The slender blonde priestess

With one long stride you close the gap between you and the blue-eyed priestess still nearly completely covered by the vestments of her position. Only the slightest flicker of emotion is visible as she realizes that she is the first of your prizes that will be put to the test. You had expected some kind of strident protest or shrewd bargaining but instead her lips tightened slightly as she lowered her eyes in acceptance. The protests came instead from the High Priestess who was only now realizing how precarious her and her charges situation had become.

“You will pay for this defilement!” The High Priestess protests in vain as she watches the sack of her temple. “Athena will not sit by idly while you and your Helios scum take what no mortal man may claim!” With the familiarity of practice, you spin the High Priestess around and gather her slender wrists behind her back binding them with the gold chain of office from her neck. Pushing the stunned cleric into Adriana's waiting arms you tell her to chain the former mistress of theses sacred halls. As much as you'd like to show the proud Priestess that she has a pussy that can be filled just like any other woman's, you imagine that the Lord Marshal other high officers might think you've overstepped your station.

With the High Priestess now shrieking at Adriana instead of you, your attention turns to the three acolytes who are on the verge of bolting like startled goats. “Chain them.” You direct the other three members of your growing **** train. You watch with interest as the women each pick a woman to bind. Cassiopeia moves behind her freckle-faced friend, gently drawing her wrists together behind her back. Erina is too stunned to protest as her companion and confidante clicks the iron manacles around her wrists, and then brushes the waves of curly red locks that flowed over her shoulders behind her neck exposing the fair skin of the girl’s throat.

The contrast between the pale freckled skin of the acolyte and the dark brown of the Nubian that Nicia decides to secure is as different as the reactions of the two captives. Unlike Cassiopeia's docile friend, the dark-skinned novice does not submit without a fight; as Nicia approaches, the acolyte swings wildly at the freed woman. The two fall to the floor in a tumble of limbs and wrestle on the polished tiles. Even though the Nubia maiden is a hand taller and heavier than your ****, Nicia seems to be holding her own as they roll away towards the alter.

By this time Sophia is finishing with her prize, not only securing her hands with the shackles but pulling down the acolyte's tunic to her waist exposing the full golden globes of her breasts capped with dark nipples that were slowly contracting. She then ties the young woman to the spear rising from the Temple's floor to the outstretched arm of the statue of Athena three times higher than you could reach above you head. Lady Sophia is wrapping a chain around and around again binding the teen's slender waist to the towering weapon. Adriana is returning from the nook where the High Priestess is now glaring at the sight of your men plundering the struggling women of the temple.

All around you, your hoplites are spreading the thighs of their selections and making them cry out as their bloodied cocks stretch open the once sealed passageways. From every corner of the great central room of the temple, the shrieks of maids becoming women fill the sanctuary. Under the stern eyes of the statue of Athena herself, protesting priestesses and crying acolytes sworn to her service are now being used by your men in a way that they could never have imagined before this siege began. Not even the Temple's Vestal Virgins are spared as they too join the ranks of women whose purpose is to please the men who claim them. While aware of your surroundings, your attention is on the proud cleric standing before you.

You smile in satisfaction as your hands move to remove the layers of cloth that cover the blonde priestess and discover the prize waiting beneath. The woman does not fight you as you unlace her vestments, and you wonder if she perhaps doesn't fully understand that she too will soon feel a man's cock like so many of the others. Only when the bodice of her regalia starts to slide from her slender shoulders does she lift her hands to clutch the heavily embroidered fabric to her bosom.

"No, no" You laugh not unkindly as you pull the garment down to her flaring hips, "I want to be able to see every inch of this unblemished flesh before I show you what you've been missing out on." She may be twice the age of the teenaged acolytes in her charge, but her breasts are surprisingly firm, and you wonder how long it might take before her hips widened and her tits started to sag as brat after brat suckled for milk at her swollen mounds. A few more quick tugs at the bindings pulled away the rest of the garments except for a single wrap that shields her nether-regions from your admiring gaze.

"Do I meet your approval then, Captain?" Her voice is clear and confident in spite of her dire situation and she glances at the three acolytes who are now all bound to the spear of Athena. "Do with me what you must, but leave those innocents be, my church will pay you well for their safe return if they are unspoiled."

"What of you?" You ask out of curiosity even as you pull her firmly against your hips, "wouldn't your sisters pay even more for your untarnished return?" It is not likely that this proud priestess would retain her chastity for much longer now that you've had a chance to take in the soft curves of her womanly body, and her soft gasp as your hand slides down along her smooth belly make it clear that she knows just what your intentions are.

"Perhaps, b - ahh!" Her voice catches momentarily as your hand squeezes between her pale thighs and you cup her sex feeling the softness of her curls under her wrap. When she continues her tone is a little less calm and collected. "Perhaps, but these girls are innocent of any offense to the gods."

"What about you?" You ask as a finger slowly explores between the folds of her pussy. "Surely you are as pure and untouched as any of those pretty little treats."

"Oh, I'm a virgin, Captain, if that's what you're after," her body jerks slightly as you find a passageway deeper into her and a trickle of juices starts to lubricate the once dry petals. "but I can no longer claim to be innocent. Nor do I believe that the Goddess will protect me -" Her blue eyes flicker in what might be sorrow but could just as easily be surprise as another finger joins the first probing into her tight passage. " - not after all I've been a party to."