They prepare the three for you

As you recline on the bed watching the two plan you notice that they are giving more and more attention to the three captives cowering on the floor of the tent. After a few more whispered giggles Eudora joins you on the bed, squeezing behind you so she doesn't block your view of Dorothea who has picked up a short riding crop that lay on the table among other odds and ends of the former owner.

"Was Dorothea a virgin when you fucked her?" Breathes Eudora in your ear as she presses her marvelous tits firmly into your back. You mumble something about it not really making any difference to you, but your cock is stiffening again as you remember taking Dorothea as she wiggled under you on the grass of the atrium. Eudora doesn't miss the pulsing of the thickening member and she squeezes it in her soft hand. "Dorothea!" She called to the blonde **** who had moved to the three women who had abandoned her at the school. "Where you cherry when Adonis found you?"

"Kinda." Dorothea stammered, "he was my first man, but my hymen had been torn away well before then." Her cheeks were reddening as she explained. "I had quite a collection of thick-handled hairbrushes." You start to smile but Eudora is not amused.

Poor Adonis," she whispered huskily, "you still haven't had the chance to deflower a virgin."

"It's no big deal, Eudora-" You started to reassure her when she cut you off.

"Don't try to lie to me Adonis." She scolds you sweetly as she traces her fingertips lightly up and down your now fully erect rod. "I know what you men like. A tight young virgin to tear open with your mighty spear." By now Dorothea has persuaded the three captured noblewomen to their feet. The brunette with the plump breasts needs no extra encouragement, but the small-breasted redhead with the thin lips and her petite raven-haired accomplice hesitate a heartbeat too long and the riding crop slashes across their pale thighs leaving a dark red welt where it lands. The pair scramble to their feet and all three are now standing naked before you as once again you evaluate their appearance.

None of them are as attractive as either Dorothea or Eudora, but a few days of your low-key training had improved their attitudes quite a bit. Without the condescending sneers or angry stares, the faces of all three are much more pleasing. Althea's large nose and thin lips did her no favors, but her hair was quite pretty, and her small pointy breasts and narrow hips will both fill out once her belly starts to swell with child. Mindi, the slender black-haired girl with the dancer's lithe build will appeal to buyers who liked younger slaves; you know from questioning her that she was the oldest of the three but with her small breasts and petite stature she looks much younger than her actual age. Finally, there is the doe-eyed brunette, Lellis, who more than her peers seems to be adjusting to her captivity. Even during the days waiting in the secret chambers she had been the one who had responded the quickest to both your gentle caresses sharp slaps to her buttocks and thighs. The youngest of the three, her plump breasts were not large but were nicely rounded and you like the way her nipples pucker against your palms as you cup them.

"Do these pretty pets still all have their hymens?" Asks Eudora as her hand gently jerks you. "Are you sure?" She asks when you nod wordlessly. "I think you should check them again," she whispers, "nice and slowly so they juice up around your fingers." She pushes you forward, and you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed with all three trembling young women within easy reach.

"But why?"

"You're going to pop at least one of these cherries in just a little bit, but not until you've felt each of them up and confirmed just how pure and chaste they've been up to now." You hesitate, explaining your plan to sell them but she ignores you and turns her attention to the young Athenian maidens. "I want to thank you for saving your pure bodies for my master." She smiles sweetly. "He's just an escaped ****, so he might think his cock isn't good enough for your fine upscale pussy, but trust me," her voice sharpens noticeably, "you'll never in a hundred years find a man as fine as he is."