Barbarian Slavegirl in Rome (closed)

[Hard_Rom]

101 BC near Vercellae in Cisalpine Gaul, Northern Italy on the Raudine Plain near the junction of the Po and Sesia rivers.

The fog lies heavy on the Raudine Plain in the six hundred and fifty third year after the founding of Rome. Eight legions of the new Roman professional army and their fifteen thousand cavalry assemble in the pre-dawn. As agreed by the leaders of both armies, the fifty thousand legionnaires of the Roman army and their auxiliary cavalry led by the Consul Gaius Marius, the architect of the new Roman army, will today do battle with the over two hundred thousand Cimbri army that has invaded Italy. What the Cimbri army and it's leaders do not realize is that the Romans are already deployed and ready before the sun begins to rise. To preserve the element of surprise, no trumpets announce the assembly or order to march. Waved flags, barely visible through the fog, and torches are all that is needed to get the attack underway. The army, with the cavalry on it's right, marches forward into the fog and halts halfway across the wide plain.

The scent and sounds of an entire people on the move carries across the still plain. Only with the first lighting of the eastern sky does the huge Cimbri army begin to stir. Slowly the tens of thousands of barbarians begin to assemble on their side of the plain, unaware that the Romans have stolen much valuable ground and are fully ready. The massive phalanx of armed men and women, many women fight alongside the men swelling the ranks of infantry and cavalry, which will be thrown in a headlong screaming mass at the enemy, gathers with it's own cavalry on it's left, opposing the Roman cavalry. Hugely out numbered by infantry, the numerical advantage is less in cavalry. Plus the Cimbri cavalry are light skirmishing troops not the heavy armoured cavalry of the Romans using the tactic of the shock charge.

Deeming the time to start the battle is here, Marius raises and drops his arm. A single trumpet sounds through the still thick fog. With the precision that will make the Roman Army famous, the legions begin the final advance. On it's right the cavalry, under the Legate Cornelius Sulla trots forward, advancing in echelon with the army. Within minutes auxiliary light cavalry troops screening the advance return to report contact with the Cimbri cavalry. The Roman cavalry quickens it's pace. Just as the sun breaks the horizon, it goes to the gallop.

 

[Little_Tease]

Edana her name ment "little fire". Her hair was red as a strong fire it also mirrored her strength, her will and soul. She was even as a small child diffecult to handle, she wanted nothing less then show the men that not all Cimbri Women where just some figur that stood next to them in battle, warmed them in bed and bared them strong boys to do the work in battle after them.

Edana was wedded to one of the strongest from their army, the village they lived in thought it was destiny. The strongest of the men should own the strongest of the women not to only hold it out in bed under him, baring his children to also do him proud in the battle field a strong Cimbi needs a strong fearless wife next to him so he knows he has no worries.

It was the night before they went to battle that Edana and her husband Dabarde where laying in their tent. She pinned him down on the bed and straddled him as she smiled down to him "i know your strong and you dont like to show weakness like giving in to your Wife Dabarde ". Leaning down to kiss him roughly but also lovingly, he smirked, he threw her off him and rolled ontop of her pinning her down laughing " do you think Edana that a woman of your likes no matter how strong she might be can over handly come me...". She had to smile and keep from laughing she just leaned up and they had passion lust and love all in one, they knew probly some of the men who did not have a wife yet would probly be outside their tent listening hoping to enjoy them self as well before tomorrows battle.

The morning sun came up. Edana was already standing at a wooden table looking over some maps, he Husband laid there last night after looking over them, looking over them she knew as a woman of one of the Cimbri chieftains she was never to know the full plan of what to come for many reasons. Her name and hair told everyone that looked upon her that she wasnt capable of leavinge it be. She stood there only in a light fur that didnt really cover her, yet still naked beautiful body. Her Husband came up from behind nipping at her neck kissing her "Your not aloud how many times do we have to argue about this ", he turns her around as they were thinking about one last time before leaving the tent to battle have sex again. To raise their blood in heat and get their mind ready for anything that may to come, one of his men runs in his tent.

"oh..Sir sorry but the men await for you" he smiled looking over Edana, most of the men where afriad of Dabarde but also afriad of Edana. So he quickly left the tent as he called out to the men "Today we show those Romans what real Men and their Woman are made of ..." and the hole camp called out .

Edana and her husband got dressed. She always walked a step behind him, she could show her strength in the battle field and in bed but never would she dare put his strength in question infront of the other men .

"are we ready let the Cimbri show those fielthy Romans where they lay tonight to die" he motioned with his arm that they follow as they make their way to the battle field. Edana was eager to fight and show the Roman men that the Cimbri women are strong and not weak like their own at home.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The first indication of Roman activity, the lone trumpet, reaches the ears of the Cimbri, their army just beginning to devolve on to the plain. Many chieftains and there retainers have only just left their tents to join the battle ranks. The fog begins to burn off with the first rays of the sun, as the leading troops of the Cimbri army peer ahead trying to discern movement on the plain in front of them. The Cimbri cavalry gather slowly to move forwards and scout the Roman's position. At the halt and milling about in a mass, the Cimbri cavalry is a sitting target for the Roman heavy cavalry which now seems to appear magically from the fog.

The entire Roman cavalry wing of fifteen thousand, with it's ten thousand heavy horse, slams in to the twenty five thousand light cavalry of the barbarian army. Tightly bunched up and standing still, the Cimbri cavalry is unable to use it's superior speed and manoeuverability. Roman swords hack down their surprised opponents as the heavily armoured troops on their much larger horses push the entire mounted left wing of the Cimbri army back on to the main body of troops. The entire left wing of the Cimbri is already dissolving under the surprise assault. Those on the right of the Cimbri can only hear screams and sounds of battle through the fog. Which while rapidly thinning, still screens the main Roman advance.

Then a gust of a breeze comes up and within a few minutes the fog is gone. The Cimbri no longer have to peer through the fog to try and see their enemy. With the sun in their eyes and reflecting off the Roman arms, some of the more superstitious Cimbri think the sky is on fire. Their enemy, fifty thousand strong, can be seen plainly advancing towards them. Not arrayed on the far side of the plain awaiting battle but steadily marching towards them. So close in fact that the Roman javelin throwers now hurl their weapons. Even as they realize their doom, the javelins slice into the massed frontal ranks. Too late, shields come up to protect from the incoming missiles. Just a mob not even an orderly mass, the javelins do their worst. The front ranks hurrying to form some semblance of a shield wall are cut down.

Instead of a massed body of troops dedicated to victory and half mad with bloodlust, the Cimbri host is quickly turning into a confused and panicky mob. Their king, Boiorix, expecting to stately join the leading ranks rushes from his tent with the first alarms. Calling for horses, the king and his some of his leading chieftains mount up. Boiorix looks over the battle and decides that the pressure on his cavalry and left are the main threat. Cimbri kings do not lead from the rear but fight in the leading ranks or where the danger is the greatest.

Drawing his sword the barbarian king, seeking a new home for his people, driven from their homeland in Northern Europe by the rising sea levels that have flooded the region, calls out, "Cimbri!" and leads his chieftains and mounted warriors on a charge to support his left.

 

[Little_Tease]

The men were following Dabarde, as they heard the screams and the sound of metal on metal. Dabarde motioned for the men to hurry to help their fellow Cimbri's. He looked back where Edana was, making sure she knew what she was suposed to do, she was to wait a few mins and then come up from the side to surprise the Roman.

Edana gave him a look which told him to be safe, no matter what would happen she loved him and would make him proud. Dabarde called out letting the rest know that they where there and ready to battle at their side. Edana waited as the woman heard the screams of their men some getting scared, Edana calls out to them " Crimbi's lets show them what Cimbri women are made of and lets make our men proud of us." She showed the women to the battle field. Able to take out some Romans, she noticed alot of the women getting struck down or they tried to run, even acouple kneelt next to their dead men to keep their dead bodys safe and try to kill all Roman that came near.

Edana was fighting with the sword Dabarde had gotten made extra for her hands. Ussing her knowledge taught from her father, brother and her beloved Husband, her eyes searched for him. Not finding him she called out to him screaming at each Roman that came her way. Her sword was dripping of Roman blood, she couldnt believe her eyes as she saw so many Cimbri's lieing there dead and the Romans glowing as if they had a god holding out with them or they were made of Fire. She wasnt going to let that scare her, not like others this was her chance to prove to her family, her fellow women and the men of the Cimbri army what was in her. She knew to never let herself get caught for she knew to much and you never know what the Romans would do with her. They probly would take her name and use it in shame against her and her family. Only the gods knew what the Romans where to do.

She noticed some fur laying motionless on the ground full of blood and a sword she knew it was Dabarde, her heart stoped for a second as her anger grew with each step she took closer to him, making sure it was him. Seeing her Husband lie dead in the grass made her kneel next to him. Giving him a kiss on his dead lips, she took some of his blood wiping it on her cheek saying "I promise Dabarde i will make you proud of me and if that is the last thing i do" she looked around searching, could she find the fielthy Roman who did this to him.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The battle has lasted not even twenty minutes from the sound of the Roman trumpet to the fall of King Boiorix. His charge did nothing to influence the battle. If anything his early death was in fact the death of the Cimbri as a people. His attempt to rally his left and cavalry is short lived, he is an immediate target and a squadron of Roman heavy cavalry attack ferociously. Boiorix meets his death from a Roman heavy spear that pierces his chain.

Well before then the Roman infantry had struck the disorganized mass of barbarian warriors. With military precision the close order formations of legionnaires hew into the close packed mass of fur clad Cimbri. If anything the numbers of enemy slow down the progress of the legions just by sheer mass. But with it's left falling back and the front disorganized many Cimbri warriors start to think more about their families than the enemy in front. The men in the rear, always the most timid, look nervously to the left. The fall of the king is the signal for those timid men to turn and run. Were they falling back to regroup about the huge wooden carts that are the heart of a people on the move. The old, the young and most of the women watch the battle from atop the massive ox drawn carts. Or were they running. Motives are irrelevant, especially to enemy cavalry who wish for nothing more than broken infantry on the run.

The battle quickly turns to massacre as Roman cavalry ride amongst the barbarian warriors hewing or spearing down countless numbers. Some Cimbri stand to fight but are immediately surrounded and speared or stabbed from many sides. A group of howling and shrieking female barbarians led by a blood covered, screaming red head are a fine example of fighting spirit. But there are too few of them. One by one they are killed. Some stop as they recognize loved ones and are cut down defending the body from Romans who now find the time to begin looting the dead bodies.

A fresh body of horsemen now arrive on the battle field, carrying the standards and pennants of a Roman Legate. Surrounded by his bodyguard, General Sulla reins in to watch the final scene of the battle unfold, the assault on the carts and baggage of the Cimbri. The field is thick with Cimbri dead and dying. The wounded cry out pleading or scream in pain until a wandering Roman silences them forever. Those Cimbri still alive, live, if they throw down their weapons. As well as loot, slaves are now being sought. Here and there over the battle field some Cimbri females captured are being well raped even amidst the dead of their people.

From close to the general's position, the fiery red head that led a band of Cimbri women rises from the ground. Her sword is covered in blood to the hilt. She herself is splattered with blood, none of it her own. Scantily clad in a mix of leather, chain and fur with a look of pure hatred and rage upon her beautiful face. A face she has just painted with the blood of her loved one. Immediately she is ringed by armoured spear carrying horsemen. Twenty spears face her.

General Sulla himself urges his horse forward.

"Surrender or die! You have fought well. There is no more reason to fight or die," he calls out speaking in Latin, to the fiery red head.

"Does anyone speak the barbarian's language?" he asks his entourage.

 

[Little_Tease]

Edana's rage grew, thou when she got surrounded she started to feel pinned. She swung her sword acouple times in a circle to keep the men away. A voice apeared beyond the men who stood around her threating her with their weapons. Clearly she heard him she trned to face him, she took a deep breath tilting her head some not understanding what he had said.

Screaming back at himshe smirked knowing he probly then didnt understand her as well, there were so many men around her she wasnt going t be able to hold them all back much longer. Thinking about ussing her own sword to kill herself, she never wanting to give them the pleasure of killing her.

Edana hears one of her fellow Cimbri women scream for help as she got raped, Edana took a deep breth her blick running from the man on the horse and back over to where the screams where coming from. She screamed Stop, Mercy and kill me.

Edana couldnt help it she had to try and help, looking around she wasnt going to get out of this circle but they werent that far away threwthemen Edana could she Saphrin. She looked at her sword then over the men and back over to Saphrin , she knew there was only one way to help or at least try to help. she started turning in circles and holding out her sword, as she then suddenly lets go of the sword it cuts threw the air and lands next to Saphrin and before she could grab for it her screams came to be silent. Edana didnt hear a scream from her anymore and knew she was released from this world.

Edana now stood there without a sword, but she wasnt going to go with fighting. She looked back over to the man on the horse as she screamed and ran towards him trying to get close enough to maybe pull him off his horse before the other men got to her and hold her down.

 

[Hard_Rom]

General Sulla spurs his horse aside as two men on horseback move their horses to intercept the raving barbarian beauty. Their horses physically collide with her, sending her sprawling to the ground. Immediately the horsemen put their spears at her throat. An exclamation from Sulla has all eyes look to the final scene of the battle.

"By the gods!" General Sulla exclaims, "They're animals."

At the foot of the carts the last defenders, mostly women are cut down and killed or just overwhelmed and dragged away to slavery. Standing a top the huge carts are those women who make up the nobility of the Cimbri. They are in the process of swiftly murdering their own children before committing suicide themselves. Several hundred women are engaged in this gristly act rather than suffer the indignity of rape, exploitation and slavery of themselves or their children. Better to die free than live as a slave of Rome. The Cimbri came here to take the lands of and enslave the Romans not be taken as slaves themselves.

Sulla takes his eyes of the ghastly scene and looks down at the fiery red head. Only the razor sharp spears at her throat stop her from flinging herself at him intent on killing him with her bare hands and teeth.

"Animals!" he says disgustedly.

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He signals to a group of infantry accompanying his staff. The six men quickly move in and hold the girl down.

"There will be a Triumph awarded for this battle. She will look good being led in chains through the streets of Rome. So don't kill her. When the time comes have her placed near the front. But in the mean time, teach her what it is to be a slave in Rome."

General Sulla and his mounted staff ride off. Leaving the Cimbri girl with six legionnaires, four holding her down. They all grin evilly.

 

[Little_Tease]

When Edana ran to attack General Sulla, two other horse men put them self between Edana and him, ussing their horses to block her off. Falling to the ground Edan jumps to run again, gasping as she felt the spears suddenly on her neck. She was sitting on one knee and the other leg up, if she sees one second of their distraction, she would use it to attack once more.

Edana was so angry that she almost growled under her breath, hearing other women scream before they got silent, made her look around at the men that tried to keep her pinned with their spears. Turning back to the General when he started speaking again. She tried to give him a look as if promising him she would kill him and if it was the last thing she would do.

She jumped, trying to fight off the men who suddenly grabed her and was holding her down, she screamed as loud as she could using all her strength she had. Seeing him suddenly ride off with his horse and the other horsemen she took a deep breath. She wasnt afraid, she was angry! The six men, four who was holding her down and two standing before her, gave her a look that gave her a shower over her body. She knew what was to come now, hoping they would make it fast and kill her, like most of the Cimbri women. Even if she knew what fear was she wouldnt give them the pleasure of seeing it in her eyes.

Edana searched with her eyes over the four men, trying to find a weapon she might get her hands on to kill them, so she might have her chance of killing the General of the Roman army.

"If you dare touch me I swear on the name of my dead husband, I Edana Ahearne wife of Dabarde Ahearne, I will cut off your head and feed it to your family!" they probly didnt understand her, but the Gods did.

 

[Little_Tease]

ooc: just noticed it posted two times.....sorry

 

[Hard_Rom]

The six legion soldiers break out laughing.

"What do you think she is saying?" one asks.

"Nothing good, I'll bet," says the large grinning centurion commanding the squad, "Hold her tight and lets have a look at her."

The four legionnaires holding Edana down tighten there grip and spread-eagle her arms and legs. The centurion leers down at her and draws his sword. Kneeling between her legs he begins to cut away her armour, furs and leather clothing items. He cuts at the straps and buckles of her kit tossing aside pieces of iron armour, furs and leather. Grabbing her halter he rips and pulls at it violently before using his sword to cut it from her body, exposing her breasts.

All six of Edana's rapists get a new look in their eyes as her tits are exposed. His sword tip slides up under her short leather kilt with it's chain groin and with one practiced slice the garment is parted. His other hand grabs at the now scrap of leather and tears it away, tossing it to one side. All her jewellery torques, armbands, bracelets, rings, chains and earrings are passed to the lone standing legionnaire, who stows them in a pouch for later distribution amongst them.

Edana is now totally exposed and accessible. The centurion puts his sword at her throat, spits on his fingers and brutally jams two fingers inside her cunt.

"She's got a nice tight cunt, boys."

 

[Little_Tease]

Hearing them speak, she wondered what they were planning. She couldnt help but want to spit towards the one who was pretty large and probly in command. He came closer with his sword starting to undress her, by cutting everything off that didnt tear apart under his strong hand.


Edana struggled, thou as she felt the cool air of that dreadful day brush teasingly over her now naked breats,she gasped and stoped for a second, looking down seeing his sword now at her skirt. If he cuts her skirt away she would be then naked before them, they could see everything. She then decided once again she had to get free and away from them. Her finger tips searched for a way that they could get close enough, so that they might be able to get a knife that one of them still had stuck in his armer/belt.

Her eyes never left the one who was in charge, as he then came close she tried to pull herself away from him. Feeling his cold sword blade at her throat, she swallowed and took a deep breath. The swordlaying like this was to dangerous to try and escape,seeing him spit on his fingers her eyes widen shaking her head telling him no.

"AHHHhh......" Edana screamed as her struggle picked up at that second, her hips raising and droping, while her body tried to free it self.

It was rough, his fingers pretty big, thou what mostly hurt her was that she had never had a other man other than Dabarde. A tear rolled down her cheek, feeling the cool breeze make the little drop of weakniss on her cheek get colder, she preesed her face to her arm to hide it from the Six men. Threw the hole struggling, now more then before, her breasts where bouncing around. They werent done with her yet and probly not for a long while, thou she already felt dirty and ashamed. She would never be able to show her face in Cimbri again, she thought not after being a whore for the Romans. Today was the worst nightmare for Edana.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The Roman centurion in his polished bronze armour watches as the female barbarian captive thrashes and screams, as he violates her with his fingers. The sight of her breasts heaving about really gets him going. Removing his fingers abruptly, the centurion stands. He sheathes his sword and removes his sword belt, laying it down out of reach. Not wanting to get the plume on his helmet dirty, he looks around. Seeing Edana's sword sticking out of the ground, he retrieves it. Again out of reach, he jabs it in the soil and hangs his helmet from it. Satisfied the precious plume is kept clean, he turns back to the weeping struggling girl.

Kneeling between Edana's knees, he lifts his undoes his codpiece and lifts his armour, revealing a long, thick hard cock with a prominent head.

"Hold her tight, boys," he orders, "This might be a wild ride."

He spits on his hand and rubs it over the head of his cock. Leaning over the helpless Edana, he takes his cock in one hand and attempts to put it in. With her movements even tightly held, she holds him off for a moment. But only for a moment. At an opportune moment he thrust forwards hard, driving his cock deep into Edana's cunt.

 

[Little_Tease]

Edana kept trying to get ahold of a knife or something that was sharp enough to harm them. As he stood and walked away Edanas eyes followed him, wondering what he was doing. Seeing him take her sword she growled some, she couldnt believe why he had gotten her sword, it only made her even more angry with him.

Seeing him kneel between her legs and raise his armer she whimpered some now even more fighting to try and stop him. Edana could hold him off for a few moments but then it happened he drove into her hard, she screamed "Noooooo...Stop!"

She closed her eyes as if wishing this was all a bad dream and she would wake now, next to Dabarde. This was a nightmare but not one she was having in her sleep, her body tried to fight him off, anything she tried didnt help and some made it even worse. Seeing one of the men who had her left leg get distracted in watching what was happening between her legs, she could suddenly free her leg. She kicked strongly at the man between her legs, knocking him off her. This surprised the other men so that she could get free, she scrambled to get on her knees and then up as she went to run.

She took off searching for a weapon, thou before she could find anything she heard him scream somthing, probly that they should catch her. She didnt have much time now.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The centurion grimaces in pain, Edana's kick landed very low on his groin, he slaps and shoves the man who let her slip from their grasp.

"Stupid bastard!" he yells, "Don't just stand there! Get her!"

His five men immediately move to recapture Edana. The battlefield is crawling with Roman soldiers, looting the dead and killing any wounded Cimbri they come across. A naked flame haired beauty fleeing her rapists generates laughter and crude remarks. Wherever the girl turns, a group of Roman soldiers menace her with recapture forcing her to turn to avoid them. Five of her original captors pursue her. Laden down with armour, the lithe naked girl is able to out run them. Unfortunately for her, she really has no where to go.

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Gaius Valerius Marcellus trots across the battlefield on his heavy horse. In the front rank of the Roman cavalry charge which broke the Cimbri left wing, his right arm and sword are covered in blood. Sweating in the rising sun, blood covered and sacks of plunder and loot hanging from his horse, he is riding back across the battlefield claiming the plunder from men he personally dispatched. He comes looking for a fur clad chieftain, hung with gold, who he speared in the throat.

Valerius recalls the red haired beauty. She was leading a group of female warriors as he swept by, near where he killed the young chieftain. The girl is being herded and chased in an ever deceasing circle of scavenging Romans. Spurring his horse forward, he catches up with the girl. She is looking over her left shoulder at her pursuers when his horse collides with her from her right. Edana glances of his horses shoulder and is sent sprawling to the ground.

Reining in, he looks down at the fallen girl.

 

[Little_Tease]

She couldnt help but notice, this wasnt all well thought threw. Edana was tryying to run, thou on the battle field so many Romans still lingered and were searching for goods. She tried sneaking past some thou theyall saw her, being naked and having fire red hair didnt help trying to hide.

She had to take off quickly again as a other group tried to help them get her as well. Running as fast as she could she didnt notice a horse riding next to her to stop her. Hitting the horse made ehr land once again on the ground, this time thou she hit the ground naked and that hurt abit more.

"Ahhh...."she screamed, hitting her head some she laid their a few seconds. She got knocked out for a few seconds, coming slowly back to herself she looked at the horse man. Holding her head some she tried to get up, but before she could their they were again.

"Nooooo.... dont touch me" screaming out to them her eyes searched the ground for a weapon, while she was scooting backwards away from them.

 

[Hard_Rom]

You have to admire her fighting spirit, Valerius thinks. Personal heroism and glory is the paramount ethos of the Roman equites class, which supplies the cavalry of the legions. You have to admire how she looks too, he thinks as her, out of breath, legionnaire pursuers catch up and fan out to cut off any escape route. Valerius looks on with interest as the naked Cimbri woman screams at them. He can see her looking about for a weapon of some sort. The lumbering centurion arrives holding his groin.

"Thank you, sire. The slut doesn't know she and her people have been conquered. But we'll teach her," he says looking up at the Roman noble. "Put her on her back. And this fucking time hold her down or I'll have you on graveyard picket duty by tonight," he orders his men. "You're going to pay for that you barbarian slut!"

As the ring of legionnaires close in on Edana, Valerius calls out, "Hold Centurion."

The ring of men stop their advance on the naked girl. Valerius dismounts from his horse and enters the ring of men. He looks the beautiful girl up and down. Even under the blood and dirt you can see she is stunningly beautiful. Her fair skin, showing the flush of exertion, numerous scratches and abrasions, is otherwise flawless. Her flame red hair seems fitting for such a girl. Nice tits and ass, Valerius thinks. She has the muscular thighs of a horseperson. He likes that. Without stirrups, a horseperson relied on primarily leg strength to hold on. Valerius' own legs are knotted with muscle and resemble stout oak trunks.

Valerius draws his sword. He tosses it on the ground at her feet. The legionnaires all immediately draw ther swords.

Speaking in a heavily accented Teutone dialect very similar to her tribe's speech, "Pick it up! Pick it up and die! Your death will be fast like falling star. You will be with the gods." "Your army is dead. Your people are dead. Those who live are driven like the leaves before the wind that is Rome. You have no where to go."

"Surrender to me and these men will not touch you. I will protect you."

"Choose!"

 

[Little_Tease]

Edana couldnt fight back to tears any longer, as she seen the men circle around her now. She knew this was it, this time his men wouldnt make a mistake of leetting looser or anything else.

Edana took a deep breath, she wanted to fight back once more. Show them she wasnt going without a fight. She opened her eyes again, seeing the men get closer she just wanted to start screaming again and get ready to fight acouple men back. Then all of a sudden they stoped and a voice was there she didnt understand what he said but they stoped.

The horse man stepped between two men so she could see him, he wasnt that bad looking for a roman at least she thought. He threw down his sword, she couldnt believe it how stupid was this man, now she had a real chance, before they would get her again she would be able to kill acouple of those bastards. She crawled over to the sword and wanted to pick it up as she heard a voice she understood.

Shocked she looked up to the horse man, he spoke Crimbi. She was confused now she looked around herself again, all the swords didnt scare her as much as that one man did. How did he learn to speak, was he a Crimbi before and ran over to the Romans? she asked herself. He gave her a choice of what to do, she didnt want to die just yet. She hadnt found the man who killed Dabarde, to go back to the 6 men she didnt either. Thou she sat there naked she as proud of her body, even if it was the reason why she was still alive probly.

She pulled her hand back away from the sword as she looked up to the horse man "I understand you how is this....you dirty Romans have never understood us Crimbi's?" she asked as she slowly as well stood up. Thinking of what he said, she thought to herself one is better then six or now maybe more.

"You promise to protect me, HE *pointing to one that had already touched her* wont touch me either?!" she didnt move, not sure if that might take her chance away .

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Centurion! I am taking this one under my protection," Valerius informs the senior legionnaire.

Still smarting from the low kick, the centurion replies, "I'm sorry, sir. Legate Sulla has commanded that this one be at the front of the Triumph and to be taught what it means to be a slave."

"I will see to her being very near the front of the Triumph," Valerius counters, "And I do hope, Senior Centurion, that you are not suggesting I am incapable of training a slavegirl."

"Of course not, sir," says the centurion coming to attention. "It's just..." he hesitates, looking at Edana with a loathing expression. The look on his face says everything about what is in store for the naked girl.

Reaching in his pouch, Valerius draws out two heavy gold torques, he took of a dead Cimbri and tosses them to the centurion. Whose expression quickly changes. Loot before rape is the soldier's motto. There are always cheap whores following armies.

"Thank you sir," the now smiling centurion says, "If that is all, sir?"

"One thing first. I don't intend on having her try a runner on me." Valerius replies. Going to his horse, he retrieves several lengths of rope and a piece of cloth and tosses them to a legionnaire. "Tie her hands and feet. Blindfold her too. It might quieten her down."

"With pleasure, sir!" the centurion replies. Turning to his men, he says, "You two swords out. You four tie her up good and tight like the officer said."

Valerius neglects to inform Edana of the conclusion of the deal. When four of the legionnaires put away their swords and jump her, she must be thinking the worst. Valerius collects his sword as the four men struggle to bind and blindfold her.

 

[Little_Tease]

Seeing four men put away there swords, she sighed some taking a deep breath. She was almost happy that this horse man came around. Seeing the men now getting closer, her breathing started to get quicker again. Edana's eyes shot to the horse man, after they grabed her and pulled her to the floor she started screaming and fighting back

"You lied....."She tried everything again to get free, she was naked, slowly getting scared of what is to come of her and angry. He told her that she was safe from those men, why tell her that if he wasnt going to protect her she thought. after they blindfolded and binded her, she only struggled slightly every now and then.

Edana was scared, she would bever let this word leave her lushes lips but she was scared now not able to see what or who and why or when.

"you lied...you said you'd protect me from them" she said quitly fighting back tears and hoping it wasnt in her voice to hear. Not able to see, she asnt able to relly fight back. She only struggled now when she was touched.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The centurion and his squad have a last look at Edana's naked trussed up body. The blindfold really adds that extra touch. Every man there feels a hardening in his loins. Valerius included, who is saluted by the centurion before the men march of to rejoin General Sulla. Looking down at her quietly, Valerius watches as Edana almost quivers in fright. You can tell the fight, for now, has gone out of her. He gives her a nudge with his foot. She momentarily struggles away from his foot but then curls up on her self and lays still.

Remembering the soldier's motto, Valerius moves off and begins to search out the bodies of the men he rode down. One of them, a young chieftain who died with Valerius' spear in his throat, yields up a fine coat of mail, a set of worked bronze greaves and a good assortment of gold items. He strips the body of it's armour and bundles it in a large blanket from his horse. A thick torque, a couple of arm bands and a ring of heavy gold go into his pouch. The ring causes him trouble so he uses his sword to cut off the finger. Before leaving the stripped and mutilated body in search of more loot, he collects the dead man's sword. He sticks it in the ground near another similar sword. They will be collect and either melted down into new swords for Roman soldiers or cast as plowshares. What ever Rome requires.

He locates three other corpses of his making that yield plunder. Gold is all he strips from them. The one other corpse
of his making, that was hung with gold, is now or the head at least being presented to Consul Marius by General Sulla. That of the body of King Boiorix. Assailed on all sides the king was meat for Valerius' spear. The loss of the spolia militaria from an enemy king is inconsequential compared to the honour of riding very near the front of the Triumph. Not having killed the king in single combat the spoils are not completely his anyways.

It's half an hour before he gets back to his horse and the girl. Lashing the blanket covered bundle to his horse, he takes time to drink some wine from a skin hanging behind his saddle. Delving into a saddle bag he brings out some cheese and a chunk of bread. Eating his quick repast, Valerius looks over the battlefield. Ravens are already gathering to pull and peck at the open wounds of dead men and women. Two ravens pull and tug at the grisly neck wound of the dead young chieftain.

Finishing up his meal, he walks over to the girl. Slipping a loose noose of rope over head first, he unties her legs and removes her blindfold. Valerius hauls Edana to her feet.

 

[Little_Tease]

It got quiet around Edana, she shivered scared to left like this for animals or the other menthat might come back but she didnt have any strength to fight and struggle to free herself. Not able to see nything didnt help the matter at all.

Edana laid there and almost fell asleep, she hears someone get closer. She tried to breath calmly so she could listen to maybe whom it was. Was it him ? She asked herself or was it someone els maybe even somthing else.

Hearing then some got to the horse she knew it was him, she didnt think the others where so stupid to go to his horse. She listened to him drinking somthing and eating somthing. He had taken her eyes therefore her ears heard even more, her nose smellt more and her body could feel more.

She heard the ravens flying and searching for the best body to feed off, she kept moving ever so slightly so the ravens wouldnt think she was also a meal to have. Feeling him put somthing around her neck she knew it was a rope. He then took off herblindfold she needed a few seconds to able to see again, he also freed her legs. She was probly going to have to walk, hoping not to far since she was naked.

She couldnt help but look over him again and again, wondering if she had seen him before. Thinking how well he did speak her language, what was he going to do with her , where was he going with her. She couldnt stop thinking of very bad things and some not so bad things. All in one as of this moment she wasnt going to be the same Edana as this morning in the arms of her beloved Dabarde.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Valerius gives the girl a minute to recover. Normally a slave looking so directly at a free person would earn them a cuffing, if nothing else. But he likes her eyes. You can almost hear the thoughts going through her pretty head. Poor thing, he thinks, going from fierce warrior to captured and abused slave in one early morning.

"Fate is wholly inexorable," he says in Latin before translating it into the barbarian tongue for the benefit of the puzzled girl.

He ties the girl's rope leash to his saddle pommel and swings into the saddle. The leash is long enough for the girl to walk behind his horse as he, at a slow walk for the benefit of his tired warhorse, begins the four mile walk across the plain to the Roman camp and his own tent. The first half-mile is strewn with dead. Almost exclusively Cimbri. There are over a hundred dead Cimbri, he thinks, for every dead Roman. It will be years before of the bones of the dead, evidence of the slaughter, will no longer be visible as bleached reminders. Roman camp follower are arriving on the battle field to methodically strip the dead of anything remotely of value. An iron cloak broach and eating knife, not worthy of making it into a soldier's purse are of great value to a peasant or even a slave. By the time the followers have finished, the dead will be stripped naked. Enemy swords will be piled high in carts after this battle, destined to be melted down for Rome's use.

After an hour Valerius reaches back behind him to grab his wineskin. Looking back he looks at the girl. With her hands tied behind her it make her tits stick out, he notices. Taking a good drink from the skin, he gives his horse a slight urge with his heels wanting just to see her tits bounce more. The horse chances gait to a trot, any slack in the girl's leash being quickly taken up.

 

[Little_Tease]

Edana walked behind the horse her head hung lower as her eyes watched her feet take steps one after the other. Tears started to make them see able in her eyes as she saw her people dead on the battle fields, she even saw some of the Roman throw some female bodys away after having used them for all their pleasure. That made Edana also wonder if he was going to do that to her as well when he is done with whatever he wanted from her.

She couldnt help but think of a song that her mother always sang to her when she was scared as a child to calm her, she so wished she could hear her mothers voice one more time singing this song would be best at the moment maybe she wouldnt be so scared anymore. She always had showed her strong side never wanting to show that she also had weaknesses, the only other person then her mother that had seen her weakness was her beloved husband Dabarde and now both where gone.

She didnt want to die before she found the man who killed her husband, she wanted to kill him and then she had no problem od dieing afterwards but not now she thought thou sometimes thoughts came to mind what if this all gets worse. She thought about it all and wondered if she should just let herself fall and let the horse strangle her take her last breath with the rope around her neck. If she did that she would never have revenge on the death of her Husband and her people.

She then got pulled by the rope some looking up she notced him looking back at her as he commands the horse to go a bit fast she had to follow as she also picked up trying to hold her balance as she went on to folllow. She was getting weaker all the stress and fear took so much energy from her she wasnt sure how much longer she was going to be able to go before she had to rest or die.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Valerius looks back often over the next half-mile. Sure enough, the fast trot the girl has to maintain has her tits bouncing all over the place. He's half hard under his armour thinking of his new bed warmer. With any luck General Sulla or the Consul Marius will gift her to him, for his service this day. Her red hair streams behind her as she jogs behind his horse. Streaks of newly shed tears make clean stripes through the blood and dirt. She is obviously tiring.

It's a lovely summer's day, he thinks as he drinks from his wineskin. Definitely a good day to be Roman. With last years slaughter of the Ambrones and this slaughter of their allies, the Cimbri, the last of the barbarian triple alliance, the Teutons, would be fools to invade Italy. At the cost of two thirds of their collective people dead or enslaved, hopefully the barbarians have learnt what becomes of the enemies of Rome. Their is already talk of finally subjugating the whole of Gaul and fencing in those barbarians east of the Rhine with a string of forts on the western bank. No more will foreign invaders sully Roman soil with their barbaric hordes.

A stream cuts across this part of the plain, on it's way to join the River Po. Above the Roman camp and now far from the battlefield, the stream runs clear of any army effluent or barbarian blood. There is a bit of an embankment to negotiate getting down to the stream. His horse nimbly makes it down and stops by the stream edge. Valerius allows his horse a drink and a rest by dismounting.

 

[Little_Tease]

She tried to keep up but it was getting harder by the hour. her legs getting weak as she even thinks about calling out to him to please stop. Noticing then that he stops she was happy and wondered if Roman could read minds maybe thats why they won the battle. If someone knew how the battle was going to run they could have changed it to run like they wanted knowing exactly what the enemy would do.

she took a deep breath seeing even get off hsi horse she feel to her knees, her chin rested against her chest as she tries to catch her breath. hearing water she licked her lips, the sound made her even want to drink somthing from the long walk she had already behind her knowing that it was probly going to take a while till they get back to where ever he is taking her.

Glancing up once to look at the horse drinking water, not saying anything she wipes her cheeks against her shoulder to wipe the tears away and takes another deep breath.

asking softly she says "How much farther?!" she wasnt sure she would be able to walk like this much farther, the sun was warming her skin and since she wasnt wearing anything she was afraid it might even burn her skin off. Kneeling there she could feel his eyes on her.