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Codes: violence, snuff, MF, MM
Date: 70 AD
Event: During the Siege of Jerusalem
Summary: Final preparations for and the actual taking of (and raping
some of the inhabitants of) Jerusalem.
Status: Basically finished, might need some touching up
Any modifications and clarifications made by the translator are set

between /* and */.

   Finally we arrived at the outskirts of Jerusalem.  The Legion that
Esdras and I were assigned to was the Fifth, also known as the Macedonian
Legion.  And at that time it was stationed to the north of the city. 
During the next weeks we settled into the routine that was to become the
bulk of my life for the next 30 years.  Wake up, role call, breakfast &
clean up (yourself and the tents or barracks) and then the daily activities
started.  Usually then involved guard duty, running patrols, fixing things
in or expanding of the base camp.  And then of course, exercise, exercise
and more exercise...  Luckily the gladiator trainings at Xandros did pay
off and I did not make a complete fool of myself.  The new part was the
group tactics.  As a gladiator you will usually fight by yourself.  As a
standard legionnaire you will fight usually as part of the group.  So, next
to the individual exercises with the gladius and pilum, specific attention
was paid to group tactics.  How to move from one formation to the next, how
to defend against a numeric superior enemy, etc.  etc.  But books and
treaties have been written by the dozen about this already, so this can all
be read elsewhere.

   One afternoon, after a particularly strenuous exercise where we almost
broke our backs trying to reload an onager as fast as we could, Esdras,
Warcus and I found ourselves rinsing of the dirt and sweat in one of the
bathing pools.  Warcus was assigned to the same cohort as us.  Since he
arrived much earlier then we did, he had been something of a guide during
these first weeks.  How and where to get wine...  Warcus knew.  Which pools
where for drinking and which for bathing...  Warcus knew.  And Warcus being
a full head larger then either Esdras or me, he was not easily overlooked.
But what he won in height, he lost in length.  And then specifically the
length between his legs.  He looked just like one of those Greek statues. A
wonderful, strong, near perfect physique, but then spoiled by a cock that
is simply too small.  Of course, cocks come in all sizes and shapes, but
sometimes the Gods play mean tricks by handing out a truly disproportionate
one to a man.  Where Esdras' cock might be called too wide, given his short
and stocky build, Warcus' cock was simply too short because it only
measured the size of an average thumb.  Luckily his short curly pubic hair
(almost the same as the hair on his head) did not do much to hide it.  It
appeared that the shortness of this hair was not natural.  When I scraped
the sweat and dead skin from him, he suggested that I (and Esdras as well)
should cut our pubic hair even shorter then it already was.  It would help
to protect against the lice, ticks and other vermin that lived plenty in
this area.  If we wanted, it could be done even now.  He had the tools with
him.  After we finished cleaning we let ourselves dry by the still hot sun
and the dry desert wind.  Warcus started with grooming himself first, to
show how it was done.  His tools consisted of a small and sharp knife and
some tweezers.  A group of longer pubic hairs was pulled tight and cut off
by the knife as close to the skin as possible.  This left the area around
his cock with just a stubble.  Any leftover hairs were pulled out with the
other tool.  On later occasions I noticed that the tweezers were also used
to remove any lice or ticks that had already dug into the skin.  When
finished Warcus looked up and questioned us about who wanted to go first. I
volunteered and expected that he would give the tools to me and let me take
care of the hair on my cock and balls by myself.  But Warcus surprised me
when he crawled between my legs and indicated to open them further to
provide better access.  Minutes later all of my pubic hair was reduced to a
short stubble.  During that treatment, Warcus did spend enough time moving
my cock back and forth to make it semi erect from the stimulation.  It had
been several days ago when Esdras had drained my balls (as I had done with
his) by sucking my cock.  But the days afterward had not seen many
opportunities.  As we all know, it is allowed for legionnaires to ease each
others tension in ways like these.  But discussions about this (as there
have been for countless years) will likely last as long as the Empire
exists.  Not that is mattered all that much to my cock.  It got interested
in the treatment it got and grew somewhat.  Warcus did not seem to notice
or choose not to pay attention to it.  Ignoring the same effect when he
treated Esdras proofed to be impossible.  Esdras' cock got immediately hard
as a rock and thick as usual.  Seeing Warcus handle my tool already excited
him and once he was being released of his pubic hairs, the stimulation
became to much.  Warcus tried to push the erect shaft to the side, but it
kept on bouncing back.  When he suggested to Esdras that he needed to take
care of that first, Esdras suggested in return that Warcus could do that if
he would not mind.  After a small hesitation and a short look into my
direction, Warcus shrugged his massive shoulder and took Esdras' stiff cock
in his hand.  The other cupped the half shaved sack and methodically he
started to masturbate Esdras.  Since the guy from Mediolanum had been
without release for the same amount of days as me, he pretty soon started
to respond to Warcus' actions.  He moaned and pushed his hips in unison
with the up and down movement.  Warcus squeezed his fingers together as he
moved upwards, so with each stroke more and more blood was pushed to the
top and Esdras' mushroom shaped cock head became a darkish shade of purple.
Suddenly Warcus released the scrotum from Esdras and he now used both hands
to jerk him off.  Soon enough it became clear why he did, because Esdras's
balls had retreated almost fully in his body.  A telltale sign that he was
about to squirt a load through his wide and now tightly gripped cock.  Two
more strokes and Warcus opened his mouth to catch that load of sperm as he
felt it course through the cock that he released a little so the sperm shot
out at full force.  Esdras pumped his hips upward a few more times and each
time he shot let go another squirt.  Warcus swallowed it all and took
another look at me.  It seemed as if he expected that he had to take care
of me now.  I shook my head and decided I could wait till later that night.
Knowing Esdras I knew he would be ready for more by then.  Warcus himself
had not become aroused during his activities with Esdras, and since he did
not make any moves to get me or Esdras to do anything with him, we left it
as that.  The only thing that remained was to wait while Esdras' cock
softened again.  Once that happened, Warcus finished removing the last
hairs from the areas around the now flaccid tool.

   Later that night Esdras indeed came to me.  At first we discussed the
other activities of the day.  After all, we had been told that the next
night the legions would finally attack Jerusalem.  The city was now almost
collapsing by itself due to the prolonged famine and sickness of the
inhabitants, so not much resistance was expected.  Our Macedonian Legion
would be part of the second wave of attacks.  As usual the first wave, that
took most of the casualties, was performed by mercenary and auxiliary
troops.  No need in spilling too much of our own Roman blood if it could be
avoided at a small cost.  As our anticipation to the fight of the next
night rose, so did our expectations of the spoils.  When discussing the
best ways of raping those Jewish women some other things rose as well and
soon we were jacking each other off.  This time I spoiled my load first as
Esdras' tight fist pumped up and down my shaft.  Because he already came
earlier in the afternoon, he was able to resist my stimulation longer.  But
after another dozen of strokes (and an index finger that strategically
slipped between his ass cheeks and penetrated his rectum) he had to
surrender and panting with lust he shot his seed through my fingers that
squeezed the big spongy mushroom on top of his cock.  As he caught his
breath again, he took my hand and sucked my fingers clean.  Usually that
should have been enough, but due to the impending battle we were both still
aroused.  As Esdras licked the last drops of his seed from my fingers, I
saw his cock get hard again and seeing that wide phallus growing again, my
own shaft responded it the same way.  Initially I wanted us to pleasure
each other with our mouths as we had done on numerous occasions before, but
Esdras had other plans.  My finger in his rectum had also opened up
additional desires.  He stopped sucking my hand and positioned himself on
all fours.  As he looked over his shoulder backwards to me, he urged me to
mount him from the rear and fuck his ass.  My eyes feasted on his muscular
body and followed the same route they traveled many times before: from his
shoulder, over his spine to his firm ass.  Between his spread legs, his
manhood was partially obscured by the (now) hairless scrotum.  But beyond
that leathery sack filled with egg-like balls, enough of his wide cock
could be seen.  In anticipation it bounced up and down at the same rate
that his heart pumped his blood through his body.  My own cock stiffened
from this view and as I moved in from behind, I lowered myself and pushed
my tool downward so that it got lined up with his sphincter.  Being still
slippery with the seed from my earlier orgasm I slid in quite easy and
stopped after the initial intrusion to let Esdras get used to the feeling.
His asshole contracted as few times and as I supported myself with my left
hand on his back, my other hand moved around his hip and grabbed his
pulsing cock.  Once his sphincter got more relaxed (I am sure that my hand
sliding over his slippery shaft helped with that), I pushed deeper inside.
The tightness and warmness of his intestines was so fine.  And once my hips
copied the movement of my hand, Esdras and I started moaning in unison. 
Moving in and out, I plunged in deeper and deeper with each push.  When
pulling out, I only left the tip of my cock inside.Standing up a little, I
was able to dive deep inside every time and the sensitive place at the tip
of my cock just pushed against the small firm prostate hidden deep inside
every mans body.  As his ass was so firmly gripping my cock, I was not able
to last long and as the speed of my right hand and my hips intensified, I
came in four or five spurts that coated his inside.  Esdras noticed this
and squeezed his ass to provide extra pleasure.  This triggered his own
orgasm as well and as I pressed his hairless cock against his stomach to
provide extra stimulation, I felt his sperm being pumped out by his balls
for the second time that day.  As both my cock reduced to its normal size
pretty soon, I pulled out of Esdras' ass and with a slap on his ass I asked
if he had been mounted well.  His answer was that he had been mounted and
ridden well.

   The next day was filled with the last preparation for the battle that
was to follow in the night.  Weapons and other equipment were checked, last
instructions regarding targets and goals, know and expected positions and
strength of enemy forces and all the other thousands pieces of information
that are relevant before going to battle.  Of course, we all knew that once
it started, most of it would proof to be worthless and survival would
depend on the usual factors of expertise, strength and luck.

   As the first wave of the attack started once the sun had set, we marched
to the proximity of the city walls.  Halfway during the evening the main
gate was broken and several walls had been breached.  Finally it was time
for our legion to come into action!  Marching in through the battered main
gate, we witnessed the damage our ballistas had done.  Once the big rocks
had broken the reinforced gate, the engineers had loaded burning bales of
hay drenched in oil and then these were hurled inside.  The street was
littered with burned and charred bodies.  Both men and women lay in
contorted positions.  Those that were still alive after the fires had been
put out, had been an easy target for the first wave of our auxiliary
troops. Once we marched further into the city, the burned bodies were more
and more replaced by killed ones.  Already most of the houses and shops had
been raided to remove any hiding people.  The orders had been clear.  This
city was going to be leveled and no inhabitant was to survive.  Suddenly a
small boy sprinted across the road from left to right.  Our centurion
shouted an order and a pilum flew towards the kid.  As he looked to us as
we marched on, the metal tip of the weapon struck his thigh.  With a high
pitched scream he went down and clutched the penetrated, and now useless
leg.  Blood spurted through his fingers and as we moved closer, the kid
made a feeble attempt to crawl across the street to reach its original
destination.  Another order was given and another legionnaire broke
formation as we marched past him.  But, no...  seeing the kid from up
close, it was a girl of 11 maybe 12.  The short cropped hair and the dirty
rags she wore had hidden that from us.  Not that it mattered.  The
legionnaire put his sandal on her knee and yanked the pilum from her thigh.
Another scream left her mouth as the metal tip was pulled back through the
damaged bones and muscles.  The artery, that had been pierced as the pilum
struck home, was now able to pump out blood at full speed.  Her arms sank
next to her as she slumped and fell on her back.  The top half of the rags
that she wore fell open to reveal a pair of budding tits.  Once the pilum
was handed back to original owner, the legionnaire took his gladius and
finished her off with a quick stab to the throat.  Her body shook one, two
times as her lungs filled with blood.  The girl tried to remove it by
coughing.  Still numbed by the pain from the shattered bone in her leg, she
probably did not even realize or feel that her throat had been cut.  For a
moment I wondered if she would shook like that as well when a man would
make her cum.  The legionnaire cleaned his gladius on her rags, removing it
from her hips and revealing a smooth hairless pair of lips.  Looking at the
small slit, I made a note to sample a live one of those later on if an
opportunity presented itself.  Then the movements of her torso and hips
stopped as she drowned in her own blood and she became just one more
nameless corpse.  The legionnaire sheathed his gladius and fell back in
line again.  Until the next crossing not much happened.  Some far away
screams and shouts were heard.  Turning right we took the road that would
lead us to our main goal.  Some temple where the (religious) leaders were
suppose to be.  Those captured alive would be taken to Rome.  Those who
weren't would have their grave beneath the rubble of their beloved temple.
Once we cleared the crossing, we had our first real resistance.  Suddenly a
group of Jews came running towards us from one of the side streets.

   (I call them Jews, but this is done for the ease of the reader.  The
various ways that Jews, Israelites, Zealots, Christianites and other
religious sub-groups in that city differentiated themselves, was shady even
on a sunny day.  Maybe the correct designation would have been inhabitants
of Jerusalem or something like that, but true historians can worry about
that)

   Wide eyed and screaming they hurled themselves at the first line.  About
half of them died at once on the pilums that suddenly stuck from between
our shields after the order from the centurion.  The next moment our cohort
was engaged in close combat with the remaining men.  Too bad for them that
we outnumbered them by about four to one.  And to make matters worse, their
daggers and clubs and their lack of shields were no match for us.D Together
with Esdras, I killed one.  Esdras stabbed him in the chest as I landed my
gladius in his left left after a feigned movement with my shield.  As the
man started to fall, Esdras stepped in and with one forward thrust he
planted his gladius between his ribs, straight into his heart.  He was dead
before he it the ground.  Moving back into position, most of the fight was
already over.  One young Jew with the right side of his belly cut open and
with half of his entrails hanging out, was still trying to escape.  At the
same moment I crouched beside him and finished him off with a thrust
between the shoulder blades, an arrow whistled through the space where just
before my head had been and, following its trajectory, now buried itself
harmless in the ground.  Warning the men around me for the archer on the
rooftop, I stayed down and raised my shield to protect myself against any
other arrows.  But it seemed he was out of arrows.  No more shots were
fired as Warcus and some other men burst into the building to eliminate the
archer.  After a short fight on the rooftop, the archer came sailing over
the parapet and landed head first on the street.  The street won and his
head popped open like a overripe melon, spilling its contents on the dry
sand.

   With all of the group now being dead, we finished our regrouping and
continued the march to the temple.  Every now and then we encountered small
bands of Jews.  None of them were a real threat to our progress, especially
as we got closer to the center and those groups were already being pursued
by the participants of the first attack wave.  Those auxiliary troops did a
fine job of driving them out in front of them, so our cohort would form the
anvil on which the hammer of the auxiliaries would squash the Jews for
good.

   Of course we suffered losses as well.  As will be told later as well,
casualties in battle are numerous even on a good day (or a night like
this). Halfway during the night Warcus was killed.  When his group entered
a house to examine it for resistance, one of the corpses littered against
the wall of that building, appeared not to be a corpse after all.  The man
swiftly drew a dagger from between his clothes and lunged forward.  His
desperate attempt succeeded in as much that he managed to push his dagger
between two strips of the armor and just in the right side of Warcus'
chest. Even mortally wounded the big guy slashed downwards with his gladius
and decapitated the Jew with one stroke.  Then he toppled over and with a
soft thud he fell on top of his assailant.  Putting him to the side of the
road, we remembered the place so we could come back for him after the
battle and give the poor guy a decent burial.

   Despite attacks like these, we still managed to keep our losses minimal
(when I compare them to battles later fought).  Early in the morning, the
sun was just about to rise, we witnesses something unexpected.  We just had
gotten information that the final assault on the temple had been postponed
till late in the afternoon, so we could take out time and get some rest. 
While looking for a save place to spend the day, we ran into two groups of
Jews who wages combat on each other furiously in the front of a storage
house.  Later we found out from the few Jews we captured that it had been
about the use of food from that place of storage.  It seemed one group
wanted to save it for some religious purpose and the other found the
purpose of solving the hunger that everyone suffered from a better one.

   As the battle for Jerusalem neared its end, we now had time and people
to spare for taking some prisoners.  In the end one group got the upper
hand and that was where our centurion gave the order to break up things and
take them all as prisoners.  But the Jews were so worked up, that even the
legionnaires of our cohort were attacked when they got nearer.  Not really
smart, because we outnumbered the survivors about ten to one and they were
already weak from hunger and exhausted from their internal battle.  But
after we killed just about half of them, they came to their senses.  The
remaining twenty Jews were taken prisoner.  The centurion ordered to have
four of them shackled and transported back to the camp.  Fricus was
appointed with the task of selecting the prisoners that he would have to
take.  Fricus was the lecherous son of a magistrate from Sicily.  Standing
tall, slim and muscular he was quite an attractive man and he knew this.  I
shared his tent a few times while Esdras was out on patrol and the guy
fucked as good as he looked.  His strong legs really knew how to hammer
that cock of his deep inside my ass.  As expected Fricus selected the three
women and one adolescent boy.  All of them were filthy and skin over bone
right now, but once decently fed and cleaned up, they would be more
pleasing to the eye and provide us with some entertainment at the least. 
The women appeared to be sisters of each other, aged 17, 20 and 24.  Their
builds were roughly the same.  Olive brown skin, long black hair, dark
brown eyes, slim hips and (even now) firm highly planted breasts measuring
the size of big apples.  The boy was 13 and still had that indefinable
quality that most boys get (and loose too soon) when they start their
travel from boy to man.  Once they were ready, Fricus took the leach and
led them back to the camp.  We urged him to not totally exhaust them and
leave some for us.  He shouted back that we still had the other ones to
have some fun before we got rid of them.  We looked with expectation at the
centurion and he told us to do as we pleased, but that we still needed to
be prepared for the assault late in the afternoon.  Still dazed by their
internal fighting and from the hunger, the remaining prisoners started to
realize their fate.  Instead of being executed at once, they were going to
be used for entertainment and only then being killed.  Most of them
accepted it with the sullenness that I learned to be typical for people
from the Eastern regions of the Empire.  As they were led away to the
various small groups of legionnaires that had formed, one of them made a
attempt to escape.  Had it not been for his weakened state, he may even
have made it.  Now he simply fell over his own feet after a few desperate
steps, was picked up and thrown over the beams from one of the abandoned
carts.  With a few cuts of a knife his clothes were cut loose and as they
fell to the ground, his naked body was exposed to the stares of the
legionnaires that had not yet selected one of the other prisoners, but now
grouped around the cart.  One of them grabbed a whip and landed a few
lashes on the smooth brown skin of the adult male.  His whole body shook
from the biting of the whip and a loud scream of agony left his mouth. 
Dark brown welts swelled up where the leather snake had been.  The pain
even caused him to loose control of his bladder and intestines.  His urine
and feces (not that much, since they had been deprived of any decent amount
of food for quite some time now) dropped unceremoniously on the street. 
Once the lashing finished, the man started to sob and cry.  At that time I
thought it was from pain, but during later encounters in this region I
learned that the shame and humiliation of being naked and without control
are the main reasons for this behavior.  With his ass raised high in the
air, we all had a good view on it.  Also the large sac and phallus hanging
between his legs were in plain sight.  Even soft and while its owner had
been whipped, the smooth cock was longer than my hand.  Like all Jews, the
head of it was unprotected by the foreskin, since they remove that from it.
And his complete crotch was as hairless as mine was right now.  Another
legionnaire now picked up a paddle and covered both ass cheeks of the Jew
with a barrage of firm strokes.  The strokes caused his cock and balls to
sway back and forth in a hypnotizing rhythm.  Somehow it looked as if he
was fucking the air.  With every stroke he was pushed forward, only to
slide back over the beam as the paddle was removed.  His ass slowly turned
a more deeper, warmer shade of brown and even his screams became less as
the nerves became numb.  The effect of the Jew dry humping the air had also
effect on me and the rest of the surrounding legionnaires.  My own shaft
grew hard from seeing his meat slap time and time again up against his
stomach.  One by one we started to massage our cocks on the same rhythm as
his ass was paddled viciously.  Finally Jovius, the legionnaire with the
paddle, had enough of it.  As he saw us being excited by the arousing
beating of his victim, he now took it one step further and removed the rest
of his clothes.  His shirt and leather padding already disappeared once he
had worked up a sweat beating the Jew and now he was only dressed in his
sandals.  His cock was about the size of my own and when he positioned
himself between the legs of his victim, he aimed the tip of it at the
sphincter of the Jew that was now catching his breath after the brutal
beating.  But when he noticed what was about to happen, he started to
scream once again as if he was punctured by a pilum.  His screaming
intensified as Jovius started to put his cock between the battered
asscheeks and placed himself against his shithole.  Jovius met quite some
resistance there but eventually the anus of the Jew gave in to the
persistent intrusions of the strong Roman cock and with a series of back
and forth movements Jovius sank his length all the way into the rectum of
his victim.  Defeated he slumped over the beam now when his virgin ass was
being fucked in a steady rhythm.  As Jovius plunged himself again and again
inside, the surrounding men (including myself) now fully masturbated at the
same speed.  Jovius was the first of us to cum.  The tight ass of the Jew
caused him to climax and spend his load quite soon.  As his grunts and
pushes grew more intensive I saw his balls being drawn up in his scrotum.
When his last thrust inside was not followed by a pull out, I knew he was
squirting load after load of hot semen in the intestines of the Jew. 
Seeing Jovius reach his climax turned out to be too much for some of us and
as Jovius rested to pull out his sensitive cock, several of the
legionnaires around him came as well and shot their loads in their hands or
simply on the ground.  One of them walked to the Jew, pulled up his head
and fed him the semen from his hand.  Even while the victim was showing his
obvious disgust at doing this, he knew better than to refuse or spit it
out. So after a few attempts he swallowed the slippery male fluid.  The
legionnaire next to me pushed away my hand from my pulsating member and he
replaced it with his own.  He distributed his own discharge all over my
rock hard cock and continued massaging the slippery shaft.  When his other
hand started to fondle my sac and the balls inside, I almost came that
instant.  The guy knew what he was ding, but I managed to postpone my
orgasm for now.  With the imminent crises averted, I started to fully enjoy
his ministrations and even rocked my hips back and forth in tune with his
strokes.  Looking back at the Jew, I saw that Jovius had pulled out of his
ass and that his place was now taken by another legionnaire.  Even while
the cock that was now reaming his ass was twice as thick as the one from
Jovius, the Jew did not scream at all.  But maybe that was also caused by
the phallus from our centurion, Epolonius, being shoved down his mouth. 
From where I was standing, I could see his throat being expanded and
contracted as Epolonius moved his fat cock in and out of the face of the
Jew.  He was now stuck on two big hard cocks like a pig on a roasting iron.
Despite the brutal treatment, his own cock was still hard and bobbed slowly
up and down during the oral and anal fucking he received.  When his anal
assailant added his sperm to that of Jovius, the sensations became too much
for the Jew and his overloaded senses gave in.  His cock started pumping
out load after load of semen that splattered on the ground and it seemed he
never was going to stop.  Even when there was no more sperm to be pumped
out, his body kept convulsing and that in turn made Epolonius clench his
ass as he lunged forward a final time and came inside the throat of the
Jew. Epolonius' cock blocked the trachea and his sperm shot straight into
the lungs.  This caused the Jew to couch and convulse even more as he tried
to free his mouth and throat to get air.  But our centurion kept his cock
locked in the throat and as his last squirts of sperm shot inside the
lungs, the Jew slowly stopped convulsing as he choked away his life on the
thick shaft from Epolonius.  Seeing this happening before my eyes, was too
much for me and I came right there and then.  My first load landed on the
ground, but the remaining squirts where caught by the mouth of the
legionnaire that had been masturbating me.  The centurion let go of the
head and pulled back out of the lifeless corpse.  Also the legionnaire that
had fucked his ass retreated and now the dead body hung useless over the
beam of the cart, dripping a mixture of blood and semen from all its
openings.  Even his now limp cock had managed to release some ultimate
drops of seed during his death trows.

   As I looked around the remaining prisoners had met likewise destinies.
Most of them had been choked in way way or another.  A few had their
throats cut open in the end.  And a small skinny young male had been tied
to a doorpost with his ankles spread out at the bottom and wrists at the
top.  In this way he resembled an character 'X'.  Except that this X was
dribbling blood from its front- and backside.  Once he had been tied up and
stretched out inside the doorpost, his captors had cut of his cock and
scrotum.  And as he bled to death, they had successively fucked his ass
until that was reduced to a formless bleeding mass as well.

   All the bodies were piled up inside on of the houses, so they would not
block us or other troops during the rest of the battle.  During the
remainder of the afternoon we rested, drank and ate.  Just before we were
about to move out again, a messenger arrived that the final attack had been
postponed 3 hours.  And 3 hours later we at last marched on to the main
temple.  Under cover of the darkness we managed to get quite close before
we encountered any resistance.  Again we were engaged by just about
everything that could hold a weapon.  And if they could not find a weapon
they thought that hands and feet were useful as well.  Not a very smart
thought, but I mention it as a mere token of their stubbornness.  You do
not stop a Roman Legion once it has set out to conquer something.  In the
early morning of the next day victory was achieved and the last resiting
enemies were killed.  Most of them had surrendered anyway, but some simply
refused and had to be convinced by a short but intense flight down the
walls of the temple.  The impact of that experience left them speechless
and lifeless.  Luck had it that Esdras and I discovered a hidden passage
way that led our cohort to right behind the last batch of them.  The
priestess/servant who tries to fled away from that passage, ran right to
our arms and was captured and send back to the base camp.  Even more lucky
was that our commander Tiberius himself saw this action.  Later, when we
returned to in the camp we were summoned to him and complimented on this.
Talking with the great man, who already led his legions to many victories
and would do so even more, about our recent achievements in the legion, he
suddenly turned to us and asked if we would be interested in serving the
Empire even better.  With the Empire growing more and more every day, the
amount of border regions increased and needed more and better intelligence
to direct the Empire even more forward.  For this purpose a number of
Reconnaissance Cohorts were being formed.  Not so massive as the Legions
they would range from 10 to 50 legionnaires.  Less formal in setup as well,
they would answer only to their Commander (Tiberius being one of those) and
the Emperor.  Just as long as their goals were achieved.  Of course, we
were both honored by this request and accepted it with pride.  To test us,
the earlier captured priestess was brought in and we were told to
interrogate her.  She was the suspected of knowing some secret entrances
into the one remaining major fortress of Masada.  She evenspoke a few words
of Latin as she knelt down, already stripped from her clothes, in front of
the three of us.  It was clearly visible that she had already been beaten
as the angry dark red welt on her back still slowly oozed some blood.  But
except for a few broken fingers, which stood out at odd angles from hands,
she appeared in relatively good shape.  Those temple dwellers must have
looked good after themselves while the rest of the city starved from
hunger. Lifting her up by her bound hands, I dragged her to the table and
draped her over it.  Placing her backwards on the table, Esdras cut her
bounds only to bind her wrists again, with her arms stretched out to
separate corners of the table.  Her ass now balanced on the opposite edge
of the table and the full weight of her legs provided enough leverage to
push her pubic area upwards.  Like most most of the woman we had seen so
far, she also has a completely bald cunt.  From the looks of her tight
vaginal lips it looked that she had never been pregnant.  Well, if she
managed to survive the next hours she had a good chance of correcting that
in the near future.  Female prisoners were usually sold into slavery to the
brothels that are present in all large Roman cities and with the Empire
needed more citizens, all babies born from those prostitutes were put up
for adoption of Roman families.  But she possibly would find out all of
that later.  Making sure her legs stayed open and that the most sensitive
and intimate parts of her body stayed accessible and in plain view, I
loosely bound her ankles to the legs of the table.  This way they could
still move freely up and down, but their sideways movement was limited.  As
she realized her vulnerable position she started to breathe heavily and her
firm tits, that have the size of a pair of large apples, heaved as her
chest rose up and down.  Her head swayed left and right as she was trying
to look at all of us with her pleading eyes.  In the beginning she tried to
lift her legs, in a vain attempt to protect herself, but as time passed by,
her muscles gave in and her legs slumped down again.  Esdras now took the
small whip and lashed out over her exposed belly.  The leather did not
break her skin, but a dark brown welt marked the spot were his strike had
landed.  Tiberius had taken a seat at the other side of the table and, as
Esdras placed a few more lashes on the woman, I could see his cock rise
under his tunic with every scream she let go as the tender flesh of her
belly was hit again and again.  From my end I saw her ass and hips bounce
up and down in the rhythm that she was being tortured by the biting of the
whip.  With legs legs being unable to close I was also witnessing her bald
cunt moving up and down in a enticing way and my own cock reacted to that
in the usual way: it got hard...  Esdras saw me getting excited and told me
to fuck the woman.  That way she would get a mixture of plain and pleasure
that would drive her delirious.  It would be the best way of extracting the
information, as she already had resisted the usual torture that had been
applied.  Stepping between her wide spread legs, I waited till Esdras stop
for a moment.  Once her exposed and open cunt stopped moving, I pressed my
phallus against her entrance and entered her with one swift stroke. 
Despite the beating of the whip, she still was rather moist and I managed
to slide in all the way at this first stroke.  And from the ease that I
went in, it was certain she was no virgin as well.  This time a moan
escaped from her lips, as my cock stretched her sensitive inner tissue. 
Her nipples became hard and raised themselves as small brown pebbles in an
instant.  Despite the severe beating that Esdras had given her, she started
to get even wetter and soon her small clit became visible as it extended
and tried to give her owner more pleasure.  Again the woman bucked her
hips, but this time it was to meet my cock and pubic bone that where pushed
in and against her time after time.  When I felt that she was close to her
orgasm, I signaled to Esdras and kept my cock deep inside here.  A well
aimed strike of the whip landed straight on top of her two breasts and both
her nipples got the full brunt of the strike.  I felt her cunt muscles
contract and spasm without control as her brain coped with dealing of such
intense pain.  Together with her mouth (that opened but did not let go of
any sounds) her bladder opened as well and still shivering and spasming
from the pain she released her urine that sprayed over my legs.  Once she
calmed down and was able to produce some sound again, she screamed out
loud. Time to start over again...  As I started to pound in and out her
tight womanhood, she forgot the pain and again met my strokes one by one.
The red welt over her tits did not bleed, only the skin of her nipples was
cracked open and small drops of blood oozed out.  I bended over and she
tried to raise her torso, as if she wanted to give me easier access to her
mistreated flesh.  Licking around her nipples I tasted her warm blood and
sweat.  Soon I felt her orgasm rise again and I straightened back up. 
Another few thrusts and Esdras got his sign again.  This time both her
nipples burst open like overripe cherries and while she again let go a
silent scream of agony, her lower body muscles cramped shut and again my
cock was taken in a strong grip.  As soon as that grip relaxed I got back
to pumping in and out of her again.  Now she was totally mixed up...  the
strong pain in her breasts and the wonderful sensations of being fucked
made her babble incoherently.  Her body now gave up the fight and she did
not resist anymore or even tried to meet my thrusts.  AS I kept up the
pounding of her pussy, Esdras now got close to her head.  With one hand he
kept her head motionless and with his other he rubbed her bloody tits. 
Speaking softly to her, he told her that she could stop all this if she
only told us the information we wanted.  Her eyes looked without seeing to
the top of the tent, and she kept on talking about her childhood.  Esdras
kept up his talk and squeezed the destroyed nipples every now and then. 
Each squeeze resulted in a muscle cramp around my cock and another
waterfall of the story of her life.  But every time the story got closer to
the present.  She was sorry to see her mother die, she told about the girl
who thought her how to kiss, about the man that fingered her to her first
orgasm, about the temple priest who initiated her, about the meeting of the
temple elders and finally about the last meeting before the siege.  As she
now came continuously and milked my cock with her cunt, she revealed that
the remaining people were to retreat to Masada and use secret entrance in
the north-east to be reach the fortress.  At that time I could not keep
back and with strong almost painful squirts my pent up seed found its way
from my pulsating balls through my phallus.  Wave after wave I shot deep in
her womb.  After I was spend, I pulled out and readjusted my tunic.  In the
meantime Tiberius had masturbated himself to an orgasm.  He then summoned
some legionnaires and ordered the woman to be taken away and treated.  If
she was to survive her wounds, she was to be sent to the brothel of the
Three Sisters in Rome.  If not...  the desert was a big place and one more
body in the mass graves that needed to be dug anyway, was not really a
problem.

   Later that evening in the tent, Esdras fucked me like a stallion climbs
a mare.  With pleasure I spread my legs and ass and gave him what he could
not get earlier that evening.  As his hand slid up and down my shaft, I
felt the top of his cock go deep inside my intestines.  After only a few
minutes of fucking Esdras groaned, stiffened and shot his hot sperm inside
me.  His pulsating phallus in my rectum and his hand sliding up and down,
made me cum again as well.  All in all an evening well spent.

   The next morning found us leaving the Fifth legion and traveling back to
Athens, where we would get our first commission and see the rest of the
Second Reconnaissance Cohort (later also known as Crassus' Cobras).  But
that will told later.

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