LUPIS GLORIA ROMANI
By Dan 1966 and Ademi
(cub/cub, adult/cub, rape, gay sex, vore, gore, torture, slavery)

Rated Quad X (And you think Caligula was bad?)

Based off of Harmarist and Kittaness Sheath and Knife Comics and Disney’s Zootopia (c) 2016

Chapter 2

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Southern bank of the Roana River

      “grrrrrrr”……..”ruff”……”ruff”……...”grrrrrr”…….”Plunk!”

      The big tri-colored gray wolf sat alone on a rock at the water’s edge. He was deeply contemplating the expanse of the river that lapped gently against his toes with an occasional “growl” or “light woof” escaping his lips.

      He left Rome seven months back to the shock of the Senate, his words coming back to give him a happy chuckle as he thought of what the Senate President said on the steps as Cesar mounted his horse…

      “You can’t leave us! We’re in the midst of a slave revolt, where could you possibly go at this terrible time?” The Senator asked.

       “Why? To the meat market. You have capable generals to handle a few miserable “antler growers” don’t you? Obviously you’re not paying you slut Pompei enough are you?”

       Oh that was rich! The sight of so many nobles watching in stunned confusion as the fourth to the twelfth heavy legions marched away towards the North. Fifty thousand legionaries, servants, slaves and a supply train that followed them for miles moved North towards the Roana River and now….they were stalled in camps waiting for Cesar to come up with an idea.

       “Plunk” Another stone flew into the river as the great wolf general pondered his options. Beyond the expanse of the fast flowing and unpredictable currents of the Roana lay the Tusker Confederation where swarms of mammals had been fleeing the paws of Rome for refuge. So many prey mammals had evacuated the Roman proper in the last ten years as to begin to threaten every day subsistence itself. Even with all the slave farms producing as much meat as their whores could pump out every week, it wasn’t enough to feed every predator in the ever growing empire.

      Long had the Tuskers been the devil of Rome since the day “Rufus the beloved” faced them at the Mersali Bridge. The memory reminded Cesar that the annual offering day was coming up. Rufus Lynx was still dear in the heart of every wolf even though he was a cat. Here was Roman virtue at its’ purest form and Cesar made sure it would be passed forwards to inspire his legionaries to great feats of courage.

      Yet how do you get great feats of courage when you’re stuck in camps with no where to go? The very sight of the Roana made Cesar broil...so much so that now he sat panting and dripping saliva from his tongue. He slipped off the rock, paced nervously back and forth whipping his tail around then “barked” at the river...as if that would somehow change anything. He went back to the rock and pondered again.

     Five previous counsels of Rome had tried to force cross the expanse and five times they met disaster. If you couldn’t get a legion across intact, you were screwed and the only time you could cross was in daylight and that flashed a beacon to the entire confederation. Counsels landed with piece meal parts of legions and the Confederates tore them apart. Every pray mammal from bunnies to bison were trained by the Tuskers to be deadly with archery and they turned the river bank into a slaughter house.

      The last counsel of Rome came back shaved, de-clawed, de-toothed, de-tailed and raped like a brothel whore and carried like a trophy on a game hanging shoulder staff. Good thing he was killed and burned before the news reached the city. That fool lost Rome three good legions.

      Cesar rubbed his head...his ever balding head. The one embarrassment he’d been fighting to keep hidden since he was a mid-ling wolf, his ever growing bald spot where there should be gloriously flying fur. He always chalked it up to two things that plagued him all his life...attack of the nerves and Epilepsy.

      The seizures were sometimes light, just momentary loss of though and temporary paralysis of the face and sometimes they were horrible spasms of muscles and uncontrolled agony. It was then that he smiled for his little blessing in life, His servant Questriatus.

       The small otter was turned over to Cesar as a slave in Rome because his parents couldn’t pay the rent on their small home in the city and the rent collector just happened to be one of the General’s many minor patrons in his service. “Let me take the cub and you can call him your payment.” Cesar told the rent collector. In reality? Cesar hated the renting system in the city with a blood passion and the courts even worse. The Roman court system was like a damn with a hundred finger holes in it. Corruption was leaking through the bull works faster than you could work to plug up the holes from which the dirty money flowed. Yet the small otter uttered not a single complaint about his station in life. And at this time, the great General viewed the obedient water dweller as more a friend and someone he could confide in with confidence that their talks would remain their own personal knowledge..

         Another thing Questriatus did without complaint was aiding Cesar when the big seizures hit. The proud wolf hid a secret for all but the loving young otter… he was forced to wear cloth diapers like a babe because he would often loose himself when the big attacks hit. Questriatus could sense them coming on long before they struck with their brutal intensity and he would quickly summon two “Pretoria” (Legionares who personally guard Cesar) to quickly spirit the General to a quiet place and remove his clothing and armor before the full onset of the attacks caused his body to spasm out of control. Quickly….the otter would force a dowel between Cesar’s upper and lower jaws to keep him from biting his tongue off and would talk slowly and soothingly as the big wolf suffered and lost control of his bowels.

      Cesar would always cry after these episodes from shame and as he recovered his lucidness, there was his beloved little servant with tears for him, gently kissing and licking him on the face while soothing him with gentle words. Then the little otter would suffer to change Cesar’s diaper and help him compose himself. Cesar closed his eyes as he sat by the river and wished he had a thousand little  Questriatus’ to fill his house hold.

      And just by chance, the little otter came walking up to Cesar’s side and for the moment, both of them stared long at the moving river until Questriatus reached up to grab hold of Cesar’s battle Sagum, the skirt of thick leather straps or “flags” which draped down over and around his waist and upper thighs…

      Questriatus pointed to the river and asked….”Father? Why do you not simply bridge the river?”

      As a wolf, as a commander, Cesar was unique from previous Roman generals. Self-reliance and arrogance were often the hallmarks of Roman counsels; had the otter been with any other Counsel? More likely he would have been slapped harshly or kicked away for even opening his mouth. Cesar found such conduct stupid and foolish, to him….from a slave to a pediatrician, every Mammal was his superior that he might learn from them. Cesar was not totally ruthless, he had spared industrious prey mammals like bunnies because they showed adeptness at mathematics and estimating, he had a whole tent set up in one of the camps for bunnies to toil away at the figures of running an army in the field and he lavished them for their efficiency. Often he stepped in to prevent legionaries from being killed for disobedience, not because they might become good soldiers but because they possessed some trait that helped Cesar get an edge and in combat, everything that could give a commander an edge….had to be exploited.

      So now with little Questriatus, Cesar reached out and gently petted him...”If you could prove to me that I could bridge this river? I will give you your freedom. How’s that?”

       The otter perked up, nodded his head rapidly with glee on his face and ran off on all fours down the forest trail until he came to a large clearing. In the space of a day’s labor, 50,000 predators, servants and slaves had transformed a four football field sized plot of forested land into four separate wooden fortifications housing two legions a piece. Reaching the gate of one of the square compounds,  Questriatus got on his hind legs and walked up to the two legionares standing watch with their javelins (Their Pilums) and their big rectangular war shields…

       “The Counsel is still down on the river bank?” One of the wolves asked.

        “Yes.” Questriatus replied. “I need to see the horse caretaker Cossus Herenus.”

        The wolves let Questriatus into the fortified camp where predators were busy doing all manors of work or amusement. The camp was a mixture of different smells and sounds, including a group of Legionaries, a mix of predators, who were having a little enjoyment tormenting a naked pig among themselves. Tossing him back and forth, tripping him into the muddy ground, punching him...”

           Questriatus Walked up to the group as one of them, a big tiger, was pushing his foot down on the head of the poor pig. “What’s this?” The otter asked with a tone that for the moment sounded sympathetic.

          “Tonight’s fair.” The Tiger said with a snarl. “He’s a plump one isn’t he?”

          The pig looked at Questriatus as if hoping for some clemency but he wouldn’t find it...”Yes….he does look nice. You should stuff him a little more before you throw him on a grease pole so he’ll be extra tender when he’s done.”

         The Tiger pulled the pig off the ground...”What a splended idea Questriatus?” The Tiger snarled. “Would you like to select a piece for your plate?”

         The otter shook his head in reply. “Now you know I am merely beholden to fish and other sea life. But please? Do enjoy him. Oh? And please show him some mercy if you would?” Questriatus said waving a paw and just as quick...A wolf stretched out his arm with a dagger in his paw and sliced the pig’s throat open!”

       The prey mammal spasm’d, coughed and chocked on the froth of his blood as it gushed from his opened neck and arteries. He stood for a moment with a look of horror on his face before falling forwards and splashing onto the wet ground.

       Questriatus leaned over the still quivering body...”Now you can’t say we Romans are not generous...can you my friend?” The otter said. He then turned away towards the stable pen where the horses were being kept…

       Cossus Herenus (A black and brown Alaskan Wolf) was working on a saddle when Questriatus entered the pen...”Cossus? I need some things from you.”

       “And they are?” Cossus replied.

       I need a rope of five Pertica (39 feet in length) and something heavy enough to sink but not too heavy that I can’t swim with it.” Questriatus replied.

       Cossus walked around his pen and gathered several loops of long ropes and a forged iron ring. “Here...see if you can carry this ring?”

       Questriatus nodded with approval and soon took the weight and the ropes in a leather bag he could pull around by himself….except he wasn’t going to pull it by himself…

       “Stay here.” Cossus said as he gestured with a paw and walked out of the pen. He soon came back with a bunny behind him wearing an iron collar around his neck...”This slave will carry your bag for you.”

        Questriatus smiled at Cossus...”Thank you for being so kind. I need all my strength for what I’m going to do for Cesar.”

         “And what exactly are you going to do that mighty Cesar would need you?” Cossus asked.

         “I’m going to show him how to bridge a river.” Questriatus replied. He then gestured to the bunny...”Pick up the bag and follow me?” and began walking back to the river.

         “You need to keep up slow poke.”  Questriatus said to the young rabbit who struggled to keep the bag over his body. “How long have you been a slave?”

          The Bunny didn’t answer as the two mammals walked through the woods… “I asked you a question? How long have you been a slave? Rabbit?”

          “Since…..since I was a kitten Sir.” The Bunny replied. 

          “Obviously you are a piss poor slave if you can’t manage a burden that’s light for me to carry.”  Questriatus said as he looked back.

           “We bunnies are not crafted for such ungainly burdens Sir.” The Bunny replied as he struggled with the bag as it flopped around on his paws. Suddenly... Questriatus ran up with his muscular body and just crashed into the poor rabbit! Throwing him off his feet as the bag fell to the ground!

           “A pathetic excuse!” Questriatus snapped as he snatched the bag. “This is a trifle for a Roman! You should be grateful you’re even allowed to live you cotton tail’d rat! You know what would happen if I came up to Cesar with this bag over my head and you walking behind me? Maybe Cesar feels merciful and just snaps your neck? Maybe he drowns you? Maybe he orders you crucified? Maybe he orders you impaled for cooking?”

           The poor Bunny groveled at Questriatus’ feet...”No! Please! I don’t want to die! Please! I’ll carry the bag! I’ll do my best! Please don’t report me to Great Cesar!”

            Questriatus kicked the Bunny in the face...”What a pathetic display! At least have some dignity for yourself? Ewwww….you smell like piss and snit too. Stay away from me you filth. Now pick up that bag and carry it correctly or you will die and I swear by Jupitor my friend...you will die slow enough to bring pleasure to the Roman gods with your cries!”

            The Bunny lifted the bag over his head. “Yes Sir! Yes I will carry this bag because it means my life. Forgive my wretched behavior.”

            “I’ll consider it.”  Questriatus snorted. “So tell me Bunny? Are you from a production farm? Was your mother one of those filthy whores who got flucked three times a week? I bet her pussy was a gaping hole from all the big Wool hares’ who took turns on her huh? And they let you live? How many siblings were you born with? Sheesh they always save the ugly ones.”

            Questriatus heard sniveling and turned around...”Are you crying slave? Did I hit a nerve? Did you even know your mother?” The otter strutted up and smacked the Bunny in the face! “You better wipe that sad face off your puss rabbit. I don’t care about you, no one cares about you or your flucken used up mother. You keep crying slave and you will die!….horribly! Do you understand?”

          The Bunny nodded as he shivered. 

          “You better not pee from being scared rabbit? I so much as catch a dribble out of you and I’ll cut your penis off and shove it down your throat.” Questriatus snatched a paw full of Bunny fur and threw the slave ahead of him...”MOVE YOU STUPID RABBIT!”

         It wasn’t long before Questriatus exited the woods and found Cesar still brooding on his rock seat….

         “I’m back father.” Questriatus said as he dis-robed out of his Roman Tunic and gestured for the bag. When the Bunny gave the otter the long rope, he quickly fell to his knees, laid his arms out before himself and pressed his face to the dirt. Cesar noted the trembling…

        “Did you scare him?” Cesar asked Questriatus.

         “Yes.” The otter replied. “But he was no trouble. He worked very hard to follow my commands and was very obedient. I think he’s very much worth keeping around. He tries very hard to please and is very polite even for his station in life.”

          The Bunny was suddenly surprised by Questriatus’ glowing report and further surprised when Cesar commanded him to sit up…

          For his part...Questriatus turned to the river, took a deep breath and waded in up to his neck. “Father?” He said to Cesar. “I think two hours should be enough to examine the river? You should probably prepare a counsel of war when I return.”

         Cesar waved a paw and watched Questriatus vanish. He then regarded the Bunny slave…

          “Slave? Sit up.” Cesar commanded which the Bunny quickly did so. “Come over here and file my paw nails on my feet.” He said as he produced a file and showed it to the bunny. Then Cesar curled his lips in disgust...”Ewww...bunny? Bath yourself. Your stink offends my nostrils.”

         “I can not bath myself illustrious Sire.” The bunny replied cowarding...”If I do? My master will beat me severely.”

        Cesar snarled. “What does your master do? Use you as a damn latrine? Bath now! Forget your master, he no longer owns you. You are my servant Questriatus’ slave now. Now bath you filthy bunny!”

        The bunny grasped one of Cesar’s feet to kiss it but Cesar pushed him away. “No! Bath first you filthy thing! What is your name?”

        “Stefinus, glorious Sire.” Stefinus replied as he slowly removed his tunic and backed himself into the river, hiding himself shamefully until he was sitting in the water…

        “Rest easy.” Cesar said. “Questriatus won’t be one to have you roasted on a whim. You’d make quite a pathetic side dish any way.”

         “Sire?” Stefinus said as he held his ears. “Thank you for being merciful.”

        Cesar waved a paw in return without saying a word or regarding Stefinus further as he finished bathing and sat naked in the grass to dry.

2 Hours later…

        One of the Legates (Lei-gat-tays) who commanded one of the eight legions came walking up to the General as he continued to gaze at the river. Snarlitus Quentus was a brown Siberian wolf with a red hair tuft whom Cesar nicknamed “Clip-ee-oh” because during one battle some time back, poor Quentus had been tackled and half his tail severed by a pair of bulls…

        “Are you intending to be here long into the night?” Clip-ee-oh asked as he stooped down, using a pilum for support.

        “I am waiting for Questriatus to return. “Cesar said. He noted Clip-ee-oh’s regard for the naked rabbit sleeping in the grass with his tongue rolling over his chops…

      “Don’t even think about it Clip-ee-oh?” Cesar warned. “He belongs to  Questriatus.”

        Clip-ee-oh pointed to the river. “Let me guess? You allowed him to go swimming in the river? He’s gone. Probably laughing at you from the other side.”

        “He wouldn’t do that.” Cesar replied. “He is a predator and he knows I love him very much. He won’t leave me.”

        “Care to wager?” Clip-ee-oh snickered.

         “I wouldn’t.” Cesar said with a smirk as he pointed. Sure enough…  Questriatus returned. Cesar immediately kicked at the sleeping bunny...” Attend to your master slave!”

            Stefinus quickly and obediently wrapped Questriatus in his tunic then stood with his paws hiding his nakedness and his head lowered. “I am very happy to see you Master.”

           Questriatus looked up at Cesar. “Master?”

            “Well he is yours?” Cesar said nodding. “You are a free Roman are you not? Judging by your face, you have good news to tell me?”

          “Yes Master!” Questriatus replied with a bow. “The river is only three Pertica (24 feet) deep! The bottom is soft sand with some rocks. It should be very easy to bridge.”

            Cesar stood with a look of joy on his face. “Excellent! Wonderful work  Questriatus! And no more “Master” my little beloved. From now on I am Julius to you.”

           Questriatus began to sob...”I am not worthy of that honor great wolf...”

           Cesar bent down and lovingly kiss licked the otter’s head. “You are worth a hundred of yourselves to me Questriatus. Go back to the camp and have the quartermasters provide you with a furnished tent of your desire.”

            As Questriatus left with Stefinus behind him...Cesar turned to Clip-ee-oh and snarled...”I will meet with my chief engineer first. After that meeting? We shall call a counsel of war. Inform the other Legates and ensure the word is dispersed down to the Centurions and Tribunes.”

           Clip-ee-oh snapped to attention and struck his armored chest plate with his paw. “Yes my Lord. It shall be done as you command.”

           Stefinus followed quietly behind Questriatus through the forest and back towards the encampments when the otter turned his head back...”What is your name?” He asked.

         “Stefinus, Master.” The bunny replied.

          “I hope I did not abuse you too harshly a while ago.” Questriatus asked. “I just wanted to see how you would react. Did I harm you at all?”

          “It is not my place to speak of how my master treats me.” Stefinus replied. “I am a worthless vermin to be killed at your whim.”

           “Enough of that.” Questriatus said waving his paw. To be sure? You will never have to suffer being covered in wolf piss any more. They just love marking and counter-marking everything….a disgusting habit that even Great Cesar partakes in.”

         “Has he ever pissed on you Master?” Stefinus asked.

         “I am a Roman, he doesn’t dare even at his high station.” Questriatus said as he and Stefinus crossed the bridge over the defensive trench dug around the encampment and passed through the gate. “I have to deliver this letter to the Legionary quartermaster for our tent to be put up.”

         “Your tent Master.” Stefinus said.

         “What?” Questriatus replied. “Our tent Stefinus. Did you think I would leave you tied to a slave stake out in the weather?” Questriatus said as he turned around. “Just so I am clear on this? I am a water predator, I have no desire for land prey and I certainly want to keep a slave around for a long time. You’re my first one and I have no intention of suffering through three or four new ones...unless you want to end up like that?”

         Questriatus pointed to the terrible sight of two bunnies writhing in agony on a rotating split over a fire with a single spit forced through their tail holes and out their mouths. Another was begging for his life before a wolf snatched him up by his head and simply broke his neck by snapping like a whip through the air.

         Stefinus shuddered as he brought his paws up to his mouth and shook his head “no” to  Questriatus.

          The otter crossed his arms...”How are you at mathematics?”

          “I was taught all the required numerations and functions Master.” Stefinus replied. “Obviously? It is a skill I haven’t had much use in.”

          “Then we will do a quick refreshing lesson just to make sure you haven’t lost it. You and I have much too do before the night is over.”  Questriatus said as he patted Stefinus on his shoulder. “What luck that Great Cesar took me from a father who was an architect.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
early evening
Encampment of the ninth and tenth legions