A fine prize indeed

"What's your name?" You ask the trembling woman by your side.

"What difference will it make to you?" Her defiance surprises you a little after her docile submission when you first offered her your hand, but perhaps it is Lady Relia's presence that has stiffened her will because her next words are directed at her. "Your Rider can call me whatever he likes as he rapes me."

"I've no intention of throwing you onto the ground and forcing you." You assure her although there are at least a dozen or so of the captured women of Athenapolis who are being subjected to exactly that treatment. Perhaps if you had not had the pleasure of taking Lady Relia again and again since that first ride, you too might have lacked the discipline to wait for a more comfortable venue and fewer jeering onlookers for your first time with this tempting woman. "You may as well, Rider." The woman's scorn returns to you. "I'm no virgin that you can profit from at the auction block. If that's what you hoped for."

"Oh, you'll likely be sold from the auction block anyways," you confirm what must be her worst fear. After all how many bed partners could a simple Rider like you need? "But that might end quite well for you." You scan the watching crowd looking for a husband or father glaring at you from above. "Don't you have anyone who can buy your freedom?" Many of these captured women will be redeemed by family members or friends, although some of the men buying back these lovely ladies might not be as chivalrous as their purchasers are expecting. And, judging by the sharp squeal of a struggling teenaged brunette under the thrusting loins of a grunting soldier, not all of their purchases will be as pure or innocent and their redeemers might have hoped. "I hope, for your sake, that your family's wealth is well hidden, or you might well spend a good part of the next few years on your back with your legs spread for the pleasure of your new masters."

"I have no one!" The young woman by your side sighs, losing the fire that had so surprised you as quickly as it came. "My husband was High-Rider Weller, and he was killed on the tenth day of the siege when the skies above Athenapolis were cleared for good." You look at the young widow with renewed interest, she is truly a prize! Lady Relia claps her hands together in delight.

"That's why you look so familiar, your name's Vitaliya isn't it?" She pauses and places her hand on the widow's belly. "But I heard you were pregnant." A hint of a smile flickers across Vitaliya's face but then is immediately replaced by a new worry. She drops to her feet and wraps her arms around your legs pulling your thighs firmly against her heavy breasts.

"Please Rider, do what you must to me but my son is all I have left, please don't let him be taken away." A commotion breaks out behind you as young woman with firm breasts and a fine ass breaks free of the man who has stripped her last bit of clothing off and runs for the walls. She is caught four strides from the edge and dragged back to the warrior from Polares who is not pleased to be shamed like that by his new prize. "That's how I would feel if my beautiful boy was taken from me." Vitaliya's cheeks are now streaked with tears as she looks up at you with a combination of hope and fear.

"Where is this child?" You lift the young widow to her feet; now that you know what to look for it is obvious that her breasts were swollen with milk. It is easier to speak to her this way because the squeals of pain and sobbing from the dozens of women being **** by their new owners are punctuated by the slaps of the Polares officer discipling the distraught virgin who tried to flee.

"I left him sleeping in our apartment." The High Rider's widow's hands clench your shirt in tiny fists and she pulls you down so only you can hear. "My husband's rutters are hidden there too." She whispers into your ear. "You can have them if you let me keep my boy."