A great bounty

When the rest of Caderos' men had descended the final few flights and been given a moment to get an eyeful of what awaited them below, the equipment they carried was passed out. Weighted cords to wrap around the legs of fleeing girls, hooked throwing nets, binding cords and even quick-locking manacles specially designed to snap onto slender wrists or ankles of nubile prey had been distributed until each of the raiding party had enough to secure several of the prizes. With a wicked grin Caderos tied several ropes to the railing of the balcony so men could drop into the chamber from above as well as down the twin staircases that descended to the chambers below. Without warning the peaceful atmosphere suddenly changes from one of blissful self-centered ignorance to panicked reality. He initiated the sudden **** a loud yell of animal-like savagery, a yell taken up by every man in the stairway including surprisingly most of all yourself.

Frozen in place by the primal howls, the women at first don't react not realizing what is happening save perhaps a few who make faces of surprise and fear as suddenly an elite army unit from the city of Heliopolis descends on them from above. Cornered in the dead-end caverns some don't even resist as they are rolled onto their bellies and lashed hand to foot. But as soldiers move into the rooms others flee like a frightened herd of spring lambs, providing great sport for the men chasing them down. None of those in the caverns are fighters, and none were ready for such an attack as men with capture cords and metal chains chase down and restrain them. You see a Priestess of Athena tackled brutally to the ground, her delicate flesh crushed beneath the weight of an armored soldier, one of the servants, a slender small-breasted woman is trapped by a net thrown from above and others are grabbed or roped as they scramble about knocking over furniture and boxes of riches. Screams fill the chamber's once serene cavern air, cries of panic and anger from the victims and of triumph and delight from the captors as one-by-one the last of the panicked teens are secured. Even those lucky few that reach the stairs will find the top of the steps guarded, they too will be caught just like everyone else, buying only a few seconds more of freedom for themselves.

While Caderos' men chase down the cunts they most favor, you focus on the three you had overheard talking about your new ****; it's not that you want them per say but since they treated Dorothea so badly you want to personally make them regret it. It does not bother you at all that you are condemning these young women to the same fate that you wished to save Eudora from. Eudora had done nothing to deserve her fate, but by deliberately leaving Dorothea to be captured and enslaved, these women deserved every bit of what they were going to get. The first two go down without much effort, the redhead actually pushes her friends towards you knocking them to your feet to delay you as she breaks away. Not even the lowest **** you knew would do such a thing and even though she's helping you it makes your blood boil. The redhead won't get far so you focus on the brunette and the petite raven-haired noblewomen dropping on them both as they scream loudly for help. As much as they struggle, they're weak, and you clamp a pair of irons to their thrashing legs and bind them tightly to each other with a length of cord trapping them against one another face to face and breasts to breasts with the slightly larger brunette on the bottom of the pair they keep screaming.

"Help! Help us please! Someone let us go!" The raven-haired woman yells and the brunette protests irrationally.

"You can't do this! We're of high standing! Free us please!" the glare you give the pair is more than enough to silence their cries. You ignore them, with this pair bound there's only one left and you walk after her. There's no need to run, if you don't get her someone else will but you most certainly hope you do. You walk by a hoplite who is holding a blonde captive by her hair and is tearing away her expensive gown as she sobs in terror. The young woman has lovely breasts, and the soldier grins with pride as he cuts away the rest of her clothing. A quick glance around the well-lit chamber assures you that your prize has not yet been taken, although by now most of the action is ending.

From the direction the haughty young redhead was last heading, you guess she is hiding in the kitchen area, and you walk over to the smaller cavern that houses it. The chamber is not as brilliantly illuminated as the main chamber, but a series of sconces along the walls provide enough light to see the small fire pit beneath baking ovens, a basin with a constant stream of water flowing into it a series of well stocked shelves. The slaves who had been staffing it have been scattered so it seems empty, but you are pretty sure that this is where the last of the trio is hiding.

"You're in here bitch." You announce in the menacing voice you've developed over the past few days as you step into the room. "I know it, so no use hiding!" Your shield is up and ready in case something happens, which turns out to be a good precaution as the lanky red head suddenly appears holding a cooking knife in hand and swinging it in an amateurish way. Out of reflex like you did when Dorothea threw apples at you, the shield raises up and blocks the knife, in fact snapping the cheap metal from the handle and sending it flying off towards the fire pit. If her shocked look is anything to go on, it seems the redhead truly thought she could win this fight; you put an end to that as swiftly as possible. Remembering how she pushed her two lackeys to your feet in her attempt to escape her fate you don't hold back...well not any more than you have to. One hard slap to her face she falls to the ground eyes wild with shock and pain, pressing one palm her stinging cheek her other hand raised weakly in futile defense.

"That's what a bitch like you gets." You sneer as you show her the palm that hit her. "Noble my ass, you're nothing but a traitorous whore." You drag the thrashing girl by the ankle from the kitchen as she struggles to recover from the sharp slap, you realize that this could well be the first time this fine pampered lady has ever been hit. If her life as a **** is anything like yours, she'll feel much worse than that single blow before she's fully trained. "You're going to get it just like Dorothea got, but ten times worse." You taunt the stunned woman as you drag her back to the main chamber enjoying the fact you found the ones who betrayed Dorothea. These elite daughters of privilege are the worst, and they deserve a taste of this life. Payback is a bitch, and this noblewoman will soon find herself naked and in chains on the auction blocks in the main square of her conquered city.

Why wait until then? You lift her to her feet and before she even understands your intent you tear her gown from her shoulders and down to her feet, stripping her bare and displaying for all her small breasts and skinny ass. Remembering the conversation you overheard as you were waiting to start the final ****, you hope that this arrogant bitch isn't redeemed by her family. As plain as she is, she will most likely be bought as a common house **** or put to use in a cheap brothel where her former standing would make up for her small breasts and large nose. You tie her up with the last of the newly captured slaves, and you notice her once friends glare at her for what she did, Caderos walks the line and looks over the catch.

"Nice, lots of fresh meat for the tents..." He stops before a particularly attractive young woman and squeezes her small round tit in assessment "... and the auction block." The young noblewoman shudders as she feels the rough hands on her delicate skin but whether from fear or excitement you cannot tell. "I imagine a good number of them will find new homes back in Heliopolis when this is over." He searches you out in the crowd and pats you on the back with a grin. "Adonis, looks like you are indeed blessed by the gods." You salute him but Caderos is already moving away, he looks back at some men by the stairs and shouts "how many cunts got away?"

The men by the stairs look embarrassed as they hold up five fingers. "You all got sloppy," Caderos chides his men, "but the boys up top will get them. There's no way they could lose that few in a rush." With a laugh he points to the collection of captives "Get these sweetmeats on their feet, strip away their clothes and let's bring them up topside." He demonstrates by lifting a startled blonde from the ground and with one sharp pull ripping her tunic off leaving the nubile girl naked except for her sandals. Giving her a sharp slap on her pretty ass. "Leave the other goodies where they are for now, as soon as we get these cunts up top men, we are going to have a meeting!" The men nod and get to work, as do you, after all you're no different from these men - another cog in the machine though this is a far better line of work than being a **** ever was. Your three young captives look fresh and tasty in spite of their fear as the huddle together before you.

When you march the naked young women to the campgrounds in the atrium of the temple school you see Dorothea peeking from the tent and a small smile of triumphant justice across her face. Seeing those who wronged her in the same state she is in now, clearly pleases her as much as you hoped it would. With the addition of the nobles and temple instructors there are now far more women than men guarding them, most have been secured with long chains through their manacled arms, but others are tied up ready for use. Some of the men have already started celebrating victory by sampling the local flavors of finely brought up cunts, none of these captives have been fucked yet but almost all have men groping their firm young tits and fingering tight virgin holes.

You however don't partake in this **** of the women at the moment. Your body reminds you of its other needs so you help yourself to some captured food and wine while listening to the sound of men's laughter and girlish pleas for mercy that ring around the camp. You are just about to refill your empty cup when Caderos gets everyone's attention.

"Don't get too familiar boys." He tells the men as he sees some about to drag the new prizes to their tents. "These cunts with their little titties and firm young bodies are exactly what the guildsmen are looking for, and if they're still maidens when they're standing on the auction block, they'll be worth two or three times what they'll sell for if their thighs have been bloodied." He pauses before glancing up at the sky. "It'll be dawn soon, and we can expect company any time now." He reminds the gathered men. "Could be bad. If the city militia's maintain order and don't break ranks, they'll be falling back to walled locations like this school to hold back the main ****."

You set down the empty wine goblet suddenly deciding that more to drink might be the worst thing you could do. "Best case scenario," continues the captain calmly "is our forces have crushed the last of the troublemakers and will be knocking on these gates looking for someplace safe to celebrate." The men grin as they remember celebrations of their own. "But either way, **** militias or exuberant friendly forces, I don't think we want to let them know just how much good fortune we've actually had here." You see the Sergeant nodding in agreement and you remember the Captain's rules about taking care of yourselves because the officers planning these attacks don't give a damn about who lives and who dies so long as they get their cut of the plunder.

"I think we should bring all this prime girl meat back down to that bolt hole of theirs along with all their treasure," he pauses as he thinks aloud trying to decide "maybe leave one or two men to guard them." You aren't the only man wondering who the lucky pair would be to spend the next few hours locked away with over twenty young women and you hear the murmuring start. Caderos draws his short sword and swings it a few times to get the men's attention. "The rest of us get ready to face what comes with the morning light. If it's a fight, we fight!" He punctuates the words by slapping the blade of his swords against his shield. "If it's friends, we invite them in, share the wine and food to keep them happy, but bitch and moan about how there wasn't a single cunt to fuck when we took the place last night."

"I know what you're thinking." Caderos tells the assembled unit standing in front of him. "How about each of you marks a coin with his sign and tosses in here" he holds up a small wine amphora emptied by the men earlier in the evening "the two I pick are the ones who get babysitting duty." The men seem comfortable with the idea, and you get the feeling that it is not the first time this band of brothers has drawn lots to determine either particularly choice or dangerous assignments.

Caderos shows you how to mark an Alpha for Adonis, on a small silver coin and you toss it into the empty clay vessel where it lands with a clink on other men's markers. When all the markers are in, he shakes the coins and reaches in with little or no drama and pulls out two coins.