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 Barbarian Town

   by

   Doghead_2000





   All day the might of the Roman Army with their skills of tactics had
been defending the town.  Most of the fighting had taken place outside of
the town's walls, their massed legions formed up into squares and lines of
troops.  A colourful and powerful display of men, armour and weapons spread
out around the town's perimeter.

   Since daybreak the Barbarian warriors of Queen Bodica had mounted attack
after attack on the Roman forces, never standing to fight, just quick
overpowering sorties against first one flank and then another.  What they
lacked in training and tactics they more than made up for in their shear
courage and brutality.  The Roman's never knew where the next attack was
going to come from, by the time the Barbarian's raced in, it was too late
to move their troops into new formations.

   Slowly but surely the Barbarians were cutting down the Roman lines,
their shear ferocity breaking up the chosen victim columns.  Queen Bodica's
chariots with long spinning blades on their axles, cutting down any fleeing
Roman soldiers without mercy.  The landscape around the town was turning
red from the blood soaking into the soil, the ground being littered with
the bodies of soldiers and warriors, most in the uniforms of the legions of
Rome.

   The Roman Garrison Town of Crondonian was the next in line of a long
list of targets to be hit by the Barbarian Queen's armies in a revenge war
against the soldiers of Rome.  It had all started when the Romans had tried
to subtagate her tribes by attacks on their own villages.  Her people had
been slaughtered, the Romans raping and pillaging the local tribes.  On one
attack, her own young daughters had been raped and she herself had been
publicly horsewhipped in front of her followers.  Instead of breaking her
spirit, she had managed to escape and form her Barbarian armies up into a
vicious army of revenge, which worked its way through the land, ridding it
of the invading Roman Empire.

   By the mid afternoon the garrison's defenders were reduced to small
units of surviving soldiers.  All attempts to combine their units into a
fighting force thwarted by the Barbarians, who would mow them down as soon
as they attempted to move.  Most of their senior officers now lay as bloody
carrion for the crows on the battlefield with their men.  One by one the
ragged units turned and made a break for the walls of the town, hardly any
made it, the Barbarian chariots cutting them down en-mass as they ran for
their lives.

   Finally the Barbarian Hordes closed in and circled the small town's
wooden walls.  Inside the town, defended only by the few struggling
survivors of the conflict, Merchants, Religious leaders, Politicians, their
families and the families of the now dead Roman officers and their slaves,
cowered in fear at the invading hordes outside the gates.

   Those on the walls watched in fear as the massed chariots of the
Barbarian Queen circled the town and pulled up in the body strewn area of
the battlefield in front of the towns main gates.  The Queen, dressed in
body armour taken from a dead senior Roman Commander in a previous battle
raised a large horn to her lips.  She made a striking figure, the armour
that she now wore making her look powerful like a man, however her shapely
long bare legs were all female, as was the long black hair that streamed
away from her beautiful face in the afternoons breeze.

   The horn she held sounded out in a long vibrating blast of sound that
could be heard for miles.  Her armies raised their weapons and started to
chant war cries to their gods, then the whole army of warriors surged
forward as one.  The few defenders left had no chance; the hordes tore down
the gates with their bare hands, shear weight of numbers splintering the
wood into matchsticks.  The towns other gates were all broken at the same
time, as were some weaker sections of the wall itself.  A flood of
bloodstained, fur-covered warriors stormed into the town from every side.

   The defending soldiers that were left were cut down where they stood,
hacked to pieces in a frenzied attack that left them no chance to defend
themselves or run.  Civilian men who tried to protect themselves or their
families were also cut down without mercy by the attacking warriors, even
women and children were slaughtered in the initial rush if they got in the
way of the rushing hordes of advancing Barbarians.

   Slowly Bodica's Chiefs started to bring the bloodlust carnage to a halt,
and the townspeople were captured and herded into the town's main square
instead of being slaughtered on the spot.  Men, women and children were
rounded up from their hiding places in buildings and forced out into the
open to join the rest of the surviving population in the square.

   The survivors were split into distinct groups guarded by armed warriors
at the Queen's instructions.  The Politicians and Merchants and their
oldest sons, in their fine clothes and Roman togas were herded into one
group, their wives and daughters in their traditional white loose togas
were spit into another group, female slaves were placed in a third group
and a forth group was made up of the male slaves and male children of the
Romans.  This last group of males was led outside the town gates and
slaughtered.  Barbarian warriors hacked into them with swords, axes and
scythes, until not a single male slave or Roman boy remained alive.  Those
captives still inside the town cringed at the screams of terror and pain
that drifted over the town's walls from the massacre.

   The female slaves were marched off to one of the large town's buildings,
formerly the home occupied by the Garrison Commander.  This would be used
as a sort of brothel, the slaves available for the warriors to rape and
sodomise at will until they left the town.

   The Warrior Queen on top of her chariot observed the two remaining
groups of hated Romans before her.  This campaign had been one of revenge
against what had happened to her and her family, as much as repelling the
foreign invaders from her lands.  These Romans were the reason for the
garrison in the first place, without them the invaders would not be trying
to settle in her lands.  She would have her revenge on these people, like
she had on previous garrisons along the way.  Her warriors would enjoy
carrying out her wishes, for they had their own revenge to dish out to the
invaders.

   Five of the men were separated from the group and made to strip naked in
front of all the other prisoners, these were selected as the most affluent
members of the group by the Queen, they included a couple of politicians
and merchants, as well as a high priest in his robes of office.  Once they
had reluctantly stripped, they were dragged over to the middle of the
square where the Queen and her chiefs had their chariots lined up in two
lines facing away from each other.  The men were forced down onto the
ground on their backs.  Ropes were attached to their wrists and ankles and
then pulled tight and tied to the back of two chariots so that the men were
spread-eagled naked on the ground.

   Drawing a long knife from her belt the Queen approached the bound men.
She bent over the priest's body and took hold of his manhood in her left
hand.  With one movement of the knife in her right hands she sliced off the
man's penis and bollocks and threw them into the group of women prisoners.
As the priest started to scream out like a stuck pig at the pain, she moved
on to the next man.  Again she leaned over and castrated the man and
through his sex organs over at the now screaming women.  One after the
other, she mutilated the men's reproduction equipment and threw them into
the females captives.  Then she walked around to her chariot and stepped up
on the back.

   Taking her whip up in her hand, she signalled for the chariots to start,
all ten charioteers brought their whips down on the backs of the pairs of
horses and the vehicles leapt forward as one.  As the chariots moved the
bound screaming men were lifted up of the ground to be suspended at full
stretch in the air.  Then limbs started to tear off as the powerful horses
dug into the ground and broke into a gallop.  The men's bodies were torn
apart and dragged around the square behind the chariots until their screams
has ceased to echo around the town.

   This was the signal for the torture and slaughter of the rest of the men
to begin.  The barbarians grabbed the men and stripped them of their robes.
They used knives to mutilate the screaming men's bodies and firebrands to
burn their skin.  Some of the men were castrated while others had their
genitals toasted into shrivelled useless lumps of meat.  The men's screams
filled the town for over an hour, as they were tortured continuously.  The
barbarian's knives slashing their throats eventually slaughtered those who
did not die from the shock of their torture.

   By the time that the men had all been killed, it was getting dark, so
the women prisoners were locked into one of the houses under guard for the
night.  The barbarians ransacked the town, getting drunk from the ale that
they found, and feasted on the various cooked meats and supplies of exotic
fruits that collected from the various houses and stalls.  Throughout the
evening and for most of the night, there was a steady stream of warriors
trailing in and out of the former Commanders house, using the slave women
captives for their own sexual pleasure.  Some made love to the women, but
most brutally raped or sodomised the girls, who were beaten and tortured
throughout the night.  By morning half of the women had died from the
treatment that they had endured, some of the best looking ones, literally
raped to death.

   The next day, the female Roman prisoners were left alone until late
morning, as a result of the barbarian's heavy ale-induced hangovers and
preparations required by the Queen and her chiefs.  Warriors were set
various tasks constructing platforms, frames and implements, while others
were set tasks of digging holes or finding tools required for the day's
forthcoming events.  Just before mid-day, preparations were completed and
the Queen ordered warriors to the house to fetch the women.

   The Queen's Chiefs knew what was required of them, so she mounted a
hastily constructed platform, along with her warrior daughters and sat down
on some large chairs that had been produced for them.  From here they were
able to watch all of the days events unfold in front of them.  The
forthcoming events were designed not just as an act of revenge and warning
to all Roman invaders in their land, but also as an entertainment for her
men, to boost their loyalty to the Royal family.

   The women and girls were led out into the centre of the square, crying
and huddling together for comfort and protection.  At a signal from the
Queen to begin, the warriors waded into the crowd of females and broke them
up into groups, tearing mothers away from daughters.

   The group of youngest females, which included children and young
teenagers, were marched over to a constructed line of wooden rails.  Built
like a fence, but with only a top rail about three feet off the ground. 
All of the girls were pounced on by the men and stripped of their garments.
Each naked girl was then bent forward over the top of one of the rails, and
then her wrists and ankles were spread apart and tied to the girl next to
her or one of the upright supports.  Once the eighteen girls had been bound
on full display, the warriors turned their attentions on another group of
women.

   The next group, sixteen older women, all well into their forties and
above, were marched over to some more rails.  These had a top and bottom
rail.  The bottom rail was only a few inches above the ground, however the
top rail constructed over seven feet off of the ground.  Once again the
warriors pounced on the females, stripping them of all their clothes.  When
they were naked, they were strung out by their wrists from the top rail,
their feet were spread out wide and tied to the bottom rail with rope,
leaving them spread-eagled upright in full view of the barbarians.

   The largest group of women were the next to receive the barbarian's
attention.  There were thirty-one females aged between their late teens and
up into their forties.  This group was the best looking of the female
captives.  Most were the wives or older daughters of senior town officials
and military officers, their white togas embellished with broaches and
chain jewellery, their hair was done up on top of their heads in the trendy
style of current hi-fashion in Rome.  The barbarian's pounced on the women
were they were, shredding their garments and stripping them down completely
naked.

   As each woman was stripped, half a dozen warriors dragged her out
screaming into the centre of the square, where she was thrown onto the
ground and spread-eagled.  While some of the men held her arms and legs
wide, others dropped to their knees and impaled their cunts with their
erect penises.  The women were brutally raped by each of the men, who
rutted into them like wild animals, fucking their cunts with a ferocity
usually only seen during battle.  A smile crossed the face of the watching
Queen as she watched the women being taken violently by her men.

   After the six men had fucked each woman's cunt; she was flipped over on
her stomach and once again spread-eagled out on the ground.  The first
rapist again mounted the woman, but this time he would force his erect cock
deep into the screaming females rectum, pounding his meat deep up into her
bowels with each massive thrust up her arse.  Again all six men around each
girl took their turn raping the females rear passage, pumping their seed
deep into her shit-hole before they finished.

   When each group of men had finished, they dragged their female over to
some more rails, which were like those that the young girls were on.  The
women were bent forwards over the rails and secured with ropes, their legs
spread wide and their arses in the air.  Sticky sperm, and in the cases of
some, blood, trickled down the legs of the women from their cunts and
anuses.

   Warriors crossed over to the chariots and collected the whips used on
the horses, then went to stand behind the spread-eagled older women.  After
a signal from the queen, they started to lay into the women with the whips.
The women's backs and buttocks started to show lines of black and blue
bruises as the whips tails found their mark on the screaming women.  When a
female passed-out, she was brought around again after a bucket of cold
water was thrown over her.  The Queen and her daughters savoured the
women's screams while they watched, Bodica had once felt the sting of one
of those whips herself in the enemies hands, now she savoured seeing the
Roman female flesh suffer the same fate.

   Stepping down off of the platform, Bodica and her two daughters were
handed a whip each.  They stepped in front of the line of bound women and
started to lay their own revenge on the girls flesh.  However their targets
were to be far more accurately selected.  As charioteers they were well
trained in the use and accuracy of using the long whips as weapons.  They
selected the women's breasts as their targets, striking first one women's
breast and then another, moving up and down the line of screaming women at
will.

   When all the women's breasts were shredded and bruised from the whips
violent kisses, the three Royals altered their aim lower.  Aiming for the
patches of hair between the women's legs, they started to pummel the
females cunts with the flicking ends of the whips, often timing their
strokes to connect as a woman was jerking her hips forwards in response
from one of the men's whips on her arse.  Nearly all the females passed out
at some point and had to be revived with cold water.  Tiring of inflicting
pain on the women themselves, they handed the whips to some of their Chiefs
and went back on the platform to watch the fun continue.

   While the whippings carried on, the Queen indicated for the rest of the
men to start on all the other females.  Every barbarian not using a whip
collected a switch made from strong, long twigs previously prepared.  They
crossed over to both the young females and the already raped and sodomised
females, and started to thrash the female's arses and thighs with the
switches.  The men took great pleasure in sometimes bringing the switches
down on the females spread open pussies instead of their arses.  Soon the
whole square was ringing from the screams of the female victims.

   Eventually all of the females were covered in welts from the beatings
that they had taken, their buttocks and thighs a multitude of red, black
and blue lines, more than a few of the switches had been broken over the
girl's arses, thanks to the eagerness of the men to inflict as much pain as
possiable.  Still the afternoon was wearing on and other things required
doing before they left the town.

   At another signal from the Queen the switches stopped and were thrown
down onto the ground.  The warriors all moved over to the rails where the
youngest females were bent over.  The first eighteen men, including some of
the chiefs, stepped behind the young girls and released their penises from
their leggings.  Although the girl's voices were hoarse from all the
screaming that they had done, they all again screamed out as the men's
swollen cocks were slammed into their small virgin pussies.

   The men pounded their cocks in and out of the girl's young cunts,
ignoring all of their screams of pain, tearing apart not only their hymen,
but also their young cunts themselves.  When the first lot of men had
emptied their semen into the girl's cunts, they were replaced by other men,
some of whom also impaled their cunts, and others who rammed their cocks up
the girl's rectums.  Again the men fucked the girl's young bodies until
they had shot their seed into their cunts or arses, to be replaced by yet
more men.  This went on until all of the warriors had fucked the screaming
girls.

   Then Bodica gave the signal to start the final act of retribution
against the Roman women.  Lots of nine-foot wooden poles were brought into
the square; at about six inches in diameter, one end of each pole had been
sharpened into a very sharp point.  The oldest women were first to be taken
down from their frames.  Six at a time were released and spread-eagled on
the ground by the warriors.  While the women's legs were spread wide apart,
the pointed end of one of the poles was placed between each of their legs.
Then the poles were rammed up into their cunts as far as they could be
pushed.  The six women and their poles were carried over towards the road
leading to the town's main gate, where a row of holes had been dug on each
side of the road.  Before the women's poles were upended and placed into
one of the holes, the barbarians sliced their breasts clean off of their
chests with sharp knives.  Then the poles were stood in the holes with the
women impaled on the top through their cunts.  As soon as the men let go of
the women, their own weight started the long painful process of death by
impalement.  The next two lots of older women were then impaled on poles
and planted in the holes at the side of the road without their breasts.

   The barbarian's then turned their attention on the other women who were
forward bent over the rails.  Again selecting six women at a time, they
released their arms and held them stretched out above the women's heads,
forcing their bodies out at right angles to their legs, which were still
spread out wide and bound.  Again poles were picked up and placed between
the women's legs.  A couple of men shoved the poles pointed ends deep up
into the women's cunts, before their legs were released and they were
carried over to the road.  Like all the older women the women's breasts
were removed before the poles were placed into the ground.  All thirty-one
of the women were impaled in the same way, half a dozen at a time, until
they were all sliding slowly to their doom.

   The younger females were then impaled in the same way and carried over
to the road, however only a few of the girls were de-breasted as most of
them only had little pimples where there breasts should be.  Sixty-one
females now lined the road out of town impaled on poles as an example to
all Romans of the severity of the barbarian's revenge.

   Groups of warriors were now sent out to burn the town's buildings to the
ground, while another party was sent to fetch the twenty-three surviving
female slaves and the bodies of the twenty girls who had died during the
night from the former Commanders house.  Before the barbarians finally
departed the burning Roman town of Crondonian, they cut off the breasts of
both the living and dead slave girls, and left their bodies also impaled on
poles at the side of the road as a warning.  A hundred and eight female
cunts filled up with sharp wooden stakes as a living, at least for a while,
sign of their victory over the Roman invaders.

   The End