EXTRACT FOR
The Virgin Prisoner
(Kim Hardwick)

Sextus smiled with eagerness.  In truth, it had been ages since he had tortured a woman.  And even then, it was at the behest of his commander at the time.  Men were so boring; the females oftentimes put up the stiffest fight.  Particularly when bound and secured.  Tonight would be a night to remember.  The red haired witch would soon learn why Sextus was called the Nipple Beast by Rome's finest whores.

Stepping outside his tent, Quintis called out to the guards leading the barbarian women.

"I've changed my mind.  Instead of crucifying the other prisoners, fuck them  and then have them sent to Crotus to help with the kitchen detail.  A proper place for women is to serve the men.   May as well start training them to be useful Roman slaves."

As he turned back to his maps, he couldn't help thinking about the red haired female with the blue paint over her body and erect nipples.  Thinking about the things he could do to her enflamed his manhood and distracted him.  after the events of the past few days, he need distraction.

A few hours later, still thinking about Erwana, he called for his guards to fetch her.  If he couldn't stop thinking about her, he may as well fuck her and then cleave her nipples.

While waiting for her, he kept thinking in his mind why it was so important for her to find him desirable.  After all, she is a prisoner of war and a slave; he could have her crucified or given over as a reward to his troops.  Even thinking of her as an equal, a Roman, almost made him laugh.

What did NOT make him laugh though, was the fact that his sister, Livia, had come to visit him this very day.  Even though their father, the senator Titus had forbidden her coming to Gaul, Livia, being the spoiled daughter of one of Rome's most important leaders, decided to flaunt the rules.  Again.  

What galled him the most was knowing that the real reason she came was to once again try and seduce him.  Ever since reading about how the pharaohs of Egypt married their sisters, all to keep the line pure, she was obsessed with seducing her brother, Sextus, the interrogator.

In her infantile mind, his humble position within the legion was only a stepping stone to greater glory.  She was certain that one day Sextus would lead his victorious legions across the Rubicon and achieves greatness.  Sextus and his family were convinced Livia was insane.

Not only insane, but she was a nymphomaniac.  She regularly kept a stable of thirty to forty slaves, officers, knights and sundry men on call to 'exercise' her womanhood.  She was sure that the key to knowing men was to fuck as many as possible.  Sextus even heard rumors that she had seduced their father and uncle.  He wouldn't put it past Livia.

And now, this sexual predator was here, in camp with him.  As if he didn't have enough to worry about what with Vercengetorix's army running amok in Gaul, and the traitor Ambiorix  lurking in the woods nearby, and his legion cut off from the main Roman forces he now had to deal with his cunt sister.

 And yet, in spite of all the complications, personal and military, facing him at the moment, all Sextus kept thinking about was the wild red haired barbarian wench, Erwana.  He couldn't stop thinking about the look she gave him; the anger in her green eyes spoke volumes of what she would do to him should they meet in the battlefield of lust.  They would undoubtedly exchange vicious blows and clash repeatedly on the furs laid forth upon the bed and in the end, either he or Erwana would conquer the other, taking what was won; spilling massive amounts of Roman seed and breeding until dawn.

He had won so many carnal battles in the past with noblemen's daughters, slaves, courtesans that his confidence in the outcome of his tryst with Erwana was absolute.  The one doubt he had, however, dealt with his sister.

Why the cunt had decided to show up at this moment, expressly ignoring the wishes and commands of their father was the one thing besides bedding Erwana that Sextus could not stop thinking about.  He was still unable to come up with a logical reason for her arrival.

He had told his sister numerous times that he would not breed her; yet here she was, again, throwing her pussy at him.  Sextus smiled, realizing that even his sister, did what all cunts did when their sexual hunger proved too powerful.  They spread their legs even wider.  And back when he was 15 he did indeed breed with her; numerous times.  They both used the opportunity to develop their skill sets.  

However, that was then, when they were both youngster exploring their bodies while filled with ideas from the tales of the gods, in particular, Jupiter, in his numerous conquests of beautiful Earth women (Zeus, the chief deity of the Greeks, was essentially the same god).  Oftentimes, he would pretend to be Jupiter while taking both Livia and his younger cousin Claudia.  He smiled at the memory of those ribald times.

But that was a time for youthful folly; the present was full of dangers and the last thing he needed was to fend off the amorous efforts of Livia.  Furthermore,  he realized that in addition to his sister, he was also distracted by the mysterious beauty of red haired Erwana, her child like body and erect nipples.  Gripping the hilt of his Gladius, he knew there could be only one solution to this conundrum before Vercengetorix's army attacked his legion.  Have his way with Erwana then crucify her.