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The fight between Lord Raxius and the much younger Prince Anochises should have been the climax of the **** but it is clear that the Lord High Marshal had not forgotten his treatment at the hands of the Prince back in his tent. In spite of almost a twenty year difference in ages, the Lord Marshal is more than a match for the younger and brash prince. It takes a while, but cut after cut bloodies the prince and although a few blows land on the older general, it is clear to everyone watching that the prince was no match for him. A few minutes later Anochises' body is kicked from the walls even as he tries to yield; the only mercy shown to the traitorous prince is that he was already almost dead by the time he takes his final flight.

With the **** of Prince Anochises, the attention turns to the large number of heavily-robed women milling around the peak of the Citadel who are slowly realizing that they are about to become the spoils of war. In the rooms below the wealth of the city fills vast storerooms with gold, spices, tapestries and all sorts of works of art and holy relics, but at the moment, the soldiers are more interested in the High-born Ladies of Athenapolis who stare at them in wide-eyed terror as their veils are lifted and tossed aside. You almost feel sorry for the select group of women who once again have fallen into the hands of victorious warriors. You stand protectively by Relia's side as officers calmly but firmly separate the rest of the assembled women from the men.

Pre-pubescent girls, too young for what is to follow and the older, wrinkled and sagging matrons are sent away for processing in the lower city, but almost sixty of the wives and teen-aged daughters of the families sheltered in the citadel are herded by warriors to the central courtyard. These prizes are augmented by the group of released Athenian women who were freed by Prince Anochises' failed conspiracy. Among the women are nearly a dozen Priestesses of Athena from the great Temple at the base of the Citadel notable by their white tunics and lack of jewelry. You had thought that perhaps the holy women taking shelter here in the Citadel might be spared the fate of the others; a glance at the High Priestess of Helios (once again fully dressed) reveals that she is unperturbed as her rivals are stripped of their outer robes and pressed to their knees just like all the other lovely female captives.

It is hard to tell which of the three groups of women standing in sheer undergarments of silk and lace are attracting the most attention. The wives and daughters of Athenapolis's wealthiest noble families, the priestesses who had never thought to find themselves at the mercy of men or the cream of the young women captured in the lower city already separated out by the keen eyes of the slavers for their beauty. You note with amusement the free woman who had kicked and spit at you is not far from where you are standing and when your eyes settle on hers, she quickly looks away. The women are made to kneel on the very same paving stones that the captured war captains of the United Armies were on just minutes before.

"Goddess they're beautiful." Relia whispers in your ear. "Are you going to get to have one of them? Which one makes your cock hardest?"

You admire the selection of nervous captives before you. If not the most beautiful women in the city, many of these women are near the top.

"Look at those two," Relia points to a pair of blonde twins wearing matching robes trimmed with gold. "It's too bad we can't get them both." The two young women pull even closer to each other when they see you gaze take in their sweet curves. "They're the twin daughters of a Kalion merchant who settled in Athenapolis years ago, his family is one of the richest of all the merchant princes. I doubt they're virgins though, not if the stories I've heard are true ..."

She gasps in delight as a thought strikes her. "Maybe the Lord Marshal will give us each one of these prizes. You could choose one and I can get the other." You've seen enough of this type of division of spoils to wonder if you'll even be allowed one of these prizes, not to mention two. Perhaps sensing your reticence Relia presses herself against you, "Or is there someone else who you want to feel squirming on your cock?"