I am so thankful that I wasn't around the ancient Roman emperor TIBERIUS. He was one of the most depraved madmen to ever be an emperor... In addition to murdering anyone he chose for whatever reason he could devise, he was also a sexual monster. Thus:
"...[On Capri] he devised a pleasance for his secret orgies: teams of wantons of both sexes, selected as experts in deviant intercourse and dubbed "analists", copulated before him in triple unions to excite his flagging passions. Its bedrooms were furnished with the most salacious paintings and sculptures, as well as with an erotic library, in case a performer should need an illustration of what was required. Then in Capri's woods and groves he arranged a number of nooks of venery where boys and girls dressed as Pans and nymphs solicited outside bowers and grottoes. He acquired a reputation for still grosser depravities that one can hardly bear to tell or be told, let alone believe. The story is also told that once at a sacrifice, attracted by the acolyte's beauty, he lost control of himself and, hardly waiting for the ceremony to end, rushed him off and debauched him and his brother, the flute-player, too; and subsequently, when they complained of the assault, he had their legs broken."
Yes, I am thankful that I wasn't unfortunate enough to be one of his MANY victims.
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I would hate to think that power and boredom would cause such depravity. Idle hands are the devil's playground.
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