Play along

Where in all of Athenapolis was there a place where you can hide all this plunder as well as five men and four women for days or even weeks? Quintus certainly seemed confident in his ability to avoid the horrors of conquest. Could you play along long enough to get to this secret location of his.

Not with your knives strapped to your arms. That's for sure. Quintus believed you were just a common slut, if he found your knives he'd be much more careful. From the sounds drifting into the room you were pretty sure all five of the guards were fairly distant. Moving quickly you pull the silk sleeves of your black blouse up over the leather sheaths and unbuckle the two knives. Pulling one of the blades from its sheath your eyes scan the room looking for what you need.

A blue scarf lies on the floor close to your feet, just one of many items of expensive clothing that is heaped in piles on the floor. The scarf is fashoined from a light strong silk, it is too long but the blade easily slices it in half. That will work well enough. Your nimble fingers wrap the soft cloth around the sharp exposed metal until just the tip of the blade gleams in the lamplight. The slender bundle will fit into you; you've done this before. It is not comfortable, but you are able to ease the hilt deep enough into you that the tip of the knife is hidden from sight. The whole proccess takes less than a minute, eased no doubt by the way your pussy still drips with juices.

Suddenly aware of the eyes of the other three women on you you look up with a wicked grin.

"Hopefully I'll have a chance to pull this out when I need it," you explain "If not, the man who finds it should be in a lot of pain." Iola nods in understanding wiping away the tears that stain her face. Pointing at the other blade she asks the obvious question.

"Where are you going to hide that one?" Not your ass you decide quickly. You've smuggled small packets of gemstones before in your colon, but not a knife of this size.

"Can you reach that pile of bedding?" You ask Iola. "You could hide it in the bedding and use it when Quintus ..." your voice trails off uncertainly but the girl is nodding. Her charming innocence now seems long forgotten, she had no doubt about her fate as soon as Quintus was safe from discovery.

"Or could you do that thing you did with the first one? In me?" She adds with determination. "I'd love to hear him cry out in pain as he rams his cock into me." There is a certain justice in what she suggests, but it is risky. Already the voices of the guardsmen are getting louder. If Iola is unable to press the knife deeply enough into her to hide it, the element of surprise would be lost along with both your blades.

What do you think?