Vae Victis - English Translation

[AdmiralPiet]

Teaser: Ilduara saw the romans eyes growing wide as he finally recognised her. An evil smile appeared on her face.

How much might he curse Fortuna now? Alone in these endless forests he escaped the crushing defeat and ran into the one woman that was not interested in any ransom he was able to pay.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Vae Victis - English Translation
Author: AdmiralPiet
Content Warnings: Apart from rape, also depictions of torture
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I had written "Vae Victis" under the original title "In den Wäldern Germaniens" ("In the forests of germania") for the german contest. It had not been finished in time for the contest deadline, and also felt not really fitting for the theme.
This is my translation from german to english

The story is set in the year 9 AD, directly after the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest.
The mentioned persons Publius Quinctilius Varus, centurio Marcus Caelius, as well as the Legio XVIII really existed, all else is fiction.
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Vae Victis

Cursed.

Only a single word, but enough to describe the situation in full.
He and none of the legionaries around him seemed to have the gods on his side.
The barbarians stood against them.
The foederati stood against them.
The weather, the forests, this whole cursed country had turned on them.
He wouldn’t have been surprised if even wildlife started to oppose them.

Three days had passed since Arminus’ betrayal. Three days during which the Legio XVIII had attempted to retreat south while under constant attack. In pouring rain, through rough terrain, in dense forests that left no room for effective formation.

At first they had five cohorts despite the cowardly ambush. Five cohorts united in the knowledge that Varus would lead them to victory in the end. But they never heard a word from him or the other legates. Their strength was dwindling. From cohorts, to maniples, to centuriae.

The young tribune of the XVII, Galerius Sempronius Secundus now found himself commanding the sad remnants of the legion. Centurio Marcus Caelius had fallen a few hours ago, leaving only the wholly inexperienced Galerius as officer.

He had hated his deployment to this godsforsaken province. Despite the border forts offering some opportunities for entertainment. The move northwards had promised honour and glory. Nothing of the sort had come to pass. And now he even got news of his scouts encountering resistance south of his position and retreating. Reports told of women standing against them.

Women! Barely a double centuria under his command and he was stuck with cowards running from a handful of barbarian sluts…

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Dawn was upon him. It didn’t make much difference in these dark woods. Galerius was alone. His unit had been routed for good the evening before. But that might offer him an opportunity to get out of this alive. A centuria was a target, a single man of no consequence.

The rain had finally stopped. Through the canopy he could glimpse blue sky. Maybe his fate was turning at last. For hours he struggled through the rough terrain, lost in dark thoughts


A sound startled him and he looked around. Not far from him a barbarian stood, armed with shield and spear, half hidden in the shadows. No. A female barbarian he realised. Improving his chances. She was big for a woman and had the advantage of the spears reach against his gladius and scutum. But only a woman after all.

But she did not attack him. For long second she was only looking at him, a undiscernible look in her storm grey eyes. Eyes that seemed so oddly familiar. Finally she raised her voice and screamed a few words in the rough language of the germani. Two of which he thought he recognised. Gunderona and Germira. Women’s names.

And indeed two more warrioresses stepped out from in between the trees shortly after. The first one was blonde, these two had rust red hair. Despite the blue warpaint obscuring their facial features he saw it at once: Sisters. The blonde gave frantic orders and they started surrounding him.

He was dumb for not attacking when he had the chance. He did now. But the women drew back. Galarius had to be careful and keep his back to the trees so he did not open himself up to attack. He was tired and soaked through. The three were not. For a while he tried to fight but they evaded him. Apparently too cowardly to face him in an honourable fight.

It was only a matter of time for him to get too tired to resist. His story would end here, hounded like an animal, by the hand of three women. His only consolation was the fact no one in Rome would ever know of his shame.

But there was a final option. His name would be linked to the military disaster. He would have to face accusations. But he would be alive. And if he was alive he could spin the story in his favour. He threw away the shield and spread out his arms. But he kept the gladius in a firm grip

„Tribune“ he said, indicating himself. “Ransom. Sestercius“ There was little hope the women knew Latin, but these three words would be enough. Surprised by this sudden turn of events they discussed among each other. At last the blonde gave him a crooked grin and nodded.

„Ransom“ she said finally in heavily accented Latin and rested the spear upright. The others followed her example. In return Galerius sheathed his gladius and started taking off his helmet. The barbarian came closer and when he started to say something everything happened very quickly. Before he understood what was happening the blunt end of the spear hit him in the head. So hard he lost consciousness almost immediately

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When Galerius came to he did not know where he was. His head ached. He was seeing stars and was nauseous. With some seconds of delay he realised he was bound. Between two trees, upright, arms and legs spread eagled into a big X. Armour and weapons were gone, only his tunic remained.

The blonde barbarian stood in front of him. Now without helmet but warpaint still on. Anger rose inside him. He wanted to curse and scream at the dishonourable wench but held back. Again that odd look in her eyes.
„Mercy“
She protracted the word. Spoke with a shaky, outright whiny voice. Begging
And he realised who she was…

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Ilduara saw the romans eyes growing wide as he finally recognised her. An evil smile appeared on her face.

How much might he curse Fortuna now? Alone in these endless forests he escaped the crushing defeat and ran into the one woman that was not interested in any ransom he was able to pay. Revenge was worth more

In her mind she had returned. Two years before she was laying naked below him in a roman border fort, begging for mercy. In Latin and her mother tongue. The more she begged, the wilder he got. He laughed at her and demanded her to beg again and again. Maybe he would show mercy if she only debased herself enough.

She never stopped begging. He never stopped raping her.

She had every reason to hate him. And the fact he did not recognise her at once only infuriated her more.

She turned away from the roman, who was now growing more nervous as he tugged at his bonds. She looked at Gunderona and Germira. The two sisters stood back. They had no personal animosity towards the tribune or the Imperium in general. But Ilduara knew they would stand by her side, no matter how she chose to take her revenge

„Let’s not keep him waiting” she said “Time to repay his hospitaility”

Germira took out a knive and approached the more and more restless roman. By now he was talking very intently about ransom and sestercias. But contrary to what he might be thinking, his last hour had not yet come. She quickly cut up his tunic. With Gunderonas help she forced a short stick of wood into his mouth and secured it firmly with a piece of rope.

After he was quiet the three women looked at the naked man. He had the body of a roman god. Cold sweat made his chiselled muscles gleam in the morning sun. Ilduara was flat out aroused as he fought against his bonds in rising panic.

Germira had put away the knife and was rummaging in her bag. She found what she was searching for and gave it to Ilduara.

„Fortunately I took it with me. You think it is big enough?”

With a crooked grin Ilduara looked at the carved wooden phallus in her hand. Privately she wondered how Germira was able to enjoy the oversized thing. But with a glance at the roman she said: “It will have to suffice”

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Galerius screamed into his gag. Wildly changing between begging, protest and threats. He knew he couldn’t escape what was coming. Deep inside he also knew he brought this fate upon himself. But despite all knowledge: He fought against it in wild panic.

The blonde barbarian had moved behind him and lowered herself to her knees. He felt her positioning the wood and clenched his ass cheeks. Sie posed a question to the other two. He did not understand but it seemed to cause amusement.

Then the pressure increased. She moved the phallus about until she hit the right angle. His sphincter held out for a few seconds before it painfully started to open. Tears shot into his eyes and he experienced something he had never known all his life: Shame. Burning shame that erased any other emotion. It made him wish he could fall upon his sword.

Deeper and deeper the device slid and the lack of lubrication made every inch more painful than the last. After an endlessly long time the phallus was inside him up to the carved balls. With the attached ring it was pulled out just as painfully and then roughly shoved back in. Every shove made the young tribune, by now crying his eyes out, scream into his gag.

Germira and Gunderona watched the show intently and not only a bit aroused. “He seems to like it” Germira whispered into her sisters ear. Indeed the tribunes manhood rose a bit further with each one of Ilduara’s brutal thrusts. Surely he was not feeling any true excitement but that wouldn’t stop the three barbarians from using it against him.

„We should help him“ Gunderona replied and stepped forward to take his cock into a firm grip. With a pumping movement she increased his erection. Germira meanwhile procured some leather straps from the romans armour that was lying nearby.

Galerius had not noticed his erection but Gunderonas hand made him painfully aware. He did not want it, but his body betrayed him. And as Germira started to wrap the leather straps around his penis and balls and tightened them any chance he might have had was gone.

The agonizing thrusts stopped and Ilduara placed herself in front of him. Her image was blurred by tears, but he heard her words clearly.

„Slut you called me.“

Indeed he used a translator to have her ridiculed when he realised she was getting wet back then. And had a whole contubernium continuing what he started. The slut had wanted it after all.

She gave orders to the other women. Then her knee slammed in between his legs without warning. The nauseating pain only men knew did let him see stars again. When it finally subsided Ilduara was back in rhythm and the redheads were in the process of undressing.

Gunderona clung to him as her sister kneeled in front of him. He understood what was supposed to happen and wildly shook his head. Galerius was hellbent not to let it come to pass. But when the one barbarians fingers scratched across his back and her free hand pinched his nipple, he knew he was fighting a loosing battle again. Goosebumps spread across his body as she started to nibble on his other nipple.

Germiras lips wrapped around his cockhead, while her hands gently caressed his shaft and balls. Bit by bit she took him deeper down her mouth. She knew what she was doing and also felt it in his reactions. His humiliation aroused her and before long her hand had moved between her legs. Her sister squatted down as well and they took turns working on him.

Galerius felt no lust, only shame. But from the beginning it was clear where it would end. Ilduara never tired. She fucked him ever harder as the sisters hungrily devoured him. The moments stretched into eternity as he lost his sense of time. He was at their mercy and all that he had left was to writhe in his bonds in vain. The gag no longer inhibited words, only incoherent wailing.

After an eternity it happened. Gunderona had his ball sack in a tight grip and let her teeth scratch across the sensitive skin. His cock slid deep into Germiras throat. He threw back his head and screamed in pain as the orgasm exploded inside him.

Germira let herself fall back and arched her spine. Loud moaning accompanied her own climax as Galerius’ sperm fell on her presented breasts

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Hours later the sun was almost in its zenith but below the canopy it was still cool. The air became more and more humid and stifling. Galarius still was bound and gagged.

With empty eyes he watched what was happening in front of him. His tormentors had lit a small fire and made their camp. The sisters were still naked. Gunderona was napping in the sun on a blanket, but Germira kneeled a few meters in front of Galerius and lazily played with her nipples and clit.

Over her shoulder she impatiently shouted something towards Ilduara. The prisoner barely reacted to what was happening, drowning in his shame. But when Ilduara approached his thoughts focussed. In her hand she carried willow rods she had cut to size until just now.

Now he understood what was arousing the barbarian and what was in store for him. The pain would be much easier to bear that what he had to endure this morning. Ildura did not hesitate. She threw away all the rods except one and gave him a brutal swipe across his muscular chest.

Germiras lustful moan was drowned out by his supressed scream of pain. His teeth sunk into the wooden gag. Gunderona got up as well and observed what was happening.

Ilduara drew back her arm again but waited until the tribune had composed himself again. Gave him time to prepare for the next hit. The reactions to the next lashes was more diminished then. They may have humiliated him, but roman pride forced him to fight on. Almost stoically he endured the torture.

„Strong you are“ the blonde barbarian acknowledged “But much time we have”

And as she talked Germira stood up, hand still between her legs and positioned herself behind him with another rod…

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Days later Ilduara observed a small roman fort on the border of germania inferior. The gate opened and a small group of legionaries marched out. She climbed off of the tree she used as a viewpoint and moved to a small clearing. Germira and Gunderona waited for her. Their hostage was kneeling between them. Gaged and hands bound behind his back. Only covered by a simple cape.


„They come“ she reported “Six men”. Towards Galeris she said: “Legionaries. Getting you” The prisoner who had until now stared into nothing became agitated.

The tribune was torn apart by his need for revenge and his desire to fall upon a sword to end his humiliation. Most likely he would order the legionaries to attack the barbarians and commit suicide afterwards. He did not ask himself why the three women seemed to not even be thinking of making their escape. Even though the legionaries would encounter them in the presence of a captured and obviously abused roman officer.

Quietly they waited until a centurion and five legionaries entered the clearing.

„So it is true“ the centurion said as he regarded the tribune. And Galerius despaired for good as he looked at the centurions face. They didn’t bring him to any fort. He was brought to the one fort where he bullied the garrison two years ago. The unnecessary harsh punishments to reinstate the discipline that was lacking in his view were the one thing. But here on the borders of the realm more than one legionary became entangled with a barbarian. Him having them all arrested and treating the fort as his personal whorehouse drove the garrison almost to mutiny back then. Only the superior strength of his own cavalry unit had deterred them.

Ilduara waited until all romans had come close and formed a semi-circle. None made any attempt to draw his weapons or help the visibly despairing tribune in any way.

„Present“ Ilduara revealed
She released the clasp that held the simple cape together and took it away. A moment later Gunderona kicked him between his shoulder blades and made him fall into the dust in front of his former subordinates. As he tried to get back up with bound hands and feet the naked man truly looked pathetic. In the last few days signs of a harder treatment with a whip had been added to the welts from the willow rods. The whips handle was now painfully stuck up his arse.

„Fortuna smiles upon us“ the centurion remarked. Mocking laughs by the legionaries answered him. And taunting remarks what they would do to him once he was back in the fort. Following a sign by the centurion the legionaries grabbed their prisoner. After freeing his feet he was marched off. Galerius struggled fiercely but to no avail.

The three barbarians had already turned to leave when the centurion stopped them.

„We will be busy with him for a few days” he explained before turning around to follow his laughing subordinates. Ilduara had planed to let this be the end of it. But it took all of her restraint not to accept the invitation…


End of Story
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I hope you enjoyed this and the story gets some more exposure this way.
Please feel free to tell me your thoughts in regard to the translation.

I had tried to stay very close to the original but changing it where the translation started to sound clunky or unnatural.