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Codes: violence, snuff, MF, MM, Mb, Mf, Mg
Date: 75 AD (Campaign into Germania Superior)

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 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 the teams was back to the usual twenty five. Luckily there was never a shortage of young, strong and adventurous men to boost (if even temporary) our numbers.
Even our last trip in the hills of Tuscania, the raid on a fortified mansion from a merchant had costs us five men. Six even if you count the crippled for life now Saunio. 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 was not an option.
However, our intelligence had not been complete and when we paid him a visit one night, 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 it had cost us 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 then 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, maybe 13 or 14 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 came herself as well. Her load moans and renewed bouncing (but now from enjoyment) did have 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 time.
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 against 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. 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, but somehow she enjoyed (otherwise why would she moan with obvious 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 he slowly but surely bleeds to death.
Turning my attention back to the merchant, I 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 son, so did his resistance leave his own. Even his short thick cock lost its firmness, despite the continued fucking 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 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 one 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 the 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 traveling 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 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. While we both agreed that Saunio would be alright. His leg had healed fine, and the scar tissue that developed on the places were his balls and half of his cock had been, did not seem to hamper his ability to 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 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 anymore, 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 skillful 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 asscheeks 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 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 placed 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 rumors 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), 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 ingrained behavior 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 him.
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 body was already over-sensitive from the flogging and even more so 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.


t.b.c

On our second campaign, Esdras gets caught and, during the rescue mission, killed.
The village gets destroyed and all inhabitants as well.
The structure of the unit is rearranged to compensate for the losses.


/* Obviously, this story still needs some work... :-) */
rce 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 two 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.


t.b.c

On our second campaign, Esdras gets caught and, during the rescue mission, killed.
The village gets destroyed and all inhabitants as well.
The structure of the unit is rearranged to compensate for the losses.


/* Obviously, this story still needs some work... :-) */
 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 the barbarians 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 tits.
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 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 anymore.
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 mnouth 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 as 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 fucking his sister really good. And even while (as he admitted with some shame) that 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 unsheated 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 and he made his way outside to escape.

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 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 tried to fight and escape, but the Adiutrix made good measure of those. Over five thousand barbarians were captured alive and send as slaves to Rome!
Only the main chief of the barbarians was able to keep his position by swearing allegiance to Emperor Vespasianus. As an additional safeguard, his eldest daughter would be married to one (held hostage by...) of the Roman nobles. The girl, Selfarina, had just turned eighteen and had been destined to be wed to one of the local chiefs. However, he was one of the fools who had tried to take on the Adiutrix just about singlehandedly while trying to escape. He lost and once Selfarina stopped cried over his dead and mutilated corpse, she even seemed almost happy to leave this region behind and start a new life far away from the place that would always remember her about her killed lover.

Anyway, once battle and its aftermath had finished, I took some time to take proper care of the boy that killed Esdras. He got 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 ass until he passed out. Only then his scrotum was cut open and his balls and their cords were removed. After the now empty hairless pouch had been cleaned with vinegar to prevent festering, it was sewn close again.
His surprise in the morning, when he found himself awake with a painful ass and crotch, was just as large as his shame in the evening before, when he realized that being fucked in his ass hard, by a mature Roman man like myself, made him squirt his own seed several times. At least he now did not have to worry about squirting his seed anymore...

The boy and his sister got eventually sold as slaves to an innkeeper near Andesina. Later I found out that the innkeeper paid for two slaves, but got three... as after eight moons the girl gave birth to (most likely) Esdras son.
The rest of the captives got sold on the regional slavemarkets as well. Especially in border regions like these, slaves are in high demand. Villas to be reinforced, roads to be laid, an empire 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:

Smaller units, with the members working closer together. As a guideline we settled on ten men.
If a unit has to split up, 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 Cobras and 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 pretty Selfarina and her entourage to her destination. But that is another story.
