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Codes: violence, snuff, MF, MM
Date: During the Siege of Jerusalem (70 AD)

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Finally we arrived at the outskirts of Jerusalem.
The Legion that Esdras and I were assigned to was the Fifth, also known as the Macedonian Legion.
And at that time it was stationed to the north of the city.
During the next weeks we settled into the routine that was to become the bulk of my life for the next 30 years.
Wake up, role call, breakfast & clean up (yourself and the tents or barracks) and then the daily activities started.
Usually then involved guard duty, running patrols, fixing things in or expanding of the base camp.
And then of course, exercise, exercise and more exercise...
Luckily the gladiator trainings at Xandros did pay off and I did not make a complete fool of myself.
The new part was the group tactics. As a gladiator you will usually fight by yourself.
As a standard legionnaire you will fight usually as part of the group. So, next to the individual exercises with the gladius and pilum, specific attention was paid to group tactics. How to move from one formation to the next, how to defend against a numeric superior enemy, etc. etc.
But books and treaties have been written by the dozen about this already, so this can all be read elsewhere.

One afternoon, after a particularly strenuous exercise where we almost broke our backs trying to reload an onager as fast as we could, Esdras, Warcus and I found ourselves rinsing of the dirt and sweat in one of the bathing pools.
Warcus was assigned to the same cohort as us. Since he arrived much earlier then we did, he had been something of a guide during these first weeks. How and where to get wine... Warcus knew. Which pools where for drinking and which for bathing... Warcus knew.
And Warcus being a full head larger then either Esdras or me, he was not easily overlooked.
But what he won in height, he lost in length. And then specifically the length between his legs. He looked just like one of those Greek statues. A wonderful, strong, near perfect physique, but then spoiled by a cock that is simply too small.
Of course, cocks come in all sizes and shapes, but sometimes the Gods play mean tricks by handing out a truly disproportionate one to a man.
Where Esdras' cock might be called too wide, given his short and stocky build, Warcus' cock was simply too short because it only measured the size of an average thumb. Luckily his short curly pubic hair (almost the same as the hair on his head) did not do much to hide it.
It appeared that the shortness of this hair was not natural. When I scraped the sweat and dead skin from him, he suggested that I (and Esdras as well) should cut our pubic hair even shorter then it already was. It would help to protect against the lice, ticks and other vermin that lived plenty in this area. If we wanted, it could be done even now. He had the tools with him.
After we finished cleaning we let ourselves dry by the still hot sun and the dry desert wind.
Warcus started with grooming himself first, to show how it was done. His tools consisted of a small and sharp knife and some tweezers. A group of longer pubic hairs was pulled tight and cut off by the knife as close to the skin as possible. This left the area around his cock with just a stubble. Any leftover hairs were pulled out with the other tool. On later occasions I noticed that the tweezers were also used to remove any lice or ticks that had already dug into the skin.
When finished Warcus looked up and questioned us about who wanted to go first. I volunteered and expected that he would give the tools to me and let me take care of the hair on my cock and balls by myself. But Warcus surprised me when he crawled between my legs and indicated to open them further to provide better access. Minutes later all of my pubic hair was reduced to a short stubble. During that treatment, Warcus did spend enough time moving my cock back and forth to make it semi erect from the stimulation. It had been several days ago when Esdras had drained my balls (as I had done with his) by sucking my cock. But the days afterward had not seen many opportunities.
As we all know, it is allowed for legionnaires to ease each others tension in ways like these. But discussions about this (as there have been for countless years) will likely last as long as the Empire exists.
Not that is mattered all that much to my cock. It got interested in the treatment it got and grew somewhat. Warcus did not seem to notice or choose not to pay attention to it. Ignoring the same effect when he treated Esdras proofed to be impossible.
Esdras' cock got immediately hard as a rock and thick as usual. Seeing Warcus handle my tool already excited him and once he was being released of his pubic hairs, the stimulation became to much.
Warcus tried to push the erect shaft to the side, but it kept on bouncing back.
When he suggested to Esdras that he needed to take care of that first, Esdras suggested in return that Warcus could do that if he would not mind. After a small hesitation and a short look into my direction, Warcus shrugged his massive shoulder and took Esdras' stiff cock in his hand. The other cupped the half shaved sack and methodically he started to masturbate Esdras.
Since the guy from Mediolanum had been without release for the same amount of days as me, he pretty soon started to respond to Warcus' actions. He moaned and pushed his hips in unison with the up and down movement. Warcus squeezed his fingers together as he moved upwards, so with each stroke more and more blood was pushed to the top and Esdras' mushroom shaped cock head became a darkish shade of purple.
Suddenly Warcus released the scrotum from Esdras and he now used both hands to jerk him off.
Soon enough it became clear why he did, because Esdras's balls had retreated almost fully in his body. A telltale sign that he was about to squirt a load through his wide and now tightly gripped cock.
Two more strokes and Warcus opened his mouth to catch that load of sperm as he felt it course through the cock that he released a little so the sperm shot out at full force. Esdras pumped his hips upward a few more times and each time he shot let go another squirt.
Warcus swallowed it all and took another look at me. It seemed as if he expected that he had to take care of me now.
I shook my head and decided I could wait till later that night. Knowing Esdras I knew he would be ready for more by then.
Warcus himself had not become aroused during his activities with Esdras, and since he did not make any moves to get me or Esdras to do anything with him, we left it as that. The only thing that remained was to wait while Esdras' cock softened again. Once that happened, Warcus finished removing the last hairs from the areas around the now flaccid tool.

Later that night Esdras indeed came to me. At first we discussed the other activities of the day. After all, we had been told that the next night the legions would finally attack Jerusalem. The city was now almost collapsing by itself due to the prolonged famine and sickness of the inhabitants, so not much resistance was expected. Our Macedonian Legion would be part of the second wave of attacks. As usual the first wave, that took most of the casualties, was performed by mercenary and auxiliary troops. No need in spilling too much of our own Roman blood if it could be avoided at a small cost.
As our anticipation to the fight of the next night rose, so did our expectations of the spoils. When discussing the best ways of raping those Jewish women some other things rose as well and soon we were jacking each other off. This time I spoiled my load first as Esdras' tight fist pumped up and down my shaft. Because he already came earlier in the afternoon, he was able to resist my stimulation longer. But after another dozen of strokes (and an index finger that strategically slipped between his ass cheeks and penetrated his rectum) he had to surrender and panting with lust he shot his seed through my fingers that squeezed the big spongy mushroom on top of his cock.
As he caught his breath again, he took my hand and sucked my fingers clean.
Usually that should have been enough, but due to the impending battle we were both still aroused. As Esdras licked the last drops of his seed from my fingers, I saw his cock get hard again and seeing that wide phallus growing again, my own shaft responded it the same way. Initially I wanted us to pleasure each other with our mouths as we had done on numerous occasions before, but Esdras had other plans. My finger in his rectum had also opened up additional desires. He stopped sucking my hand and positioned himself on all fours. As he looked over his shoulder backwards to me, he urged me to mount him from the rear and fuck his ass. My eyes feasted on his muscular body and followed the same route they traveled many times before: from his shoulder,  over his spine to his firm ass. Between his spread legs, his manhood was partially obscured by the (now) hairless scrotum. But beyond that leathery sack filled with egg-like balls, enough of his wide cock could be seen.
In anticipation it bounced up and down at the same rate that his heart pumped his blood through his body.
My own cock stiffened from this view and as I moved in from behind, I lowered myself and pushed my tool downward so that it got lined up with his sphincter.
Being still slippery with the seed from my earlier orgasm I slid in quite easy and stopped after the initial intrusion to let Esdras get used to the feeling.
His asshole contracted as few times and as I supported myself with my left hand on his back, my other hand moved around his hip and grabbed his pulsing cock.
Once his sphincter got more relaxed (I am sure that my hand sliding over his slippery shaft helped with that), I pushed deeper inside. The tightness and warmness of his intestines was so fine.
And once my hips copied the movement of my hand, Esdras and I started moaning in unison. Moving in and out, I plunged in deeper and deeper with each push. When pulling out, I only left the tip of my cock inside.Standing up a little, I was able to dive deep inside every time and the sensitive place at the tip of my cock just pushed against the small firm prostate hidden deep inside every mans body.
As his ass was so firmly gripping my cock, I was not able to last long and as the speed of my right hand and my hips intensified, I came in four or five spurts that coated his inside. Esdras noticed this and squeezed his ass to provide extra pleasure. This triggered his own orgasm as well and as I pressed his hairless cock against his stomach to provide extra stimulation, I felt his sperm being pumped out by his balls for the second time that day.
As both my cock reduced to its normal size pretty soon, I pulled out of Esdras' ass and with a slap on his ass I asked if he had been mounted well.
His answer was that he had been mounted and ridden well.

The next day was filled with the last preparation for the battle that was to follow in the night. Weapons and other equipment were checked, last instructions regarding targets and goals, know and expected positions and strength of enemy forces and all the other thousands pieces of information that are relevant before going to battle. Of course, we all knew that once it started, most of it would proof to be worthless and survival would depend on the usual factors of expertise, strength and luck.

As the first wave of the attack started once the sun had set, we marched to the proximity of the city walls. Halfway during the evening the main gate was broken and several walls had been breached. Finally it was time for our legion to come into action!
Marching in through the battered main gate, we witnessed the damage our ballistas had done. Once the big rocks had broken the reinforced gate, the engineers had loaded burning bales of hay drenched in oil and then these were hurled inside. The street was littered with burned and charred bodies.
Both men and women lay in contorted positions. Those that were still alive after the fires had been put out, had been an easy target for the first wave of our auxiliary troops. Once we marched further into the city, the burned bodies were more and more replaced by killed ones.
Already most of the houses and shops had been raided to remove any hiding people. The orders had been clear. This city was going to be leveled and no inhabitant was to survive.
Suddenly a small boy sprinted across the road from left to right.
Our centurion shouted an order and a pilum flew towards the kid.
As he looked to us as we marched on, the metal tip of the weapon struck his thigh. With a high pitched scream he went down and clutched the penetrated, and now useless leg. Blood spurted through his fingers and as we moved closer, the kid made a feeble attempt to crawl across the street to reach its original destination.
Another order was given and another legionnaire broke formation as we marched past him. But, no... seeing the kid from up close, it was a girl of 11 maybe 12. The short cropped hair and the dirty rags she wore had hidden that from us.
Not that it mattered. The legionnaire put his sandal on her knee and yanked the pilum from her thigh. Another scream left her mouth as the metal tip was pulled back through the damaged bones and muscles. The artery, that had been pierced as the pilum struck home, was now able to pump out blood at full speed. Her arms sank next to her as she slumped and fell on her back.
The top half of the rags that she wore fell open to reveal a pair of budding tits. Once the pilum was handed back to original owner, the legionnaire took his gladius and finished her off with a quick stab to the throat.
Her body shook one, two times as her lungs filled with blood. The girl tried to remove it by coughing. Still numbed by the pain from the shattered bone in her leg, she probably did not even feel that her throat had been cut.
For a moment I wondered if she would shook like that as well when a man would make her cum. The legionnaire cleaned his gladius on her rags, removing it from her hips and revealing a smooth hairless pair of lips. Looking at the small slit, I made a note to sample a live one of those later on if an opportunity presented itself.
Then the movements of her torso and hips stopped as she drowned in her own blood and she became just one more nameless corpse.
The legionnaire sheathed his gladius and fell back in line again.
Until the next crossing not much happened. Some far away screams and shouts were heard. Turning right we took the road that would lead us to our main goal. Some temple where the (religious) leaders were suppose to be. Those captured alive would be taken to Rome. Those who weren't would have their grave beneath the rubble of their beloved temple.
Once we cleared the crossing, we had our first real resistance.
Suddenly a group of Jews came running towards us from one of the side streets.

(I call them Jews, but this is done for the ease of the reader. The various ways that Jews, Israelites, Zealots, Christians and other religious sub-groups in that city differentiated themselves, was shady even on a sunny day. Maybe the correct designation would have been inhabitants of Jerusalem or something like that, but true historians can worry about that)

Wide eyed and screaming they hurled themselves at the first line.
About half of them died at once on the pilums that suddenly stuck from between our shields after the order from the centurion. The next moment our cohort was engaged in close combat with the remaining men. Too bad for them that we outnumbered them by about four to one. And to make matters worse, their daggers and clubs and their lack of shields were no match for us. Together with Esdras, I killed one. Esdras stabbed him in the chest as I landed my gladius in his left left after a feigned movement with my shield.
As the man started to fall, Esdras stepped in and with one forward thrust he planted his gladius between his ribs, straight into his heart. He was dead before he it the ground.
Moving back into position, most of the fight was already over.
One young Jew with the right side of his belly cut open and with half of his entrails hanging out, was still trying to escape. At the same moment I knelled beside him and finished him off with a thrust between the shoulder blades, an arrow whistled through the space where just before my head had been and, following its trajectory, now buried itself harmless in the ground.
Warning the men around me for the archer on the rooftop, I stayed down and raised my shield to protect myself against any other arrows. But it seemed he was out of arrows. No more shots were fired as Warcus and some other men burst into the building to eliminate the archer. After a short fight on the rooftop, the archer came sailing over the parapet and landed head first on the street. The street won and his head popped open like a ripe melon.

With all the group now being dead, we finished our regrouping and continued the march to the temple. Every now and then we encountered small bands of Jews. None of them were a real threat to our progress, especially as we got closer to the center and those groups were already being pursued by the participants of the first attack wave. Those auxiliary troops did a fine job of driving them out in front of them, so our cohort would form the anvil on which the hammer of the auxiliaries would squash the Jews for good.

Of course we suffered losses as well. As will be told later as well, casualties in battle are numerous even on a good day (or a night like this).
Halfway during the night Warcus was killed. When his group entered a house to examine it for resistance, one of the corpses littered against the wall of that building, appeared not to be a corpse after all.
The man swiftly drew a dagger from between his clothes and lunged forward.
His desperate attempt succeeded in as much that he managed to push his dagger between two strips of the armor and just in the right side of Warcus' chest. Even mortally wounded the big guy slashed downwards with his gladius and decapitated the Jew with one stroke. Then he toppled over and with a soft thud he fell on top of his assailant. Putting him to the side of the road, we remembered the place so we could come back for him after the battle and give the poor guy a decent burial.

Despite attacks like these, we still managed to keep our losses minimal (when I compare them to battles later fought).
Early in the morning, the sun was just about to rise, we witnesses something unexpected. We just had gotten information that the final assault on the temple had been postponed till late in the afternoon, so we could take out time and get some rest.
While looking for a save place to spend the day, we ran into two groups of Jews who wages combat on each other furiously in the front of a storage house. Later we found out from the few Jews we captured that it had been about the use of food from that place of storage. It seemed one group wanted to save it for some religious purpose and the other found the purpose of solving the hunger that everyone suffered from a better one.

As the battle for Jerusalem neared its end, we now had time and people to spare for taking some prisoners.
In the end one group got the upper hand and that was where our centurion gave the order to break up things and take them all as prisoners. But the Jews were so worked up, that even the legionnaires of our cohort were attacked when they got nearer. Not really smart, because we outnumbered the survivors about ten to one and they were already weak from hunger and exhausted from their internal battle. But after we killed just about half of them, they came to their senses. The remaining twenty Jews were taken prisoner.
The centurion ordered to have four of them shackled and transported back to the camp. Fricus was appointed with the task of selecting the prisoners that he would have to take. Fricus was the lecherous son of a magistrate from Sicily. Standing tall, slim and muscular he was quite an attractive man and he knew this. I shared his tent a few times while Esdras was out on patrol and the guy fucked as good as he looked. His strong legs really knew how to hammer that cock of his deep inside my ass.
As expected Fricus selected the three women and one adolescent boy. All of them were filthy and skin over bone right now, but once decently fed and cleaned up, they would be more pleasing to the eye and provide us with some entertainment at the least. The women appeared to be sisters of each other, aged 17, 20 and 24. Their builds were roughly the same. Olive brown skin, long black hair, dark brown eyes, slim hips and (even now) firm highly planted breasts measuring the size of big apples. The boy was 13 and still had that indefinable quality that most boys get (and loose too soon) when they start their travel from boy to man.
Once they were ready, Fricus took the leach and led them back to the camp.
We urged him to not totally exhaust them and leave some for us.
He shouted back that we still had the other ones to have some fun before we got rid of them.
We looked with expectation at the centurion and he told us to do as we pleased, but that we still needed to be prepared for the assault late in the afternoon.
Still dazed by their internal fighting and from the hunger, the remaining prisoners started to realize their fate. Instead of being executed at once, they were going to be used for entertainment and only then being killed.
Most of them accepted it with the sullenness that I learned to be typical for people from the Eastern regions of the Empire.
As they were led away to the various small groups of legionnaires that had formed, one of them made a attempt to escape. Had it not been for his weakened state, he may even have made it. Now he simply fell over his own feet after a few desperate steps, was picked up and thrown over the beams from one of the abandoned carts. With a few cuts of a knife his clothes were cut loose and as they fell to the ground, his naked body was exposed to the stares of the legionnaires that had not yet selected one of the other prisoners, but now grouped around the cart. 
One of them grabbed a whip and landed a few lashes on the smooth brown skin of the adult male. His whole body shook from the biting of the whip and a loud scream of agony left his mouth. Dark brown welts swelled up where the leather snake had been. The pain even caused him to loose control of his bladder and intestines. His urine and feces (not that much, since they had been deprived of any decent amount of food for quite some time now) dropped unceremoniously on the street.
Once the lashing finished, the man started to sob and cry. At that time I thought it was from pain, but during later encounters in this region I learned that the shame and humiliation of being naked and without control are the main reasons for this behavior. 
With his ass raised high in the air, we all had a good view on it. Also the large sac and phallus hanging between his legs were in plain sight. Even soft and while its owner had been whipped, the soft cock was longer than my hand. Like all Jews, the head of it was unprotected by the foreskin, since they remove that from it. And his complete crotch was as hairless as mine was right now.
Another legionnaire now picked up a paddle and covered both ass cheeks of the Jew with a barrage of firm strokes. The strokes caused his cock and balls to sway back and forth in a hypnotizing rhythm. Somehow it looked as if he was fucking the air. With every stroke he was pushed forward, only to slide back over the beam as the paddle was removed. His ass slowly turned a more deeper, warmer shade of brown and even his screams became less as the nerves became numb.
The effect of the Jew dry humping the air had also effect on me and the rest of the surrounding legionnaires. My own shaft grew hard from seeing his meat slap time and time again up against his stomach. One by one we started to massage our cocks on the same rhythm as his ass was paddled viciously.
Finally Jovius, the legionnaire with the paddle, had enough of it. As he saw us being excited by the arousing beating of his victim, he now took it one step further and removed the rest of his clothes. His shirt and leather padding already disappeared once he had worked up a sweat beating the Jew and now he was only dressed in his sandals. His cock was about the size of my own and when he positioned himself between the legs of his victim, he aimed the tip of it at the sphincter of the Jew that was now catching his breath after the brutal beating.
But when he noticed what was about to happen, he started to scream once again as if he was punctured by a pilum. His screaming intensified as Jovius started to put his cock between the battered asscheeks and placed himself against his shithole. Jovius met quite some resistance there but eventually the anus of the Jew gave in to the persistent intrusions of the strong Roman cock and with a series of back and forth movements Jovius sank his length all the way into the rectum of his victim.
Defeated he slumped over the beam now when his virgin ass was being fucked in a steady rhythm. As Jovius plunged himself again and again inside, the surrounding men (including myself) now fully masturbated at the same speed.
Jovius was the first of us to cum. The tight ass of the Jew caused him to climax and spend his load quite soon. As his grunts and pushes grew more intensive I saw his balls being drawn up in his scrotum. When his last thrust inside was not followed by a pull out, I knew he was squirting load after load of hot semen in the intestines of the Jew.
Seeing Jovius reach his climax turned out to be too much for some of us and as Jovius rested to pull out his sensitive cock, several of the legionnaires around him came as well and shot their loads in their hands or simply on the ground.
One of them walked to the Jew, pulled up his head and fed him the semen from his hand. Even while the victim was showing his obvious disgust at doing this, he knew better than to refuse or spit it out. So after a few attempts he swallowed the slippery male fluid.
The legionnaire next to me pushed away my hand from my pulsating member and he replaced it with his own. He distributed his own discharge all over my rock hard cock and continued massaging the slippery shaft. When his other hand started to fondle my sac and the balls inside, I almost came that instant. The guy knew what he was ding, but I managed to postpone my orgasm for now. With the imminent crises averted, I started to fully enjoy his ministrations and even rocked my hips back and forth in tune with his strokes.
Looking back at the Jew, I saw that Jovius had pulled out of his ass and that his place was now taken by another legionnaire.
Even while the cock that was now reaming his ass was twice as thick as the one from Jovius, the Jew did not scream at all. But maybe that was also caused by the phallus from our centurion, Epolonius, being shoved down his mouth.
From where I was standing, I could see his throat being expanded and contracted as Epolonius moved his fat cock in and out of the face of the Jew.
He was now stuck on two big hard cocks like a pig on a roasting iron.
Despite the brutal treatment, his own cock was still hard and bobbed slowly up and down during the oral and anal fucking he received.
When his anal assailant added his sperm to that of Jovius, the sensations became too much for the Jew and his overloaded senses gave in. His cock started pumping out load after load of semen that splattered on the ground and it seemed he never was going to stop. Even when there was no more sperm to be pumped out, his body kept convulsing and that in turn made Epolonius clench his ass as he lunged forward a final time and came inside the throat of the Jew.
Epolonius' cock blocked the trachea and his sperm shot straight into the lungs. This caused the Jew to couch and convulse even more as he tried to free his mouth and throat to get air. But our centurion kept his cock locked in the throat and as his last squirts of sperm shot inside the lungs, the Jew slowly stopped convulsing as he choked away his life on the thick shaft from Epolonius. Seeing this happening before my eyes, was too much for me and I came right there and then. My first load landed on the ground, but the remaining squirts where caught by the mouth of the legionnaire that had been masturbating me.
The centurion let go of the head and pulled back out of the lifeless corpse.
Also the legionnaire that had fucked his ass retreated and now the dead body hung useless over the beam of the cart, dripping a mixture of blood and semen from all its openings. Even his now limp cock had managed to release some ultimate drops of seed during his death trows.

As I looked around the remaining prisoners had met likewise destinies. Most of them had been choked in way way or another. A few had their throats cut open in the end. And a small skinny young male had been tied to a doorpost with his ankles spread out at the bottom and wrists at the top. In this way he resembled an character 'X'. Except that this X was dribbling blood from its front- and backside.
Once he had been tied up and stretched out inside the doorpost, his captors had cut of his cock and scrotum. And as he bled to death, they had successively fucked his ass until that was reduced to a formless bleeding mass as well.

All the bodies were piled up inside on of the houses, so they would not block us or other troops during the rest of the battle.
During the remainder of the afternoon we rested, drank and ate.
Just before we were about to move out again, a messenger arrived that the final attack had been postponed 3 hours.
And 3 hours later we at last marched on to the main temple.
Under cover of the darkness we managed to get quite close before we encountered any resistance. Again we were engaged by just about everything that could hold a weapon. And if they could not find a weapon they thought that hands and feet were useful as well. Not a very smart thought, but I mention it as a mere token of their stubbornness. You do not stop a Roman Legion once it has set out to conquer something.
In the early morning of the next day victory was achieved and the last resiting enemies were killed. Most of them had surrendered anyway, but some simply refused and had to be convinced by a short but intense flight down the walls of the temple. The impact of that experience left them speechless and lifeless.
Luck had it that Esdras and I discovered a hidden passage way that led our cohort to right behind the last batch of them. The priestess/servant who tries to fled away from that passage, ran right to our arms and was captured and send back to the base camp.
Even more lucky was that our commander Tiberius himself saw this action.
Later, when we returned to in the camp we were summoned to him and complimented on this. Talking with the great man, who already led his legions to many victories and would do so even more, about our recent achievements in the legion, he suddenly turned to us and asked if we would be interested in serving the Empire even better.
With the Empire growing more and more every day, the amount of border regions increased and needed more and better intelligence to direct the Empire even more forward.
For this purpose a number of Reconnaissance Cohorts were being formed. Not so massive as the Legions they would range from 10 to 50 legionnaires. Less formal in setup as well, they would answer only to their Commander (Tiberius being one of those) and the Emperor. Just as long as their goals were achieved. 
Of course, we were both honored by this request and accepted it with pride.
To test us, the earlier captured priestess was brought in and we were told to interrogate her. She was the suspected of knowing some secret entrances into the one remaining major fortress of Masada.
She even spoke a few words of Latin as she knelt down, already stripped from her clothes, in front of the three of us. It was clearly visible that she had already been beaten as the angry dark red welt on her back still slowly oozed some blood. But except for a few broken fingers, which stood out at odd angles from hands, she appeared in relatively good shape. Those temple dwellers must have looked good after themselves while the rest of the city starved from hunger.
Lifting her up by her bound hands, I dragged her to the table and draped her over it. Placing her backwards on the table, Esdras cut her bounds only to bind her wrists again, with her arms stretched out to separate corners of the table.
Her ass now balanced on the opposite edge of the table and the full weight of her legs provided enough leverage to push her pubic area upwards. Like most most of the woman we had seen so far, she also has a completely bald cunt. From the looks of her tight vaginal lips it looked that she had never been pregnant. Well, if she managed to survive the next hours she had a good chance of correcting that in the near future. Female prisoners were usually sold into slavery to the brothels that are present in all large Roman cities and with the Empire needed more citizens, all babies born from those prostitutes were put up for adoption of Roman families. But she possibly would find out all of that later.
Making sure her legs stayed open and that the most sensitive and intimate parts of her body stayed accessible and in plain view, I loosely bound her ankles to the legs of the table. This way they could still move freely up and down, but their sideways movement was limited.
As she realized her vulnerable position she started to breathe heavily and her firm tits, that have the size of a pair of large apples, heaved as her chest rose up and down. Her head swayed left and right as she was trying to look at all of us with her pleading eyes.
In the beginning she tried to lift her legs, in a vain attempt to protect herself, but as time passed by, her muscles gave in and her legs slumped down again.
Esdras now took the small whip and lashed out over her exposed belly.
The leather did not break her skin, but a dark brown welt marked the spot were his strike had landed.
Tiberius had taken a seat at the other side of the table and, as Esdras placed a few more lashes on the woman, I could see his cock rise under his tunic with every scream she let go as the tender flesh of her belly was hit again and again.
From my end I saw her ass and hips bounce up and down in the rhythm that she was being tortured by the biting of the whip.
With legs legs being unable to close I was also witnessing her bald cunt moving up and down in a enticing way and my own cock reacted to that in the usual way: it got hard...
Esdras saw me getting excited and told me to fuck the woman. That way she would get a mixture of plain and pleasure that would drive her delirious. It would be the best way of extracting the information, as she already had resisted the usual torture that had been applied.
Stepping between her wide spread legs, I waited till Esdras stop for a moment.
Once her exposed and open cunt stopped moving, I pressed my phallus against her entrance and entered her with one swift stroke.
Despite the beating of the whip, she still was rather moist and I managed to slide in all the way at this first stroke. And from the ease that I went in, it was certain she was no virgin as well.
This time a moan escaped from her lips, as my cock stretched her sensitive inner tissue. Her nipples became hard and raised themselves as small brown pebbles in an instant.
Despite the severe beating that Esdras had given her, she started to get even wetter and soon her small clit became visible as it extended and tried to give her owner more pleasure. Again the woman bucked her hips, but this time it was to meet my cock and pubic bone that where pushed in and against her time after time.
When I felt that she was close to her orgasm, I signaled to Esdras and kept my cock deep inside here. A well aimed strike of the whip landed straight on top of her two breasts and both her nipples got the full brunt of the strike.
I felt her cunt muscles contract and spasm without control as her brain coped with dealing of such intense pain. Together with her mouth (that opened but did not let go of any sounds) her bladder opened as well and still shivering and spasming from the pain she released her urine that sprayed over my legs.
Once she calmed down and was able to produce some sound again, she screamed out loud. Time to start over again... As I started to pound in and out her tight womanhood, she forgot the pain and again met my strokes one by one.
The red welt over her tits did not bleed, only the skin of her nipples was cracked open and small drops of blood oozed out.
I bended over and she tried to raise her torso, as if she wanted to give me easier access to her mistreated flesh. Licking around her nipples I tasted her warm blood and sweat.
Soon I felt her orgasm rise again and I straightened back up. Another few thrusts and Esdras got his sign again. This time both her nipples burst open like overripe cherries and while she again let go a silent scream of agony, her lower body muscles cramped shut and again my cock was taken in a strong grip.
As soon as that grip relaxed I got back to pumping in and out of her again.
Now she was totally mixed up... the strong pain in her breasts and the wonderful sensations of being fucked made her babble incoherently.
Her body now gave up the fight and she did not resist anymore or even tried to meet my thrusts. AS I kept up the pounding of her pussy, Esdras now got close to her head. With one hand he kept her head motionless and with his other he rubbed her bloody tits. Speaking softly to her, he told her that she could stop all this if she only told us the information we wanted.
Her eyes looked without seeing to the top of the tent, and she kept on talking about her childhood. Esdras kept up his talk and squeezed the destroyed nipples every now and then. Each squeeze resulted in a muscle cramp around my cock and another waterfall of the story of her life. But every time the story got closer to the present. She was sorry to see her mother die, she told about the girl who thought her how to kiss, about the man that fingered her to her first orgasm, about the temple priest who initiated her, about the meeting of the temple elders and finally about the last meeting before the siege. As she now came continuously and milked my cock with her cunt, she revealed that the remaining people were to retreat to Masada and use secret entrance in the north-east to be reach the fortress.
At that time I could not keep back and with strong almost painful squirts the pent up seed found its way from my pulsating balls through my phallus.
Wave after wave I shot deep in her womb.
After I was spend, I pulled out and readjusted my tunic.
In the meantime Tiberius had masturbated himself to an orgasm. He then summoned some legionnaires and ordered the woman to be taken away and treated. If she was to survive her wounds, she was to be sent to the brothel of the Three Sisters in Rome. If not... the desert was a big place and one more body in the mass graves that needed to be dug anyway, was not really a problem.

Later that evening in the tent, Esdras fucked me like a stallion climbs a mare. With pleasure I spread my legs and ass and gave him what he could not get earlier that evening. As his hand slid up and down my shaft, I felt the top of his cock go deep inside my intestines. After only a few minutes of fucking Esdras groaned, stiffened and shot his hot sperm inside me.
His pulsating phallus in my rectum and his hand sliding up and down, made me cum again as well. All in all an evening well spent.

The next morning found us leaving the Fifth legion and traveling back to Athens, where we would get our first commission and see the rest of the Second Reconnaissance Cohort (later also known as Crassus' Cobras).
But that will told later.