Who needs chains?

Lady Sophia is indeed waiting for you just as Adriana predicted. She is standing barefoot near the center of the large circular room still wearing the embroidered tunic you remember from dinner but her hair is different; free of the decorative combs and brushed out it falls in dark waves past her slender shoulders. Behind her you see a high canopied bed piled high with mussed covers and under an arched window is rests a upholstered couch of carved mahogany and a matching table. On the low table is an open amphorae and a full glass of red wine. The forgotten wine is perhaps an indication of how uncertain the noblewoman feels about her present situation, you can picture her nervously moving about her bed chamber this past hour - brushing her hair, pouring the wine, taking off her sandals, laying on her bed restlessly before climbing to her feet to once again pace the confines of her spacious suite.

Adriana was at least partially right. The proud matron was not dressed in **** silks eager for you to ravage her, but there was something in her eyes that made you doubt you'd need to bind her down.

"Please don't do this." You can hear the nervousness in her voice as you step into the room and lock the door behind you. There can be no doubt what your intentions are, in addition to the length of chain and the silks in your hand, you are completely naked and your member still proudly erect and gleaming with the juices from Adriana's tight pussy.

"Take my husband's whores, or even the other free-women if you must, but please don't **** me or my daughter." You close the distance between you noting as you do the curtained archway to your left and the stairs that rise to the next level of the tower on the inner wall of the room. You are aware that either one could allow access to an attacker, but most of your attention is on the woman who stands before you staring at your naked body with a combination of fear and excitement.

"Why would I want a whore, when I can have the pick of prizes in this mansion?" You can see her eyes widen in comprehension as for the first time she notices the streak of blood on your manhood.

"Adriana?" Her calm reserve completely shattered. You wolfish grin confirms her fears, but before she can cause a scene you make it clear that you are not done.

"Yes, and now I've come for you."

"But I'm married." She protests weakly.

"You husband is either dead, or he has abandoned you as he flees in terror." You tell her without pity, "either way he has forfeited his claim on you."

"So now you intend to chain me like one of his overpriced young indulgences and try to break me like those pathetic little cunts." You are a little surprised by Lady Sophia's coarse language, but are not a little distracted by the way rapid breathing was lifting the bodice of her tunic and you were reminded once again how much fuller figured she was than her daughter's slimmer build. With a smile you set the chain on the seat of her arm chair and display your empty hands for her to see.

"I'm not going to **** you." You assure her as you brush her cheek with the back of your fingers. "I won't have to." Sophia's eyes fall, unable to meet your intense stare and pausing slightly between each word you challenge the proud noblewoman. "You - are - going - to - obey - every - one - of - my - demands."

"And why would I do that?" She counters weakly still unable to meet your gaze. "You've overrun my household, imprisoned my son, deflowered my daughter." Her voice grew slightly more confident as she lists your offences. "You already informed me that no matter what I do or say that we will all be sold in chains at the center market of my own fallen city. Why would I willingly submit to your coarse demands on my flesh?" It was a good question, but between the color of her cheeks and the peaks you see in the soft folds of the tunic covering her tits, you are pretty sure that Adriana has underestimated just how much her mother wants to feel a man inside her.

"Because..." you let your hand slowly trace a line along a fluttering vein of her throat and into the valley between her breasts as you speak "...because this is what you want." Hooking the embroidered fabric of her bodice you pull her gently towards you until your standing toe to toe with less than a hand's width separating your eyes. "Do you really want me to walk out that door, Lady Sophia? Should I leave you again with no man between your thighs; or maybe you want me to wrap your slender wrists in those chains and experience just how helplessly **** you'd be as I take my pleasure."

Either way, you intend to thoroughly enjoy this lovely woman. Not to mention the fact that in a few minutes her eager little slut of a daughter will be slipping through the door expecting to see her mother writhing beneath you, you'd hate to disappoint that lovely young woman.