Back to base

The trip back was much like the trip to the tower; the same streets and buildings and the same worried faces watching you from behind walls. The only difference is now the sky overhead seems filled with drakes, swooping lower and lower onto the buildings below. Just as you reach your base you see a Rider climbing in the sky with a struggling woman draped over his mount. As you watch the drake climb you see the woman's dress flutter back to the city below, you wonder if she is as pretty as the women your men have captured. It's a relief to see your company banner still hangs from the gate and the familiar smiling face of your man as he opens the iron gate for you. Entering the cool garden and walking towards the house your men are clearly pleased to be back in the relative safety of the mansion and the pleasures that await.

"We saw the wires fall, so we knew you were on the way back." The hoplite at the gate greets you. "Come start the feast." He leads you into the house and directs you to a large hall. Nine couches have been arranged in a large oval, and small tables laden with food have been placed near each one. Two of the couches were already occupied, both Lady Sophia and her daughter wearing elegant gowns are waiting nervously as you and your men are greeted by the others.

"You said to treat the lady and her daughter with honor" explains the man "so we returned her keys and invited them to join you in our victory feast." His eyes sparkle with joy as he leads you to your couch. "Oh, and the Dame's whelp is chained in one of the storage rooms. Please be seated, I will go back to duty to ensure your peaceful dining." Eyeing the row of pretty servers who enter the hall carrying trays of more food and drink, he adds good naturedly "I hope Sarge doesn't forget to send our relief, I see a few yummy morsels I'd like to sample."

The servers are tasty looking; all of the captives except for the boy, the chef and his wife are here. Unlike the sophisticated gowns worn by Sophia and Adriana, the servers are dressed in short sleeveless ****-silks belted tightly around their slender waists they carry flasks of wine and silver trays piled with finger food. Some, like the gardener and the two free women that you captured look very uncomfortable in their new roles, but most of the servers, both male and female, seem to be as happy to serve you as any others that have been feasted in this hall.

After stripping off the more uncomfortable parts of armor you recline on a comfortable couch between Sophia and her daughter. The **** girls wander among you serving chilled wine, pieces of fruit and spicy skewers of meat that drip with sauce. Soon your men start choosing personal servers; they pull them onto the couches with them, or have them kneel close by. The men are still covered in sweat and blood, and contrast with the washed, perfumed young women dressed in fine silks. These servers are soon placing the morsels directly in the mouths of their captors leaving the warrior's hands free to explore the soft bodies under the silk. You notice both of the free women have been selected by your men, you're not surprised. There is a undeniable excitement in having the women of a conquered city serving the warriors that breached the walls. Lady Sophia too sees how her friends are being groped and fondled as they twist futilely in the strong arms of the men.

"Must the free women be treated so, can't your men be satisfied with the slaves?" she asks "They are my friends, invited to my house and are under my protection." You consider pulling the noblewoman onto your couch and subjecting her to the same rough treatment as her daughter looked on in horror, but decide that for now at least, you'll allow her to imagine she is somehow different from the other women.

"They may as well get used to it. The High Priestess of Helios has decreed that all free women, from the maiden of sixteen to the grandmother in her 50's, will be sold naked and chained from the central **** auction of the city. No one is to be spared, not even the regent's own daughters or the Priestesses of Athena, she wants all to experience the fate of her daughter." The markets all over would be glutted with the beautiful captives taken from this city, and the prices for a lovely woman like this and her daughter would be surprisingly low. Looking over at the way the women were arching up against the rough caresses you conclude that your men chose well. "Besides, they seem to accept it." Indeed as you speak one of them is having them is having her fingers gently sucked clean by the warrior, and the other is squirming with pleasure as her captor is squeezing her bottom with his war hardened hands. All around you your men are turning their attention to their chosen companions.

"It is a clever strategy really" you say to no one in particular, "I'm sure you have your gold, silver and finest jewels securely hidden. Instead of tearing apart the walls of every estate, we will let a representative from your family buy back your freedom." The noblewoman and her daughter exchange a look of hope. "Of course, it really is an auction. Slavers from every city will be looking to buy the choicest fruit to bring back to sell at a substantial profit, and I suspect that at least some free women who are bought by the men of Athenapolis will not to be redeemed, but trained to serve them as new slaves."

Both women fall silent and you wonder if either of them has caught the eye of one of the wealthy men of the city. You could easily imagine the mother being claimed by a rejected suitor from her past or the daughter being bought by an associate of her father who had secretly lusted after her as she blossomed into womanhood.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you are offered a sip of cool wine. There are several pretty servers standing near your couch vying for your attention, offering you food and more. A tiny blonde girl whose delicate features and impish face make her age hard to determine, a dark skinned **** with a round ass and full lips, and a dark haired women with smooth olive skin and big breasts in her 20's all are particularly eager to serve you.