You begin to wonder

Alicia wiggles in a silent protest as you steer her away from her sister towards the slaver's gate at the entrance to the tent, but her slender feminine physique is no match for your muscles hardened by years of riding. The struggle is not without a reward of sorts. Her soft thigh and hip rubs against your leg in a very pleasing manner and you can't wait to explore the soft flesh that is only barely concealed under the crudely shortened tunic.

"Please, sir, don't do this to me." The pretty brunette's pleas have no effect on your plans for her, but you are a little surprised by them. You thought your intentions had been made very clear and that the threat to her sister's maidenhead would be enough to avoid these silly games so you could get right down to enjoying the pleasure of her ripe young body.

Alicia allows you to guide her to the slaver's table but sniffs back tears as the gold-robed slaver expertly twists a wire with a brass identification number around her bare arm just above her elbow. The clerk seems profoundly uninterested in your choice, in fact to him this must be so routine that it is boring. You are certainly not bored by the opportunity to sample this exquisite captive, and for Alicia it must be as far from routine as anything she has ever imagined. She may know what it is like to have a man rutting between her thighs, but clearly this young woman could not have ever anticipated being led away by a complete stranger to serve him as a toy for his carnal pleasure.

This is not the only beautiful young captive who is being led away from the slaver's holding pen to the private tents in the invading army's camp, but in your opinion, she might be the prettiest. You silently thank Lord Marshal for his gesture and wonder how many other young women have been handed over to men with the simple singing of a paper.

As you follow Theo to your tent, you cannot keep your hands off of the slender figure of the trembling young woman, stroking her smooth skin and squeezing handfuls of soft flesh through the thin fabric of her tunic.

"Stop that! Everyone's watching." Her hands bat at yours in a feeble attempt to keep you from exploring under tunic, but you ignore both her protests and her attempts to keep you from groping her. Her ass feels amazing, firm with silky smooth skin as do her plump little tits and you can't wait to get her out of her clothes and onto her back. Unlike the fierce pride that you had to deal with from Lady Relia, this pretty brunette seems flustered by your bold caresses. Her protests about being surrounded by the many others in this camp are only partially valid, there are dozens of witnesses who see you fondle the young woman, but none of them even give you a second glance. In this camp, the number of captured women who are learning what it is like to serve their captors is so numerous that it is hardly worth noting. When Theo arrives at the tent assigned to you, Alicia realizes that her situation has become dire indeed.

"Please, you can't do this." Alicia pleads with you as Theo holds open the flap to your tent. She's wrong of course, you can do anything you like with this pretty girl, and you certainly intend to do as many of these wicked things as possible in the short amount of time you have her at your mercy.

The two hoplites stationed just outside your tent entrance, grin openly at you as you push Alicia into the tent. The clerk at the slaver's tent might not be impressed by your choice, but these two soldiers clearly approve. You are not at all surprised that you have guards posted outside your tent, the Lord Marshal might be treating you as a guest, but he is no fool. Their presence doesn't bother you in the least, you have something far more interesting to occupy your time than worrying about the hoplites waiting outside your assigned tent.