The Mild General

Titus Tacitus Teutonicus was probably the emperor's best general. He had enforced the interests of the Roman Empire with an iron fist in Galilee, Samaria and Zafon, defeated the robber gangs and insurgents and executed the leading figures. He was certainly more successful than Publius, the incompetent general and his fiercest opponent, who could not bring peace to Judea and Jerusalem. Titus, in any case, kept his provinces under an iron grip; the defeated Jews had to send one of their wives or daughters to his tent every evening. Of course, he also knew that some spared their wives and sent him a disguised maid. The main thing was that she could fuck well, because that is what Jewish women were famous for.

How astonished he was when the emperor ordered him back to Rome. He was not quite 50 yet, when a general was being retired. He rode off immediately and took the first ship. When he arrived in Rome, he found his house in mourning. He only had enough time to bathe and put on a new uniform, then he ran to the emperor.

"My sincere condolences on the death of your wife, she was a good soul," the emperor greeted him, "come, let's sit down and have a glass of wine!" They toasted Griseldis, his wife. "I remember, I was only 9 when I was with your legion in Suetonia, where you captured her and married her. I can see it all as if it were today!" said the emperor. But he had no time for small talk. "I sent Flavius ​​Coercitus to Galilee as your successor because I knew you thought highly of him. Your wife died and you were about to retire, and I remembered you and Griseldis. You were both good to me, a stubborn and headstrong boy who was not even heir to the throne at the time. But you both always showed me the right path, Griseldis even wrapped me in her blanket and made me a man. I show you now my gratitude and retire you, with immediate effect, while you still have your bones intact, beloved confidant! You can mourn your wife with decency, even though she is already buried. I gave Griseldis a beautiful and decent funeral, as if she were a confidante or a relative. The treasurer will give you a fair reward, I insisted on that. Although I have more than enough advisors at the moment, I want you not to disappear into obscurity and to follow my call. And now go in peace, old friend, and rest until I need you again!" The emperor rose and, although he was not known for being a cuddler, hugged his general and left.

Titus received his honorable discharge document from the treasurer and a wheelbarrow full of gold and silver and a gilded parade sword. That was considerably more than usual. At home he asked about Thusnelda, Griseldis' maid. The good old woman came and they sat down for a glass of wine. She told him how miserably and pitifully her mistress Griseldis had died of phthisis and what a splendid funeral the emperor had arranged. The emperor had come unexpectedly at the crack of dawn to say goodbye to Griseldis. Thusnelda knew the background, Griseldis had made the emperor a man when he was still an insignificant child. But that was Griseldis, sobbed the old servant, making boys into men, she did this day after day with great obsession, all her life.

Thusnelda rummaged in her robe and handed him a letter from Griselda. She went and left him alone to read the letter.

"Dear Titus, dearest husband!

I am writing to you because I am about to die and I have to tell you something. You are and always have been my best lord, my best husband and my dearest love. We were not granted children in our 10 years together, you returned to the war in despair and we have not seen each other for almost 15 years. I was in mourning for you for 15 years, I missed your strong arms and loins very much!

I am going in peace and my thoughts are always with you. I have a 12‐year‐old daughter, Julia, who I want to recommend to you. She is my everything, the most beautiful star that accompanied and guided me. I ask you to consider her as our daughter and not to cast her out.

Her father was called Torin, son of Gramar, and he came to the emperor as a noble hostage, who entrusted the then 13‐year‐old to me. He was from my suetonian tribe and we were happy to be able to speak to each other in our language, the emperor knew that of course. Torin lived in our house, in my bed. I loved him as I loved you, my love! He was good in his heart and he was good in my bed and he always respected you, the fine boy! He grew up splendidly, I gave him the best education. But he had to deal with the foolishness of youth alone. He was not even 19 when he got into a bar fight and was murdered. The emperor was devastated, he sent Torin's body, 12 bars of gold as blood money and the miserable murderer in chains to his father.

I ask you, dear Titus, to accept Julia as your daughter and to treat her lovingly. She is the only thing left of me, as is my love, which I gave you throughout my life. Griseldis."

Titus read the letter twice more, then put it away. He called for Julia. Thusnelda brought her. "Your daughter Julia, sir!" said Thusnelda, "Julia, your father Titus Tacitus Teutonicus, general in the service of the emperor!"

He looked at Julia. She was slim and tall like her mother, her curly blonde hair hung down to her belt. Her face reflected Griseldis' face, the aristocratic nose and chin of the Suetonian princess he had married 30 years ago. She had no breasts yet and slightly curved hips. Under the thin, white tunic he could see her pronounced slit and hairless mons pubis. She reminded him of the prettiest Jewish women who had lain down proudly and sinfully seductively next to him, letting him feel that he was victorious and now defeated. Julia did not yet have this seductive charisma. Titus spontaneously embraced her and stood on tiptoe to kiss her on the top of her head. "Greetings, Julia, my daughter!" With that he had fulfilled Griseldis' last wish.

Titus spent the rest of the day with Thusnelda and Julia. She was educated, spoke impeccable Greek and had read Roman and Greek authors. He was delighted because she was stunning. At some point Thusnelda interjected that Julia was an untouched virgin and did not have ill‐mannered relationships with boys. Julia lowered her head and Titus, trained in many interrogations, knew that that was not all, but he smiled and nodded kindly, that was a topic for another day.

Titus sent them both to bathe and dress nicely, both of them. They would sleep with him after dinner. Thusnelda wanted to say something, but he shooed them both away. He spent two hours with the majordomo, the head of the house, getting an update. The house was in good order, Griseldis had seen to that. The three of them ate dinner, drank a little wine and had a splendid conversation.

The three of them went into Titus's bedroom, he told both women to lie naked next to him. He hugged Julia first, put her hand on his chest, "get to know your father and his body with this hand, don't be shy." Julia said she had already seen a cock and also how to make it squirt. She had watched very often when a boy did it himself and squirted on the floor. She had rubbed a cock three or four times and made it squirt, it was very exciting. Julia avoided his gaze. He said he had already suspected that, but she didn't need to make him squirt, she just needed to get to know every fiber of his body, as befits a daughter. He turned to Thusnelda and hugged her too.

She knew what was to come. "Lord, I haven't fucked since Griseldis was entrusted to me 30 years ago." Titus caressed her head. "You are the most loyal soul I know. You sat next to our bed a thousand times and watched over Griseldis. I was so in love with her that I never paid any attention to you, even though you were already a pretty woman back then and I should have fucked you. But I was just blinded by love, forgive me! From now on I will fuck you every year on the day of her death, also to honor her memory!" Thusnelda disagreed. "Lord, I haven't fucked for 30 years, I'm old and wrinkled. Not a woman that a man like you desires. Let it be, Mylord, there are dozens of young slaves at your disposal."

"Just look, Thusnelda, my daughter has discovered my cock and made it hard, we don't want to miss that!" He laid the reluctant Thusnelda on her back, lifted her knees and spread them apart. Thusnelda sighed, God help her! Julia sat down at the foot of the bed, she would see something extraordinary. Titus slowly penetrated Thusnelda's cunthole, it was very soft and not at all tight. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as Titus fucked her. He probably had to hold back his squirt for a quarter of an hour before the old woman clung to him in orgasm. He squirted as her orgasm faded. He dropped into the middle of the bed and motioned for Julia to lie down next to him again. Julia stroked his face and Thusnelda's face. "I've been watching you very attentively," she whispered. "Are you allowed to fuck all the women in your household?" she wanted to know. He nodded, he was already very tired. "Just not the ugly ones," he said and fell asleep.

Thusnelda remained silent all day, but in the evening she asked Titus in private whether he had been serious about fucking her on the day of Griseldis' death? He asked if that wasn't OK? She lowered her gaze. "As you command, Mylord!" He asked her which of the slave girls he should avoid. She thought for a long time. There were two she didn't trust, just those two. He remembered the names and later talked to the majordomo about selling them both immediately. After dinner he let Thusnelda go and went to bed with Julia. She snuggled up to him, she felt a strong bond developing. He was the only and first father she knew. He had won her heart from the very first moment, she could feel it. She hugged him tightly, sexual desire rising in her pussy. "I'm 13, Daddy," she whispered in his ear and rubbed her clit on his hip. "Your cock is already hard, Daddy," she continued to whisper, "do you want to fuck me or should I do it with my fist?" Titus felt how gently she caressed his cock with her hand. "In my opinion, you are still too young to fuck, my beautiful daughter! You will soon find a lover, he will definitely deflower you and fuck you, you deserve something other than a 50‐year‐old soldier!" They were silent for a long time. "As soon as you think I'm old enough, I want you to deflower and fuck me. You, and no one else!" Did he hear Griseldis, who had stated something, ordered it and didn't deviate from it one bit? He laughed quietly. Then he asked Julia which of the slaves she would bring him today? She smiled and stood up, "Let yourself be surprised, Daddy!" and came back a few minutes later with a beautiful slave. She sat down at the foot of the bed like yesterday.

"My name is Despina and I come from Greece, from Zakinthos. A bush fire burned our farm, the fields, the cattle and my father. My mother had to sell us, her children. And I would like to ask you to forgive me in advance!" He asked, "Forgive me, for what?" Despina smiled mysteriously. "Some people call me a wildcat and you will soon find out why." Titus laughed softly, "then let's find out!"

Despina hadn't boasted, she really was wild and naughty. The old soldier got his money's worth. He kept looking at Julia, who was watching the wild fucking and rubbing her clit, completely innocent and without any shame. He was fascinated by how Julia masturbated so absentmindedly. Her clitoris, which was usually barely visible, stood out stiff, red and cheeky, her finger tormented the poor thing powerfully and at a furious pace, it wasn't the first time she did it. He was fully occupied with Despina and saw that Julia had an orgasm and calmed down again. He also put an end to the wildcat and kissed her on the cheek, then let her go. He waved to Julia and she snuggled up to him. "You made a good choice, Julia!" he said, "Despina is at the top of our list!" and he fell asleep in Julia's arms.

He had some agents look for a new home. The city of Rome was no longer the lovely one he had grown up in. It had become an old, contaminated whore, the scum had crawled out of their holes and even appeared in front of the imperial palace. There were filthy dives like he had never seen before. One brothel next to the other, beggars everywhere and the city guard picked up the corpses every morning. There were dead people, victims of plagues, those without livelihoods and so many murder victims that the pyres burned day and night.

Julia continued to study with a new teacher under Thusnelda's care. She would no longer need all the knowledge once she was married, but she had once said to Titus that it was time for a female senator. Titus was at first left speechless, but on the other hand she was right, and why not her? His grandparents had come to Rome as poor people from the decayed Teutonic Empire and were called Teutonicus, but he was a Roman citizen, a deserving general and not without wealth. He agreed that learning and knowledge were good and important. Julia got him a slave every night and the list and the ranks grew. He had already had all the slaves and started again from the beginning, only to fall asleep in Julia's arms afterwards.

The emperor had only summoned him once, in the year 70 AD. Active and retired generals were supposed to give the emperor a picture of the Near East. General Flavius ​​Dracius, the butcher of Egyptian Alexandria, had razed Jerusalem to the ground and committed a war crime when he had the Temple of the Jews torn down. What Flavius ​​shrugged off shook the fortresses of the Roman Empire. None of the subject peoples could accept that the Romans destroyed a place of worship. No mortal had ever dared to destroy the Temple of Isis in Ephesus, the Temple of Apollo in Delphi or the Temple of Zeus in the Parthenon. The crime of Achilles, who on the first day of the Trojan War had desecrated the Temple of Apollo, the holy statue of Apollo, with his own hand, and in the end lost the protection and goodwill of the gods, was still far too present. Flavius, the destroyer, had brought the wrath of the gods upon the emperor, upon the empire.

The generals did not really know anything about gods, but they knew exactly what to do with officers who had gone wild. It was also clear that the emperor was in a dilemma. Didn't the supreme warlord have to thank his general for a successful campaign!?

Titus was given the floor. He felt that Rome had crossed a red line forever, whether it was just feelings or superstition. Rome had to prepare itself for the fact that the peoples would no longer look up to Rome. The trust that had been built up over centuries had been destroyed that day. Period.

"And what about Flavius!?" a general interrupted him. "The Jews have a fitting legend," said Titus, "King David sent his rival, General Uriah, to the front line of ghe battle and the problem was solved, the king completely innocent." The generals grinned. "And what about the triumphal procession!?" one interjected. "What kind of triumphal procession?" Titus asked coldly, "is there anything to triumph over?" He sat down and noticed the emperor's friendly nod in his direction. Discussions continued late into the night because the slaves kept filling the cups with wine.

After many weeks, Titus found a suitable home. It was on the hills above the city of Barium, which is now called Bari. Two days' ride from Rome, from the port you could reach the whole world. Bari was a rich, clean city and it was the summer palace of a former emperor. The majordomo took care of the renovation and the move, and after months they were able to move into the palace. Titus took care of a few things personally. He needed 3 scribes, the paperwork was getting too much for him. And he needed his bodyguard. Of the 35 Thracians who had served him in Galilee and functioned like a well‐rehearsed football team, 22 were left and he took them all, under the same commander, Phyllis Thracus. The Thracians were unbeatable, they would hold off even an army of 500 men.

The first few days were chaotic, but then everything worked out. There were about 120 people who kept the palace running. He even had to employ 6 grooms, who he hadn't needed before, but now there were 60 horses to look after. There were two studs, brothers who fought each other to the death when it came to a mare. That's when the brotherhood ended and the stable boys had to bring them to their senses with whips. One after the other was allowed to mount the mare, then there was peace again. The stable master suggested breeding horses, as there was a lot of money to be made that way. Titus nodded against the idea, horse breeding was not his area. But the stable master was right, and within a few years it became a good business. Titus didn't really need money, he still had a dozen boxes full of gold in the cellar.

Julia had turned 15, an impressive beauty with a truly royal appearance. Titus had no eyes for it all that time. During the day he dictated hundreds of letters to the scribes, clerks. At night he fucked a slave and fell asleep in Julia's arms. He liked to watch Julia masturbating, when he was fucking the slave or watched Julia masturbating afterwards. Julia masturbated more and more deeply and passionately and sank deep into herself. Only the orgasm brought her back down to earth.

He corresponded with all the important people in the eastern Mediterranean. He knew them all, prefects, governors, mayors and military officers. He kept in touch especially with people in Galilee and Samaria whom he knew from before. Every 5 weeks he wrote a long report to the emperor himself. He was probably the emperor's best spy at the time, he knew exactly what was important. The emperor thanked him and paid him with bars of gold coins. The fact that they had both fucked Griseldis for years connected them in a magical way. Griseldis had fucked both of them, the boy in the morning, at noon and in the afternoon, her soldier at night.

Titus suddenly noticed how pretty Julia had become. Her breasts were no smaller than Griseldis's, and that was saying something! Her hips had become very feminine and were just waiting for a caressing hand. She always wore translucent tunics that neither concealed nor covered her slit and her beautifully curved mons pubis, covered with reddish‐blond fluffy down. Any man would go mad at what was on offer, but he was the only man far and wide. Titus chased away the scribes, no dictation today, and gave them the day off. He sat down with Julia on the terrace and looked out over the city of Barium and the sea. "You've become very beautiful, Julia," he began, "do you have many admirers?" She looked at him in incomprehension. "Admirers? Who? The gay cook or the dirty pushy stable master? Which one do you mean?" He noticed that he was riding on a lame donkey. "How old are you now, my beautiful and scratchy daughter?" She smiled again, he was so absorbed in his work with international correspondence that he no longer saw the little things in life. "We celebrated my 15th birthday half a year ago, you gave me a beautiful necklace made of red coral, don't you remember?" He sent a quick prayer to the gods, my God, good old Thusnelda had thought of that! He pulled himself together. "So no admirers, no lovers!?" She smiled gently. "Daddy, we talked about it. You should be my first husband, not some admirer or a clown. You, and no one else! You said when I was old enough, then. I'm just waiting for your signal, I can wait. You see me masturbating every evening, that's when I have my orgasm, my relaxation. And every evening I see how happy you are in the pussy of the slaves." They were silent for a long time, he couldn't find the right words to dictate a new paragraph. To hell with it!

"You have become a very beautiful and desirable woman, Julia! Even I, an old man, would fall for you, because you are old enough to fuck!" Not elegantly, but the arrow hit her right in the heart. "Oh, Papa, you will make me happy!!!" She threw herself on his neck and covered him with kisses. It was like 40 years ago, she was beautiful and desirable like Griseldis back then. She danced in circles. "When?" she called and he said, "Today." She stopped. "Oh, today, how wonderful!" He remembered Thusnelda was there when he deflowered Griseldis. "Should Thusnelda be there?" he asked and she nodded, "of course, she was there too, as Mama, ... as Griseldis ..." He nodded. "Go downstairs and talk to her. You must bathe and make yourselves beautiful, and tell the cook he must prepare a festive meal for the three of us this evening." Julia flew away, her tunic fluttering behind her, revealing her nakedness.

He stayed sitting on the terrace, thinking of the captured princess who had fallen in love with her enemy. He thought of the beautiful Thusnelda, who had sat naked next to them on their wedding night. Of course he had stared into Thusnelda's slightly open pussyhole a thousand times when he fucked Griseldis, every night he looked into the servant's pussyhole without ever thinking about fucking the beautiful girl too. He was still young, too young to see more than a single bunch of grapes, he scolded himself now. How lonely Thusnelda must have been, having only her finger as a lover and guarding her mistress when she was fucked. He should have thought of that earlier. He thought of the endless succession of girls and women he took as victor from the vanquished. None had found a place in his heart, no queen and no peasant maid. They were empty miles that he had wasted, blind and deaf, on the back of the lame donkey. He would do better with Julia and Thusnelda.

The cook was an artist, he had composed a wonderful dinner. They drank a little more wine and went to his bedroom. He asked Thusnelda if she could still remember. "Of course, sir, as if it had happened minutes ago!" He told her to sit down like she had done before, cross‐legged, and put Julia's head on her lap. Thusnelda stroked Julia's head and he told Julia that she had to put his cock in her pussy entrance with her own hand, as a sign to the gods that it was voluntary and not forced.

It was an incredibly beautiful feeling when his cock touched Julia's virgin pussy. He penetrated the hymen with determination and Thusnelda kissed Julia on the lips to cover her scream. He remained deep in Julia's cunthole and gave her a long French kiss. "Now you are a woman, dear daughter!" She nodded and he fucked her long and hard. He held back the squirt until Julia orgasmed and immediately squirted inside in thick, solid jets. This time Julia fell asleep in his arms.

He looked at Thusnelda for a long time, she was younger than him, her figure had recovered from the servants' meals and she was quite slim again, only her large breasts showed that she had breastfed Julia for years after Griseldis's milk dried up. He took her by the hand and laid her next to the sleeping Julia. He looked into her eyes and parted her thighs. He fucked Thusnelda for a very long time, she had an orgasm very early on, but he wasn't finished yet. After he squirted he gave her a long French kiss. "Thank you for accompanying us like you did Griseldis back then!" he whispered softly, she smiled and fell asleep in his arms for the first time in so many years.

Julia let her Dad fuck her every night and she was happy for Thusnelda, who sometimes let herself be fucked too. She was Julia's servant and confidante. Titus looked up in surprise when Despina stood before him. She had lowered her eyes to the floor and asked quietly why he didn't order any more slaves to come to him. "Have we done something wrong?" He was speechless. Then he told her to go ahead and he would enter the girls' dormitory. She ran ahead and called, "Girls, watch out! The master is coming here!" He entered calmly and greeted them. "Dear girls, dear women! I hear you are worried and I assure you, you have done nothing wrong. I just need a break, a time to think. My virgin daughter Julia is sleeping with me under my and Thusnelda's care, that must be this way. But I understand very well that you also have sexual needs and desires, which is very good and extremely praiseworthy, you know that. So I decide that from tomorrow on you can fuck with the men of my bodyguards, the handsome Thracians, as you please, as long as you do not neglect your work! The vice‐general, Phyllis Thracus, will discuss with you how it should work and you will follow his instructions! But if you do not want to be fucked, just say No. So, have a nice day!" He left, leaving the chattering and lustfully screaming girls behind him.

He met Phyllis at the horse place where he was training with his men. He took his old comrade aside. "Phyllis, old friend, we've gone grey!" Phyllis didn't move his face, he wasn't a small talk type, he waited. "I have good news and bad news for you and then an assignment. So which one first, the good or the bad?" Phyllis didn't change his face. "The bad first," he said dryly. "So, the news is that some girls are left unfucked!" Titus said cheerfully. Phyllis still didn't change his face, but he wondered if the general had been drinking. "General, what do you say?" he asked briefly. "Phyllis, old friend, it's a simple calculation. On the one hand I have 22 strong, brave Thracians, your men. And on the other hand I have about 25 sex‐hungry slave girls, and if I compare the numbers, there are more girls than Thracians." Now Phyllis looked directly at him. "What are you talking about, General?" Titus slapped his thighs, laughing. "Now comes the good news, my friend. I have just allowed my slave girls to fuck the 22 brave Thracians whenever they feel like it!" Phyllis looked at him again. "And that is the good news, General?" He waited, but Titus just looked at him amused. "Your men are the best I have ever known. It might be a good thing if they have a little fun too. I know, I know, what you want to say, my friend! And now your task. Organize duty and fun as you see fit, make a division so that the watchtowers are manned and the men are ready at any time when the horn sounds. The girls will not neglect their work. It is your job to find a division." Now something stirred in Phyllis' face. He laughed loudly and Titus could not remember ever having seen Phyllis laugh. He waited patiently until Phyllis became serious again. He put a hand on the Thracian's shoulder. "I told the girls that they had to follow your orders, my Vice‐General! But don't let it get to your head, you won't get promoted that quickly! Now tell me why you laughed!" Phyllis shifted from one foot to the other and grinned. "I always made sure that my men did their duty, as you well know, General! But I turned a blind eye when one or the other had a date with a girl. And now I step in front of the men and announce that a fairy kissed the general on the forehead, or that Cupid's arrow confused him, or that he has simply gone mad and that they are now officially allowed to fuck the girls, with letter and seal. That, General, is a stupid order, but I will carry it out conscientiously." Titus was stunned and it was obvious, he looked like an ox in front of the barn door. Now Phyllis put a hand on his master's shoulder. "And it was precisely because of the expression on your face that I was laughing at. Forgive me, General, for allowing myself to joke." Now they were both laughing, the gray‐haired combat leaders.

Phyllis became serious again. "The men will thank you! It is good for all of us to have firm female thighs between our legs again. I will no longer sleep with only one eye closed because my men are meeting the girls in secret. I already have some ideas on how best to do it. And thank you, General, your men will appreciate it. You can rely on us to carry out our duties as before!" Phyllis was about to leave, but Titus held him back. "I spoke of 22 Thracians, so take a girl too. And don't start now..." Phyllis interrupted him. "My wife and children have been dead for ages, victims of the Dracians. But I will also look for an old woman to warm my blanket. I understand that you will grant me the favor too, thank you very much!" Now Titus flared up. "You are much younger than me, my friend! And I also take girls who could be my granddaughters, that works wonders, believe me! I don't want to hear any more about how old you feel, or should I be worried?" They looked each other firmly in the eyes. Then Phyllis smiled. "Yes sir, General, I will find a young girl, as ordered!" Titus smiled, patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner and let him go. He went into his study and read some letters that he would answer tomorrow.

In fact, Phyllis had worked out a good plan, the Thracians were on the watchtowers whenever he looked up. The slaves did their work as before, everything went smoothly and quietly. They were good months, he dictated to the scribes and read their writings. He wrote to the emperor regularly and was pleased with his clever questions and thoughts. The emperor did not have it easy, he had decided to clean out the city. He wrote how true it was, he had to get to grips with the shit. The murder rate dropped noticeably when he sent legionaries on patrol, the emperor wrote.

Julia developed into a splendid young woman. He was delighted with it, she had learned a lot from Thusnelda's fucking techniques. He didn't fuck Thusnelda very often, he could tell in her eyes when she wanted to be fucked. The stable master reported how many horses the stable had sold and how much profit it had made. Titus listened attentively, although he was still not a horse person. He thought that building a watering hole would make sense, the horses would be bathed more often and that was important for their health.

He was still pondering over a letter when the horn signal tore him out of his contemplation. The signal was loud and clear, 'we are being attacked'! He jumped up and grabbed a sword from the chest. It was the gold‐plated parade sword that the emperor had given him. No matter, it was a good sword. He buckled on the belt and ran down to the gate. The first group of Thracians stood in front of the gate in their shirts or naked, they were all armed. They had practiced such alarms a thousand times, the second group had run into the armory and armed themselves. They relieved the first, who armed themselves in no time. 5 minutes later, all 22 Thracians were in front of the gate in full armor, Titus had the gate locked from the inside.

The stable boys brought 4 horses at a run. Before Titus mounted, he looked back at his Thracians. They all carried the 4 meter long lances with which Alexander the Macedonian had conquered half the world, with which Leonidas the Spartan had stopped Xerxes' 250,000 men. He nodded to Phyllis and they mounted, followed by 2 Thracians. They rode towards the group and stopped in the middle. "I count 38, poorly armed and visibly tired. The one with the gray hair on the far left is probably the leader." To Phyllis's brief report, one of the Thracians added that they were not an army, but rather emaciated highwaymen. Titus nodded silently, admiring the men's sharp eyes.

The leader rode towards them. A muscular guy with a broad chest. He stopped his horse a few steps in front of Titus. Before Titus could say anything, Phyllis called out loudly, "This is General Titus Tacitus Teutonicus, General of the Roman Empire!" The leader bowed his head in greeting. "I am Yannis, we are a group of former slaves on our way to the city of Barium. We are not highwaymen, we are just tired and hungry. We are looking for a place to stay for the night and are asking for it. We have not rested for days, my men have not eaten anything. We want to beg for food in Barium." Yannis raised his face and looked Titus straight in the eyes.

Titus smiled. "Former slaves? Runaway slaves!" he exclaimed. Yannis smiled. "Runaway slaves are also former slaves!" Titus laughed softly and nodded to Yannis. "Okay. You didn't run away from me, so I'm not interested. I can offer you the following: you can camp here in the orchard for the night. To the left of my house is a small river with clean water, you can drink it, wash yourself and water the horses. I will have food for 38 men brought from the kitchen, your men are not allowed to enter my house. Tomorrow morning I will give you food for 38 men before you move on to the city." Yannis said, "42, we are 42, I have 4 men behind the hill to cover our rear. Thank you for your generous offer, it is much more than I hoped for. We have, as you rightly suspect, run away and broken away, but we are not highwaymen and not murderers. We have not hurt anyone. I did kill two of my men, they were disgusting warmongers and troublemakers." Yannis turned his horse, Titus called him. "Yannis, come to my house for dinner in the evening, come alone and unarmed." Yannis thanked him, then rode to his men.

Titus arranged everything. The slaves camped under the fruit trees and led their horses to the river. The stable master gave them horse feed, the kitchen brought baskets full of food and a few gallons of watered country wine. Yannis came into the house freshly bathed, Titus had him given a clean tunic. They ate with Julia, Thusnelda, Phyllis and Yannis, the five of them. Yannis ate heartily, he clearly needed it. After dinner, Titus had the cups refilled and encouraged Yannis to tell his story. They listened to him with interest.

I was born in Britain, then my name was John Longbow. Like my father, I was a blacksmith, we were not badly off, we had enough work and food. Forgive me if I do not speak very kindly about the Romans, and I see that you are Romans. But one day the Roman soldiers came from the coast, attacked our village without warning and killed all the inhabitants without exception. My father and I were the only men fit for battle.

My father killed many Romans with the half‐finished sword he was working on. I grabbed an iron bar and smashed the heads of one Roman after another until the brains splattered. My father was hit by an arrow and died instantly. I redoubled my strength in anger, stepped over the corpses of the Romans, drove them in front of me and killed them one after the other, screaming until my throat was hoarse. Paulinus Quintus, the general, sent company after company, my arms grew tired from so much killing, then they took me prisoner.

I was put in chains, they were poorly forged chains that I could have easily broken, but then, where to? Our country was drowning in the Roman army. I spotted some exceptionally well‐made chains and asked who they were for. Paulinus laughed, they are for the British king! I laughed at him. There is no king, we only have warrior queens, only women! Paulinus fell silent and questioned me.

I had only seen one such once, and she was called Vrnica. Her men trembled before her, she fought like a devil, strong as 5 men, her men told me. She stayed in our village for a week until they had eaten all the supplies. Vrnica lay down next to the fire in our fireplace every night and let 4 warriors fuck her every night, completely shamelessly and publicly. She wanted everyone around to see the fucking up close, she was just as obscene and depraved as her warriors. It keeps morale high, one of her warriors told me, anyone could fuck her and would walk through hell for her. Paulinus listened to me, but he thought it was women's gossip.

I was taken to Rome and sold to a gladiator school, where I was given the name Yannis. The Ianista, the teacher, felt me ​​up and down like a bull he was going to buy at the cattle market. On the second day he had me put on armor and put a ridiculous small sword in my hand, saying I was to fight his men, as a test. I threw the armor and sword to the ground, fighting with this toy would be a disgrace. I grabbed an iron bar from the construction site for a new cage. Then we fought. I knocked out his men one by one, I wasn't supposed to kill them. When seven were already lying unconscious on the ground, the Ianista shouted that enough was enough. He tried to make me understand that we had to put on a long and dramatic show for the spectators. But I, stupid British idiot, just knocked the men down without any grace. I told him I couldn't do that. I can put one to sleep with a light blow or kill one with a hard blow. I couldn't do anything else. He tried for a few more days, tearing his hair out, and sold me to a rich Roman who was impressed by my primitive martial arts. That's how my misfortune began.

The patrician, Tunculus Severius, appointed me bodyguard to his daughter Emilia, who was about 18 or 19 at the time. No, I stubbornly refused all the weapons offered to me, they were all just toys. I wanted a raw iron bar that was chest high, that was my weapon. The majordomo complained about the stubborn British ox, but then he grinned and gave me a stubborn wild cat from Egypt as a roommate. "She scratches and bites a lot, you stubborn British donkey. She has bitten everyone on the cock or scratched their face. No one has managed to rape the wild cat yet, let alone fuck her. She was simply not a willing slave, completely useless. Have fun, you ox, I'm really excited to see which of you two is still alive tomorrow morning. He locked us both in a cell, grinning.

I'll tell you about working as Emilia's bodyguard in a moment, but first I'll tell you about my cellmate. She was a small, delicate and tough Egyptian, 13 or 14 years old at the most. She immediately shouted, "My name is Men‐Har‐Ref, I come from Egypt and I'm not your sex toy, get that out of your head right now!" I nodded, she spoke Roman just as badly as I did back then. "I'm Yannis from Britain and I don't need a sex toy! We only have one small bed and one blanket. We can warm each other up if you want, otherwise I'll knock you out and lie down and take the bed." Her black eyes sparkled with deadly fire, but then she smiled. "Will we get along and you won't touch me?" I nodded and we lay down in bed, crammed close together. She grabbed my cock immediately. "So I always know where it is," she said firmly. I nodded, "that's fine with me!" My cock grew naturally and squirted in her firm grip without her doing anything. I squirted twice more, then I was tired and fell asleep. This went on for weeks, we kept a tight silence about squirting, she didn't want to talk about it. She knew it and she accepted it, that was fine with me. Men‐Har‐Ref was much smaller than me, she barely reached my nipples. She was very slim and wiry, she had very small, pointed breasts and her skin was almost white. She was not a pure‐bred Egyptian whose pubic area was completely black inside. She had a delicate pink coloring of the small labia and the clit, which hung down like a small pink elephant trunk. When it got stiff while she was masturbating, it was as long as her little finger. I watched her masturbate from day one, she masturbated every night. I timidly stroked her shoulders, her girlish body and she let me. I put my hand on her pussy when I squirted, she let me do that too. She only masturbated in secret when I had finished squirting.

Gradually she turned to me, we only began to talk after weeks of silence, she threw her tunic on the floor and we kissed and cuddled naked. She said we should masturbate each other and we did, although I was a novice and she had much more practice. She complained for weeks that we could not fuck because she was a virgin dedicated to the goddess Isis. I did not know her goddess Isis and said I would like to fuck her anyway because she was a very sweet girl and I liked her very much. She questioned me and I confessed that I had only fucked a few women, in Britain. It was my mother who taught me to fuck at 12 and I had to practice with her for many years before she was satisfied with me. I was perhaps 18 when she released me and I seduced her youngest sister, who was not yet 12 at the time. A sweet and shy virgin who liked to lie down with me. I fucked her very often, she learned to love fucking and she was with me for ten years until the Romans murdered her. I had to tell Men‐Har‐Ref for many days about fucking the two sisters and I felt how she was getting softer and softer. We had already been locked together for several months when she shyly and ashamedly allowed herself to be deflowered. She was warm, moist and soft, and also much tighter than my British wife. After the deflowering, her love of fucking and orgasms burst out of her like a volcano. We fucked every night until I was exhausted, but I saw happiness shining in Men‐Har‐Ref's eyes. She became pregnant after two years and the majordomo had to release her after the birth at the latest. But we are not that far yet.

I served as Emilia's bodyguard for two years, I followed her everywhere and defended her. But no one wanted to harm her. She was a slovenly but very beautiful girl. She flirted with her teachers like crazy, initially letting herself be touched, groped and finally fucked regularly. I was just a piece of furniture standing there. She changed teachers like horses, she was a spoiled, immoral piece of shit. She fucked everyone like the other with the same ease as one drinks a glass of wine.

I don't know why, but one day she discovered me, the piece of furniture. From then on I had to fuck her every day. I hadn't promised Men‐Har‐Ref anything, but I loved her very much, as if she were my wife. I found it perverse to fuck my protégé during the day and my Egyptian wife, whom I loved more than anything, at night. I don't know much about the gods, but one day a goddess decided to destroy me. That it wasn't Men‐Har‐Ref's goddess Isis, that's for sure, because she was, among other things, the goddess of love, both sexual and spiritual. Emilia gave birth to a beautiful boy, with blond curls and sparkling blue eyes. I was convinced that he was my son, but Emilia gave our child away to a childless patrician couple. At least he was happy there, I calmed my sad heart.

Emilia always let herself be fucked in a circle of her maids. They formed a semicircle with their bodies to hide the indecent and the unseemly from the eyes of the world. Every day, 15 pairs of eyes were fixed on my cock as I ploughed Emilia's garden. It was a perverse, horny feeling to fuck their mistress in front of 15 pretty girls. Emilia must have liked it, otherwise she wouldn't have been with her protector for over a year. In my thoughts I was always only with Men‐Har‐Ref, thinking of her soft, tight vagina and her girlish, shy and beautiful way of fucking.

The goddess must have been very angry now, because one day the maids scattered like blowflies. Tunculus Severius stood there, shaking with anger, behind him two armed men as always. My iron bar lay next to my tunic, out of reach. Emilia's father screamed in anger, "What's going on here?" I wanted to shout back that his loyal servant had to fuck his piece of shit daughter as ordered. But a good spirit sealed my mouth. Emilia reacted predictably. "He just attacked me, the girl molester!" she shouted, and now real tears welled down her cheeks, sweaty from the fucking. Good old Tunculus wanted to believe his daughter, of course, but when he looked at her more closely, everything became clear to him. "Your little son also has blond curly hair and blue eyes like this man!" he thundered, not surprised that she remained stubbornly silent and avoided his gaze. He was terribly angry and furious. "Yannis, finish what you started!" he yelled at me and indicated with his general's staff that I had to continue fucking. "Finish what she ordered!?" I grumbled back, fearlessly, and he nodded, shaking with anger. "But I will not squirt inside under any circumstances, today is a very dangerous day!" I said and held his gaze. Emilia had told me once that when she masturbated as a child ages ago, her father used to watch her and rub his cock until he squirted, but not anymore. I fucked her anyway. Her father stared at her cunthole uncertainly, but then he knelt down next to me with great determination. His rather massive cock immediately became stiff as he stared at her pussyhole as if hypnotized. He was seeing her being fucked for the first time ever. I fucked Emilia wildly, angrily and full of contempt, she had delivered me to death in a second. The father masturbated his cock in front of Emilia's cunthole, into which he stared, his face expressing disgust and horniness at the same time. I continued to fuck Emilia, but he pushed me aside before he squirted, rammed his cock into her pussyhole, fucked her and squirted inside until he had finished. He let me keep fucking her and masturbated his cock right in front of her cunthole. When he came to squirt, he pushed me again aside, rammed his cock into her cunthole, fucked her and squirted inside until he was finished. This was repeated five times, then he couldn't take it anymore. I was very surprised because he had definitely, one hundred percent impregnated her, but it was his fault. I fucked her now so hard, brutally and angrily that she almost drowned in orgasm, but I continued to fuck her mercilessly, she got stuck in orgasm and was so shaken by the continued orgasms that she finally fainted. I let her fall to the mat like a lifeless doll and denied her my seed. I got up and left, nobody stopped me.

Men‐Har‐Ref screamed, she knew just as much as I did that they would cut off my head tomorrow at sunrise. We cried arm in arm, we fucked over and over for the very last time. She sat up. "I will not let them take my husband and the father of my child from me!" she suddenly screamed, full of anger. "The fact that that woman, that miserable bitch, violated you day after day always offended me and hurt me a lot. But I won't let her have your head chopped off!" We made a plan. The pregnancy was already too far along, she could no longer travel. The majordomo had to send her away after the birth. But I had to leave immediately, head south and take a ship to Egypt. We would wait for each other in her father's house. I left immediately and now I am here!" Yannis drank a cup of wine in one go.

Titus broke the silence. "John Longbow, Yannis, that was very moving. I am a man of quick decisions and I have two offers for you, that you must accept or leave immediately, because I will not wait. My first offer is that you stay here for a week, I will look after your men, and in return they will work from sunrise to sunset on the new fence at the stables under the direction of the stable master. My second is that I will get you a free ship passage to Egypt, to Alexandria for example, this week, and you may have to work on the ship too. And now, what do you think?" Yannis jumped up after these words and fell to his knees in front of Titus. "Yes and yes, my general!" he exclaimed, "I accepted both! But I am completely overwhelmed by your kindness, which I have not earned!" He kissed Titus' hand. Julia unexpectedly leaned forward.

"Father, thank you! I have just learned something very important that will also be a guideline for my political career. 'Those who have should give!' Real life is not a walk with a balance in hand, where something is given for something, we are more than just merchants, that is what makes us good humans. We give when our stores are full and do not demand exact compensation like merchants." Julia was silent.

Thusnelda, who had been silent all evening, spoke into the silence. "It is true that the goddesses accompany us on our path, dear Julia. But we ourselves decide where we take our next step. That became clear to me the moment your father took my hand for the first time. He could have done it a thousand times before, but his steps led him somewhere completely different thirty years ago. For the first 15 years, I signaled to him every day how much I desired him, my mistress's husband, and how I would have willingly and joyfully laid myself beside him. But his steps led him away from me. Now our steps lead us further and we only follow the path that the goddess intended for us from the beginning. To realize that even unrequited love can find its fulfillment one day in the distant future is only a purely human view of the secret work of the goddesses." Thusnelda fell silent, her words were primarily for Julia and Titus.

Yannis ran into the orchard and informed his men, then went to the stable master, who was delighted. Phyllis informed his men. Julia and Thusnelda lay down next to Titus. Julia was inspired and quickly flew to orgasm. She immediately laid Titus on Thusnelda, even before he had ejaculated. She knelt behind him, her fingers caressed his ass cheeks, ran along the crease of his ass and she caressed his balls and his cock from behind while he fucked Thusnelda for an eternity. Thusnelda's honest words touched his heart, he brought her to orgasm and continued to fuck her sensitively. He only ejaculated when Thusnelda had already triggered the second orgasm with her finger and triggered her third orgasm with her fingers. Julia caressed his balls and his cock until he had finished ejaculating. Julia had been doing this since the day he first told her about it. There was a young queen in Galilee who had long since stopped being fucked by her ancient king. She came week after week with her favorite maid to be fucked by the victor, because that was what martial law demanded. The beautiful maid always knelt behind him, caressing his balls and cock until he had finished squirting. Finally, he also fucked the maid, who fucked even more actively and gracefully than the mistress, and at the time, he said to Julia that Jewish women were among the best in the world. Titus lay down between Julia and Thusnelda, his hands resting on their hot, steaming pussies. The two fell asleep, he just dozed and his thoughts raced in his head.

His mother lay down next to him in bed for the first time. Her fingers grabbed the little boy's little cock. She asked lasciviously if he could squirt yet? He didn't know what she meant. He noticed with confusion that she was lascivious and was kneading his cock, something she had never done before. "Well, fuck and then squirt inside!" she whispered and he whispered that he had never fucked and squirted inside until now. "Is that bad?" he whispered, because he had obviously missed something somehow. She shook her head, "nothing bad, little Titi," she said kindly, "I'm just checking to see if you can squirt yet!" She dove down and took his little cock in her mouth. It was so soft that it got hard immediately. She rubbed it briefly and he squirted in her mouth. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled, "of course you can squirt, in thick, solid jets like a grown up man, you're already 12!" She lay down again and explained everything to him, whispering quietly. "We may be Romans, but we're actually Teutons from Germania. According to our customs, you're a man at 12 and I, as your mother, have to show you how to fuck. Understood?" Titus nodded with a lump in his throat. "But I already know how it's done, I've seen you and Daddy fuck a thousand times," said Titus, because that was true. "Okay," she said quietly, "then we'll fuck now, the two of us, you and I. That's good, just like with Daddy!" She lay on her back and bent her legs. It was a bright night with a full moon and he could see everything, the wet, shiny pussy and the big, deep cunthole. She had him kneel down and he penetrated her. It was surprisingly warm and wet and soft. He didn't move, it was so beautifully intense. She gave him time to get his bearings. Then she whispered, "Now, go ahead, Titi!" and he started to fuck, he didn't last long and had to squirt. She consoled him, "We're all sad after fucking, that's completely normal."

She came to his bed every night to fuck. Dad must have known somehow, but he never mentioned it, that was a woman's thing. She showed him how she masturbated and had an orgasm. "That's important, Titi!" she admonished him. A man has to learn to hold back from squirting until the woman has her orgasm, because women take longer to reach it than men. She let him practice until he could do it. She came to him every night to fuck, for four years, until he had to go to the military. He must have fucked a thousand women since then. But he never forgot how exciting those four years were. He had a very strong drive and lured his mother into bed three or four times a day to fuck. She grinned and smiled and happily let him fuck her as often as he wanted. She was often overwhelmed in the morning from the 4 to 6 orgasms of the previous day.

Titus thought about the exciting fucking with his mother for a long time until he gradually fell asleep.

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