Rest for the moment

The captain's praise is almost embarrassing and the smack to the back by his strong hand sends you staggering forward a step before you recover and place a fist to your chestplate in salute.

"Thank you, sir...what do we do with these two now?" Neither of the two spent women who have moved a finger's breadth from where the two of you fucked them, though for slightly different reasons to be sure.

"Don't you worry Adonis; the men should be along any moment...speak of the devils." He comments with a hearty laugh as the men of the squad start to appear from hallways that connect the central garden to the rest of the compound. Fewer than a dozen women, naked and chained are led into the grassy ground many of them loaded with an assortment of supplies. Not as many captives as you had expected and no doubt the others are still out there searching the school grounds and patrolling it for anything that could arise.

"Searched this place from top to bottom sir, here is what we found." Caderos nods his head at the solider and catches the bag that the somber man throws to him.

"It's a start lads." Caderos seems a little disappointed as well. "Get this place good and secure. I don't know if there's any other cunts hiding at the moment, but we'll find them if they are." He directs a pair of men to re-secure the **** gates and others to start work in the garden. "We sure as shit aren't going to let anyone take this lot from us." The men laugh at his assurance "Go on, get this place into a proper camp" he orders and the men salute and set to work.

You have to admit they are efficient and soon the inner garden of the temple school looks like a smaller version of the war camp you and Eudora called home for the last few days. You help the troops throw up tarps to form basic tents out of supplies scavenged from the compound. Lamps from the sanctuary, tapestries and rugs from the halls and pillows and bedding carried from dormitory rooms and even soft covers taken from storage end up making the temple garden a decent place to sleep if you're a soldier that is.

"Why not just sleep in the buildings?" You ask and spend the next ten long minutes listening to Sarge detail the reasons this central location is better. You had never even thought about ease of access, the dangers of being split up or the possibility that secret passages might exist known to the warriors of Athenapolis that would allow Caderos's men to be caught flat footed.

The new slaves are chained to the fountain while the men work so they can't get away, and the men compare each other's prizes much like hunters upon returning from the field. All the captives are young and pretty, some even strikingly beautiful but you are the only one who found an aristocrat and not a single one of the Athenian priestesses that Caderos had been expecting to find was taken in the raid. Luckily, in the end more women were captured than men in the squad, so you did not have to share Dorothea, although others were trading their prizes freely, more than one of the men leading to their beds a different struggling woman than the one they first found and claimed.

After rebuffing a few offers from men eager to try out Dorothea who is only now starting to come out of her climax induced stupor, you lead her - weakly resisting - to your assigned tent; although all she manages to do to put up a fight is fall to the ground so she ends up crawling on hands and knees wiggling her sexy ass as she does the last few paces to the open doorway. For show, you do as the other men do and chain her by a slender white ankle to the central tent post so she can't get more than a few feet away at most. It's not so much that you're worried about her trying to get away like the other slaves might, but this will slow down any man who tries to take her to his bedroll and there is an undeniable little thrill you get as you lock her at your feet. Back outside on the grass the captain reminds every one of their duties.

"Right listen up men." As before, you are impressed with how quickly this rough and tumble assortment of fighters focus their attention as he speaks. "We've done good, but we can't get soft now." You nod along with the others as he encourages you. "We got this tasty plum and by Ares we won't be giving it back until we've sucked it dry." He points towards the tents where you can hear the pleading cries and rattling of chains. "They'll be there waiting for you-" the men chuckle "- so I want you guys out there watching the streets from windows, switch out guards every two hours 'till dawn." He points at several men to take the first watch. Not you which is more than fine with you; you had no idea how exhausting being a solider is and you wouldn't mind a break for the moment.

"DISMISSED" the captain yells loudly, and roughly half the men walk off to guard the building whilst the rest of you get some well-deserved rest and relaxation. Walking off towards your tent you briefly look at other slaves as you pass by the tents of your fellow men, they come in all shapes, sizes and skin tone, some clearly servants, others free women who will now be slaves, but none of the elegant daughters of wealth and privilege you were expecting from Caderos' description of the temple school. Except for Dorothea that is.

When you reach the tent flaps to your own temporary abode you find that your own **** has finally collected enough of her wits to be aware of where she is " Adonis?...where am I..and what's..." she trails off as she looks around suddenly noticing the wetness on her inner thighs, hesitantly she reaches between her pale legs and hides her sex modestly. You take the time to ask her about something that you've been wondering about.

"No blood?" You ask, "was there someone before me?" Her face gets redder, and her eyes dilate a bit as she bows her head shyly.

"Not a man, master." her hands tighten into little fists, and she then she continues in a hushed rush. "I had a little mishap with the handle of a hairbrush, two years ago," When she sees the confusion on your face, she motions with her hand simulating pushing an object in and out of her sex. When you finally understand what she's saying your face turns as red as hers. "That's why I'm here, the man I was betrothed to refused to take a tainted woman as his wife ... my parents hoped that with a couple years under the care of the Sisters of Athena that my reputation might be somewhat redeemed." Her nipples slowly harden, and breathing deepens as she looks at you in a new way recalling everything that happened. "Not that it matters now."

You shrug casually. What do you care about whether or not your **** was pure or not. In fact now that you think about it, you suspect that the reason Dorothea was able to respond to your rough fucking was that the experience wasn't as painful for her.

"I'm sorry I've disappointed you, Adon - Master Adonis" Dorothea corrects herself with your proper title and crawls towards you on hands and knees before pressing her warm breasts against your leg. She kisses your thigh through the strips of hardened leather hanging from your girdle and you can feel your loins responding. "Have you taken me outside the city, master?" she asks looking around in confusion and you shake your head.

"No, we are still in the grounds of the school." You tell her as you loosen the heavy girdle and let it fall to the carpet under you. "The captain wants us to secure and hold it until we get reinforcements from outside the walls." She nods her head in understanding "I expect he also wants to search the grounds more carefully before we leave. I think he was hoping to find more women than we did." She pauses shyly keeping her eyes averted from the bulge in your loincloth, clearly painfully nervous about her new role.

"We'll be here a while yet, which means you can practice serving your new master." This pretty girl reaches for you slowly clearly remembering how you had her mouth you earlier. Eager to get her started, you pull her with you back to the makeshift bed drawing her with you with a handful of her soft hair like a farmer leading a yearling calf to its stall.

"I'll try, Master." She says bowing her head a bit before you shake your head in amusement and start stripping off your armor with a grunt of relief. "I'll do what you want, if you show me what you like." It's going to be hard to relax if you keep fucking Dorothea, but sleep is threatening to bring you down. She watches you thoughtfully as you settle in the bed and spread your legs to give her full access to your erection. You are not the only one enjoying the fruits of your raid. The sounds of the makeshift camp filter through the tarp, you can hear the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh just feet away and further off the harsh laughter of a man mingling with the anguished cries of a woman being sodomized for her very first time.

"Master Adonis?" Dorothea gets your attention as she presses against you. "I meant what I said before. I will do whatever you want ... please don't sell me." Placing her hand on your chest she looks at you with serious concern, until you pet her head to comfort her.

"I don't plan on selling you Dorothea." You tell her as you smooth the long blonde hair with your fingers. "As long as you keep pleasing me, I'll bring you back to join Eudora to serve me." Dorothea visibly shivers.

"You have another ****, Master? Is she prettier than me?" You don't bother responding to that and you allow yourself to close your eyes just for a brief time; for some unknown reason you dream of hot, tight, and very eager slaves servicing you in all manner of ways with their soft-skinned bodies. Then all too suddenly you wake up to the sound of the Captain's crisp voice.

"Adonis get up. It's time for you...well, well aren't you the ladies man." Caderos chuckles and that's when you feel a wet warm mouth wrapped around your cock and you realize Dorothea is sucking you under the covers. Your manhood is already at full size and though clearly ashamed at being caught, your **** doesn't stop till another minute passes and she then pulls her mouth off your cock only achingly slowly before kneeling meekly on the ground at your feet.

"Master Adonis demanded I suck his cock so he would dream of plundering more whores like me." She lies easily and Caderos laughs again as you stare at her as confused by her lie as you were to find her with her soft lips around your cock..

"Damn, I wish we had found some more like this one." Dorothea quickly turns her head away and presses it into your thigh as he continues. "Well done lad but lock the little slut for now. Time for us to do our job." The officer leaves the tent with the impression that you're taking to your role more than ever. Dorothea bites her full lower lip and rubs her wrists nervously.

"Do you have to chain me?" Her eyes bat coyly, "I promise I'll be good, master." Being chained like this must be one of the greatest fears a pretty young noblewoman like her must dread. You on the other hand have practiced slapping the **** chains on Eudora multiple times as you rested back in the United Armies camp. Fucking her when her arms and legs were secured had added a little spice to your lovemaking and you resolved to take Dorothea like that when your turn to patrol had ended.

"Keep your mouth shut, girl." You snap sharply, already eager to get going so you can get back. "On your belly, girl; hands behind your back." To your delight, she obeys without further protests, and you use the short chains to attach each of her wrists to the ankle next to it. This was one of your favorite ways to bind Eudora it allowed easy access to take her both from behind and with her on her back. She wiggles experimentally on the bedding and just the sight of her like that makes your cock throb.

"Please return soon Master, with these chains on I'm completely helpless if one of those other men came in her and wanted to **** me ..." You have to smile a little at the idea that even if she wasn't in chains that there could be anything she could do to stop one of Caderos' men from doing anything he wanted to her soft curvy body.

The last thing you see once you're properly refitted in your gear and on your way out of the tent is her shy glance your way as she pulls futilely on the binding chains. Two hours will never seem so long.