Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 11:59:57 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 06

                     Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 06

		       by blondeallover@hotmail.com

This is the final chapter of a novella set in an historical backdrop where
societal standards about nudity and sex were very different from our own.
All the usual disclaimers apply.


"By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal
myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection."

"That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only
have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to
us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see you have
a pleasing form."

The olive colored candidate for servile companion to Floin and Cael
dutifully kept her hazel almond eyes trained to the ground as she spoke
through the interview in slow Greek interspersed with words which
demonstrated she had some knowledge of spoken Celtic languages. It was for
this reason that it was Floin who interviewed her among the 2 rough neck
soldiers who regarded her a very fine and strange creature. She was not a
young maiden, but far from aged either. Floin learned she was from the
mysterious east in what I now believe was in lands near Damascus where the
Apostle to our Lord and a founder of the Church, Paul of Tarsus started his
itinerant ministry. They were impressed with tales of her widespread
travels from which she had trained herself a serene and modest wisdom
beyond her years.

"You ought to know that we 2 are mated soldiers, that is to say we are
bonded in matters of the flesh . Do such couplings among men offend people
of your culture?"

Sarai did not directly answer the question. "For me people who couple for
love are granted blessings by my gods. Roman men often couple for brutality
and not for love, which all people of reason regard as abomination."

"You are as thoughtful as a priestess in practice for many moons." For a
moment Floin considered what powers of magic and healing she may have
garnered just through life's experience. He found her inscrutability
charming and even seductive. This led him to his most important and leading
inquiry. "Cael and I are desirous of siring a son for whom we can pass on
skills that would be useful to our tribes' people in future years. Would
you be willing on occasion to open your legs to us and accept our man horns
into your womanly embrace, that you may become with our child?" He nodded
down to look into her eyes as he spoke, giving her permission to look them
directly in the eyes by response.

Just by her reply with a hint of a grin on her lips and eyes that smiled,
Floin could see she would respond in the affirmative. "As your servant.  it
is my duty to open my legs to receive your manly advances whenever you
desire, but you should know that I have only borne a son one year shy of a
½ score years ago and he died a few years hence. I cannot be sure I have
grown barren since."

Cael and Floin decided that they would take their chances and were not
disappointed. While they were away during the day in training, she kept the
hut tidy and prepared tasty meals as best she could for the dearth of ready
spices. Floin assisted her in the early evenings for the planting of a
nearby herb garden. At night she was very touched by the gruff but
extremely pleasurable groans and grunts of the two men in their lovemaking,
Her ample breasts swelled with pointed nipples and her yoni flared and
flowed with womanly juices. She was moved to leave her satchel on occasion
and join the other two, the three of them in their nightly nudity would
frolic in revelry to combinations of heated flesh. It was her great delight
to receive one and then the other between her wide open legs and listen
carefully as the mounted one into her would groan his moment of ecstasy to
thrust his portion of seed deep where hopefully the planted womb would
spring new life.

The boisterous good humored affections that the two men shared, hands and
arms outstretched with hugs and firmly planted kisses were soon extended to
her. For the first time since she was separated from her parents, Sarai
felt truly safe. She dreaded the thought of ever being separated from her
loving protectors.

All the soldiers who had woman servants would have them to assist in the
brief bathing at river's edge, and like the men, they would be bereft of
all clothing. It would be the obligation of masters, through menacing looks
and gestures that their bare women were unavailable to any but their
masters. Sarai was a sensitive soul and she came to realize that the looks
toward her from other naked men were not disrespectful but because they
missed the women of their villages. While Cael was more reluctant, she
convinced Floin into the arrangement of an innocent but enthralling
entertainment.

She would borrow jewelry from other soldiers, gold and silver bracelets,
necklaces, chains broad enough to encircle a woman's enticing torso, and
rings fashioned for both fingers and toes. These would be all that she
would don in a performance at night lighted only by strategically placed
campfires. It was not a dance she would perform, but a series of posed
postures that complimented the beauty of her feminine litheness ~ toes and
fingers often pointed, arms and legs stretched, and back arched in artful
display. She professed this was a discipline of worship from far off India
that she learned from other well-traveled servants. All her feminine charms
in unrestricted display, the audience of soldiers from all the training
camp would cheer and stomp their feet in enthusiastic approval and
appreciation. Many would heartily thank her for her performance personally
and entreat her that on some occasion she must journey to their villages
and teach the women there these appealing arts.  She came to be always
accorded all the most mannered courtesies by the soldiers hence forth.

***************

As it came closer to Beltane Festival, the waters of the river would not be
quite so frigid, and so the men in their bathing time would linger just
minutes longer at it's edge. There was one soldier thereabouts with white
hair and beard, but the form of a somewhat younger man who would ogle Cael
and wink at him on occasion. Once when the other soldiers had left the
riverside to warm themselves by the adjacent open fires and clothe
themselves back into light practice armor, the older man approached Cael to
proposition for Floin. "Your new partner has a fine form and the loaves of
his behind are very enticing, Would you both be agreeable to my thrusting
into him? Of course everything that is mine would be shared with you,
including any future loot in battle."

Cael knew the lecherous but jovial old soldier well and all about his
attractions to younger men. He had passed on the proposition to his earlier
partner, but his deceased wife had balked and only wanted to remain true to
Cael. "If it would entertain you and Sarai so to see me plied and ploughed
into by the lusting old battle boar, aye, I'll lose my garb and spread my
ass to be pricked there." Floin responded sheepishly, but sincerely.

But Floin was ever blissful and joyous to be coupled with into his
"yearning cunt" by another man's heated and pulsing fleshy hard horn of
good stature. Cael and Sarai hugged, tittered, and laughed with the hearty
amusement of watching their beloved Floin in naked raptures squealing with
pleasure as he was tossed about in all different positions, to be ravished
up his availing back yoni with unrestrained vigor by a known lecher of many
scores of years.

*****************

In the old ways of the Celtic peoples when most of the plantings had been
completed, the Festival of Beltane marked the beginning of the summer on
their calendar at the first of May and the night before. It was less than a
handful of days later that year, that the camp learned that the truce with
the Romans had completely ended. All agreements were broken and it was
surmised that a full force of legions would be landing from Gaul to the
southern shores of Britain and at the mouth of the Thames. But trusted
spies had alerted the Druid Councils and camp commanders that the first
engagement would be a march to the hated Druids' spiritual center, to the
isle of Anglesey just north of the Welch peninsula. The Councils asked for
the support of only small contingents , that they would invoke the gods
magical powers and craft stealthy battle strategy to defeat the full force
of numbered Roman legions before they could plunder the remainder of
southern British countryside.

True to the prophecies that Floin knew, it was a tribal princess warrior,
from just north and far east from where Floin and Cael trained., Boudicca,
who emerged as the leader of British tribes in their hour of need and
defense. She and her family were well known by Gwyneth's family.  Later, it
was learned that the old Emperor had been killed and as rumored by his own
family as was also prophesied by the old man himself. He had been succeeded
by his young great-nephew, Nero, whom it was thought in his idle
incompetence would hastily plan an ill-prepared new assault on the isles.

After much counsel, Queen Boudicca decided to take advantage of the absence
of legions at their strongholds in the south and east, while concentration
of legions marched to Anglesey in the west . Tribal troops would assault
and maraud Colchester, London, and other Roman settlements thereabouts. She
waa greatly heartened by the news that almost all the tribes' people
aligned with the Romans in the initial invasion had abandoned them and
would now unite with all other Celts. Boudicca was instructed carefully in
the tactic and technique of Roman formations, how they were disciplined in
heavy armor to stand together in tight regiment, as if to fight as a
handful of thick skinned beasts. For this reason, she decided soldiers
would engage in the familiar Pict style - burdened only with short sharp
weapon and hard lacquered wicker shields, they would be swift in naked
assault to force breeches in Roman formation quicker than the enemy had the
ability to regroup.

Wearing only mostly blue garish war paint and hair cut short and greased
into color painted spikes, the mass of howling naked men in the seeming
disarray would seem like so many wild animals to fright the Romans from the
discipline of their ranks. If the perception was that the opponents of Rome
in combat are so many savage barbarians, then why not exceed the
expectation in horrid terrors? They would practice their nude battle
maneuvers for only 10 days before group migration, not in marching
formations but columns of swift hiking in song and battle chants. Their
beards were cut short and their hair shortened and slicked into random
spikes. Cael and Floin were painted blue by Sarai with intricate designs of
wild beasts and birds of prey. She was able to bargain for a rare small
fine bristled brush which she could use to paint small detail on the
lingums of both men she loved with such fervor.

Sarai assisted the other women servants and other women from nearby
villages in gathering provisions including donations. She would be joining
other women at the end of the parade of advancing men. The gods were
invoked in prayer to bring good fortune to the soldiers every evening. The
day arrived for the start of the advance to the south and the east, and the
soldiers were in high spirits singing and yelping their battle cries. The
assembly of phalanxes made good progress each day. When passing each
village, the enthusiasm of the devilishly painted naked men was
infectious. Young men in the village would grab a sharp weapon or farming
tool, toss aside all their garments and join them. Young maidens would hoot
and laugh at the cheeky painted designs on the bare buttocks of so many
men, they would volunteer more food, animal skins or blanketed weave to
join the other women at the end of the parade to assist the provisioning
and nursing of their tribes' brothers in battle.

In less than a week, the phalanxes joined up and it was only another day
before they arrived for their assault on Colchester. Boudicca was
astonished at how poorly defended it was. The whole garrison town was
routed and set aflame. Almost the entire mass of Roman settlers thereabouts
were killed. Just as her soldiers in command were grouping in preparation
for assaults elsewhere, she learned from scouts that a legion of foot
soldiers was advancing in the west to retake the settlement. Many of the
phalanx marched out from the town to meet them and they were dashed and
dispersed at the warrior woman's command. It was then that the Roman
prelate to govern all the isles was killed by severing his head to be
displayed as trophy. The phalanxes next marched further south and west to
London. The great trade center was equally undefended , routed, and set
ablaze. It was later learned that the leader of the legions, Paulinus
realized that he could not assemble sufficient defenses in time and had
urged the merchants and other settlers to flee to the west.

The next target of the phalanxes was to be the nearby settlement of
Veralamium to the north and west of devastated London. Cael and Floin were
ordered to join a scouting party on horseback to survey in advance for the
presence of legion soldiers who may engage the mass of tribes' men. It was
then that a small party of Roman scouts surprised them and wounded Cael
with a "gladius" on one side near his waist. It was thought that the wound
was not so deep that Cael could survive the injury in travel. A gurney was
hastily crafted and Floin and a provision boy hastened to move Cael across
the landscape to home encampment and be nursed back to good health.

In the ensuing days, they would spend nights at villages who hosted many of
the wounded warriors attended by many of its women. Sarai was alerted to
Cael's predicament and was able to ascertain after 2 days which village
Cael and Floin were bivouacked for the night. The women were all
affectionately devoted to their nursing charge, so much so that they were
eager to administer the suckle to the man horns of the wounded, to affect
the healing powers inherent when a man is prompted to discharge his seed.
Cael's wound was considered not sufficiently healed for him to be
privileged to submit to this technique. The next day they heard that
Veralamium too had been routed, looted and burned. But bad news also came
in learning that the great measure of the Druids had been killed at
Anglesey, their treasures of magical icons, stone carvings, scrolled books
of parchment and papyrus all ransacked and destroyed. The great mass of
legions would soon be on the march to the south and prepared to engage the
defending warriors in their naked rage of hostility, but a little weary
from their previous assaults.

After 10 days, Floin and Sarai finally arrived at their small hut in the
mostly abandoned encampment. They managed to improve a sleeping satchel
with more straw and coverlets for more comfortable convalescence. They were
alarmed that while his condition had not worsened, their much beloved
companion was little improved. Both Floin and Sarai prepared a salve made
from the herbs of their garden to gently anoint his wound.  Then Cael
seemed to improve and even spoke in humor. Floin became bold enough to
suckle the horn of his lover and was encouraged by the depth of the flavor
and healthy quantity in the output of seed that burst from the quivering
opening of a responsive organ.

It was the next day however that Cael turned a chalky color and his
breathing labored, The next day yet his color restored, he ate better, and
he rested comfortably. As darkness flooded the encampment and the nightly
fires were lit, the injured man became weak and complained of poor
vision. Long before sunrise the next day, he breathed his last.

Before the next dusk, other soldiers and nearby towns people assisted to
cremate Cael's remains in a dignified funeral while Floin and Sarai grieved
bitterly for a soldier they knew of tremendous warrior reputation, but
personally to them was all love and sweetness that the gods could conjure
in the human heart.

*****************

In only another day or so, word arrived at the camp that clash of forces
between the opposing parties in south central Britain so much anticipated
did transpire, but that the Celtic phalanxes were defeated and great
quantities captured. The great clash occurred near the village at the base
of the hill of High Cross. This would be near the junction of the future
great roads of Wattling Street and Posse Way. Reports differed that
commanding Boudicca was either slightly wounded but succumbed to her
injuries later all the same, or that she killed herself when realizing all
was lost. There would be no defending large tracts of the isles, now.

The best considered opinion was to surrender all weapons and facilities
when legion forces would arrive to secure the encampment. In almost a
physical desperation, Sarai clung to Floin for fear that the occupying
victors would separate them. But for all his grief and sorrow, Floin
endeavored to make himself useful to the Romans in ways that might offer
him and Sarai a better future than would be the lot for the usual captured
warrior. They at least had garb to cover themselves. It was reported that
the Romans would make their captured prisoners labor at their behest
completely naked, never allowing them any way to clothe themselves since
battle, even to shiver uncovered at night.

The Romans did provide them better privileges and food when Floin
volunteered his services for being able to speak reasonably well in both
Greek and Latin. For tribunes from the east who were Greek speakers, he
translated for the interrogations of tribes' people who were accused of
actively collaborating in the rebellion. Floin was shocked and ashamed to
witness the abuses inflicted on the accused as such. But they let him keep
Sarai and she tried to console her mourning and dispirited master.  She
would open her legs at night and encourage him to couple with her, but he
seldom responded to her urgent entreaties. Others including friendly Romans
would warn them that when Floin ceased to be so useful, Sarai would be
stricken from him. He could be shipped off across the channel to Gaul in
shackles where other surviving soldiers of good form were being pressed
into the "ludus", to be trained to fight as gladiators for the sporting
amusement of those resided almost anywhere in the vast Empire. Because of
skills with languages, reading and writing, numbers and mathematics, he
could be sold to a wealthy family to tutor young children, or consigned to
work in the hellish fires of multiple forges for the remainder of his
days. If it was learned of his student activity in the Druid academy, his
days would be certainly numbered despite his utility.

One night, with the assistance of other laboring servants, they escaped the
supervision of Roman authority and snuck off to the Welch peninsula, their
way lit only by moonlight. They had a forged parchment of passage rights
and this allowed them to escape to a small seaside port where they arranged
for passage on a boat to cross the western sea to the Emerald Isle. They
paid for that passage with services of couplings of the flesh and their own
wits. Nothing more is known of the fate of the legendary Floin and his
exotic Sarai from then on.

*****************

I cannot know how distant a time this account will be encountered by
curious readers and so I write just a few words of how things changed for
Britons under Roman rule. The Romans demanded great tribute from us, and
extended hated bondage, especially from the women. They extracted annually
great quantities of Cornwall tin, fresh sheered wool, dried mutton, salted
fish, harvested wheat and barley, apples. But the central isle was rewarded
with great feats of engineering ~ a network of cleared and paved roads and
some aqueducts to improve irrigation and supply of fresh water. The winters
turned of a much milder disposition and Romans brought green vines, the
fruit of which provides welcome refreshment. The increase of prosperous
commerce was advanced beyond the imagination of Celtic peoples ever
before. The conquerors have protected us from tribes in the north hostile
to both native Britons and Romans alike.  There are travelers who alert us
that the fierce tribes that have moved into the central and northern lands
of the continent would covet the isles for themselves if the Romans were to
ever leave us.

*****************

At night in warmer climes we still tell tales and sing songs of how we
Celts were in our days when we celebrated the great pleasures of exchanges
of mostly naked encounters in the flesh betwixt and between the genders,
and how this was encouraged for its magical qualities by the Druids. In
secrecy and candor, I believe I am the first and perhaps only scribal
penman to set to written account our favorite epic about the legendary
Floin who sought great adventures in these our most pleasurable arts and
entertainments.


I hope you have enjoyed this story set partly in a setting of factual
history.  Comments and critique are always welcome.  -
blondeallover@hotmail.com