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I think that a dozen chapters will be necessary but i can be more specific !
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Once upon the time, The Roman empire ...
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It's enough information for me. I will collecting the parts near at the end. And then follow my "Likes".
piraland
Tribune
Of course ! It is much harder to find a punishment they did not practice!
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Chapter 3
Returning from their meeting, having given everyone their orders concerning the defense of the city and for the departure of the troops to meet the Huns in order to trap them, Rufosellus and Boius Nudus returned to the villa impatient to see the messengers who would quickly arrive with reports on the situation.
It was oddly quiet! In the atrium, the girls were asleep in scabrous positions, obviously naked, hinting at their accomplishments with the guards, their glistening crotches still sparkling with sperm splashes, and pale droplets in their pubic hair! Rufosellus thought that, knowing his three furies, the guards wouldn't be on Olympic form for a while!
Wanting to cool off, the two men went to the calidarium (the baths) hoping to find a little respite and avoid thinking about the horrible massacres of Divodurum.
Followed by two young nubile slaves who rid them of their togas and their caligae (Roman sandals), they immersed themselves first in the cold water of the frigidarium (cold baths) before going to the tepidarium (warm baths) and then , shod in wooden sandals so as not to make the soles of their feet grow smelly, they find themselves in the sudatorium (Roman hammam, sweat-bath ).
As they entered this misty oven, they could see elongated and tangled bodies! As their eyes came into focus, they distinguished Roberta lying on her back, her thighs wide apart with Serva-Obesa grazing her pussy! Two slaves were flogging their sweat-streaming skin with birch branches. Putting heart and soul into the work, they were leaving nice red stripes that seemed to delight the matrons. Decidedly, in this house, they whipped the masters, and especially the mistresses, more than the slaves!
Conquered by the latent eroticism reigning in the room, Rufosellus, his tool standing to attention, took two steps forward and penetrated in one stroke the anus of Serva-Obesa who reacted with a light cry of surprise and satisfaction. the cock penetrated deeply and she felt more fingers dig her pussy in search of her clit that was burning her. As soon as the fingers reached their goal, she felt a wave invade and was carried away by an orgasm so intense that it provoked a long cry that seemed to come from far off, and a massive production of female juices.
Roberta felt helpless, although the regular strokes of the birch still caressed her, she felt a sudden lack in her lower abdomen, she no longer felt the tongue of her friend wrapped around her love button! She did not feel the lack for long because, at the same time, the hard sex of Boius Nudus forced into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, sucking eagerly but, having an irresistible urge to be penetrated, she pushed him away, turned over gave him her vagina and snuggled her mouth between her friend's legs while waiting for her man to cum on them both, and let Boius-Nudus do the same against her vulva and her belly.
The two men held back as long as they could, pushing to the limit before finally letting their semen squirt on the two cats in heat. The divine sensation of their common orgasms left them emptied, in a state of ecstasy.
Dripping with sweat and their sexual emissions, they made the opposite course through the various baths and let themselves be rinsed and treated with perfumed oils by their slaves.
Departing from their antics, they returned to the atrium for food, passing the girls who were heading the opposite way, each taking with her her favorite slave to get her clean and back into shape!
Do not take too long before you come join us, Rufosellus tells them, we have to talk!
The slaves served wine and something to eat and, a few minutes later, the three graces reappeared fresh as newly blossoming rosebuds
Here, said Rufossellus, Attila and his troops are at our doors and, although I hope to have found a cunning plan to divert them away from us, I am not at all sure about your fate. If they arrive here, our legionaries will be no obstacle to them. I want you all to leave with your slaves under the protection of Boius-Nudus and some guards to Lutetia (Paris), where you will find refuge with my cousin Crux-Phorus who, knowing him as I do, will be delighted to welcome you. Tomorrow, at dawn you will set out.
There is no question, said Roberta, the others can leave but I shall stay with you!
I know your attachment, my dear and tender one, but it is not a wish but an order that I am giving you, I prefer to send you alive to Lutetia rather than see you massacred at my side.
Are these barbarians so terrible as they say? asked Barbara
They are indescribable, no people have ever reached such a level of cruelty! My children, I love you, I have given you everything, conceded everything, realized all your whims, accepted your wildest inclinations, your sexual deviations, your love of suffering, but I refuse to take you to the scaffold, lead you to the most horrible of deaths.
But there must be star riders, real experts in mounting us females, among these barbarians! giggled Catherina.
Don't joke, answered Eulalia, this time it's serious! Let's enjoy a few hours together and tomorrow we will leave! In a few days, we will not think about it anymore.
Rufossellus remained alone while the others prepared their luggage for the next day. As long as messengers bring us good news, I really do not want to be separated from my family for long. Imagining them all, he felt an erection coming on. Alone with him in the atrium there remained the male slave who had just filled his glass of wine, he waved and invited him to suck, which he did directly. Rufossellus closed his eyes and profited intensely from the oral caress that was given him.
To be continued
Returning from their meeting, having given everyone their orders concerning the defense of the city and for the departure of the troops to meet the Huns in order to trap them, Rufosellus and Boius Nudus returned to the villa impatient to see the messengers who would quickly arrive with reports on the situation.
It was oddly quiet! In the atrium, the girls were asleep in scabrous positions, obviously naked, hinting at their accomplishments with the guards, their glistening crotches still sparkling with sperm splashes, and pale droplets in their pubic hair! Rufosellus thought that, knowing his three furies, the guards wouldn't be on Olympic form for a while!
Wanting to cool off, the two men went to the calidarium (the baths) hoping to find a little respite and avoid thinking about the horrible massacres of Divodurum.
Followed by two young nubile slaves who rid them of their togas and their caligae (Roman sandals), they immersed themselves first in the cold water of the frigidarium (cold baths) before going to the tepidarium (warm baths) and then , shod in wooden sandals so as not to make the soles of their feet grow smelly, they find themselves in the sudatorium (Roman hammam, sweat-bath ).
As they entered this misty oven, they could see elongated and tangled bodies! As their eyes came into focus, they distinguished Roberta lying on her back, her thighs wide apart with Serva-Obesa grazing her pussy! Two slaves were flogging their sweat-streaming skin with birch branches. Putting heart and soul into the work, they were leaving nice red stripes that seemed to delight the matrons. Decidedly, in this house, they whipped the masters, and especially the mistresses, more than the slaves!
Conquered by the latent eroticism reigning in the room, Rufosellus, his tool standing to attention, took two steps forward and penetrated in one stroke the anus of Serva-Obesa who reacted with a light cry of surprise and satisfaction. the cock penetrated deeply and she felt more fingers dig her pussy in search of her clit that was burning her. As soon as the fingers reached their goal, she felt a wave invade and was carried away by an orgasm so intense that it provoked a long cry that seemed to come from far off, and a massive production of female juices.
Roberta felt helpless, although the regular strokes of the birch still caressed her, she felt a sudden lack in her lower abdomen, she no longer felt the tongue of her friend wrapped around her love button! She did not feel the lack for long because, at the same time, the hard sex of Boius Nudus forced into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, sucking eagerly but, having an irresistible urge to be penetrated, she pushed him away, turned over gave him her vagina and snuggled her mouth between her friend's legs while waiting for her man to cum on them both, and let Boius-Nudus do the same against her vulva and her belly.
The two men held back as long as they could, pushing to the limit before finally letting their semen squirt on the two cats in heat. The divine sensation of their common orgasms left them emptied, in a state of ecstasy.
Dripping with sweat and their sexual emissions, they made the opposite course through the various baths and let themselves be rinsed and treated with perfumed oils by their slaves.
Departing from their antics, they returned to the atrium for food, passing the girls who were heading the opposite way, each taking with her her favorite slave to get her clean and back into shape!
Do not take too long before you come join us, Rufosellus tells them, we have to talk!
The slaves served wine and something to eat and, a few minutes later, the three graces reappeared fresh as newly blossoming rosebuds
Here, said Rufossellus, Attila and his troops are at our doors and, although I hope to have found a cunning plan to divert them away from us, I am not at all sure about your fate. If they arrive here, our legionaries will be no obstacle to them. I want you all to leave with your slaves under the protection of Boius-Nudus and some guards to Lutetia (Paris), where you will find refuge with my cousin Crux-Phorus who, knowing him as I do, will be delighted to welcome you. Tomorrow, at dawn you will set out.
There is no question, said Roberta, the others can leave but I shall stay with you!
I know your attachment, my dear and tender one, but it is not a wish but an order that I am giving you, I prefer to send you alive to Lutetia rather than see you massacred at my side.
Are these barbarians so terrible as they say? asked Barbara
They are indescribable, no people have ever reached such a level of cruelty! My children, I love you, I have given you everything, conceded everything, realized all your whims, accepted your wildest inclinations, your sexual deviations, your love of suffering, but I refuse to take you to the scaffold, lead you to the most horrible of deaths.
But there must be star riders, real experts in mounting us females, among these barbarians! giggled Catherina.
Don't joke, answered Eulalia, this time it's serious! Let's enjoy a few hours together and tomorrow we will leave! In a few days, we will not think about it anymore.
Rufossellus remained alone while the others prepared their luggage for the next day. As long as messengers bring us good news, I really do not want to be separated from my family for long. Imagining them all, he felt an erection coming on. Alone with him in the atrium there remained the male slave who had just filled his glass of wine, he waved and invited him to suck, which he did directly. Rufossellus closed his eyes and profited intensely from the oral caress that was given him.
To be continued
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
piraland
Tribune
Chapter 4
The centurion Gracchus Venesius rode at the head of his troops on the road from Durocortum (Rheims) to Divodurum (Metz)!
So far, everything was going well, not a barbarian in sight, not an isolated farm on fire nor any village destroyed or people exterminated, everything was quiet!
In a few leagues, they would arrive at the junction of the Dura-Catalaunum road (Châlons en Champagne) where were the Catalaunian Plains, the place chosen by the Roman dux imperator Aetius to stop Attila and his allies.
The mission of Gracchus Venesius was to have the Huns follow him and fall into Aetius' trap. After a longish wait, Gracchus Venesius was warned that observers had spotted movements of troops, discreet at first, and then more and more obvious! Scouts of Attila's army had spotted them too, so it was necessary now to play a tight game. Knowing that Attila's army was moving relatively slowly because of the multitude of ox-carts that were accompanying him with the families and all the commisariat, Gracchus Venesius set out, taking care not to get out of sight of the advance guard of the Huns.
And it worked, Attila took the bait and, speeding up, hurtled headlong into the rearguard of Gracchus Vénésius's troops.
Attila has been tricked away from Durocortum! Two horsemen galloped with tight bridles to announce the good news to Prefect Rufosellus Piralandus Corvus.
The air was hot and heavy and the prefect was pacing outside his villa, impatient to know how the situation! was progressing. Boius-nudus came to him with a glass of wine in his hand and advised him to calm down and come back inside wit his family.
The atrium was very quiet, the 3 girls were sleeping in lascivious poses on couches, and Roberta and Serva Obesa were talking in low voices. Seeing their husbands enter, they invited them to join them. Roberta snuggled into her husband's arms and gently caressed his genitals through his toga, and began to speak softly to him.
"I have known you for so many years, and never have I seen you with such an uneasy air," said she, "I feel as anxious as I ever have."
"You know," he replied, "I have fought many enemies in all corners of the world, but then I was risking only my life and yours was in no danger. Moreover, the sadists who are threatening us are really the worst in the world."
"Don't worry," she responded, "everything will be all right!"
She lifted up her husband's toga, stripped off her dress, and impaled herself delicately on his sex.
Roberta's unusual smoothness surprised him and allowed him to think of something else.
In front of them, their friends had also passed the preliminaries and were happily entwined.
Despite everything, the atmosphere was heavy, oppressive, charged with adrenaline...
Suddenly, a clattering of hooves in the courtyard caused Rufocellus to leap up, which discomfited Roberta.
Following Boius Nudus, the prefect hurried out. Two legionaries who were dismounting were directly approached by Rufocellus,
"So, my friends, what's the news?"
"Ave Praefecte! Attila has fallen into the trap, he is following our troops and is heading towards the army of Aetius,
the meeting is inevitable! In a few days everything will be back in order, we can dance on their corpses."
"Do not put the cart before the horse,"answered Rufocellus with a sigh of relief, "Don't tell anyone here, nor the defenders of the city, because I want them to stay on the lookout, and for my family I prefer to move them away for some days to avoid the possible fallout of the fighting that will soon take place. Go and refresh yourselves, eat at my place, and then, within two hours, you can accompany Boius-Nudus and escort my family.
To the two slaves, he added, Prepare the baggage wagons, in a short time you will leave. Do not load too much, they must travel discreetly.
If everything goes as planned, in a few days we will be back together."
The two legionaries would never have dreamed how they'd be welcomed as they entered the atrium! Held in embraces by the young ladies as soon as they arrived, they soon got rid of their helmets, cuirasses and everything they wore under them. Naked and available, they were quickly led to the central pool of water to be dusted and refreshed. The 3 nymphs, undressed by the revealing wet clothes they were wearing on their bodies, gave them a glimpse of wonders! Their firm breasts pointed through the tissue and, lower down, their vaginal lips were drawn more than erotically.
All their curves were highlighted. The show was magical, they would have aroused the dead! And the two soldiers were not dead, they began to prove to them by bringing all three women to the seventh heaven.
Rufossellus was the first to come back to them after the gorgeous spectacle they had just experienced. It was time to set off for Lutetia (Paris). The moment for the goodbyes had arrived. After the final instructions had been given to Boius-Nudus, and the last hugs to the women, the carts escorted by the 2 legionaries and followed by about twenty slaves set out along the dusty road.
The prefect watched them with regret. All the people who counted most for him had just left him, but he knew deep down that it was the best solution, to await return of the Pax Romana, it will be just a matter of a few days.
The centurion Gracchus Venesius rode at the head of his troops on the road from Durocortum (Rheims) to Divodurum (Metz)!
So far, everything was going well, not a barbarian in sight, not an isolated farm on fire nor any village destroyed or people exterminated, everything was quiet!
In a few leagues, they would arrive at the junction of the Dura-Catalaunum road (Châlons en Champagne) where were the Catalaunian Plains, the place chosen by the Roman dux imperator Aetius to stop Attila and his allies.
The mission of Gracchus Venesius was to have the Huns follow him and fall into Aetius' trap. After a longish wait, Gracchus Venesius was warned that observers had spotted movements of troops, discreet at first, and then more and more obvious! Scouts of Attila's army had spotted them too, so it was necessary now to play a tight game. Knowing that Attila's army was moving relatively slowly because of the multitude of ox-carts that were accompanying him with the families and all the commisariat, Gracchus Venesius set out, taking care not to get out of sight of the advance guard of the Huns.
And it worked, Attila took the bait and, speeding up, hurtled headlong into the rearguard of Gracchus Vénésius's troops.
Attila has been tricked away from Durocortum! Two horsemen galloped with tight bridles to announce the good news to Prefect Rufosellus Piralandus Corvus.
The air was hot and heavy and the prefect was pacing outside his villa, impatient to know how the situation! was progressing. Boius-nudus came to him with a glass of wine in his hand and advised him to calm down and come back inside wit his family.
The atrium was very quiet, the 3 girls were sleeping in lascivious poses on couches, and Roberta and Serva Obesa were talking in low voices. Seeing their husbands enter, they invited them to join them. Roberta snuggled into her husband's arms and gently caressed his genitals through his toga, and began to speak softly to him.
"I have known you for so many years, and never have I seen you with such an uneasy air," said she, "I feel as anxious as I ever have."
"You know," he replied, "I have fought many enemies in all corners of the world, but then I was risking only my life and yours was in no danger. Moreover, the sadists who are threatening us are really the worst in the world."
"Don't worry," she responded, "everything will be all right!"
She lifted up her husband's toga, stripped off her dress, and impaled herself delicately on his sex.
Roberta's unusual smoothness surprised him and allowed him to think of something else.
In front of them, their friends had also passed the preliminaries and were happily entwined.
Despite everything, the atmosphere was heavy, oppressive, charged with adrenaline...
Suddenly, a clattering of hooves in the courtyard caused Rufocellus to leap up, which discomfited Roberta.
Following Boius Nudus, the prefect hurried out. Two legionaries who were dismounting were directly approached by Rufocellus,
"So, my friends, what's the news?"
"Ave Praefecte! Attila has fallen into the trap, he is following our troops and is heading towards the army of Aetius,
the meeting is inevitable! In a few days everything will be back in order, we can dance on their corpses."
"Do not put the cart before the horse,"answered Rufocellus with a sigh of relief, "Don't tell anyone here, nor the defenders of the city, because I want them to stay on the lookout, and for my family I prefer to move them away for some days to avoid the possible fallout of the fighting that will soon take place. Go and refresh yourselves, eat at my place, and then, within two hours, you can accompany Boius-Nudus and escort my family.
To the two slaves, he added, Prepare the baggage wagons, in a short time you will leave. Do not load too much, they must travel discreetly.
If everything goes as planned, in a few days we will be back together."
The two legionaries would never have dreamed how they'd be welcomed as they entered the atrium! Held in embraces by the young ladies as soon as they arrived, they soon got rid of their helmets, cuirasses and everything they wore under them. Naked and available, they were quickly led to the central pool of water to be dusted and refreshed. The 3 nymphs, undressed by the revealing wet clothes they were wearing on their bodies, gave them a glimpse of wonders! Their firm breasts pointed through the tissue and, lower down, their vaginal lips were drawn more than erotically.
All their curves were highlighted. The show was magical, they would have aroused the dead! And the two soldiers were not dead, they began to prove to them by bringing all three women to the seventh heaven.
Rufossellus was the first to come back to them after the gorgeous spectacle they had just experienced. It was time to set off for Lutetia (Paris). The moment for the goodbyes had arrived. After the final instructions had been given to Boius-Nudus, and the last hugs to the women, the carts escorted by the 2 legionaries and followed by about twenty slaves set out along the dusty road.
The prefect watched them with regret. All the people who counted most for him had just left him, but he knew deep down that it was the best solution, to await return of the Pax Romana, it will be just a matter of a few days.
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morten sigurdson
Voivode of Wallachia
Realy interesting and well written story, nice work Sir.
piraland
Tribune
Delighted that you like it! I hope that the following will please you as much!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Will the plan to divert Atilla from Durocortum work?
Will Atilla be so cautious to send a scouting party to Durocortum anyway?
Will these scouting party make acquaintance with Rufocellus' daughters?
Will these daughters defeat the Huns by their own way : sexual exhausture of the enemy?
Will Atilla be so cautious to send a scouting party to Durocortum anyway?
Will these scouting party make acquaintance with Rufocellus' daughters?
Will these daughters defeat the Huns by their own way : sexual exhausture of the enemy?
piraland
Tribune
Just a moment, I will answer these questions!Will the plan to divert Atilla from Durocortum work?
Will Atilla be so cautious to send a scouting party to Durocortum anyway?
Will these scouting party make acquaintance with Rufocellus' daughters?
Will these daughters defeat the Huns by their own way : sexual exhausture of the enemy?
piraland
Tribune
Chapter five
Thiudimir, Valamir and Vidimer had ruled over the Ostrogothic Horde since the death of their father, the king. Bloodthirsty and depraved, they were among those tribes that had allied themselves with Attila and his Huns and who participated in all his campaigns, looting and massacres.
Reputed to be the cruelest of the three, Thiudimir was complaining about the role that had been reserved for him. Commander-in-Chief of the rearguard of the army and all that followed him, he grumbled because he was always the last to arrive at the scenes of battles and looting, there wasn't a woman left to rape, no one to behead, more people to Impale (that's what he preferred), so he had to settle for the crumbs left for him by the others.
Today he was dragging himself on the road to Durocortum (Rheims). Apart from a few solitary peasants whom he quickly hung or impaled on the roadside, he could not satisfy his thirst for torture, blood and death.
When he reached Divodurum (Metz), everything was over before he'd arrived! The city was in flames, and the last of the living were dying.
Lost in his thoughts, he continued along his route, and did not realize that the bulk of Attila's army had turned off to the south as he continued westward towards Durocortum (Rheims).
The countryside had changed a lot in just a few leagues, no more fires or corpses along the road, no more signs of the ruins that the Huns usually left behind them when they passed..
He sent a few scouts to find out what was going on ahead, where the army of Attila had headed off to, and why there was this unusual calm reigning over the region. In the meantime, to take a break,
he had noticed some isolated farms where he hoped to find something to satisfy his desires for blood and bestiality.
Having already travelled five or six Leagues from Durocortum (Rheims), Boius-Nudus decided to make a halt to allow the beasts to rest and the people to refresh themselves and stretch their legs.
He chose to stop at the property of a Gaulish winegrower he knew and who regularly supplied the prefecture with wines from the region.
The place seemed peaceful and the women were happy to be able to get down off these uncomfortable carts more suited to soldiers than to their delicate bodies. The journey was going well, and the women were thinking about all the possibilities for fun that Lutetia would be able to offer them - for the girls it was their first visit, but Roberta and Serva Obesa had already had the opportunity to participate several times in the group-sex organized by Crux-Forus. These hot prospects made their crotches moist.
Suddenly, surging out of nowhere, some thirty Gaulish workers armed with knives, sticks and forks, burst in and, after slaughtering the legionaries and knocking out the male slaves, rushed at Boius-Nudus and the women and their maidservants.
The assault had not taken two minutes!
Why had these Gauls attacked them like this? Boius-Nudus did not understand, but he saw the winegrower advancing towards him -
Since the time that you, Romans untouchables, took charge, we've had to scratch a living from our vineyards burdened with taxes. So, we've decided to strike a big blow for our commercial independence!
We'll go to the prefect and demand guarantees from him!
"But," replied the Roman, "don't you realize the situation - the barbarians will soon come and exterminate us all, you as soon as us!"
"You, perhaps, but not us," retorted the Gauls, "We've got currency to exchange, the family of the Prefect!"
The discussion stopped there and the Gauls attached what was left of the slaves to the back of the wagon, and the women and the centurion had to put their wrists behind their backs to be tied.
At Durocortum, Rufosellus was not letting up, he was going from one guard post to another, talking with the guards, returning to his villa, going out again ... in short, he was going around in circles and couldn't stop asking himself the same eternal questions, am I right in sending my family away? Am I right to stay in my place here, instead of being with Aetius ready to face Attila? Everything was jostling in his head and receiving no news from the east or west was bothering him even more.
The preoccupations of the prefect contrasted with the calm that reigned in the city, whose inhabitants, ignorant of the gravity of the situation, slept the sleep of the just.
It was probably this nervousness that caused him not to see that a few dozen meters away from him were prying eyes watching him closely.
The few barbarians sent by Thiudimir were quick to realize that Durocortum was a bird for the cat, it was going to be a breeze to take control of the city and crush its defenders and inhabitants.
Thiudimir was still holding by the hair the severed head of the young peasant girl he had just forced to suck him when a rider galloped into the farmyard!
So ! What's the news ?
We rode to Durocortum, said the rider, and we didn't meet any enemy troops - but nor did we any signs of Attila's army!
At Durocortum, it's all peaceful, and, although the city is on a state of alert, their defenses seem so weak that an army of children could smash them in a few minutes.
"Very good," said Thuidimir, tossing away the head of the farm-girl, "everything is set up for the best. Before rejoining with Attila, we'll offer ourselves a little Gallic city as a training ground for our future battles!"
"On horseback! Keep an eye on the enemy, but don't make contact!"
Wanting to give an air of Romanitas to the moment, he added, "Vae victis!" (Woe to the vanquished!)
Thiudimir, Valamir and Vidimer had ruled over the Ostrogothic Horde since the death of their father, the king. Bloodthirsty and depraved, they were among those tribes that had allied themselves with Attila and his Huns and who participated in all his campaigns, looting and massacres.
Reputed to be the cruelest of the three, Thiudimir was complaining about the role that had been reserved for him. Commander-in-Chief of the rearguard of the army and all that followed him, he grumbled because he was always the last to arrive at the scenes of battles and looting, there wasn't a woman left to rape, no one to behead, more people to Impale (that's what he preferred), so he had to settle for the crumbs left for him by the others.
Today he was dragging himself on the road to Durocortum (Rheims). Apart from a few solitary peasants whom he quickly hung or impaled on the roadside, he could not satisfy his thirst for torture, blood and death.
When he reached Divodurum (Metz), everything was over before he'd arrived! The city was in flames, and the last of the living were dying.
Lost in his thoughts, he continued along his route, and did not realize that the bulk of Attila's army had turned off to the south as he continued westward towards Durocortum (Rheims).
The countryside had changed a lot in just a few leagues, no more fires or corpses along the road, no more signs of the ruins that the Huns usually left behind them when they passed..
He sent a few scouts to find out what was going on ahead, where the army of Attila had headed off to, and why there was this unusual calm reigning over the region. In the meantime, to take a break,
he had noticed some isolated farms where he hoped to find something to satisfy his desires for blood and bestiality.
Having already travelled five or six Leagues from Durocortum (Rheims), Boius-Nudus decided to make a halt to allow the beasts to rest and the people to refresh themselves and stretch their legs.
He chose to stop at the property of a Gaulish winegrower he knew and who regularly supplied the prefecture with wines from the region.
The place seemed peaceful and the women were happy to be able to get down off these uncomfortable carts more suited to soldiers than to their delicate bodies. The journey was going well, and the women were thinking about all the possibilities for fun that Lutetia would be able to offer them - for the girls it was their first visit, but Roberta and Serva Obesa had already had the opportunity to participate several times in the group-sex organized by Crux-Forus. These hot prospects made their crotches moist.
Suddenly, surging out of nowhere, some thirty Gaulish workers armed with knives, sticks and forks, burst in and, after slaughtering the legionaries and knocking out the male slaves, rushed at Boius-Nudus and the women and their maidservants.
The assault had not taken two minutes!
Why had these Gauls attacked them like this? Boius-Nudus did not understand, but he saw the winegrower advancing towards him -
Since the time that you, Romans untouchables, took charge, we've had to scratch a living from our vineyards burdened with taxes. So, we've decided to strike a big blow for our commercial independence!
We'll go to the prefect and demand guarantees from him!
"But," replied the Roman, "don't you realize the situation - the barbarians will soon come and exterminate us all, you as soon as us!"
"You, perhaps, but not us," retorted the Gauls, "We've got currency to exchange, the family of the Prefect!"
The discussion stopped there and the Gauls attached what was left of the slaves to the back of the wagon, and the women and the centurion had to put their wrists behind their backs to be tied.
At Durocortum, Rufosellus was not letting up, he was going from one guard post to another, talking with the guards, returning to his villa, going out again ... in short, he was going around in circles and couldn't stop asking himself the same eternal questions, am I right in sending my family away? Am I right to stay in my place here, instead of being with Aetius ready to face Attila? Everything was jostling in his head and receiving no news from the east or west was bothering him even more.
The preoccupations of the prefect contrasted with the calm that reigned in the city, whose inhabitants, ignorant of the gravity of the situation, slept the sleep of the just.
It was probably this nervousness that caused him not to see that a few dozen meters away from him were prying eyes watching him closely.
The few barbarians sent by Thiudimir were quick to realize that Durocortum was a bird for the cat, it was going to be a breeze to take control of the city and crush its defenders and inhabitants.
Thiudimir was still holding by the hair the severed head of the young peasant girl he had just forced to suck him when a rider galloped into the farmyard!
So ! What's the news ?
We rode to Durocortum, said the rider, and we didn't meet any enemy troops - but nor did we any signs of Attila's army!
At Durocortum, it's all peaceful, and, although the city is on a state of alert, their defenses seem so weak that an army of children could smash them in a few minutes.
"Very good," said Thuidimir, tossing away the head of the farm-girl, "everything is set up for the best. Before rejoining with Attila, we'll offer ourselves a little Gallic city as a training ground for our future battles!"
"On horseback! Keep an eye on the enemy, but don't make contact!"
Wanting to give an air of Romanitas to the moment, he added, "Vae victis!" (Woe to the vanquished!)
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Attila's Tour de France.... of crucifixions!
(he just skipped Messaline's Anjou).
But suddenly, it has become difficult to discern friend from enemy.
Although I think, these Gauls taking Boius-Nudus and the women as ransom, are a little bit naive.
Of course, Liebig's Meat Extract was the secret weapon of Attila's Huns!
50 years earlier, Claudian had written:
Venit et extremis legio praetenta Britannis,
Quae Scotto dat frena truci ferroque notatas
Perlegit exanimes Picto moriente figuras;
Agmina quin etiam flavis obiecta Sygambris
Quaeque domant Chattos inmansuetosque Cheruscos,
Excubiis Rhenum solo terrore relinquunt.
(Claudian De Bello Gotico 416 -21)
literally:
the legion that had been left to guard Britain, the legion that kept the fierce Scots in check, whose men had scanned the strange devices tattooed on the faces of the dying Picts. Even the legions that faced the flaxen-haired Sygambri, and those who held the Chatti and wild Cherusci in subjection hither turned their threatening arms, leaving the Rhine, whose garrison they had formed, defended by but one thing — fear [of Rome].
a poetic paraphrase:
From distant Britain went the guardian force
Which held in leash the Irish savages
And knew the marks tattooed on dying Picts.
Legions which cowed the hordes from Thüringen,
The Ruhr, and Hessen, they are gone. Defence
Is left to terror of the Roman name.
Tonight there is no watch upon the Rhine.
(I can't find whose translation that is, it alludes, ironically of course,
to the German patriotic song, Die Wacht am Rhein)
piraland
Tribune
Of course, they are pretty naive these Gauls, it's much easier for me to continue my story! They will be rewarded by the barbarians.
(he just skipped Messaline's Anjou).
But suddenly, it has become difficult to discern friend from enemy.
Although I think, these Gauls taking Boius-Nudus and the women as ransom, are a little bit naive.
piraland
Tribune
I'm sorry, but the only document I found on Aetius was from pictures given as a gift by soup makers. It's a real archive!Of course, Liebig's Meat Extract was the secret weapon of Attila's Huns!
50 years earlier, Claudian had written:
Venit et extremis legio praetenta Britannis,
Quae Scotto dat frena truci ferroque notatas
Perlegit exanimes Picto moriente figuras;
Agmina quin etiam flavis obiecta Sygambris
Quaeque domant Chattos inmansuetosque Cheruscos,
Excubiis Rhenum solo terrore relinquunt.
(Claudian De Bello Gotico 416 -21)
literally:
the legion that had been left to guard Britain, the legion that kept the fierce Scots in check, whose men had scanned the strange devices tattooed on the faces of the dying Picts. Even the legions that faced the flaxen-haired Sygambri, and those who held the Chatti and wild Cherusci in subjection hither turned their threatening arms, leaving the Rhine, whose garrison they had formed, defended by but one thing — fear [of Rome].
a poetic paraphrase:
From distant Britain went the guardian force
Which held in leash the Irish savages
And knew the marks tattooed on dying Picts.
Legions which cowed the hordes from Thüringen,
The Ruhr, and Hessen, they are gone. Defence
Is left to terror of the Roman name.
Tonight there is no watch upon the Rhine.
(I can't find whose translation that is, it alludes, ironically of course,
to the German patriotic song, Die Wacht am Rhein)
Maybe the real magic potion of Astérix !
The one I was trying to remember, but couldn't find anywhere on the internet,
was by Helen Waddell - I believe she wrote it on the outbreak of war in September 1939;
the one I posted above, by anon, seems to be based on hers, but rewritten -
this is her version:
So came the legions from the uttermost isles
Of Britain, where they held the Scots in leash
And those that were a wall against the Ruhr,
And cowed the churls of Hesse and Thüringen,
They've turned the splendid menace of their line
Against the threat to Italy: they're gone.
The right bank's naked of its garrison.
Naught but the terror of the Roman name
Defends an open frontier.
Tonight there is no watch upon the Rhine.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Attila's Tour de France.... of crucifixions!
(he just skipped Messaline's Anjou).
No need of him for Messa : romans did ...
