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Date: 75 AD
Event: Campaign into Germania Superior
Summary: The Cobras raid a village in prepation for a bigger battle.
Status: Basically finished, might need some touching up

   After having left the Macedonian legion just over four years earlier and
having made various successful missions into the border regions of the
Empire, Titus Flavius Vespasianus had requested the participation of
several from his special troops in a regular campaign again.

   The group that I had been commanding with the assistance of Esdras had
become known as Crassius' Cobras and together with other well known groups,
like Wassili's Wolves and Balbus' Bears we joined forces with parts of the
Legio I Adiutrix to help it root out some tribal unrest in Germany Superior
for the next years to come.

   The Cobras had been growing and diminishing in numbers during the last
year.  A few high risk (and fatality prone) missions had caused our numbers
to dwindle from forty-something to even below fifteen at one moment.  But
at this moment its strength was back to the usual twenty five.  Luckily
there was never a shortage of young, strong and adventurous men to boost
(only if temporary) our numbers.

   Even our last trip into the hills of Tuscania and the subsequent raid on
a fortified mansion from a merchant had costs us five men.  Six even if you
counted Saunio, who remained crippled for life after this event.  Although
the lack of his testicles and his maimed cock were a more serious problem
for him than his half bitten off leg.  The merchant had refused to pay his
taxes and due to his good standing withing the community, a public
retrieval of said taxes by a few cohorts was not an option.  However, our
intelligence had not been complete and when we paid him a visit one night
(to try and encourage him to pay up), the eight fighting dogs he had
roaming through the mansion had cost us dearly.  In the end we had finished
them off after all, but at the cost of the first three men (including
Saunio who we picked up on the way back).  The noise had woken up the
guards , so we had not chance to surprise and subdue them in their sleep.
The one guard actually standing watch had been the first casualty... 
Esdras had sneaked up to him and planted his dagger in his chest before the
man managed to raise the alarm.  Even in the dark his look of pain and
surprise was clear to see as the sharp blade pierced his lung and heart. 
The fight with the remaining guards had been short, fierce and brutal. 
Some of them were ex-gladiators and offered much more resistance than
expected.  That had cost us another three men.  But in the end the nine men
joined their comrade on his journey to whatever place there is after this
life.  Of course, all the noise had woken up the merchant, but we caught
him just in time as he tried to escape with his wife and son through an
underground corridor.  Esdras pulled him out of the hole by his legs.  As
he kept on kicking and screaming he received a few slaps on his fat face.
That made him shut up.  Then his wife and son also returned.  The boy,
about twelve years old, was totally confused by what happened and, as we
roughened up his father, clung to his mothers hips.  And some very nice
hips they were...  the wife, still dressed in a short and flimsy evening
gown, must have gotten pregnant with him at an early age, because she did
not look like the mother of a juvenile boy.  Her arm was wrapped
protectively around the child.  And as she breathed deeply to recover from
her exertions, her tits rose and fell under the thin cloth.  With big stiff
nipples that crowned her apple sized breasts and blazing eyes of anger at
the treatment of her husband, she fired up not only my lust.  One of the
men yelled: "Let's fuck the bitch, maybe that will make him tell where the
money is!" And so it was done...  the wife was put on her back on a table
and kept in place by four of us, while father and son where stripped and
tied up naked to the wall.  Hand above their heads, stretched out on their
toes.  Then we took turn in raping the woman.  At first she tried to resist
and bucked on the table to ward us off.  Her long black hair swirled from
left to right as did her firm tits.  But after the cumming of three fat
cocks inside her, she stopped resisting and even reciprocated the thrusts
from the next series of men.  When she was fucked by the sixth, she finally
came herself as well.  Her initial howl of equal shame and joy were then
followed by loud moans and renewed bouncing of her body (but now from
enjoyment) that started to have an effect on father and son as well... 
They both had gotten hard cocks.  The boy was even dry humping the air in
an attempt to relieve the pressure in his little balls.  "Look what we have
here...  both dad and son getting a hard cock when their wife and mother is
being raped by strangers...." Grabbing the old man in his scrotum, I
continued, turned to the boy to ask if he knew where the money was.  As he
eyed me scared stiff, I squeezed down on his fathers balls.  The merchant
screamed hard when my hand clamped down on his sensitive eggs.  The boy
shook his head from left to right but kept on looking at the hard cock of
his father that turned purple as I kept on squeezing.  "How do you like
your father's cock, boy?  Have you ever seen it before like this?  I am
sure yours will be even bigger if you grow up..." The subtle remark about
the uncertainty of his future was not lost on him and his father.  But in
fact I was right...  the boys cock was already three quarts in length of
the one from the man who hung next to him.  Not as thick as the cock of his
fat father, but the length was already there.  In the background, their
wife and mother again experienced a violent orgasm as she was fucked by one
of the men yet again.  I think it was Esdras that pounded her pussy at that
particular moment.  As his mother curved her back from the table under the
intense physical pleasure she felt and let go of a load groan, the boy
started humping subconsciously again in the air.  The boy obvious enjoyed
seeing his mother getting fucked like this...  Releasing the balls from the
father, I move closer to the son.  "Leave the boy alone!" his father
whispered at me.  "Do to me and my wife what you want, but..." And his
begging was cut short by a punch to his cheek.  "You will tell me nothing
except the location of the money!" Not really sure if he heard me, as the
punch seemed to have knocked him unconscious...  Once more I returned my
attention to the boy.  The dark haired kid was looking back and forth
between the erection of his dad that still stood up beneath his bulging
belly and his naked mother that still got fucked by the men on the table.
Putting one and one together he was learning the facts of life at an
accelerated pace.  The obvious pleasure his mother was having, was without
a doubt caused by the cocks going in and out of her.  Moving around to his
back, I lowered the rope that kept his arms stretched upwards at bit, so he
could again stand on his feet.  Still behind him, I started to caress his
lithe body.  He looked scared and excited.  And the combination of violence
and lust displayed right in front of him had him confused.  His mother was
getting violated for sure as she had screamed her lungs out in the
beginning, but somehow she now enjoyed (otherwise why would she moan with
plain lust and pleasure all the time?) getting those big cocks stuck in her
again and again.  Looking over his shoulder, I saw two small nipples poking
out and further down below his thin cock had gotten even harder and now it
pointed almost upwards.  Rubbing his body even more, I circled my hands to
his chest and pinched his nipples.  A small moan and more bucking of his
hips was my reward.  His small ass bumped back into my own erection.  With
one hand I kept the boy close to me, and while he continued to hump in the
same rhythm that his mother got fucked, I freed my cock.  His small ass
felt so good as it rubbed my hard staff!  After the fighting and seeing the
raping of that good looking woman in front of me, I was ready to cum myself
any moment now...  Placing my cock between his ass cheeks with one hand, I
wrapped my other hand around the cock from the boy.  Slowly I started to
rub my hand over his hard piece of boy meat.  More moans and soft mews came
from his sweet lips.  By now the head of my snake (the name Crassius' Cobra
was not by coincidence...) had found his sweaty and slippery rear entrance.
And then several things happened...  The merchant woke up and saw me about
to bugger his son and started shouting...  His wife heard that through the
haze of one of her many orgasms and looked directly as the boy...  The boy
sees the lust crazed face of his mother looking at him and started pumping
out his pent up load of boy semen as I masturbate his twitching cock... 
the boy pushes his ass backwards and I press forward and ram my stiff snake
all the way up his virgin ass.  Now the painful screams of the boy join the
curses of his father...  And as I feel my cock burst through the colon of
the boy and slide my shaft directly between his warm and slippery
intestines, I cum almost at once.  After a final series of thrusts, each
eliciting a loud and high pitched scream from the boy, I started bucking
and thrusting in his violated ass as I filled him for the first and last
time.  My cock finally reached that sensitive spot inside his ass and,
despite the pain from his injured lower body, the boy cums again.  Another
smaller load of translucent semen jets from his still hard cock.  When I
pull out a gush of blood, semen, shit and intestines leaves as well and the
boy grows limp as his small body quickly but surely bleeds to death. 
Turning my attention back to the merchant, I now stand in front of him with
my blood, sperm and shit covered cock...  "Now, will you tell us where the
money is, of shall I and my men continue with you instead of your wife?" As
the man saw the blood and life leave the dangling body of his only son, so
did his resistance leave his own.  Even his thick cock lost its firmness,
despite the continued fucking and moaning of his wife in the background. 
After he finally told us where the money was hidden, we took the amount
that he owned the tax-collector (after all, we were no common thieves, the
man had every right to rebuild his fortune and family) and left him and his
wife nicely bound together face to face.  With her sitting right on top of
his lap, and dripping cum from her overfilled cunt, I could already see the
start of another erection as we moved out again (with injured Saunio
carried along on a makeshift stretcher).  With any luck he would have
another son in about nine months...  and with even some more luck, it might
even be his own...  But we did not wait to see what his first priority
would be...  to get free or to finally empty his balls.

   All in all, this commission had cost us yet another handful of able men.
And so the recent orders from Titus had been welcome.  Both for the
relative safety of the organized legion-based warfare and the opportunity
to recruit some new Cobras after the campaign.  Lancerius Proxcatius, the
general of the Adiutrix, knew his business and the basecamp in Moguntiacum
had been provided with the usual facilities.  Fortified walls, barracks for
the officers, tents for the common legionnaires, and for the remainder just
read of the works from Cornelius Tacitus.  While often lacking in detail,
his 'Roman Legionnaires and their Habitat' does present an acceptable
introduction.  One of the more special items was the local thermea. 
Lancerius had the picked the location of the fortified camp well and within
the walls on the hills, at least six separate ones were available.  After
travelling for over two weeks to Moguntiacum, all of the Cobras for sure
could use some soaking time in a warm thermea.  Floating on my back I let
the deliciously warm and somewhat sulfuric water relaxed me as it bubbled
upwards from its well.  The pool itself had been expanded, so that a
maximum of fifty men could fit.  But for now it were only the Cobras.  We
had arrived early in the afternoon and once we had settled ourselves in the
barracks, we decided to take a refreshing dip.  Esdras and I were
discussing the events in Tuscania and the injuries of Saunio.  We both
agreed that while Saunio would be all right, his maimed leg would mean an
end to his participation in the Cobras.  The leg itself had healed fine
without inflammation, and the scar tissue that developed on the places were
his balls and almost half of his cock had been, did not seem to hamper his
ability to still get an erection.  In fact, due to the firm scar tissue, it
looked as if he had a semi erection all the time.  For the novices and the
priestess of local temple of Venus a somewhat immobile gardener was just
what their temple needed.  That he was able to take care of their personal
intimate gardens as well (without fear for them of getting knocked up) was
even a bonus for them when they took him from our hands.  The remainder of
the conversation was about our own group.  Even while we succeeded again,
the loss of lives (and Saunios testicles...) somehow smelled like a
failure. And we had smelled that foul scent too often lately.  Loosing five
out of twenty to twenty-five men on any assignment could not become the
golden standard.  And as neither of us could really endure the structural
and tediousness lifestyle of a regular legion any more, the only option was
to convince Titus that our commissions should be even more specific and
attainable by fewer people.  Drifting away from this conversation from the
middle of the pool to the border, I flipped over.  As I steadied myself on
the smooth stone ridge with both hands, I floated on my belly in the
swirling water.  One of the streams that rose to the surface as it pushed
in new, fresh and warm water into the pool, passed my right hip. 
Repositioning myself, I let it caress my cock and balls.  While the stream
caused my cock to get semi hard, I still felt relaxed.  Looking back at
Esdras, I saw that he followed me and his smile told me that he knew why I
kept on floating at this particular spot.  "Do something better than just
grinning, my friend," I spoke to him.  Urging him on I continued: "You can
start by working some of the stiffness out of my...  shoulders!" Of course
I knew that once he started working on my shoulders, the other stiffness
would be next...  He placed his firm hands on my shoulders and started
kneading them back to smoothness again.  The combination of his experienced
skilful hands on my shoulders, back and upper arms and the never ending
stream of whirling water caressing my ever growing cock, made me moan in
pleasure.  "Mmmmm...  this could so on forever..." "Unlikely," Esdras
joked. "just until that snake of yours spits its 'venom' and you'll get
bored soon enough." "You like that 'venom' anyway, so why are you
complaining?  And your snake doesn't behave different from mine..." Except
that it was a bit thicker and longer than mine, I thought.  But the gods
give us what they think we deserve and we can only do our best with it. 
Flipping around again and ending on my back, my cock stood up straight and
wet.  Looking around I saw that most of the Cobras were gathered in groups
of two or three and were also releasing the strain for travelling.  "Make
it squirt, Esdras.  Let it release it's 'venom' and I'll let you fuck my
ass afterwards!" Esdras used his left hand to keep me afloat in the water
and with his right he masturbated me as so many times before.  His strong
grip made my cock pulsate as it slid up and down over my shaft.  Squeezing
on the upward stroke, he pushed in more and more blood in the mushroom
shaped head until it was deep purple and very sensitive.  I knew I was not
going to last long.  The travel (with only time for a quick fuck every
three or four days), the warm water, Esdras' big cock bumping into my hip
every now and then and the other Cobras in various states of arousal as
well...  it all added to my pleasure.  Too soon I felt my balls contract
and start their tell tale tingling.  Esdras also noticed them trying to get
inside my body and increased the speed of his hand.  Suddenly one of his
fingers wriggled its way between my clenching ass cheeks and found my
sensitive sphincter.  He did not push in, but only softly rubbed the
outside.  And that pushed me over the edge even faster.  Four or five times
my snake spewed out his 'venom'.  It fell down on my stomach and Esdras'
hand that still jerked up and down, but was soon washed away by the
whirling water.  Esdras did not waste too much time, and as soon as I
stopped squirting semen, he gave two or three more jerk for good measure
and positioned me straight up, turned me around, so my back was towards him
and made me spread my legs somewhat.  Relaxed as I was after the just
experienced orgasm, Esdras had no problems in working his thick veined cock
in my rectum.  Only the first push stretched my sphincter a bit as his wide
cockhead paved the way for the rest of his manhood.  Stabilizing myself on
the side of the pool, I felt Esdras' length of cock works it way in and
out. My own cock stayed as hard as before and I pushed my ass back towards
him to prevent it from hitting the rough rocky side of the pool.  Only
after a few strokes, I felt him tighten up and while his hands gripped my
hips even firmer his 'snake' spit out his 'venom' deep inside me.  One hand
slid further down and caressed my cock as he waited for his own to soften
before he pulled out again.  It felt so good to feel his lips place the
firm sucking kisses on my neck and shoulder as he masturbated me slowly
enough to not cum again but firm enough to stay hard.  But eventually his
cock deflated and he pulled out.

   Later that evening we reversed the actions.  After using copious amounts
of olive oil to massage Esdras' cock to its full height, I sucked each and
every delicious drop of sperm out of his cock once the increased bucking of
his hips indicated he was going to cum...  And fucking his ass and feeling
his oiled up rectum squeeze my cock as I erupted after being inside him for
a long time, felt as good as the first time that many years ago.

   But after all the pleasure of the night before, the next morning was
filled with activities to bring us up to speed.  Local intelligence had
followed up on some rumours about a gathering of local tribes up north. 
Since no one wanted a repeat performance of the events from over 60 years
ago (when the Empire lost three complete legions in this region), we made
sure to confirm the talk of drunken merchants in the bar.  When questioned
again once they had sobered up, the merchants reaffirmed their statements.
A patrol that had been send out, had returned two days before we arrived
and they as well had additional information that was in line with that of
the merchants.  The younger of the two tribesmen they had caught with help
of some villagers (who were only too happy to aid the new rulers of their
lands) was brought in the tent.  The young warrior (I estimated him at 17
or maybe 18) was quickly stripped of his remaining clothes (a small leather
loincloth and some leather boots that were meant to protect his legs from
the dense undergrowth of the forests in this region) and tied with his back
to the torture rack.  The weapons he and his companion carried were brought
in as well and consisted of a one handed battle-axe, a sword and some
daggers.  Tied to the rack with his arms pulled backwards, the muscles of
his arms and chest tensed.  His white skin was almost translucent and at
several places his blueish veins could clearly be seen beneath his skin. 
His firm pectorals were crowned by two light pink nipples.  Further down
below, just below his bellybutton a small trail of hairs led the way to a
nice set of cock and balls.  Like all barbarians, he had plenty of hair on
his scrotum and at the base of his uncut and limp cock.  Even his upper
legs were covered with a thin layer of blonde hairs.  He tried to ease the
tension on his arms somewhat by standing on his toes, but except in tiring
his legs as well, it did not help him much.  And it caused his hips to be
pressed forward so his crotch was even more on display.  Soon sweat broke
out all over his young body from both exertion and fear of what was about
the happen to him.  Lancerius told him that, if his answers would come
swift and correct, he and his companion could choose between being be
shipped to the Roman slave markets or have a quick and painless death.  If
not...  The threat hung in the air as obvious and clear as the barbarians
cock.  The answers from his older companion had been written down earlier
and the interrogation began.  Lancerius and Petronus the Elder, his second
in command, fired in turn real and fake questions and the odd cross
reference one at the youth.  When not answering quick enough, a strike with
a supple rod from a willow tree on his torso was his reward.  But he
answered quick and only a few times the rod landed on his cock when he gave
the wrong answer.  After the scream of pain, the correct answer came
inevitably...  But once again, I was struck by the typical instinctive and
seemingly ingrained behaviour of these Nordic warriors.  Whenever
confronted with physical abuse, these men got sexually excited.  Even this
youth, while receiving the lashes on his upper body, started to gyrate his
hips ever so slightly in a motion that obviously emulated a copulation. 
The much stronger jerks whenever the rod hit his cock or balls were from
sure from pain, as the already mentioned screams only confirmed.  So, when
the Lancerius and Petronus ended their interrogation, the young barbarian
warrior hung panting, sweaty and exhausted on the rack, only supported by
his bounds arms, but his completely stiff cock still curved proudly upward,
even while decorated with several bright red striped from where the rod had
hit it.  Petronus put away the branch of willow, walked over to the youth
and cupped his compact scrotum.  Another moan left his thin lips as the
senior officer fondled the hairy sac and the sensitive balls inside.  Like
most of his tribesmen he displayed an obvious discomfort at being pleasured
this way.  However I was pretty certain that this was more due to the large
group of men being present, than the act of one man caressing another. 
Earlier dealing with these tribes had learned me that male-male sexual
contact was (even while less common then among us Romans) happening more
often then generally believed.  "Come on, boy..." Petronus spoke softly to
him, his mouth brushing the earlobe.  "Take your reward.  The interrogation
was difficult enough and you deserve some release..." Not that the youth
had a real choice...  his whole body was already over-sensitive from the
flogging and even more so the part of his blood filled uncut cock.  The
foreskin had been pulled back all together by Petronus' massage and the
smooth tip was now totally exposed to the chilly morning air.  Two more
firm squeezed, and the first pearly drops of pre-cum already left his piss
slit.  Petronus used his other hand to smear out the sticky fluid over the
complete head of the barbarian cock.  The sensation of having his balls
massaged and the tip of his cock expertly stimulated, made the young
barbarian come back to life.  His moans slowly changed into grunts of lust
and the small thrusts of his hips returned.  But before he could really get
into it and enjoy the ministration of his former torturer, his body
betrayed him and accompanied by soft and almost guilty deep masculine
grunts he released his pent up sperm and with four or five squirts
Petronus' hand was now full of the sticky stuff.  While he kept a firm and
menacing grip on the balls of the youth, Petronus lifted his filled hand up
to the mouth of the barbarian.  With horror in his eyes he realized what
was expected of him...  to lick up and swallow his own spend...  Now
totally humiliated the boy did as was expected and like a kitten he started
lapping at the hand and slippery contents being offered to him.  For sure
the other hand, that firmly gripped his balls and would rip them off if he
dared to do something stupid like biting Petronus or spitting out the
sperm, increased his enthusiasm as well...  Once Petronus was happy about
the cleaning job, the barbarian got cut loose and was taken back to his
older companion.

   With the information from the merchants now confirmed by the
interrogation of both Nordic barbarians, we proceeded with making plans. 
The Bears, Wolves and Cobras would each attack one of the smaller and close
by villages.  We were to prevent any one from escaping and alerting the the
main force of the barbarian tribes that was hiding in a small valley
further to the east.  Their main force outnumbered the legion about 4 to 1,
so it was imperative that they should be pinned down in that valley.  Our
ballistas and onagers would take care of them that way.  Any attempt to
escape the valley could be easily blocked by the Adiutrix itself.  After
the final preparations of double checking the weapons and the little
enforced leather body plating we used, the Cobras left in the afternoon. 
We reached the village after a forced march in the early hours of the next
morning.  The whole complex consisted of three dozen huts, where the pigs
and goats mingled between.  Our plans was to slowly work our way from hut
to hut, without disturbing the animals, and then to enter it and kill all
the barbarians inside before they could raise an alarm.  Only from the last
half dozen of huts any prisoners would be taken.  Once we had reached
those, we had enough men to spare and hunt down the ones that might escape
initially.

   All went according to plan and within half the time we planned, all but
the last huts had been visited and their inhabitants killed in the sleep or
while they were waking up from the last muffled scream from their family
members.  One minor incident happened when a nude middle aged woman stepped
outside, still groggy with sleep, probably to relieve herself at the nearby
creek (putting on clothes was only something these barbarians only did when
it was cold or when they left their villages, all of them that we killed
today in their huts had been naked).  Too bad for her that it took her too
long to realize what it really meant to have all these Roman soldiers in
the village.  Once she did and drew in a deep breath, that expanded her
impressive chest so that her big tits stood out straight from her torso, to
scream the alarm, it was already to late.  One pilum sank in her gut,
another pierced her throat and a big bladed dagger sank itself as far as
the hilt into her left tit.  As she dropped on her knees and tried to grab
for a moment at the dagger, her bladder gave way and a big stream of piss
splattered on the soil between her legs and mingled there with the blood
that was also gushing down from the three large wounds she had suffered. 
Then she tumbled forward and before her face hit the dirt she was already
dead.

   Esdras and Scipio stepped inside that hut to finish the remaining
inhabitants.  The rest of us continued as before, with more and more men
moving beyond the border of the village to catch any one that tried to
escape.  From the final half dozen huts, only the adults were killed.  The
children were knocked unconscious and tied.  They would be send to Rome and
depending on their luck and the needs of the city be distributed among the
brothels, arenas or gladiator schools.  Or maybe simply sold as house
slaves.  It did not really matter.  For sure they would not cause any
trouble over here any more.  Finishing our raid, I caught up with Scipio
and asked him about Esdras.  Scipio hesitated as bit, but finally told me
that Esdras had been busy raping the daughter of the hut they had entered
together after killed the bitch with the big tits.  Seeing the woman die
the violent and sudden death she dad, had given him a instant erection and
when the Scipio had killed the male barbarian, Esdras had found the single
girl who tried to hide underneath a stack of furs.  Esdras had placed the
scared girl on top of the furs, placed one hand over her mouth to prevent
any screams of fear, pain or pleasure and had plunged his cock deep in her
cunt and started hammering away.  By then Scipio had left the hut.

   When I reached the hut and wanted to enter it, a blonde haired, slim
boy, in the age that he was about the develop into manhood, tried to
escape. I just managed to grab his long hairs and jerked him back.  There
was blood all over him and his small cock stood proud and erect, straight
from his developing body.  Entering the hut with the boy dragged behind me,
I saw the situation.  And he later told me how it came to pass.  When
waking up as their mother had gone outside, he and his twin-sister had both
heard the sound of the pilums and dagger hitting her, followed by the soft
thud as she had dropped dead to the ground.  While his sister had gone
scrambling for cover under the furs, he had sprung from the straw covered
sleeping area and had climbed as high up the hut between the rafters as
possible.  From there he witnessed his father being killed by Scipio.  Then
he saw his sister being dragged away from under the furs.  All the time he
had kept himself quiet enough to not be discovered by either Esdras or
Scipio.  When Esdras had placed his sister on top of the furs, he had also
placed his gladius next to him.  Obvious the only 'gladius' Esdras was
thinking about right now was the one that had entered my rectum so many
times.  Anyway, some basic intelligence had to be present in this barbarian
boy, because he waited until Esdras was totally wrapped up in fucking his
sister.  And even while (as he admitted with some shame) he had gotten a
hard cock himself as he watched Esdras fat adult penis rape the tight cunt
of his twin-sister, he waited until Esdras was pumping wave after wave of
manjuice inside her.  Only then he dropped down from the rafters, grabbed
the unsheathed gladius and stabbed it straight between the shoulder blades
of the big man.  The twist to turn the blade around had caused arteries to
burst and squirt blood all over his hands and body.  It also did so much
damage that Esdras had no possibility to react and only kept on pumping
inside his sister for two-three more thrusts.  Then it was over.  As Esdras
collapsed dead on top of the raped girl, her brother made his way outside
to escape, only to be caught by me.

   So, that was how I found Esdras...  With his massive cock still deep
inside the girl that was pinned down beneath him.  Together with the sperm
oozing out from between his cock and her obscenely stretched cuntlips, I
also saw a stream of shit ooze down from his ass as his intestines already
released their content once his heart had stopped beating.  I hope he found
a good place in the afterlife and that the gods will not punish him too
much for this mistake.  After all, he died in the service of the Empire and
while emptying his balls in a young nubile woman...  Seems a good way to
end ones life if one has to...

   As for the rest...  The village got burned and it seemed only fit that
Esdras got burned together with it.  He was simply not the man for a
mausoleum, although I would gladly have build him one.

   The final battle later that day and evening was a complete victory.  The
Bears, Wolves and other raiding parties had done their jobs just as well.
Of all the villages surrounding the valley, none escaped its destiny.  With
the barbarian main force now locked up in the valley and no one to warn
them, we had them between the proverbial hammer and anvil.  Once our
ballistas started delivering their destructive load amongst them, their
resistance was soon broken.  Of course, there were some that wanted to
fight and tried to escape, but the Adiutrix made good measure of those. 
Over five thousand barbarians were captured alive and send into slavery to
Rome as a tribute!  Only the main chief of the barbarians was able to keep
his position by swearing allegiance to Emperor Titus Flavius Vespasianus.
As an additional safeguard, his eldest daughter would be married to (or
maybe 'kept hostage by' would be a better phrase) one of the Roman nobles.
This girl, Selfarina, had just turned seventeen and had been destined to be
wed to one of the local chiefs.  However, that chief was one of the fools
who had tried to take on the Adiutrix just about single handedly while
trying to escape.  He lost and once Selfarina stopped crying over his dead
and mutilated corpse, she even seemed almost happy to leave this region
behind herself and start a new life far away from the place that would
always remember her about her killed lover and the catastrophic defeat of
her clansmen.

   Anyway, once battle and its aftermath had finished, I took some time to
take proper care of the boy that killed Esdras.  As is the normal
punishment for his sort of behaviour, he did get emasculated and branded an
enemy of the Empire by burning the customary mark in his left thigh.  His
screams at that time were even louder as the evening before when I had him
strapped on a table and fucked his tight virgin boy-ass repeatedly until he
passed out.  Only then his scrotum was cut open and his balls and their
cords were removed.  After that, the, now empty, hairless pouch was been
cleaned with vinegar to prevent festering and it was sewn close again.  His
surprise, about his ball-less scrotum, that following morning when he found
himself awake with a painful ass and crotch, was just as large as his shame
during the evening before, when he realized that being fucked hard in his
ass, by a mature Roman man like myself, made him squirt his own seed
several times.  But, at least he now did not have to worry about squirting
his seed any more...

   The boy and his sister got eventually sold as slaves to an innkeeper
near Andesina.  I found out a few years later that the innkeeper who paid
for two slaves, eventually got three...  as after eight moons the girl gave
birth to a strong and healthy son.  Give the chain of events and the
description of the son, the boy was most likeyl sired by Esdras.  The rest
of the captives got sold on the regional slave-markets as well.  Especially
in border regions like these, slaves are in high demand.  Villas to be
reinforced, roads to be laid, an empire like ours does not build itself...

   But, the event with Esdras did give me something to think about and
eventually those thoughts led to the restructuring of the Cobras into its
final shape.  After consulting with the Emperor, Titus Flavius Vespasianus,
the special groups, like the Cobras, were to be set up according to roughly
the following rules that still hold till these days:

   Smaller units, with the members working closer together.  As a guideline
we settled on a maximum of ten men.  If a unit had to split up temporarily,
no man went out alone.  Whatever you did, you did it with at least two men.
Again, our only direct responsibility to the Emperor was confirmed.

   These rules, and a few others (mostly administrative) proofed their
value over time and made the new, smaller group of Cobras and the other
groups, to the best of my knowledge, of importance to the expansion and
everlasting glory of the our Empire.

   And so, after having helped in the successful subduing of an impending
uprising, the Cobras started their journey back to Rome, escorting the
nubile Selfarina and her entourage to her destination.  But that is another
story.

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