READ NOVEL ONLINE Elion-Nosco Chronicles #9: Stampede at the Coliseum (+18)
The coliseum was packed tonight with an audience of all men 35,000 strong, filling all of the seats. Tonight's event however was a different kind of struggle for Ingrid.
A stage was set up in the middle of the ring, facing the royal box seats that Philia occupied (naturally). At the sides were the bands playing their lively music out loud; of bagpipes, horns, pipes, neys, as well as various drums and percussion instruments and vocalists too, using amplification magic as one would use a mic system and lending a bit of spectral reverb to fit the mood.
Behind Ingrid was a small army of dancers, the tasteful, fancy, and beautiful artful type of dancers, with billowing skirts and long scarves and twirling artful ribbons performing real ballet stunts. Anyone who thought however these tasteful and artful additions were a frivolous touch however were quickly silenced as they helped provide a strong contrast that sweetened the show the Ingrid was giving them tonight. Confetti and fireworks blasted off from the stage at intervals, further giving the show a proper artistic grand feel.
With all these fancily dressed band members and dancers, and other performers putting on such a grand show… It was only fitting that Ingrid herself was the complete opposite. Dressed only in excessive jewelry, high heeled sandals, impressive samba-like plumages and holding a large pair of fancy tasseled fans, Ingrid was stark naked. Her “bra” was simply a frame to support her breasts and make them even more prominent when they jiggled and bounced as was her “thong” which was merely a crotchless frame that highlighted her genitals, this pointless “bikini” further demanded attention with their eye-catching fringes.
As she danced, large magical monitors projected them across the arena, always showing the best parts. Her dance routine’s rather repetitive nature helped the audience appreciate every bit of her loop before she moved onto the next one.
Naked and in front of so many people, there was only type of dancing Ingrid was made to do; nothing but the most obscene and erotic movements, the most overtly-suggestive motions like she was begging to be ravished by everyone tonight, and to be masturbation material for for days to come when they remember this event.
She raised her fans above her head, creating a whirlwind of colorful feathers. As she did, the men's eyes were drawn to her breasts, which bobbed and swayed with each move, the necklaces jingling in time with the heavy thump of the drums. Meanwhile her hips seductively in figure-eights that mimicked the act of grinding her pussy on someone’s face. Her sexy legs, long and toned, kept spread wide to flaunt her pussy for the closeup screens, her butt cheeks with their demeaning stamps jiggled wildly as her hips performed their erotic dance.
The screens above captured different angles so everyone could appreciate it. One showed closeups of her rapidly bouncing breasts, another was focused on the other side with her pussy, and another was focused on her butt, meanwhile one screen showed a full body shot from the front and the other at the rear, while another was a mix of various angles calculated for the “most cinematic” shots.
These screens made Ingrid never felt more exposed than ever, every bit of her body highlighted and exposed for everyone’s eyes to feast on.
But the audience did more than watch.
An army of mages were busy at work in the coliseum. Every audience member had kneeling in front of them a simulacrum of Ingrid. Her eyes closed in an expression of dignified resignation, her lips painted an inviting warm pink. Unlike the real Ingrid these ones were completely nude and devoid of all accouterments besides a tie for her ponytail,the gold rings on her clitoris and nipples, and the humiliating tattoos on her body. Their heads dutifully bobbed up and down as they all gave the men an intense blowjob to the rhythm of the real one’s dancing.
Instead of the usual deafening cheers and yells from the audience it was a symphony of pleased groans, gasps, and sighs that filled the stadium as the simulacrums of Ingrid moved in unison, their heads bobbing up and down as their mouths worshiped the thousands of penises before them in a rhythm of wet sucking and slurping praise.
“Gentlemen! Please relax and enjoy the show!” A sexy girl in a provocative succubus dress announced grandly. “Let loose your exalted sperm and help PUNISH this wicked girl!” Her announcement was met with a ragged cheer from the crowd.
Three large “seals” were inserted into Ingrid’s mouth, butt hole, and pussy, These were enchanted to transfer the cum from the simulacrum Ingrid’s mouths to any of her three holes at random. After each audience member ejaculated, their Ingrid glowed, rejuvenating them and taking away their refractory period, allowing them to immediately get hard and horny. As they did, the sensation of their Ingrid’s mouth changed to match the hole it was going to next.
“Uoooh!!! M-man! Looks like I’m gonna cum in her ass next!” said one young man as he felt his Ingrid’s mouth feel like a tight, hot hole.
“Whooo! M-mine feels like it’s her pussy! G-god I love how hot and wet it feels!”
The announcer spoke up again.
“Honored Gentlement! Please do not hold back! Go on, cum as much as you like! Let your blessed seed soak into her body!”
Masturbation material, I’m literally being sentenced to be masturbation material for thousands of guys. Ingrid thought as she inflamed everyone’s libido with her overtly-sexual choreography. Her shapely butt cheeks, soft and round, rolled and bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm, each cheek jiggling independently, that made the viewer imagine how her butt would look like when they slammed their exalted cock down her tight butt hole.
The tassels of her costume swirled around her, framing her body in a flurry of gold that only served to accentuate her naked body. Her hips bucked and rolled, grinding against an invisible lover, like a promise to how she was give to the audience if they had a chance to fuck her right then and there on the stage.
From her lips forming a perfect O as she kept the penis-like gag in her mouth, to the tightly distended lips of her labia, and the stretched ring of her anal opening spurted the overflowing ejaculations of the audience as they came in the mouths of their Ingrids. The pattern of the ejaculations was still a mystery to her. Sometimes all of her holes would be filled by their hot and creamy emissions. Other times it was a deluge of salty, bitter cum that flooded her mouth, making her swallow it all, her eyes watering she felt and tasted so much selfish cum as it stained her tongue and dignity. Other times it was a strong rush of sticky, thick semen shooting right into her pussy, and then there’s the powerful rush of ejaculations right into her ass.
But there was more. Every now and then a spectral penis would appear and shoot someone’s cum onto her face, her hair, her tits, and on her ass. These emissions, both inside and outside of Ingrid however, were “absorbed” into her body, though in reality they were just dropped off somewhere.
That was one of the things that Ingrid found so erotic with this experience, she was literally being a cum dump, swallowing and soaking up everyone’s semen while they watched her do a naked slutty dance and getting their dicks sucked by an onahole with her face on it. And she got nothing out of it. Sure she was rolling her hips with a dildo in her ass and pussy but they weren’t vibrating or providing her with any extra stimulation besides being large and being there.
But being cummed on inside and outside of her body had inflamed Ingrid to titillate them more. She raised her arms high above her head again and rapidly shook her breasts side to side, making them wobble and jiggle like crazy, giving the crowd something to feast their eyes one while her doppelgangers sucked their cocks to an intense, and satisfying orgasm, with several more spectral dicks appearing and unloading their jizz onto her boobs. In response, Ingrid let go of her fans, and folded her arms underneath her breasts, giving the crowd a treat as she showed off her squeezed together breasts and deep cleavage with a large pool of cum as more and more came into the soft valley below. The two squishy jello mounds wriggled up and down and as she undulated her chest and bounced on her heels, collecting more and more cum until the spell “absorbed” it into her body.
Done with this routine she then resumed her more “artful” fan dance routine, the fans magically floating back to the hands as she once again worked her way from teasing to outright suggestive.
But there was another element in this humiliation play that really pushed the buttons for her.
It was the VIP’s
A section in front of her was covered by a large, fancy-looking tent, it was big enough to hold a small party in which there was. Protected from the eyes of the public (especially when they’re all groaning and cumming with their dicks out) was a gathering of various aristocrats and nobility, specifically everyone who’s known Eliria. All family, friends, peers, and acquaintances from those who liked her and disliked her.
It was one thing to be seen like this in the banquet hall, with its hermetic nature. It was another to be seen by the unwashed masses who only see a source of entertainment and catharsis. But being seen by both a very targeted audience (the stuck-ups in the tent) and the general public was like her dignity being slowly lowered into a pool of shame-pirahanas, their vicious little teeth nibbling away at her sense of self-worth. Having to look these people in the eye as she made herself the world’s most entertaining cum-tissue was such a dark treat.
The men in the tent were openly leering and enjoying in the show while the girls were roaring with laughter, sounding like a gaggle of hyenas fucking a brain-damaged goose. It didn’t help that while Ingrid danced, a pair of fancily-dressed girls stood next to her, flanking and occasionally gesturing to her and a dignified portrait of Eliria Corven before her fall from grace.
Also present in the tent were the soldiers from Ontala fort, now looking smug and feeling vindicated from all the trouble she put them through. They were gossiping and spreading lies and stories, as if they were hoping to top the absurd situation she was already in.
“Let’s turn up the heat! Gentlemen!” The sexy announcer yelled. “Eliria! Turn around and shake your butt for the crowd!”
Ingrid obeyed, quickly turning around, keeping her hands above her head as she twirled her fans in an artful flurry of colors. She spread her legs wider and began shaking her butt, jiggling her butt cheeks in various ways, giving the audience something intense to focus on as the doppelgangers with her tirelessly sucking mouths kept the men’s penises hard and ready for another intense ejaculation.
She jiggled her buttocks up and down, side-to-side, in opposing circles inward, outward as well as rapidly whirling in spirals and various figures to make them jiggled independently. Her butt plug and pussy plug spurted thick sprays of semen as the spell focused the thousands of men’s cum into her most intimate holes.
“Eliria!” The announcer said. “Tell us what you’re thinking of right now!”
In response, Ingrid turned her torso sideways so her face could be seen in profile. She pulled out her mouth plug, which magically lengthened, giving the illusion it was packed that deep into her throat (it wasn’t otherwise she wouldn’t taste the cum). Ingrid then began vigorously stroking the plug’s shaft, miming giving a handjob and a blowjob as she bounced her butt up and down. As she mimed her hand job, the cum all concentrated on her mouth plug, sprayed past her tightly pursed lips as she made a big show of swallowing all the cum the men were making her drink. They didn’t know it but the spell was quickly subtracting the semen as it entered her stomach, allowing her to satisfy the crowd by making it look like she was swallowing it all.
The audience broke into applause as she continued to gulp and swallow the foul goo that kept overflowing past her lips and when it was over she pushed the mouth plug back in, the magical device shrinking in length until only the tip was past her lips. She turned around again, to continue titillating the crowd with her thrusting hips showing off her wet pussy and her big bouncing tits. As she did so the spectral cocks continued to show up one after another, disrespectfully ejaculating on her face and tits
In the stands the thousands of audience members were collectively groaning in pleasure as their respective Ingrid clones brought them closer to another big fat nut. Each simulacrum of Ingrid sucking hard as their taut lips massaged the throbbing shafts in a symphony of oral ecstasy, their mouths and tongues in constant motion as they worked the men's erections.
The sound of wet, sloppy sucking filled the air, punctuated by the sounds of pleasure from the men. In a disorderly pattern the men began to cum, their hips bucking as jets of white hot semen shot into the eager mouths of the Ingrid clones. Each clone swallows eagerly, transporting the load into the real one’s body somewhere. The clones suck faster and harder to prolong and intensify the men’s pleasure. They sucked and licked, their throats working as they swallowed mouthful after mouthful.
The first few men exploded with a shout, their semen spurting into the hot wet mouths of the Ingrid clones. This set off a chain reaction of orgasms rippled through the audience. Each man’s climax seemed to fuel the next, creating a wave of pleasure that crashed over the coliseum.
Once again her eyes narrowed and glazed over in pleasure and her belly felt hot as cum from thousands of men once again filled and defiled her body, the surplus squirting out of her body in dramatic jets, giving the crowd a visceral payoff to their orgasms going into her body.
The partying lasted all night, the audience in the stands, once having their fill were replaced with yet another eager man looking for the nut session of his life. There was nearly a stampede at the back of the coliseum as men jockeyed for the next position. Meanwhile the tent people too rotated their guests around, ensuring Ingrid had a full audience all night. The only one who stayed in place was the insatiable Philia, her maids having to take turns licking up the selfish princess’ pussy as she enjoyed the show.
Although she couldn’t see it. Philia was sure Ingrid’s eyes were burning a hole through her right now as she was demanding relief later that night…
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