Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 06

Metellus

Julia did as she was told - nothing more nothing less. When the bureaucrat before her ordered her to suck his cock, she complied without thought of denying him. She had forgotten what it was like to be a noble born woman to whom others owed due deference. She might have been young but her family line could boast 4 Consuls - when there were still Consuls - and that usually meant something. But now all that was gone and she had come to accept the brutal fact - she was a slave.

Julia worked the man's erect member with a steady efficient rhythm devoid of any passion and enthusiasm. She could barely remember the last time she had willingly engaged in sex with someone, probably with the guards that had escorted her to the secret meeting with her husband. That felt like a lifetime ago. Now she had no choice, just like every other slave.

And a slave to a monster. Caligula, God Emperor of the World as he now preferred himself to be called, had now fully disengaged from reality. His brutality and torture was fed by a psychotic delusion that was fed by his position and status. Julia, who had at first been one of his married playthings, someone to have fun with, barely registered in Caligula's mind as a person. Julia tried where she could to simply avoid the man, but in his palace, with his fiercely loyal Germanic Guard and a cadre of terrified bureaucrats and servants, she could never hide for long.

Julia noticed the man before her tense as he approached climax. Julia had long ago worked out the easiest ways in which to bring men to conclusion, drawing on her extensive experience of the last year. She worked all of the man's member into her throat, locking the lips at the bottom of his shaft. She then steadily worked up and down the bottom third of his hard cock while her tongue applied constant pressure to the head. The move always bought men to an end quickly, including Caligula, though he usually liked to draw out his pleasure much to Julia painful discomfort.

Fortunately, Caligula was throwing yet another party, this one to celebrate his daughter's 1st birthday. Despite his galavanting and overt promiscuity, Caligula was a married man. In fact he had been married four times. His latest wife was Millonia Caesonia, a middle aged and moderately attractive woman who had all the trappings of a breeder. This had proven apt as rumour had it that she gave birth to their daughter Julia Drusilla on their wedding day. Julia had never met or even seen the Empress and their young child, though he doubted Caligula was eager, no matter how much he considered himself a god, to introduce his family to his whore.

In Caligula's distraction, Julia was safe and savored a moment of torment free peace. Sucking off the bueaucrat almost rated as a holiday from her life. When not sucking and fucking the men of the palace, she slept and ate and tried to rally her spirits. But she could feel her soul turning black. There was little she could do to stop it, the light of her heart had gone out and only the faintest of glowing embers remained in the gloom of her world. Only the safety and comfort of her husbands arms would bring her soul back to life, yet the passing of each day brought with it the further fading of her hopes.

As the bureaucrat thrust his member deep into Julia's mouth, the young woman closed her eyes and imagined it was Metellus' cum shooing into her throat. She savoured the saltiness for a moment, getting much joy from bringing her husband such pleasure. But it was not real. The man was not her husband and he did not care for her. He simply removed his cock from her mouth, adjusted his clothes and left, leaving Julia alone in the world once again.

****

Metellus had never ever considered committing treason. He was an honorable man, one that had earned the respect of others through his diligence, honesty and generosity. So the fact he was an active part of a conspiracy to not only commit treason by regicide as well was beyond comprehension. He tried not to think about it. The decision was made and it was the right one. If the death of the Emperor was what it took to bring Julia back to him then Caligula would die.

Metellus had been steadily liquidating his estate over the past month since that fateful meeting with Cassius Chaerea. He had heard the mans tale - the torments and humiliation Caligula had subjected him too simply because of his soft voice showed the depths of the mans callous and heartless nature. Cassius' honour had been besmirched and he was right to seek vengeance for that. So Metellus did what he could to help, greasing the palms of certain members of the Praetorian Guard to assist Cassius' plot while also planning for his own liberation attempt of his wife.

The plan was simple. Cassius would corner and kill the Emperor with several of his fellow Guardmen. In the chaos and commotion of the events, two palace guards would escort Julia out of the main palace and into the kitchens where the servants would lead her off the Palantine Hill and to her husband. There Metellus would be waiting for her with strong horses and a carriage loaded with as much wealth as it could carry, more than enough to start a new life.

Metellus worked day and night preparing for the moment. He drew upon his extensive contacts of clients, selling to them property, trade rights and other assets at discounted rates for hard coin, some of which he then converted into jewels, silks and other precious items.

He also had colleagues contact and confirm the support of the guards and palace servants without whom it would not work. They had all be paid in advance, only honour and a mutual hatred of the Emperor would keep them to their word now.

After dusk, Metellus left his now sparse manor and headed alone into the streets of Rome. There was excitement in the air, anticipation of the upcoming festival of the Divine Augustus which coincided with the Birthday of the Emperor's young daughter. Metellus shared their anticipation but for very different reasons.

After walking for 30 minutes, a hooded and cloaked Metellus turned of the empty street and into a dimly lit home. An armed man stood by the door, his hand immediately reaching for the hilt of the blade on his hip upon approach of the hood figure. But Metellus removed a silver feather from his billowing sleeve and presented it to the guard, causing him to return to his relaxed stature. Metellus would have smiled at the cloak-and-dagger nature of the interaction if he was actually carrying a dagger in his belt. All the subterfuge was just common sense given what he was involved in.

Once inside the house, a slave led Metellus through the antechamber and into the main living room where a group was gathered. These were Metellus' fellow conspirators - a strange mix of Old money Patrcians, wealthy Plebian merchants and senior and junior members of the Praetorian Guard. Never would such a diverse group of me socialize with one another under normal circumstances, such was the depth of the hatred for the Emperor.

"With Metellus here we can start," Cassius Chaerea, standing at the centre of the room declared in a hushed voice. His voice was high and weak as the Emperor had so cruelly tormented him for. But his blade had shown his true strength against the enemies of Rome and Metellus felt it was by these actions that the man should be judged.

"I confirm tonight to all of you present, all of you who have made the solemn oath of brotherhood, that Caligula tyrant of Rome, will die tomorrow." there was a murmur through he gathered group. Finally one of them spoke up - an older man Metellus did not know.

"Are we sure we wish to act now, with the festival upon us?"

A second man responded, this time a younger portly man Metellus knew as Nubius Aurelius, a successful cloth merchant.

"We must consider the aftermath of our actions. Killing Caligula know, while his public favour is so high, will place us in great danger. Caligula's death though justified, may not be welcomed by the angry mob on the streets."

"Particularly if we are to restore the Republic!" a voice from the other side to the room added. Metellus didn't catch who it was but it was undoubtedly a older Senator, one who still remembered the old days and longed for power and glory to return to the increasingly impotent Senate.

"We have had these arguments before," Cassius waved away, "and I do not intend to repeat them. We all agreed that the Emperor must die before he can bring more death and destruction to the people and the Empire. There is no cause for delay."

There was a murmur of general acceptance. They had waited long enough. All plans were in place and they remained undiscovered. Delay now would only open them up to further risk of being ratted out.

"Tonight is not a night for second guessing. Tonight is a night for toasting the Gods and seeking their blessing on our righteous endeavor." Cassius Picked up and raised of goblet from the small table beside him. Slaves passed around goblets filled with wine to the gathered men who all joined the Praetorian Prefect.

"To freedom or Glorious Death!"

Metellus and all those gathered echoed the words. For Metellus freedom was a much more tangible goal. Although he wouldn't be there holding a blade, he knew he had done his part and that the plan was set. The matter was now one of the Goddess Fortuna, and Metellus prayed that her guiding hand of fate would be kind on him and his absconded wife the following morning. And with that Metellus finished his goblet and left.

*****

The Imperial Palace was a hectic place at the best of times. But today, with the Festival of the Divine Augustus to commence in the evening, Julia found the halls and rooms and corridors filled with people. She did not really care - everyone was far too busy to pester her for sexual favours. No doubt, later in the evening when the wine was flowing freely, she would be called upon to fulfill her duty.

She had not be told her part to play, only that she would be required that evening. She wondered coldly how many men would fuck her tonight. 20? 30? More? Would she be performing for an audience or would she simply being gangbanged? She no longer dreaded the experience, just as she no long desired it. She felt nothing. Just cold emptiness.

As she sat in her small room in the Imperial Quarters, she heard footsteps approaching. A rush of anxiety swam through her blood as the steps grew louder and closer. She stood up, her light clothing providing her little modesty but she had long ago buried her concerns regarding that minor matter. As she turned, the door of her room swung open, revealing two guards.

At first she assumed they were their to fuck her but she soon realized that she recognized them. They were the same guards who had escorted her to Metellus during their last private visit together.

After they had both entered, the senior guard turned and motioned to the other to close the door behind him which he did. He then turned back to Julia.

"Are you alone?" Julia nodded confirmation, suddenly unable to speak.

"You must be ready to leave within moments. Pack only what you must bring with you."

"I have nothing here," Julia responded looking around her room. This wasn't her home, her home was where she lived with her husband.

"Am I being set free from my servitude?" Julia asked hopefully.

"We shall see."

Meanwhile, Cassius and several senior Praetorian Guards walked through the Palace. Their presence went unnoticed, not because they were hidden but because they were such common place in the halls. They simply walked tall and purposeful, like they had so many times before on State business. Little did all the bureaucrats, and slaves and performers know, that their intent was far less formal and far more sinister to the Emperor.

Cassius had used his rank to confirm the Emperor's location. As they walked, he called Guards in the Palace who were loyal to him to join his group and before long they were 15-20 strong. Cassius led them from the main palace and into the one of the broad hallways that connected the main palace with surround administrative and residential buildings in the complex. After walking for a few minutes, they Praetorian Guards found the Emperor, enthusiastically watching a trope of acrobats rehearsing for their performance that night. Caligula kept giving the nimble men pointers of where they should place their hands and legs and what tricks thy should perform, much to the tolerant chagrin of the acrobats themselves. He was so preoccupied that he did not see Cassius and his retinue approaching.

"Caligula!" Cassius called out as they finally reached the Emperor. Surprised at his presence, Caligula turned to face the Praetorian.

"Ah Venus," Caligula mocking replied, "You seem all pent up. Maybe you need to lie down." the Emperor's comments did little to diffuse the situation and instead added to Cassius' convictions.

"Caligula, I charge you with high crimes against the people of the Roman Empire including Tyranny, Corruption and Incompetence and I sentence you to death."

Caligula final realized his peril as the men drew blades from their cloaks and lunged at him. He didn't even have time to scream for help as the gathered men brutally stabbed at the Emperor. His blood began to flow almost immediately, staining his toga before dripping onto the floor. The acrobatic trope, who had moments ago been rehearsing, stares in disbelief as the Emperor's increasingly bloody form buckled under the onslaught and collapsed to the ground. It was done.

The men, the clothes and hands bloodied from the onslaught they had inflicted, stood dazed for a moment as the realization of their actions sank in. Their reverie was broken however as a slave girl came across the scene and screamed. And so chaos began.

*****

Metellus and Sibionus sat in a large horse drawn carriage, on a steer on the far side of the Palace. Such a carriage was not out of place, as all manner of deliveries were being made to residences on the Capatline Hill in preparation for the evenings festivities. It was now early afternoon, and by the plans, Cassius and his group should have performed the deed and the Emperor should be dead. He would undoubtedly hear within minutes, as such news would spread like fire through the busy Roman streets. It would cause pandemonium, but such an environment was ideal in which to make an escape.

The carriage appeared perfectly normal in almost every way. But it carried within it enough wealth to buy a small city. Metellus had never really known how rich he was until he started selling his belonging. And he didn't even get full price! It would be more than sufficient to give Julia a safe life away from Rome.

Sibionus was the first to notice the change in the people in the street around them. Within a few moments, they had gone from orderly to frantic, without an apparent cause. Then a young boy ran up to the carriage, in which Metellus waited.

"Have you heard? The Emperor is dead."

It was now simply a waiting game to see if Julia would survive long enough to escape the Palace.

*****

The turmoil with the Palace was unprecedented. The assignation of the Emperor, on the eve of the Festival, with so many people around was a powder keg with a lit fuse. The keg finally exploded when the Emperor's personal Germanic Guard reached the Emperor's blood strewn body and lost their minds with grief. They simply turned and started killing everyone they saw.

Julia stood up from the edge of her bed with a start when she heard screams coming from the corridor nearby. Still unaware of events, she continued to be perplexed about how the Guards with her hoped to aid her escape. Yet, as the commotion built outside in the Palace, she began to realize the plan.

Suddenly, the junior guard at the door, who had been maintaining a vigilant watch, turned back into the room.

"Nows our chance," the junior Guard declared. With that the senior Guard, who had been pacing the room, move straight for Julia and firmly grabbed her by the arm. Julia allowed herself to be manhandled - they could do whatever they wanted to her if they got her out of the palace.

As the quickly exited the door, Julia was taken back by the extent of the violence. Normally perfectly clean and orderly rooms had been tossed over, with all manner of food and papers strewn across the floor. But it was he sight of bodies, several of them, lying bloodied amongst the clutter that shocked Julia. She had seen people killed before - such was living in the shadow of a mad man. But this was different. But she had time barely to glimpse at the scene before the Guards rushed her away from the Palace.

After a minute, Julia finally spoke up.

"What has happened?"

Without turning or even slowing the brisk pace he was setting, the Guard replied.

"Either the Emperor has been killed or the plot has failed. Regardless, we are to make your escape." Caligula....dead! Julia exclaimed to herself. She had prayed to the Gods often that they would bring her such an outcome. She hoped it was true, but had her doubts. So many people had tried to assassinate the Emperor and failed, though she had never seen such a response before. Everything around her looked more like a chaotic slaughter than a failed assassination attempt.

As they turned a corner and entered the corridor which led to the kitchens and secant quarters, they witness the bloodshed first hand. Ahead of them were three members of the Emperor's Germanic Guard. Julia was ways reminded of Abelard of the Allemani when she saw them, because of their size and strong features. But at that moment, the Barbarians Inspired only fear as they brought down their giant battle on innocent servants and slaves trying to escape their wrath.

The two Praetorian Guards, themselves no match for the Germans, pushed Julia to the side, hiding her and themselves in a small alcove. There they waited in silence for a moment as the sounds of slaughter slowly faded. It appeared the Germans were just skill all they could find, but Julia didnt know what that meant.

When the path was clear, Julia and her escorts left the alcove and, travelling down another corridor, finally reached the kitchens. After a light knock on the door by the Senior Guard, it opened to a scared and annoyed young woman.

"where they hell have you been," the woman whispered in a harsh tone. "I have been waiting here alone as those barbarian monsters tear up the place, I'm not getting paid enough to risk my life for the Emperor's cunt." Julia took great offense at her characterization, though it was hard to argue against it after how she had been used over the past months.

"Were they successful?" the junior Guard enquired as they manhandled Julia in through the door and to the impatient woman.

"Of course," the woman spat, "why do you think his personal guard are killing everyone." So it had been done - Caligula was dead. Julia started to cry.

"What's the matter with you," the woman scolded, "sad he won't be able to fuck you anymore?"

"No, sad he didn't die sooner." Julia's response seemed to mollify the servant for the moment.

"Now go, before you are both killed," the woman said, waving at the Guards to close the door. Before they did however, Julia moved quickly towards them both and embraced them, throwing her arms around their necks and kissing them.

"Thanks you," she whispered before turning and following the servant.

*****

The wait was the most excruciating of Metellus' life. The crowd in the street was building, as the people, confused by recent events, mulled around unsure of whether to mourn the death of their Emperor or start the planned festivities. Any concentration of unwashed plebs was dangerous, as the uneducated were uneasily incited into deadly violence by the slightest action.