BloodStar

Chapter 97: Coliseum Executions

Two young men in their thirties approached the colosseum in the capital city of the Holy Light Empire.

“Can you believe Xenia is going after the two richest men in our nation? Nathaniel and Solomon have so much power. Is she shooting herself in the foot? They have all the connections in this country needed to run it smoothly.” The first man was genuinely curious of Xenia’s angle as they entered the stadium with their tickets.

The second man laughed his concerns off, “Xenia is doing this for us. Nathaniel and Solomon and all of the other elites have robbed the middle working class for decades. I hope she sends a message to anyone trying to rob us further.”

The other man replied, “You’re right, you know. Pope Gregory let the elites run rough shod over us. People our age can’t afford a house, we can barely afford rent, we have no retirement, we have tons of debt, and food and gas get more expensive every year.”

His friend said, “Yea! And our decreased standard of living is all due to these fat cats getting richer and richer. I’m tired of it. Ten years ago, 3% of this nation was below the poverty line and now it’s 15%. That’s unacceptable. We need to go back to the old ways.”

The other man said, “That’s why we are here I guess. That’s why all of these people are here filling up a stadium to the brim. This may be the most packed I’ve ever seen it.”

His friend replied, “This stadium holds 515,000 people. And to me, it looks like there are way more than 515,000 people here.”

The two men took their seats and looked down to the arena, “There they are!”

“Wow, she is such a boss! She has them strung up completely naked!” The man’s friend was elated to see the elites getting what they deserve.

Suddenly the crowd went wild with cheers, and the two men craned their necks to see what was happening. One of them pointed and shouted, “Look! There she is! It’s Xenia BloodStar!”

Xenia strutted out from the main arena door in her all-black leather military outfit complete with boots and gloves. She wore an intoxicating smile and waved to the crowds with her boundless charisma as she walked to the middle of the arena near Solomon and Nathaniel.

The crowd continued to stand as they hollered endlessly cheering on her arrival. She continued to feed the crowd blowing kisses in various directions until she finally took the microphone and said, “What a welcome! Thank you for accepting me so readily as your new leader in this empire! Thank you!”

She looked to Nathaniel and Solomon who both had their hands and feet tied to metal columns in the middle of the arena creating an ‘X’ with their bodies as their arms and legs were outstretched completely exposing them.

Xenia walked towards them with the microphone in her hand and said, “For those who don’t know, this is Nathaniel Jackson, and this one is Solomon Bautista. They are the two richest men in the empire and together they hold around $20 trillion in wealth.”

The crowd which consisted of nearly all working middle class and working poor citizens booed the two elites.

Xenia smiled and said, “I quite agree. These men have made their fortunes off of your backs. Solomon here has a yacht that he paid $1.1 billion to commission. Nathaniel owns the most expensive home in Central America at a whopping $3.6 billion. But what have they left for the people? Hmm?”

The crowd continued to boo. Xenia then said, “This was once a great empire with an immovable tax base of one of the strongest middle classes the world had ever seen. But then… people like Nathaniel and Solomon began to put pressure on wages of all kinds for the sake of corporate profits and at the expense of the people. In short, the rich got richer, much richer. And the poor got so poor they could barely live. And now, the middle class hardly exists.”

The crowd cheered her on as they completely agreed with her and felt the squeeze of rising costs every single day of their lives.

She continued to pace around her prisoners at the center of the arena, and she said, “Many of you may know, I am a princess, a general, a warlord, and one day I will even be an empress. I am a privileged individual. However, I use my privilege to help people. I don’t use it to suppress people. I have fought passionately for the United States when Pope Gregory attacked democracy, and I plan to heal my people at the basilica as often as allowable. However, I have my limits. What I need to do, is give you, the people, back some of your former power and strength.”

The crowd cheered ever more. They loved Xenia. She was beautiful, powerful, and intelligent. And most of all, she catered to the common people, not the elites.

She shouted, “Here. Today. I am giving you, the people, back some of your power! Each seat in this stadium is equipped with a voting pad. You will have two choices. Choice one: Be a merciful people and let your oppressors go free of harm.”

The crowd grimaced at the unpalatable choice one.

“Or Choice two: Vote for me to kill both of them here publicly today as a warning for those who may try to follow in their footsteps and take advantage of the great people of this nation.” Xenia held the microphone with a smile on her face as she looked to Nathaniel and Solomon.

The crowd cheered with fervor, and she shouted, “If you choose option two, the combined wealth of these two criminals will be evenly split and deposited electronically into the bank accounts of individuals in this empire with the magnitude of payments phasing out at with those individuals with a net worth of $10,000,000.”

Xenia pretended to count on her fingers and said, “$20 trillion divided by… 150,000,000… if my math is right… that is $133,333 or so into your account, instantly.”

The crowd was nearly salivating at the sound of her offer. She yelled, “Let the voting begin! You have 60 seconds!”

As the people of the stadium began to lock in their votes, Xenia spun around and cheerfully pranced over to Solomon. She put her hand on his chest and said, “Who knows? Maybe they will show mercy?”

She began to walk towards Nathaniel and looked back towards Solomon, “I don’t like your chances though.”

As she arrived at Nathaniel, she ran her hand along his back as she circled around to his front and said, “When they vote for your death, I’m going to put on a show. It’s going to be so painful. So painful.”

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Will you do me a favor? Cry as loud as you can, so I can turn your cries of pain into my own intense pleasure.”

She then faced him directly staring him in the eyes and bit her lip as she smiled. Nathaniel scowled and said, “Do your worst, bitch.”

“Yes!” She walked back over to Solomon, “Did you hear that? Nathaniel says I can do my worst. You boys are going to make me orgasm with your cries without ever touching me. It’s my favorite kind of pleasure.”

The 60 seconds were up as the large TV monitor at one end of the stadium blared with an alarm flashing the results.

Xenia smiled and called out the results, “Option 1: 2.1%, Option 2: 97.9%! The results are in ladies and gentlemen! Prepare for a show! Nathaniel has just asked for me to do my very worst. If you are not a fan of violence, I advise you to leave at this moment. Things are about to get both very fun and very violent!”

She looked around as not a single person left their seat. Instead, she noticed people standing with excitement to see what came next. A buzz was alive in the crowd.

She dropped the microphone and walked over to a hook holding a 20-foot-long bull whip made of black leather. She whipped it against the ground causing it to whiplash and laughed as Nathaniel and Solomon flinched at the sound.

She proudly walked in front of Nathaniel and stood approximately 20 feet from him. The crowd cheered for her to begin as they looked on. Xenia merely smiled at Nathaniel and without a word began to whip him viciously.

The first lash was across his chest. She then snapped the whip again across his chest. She twirled her body and danced as she sent lash after lash at his chest. She laughed as he screamed, and she called out to him, “The chest is so much more tender than the back. Isn’t it?”

Nathaniel moaned in exquisite pain each time the whip made contact tearing away his skin and leaving a streak of red blood and exposed flesh.

She lashed him no less than 30 times leaving his chest and abdomen a bloody mess. She had a hurried breath as she reveled in the pleasure of inflicting pain. The pleasure nearly overcame her already; however, she gathered herself and said, “I am going to let you swim in your pain while I move on to Solomon. I’ll be back soon Nathaniel.”

She then stepped in front of Solomon and began to whip his chest time and time again. With each lash, Solomon cried out in genuine pain, and Xenia yelled, “Yes! Yes! Scream for me! More!”

Her twirls and lashes became less and less elegant as her form dwindled as her pleasure built. With one more powerful lash to his chest, she felt a wave of orgasmic pleasure rush over her from within. The sound of their cries of pain combined with her direct inflicting of pain made for orgasmic pleasure, literally.

She stood subtly pulsating her body as her eyes rolled back and she took a moment to enjoy the waves of pleasure. She stood with her mouth opened as she moaned, and every male in the stadium looked on with envy and lust at their dream woman who happened to be their dominant ruler as well.

Even a great deal of women found themselves lusting for a soiree with Xenia.

Xenia finally came down from her orgasmic high. She gave one final moan and looked to Solomon, “Men are so useful. I just love hurting you. Now for your painful death!”

Xenia had developed a degree of proficiency with the whip that exceled well past the human limits of power and accuracy with such a weapon.

She lashed at Solomon and created a long lash mark over his left abdomen just below the rib cage. She then made the same lash mark over and over and over again in the exact same spot as she tore the skin and muscle away in a linear fashion until finally… his splenic capsule was exposed just underneath his rib cage.

She laughed at his grimacing and squirming and yelled, “Solomon, careful! One splenic laceration and you are likely to bleed out! Are you ready to bleed out a slow and agonizing death filled with pain?”

She immediately took the whip in her hand and whipped it as hard as she could at the sliver of his exposed spleen. The whip cracked as it made contact with his spleen, and the spleen nearly shattered to bits as it took the impact.

Solomon’s face turned to a mangled expression of unbearable pain as he silently struggled. Blood profusely pumped form his wound covering the ground below with alarming amounts of blood.

Xenia grabbed the tail of the whip and brought it up to her face as she slowly licked the blood from the whip, and she stared at Solomon watching him slowly die from her lash. She then walked over to Nathaniel and grabbed his chin forcing him to watch Solomon bleed out and die slowly. She smiled and said, “Your turn!”

She backed up to approximately 20 feet as the stadium continued to cheer the bloody death of Solomon. She lashed over his spleen and said, “Should we pulverize your spleen too?”

She then lashed at his chest over the tender injuries already present, “Or should we grind you down until we can lash at your heart directly?”

She then whipped both of his exposed thighs leaving gaping wounds, “How easy would it be to lyse your femoral arteries? You would bleed out for sure.”

She paused for a moment and licked the tail of the whip once more running her tongue along the whip for several feet slowly as she licked the fresh blood from it. She then put her finger up to her lips and said, “Hmm. I know!”

She took the whip in hand and lashed furiously at his neck as she yelled, “The carotid artery!”

It only took one powerful lash to Nathaniel’s neck to tear away the skin and rupture the deep carotid artery approximately 1-2 inches below the skin surface. As the main artery of the neck, blood began to spray like a geyser as his body convulsed against his restraints.

Xenia smiled and stepped into the geyser of blood as she opened her mouth and allowed it to fall into her mouth. She tasted his blood and covered her face in his blood as it sprayed for 10-15 seconds before the blood pressure waned and fell to nothing as Nathaniel slumped over dead.

With a bloody face and outfit, Xenia raised her hands to the audience, and they cheered. They cheered so loudly that the ground below her feet trembled, and her ears rang. She felt like a god adored by so many people.

And to the people she was a god. She was single handedly standing up to the elites of the empire after decades of oppression. She had given them a taste of violence, and as humans… they would soon crave for more.