The other twin

You look up and see another young woman hurrying down the steps. From her long dark hair, beautiful face and lush figure, it's easy to guess that she is Pelagia's twin, Phaedra. She freezes for a moment, taking in her fallen brother and her naked sister. Then she takes in Adriana, still standing gloriously nude, and gives a scream like an angry ghost.

"Bitch! Whore! Traitor! You led them here!" And with another cry she flies at Adriana. At the last moment you see that she holds a knife in one hand, and grab her wrist, pulling her up against you and holding her secure as you twist the blade out of her grip.

"Slut! Betrayer! I should cut off your pretty face! Would you give up your city for the pleasure of being **** by a Heliopolis pig?!" Her ugly words disgust you, but the feel of her full buttocks rubbing against you as she struggles is quite pleasant. Looking at these twin wildcats makes you appreciate the pleasure other men find in breaking rebellious slaves. Certainly the prospect of replacing their angry cries with lustful moans and their pride with cocklust is appealing. These two should fetch quite a price, especially if you sell them as a matched pair.

"Gods, I'm sick of your foul mouth, Phaedra," Adriana says, picking up the knife. "I should cut you, for all the times you've threatened me with this knife. For the time you made me eat out Pelagia, and all the other humiliations." She walks towards Phaedra where you hold her, and for a second you think you'll have to order her to calm down. But she just holds the knife loosely and roughly grabs Phaedra's breast with her other hand, squeezing it through the cloth. "I should cut you, but that would ruin the price my master gets when he sells you on the **** block, with these fat udders on display for every man to drool over."

She smiles, and hands the knife to Marcus. "As for being **** - yes, I was taken by my conqueror, and I loved it. Yes, I'm his slut now, but I was a virgin when he took me. You two, on the other hand, have been spreading your legs for every man that took your fancy. It's well known that any man could have you, one at a time or all together, for a sweet word or a pretty gift. And that when you couldn't find a cock, you'd service each other. You're the whores, my master and his men are going to use you like the whores that you are."

You can see Adriana's juices flowing freely and shamelessly down her thighs at the thought of the humiliation and **** of her rivals. Your eyes have been locked on her lovely form throughout her speech, but you turn when you hear a gasp from the stairs at her words.