She calls for help

"I guess you'll have to trust me then." You tell Sandrine making your voice as sweet and gentle as you can, but she laughs at your attempt.

"Oh no, my nasty little pillaging warrior." You'd like to protest, but that really pretty much sums it up. "It means I'll have to do something I had hoped to avoid." She's going to kill you after all! It's undoubtedly the right decision for someone as slight in frame as Sandrine, even without a weapon of your own you feel quite confident that you could overpower the girl if she just gave you have a chance. Oh and when you had here at your mercy this time you know exactly what you'd do to her tasty little pussy. Luckily, before you muster the courage for a **** grab at the knife the dark-haired beauty finishes her thought.

"I have a friend who I had hoped to keep out of this but..." she pauses for just a heartbeat before making her final decision, "oh well." Sandrine's grip tightens on your shoulder and the knife returns to the spot below your ear before she calls out loudly.

"Dorothea!" Her friend was another girl?! "Dorothea, I need you down here." You can feel the softness of her thighs as they slide slightly back from your waist but other than the jolt of excitement they send straight to your semi erect cock, the movement doesn't seem to improve your position much. It does however make it easier for Sandrine to look you straight in the eyes. "Listen to me, you are not to hurt Dorothea. She's not quite right, but if she's messed up it's almost certainly because of some asshole man like you." The hand that had been gripping your shoulder comes free and points directly at your nose. "If I catch you so much as winking at that girl, I'll cut off your balls myself! Got it?" You nod silently wondering who this Dorothea is and why Sandrine seems to care so much about her.

You don't have long to wait before a pretty young woman about Sandrine's age comes tentatively down a ramp from the upper level. Other than the similarity in ages and the attractiveness of the two there are not many similarities between them. Dorothea was as light and cheerful as Sandrine was dark and somber, her plain homespun tunic marked her as a member of the lowest elements of society and you notice almost immediately that unlike the suspicious and sharp-witted Sandrine, this girl was not the sharpest tool in the shed. No wonder Sandrine hesitated to involve her in your capture.

"Ooohh!" The buxom blonde stopped in surprise when she saw the two of you naked in the stone basin of water. "Who is that man, Sandy?"

"He's a bad man Dory," Sandrine tells her gently, "and I need your help to make sure he doesn't hurt us or any of our friends." To your surprise the young woman accepts that answer without further questions about how you and her friend ended up naked in the trough of water. Under Sandrine's supervision, Dorothea ties your arms securely behind your back. The girl might be a little simple, but she had plenty of strength in her grip and the knots she tied fit tightly around your wrists.

"There," chuckles your captor as she finally helps you climb to your feet in the large basin, "I imagine that we both feel a little safer now, don't we?" You almost miss the question because Dorothea is clearly checking out the size of the partial erection that bobs like a lever arm from your dripping tangle of pubic hair. She doesn't say anything but you see her bite her lower lip in appreciation of your member. Another difference between the two that you file away for future thought; pretty young Dorothea appears quite comfortable with a man's equipment. Her otherwise confident and streetwise friend, Sandrine, had looked far less sure of herself when she had first seen your erection.

"I said," Sandrine repeats herself loudly "we both feel quite a bit safer now, don't we Thadeus?" You nod your head in agreement. If anything, your are even more **** now that your arms are tied, but not having that damn razor-sharp blade scraping the skin of your neck was a pretty notable improvement and if that raven-haired vixen had wanted you dead, it would have all been over as soon as she retrieved her blade.

A minute later the three of you were standing in the room, Sandrine had pulled her clothes back on and helped tie your loincloth around your waist.

"What are we going to do with him Sandy?" Asked Dorothea "Can we keep him?" she added as though you were a stray puppy or injured bird, and not a soldier from an invading army bent on pillaging, plundering and enslaving the citizens of her city.