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Filename: resurrec.txt
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story_codes: M/g(11), semi-cons, cons

story_intro: An aging soldier stationed far away from home finds himself adrift in his life. Then a chance encounter with a young prostitute gives him more than he could have expected.


story_language: English




Resurrection

Written by madvlad


	Tertius eyed the soldiers more critically than the loud throngs of locals who had crowded the streets in this dusty regional city. With now more than twenty years of service in the legions, he expected little from the subjugated populous aside from noise and trouble. But these lag-abouts in Roman armor barely scraped muster as second rate in the centurion's seasoned opinion. 
But there was little he could do but to pass along his observations to the garrison commander - a patrician's boy who was doing his time in the military to build his stature before he entered the Senate.

	Upon completion of his service, Tertius had returned to Rome, his native city, and found himself as an alien among the once familiar alleys of the Aventine. His two older brothers were dead and he barely knew their wives and children. His sister and brother-in-law were there, but he hardly knew them, really and their children weren't sure what to make of this gruff stranger that was their uncle.

	Within days, Tertius was spending his days in a tavern not far removed from the Forum, drinking with other pensioned centurions and other veterans. Like him, they had no desire to purchase some land and become a farmer, overseeing tenants as they had their troops. But Rome itself seemed somehow hollow and lacking.

	One day, he joined a few of his fellows on the Campus Martius, watching as the youths enlisted for service and were formed into ranks under the eyes of an optio who barked orders that the over-awed teens could not comprehend.

	"Hard to believe we were ever that young," remarked one retiree.

	"Or that stupid," added Tertius, drawing some laughs from their little group.

	After a few hours of observation and comments, another veteran took Tertius aside.

	"I've heard of you," the man said. "My name's Caelius and I'm looking for a few men like you - still fresh from the legions without time to get soft in the body or the head."

	Tertius acknowledged this with a noncommittal grunt.

	"The thing is, some of these far-flung garrisons lack the discipline of a proper legion. They serve governors who are simply interested in filling their purses and whatever debauching needs they hide while in Rome. The corruption trickles down, you know, like the rotting bodies down the Gemonian Stairs to the Tiber."

	"Which means what to me?" Tertius asked.

	"A staff position. Replacing those in command is difficult, but having someone of your gravity would put some iron in the ranks."

	It didn't take long for Tertius to agree. When he had left all of those years ago, he had done so as a true son of Rome. He always considered himself that way until his recent return. Now, he felt more like a bastard some of a Rome he no longer knew.

	His assignment took him well away from Rome to a dingy and rather troublesome corner of the empire. It wasn't long before his arrival had unnerved many of the sloths in uniform. Drills became more rigorous and equipment better maintained and cleaned. But there was only so much Tertius could do. If he was seen as undermining the overall authority of the commander, it could sow too much discord among the ranks.

	Had Tertius held command here, he would have used his vitis, the vine wood staff of a centurion, to whip these soldiers into shape. They might be bastard sons of Rome, but by the gods he'd make them disciplined bastards.

	At least the legionaries on this particular street were showing some no-nonsense spine now that Tertius was here. There were some men - some of the natives - scheduled for execution today. That was nothing terribly remarkable except that the governor, for some reason, was making the bloody spectacle of one man who was some kind of agitator before he was taken to the hill.

	But the crowd actually seemed to be enjoying it, shouting obscenities and curses at the man. With two decades of legion language ringing in his ears, Tertius was neither impressed nor amused by the quality of the epithets.

	But some people seemed troubled. They watched silently; grieving. At first, they gave Tertius some concern for fear that might try to free the man. But it soon became apparent that they were not here to fight. At last, the gory entertainment had passed and the people slowly dispersed. There was some local religious festival that went on for over a week and they were preparing to do whatever it was they did. It was certainly no Saturnalia. In that, Romans orgiastic skills were unsurpassed.

	As the soldiers lined up and marched off in something that resembled a military formation, Tertius turned to see a young girl looking at him. He was typical of the locals - olive skin and dark hair. Although she was just a slip of a girl, the look she gave him from her long-lashed, dusky eyes was clearly an invitation as was the tip of her tongue which lightly traced along her wine-red upper lip.

	Tertius frowned as he regarded her. She was on the young side to be a whore but at least there was less of a chance that she carried the pox. With a practiced eye, he noticed the barest hint of swelling on her chest beneath the dress she wore. He hadn't had his oats sowed since arriving at this land that Jupiter wouldn't even use to wipe his ass with and he figured this would be as good a time as any. It wasn't as if the garrison commander eagerly awaited him - or even expected him on any schedule.

	Making eye contact with the girl, Tertius walked past her and heard her lighter steps as she fell in beside him.

	"What's your price?" he asked.

	The girl told him and it seemed about right for these parts.

	"My name is Eila," she added.

	Tertius grunted, not giving a damn about getting to know the girl except where it counted - between her legs. She led him to a building in reasonable repair and up to a small pair of rooms on the upper floor. Inside were two other girls - both smaller than Eila but likely her sisters judging by their features. There was no sign that any adults living here now but Tertius knew there were always orphans in any decent sized city.

	How these girls had managed on their own, well, the oldest, Eila, was obviously the one to be credited. With his eye for detail, he noticed how surprisingly clean all three of them were - a mother's touch. The two little ones held a sadness in their eyes. Ah, perhaps very recent orphans, then.

	To his surprise, Eila asked for half of the money up front. Tertius laughed and was about to turn and leave when Eila called to him.

	"Please! I only want to get some food for my sisters before we...we go to bed."

	Tertius looked at the strewn straw with a blanket on it that must have passed for a bed. No matter, he had fucked in alleys and on the blood-soaked soil of invaded villages, so this was nothing out of sort for him.

	"My sisters will stay here while I get them something," Eila added. "So I couldn't possibly run away with your money."

	Regarding the two younger girls, Tertius saw that they were alarmed at being left alone with him. There was little risk in Eila abandoning them and if she did, well, he'd been robbed worse by whores. He placed some coins in Eila's hands and then added some more.

	"Get me some wine and food," he ordered. "I plan to stay a while and make you earn your money."

	In good time, Eila returned, giving some food to her sisters before shushing them and sending them to the other room. Tertius had one cup of wine - not bad at all - before he removed his clothing. Eila stood still, watching him. Tertius had a collection of scars from his service, but nothing extraordinary that she wouldn't have seen on other soldiers she serviced.

	"Well?" he asked, waving his hand at her.

	Gone was the strumpet's face and Eila suddenly looked even younger than she was. Unsteadily, she removed her sandals and then her dress. Standing as the man surveyed her nude figure, Eila blinked rapidly to keep from crying.

	"How old are you, girl?"

	"Eleven."

	Tertius barely nodded - she was as young as she looked. She was more child than woman; her slim figure lacking any mature shape in the hips and her vulva completely smooth. On her thin chest were two budding breasts that would each fit easily in the palm of one of Tertius' hands. Still, there was something in her youthful vulnerability on the cusp of impending maturity that aroused the centurion.

	"Come on, then," Teruis said, motioning Eila to get on the bed.

	The girl did so, lying stiffly with her legs closed and her arms at her sides. Tertius exhaled impatiently as he pulled her legs apart - he was certainly overpaying and he wasn't sure if fucking her twice to make up for that would be worth the effort. And that was assuming he could get it up again in good time.

	Kneeling, he pulled her up to his erection but found her slit dry. Shaking his head, he reached for the plate where she had laid out some bread and olive oil for him to eat. Dipping a finger in the oil, he rubbed it on Eila's hairless mound and pushed a little into her cleft. She flinched at the touch but he paid her no mind. She was going to be a tight fit and needed plenty of lubrication.

	After rewetting his finger, he pushed in even deeper. Something resisted and Eila gave a short cry. Momentarily confused, Tertius probed again and then laughed.

	"By Jupiter's brass balls! You're a virgin!"

	Eila burst into tears.

	"Please, sir! I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to deceive you. But it is now only me to look after my sisters and..."

	Tertius held up a hand to quiet her but couldn't stop chortling.

	"I've heard of many a girl having to apologize for not being a virgin, but this is the first time there's ever been one apologizing for still having her cherry."

	Eila looked a little relieved but quite confused.

	"So you're not angry with me?" she asked carefully.

	"No, girl. I'm not. I suppose I'll have to teach you about pleasing a man but I'll still pay you in full. It also means I may have to teach you a second time but I doubt I will be able to manage any more lessons after that. I'm carrying too many years to go on like I did when I was a youth."

	Eila looked so pathetically grateful at his kindness that she gave Tertius pause. Was it compassion he was feeling? Perhaps a bit of guilt? He shook his head. If the girl was on her own, fending for herself and the little ones, she was going to have to sell her body some time. If he didn't pluck her flower, some other man, most likely another soldier with some of Caesar's coin, would do the demolition. Still, he would try to be, if not gentle, a little less rough with her.

	Eila shuddered as the man's glans slid into her oiled slit, opening the smooth petals of her sex. Looking at her face, Tertius saw a familiar expression - one of enemies on the battle field who knew his death stroke was coming and nearly the same on women as he was about to make them spoils of war. The battle here was already set with the fate of the girl's innocence already ordained.

	He took her with a hard thrust, making her shout a brief bark of pain and arch her back. The sprouting mounds on her chest nearly flattened completely as her body went taut. In the first stroke, the child's maidenhead surrendered to his cock, opening her untouched channel to his member.

	Eila gulped for air as her defloration continued with the soldier's hardness boring into her, pressing against the walls of her cunny and making her a woman in there. But her smallness and tenderness was still prepubescent and her pussy wetly hugged at the prick as it stroked in and out of her body.

	Transfixed, Eila stared at where the man was holding her hips, pulling her up to him every time he pushed into her. His thick, veined cock appeared to be too big to fit inside her, yet it kept sliding into her hairless, stretched opening. When he withdrew, she could see the blood of her lost innocence marking his shaft. And she could feel it where she could no longer see it, an unfamiliar presence that was stoking unfamiliar sensations in her young loins.

	Tertius held her tightly, his huge, calloused hands wrapped around the girl's slim, smooth body as he rutted in her freshly opened hole. She was responding - he could tell by her breathing and the ever increasing slickness in her snatch. His need for release was peaking and he sent his seed thundering into her barely ripening little womb. Eila's response was garbled as her womb was filled.

	Remaining still, Tertius panted, still grasping the young whore. For a moment, his penis softened but then it became engorged again. Amazed, Tertius slid his hands up Elia's sides so his thumbs could press on her diminutive chest mounds.

	"Um," she murmured, her light brown nipples stiffening.

	Then her eyes went wide as she felt him growing inside of her.

	Tertius lifted her upright so that she was trapped, impaled on his cock. He lowered his head, nuzzling the childish breasts. He pulled one in his mouth, sucking on it like a soft, exotic fruit. Eila's hands flew to his shoulders, resting there was she was unsure what to do. Tertius lightly bit down on the tender titlet, juts enough to make it bulge slightly between his teeth while his tongue lashed the hard nipple.

	Eila was twisting her pelvis, instinctively making her twat grind against the meat inside to build on the intense feelings she was enduring. In response, Tertius began rutting into her forcefully. Gone was his restraint and the girl, newly deprived of her virginity, now craved his animal-like actions.

	Her head tilting back, Elia moaned as she fed him her deliciously mauled titties. His prick ravaged her cunt and she kept constricting in pulses around the thrusting member. Together, they moved, undulating in conjoined lust. The eleven year-old's snugness was nearly impossible to plumb but she was so slippery that she could not have resisted his repeated invasion if she wanted.

	When the madness seized her, Eila wanted it to burn her, to consume her utterly. Her slim legs wrapped around the soldier as he continued to pound her, bouncing her on his turgid prick. Everything part of her being downed in the orgasmic waves that flooded her and only as the tide recede did she feel the man erupting inside her once again, adding his heated semen to her feverish state.

	It was growing dark yet neither of them was done. Had he bothered to consider his reactions, Tertius might have wondered if he was feeding on her youth, restoring his vigor. But there was little thought as they copulated roughly, with grunts and growls as their bodies twisted and heaved. When their throats were silent, the thick, bubbling sounds of Eila's plundered little pussy taking his cock filled the modest room.

	At some point, exhaustion took hold. But in the golden morning, they resumed again, painting shadowed, moving pictures on the walls. Tertius couldn't get enough of the preteen as her tightly stretched channel continued to grasp at him. But it was more than just her sex - he desired everything about her - her entire body, her lust, and her soul.

	And to Eila, she felt as if he was churning boiling honey in her sex, sweet and scalding. Her tiny breasts felt full and swollen in his hands and mouth and every insemination in her body was as if she was melting where his seed touched. She was becoming more than she had been and needed to feed from him.

	Their shadows shifted, moving to the other wall eventually before the sunlight faded. At last they stopped, lying wrapped together in mindless slumber.

	Tertius blinked and tried to recollect his lost time. It had been day when he got here and then night. But it had been day again and...

	Groaning, his rubbed his head. Eila shifted and opened her eyes, looking as confused at the loss of time as he. Parched, he gulped wine before giving some to her. She drank sloppily, sending red rivulets that ran off her chin and onto her chest. One stream ended on her breast, a drop of wine collecting on the nipple like a shimmering ruby. Tertius licked it from her and considered going at her again. But his age was finally returning and he didn't wish to end their time with a fruitless attempt.

	Besides, he felt utterly and blissfully drained for the time being, No, he had to get up and return to the garrison. Not that he would have been missed, but duty was duty. And he needed some time to recover before returning here. Speaking of which...

	He fumbled at the bag of coins that was hidden in his discarded tunic. He put the other half of Eila's fee on the table and then deliberately added more to the stack.

	"You'll take no coin from any other man but me," he commanded.

	Eila leapt at him, hugging him as far as her thin arms could manage as she pressed her face against his hairy chest. No further words needed to be said and she watched silently as he finished getting dressed. Turning to leave, he saw Eila's little sisters staring and wondered how much of the last two days' action they had seen. Undoubtedly plenty, judging from their expressions. He gave them a wink and then walked into the sunlight.

	Something was happening. Tertius could practically feel the electricity among some of the locals - excitement and disbelief and hope. Spotting two legionaries from last Friday's execution squad, he asked them what was happening.

	"We thought it was rumors at first, sir," said the first soldier. "But it looks to be true. One of the men we executed has escaped from his tomb."

	A dead prisoner on the loose? This lot of imposters in legion gear didn't derserve to have Mars piss on them.

	"He couldn't have done that if you sorry bastards had done the job right now would he have?" barked Tertius in a prickly tone.

	Seriously - botching a fucking crucifixion?

	"That's just the thing - he was dead for sure," the first soldier insisted as he gestured to his comrade. "Longinus here checked with his spear."

	"That's right," said the second soldier. "Put it in good right between the ribs just to make sure he was done in."

	Tertius could smell a lie from a soldier a mile away and Longinus seemed perfectly truthful.

	"Keep your wits about you and keep your eyes and ears open for any trouble. Let the governor or these local high priests deal with escaped dead men if they wish," Tertius ordered before the two continued their patrol.

	That was really all he could do and he felt no uneasiness about it at all. Tertius felt the lightness in his body and spirit and some purpose to his being here. He didn't give a damn about some Judean rabble rouser rising from the dead, but it was certainly a fine day for his own resurrection.



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