EXTRACT FOR
Erwana of Gaul
(Kim Hardwick)

Turning to his left, he addressed the Decurion, Quintis Plautius Avienus, "Tell me Quintis, how was it that you capture these barbarian sluts?"

Quintis turned from Sextus and glared at the women, "These harlots induced my more inexperienced troops to follow after them into the woods, whereupon other sluts jumped my men from tree branches and surrounded the troop.  There were about 20 others, all women and all practically naked similarly armed.  They slew six of my men before I was able to reach the troops and saved them from the ambush.  I was about to slay these cunts when suddenly there was a shrill cry from deep in the forest.  Upon hearing this cry, the women instantly dropped their weapons and gathered in a group.  Their leader, this red haired she demon, spoke to me and offered to trade the lives of her warriors for information."

Sextus listened quietly to the account.  He asked Quintis, "How is it that you know the language of these barbarians?"

"I don't know their pig language; she spoke to me in our language."

Sextus could not have been more surprised if the god Jupiter himself had showed up at that moment and proceeded to shit on his command table.  He turned to Erwana, "How do you know our language?"

Looking him askance, as if he were a dog begging for scrapings from the roast pit, Erwana said, "Best to know the language of the wolf, the better to kill him."

"Insolent bitch!  Let me crucify her Sextus!" Quintis was about to draw his Gladius when Sextus raised his arm.

"Hold!  Take the other females and crucify them after raping them; this one remains with me tonight."  Sextus smiled as he saw her flinch.

Erwana gave her companions a quick look and then returned her hate filled eyes on Sextus.

"Roman pig, if it takes me a lifetime, I will gut you and cut your fucking head and then shove your cock up your ass!"

Sextus laughed, "You may have to wait in line bitch!  Guards, take her to my interrogation tent!"

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 needed 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 knew 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.