“We had better have a bath Juliena, Neronicus stated after the crowd had started to disperse. No, don’t put your clothes on. I want everyone to see my new slave. You’ve got nice tits and that red arse of yours should make a good few pricks rise. Normally the two girl soldiers, the officers and their wives had special times for entering the baths so as not to be in there with the garrison men. Slaves of Centurion and higher ranked legionnaires were permitted to help dress and undress their masters but were of course not available to rank and file soldiers. Neronicus wanted to proudly show off his slave to everyone. It seemed the whole camp decided they needed to bathe at that time. The baths quickly became crowded especially around her and most of the men sported erections. Julie wondered if she was going to be the centre of a mass rape but Neronicus was having none of that. Julie was his slave and his alone unless he decided otherwise. You can look at my slave but no touching. I won her in a fair fight, she’s my prize. Mine and mine alone. Hands off! he ordered. Fortunately the men seemed to respect this and backed away but watched as Julie was forced to wash her master and made to pay special attention to his genital area, which of course, caused his prick to rise.

Neronicus led to a seated area and bent her over low stone stool. I’m going to try your bottom hole this time, Juliena. Pull your arse cheeks apart, that is unless you want some of my friends here to do it for you. Although bathing had eased the pain from the earlier leathering, her buttocks were still very tender and she winced when her hands gently gripped her cheeks and pulled them apart.

Standing to one side, Neronicus made sure the assembled crowd could clearly see both her holes. Julie blushed furiously at the obscene display she knew she was giving. She also knew Neronicus would make the most of her second public rape and force his prick into her. It would be painful, more so if she tried to resist.

“Let me suck you first, Julie pleaded, hoping to be able to put some saliva on his cock as a lubricant to ease penetration.

Neronicus didn’t object. Indeed he encouraged her. Put plenty of spit on Juliena, and then try and open yourself as wide as you can. She did as asked and Neronicus rubbed the first lot of saliva around and into the entrance of her hole and then when back to her mouth for more. This time he tried to penetrate her entrance. Open up and hold tight, he ordered.

Julie knew from previous experience what to do. The only difference was the size of prick now poking at her rear. A cry escaped her lips as the prick head forced the sphincter muscles to open. The crowd was really close by now and was shouting at Neronicus to shove it in hard”. Fortunately Neronicus didn’t heed them but slowly, inch by inch, forced his way in until his balls hit her thighs. He leaned over her, gripped her breasts and started to pump into her arse. His efforts received more encouragement from the crowd. Harder, harder, harder, they shouted. Once again Julie was the centre of their attention.

Suddenly silence. Neronicus stopped in mid-stroke. Centurion Pablonicus entered the room. So our girl soldier gets to do what she should be doing for the second time today! he boomed. Give it to her hard Neronicus, she’s better equipped to take your sword than she is to wield one. If I had my way I’d have her and that Hollicus fastened down in the barracks for everyone’s pleasure. The Centurion stood at Julie’s head and raised his toga. You don’t mind if I use the other end of her do you Neronicus? Neronicus knew better than to say no.

Julie felt the Centurion thrust deeply into her throat and tried to pull back but her head was held firm. She had no choice but to take it and hope the Centurion would come sooner rather than later. He did. Spurt after spurt of thick jism went into her throat and down her gullet. The pumping stopped but Julie knew she would have to continue licking and sucking until the prick softened and was clean. "I wish I didn't have to lead the night patrol tonight," Pablonicus muttered, "I'd ask you to loan her for an hour or two. Maybe if they get back after they fail in their mission."

Neronicus pistoned into her arse for some minutes more and then he too shot his seed, this time deep into her bowels. Although she knew what was coming next, the thought was still repellent to Julie and she had to force herself to open her mouth to receive the sticky prick that had just been removed from her arse. Her mouth retained the taste of the centurion’s spunk and now another flavour would be added, and not one she liked. Julie sucked it anyway.

“Remember your vow to Brutus, the centurion reminded Neronicus. Wash it all down with a good drink of piss. Again Neronicus didn’t dare go against the wishes of his superior and Julie coughed and spluttered as she tried to keep pace with the flow of warm liquid that gushed into her mouth and throat. Finally Neronicus allowed her up.

“I need to piss too, Master, Julie stated, May I go to the latrines please? Instead of allowing her to visit the women’s latrine, Neronicus took her into the men’s. Again she had to perform in front of an audience but she was getting used to that now.

Later Neronicus took her to the barrack room and allowed her to wear a toga but not her tunic. They rested awhile on his palliasse. Snuggled close to him, while he gently fondled her breasts, Julie could almost forget about the tenderness of her arse from the earlier thrashing and from the more recent anal rape. Walking to the dining area quickly reminded her though. Having rested, the bum muscles had stiffened and made their presence known at every step.

However the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation, she felt when in the dining area. An area was always put aside for soldiers' wives and normally Holly and Julie would eat there. Tonight Julie would eat with the men, which wasn’t a problem until the centurion’s wife Phoebe, aided by the other wives, started making catty remarks. Julie tried to ignore them but when Neronicus stood to leave, Phoebe called him over. Would you mind showing us the results of her afternoon’s spanking? she asked sweetly. Neronicus ordered Julie to bend over and then lifted her toga. Bring her closer Neronicus, we want to see clearly, Phoebe requested and when Neronicus complied she went on, Oh yes, quite a nice purple colour now. Mind you I prefer to see sharp stripes from the cane or whip. Still perhaps by morning there will be some on top of the background colour she now has. I’m sure my husband would turn a blind eye to your using the whip on her. He’d probably assist.”

“Sorry ma’am. Governor’s orders. She has to be fit to walk tomorrow.”

“Pity. I would have loved to see you whip her. What say you ladies? she asked of the other wives. They of course agreed with her. And then watch while you and the men use your poles on her. My husband tells me you have reamed her bottom and she serviced him. I trust you will allow as many soldiers as possible to use her before she leaves. That at least shouldn’t affect her walking too much. Phoebe now had her hands on Julie’s bum and was feeling her holes. Yes, I’m sure it would do a lot for morale if the men made good use of these. What do you think ladies? The rest of the wives gathered round and felt and pinched Julie’s sore bottom. I think we wives ought to make use of her too, Phoebe, one of them remarked, Why should the men have all the fun? Surely you wouldn’t mind loaning her to us Neronicus?”

For a short while, Neronicus hesitated. Ladies you may have her for one hour. After that I will need her as a prize for this evening’s game in the barracks. Julie wondered what he had planned but that was put to the back of her mind as Phoebe and the wives led her away.

The centurion’s quarters was palatial compared to the barracks. Remove your toga and lay back over the end of that couch Juliena, Phoebe ordered, We want a good look to see how a slut's holes differ from ours. Julie did as requested. The short arm of the couch rested across the end of her spine and her legs dangled to the floor. A wife that Julie knew slightly, straddled her face. Get your tongue working in there slave, she said. The cunt that touched her lips was dripping with spunk. Julie wondered whose it was because the husband was still out on patrols. She had little time to wonder, the woman on top of her took both of Julie’s ankles under her armpits leaving her sexual organs exposed to the wanton delights of the other wives.

Although she couldn’t see what was happening, Julie could feel their fingers and tongues probing her holes. Her juices flowed and she became very wet must to the merriment of her tormentors. This continued until the woman on her face, climaxed and lifted herself off. Julie’s face was smeared with cuntal secretions, which caused further snide comments from the wives on the type of face cream she used.

Phoebe’s hands now started to maul Julie’s breasts causing her to cry out in pain. I thought a soldier could take a little more pain than that Juliena, Phoebe laughed. I would have thought they got plenty of treatment when you are out on patrols with the men. Perhaps we should see what pain they can take. Sore tits won’t prevent you walking in the morning. Hold her down ladies while I send for the cane. A local girl slave brought with a polished wooden switch. Show Juliena what this lovely piece of wood does to a girls tits, Brita. It will be the second time today its marks have adorned a woman’s breasts. Phoebe thrust the girl forward so Julie could see how badly marked her breasts were. Squeezing the tender flesh cruelly, she went on, How would you like yours to be decorated like that Juliena? You’d have something to remember us by for a long time.”

“No! Julie yelled. You have no authority to do that. I am not your slave. Neronicus didn’t allow you to cane me anywhere.”

“He’s not here dear and I am sure all these ladies will help me. Hold her girls. Two grabbed her wrists and two her ankles. Julie was still on her back on the couch and already in position. Phoebe swung the cane. It landed hard, leaving a vivid line across both breasts. Julie’s scream pierced the air.

“I’m not taking any more like that, Julie said to herself. I’m not having my tits welted like that Brita slave. With a quick unexpected jerk she freed her right hand and swung her fist into the face of the woman holding her left arm. Seconds later as Phoebe was about to send a second stroke crashing down, the cane was torn from her grasp and she felt a back hander from it cross her stomach. The two holding her ankles let go and Julie sprung to her feet. Swinging the cane she made them all kneel. Phoebe shouted to the girls to get hold of her but pampered spoiled wives were no match for a trained soldier especially one angered and abused. The first wife to attempt it ended on the floor with a stripe across her arse.

Using the cane as a sword Julie herded the women into a corner. "Ladies, I know the way you pleasure each other while your husbands are away. No doubt some of your men are at home now and waiting for you in your apartments. I am now going to allow you to either go to them or to enjoy each other in your own places. You probably that Hollicus and I share the same feelings and enjoy each other when we can so before you go, each of you ladies will come and kiss my cunt. I shall expect to feel each and everyone of you put your tongue deeply inside of me. Those of you who don't wish to do so, may take a couple of lashes with the cane instead." Murmuring broke out. "Ladies, you wanted to see and feel me, now you have the chance. When you've all done, then Phoebe and I can get to know each other's bodies a bit better. I've only half an hour left here but after I've serviced Neronicus again, I can come back and have a longer session. I've pretty well exhausted his weapon so I'm hoping he'll allow me some time with his master's wife. I would therefore appreciate some privacy until I leave at dawn." Again more murmuring but one of the women got up and put her tongue in Julie for a few moments and then left. Others followed. They knew Phoebe's love of young women and seemed to have no objection to leaving her with Julie although she still held the cane. In was unthinkable that she would harm the centurion's wife.

"Let's go to your bed, Phoebe dear." Julie indicated the way with the cane. Phoebe realising she wasn't going to be in control of the situation and might even get hurt, made a dash for the door. A sharp back-hander with the cane across the top of her thighs felled her. She hit the floor hard and Julie was quickly on top. "Slave Brita, hand me the curtain braids," she yelled. When Brita hesitated, Julie threatened her with another dose of the cane. Quickly Julie trussed and gagged Phoebe. I shall be long gone before your husband gets back Phoebe dear so I'm going to tickle you a little, like you would have done to me. Perhaps next time you cane anyone, slave or free woman, you'll know what it feels like." She glanced at Brita, now standing passively at one side of the room. "She'll have to get away otherwise she'll be whipped," Julie thought, "But I'm sure she'll enjoy watching her mistress get her caning."

Julie started with the woman's arse. Ten times she laid the cane across those white nates each one leaving a clear red stripe. "Am I really sadistic like this," Julie asked herself and then remembered it would have been her being striped had not she turned the tables. She lashed six across the woman's breasts. "That will do I think Phoebe. No need for me to be really cruel." Looking at Brita she ordered, "Bring me the key to this room." The slave went to a carved marble bowl and produced the key. They left Phoebe locked in her room, still bound and gagged.

"Brita," Julie spoke quietly, "You know what will happen to you when she's found in the morning?" Brita nodded. "Then go to the guardhouse now and say your mistress sent you to be well and truly serviced because you didn't perform well for the centurion earlier. It will be up to you how you manage to get through the gateway."

In the barracks, Neronicus greeted her, "Here's the prize soldiers. An hour with my slave, Juliena. Only one silver coin to enter the competition." Julie could see some of the men were already playing 'stones', a game played by placing pebbles on a square grid marked on the earthen floor. It quickly became clear it was a knock-out type competition, where the men played the best of three games and then the winners played the other winners until only one was left. That one got Julie for and hour. "At worst I'll just get fucked twice, I doubt any of them will get it up more than that in one hour." The competition drew slowly on. Down to the last eight now and these were of course the better players and he games took longer. Neronicus cuddled and fondled Julie while they watched the play. Finally it was the last two. They each won a game and then drew. The decider was also drawn. Neronicus wanted to flip a coin to decide who had Julie but no one thought that fair. The two had fought many hard games to get to the final stage.

"Neronicus? Why not let us both have her at the same time. There's only about an hour left till lights out and I'm will to take her in the arse and he wants her cunt so we can do it at the same time," one of the winners asked. Julie didn't know either of them by name. We can swap over if we can get our pricks up again." To Julie's horror, Neronicus agreed and to the cheers of the onlookers, she found herself first impaled in the bottom and then in her cunt. Both then started and kept up rhythmic strokes to the accompaniment of clapping. Once they started Julie was surprised how aroused she became and quite enjoyed the double fucking. "It's not something Holly or I have tried for real," she said to herself. Neither man was willing to remove his prick after it had shed it load. Julie had to lie sandwiched between them until they stiffened sufficiently for a second attempt. Finally when she thought it was all over, Neronicus took her again and at last she could sleep. It seemed no time at all before Holly woke her and they were on their way.



"I think we ought to quit while we are ahead Julie," Holly suggested, "See if the escape button has been activated. Dad said he would after we'd played for a few hours and I think we've been though enough for one game. I'm hellishly sore and I guess you are too." Julie pressed the button.

"Bath and bed for you girls," Zeke ordered, "You've been playing for thirty-one hours. I'll bring some drinks into the bathroom for you and something to eat. You better have a good rest before you go on, that is if you decide to go on. At least with that game you had a little more of a chance to get your own back and you both had a go at wielding the strap or cane as well as being on the receiving end.

Soon the girls were asleep, cuddled in each other's arms. It would be a long while before they wanted another session of the Bodicea game.