An unexpected witness

As your men bring the chained occupants of the house into the garden you sort them into the two groups. About eight of the captives are attractive ****/serving girls who docily allow themselves to be lead by their captors. The Lord of the house must like pretty young slaves because none look older than twenty-five, and all were unusually attractive. Two other women in their thirties were not so submissive, you can see one has a bright red bruise on her left cheek, and both are jerking at their capture chains in a futile attempt to free their hands. Judging by their struggles and better quality dresses, these captives are free women; they will learn. There are only three more males in the entire group to join the gardener, one was over fifty and had a food stained apron wrapped around his ample belly the other two looked more like girls than men. Marcus should be happy. You guess that any males who could fight were drafted into the defense of the city. It takes about five minutes for all your men to return.

You spend that time separating the prisoners into the two groups and securing each group by running a chain through their chained arms. Placing the noblewoman against the wall behind the chain you do not even bother to bind her, you are sure that she will soon be selected. She says nothing but you can see the hope in her eyes as more and more women are lined up against the wall and her daughter is not among them. When nearly all of your men have returned and are inspecting the waiting captives you say:

"You have twenty minutes or so to enjoy yourselves, after that we have to finish our mission."

After a lifetime of having to be humble to others who were made your superiors by accident of birth, following their orders without question, and being snubbed by your fellow junior officers because of your illegitimate beginnings, the feel of absolute power and control you have over this household is intoxicating. How better to exercise this control than by taking this noblewoman. Making her surrender to you completely in front of her entire household. You will use her body for your pleasure, and she will have to submit willingly crying out in pleasure and begging you to take her as hard as you like. As your hands caress her body you hear a comotion from behind you.

A streetrat comes tumbling into the garden from the alleyway outside the gate.

"Well, what do we have here?" Petros asks as he walks out behind the sprawled figure. "What do you think you're doing you little runt?"

"I...I..." The young man is terrified as he tries to think of something to say that might get him out of a sudden ****. His eyes widen when the Petros draws his sword, the metal ringing in the air.

"What do you say, Captain Caderos, sir?" He asks "Shall I run this gutter trash through?" You grunt neutrally and turn your attention back to fondling Lady Sophia's magnificent breasts. Tough to be him, but he should have been minding his own business, not out somewhere where he could get caught.

"Wait!" Another voice rang out. Marcus steps closer to the young man, his armor already off and his pants around his ankles. He had a visible erection in his breeches. "I like that one. Can I have a few minutes with him before you cut him to pieces?"

"Go ahead." you say with the same level of indifference. You have never understood Marcus' taste in bed partners. The male/female issue aside, why would a filthy scrap of a boy like that be more attractive than a well fed clean youth? You shouldn't be too hard on the boy, he is not all that different than you were at his age. If Athenapolis recruited and trained warriors from their own population instead of hiring mercenaries this youth could have been serving in the army just like you.

As it is, he looks like he spent hours exploring the alleyways of the city. Turning back to the growing need between your thighs, you draw the noblewoman from the line you lead her to a clear grassy spot not far from her chained son and pretty daughter. Lady Sophia is not happy with your choosen location.

"Must you take me here? In front of my daughter?" You are about to tell her that that her public submission is part of her deal when you are distracted again by the street rat's struggles. Even though he is outweighed by close to eighty pounds he wrestles with Marcus with a ferocity that no other man in Athenapolis has shown.

"Wait a second Marcus!" You should have just had Petros kill the boy when you were first asked, now every time you look at him you see yourself a dozen years before.

"We could use a street rat like him to guide us through the city, especially if we have to take to the side streets again." Marcus is clearly not happy about being denied the prize that he had to fight for the past minute or two.

"OK, OK, I'm not going to kill him, he can guide us just as well once I've split open his cheeks with my spear." You had been used that way more than once when you first joined the army, but never by some stranger, and always with some concern for your well being. The experience of being **** by a foriegn soldier might not kill the youth, but it could break the spirit in him that you find so intriguing.

"That's just it Marcus," you reply, letting a bit of an edge in your voice remind Marcos that this is not a democracy "we need him to be able to walk if he is going to be any use to us."

"Fuck it!" Marcus answers as he slaps the street rat's butt with is hand so hard that it knocks the young man onto his dirty face "He's all skin and bones anyhow, not worth all the talking and fighting." Marcus grabs the youth by his wrist and drags him over to Lady Sophia's family. He clamps one end of a band around his wrist and the other around the wrist of the Sophia's daughter locking the too of together. "This can be our 'too useful to fuck chain'" he laughs and stomps back to the young men still chained by the wall.

You turn your attention back to the noblewoman in your arms.