You get the curvy brunette

"Is that all men ever think about?" You see Relia's jaw tighten. "I've told you already, you can't have me," she glances at the pair of slaves waiting by the door and with an exaggerated sigh she offers a compromise. "You can use one of them, if you're quick." You'll have to be quick. Yet another look out the window confirms that the drake-wires still block your escape. From the main courtyard below you can see a few well organized platoons of invaders moving purposefully deeper into the city as well as a few groups of citizens rallying to the cries of charismatic leaders trying to fight the inevitable. Ignoring the mass chaos of warriors smashing their way into houses and plundering anything of value you turn your attention back to the two slaves.

The small-boned blonde is so thin you wonder if she could break if one of the burly hoplites captured her. Her breasts don't even look particularly small because her waist is a thin as your thigh and her torso not all that much bigger. She looks away quickly when she sees you appraising her and you wonder if she's had any experience with men at all. It is hard to imagine that a **** as pretty as she is in her own dainty way could have avoided the attention of men. More likely, her experience with sex has been one of pain and humiliation, and she doesn't know how good it can feel when a man takes the time to treat her right.

You feel a little sorry for her, as you doubt the invading soldiers who break through the main doors on the ground floor and climb the stairs to find this pair is likely to treat her any better. You could perhaps get her ready for what is to come, but you are in the mood for something hard and quick, not a slow seduction.

Instead you point to the brunette. "Strip!" The brunette smiles brightly as she turns slightly away from you and slides her tunic from her shoulders.

"Perfect!" Exclaims Lady Relia most certainly relieved that you are willing to settle for a **** instead of demanding her. "That man-hungry tease can be part of your payment. Uhm - is there someplace I can wait while you enjoy her slutty little body?" You catch a wonderful side look of the olive skinned **** as she steps out of the tunic, her ass is round and firm and her belly curves smoothly towards the mound that is partially concealed by her toned thigh. Turning back to face you she clutches the tunic to her front concealing most but not all of her lovely body. The whole maneuver looks charming and innocent, but you know that pleasure slaves practice that maneuver over and over again until they can show just the right amount of skin to arouse the interest of anyone watching.

"Very nice," you tell the **** with a loud laugh. "Now go get on my bed and we'll see what else you've been trained to do." As she runs by you, you slap her curvy ass leaving a red print, she squeals in surprise and then giggles as she jumps up on the four poster bed.

Turning to Lady Relia you say "There is no place else This is a Rider's apartment. I live in this room and Swift is on the balcony." Pointing to the large doorway opposite the bed you add a warning. "I don't recommend going out there without me, Swift might mistake you for dinner." Lady Relia's displeasure as she leads her other **** by the arm to the window is impossible to miss, but you have more important matters to attend to so you pretty much ignore her attempt to retain what is left of her dignity. The petite blonde **** by her side seems as uncomfortable with the fucking that was about to happen as her free mistress, and again you wondered how that lithe-bodied cutie could have so little experience with men.

You turn your attention back to the bed and see the **** kneeling on the bed holding both tits up to her mouth licking first one nipple then the other watching you carefully to gage your reaction to her exhibitionist teasing.