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Codes: MF, MMf, Ff, MM, violence
Date: 75 AD
Event: Escorting Selfarina to Rome
Summary: The eighteen years old daughter Selfarina of a vanquished
Germanic barbarian chief, and her entourage, is escorted to Rome by the
Cobras.
Status: Work in progress, codes may change as well, reader beware :-)

   Leaving Moguntiacum southbound, we made good way during the first days
of our journey towards Rome.  Both Selfarina, the 17 year old daughter of
the barbarian chief, and her lady-in-waiting, a younger girl of about 14
named Junilla, still seemed dazed by the sudden turn of events in their
young lives and did not cause any problems.  One day Selfarina was a
revered and pampered crown princess destined to become the wife of one of
the chiefs, the next day her father had to save his (and her...) life by
swearing allegiance to our Empire, and she was unceremoniously shipped out
as a trophy (or a sign of good will from her father) to Rome to be wed to
one of the senators who had supported the Adiutrix legion during this
campaign.

   One minor event happened when we encountered another of Selfarina's
suitors.  Or maybe he had the hots for Junilla.  Unfortunately neither of
the girls could or wanted to tell us who the lad was as he was presented to
them, as dead as can be, pierced with about five arrows in his chest and
two javelins.  His screams had been quite unintelligible as he came running
down the road, raising his one small throwing axe, towards the convoy. 
Still, his courage and stamina surprised us somewhat as he kept on
stumbling toward us when the handful of well placed arrows struck their
target and each of them sank deep in his juvenile chest.  It actually took
throws from both Scipio and myself with our spears to definitively halt the
charging young barbarian.  Scipio's throw pierced his right leg and slowed
him down enough for me to aim straight for his chest.  Now bleeding heavily
from the arrow wounds and the javelins that had ripped open his thigh and
chest, he toppled forward to the ground.  With a final grunt he tried to
raise himself, but as his strength faded away, he fell down again and died.
Only then did we stop and brought the small carriage that encased the girls
to a halt next to the dead boy.  As Scipio raised the head of the slain
barbarian for the girls to look at, they both looked scared and horrified.
But none of them admitted of knowing the boy.

   For the next days nothing exiting happened and we made good way towards
our destination, the great city of Rome.  Despite the monotony of our
travels we never relaxed or let down our guarding routine during the
nights. Exactly this was what saved us from losing the girls.  The two
apparently had been plotting their escape and decided to make a run for it
just before we crossed the border of her fathers (former) territory.  To
make them feel less like the captives they actually were, we had decided
not to bound or shackle them, not even during the dark nights.  Too bad
they used their relative freedom for such a foolish purpose as trying to
escape...  When Scipio, as head of the watch during that particular night,
brought the two screaming and cursing girls into my tent, I was just having
a pleasant dream in which I relived the rape of the barbarian who had
killed Esdras.  As I got up, the girls got silent when they saw my
unashamed and very clear excitement.  As I slid on my tunic, Scipio
explained the two had been caught as they tried to slip by the guards and
tried to make a run for the forest in the north.  I decided punishment
should be swift and severe.  Both girls had to understand that actions like
these would not be tolerated!  Where Selfarina still needed to a virgin
once we delivered her to the senator, so such restrictions were imposed on
Junilla and already a plan began to shape itself in my mind.

   "Get these bitches outside, tie them to a pole, strip them and get me
Caecelius!" Wide eyed the girls get dragged away screaming and howling. 
Only moments later Caecelius, our all-round engineer and equipment maker,
enters my tent.  "Get your modified flower press and meet me at the centre
square!" I command him.  With a nod he disappears.  His modified flower
press is something he devised some time ago.  Where a regular flower press
is square with three bolts at the corner, this one is more rectangular with
three bolts.  One in the middle and one at each end.  Depending on the size
of the rectangle, all sort of objects, for example plants, nuts (real ones
or male ones...) or tits, can be placed in the press and pressure can be
applied.  During one evening around the campfire, Caecelius had described
how one of his former employers used a smaller version with just two bolts
to torture and finally squash the balls from one of his servants.  Now,
Selfarina might not be damaged, but any traces of using this flower press
on her pear-shaped tits will have disappeared for sure when we reach Rome.
As for her servant Junilla...  nothing had been said about her...  With a
smile I leave the tent behind Caecelius and stroll towards the centre of
the camp.



   Punishment follows for her (tit-press, minor torture of ass and thighs)
and the l-i-w (full out rape by two Cobras after another).  After all,
Selfarina has to stay a virgin for the senator.  Selfrina comforts her
young l-i-w after this and a lesbian act takes place in front of surprised
(but aroused) Cobras.  Some MM action ensues to calm down erections.  Next
evening Selfrina tries to escape again, using l-i-w doing a
dance/striptease/masturbation act as distraction.  Selfarina gets caught
again by the guards outside the camp.  After l-i-w has been dp-ed/raped by
two Cobras, another (this time more severe) punishment for Selfarina
follows (cane, whip etc.).  The next day the recovered l-i-w also has to
punish Selfarina.  l-i-w ends up by fucking Selfarina's ass with handle of
whip.  During the rest of journey, handle of whip is replaced by various
Cobra cocks....  and the arts of fellatio and masturbation have also no
secrets anymore to Selfrina and her l-i-w once we reach Rome.

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