Organizing things

As you scrutinize the former slaves of Lady Relia, you count a total of nineteen slaves, minus Junia and Europa, all of which look to between the age of twenty and fifty, with nine of them being at least reasonably attractive women under the age of thirty-five, although none of them can compete with Europa for your attention. Unsurprisingly, most of them look quite nervous.

“Greetings,” you greet the slaves with a curt nod, “I’m Thadeus, a soldier of the unified armies and the leader of the men whom taken control of this mansion. You’re going to obey me now, and you have my word that none of you will be hurt, as long as you don’t try anything.”

Your words seem to at least calm the slaves a little, and you’re aware of the fact that Maluba and Zanya have stopped teasing Europa and are instead watching you, and again you’re filled by the desire to act in a manner which will cause them to keep their respect for you.

“Basileios, have the unmarried females step forwards,” you order Basileios, and he does as you tell him by slowly and relatively gently guiding five of the women to stand in front of their comrades, with all five of them reverting to sport very nervous expressions and flinching each time that they sense that one of your men are looking at them.

“You five will serve my men in your capacity as women,” you inform the women, “but first you will be prepared by the women that we’ve brought along, they will know what to say to you to make what is to come more enjoyable to you.”

“And as for you,” you turn to the other slaves, “you will return to the cellars and stay there until I say otherwise.”

“Mindarus,” you now address one of the men who stormed the tower alongside you, and who you know to be a trustworthy man who has little sympathy for those who can’t get an erection unless they're with a woman who’s screaming for mercy, “you’re to ensure that the men here spend the next hour going through this place room by room, gathering up whatever loot they might find."

This way, everybody wins. The fact that the five women will have at least an hour with the pleasure slaves means that they’ll be less likely to be traumatized by what is to come, particularly if they’re already accustomed to what it often means to be a female slave, and that in turn will ensure that your men will find them more satisfying.

“And what about you?” Mindarus suddenly asks you, addressing you with the respect that he would show a competent officer, “What will you do while we rummage through this place?”

“Oh,” you smile a weak but lewd smile and then cast a glance at the three busty women up above, “I’ll reconnoitre the Lady’s bed chambers.”

Much like you were expecting, this answer from you causes your men to laugh.