Sweet and sour

A shrill shriek pierces the air and you see two more women standing in the stairwell looking in horror at the scene in the main room. One of the women must be Phaedra, twin of your bound captive. She has the same thick raven hair and milky white skin although her body looks a little heavier around the shoulders and neck. Hiding behind Phaedra is a petite golden haired young woman – perhaps Cassiopeia – whose cry of terror ends abruptly as she realizes that all eyes have shifted to her and Phaedra. Both women are dressed in simple shifts that cover their bodies from shoulders to knees. Phaedra’s shift is bright red with gold embroidery bordering the “V” cut deeply between her breasts as well as around the slits cut up both sides of the garment that expose a promising flash of thigh. The other girl’s under tunic is white silk and although the cut is much more modest, the effect of the soft cloth clinging to her lush curves is extremely erotic.

“I’ll kill you bitch!” Bellows Phaedra. Her voice lacks the musical timbre of her pretty twin although the coarse language is shared by both. Phaedra charges into the room straight at Adriana a long knife gleaming in the dim light of the room. But before you or anyone else can react Adriana deflects her assailant’s blow and effortlessly twists her over her naked hip sending her tumbling across the floor. The move is a simple defensive counter to a charging opponent, but the smoothness of its execution impresses everyone in the room. It takes more than casual training to throw someone as skillfully as Adriana had, somehow this noble woman had received more martial training than many of the men who were slaughtered defending the city walls.

Phaedra climbs quickly to her feet again and approaches Adriana moving more cautiously this time her knife tracing curving patterns in the air. Phaedra looks like she has used this knife many times to intimidate her foes (or worse).

“I’m going to slice you up girl.” Growls Phaedra, “I’m going to cut those pretty tits up so bad no man will ever want to touch them.” Shaking your head at Marcus and Antonios you kick one of the smaller pieces of firewood across the floor to where in Adriana can easily reach it. Her eyes never leave Phaedra’s knife, as she stoops and quickly picks up the smooth pine branch testing its weight while she waits for Phaedra’s next move. She doesn't have to wait long, with a grunt and a high feint Phaedra drops into a low crouch and you see the knife slicing towards Adriana’s white thighs. You really should stop this before Phaedra’s knife blemishes Adriana’s perfect skin you think, but before you can step in to intervene a loud “CRACK” returns your attention to Adriana. Only momentarily fooled by Phaedra’s high feint, her hand drops into a low block that strikes Phaedra’s knife hand so hard that the brittle wood snaps in half. The blow also disarms her opponent and stepping quickly behind her Adriana kicks the back of Phaedra’s legs dropping her to her knees. Gripping a handful of Phaedra’s hair Adriana forces her head back and runs the jagged edge of her wooden stick along the long white throat.

“You and your knife,” Adriana murmurs softly into her ear, “How many times did you hold that knife to my throat?” As she speaks Adriana runs the pointed end of the stick over Phaedra’s jaw line and neck. Flipping the wood in her hand Adriana runs the sharp point of the wood down the open neck of Phaedra’s shift until the jagged end rests against the impressive swell of her breast. “How do you think it would feel to have this rammed into your fat nipple?” Adriana must have sensed you shift uncomfortably because she continued quickly.

“Don’t worry, I’d hate to ruin your value as a ****." You hear a muted whimper coming from the girl in white as she suddenly remembers her fate. "I don't want your father to be able to redeem your sweet ass. I hope you get sold to some fat merchant who gets off on watching his slaves get fucked by donkeys.” Tossing the wooden shard away Adriana pushed Phaedra away from her and steps back. Despite her calm words you can see her bosom rising and falling rapidly from the adrenaline that flooded her system. Turning to you she smiles a little cruelly.

“She’s all yours.”