The wine flows

Quintus sits on the piled bedding and pulls Iola to his side, easily overcoming her ineffectual squirming before pinning her body to the mattress with his legs.

"Welcome to our wedding feast!" He tells the rest of you, "Have those serving wenches bring food and wine, and then join me and my blushing bride." The four other guards lead you to the cart and pull out several loaves of bread and one of the amphorae of wine stolen from the wealthy merchant's kitchens.

"Wait!" Orders Quintus, clearly enjoying his new position of authority. "Strip the dark-haired one, she's hiding far too much of her lovely olive skin." You decide to pull off your own blouse rather than have them rip the silk top off of you, relieved that you had time earlier to hide your blades." The men whistle appreciatively at your round tits and flat belly, but when you reach for the lacings of your skirt Quintus stops you again.

"Leave the skirt on. Iola here is still innocent and we must uphold the standards of her position." Quintus' men chuckle at his crude jest, for Iola's current position was straddling Quintus' hips with her face pressed to the mattress between the thug's feet while he ran his hands over her upraised ass.

The amphora with wine was placed in your arms and the loaves were passed to Frey.

"Bring my bride some wine so she can celebrate her wedding night!" Roars Quintus a little too loudly, and you wonder if he was really this much of a pig or if this was his way of suppressing the thought of Airlia alone in the dark waiting for the demons of the undercity to take her. You would have gladly cracked the amphora open on his leering face if you thought for a second that you'd have any chance of besting the other guards.

"It appears we forgot the cups." Quintus chuckles "That's OK luv, just pour it on slowly her backside and I'll lick it from her skin." He grabs your arm and jerks it so there is no doubt that he is not joking. It seems like a waste of good wine to you but you comply. A little wine on the rich bitch's ass was the least of her worries. The vintage was thick and had a deep red color that looked like blood in the lamplight. As you pour it on Iola's round ass, Quintus uses his tongue to capture the rivulet running between the teen's cheeks.

"Help yourselves" He invites the rest and the guard with the scar on his chin drops to his knees and rubs his lips across the struggling girl's back sucking at the wine as it runs down her back. The other guard forces Frey to her knees and points to her mouth.

"Fill her mouth and I'll drink from her lips." You again obey the commands of the guards in meek submission. Perhaps you look too submissive because the grizzled veteran pulls the amphora from you and hands it to silent guy.

"You take care of this, I want to fuck!" You had hoped to have all the men very drunk before the dirty work started, but looks like that won't be the case. Seeing Quintus reclining on the bedding with Iola on his lap gives you an idea.

"Wait, you must drink to your lord's nuptials!" The man grimaces when you refer to Quintus as his lord. Could you get those two to fight? But after only a second of hesitation he pulls the amphora from silent guy and pours a stream over your breasts.

"To you and your bride." The man grunts as he passes the amphora back and then pulls you close and lowers his stubbled face to your breasts. The other four men roar their approval and more wine is splashed onto Iola's back. Her struggles have subsided and it now appears she is resigned to her fate, sobbing quietly into the mattress as the two men lick at her body.

"Now may I take this sweet bit and fuck her, your lordship?" There is a definite sneer as the veteran spits out the last two words. You wonder if you can escalate the tension between the two or if you should try to get some distance between you and the other guards so you have some time to free your blade once your true nature is revealed.