There's work to be done

There are still plenty of holes to stuff, but if you want to live, there's work to be done. "Where does your husband keep the **** chains?" At first Tarla is confused by your question, but you drag her to her feet and don't give her a chance to lie to you. "I know he has them," you growl, "I've seen him trade for slaves when the price was right." More than once you saw your master personally unload two or three pretty slaves from the back of his wagons on his return from one of his trading expeditions. He was smart enough not to let you or Djuba get your hands on that kind of valuables.

"They're ... " your former mistress looks at her two naked daughters quivering on the tile floor with sudden understanding "... you can't put my babies in ... oh dear goddess." For a woman who prides herself on her intelligence, Tarla can be pretty stupid. Thankfully, before you have to take corrective action, she pulls herself together. "I'll show you."

You head off with the busty woman while Djuba and the two maids prodded Sasha and Adele to their feet to follow. Tarla is understandably nervous. You have not forgotten her offer to please you if you spared her baby; that rabbit has run, but that doesn't mean you couldn't fuck her anyways. You are going to fuck her, but there's work to do before you can have your fun and the last thing you need is one of these women to get away and run screaming from the house.

A short while later, the three former mistresses are fitted with collars and manacles around their pretty necks and slender wrists. These were finely crafted specifically for slavegirls and could have almost been jewelry if not for their functionality. Unlike your crude collar that had been permanently riveted by a blacksmith, these smooth brass bands are temporary and afixed by a mechanism that tightens with the turning of a square-headed key. Fastening these collars around the captive's soft white necks completes the fall of the Kjellborg daughters. The two naked girls knelt in shock on padded pillows, still traumatized by the rough use they were put to by Djuba and yourself. Your former mistress Tarla, on the other hand, had to be held down when it was her turn, but her outer robes were pulled off and she too was collared like a common ****. A long chain runs through eye-rings on the captive's collars to an anchor point in the center of a the specially fashioned room with small, barred windows and secured with a heavy locked door.

You were familiar with this kind of holding pen. Of course, you had been held among scores of other stinking captives in a great damp subterranean chamber with no view of the sun, and in that pit of Hades there were no padded pillows to sit upon. The chamber in Master Kjellborg's mansion was a holding room for pleasure slaves, and in a way that made it even more appropriate for these very fuckable beauties. With the three women safely secured you and Djuba were able to turn your attention to more pressing matters. Milo was going to return, and when he was back, he would have to be dealt with.

Turning to Maria and Mayelle you study the two trembling maids. "Are you two going to be trouble?"

"No Master."

"I need a spear and shield." Djuba nods in agreement and tells them that he wants an axe, 'the bigger the better.' The maids lead you to another room not far from where you left the women; this room like the other has a heavy locked door, but the ring of keys taken from Tarla's belt eventually opens the 'armory' room. If those had been your weapons, you wouldn't have bother to lock them up, but it is the first time you've had a spear in your hand since your capture and you sigh in satisfaction. Djuba has no luck finding an axe, but he settles for a large two-handed club of black wood studded with thick metal nubs.

"Let Milo come back now, Brother," Djuba grins broadly, "I'll bash his ugly bald head in, and keep bashing it until even his mother couldn't love him."