Bind it to Airlia

"I doubt it would fit." You tell Iola curtly. Turning to her younger sister you decide what to do. Of all of you she is least likely to be stripped. With out even asking for her leave, you lift the loose skirt of her soft nightgown and bind the knife to her slender thigh. She trembles as your hands work to secure the weapon high on her inner thigh so her nightgown could conceal the blade.

"Don't try to use this unless you have to." She nods her head in understanding her eyes open wide with fear beneath her long lashes. "If you do use it, don't try for the heart, too many ribs to turn you blow." You instruct her wondering why you were even wasting your breath. "Slice at the bastard's prick, that's where you'll hurt him the most." Again the young teen nods and you turn away just as you hear the sound of returning guards.

Frey is staring numbly at the ground, but both Iola and Airlia are gazing at you in hope and admiration. "Get those hopeful grins off of your dumb bitch faces." You snarl "We're still fucked, and don't you forget it." The crude words succeed in scaring the two spoiled teens enough to change their expressions. Just in time too, Quintus and his cohort return carrying bundles of food and a couple amphora of wine.

"OK men, load up the cart; we're moving out." The men pile the looted contents of the rich merchant's house onto a large handcart while the four of you wait nervously. Once the cart is piled high Quintus unfastens your chains one by one and harnesses each of you to the shafts of the handcart.

"Best looking team of four in the whole city." He laughs. "OK pretty animals, start pulling." He snaps a whip that lands on Iola's thigh with a loud crack. She cries out in pain and throws her weight against the shaft causing the heavy cart to rock forward. "Pull you little bitches!" The whip lands again, this time on your back and then again on Frey. By now the cart is rolling smoothly and one of the treacherous guardsmen hurries ahead to open the gates that lead to the city streets.

"Head for the Centaur's Fountain." Quintus tells the men and obediently the cart turns to the right. The guards move ahead leading the way, but Quintus walks besides the laden cart, at this early hour of the morning there isn't likely to be much activity, but with the imminent collapse of the city who could tell. Quintus is clearly enjoying his change in station; he continues to mock each of you as you struggle to pull the loaded cart along the city streets. He is skilled with the whip, and amuses himself by having the stinging tip land on your sensitive thighs and flanks as you pull. He seemed to take particular pleasure at hearing Iola's yelp's as the crop landed on her most sensitive parts.

Thankfully the trip takes less than five minutes when he orders you to stop outside a collapsed warehouse. The men look at him skeptically but he lights a lantern and directs you inside. "OK, load up the bitch-mules and follow me down." The young guard lifts away a section of rubble that conceals an ancient stairwell behind a recently collapsed wall. The worn steps lead deep into the darkness below and a sense of dread fills your heart, you can see the other guards hesitate as well.

Perhaps they will finally stop this madness.