CAMP ON THE RHINE

BY PETRONIUS

[ part 1 ]

The Roman camp was the largest I had ever seen. Caesar had intended it to impress the German tribes and for all purposes it certainly did that. I had arrived to take up my first duty post as a junior legate, a would-be assistant to the great man himself. It was surely a post that would only create great opportunities back in Rome. The expedition had been fortunate and the gods had smiled on the endeavor. Our armies had crossed the Rhine and were now prepared to march into Germania itself. The camp was full of captives. Beaten warriors and their whole families were being prepared for the long march back to Rome. I passed many of these forlorn creatures as I made my way to my barracks tent.

Sextus, my guide and co-legate took me aside to clue me in to the inner workings of the camp's life. "You won't see an awful lot of spit and polish here, young legate. We live pretty rough...not like you soft puppies up in Rome!"

I was prepared for this ritual...I had been on several campaigns to Gaul and Knew the ropes. " Sorry old chum...been there and done that....twice!!!" He laughed and slapped me on the back. He knew already that I had tested my mettle and was a decent addition to their ranks.

He pulled me aside before we entered the tent. " Ummm, just so you know...we have all been just given our allotment of booty, mostly slaves and some of the men are testing them out inside. Too bad you missed out but some of the lads might be willing to share." I could hear smacking sounds, whimpering and sharp squeals from inside the leather covering. " Just so you know" Sextus said warily. " None of this ever gets back to Rome, you enderstand?" I nodded.

As night was falling the oil lamps, many of them had been lit. There were piles of swords and armour all neatly stacked about the inside. The glowed in the warm light of the lamps. Cots and pallets had been set up a;ong the sides and in the center was a low table where normally our meals were to be taken.

Straddled across it were fifteen beautiful little backsides high in the air. They were all young girls, German slaves no doubt, none above the age of thirteen. One could easily tell because their nether parts were fully exposed. Their hairless lips and puckered buttholes shone clearly in the light of the lamps. Their hands were all lashed behind their backs and their feet though touching the floor were bound securely together. Each of them were writhing about but making no sounds except little muffled grunts and whimpers. Their mouths had been covered with gags of leather and bound tightly by thongs to the back of their heads. Their long golden hair falling about their shoulders and backs. Another female slave, perhaps fifteen was passing down the line of their tight upturned cheeks massaging them with oil. One by one they would shiver as she applied the oil and then start kneading it into the taught flesh and warm crevices. Every now and then she would slip a finger inbetween the round cheeks and work it into the girls tight anus. The girl would stiffen and thrash for a second against the leather binding and then lie still realizing that the struggle only increased the discomfort.

"That one... the one probing the girls is my slave.." Sexutus said with obvious pride. " Her name is Annia.. she does her job with relish, just watch!". I was watching and my penis was swelling considerably. I tried to shift it underneath my tunic until I noticed most of the men surrounding the girls had their own out and were oiling them generously with a little bottle that was being passed around.

One of the girls, a tiny readhead was squealing through her gag as Annia probed her tender hole. She bucked her hips up and down trying to avoid the thrusting finger. Annia became more determined and flopped inbetween the girl and her fellow slaves, circling her arm underneath the thrashing girl's waist and held up two oily fingers for her master, Sextus, to see. He nodded and laughed.

One finger gently traced the small dark opening, teasing and prodding slightly. Annia played with the tiny hole for a minute before easing it in up to the first knuckle. The girl jolted nad threw her weight forward. Annia responded by following her movement and plunging the entire finger into the brown openeing. The girl arched her back trying to remove the finger but Annia simply placed the other finger next to it and worked it slowly inside. The red-haired girl went stiff and her buttocks clenched , her pale skin glistening with sweat. There were sobs escaping her gag as the two fingers massaged her hole into one large enough to accomodate them both.

The other girls were straining wide-eyed to see what was happening. Some whimpered and tried to rise but their bonds would not allow them. The soldiers, growing tired of the show had started moving towards them. One tenderly removed the gag of a shaking blonde, maybe nine years old and before she could cry out thrust his penis into her open mouth. She tried to bite. The soldier grbbed a fistfull of hair and pulled until she released her grip and then he punged again this time burying his cock inside. Sge gagged and thrashed but he kept thrusting. Another had placed himself behind her and was pulling her boud hads towards him. His penis sliced through the warm buttocks finding the tight opening inside. She moved forward only to find the cock in her thoat going deeper.

Sextus leaned over towards me . " You see, they are no good on the slave block if they are not virgins...well, vaginal virgins. So this is how we take them." He moved over to anothe small blonde placing his penis against her quivering anus and slowly worked it's oily head in.... " Yep....one at a time!" He was lsot in the reverie and slowly slid the entire length into her ass.

The other soldiers were all fucking the little girls. There were moans and cries coming from all over the room. Two soldiers were swapping their cocks into a plump brunettes ass as she thrashed nearly pinned inderneath the long table. Another was standing over another girl with his belt pelting her backside, the livid welts rising on her pale skin.

Annia was busy working her fingers into a little blonde's butthole. She was pretty and her blue eys were half closed. Annia's fingers were glowing with oil as they thrust deeper and deeper into the tight opening. The girl had stopped crying out and was now moaning softly. Annia looked up at me with dark, searching eyes and called " Want this one? She looks ready for the likes of you!".

She was saring at my erection and licking her lips. She removed her hand slowly, the girl's quvering opening lay before me. Her pale buttocks damp with sweat rose slightly towards me, giggling gently, her bound fingers flexed and I saw one finger crrok and beckon me onwards. I was going to love this campaign. I was going to love Germany.