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Red
Feline on the Cross - Chapter 1 - The Old House
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Red Feline
started slowly, rubbing herself at a pace that allowed
her to visit her parallel world, where the peace was
suddenly broken by a predatory race of people who
came from afar.
The communal existence of the tribe was interrupted
by the arrival of 500 Roman legionaries. They
were the advance troops of a far reaching empire.
The tribe did not have a name, they did not believe
in that. For a long time the lands near the
southern coast were the stage of bloody conflicts
between loose groups of people struggling to survive.
But the land was enormous and the fighting was
senseless and somehow some of these groups managed
to put down their weapons and organized and divided
the territory. There were a few tribes that
were abiding by that agreement and managed to last
a few generations. Until that fateful time
when the Romans arrived
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| Red Feline was letting
her excitement grow, pushing it calmly, heaving and
breathing slowly, feeling her skin tightening and
loosening. The images forming in her head,
the Romans invading the territory, laying the land
to waste, slaughtering the defenders of the tribe.
The Romans advanced slowly, subjugating entire villages
and conquering large territories. The news
of their advance was slow to reach the villages and
tribes on their path, so it was almost a surprise
when they finally arrived.
The Tribe was not ready when those working on the
farthest part of the land saw in the distance the
caravans of men and beasts approaching with thundering
sounds and clouds of dirt.
They quickly gathered to decide what to do. Were
they friends or foes? The Tribe was ready to
defend their land. |
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| Red Feline lowered her
dress to reveal more of her breasts and raised her
skirt to feel more of the wind on her body.
The images were rushing through her head. The
Roman soldiers advancing quickly, crushing the weak
resistance of the tribe. The villagers were defenseless
against the might of the 500 soldiers.
They had approached the area and sent an emissary
to demand their surrender of lands and people to Cesar.
Of course the tribesmen did not understand
a word of Latin, their dialect was very different.
They could not communicate with the invaders,
there was no way of reaching an agreement.
That was not an issue for the Romans who had only
one mission, to bring Pax Romana to this people and
to absorb their land into the empire.
The tribesmen reacted to the advance by trying to
fight with sticks, stones, bows and arrows. Their
lack of martial training was evident as the Roman
swords cut them in pieces. |
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The tribesmen did not
surrender their territory . They fought to the
death.
The Romans were merciless. In a short period of
time they slaughtered all of the fighting men and
some women who fought at their side. Some women
were hiding with the children.
When the fight was over, dead bodies were spread
over the conquered land. The price was heavy for the
Romans, many of their soldiers lay dead, many more
were wounded.
The soldiers rounded up the surviving women and
children, separated the boys from the girls and in
a swift act of cruelly, killed all the boys. Two
of the women fought to prevent the killings but they
were subdued.
Only five women and 15 girls survived the slaughter.
One of the girls was the daughter of the head
of the tribes council, her mother was one of the surviving
women, and she was one of the two who fought the soldiers
when they were to kill the boys. |
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| Red Feline turned around
to face the column, to press her breasts against
the cold and hard surface, while with her fingers
she continued playing.
She felt she was reaching a hight point, the fear,
the anticipation, the solitude, the emptiness
of the room, the breeze against her flesh, were
all making her shiver with pleasure.
She pressed her lips against the cold plaster,
her hands against her breast and inside her, her legs
trembling with pleasure, her skin ever more sensitive.
She took both hands to her legs while pressing
her breasts against the wall.
Her mind was racing with images of water falling
on her, fire burning around, the sting of heavy winds
crashing against her skin and the sight of the girl
watching as the Roman soldier took her rebellious
mother to a tree. |
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