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Looking at the chains you mentally shake your head, it may not be the smart play you decide, but for some reason you are **** to chain these two noblewomen. Removing your robe, you drop it onto the floor climbing into the lord's bed between your two slaves. Laying down on your back, Adriana eagerly snuggles up to your left side her soft breasts pressing into your muscular shoulder.

Sophia, on the far side of the bed stares at you with an uncertain look.

“Don’t worry; we’ll figure it out in the morning.” You tell her.

Nodding Sophia lays at your side not quite touching you, and you slowly drift off, listening to Adriana’s soft breathing in your ear.

You find yourself standing on a busy street, watching the people move about their daily business. You watch as men, and a few women came and go from the vaguely familiar establishment, and after a few minutes you realize that you know this place. It is where you, and your mother, had lived until her beauty started to fade and she could no longer find a protector.
With that realization you feel an uncomfortable need to move on, and you wander into the neighborhood where you spent your days as a youth. In these squalid streets you fought for crusts of bread and the occasional coin from passer-bys. Stopping, you watch two ragged boys battle each other over a half rotted sweet fruit. Approvingly you watch as through a combination of guile and sheer viciousness the smaller of the two boys triumphs drawing the attention of a passing soldier.

“You boy. What’s your name?” The soldier asks.

“Ajax Caderos, Milord” The youth answers more cautiously than you remembered.

The grizzled veteran laughs, “I ain't no lord boy, but I am a Sergeant in the High Priestesses' guard. How old are you?” He asks.

“I’ve seen 11 summers Sergeant.” Your younger self answers.

The soldier snorts “You look younger boy, but come look me up when reach 13 summers lad. Ask for Sergeant Morlain, and we'll see what we can make of you.”

Turning from the childhood memory, you walk to the end of the street and onto a battlefield choked with blood and gore. Friends, long gone, and enemies litter the ground as the boy now an older and scarred young man comes to a cliff. Looking out across the black chasm, you can clearly see a large marble clad estate. Fertile fields surround the comfortable villa with slaves picking bunches of dark red grapes from vines. Two women, beckon to you from across the dark chasm, you can see they are beautiful and their soft bellies are round with child.

They point to a rope bridge spanning the chasm and you study it with deep concern. Its ropes are worn and frayed, the boards are eaten with rot, and a fall into that dark abyss would mean certain **** if your attempt to cross fails.

“Boy.” Sergeant Morlain says.

Looking over at your first teacher, you see him as you last remember him. He stands there, his throat gaping open where his own captain had slashed it with a dagger.

“Boy,” He continues “The life of a common soldier is rough, more than likely, you’ll end up drowning in your own blood on a battlefield." His words are somehow perfectly clear in spite of his severed larynx. "Or, you’ll end up a grizzled old has-been slowly drinking yourself to **** in a bar. But, if you are one of the lucky few, you will get a chance to rise above what you are. If that chance comes to you hold on to it! You take it no matter the risk, because if you don’t …..” The sergeant shakes his head sadly as he fades away.

Looking at the bridge you..

Your eyes flutter open, looking around you can see it was still dark. Adriana is snuggled up against your left side, her slow and even breathing telling you she is deeply asleep. Reaching out with your right arm you can’t find Sophia, but the bed is still warm where she lay. Peering intently into the darkness you see a shadowed figure at the window looking out over the estate gardens.

Gently, so as not to wake her you slide away from Adriana. Walking over to Sophia she glances at you and remarks softly, “You, are indeed a brave man captain.”

Stepping close behind her you whisper into Sophia’s ear:

"And you are not a stupid woman.”

You pull Sophia's body against yours, inhaling the scent of jasmine from her clean hair and your cock hardens against her thinly clad buttock. Sophia freezes for a moment, shivers, then with a sigh melts back against you.

“Captain.” Sophia moans, as you caress her through the thin fabric of her shift.

“Hmmmm?” You reply