Five of the most responsive

Adriana is by your side, her eyes sparkling, aroused by the knowledge that these chaste handmaidens of Athena will soon be serving in a new way. It comes as no surprise to you that the idea of men overpowering the chaste virgins of the temple is exciting her, and you allow her to help you as you make your selections. One by one you run your hands over the pristine bodies of the cowering women as she holds them firmly in place for your appraisal. It is hard to blame the struggling women; in all likelihood you are the first man to feel the softness of their breasts or to squeeze their asses as you judge their responses. Some of the women have little if any reaction to your groping and you quickly pass them off to your men, but others stiffen in defiance and a few even seem to quicken as your hands explore their sensitive flesh. In time you've selected five of the most beautiful and responsive of the prizes. Adriana is almost bubbling with excitement as she stands by your side clearly approving of your selections. She presses against you. lifts her soft lips to your ear and whispers softly.

“Which of these pure maidens are you going to defile first?” You look over the selection with a pleased grin as you consider your options. Before you stands the High Priestess of Athena herself, still beautiful despite her age through some arcane miracle or divine gift. By all accounts the woman has been serving in the temple for over sixty years but with her smooth skin, firm figure and dark hair she looks no older than thirty. By her side stands a slender blonde woman wearing the long robes of a full priestess, she had maintained a stoic discipline as you slipped your hands under her robes, but there was something in the way her slender body trembled that betrayed her outer calm. Behind the pair of older priestesses are three of the teenaged acolytes in bleached tunics that are so sheer that you can almost see through them. The unadorned white smocks are cut to reveal the acolytes' smooth shoulders, a hint of young bosoms and their shaved legs from well above their knees to the tips of their pretty toes.

Keeping the High Priestess to the side you direct the other priestess to join the acolytes. The three younger novices cluster around their superior hoping for some kind of guidance or at least strength from the more experienced woman. To be honest, the priestess does not look all that different from the teenagers that surround her. Any of these four would bring in a fine price at the great auction, especially because of their position here at the temple.

You can't help but wonder how many of the men who enter Athena's great Temple come to ogle these lovely young maidens as much as they did to pay respect to the protectress of their city. The skimpy tunics cover even less of the young women's firm bodies than some of the **** outfits you've seen in pleasure houses. Unlike the frustrated men of Athenapolis who could only fantasize about what it might be like to feel one of these ripe beauties squirming beneath them, you have a trio of these acolytes to choose from.

The three acolytes you chose as much for variety as for the way they squirmed when you inspected them. Cassiopeia's red-headed friend had moaned softly as her nipples puckered between your fingertips, unless you badly misjudged her, she'd be hot and ready by the time your cock breached her sacred portal. The golden-skinned woman with jet black hair had also responded well to your touch, you can still see the look of confusion and shame in her dark eyes as she melted under your hands. In contrast, the dark-skinned Nubian whose muscular frame, high cheekbones and short nappy hair intrigued you. The acolyte had almost pulled from your grip as she scowled at you in defiance. If you wanted to, you could spend as long as it took to shatter the **** and pride of this statuesque beauty and train her to please a man like any other captured ****. You know from experience, that although it can take time and patience, that the fiercest captive often becomes the most responsive and desirable bed ****.

Few of your men have your patience and from all over the great hall of the Temple you hear the sounds of tearing cloth and cries of protest. Almost all of your men had decided that there was plunder enough for all and chose to make a claim that few if any man in recorded history could duplicate. To spread the legs of a chaste servant of Athena under the very eyes of the goddess in her own temple. Even as you make your selection you hear the first squeal of pain as Grettionius plunges his hairy cock into the belly of a fat-titted blonde acolyte that was both half his age and his size. The burly hoplite had the poor thing bent over a polished mahogany railing with her short white tunic lying in a heap on the tiled floor as she felt her chastity torn away in one violent thrust.

"He'll have her moaning in wonder soon enough," Adriana whispers as you stepped forward, "just like you'll have this one begging for more once she's been properly broken in." In her arms, the curvy brunette with almond-shaped dark eyes shakes her shoulders in an attempt to pull free but that only draws your attention to her fat jiggling breasts.