A Dionysian orgy

"Well boys," you raise your voice so even those in the far end of the sanctuary can hear you. "Looks like the High Command has gone and fucked up even more than usual."

"But how, Captain?" The question from the burly hoplite is clearly what everyone wants to know. "What in Hades could have happened?"

"Looks like Apollopol turned coat and took the Lord Raxius by surprise." You hear a murmur of disbelief; the men from Apollopol had been some of the first to respond to the appeals sent by Heliopolis; their phalanxes had lined up shoulder to shoulder with yours in the center of the attack. The hoplites of Apollopol were disciplined and trustworthy, not some band of mercenaries that served whoever had the heaviest purse. It makes as little sense to your men as it did to you, but the important thing now is to make the best of the changing situation.

"Remember though, we are in a better position than most." You go on pointing at the massive, barred doors of the Temple. "No one is opening those fuckers from the outside; all we have to do is wait for the early morning and make a break for the river." Your attention turns to the half-dressed acolytes kneeling at your men's feet. "We'll each take one of these pretty little things as a pack mule and load them up from the vault below, when we break free, we'll still be rich as merchant princes." The roars of agreement bring a smile to your face. They're good men, and they deserve a reward before what could well be their final hours.

"In the meantime," you grin broadly, "bring up the rest of those pretty acolytes, there's no point in saving their cherries now. And while you're at it, break out the wine and food."

Dionysus had no city dedicated to him. The traits and behaviors valued by this god of wine, licentiousness and revelry are hardly the ones that can are the foundation of a strong city-state. Despite having no home base of his own, cults of Dionysius flourished in every city-state of the Hellenic lands, and you have been to more than one Dionysian orgy. This is just what your men deserve, and although you have no divine connection to the god, you think you can at least throw a party worthy of the horned god.

Three hours later you are sitting on the wooden pews in a private balcony overlooking the sanctuary below more than a little drunk and completely spent. All three of your newest prizes have been well fucked, and now lie at your feet naked and bloodied as you look down at the great hall of the Temple. Like you, your men had been busy. The remaining acolytes had been passed around like the amphorae of undiluted wine. The struggling novices were unchained from the coffle one at a time and stretched open on a makeshift pile of bedding where they were taken by one or sometimes two cocks at once to the cheers of the other soldiers. As the line of remaining captives shortened, you took the time to study the reactions that ranged from absolute terror to shame and despair, all the way to what looked like poorly disguised anticipation. After the initial pass, the stunned acolytes were mixed in with their sisters and the orgy got even wilder. You'd be surprised if there was a virgin hole left among the prizes that your men took.

Some of the captured women like Nathifa, your dark-skinned Nubian, still had some fight left in them even after being passed from one man to the next, but most were pretty well broken in. You gaze with pride at Erina and remember how well the pretty redhead had responded once the initial pain of her deflowering was over with. By the second time with her, the once timid maiden had clung to you like a limpet and cried out like a trained pleasure-**** when you pounded her in drunken abandon. Now, she and Cassiopia lay half-asleep with their limbs were intertwined; like this they looked more like innocent children than the responsive little sluts you know they are.

"Are you satisfied with your picks then, Captain?" Sophia leans over your shoulders, pressing her full breasts against your back as she speaks.

"Oh yes, My Lady." Sophia was just as much one of your conquests as the others, but you like to use her title to remind yourself that this is no common whore you've netted but one of Athenapolis' finest noblewomen.

"I imagine with a harem of young beauties like these, that my days with you are numbered..." There is a sadness to her tone that cuts through some of the drunken haze, while it is true that Sophia is roughly twice the age of her daughter and the acolytes scattered at your feet the idea of leaving behind her in Athenapolis does not sit well at all. You pull the elegant noblewoman onto your lap and kiss her gently.

"Would that be so bad?" The question catches her by surprise, "you could stay here in the city now, in your home." You watch her eyes widen as you offer her freedom. "Just a few bags of the gold in the vault below and you'll have more than enough to start your life all over again."

"What about Adriana?" She glances to where her beautiful daughter is sprawled out on a thick rug with Sariani, resting her head on the bosom of the swarthy-skinned desert beauty. "Are you going to give her this choice too?"

"Maybe," you smile gently at the woman in your arms, "Do you think she could go back to the life of a debutant waiting for a husband to claim her and make her an honest woman?"

"No." Sophia's voice is hushed but clear. "There's no way..."

"Excuse me, Captain." It is Antonious sticking his head through the doorway to this balcony chamber. "Something's happening, but it makes as little sense as what you saw earlier."