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The biggest fires were already simmering down when the scout party of decurio Quintus Grafitus arrived at the border town. It was almost dusk, which meant they didn't have enough time to return to the base camp. They would have to camp somewhere in the woods with any survivors of the attack while the attackers could still be nearby.
Quintus didn't like it. The sight of the burned down homes reminded him of the campaign in Dacia. But even without the horrid view on the scorched buildings, He would be out of his element here. Rescuing villagers, galloping to all the corners of the province, maintaining the peace. The 37 year old Iberian born Roman would rather be looking at the sight of a amphora full of wine and a young maiden.
He looked at the village again and saw the smoke circling up with the bright orange light of the setting sun behind it. It made for quite a view. Well, at least the barbarians seem to have left, Grafitus thought to himself. But then again, where were the villagers?
His men had searched almost half of the houses and had only found the few remains of the slain Roman soldiers that made up the small garrison. There were some signs of combat but not a lot. But what alarmed Grafitus the most were the small puddles of blood they kept finding. He was interrupted in his thoughts by his second in command.
'What do you make of this, captain?'
Quintus could see that Jovian, a veteran from the campaign in Dacia, was concerned.
The decurio honestly had no idea what to answer. It was like the whole village was kidnapped, but there were no known tribes in this part of the empire that would dare to risk something like this. Murdering, pillaging and plundering? Yes. But taking a whole town hostage? That wasn't their modus operandi.
Maybe some barbarian chieftain had persuaded his men that they could take on the great Roman Empire. It would be suicide of course. Rome had enough legionnaires to spare for a campaign against a small band of barbarians fools, although Quintus would be making sure he wasn't one of these legionnaires.
Within a month a small army could be assembled from the garrisons of Damascus or Byzantium and these primitives were no match for efficient Roman infantry. In any case, where would the barbarians take all these villagers? The Black Sea was controlled by Roman galley's and the Caucasus mountains made any land escape almost impossible.
But what if it wasn't just a barbarian fool? Quintus quickly dismissed the thought and decided not to share his speculation with his adjutant. He had enough on his mind already without a crew of demoralized men.
'Probably some small raiding party', he said to Jovian. He tried to focus on the surroundings to clear his mind.
'But first things first. Send a messenger to the fort to inform the commander of what happened.'
He was interrupted by one of the legionnaires.
'You have to see this captain!'
The scout was standing around a corner behind one of the larger houses. When Grafitus approached the wall he could hear the gasps of his men and he got a sickening feeling in his stomach. He prepared himself for some horrific display of barbarian intimidation. But when he turned the corner it was one of the strangest spectacles he ever saw. A young woman was sitting leaning against a wall.
She was probably in her mid twenties and thankfully very much alive. She had chestnut brown hair, a pale complexion and wore the kind of dress a daughter of a patrician would wear, but there was nothing distinguishing about her current situation.
Her dress was half torn open and hiked up above her hips as she held one of her exposed perky with one hand and rubbed her clit furiously with the other. Her bare curvy thighs were shaking as she seemed completely entranced. She was sweating and interchanged high pitched moans with feverish gibberish. Her eyes were closed as if she were in some erotic meditation or a dream intent of having sexual release. When she opened them; she just glanced into the distance with a strange vacant stare, keeping her hand pressed on her love button. One of the soldiers waved his hand in front of her eyes, but she didn't seem to notice him or didn't seem to care. When Quintus looked closer he saw little wounds on her neck and her breast.
Normally a denuded woman would cheer spirits up, but the soldiers were stunned at this sight. They looked at the decurio for orders.
Trying to regain his composure he told them to cover her up and give her some water.
'Is she the only survivor?' the decurio asked the soldier who found her.
'It seems like it, sir.' The soldier looked distressed. 'We only found a few more bodies from the garrison. The rest of the town seems to be deserted, but we did find tracks leading out of the eastern gate. It seems they led the villagers out through there.'
The men were still trying to find out what was wrong with the woman.
'Have you ever seen a fever like this captain? What kind of sickness is this?'
For a second, Quintus didn't know what to say. He had never seen a fever like this and at any rate the girl seemed more possessed then sick. We need to find the others for answers, he concluded.
'She's probably shocked from the whole ordeal. Who knows what these barbarians have done to her or the other villagers. Get her some clothes.' He pointed to two men and ordered them to take care of her. When he saw the horseman getting ready to head to the base camp he grabbed him by the arm and softly said.
'Tell the commander that decurio Grafitus expresses his utmost concern about the situation. Tell him that Rome must hear about this.'
If the barbarians took all the villagers they wouldn't be moving very fast, Grafitus reckoned. The elders would slow them down. Problem was, the barbarians would at least have a few hundred fighters. Confronting such a force was madness with the dozen horsemen he commanded. But if they could not confront them, they could at least gather intelligence.
His train of thought was interrupted by a deep moan of the young girl on the ground. In a sexual haze she rutted like an animal as her mind was intent on solely her primal feelings. It became clear how The beauty's legs were soaked in her own love juices. There was no doubt she had an orgasm of epic proportions.
'Walk with me', he said as he turned to Jovian. The latter noticed the tension that came over his leader.
'Are you up to the task?' Grafitus asked out of the blue.
Jovian was confused by the question but he quickly added two and two together.