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"Smack" The flat edge of Quint's sword hits your bare backside with a sharp crack. Mimicking Iola you cry out in response.

"Oh, please. I'll be good Sir. I promise!" You hear the sound of his blade being sheathed - good - and then the crude groping of his hand squeezing the exposed buttock now red from the previous slaps. "Hades this one's ass is even tighter than Iola's." The guard's fingers slipped further down and fingered the juices that had been leaking from your slit while tonguing Iola's gushing cunt. "She's turned on by this too." Quintus announced as he lifts his hand to his mouth. With his sword sheathed, the odds were slightly better, but it is still three fighting men against just you. Keeping your sarcastic comment to yourself you docilely allow yourself to be led back to the guard's room. Freya is sitting against a far wall, exhausted by the rough treatment of the household guards; her hands are chained together and attached to a heavy ring in the floor. The sight of you and Iola evokes barely a flicker of emotion as the two of you are pushed into the corner by her side.

"Chain these two with the other slut, and then we'll get the wagon loaded while it's still dark." The manacles close tightly around your wrists, but the locks look cheap. With a little privacy and enough time you are confident you will be able to pick them. As you survey the guardroom you go over your options. All five of the fighting men whose task it was to guard the estate now seem ready and willing to plunder it's wealth. Already a pile of silver plate and serving dishes is piled on one of the beds and soon after an elder guardsman returns pushing a young teen into the room.

The girl is no more than fourteen years old still dressed in her nightgown and clearly terrified as she is too is chained to the ring. The man who dragged her into the room dumps a pile of jewelry onto a second bunk and wanders closer to Quintus.

"I left the mother tied spread out on her bed." This guard must be one of the veteran members of the group, older and better equipped than the others but just as untrustworthy. The mean look in his eyes was confirmed as he jokes. "If those Helios scum want that fat sow, they can have her. Airlia here, on the other hand is as sweet a morsel as we can hope for."

"I don't want anyone touching her." Quintus tells the mean looking guard, and momentarily your evaluation of his character rises slightly. "We need to deliver this one to him sweet and unspoiled, that is the price for our safety." And just like that your original opinion is confirmed. With the four of you secure, the four guardsmen move in and out of the room methodically piling everything of value onto the bunks. Unlike you the men stripped the house of even large bulky items that you had dismissed earlier as being far too heavy to take. Carpets, polished mirrors, pictures in gilded frames and even small pieces of furniture were added to the plunder. Quint staggers into the room with a huge armload of bedding.

"See my love," he smiles cruelly at Iola "you'll have a nice soft bed to lie on while we teach you how to fuck." His laughter drowns out the sound of Iola's quiet sobs as she and her younger sister cling to each other in near panic.

"Don't forget food and wine." Quintus directs the men "We'll have to have enough for all us for a good long time."

"Are you sure this hideout of yours has room for all this?" The grizzled veteran's question was a good one as the loot fills the room and stars to overflow into the hallway.

"Don't worry Lykaios, room for all this and more - trust me, it's perfect." The two men followed the others towards the kitchens and once again you are alone with Freya and the two sisters.