Indulge yourself - the place seems deserted.

You stride into the center of the room, grinning, and raise your {if Gladius Held = True}sword{else}weapon{endif}. "Men!" you call out, bringing the room to silence. You beckon one of the women forward: a pretty woman, a little on the underfed side perhaps, and with a frizzy, matted mane of light brown hair. Her hands are bound - the bandits kept her and most of the others so, it's clear.

"My name is Gaius Lentillus," you declare to the listening room, "and these men and I have slain your captors. What's your name?"

"B-Bettina, sir," the girl says. Her voice is raspy, perhaps from dehydration. She keeps her eyes lowered to the floor.

"Bettina. And what station are you?"

"I..." the girl swallows, then clearly decides it's best not to lie. "I am a ****, sir. Of the estate of Longinus."

You nod. A neighbor in the area, as you assumed. "And these other women, they are all slaves?"

Bettina looks around slowly, then gives the tiniest of nods. You smile.

"Very well. Rejoice! We have rescued you from these bandits and will be returning you to your masters' homes. In the meantime, however, you are in the custody of the Roman Legion. I'm sure your masters will be grateful to these men, and..." you step closer and pinch Bettina's nipples, successfully getting a gasp from her and causing her to jerk her chin up and make fearful eye contact with you. "...I'm sure on your masters' behalf you're all eager to thank these men, aren't you?"

Bettina's lip is trembling. "O-Of course, sir. We will all...show our thanks."

You smirk. "I'm glad to hear that. You can start now..." Undoing your belt, you drop it to the floor and strip off your tunic. Your men let out a ragged cheer and some laughter as you put one hand on Bettina's head and guide her down to her knees, where she tentatively begins sucking your cock. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation, then realize you've got people to lead.

"Her mouth is warm and pleasant!" you call to the men with a grin. "Do me a favor and make sure the other slaves' are, and the rest of their holes as well, eh?"

The cheer that goes up from your men this time is even louder, and you grin as you watch the orgy begin. Within minutes the air is filled with the sound of sex: moans, shrieks, the slap of flesh on flesh. Now that they're certain they're not going to be killed by these invaders, the **** women seem for the most part willing (and in some cases eager) to reward you for freeing them. You rest one hand on Bettina's bobbing head while you watch a farmer mount a pudgy slavegirl from behind; in another corner of the chamber, two farmers have lifted a skinny girl, her legs spread wide, and are holding her between them, plowing into both cunt and ass at once. One older man is content to sit on a rock, tweaking the nipples of the big-titted **** who's sucking him off eagerly while he moans.

You spy a shadow in the back of the chamber that looks like it might actually be a passage into a deeper part of the cave complex, but then Bettina takes your cock fully into her throat and you let out a groan and close your eyes, enjoying the ****'s tight grip on your member.

Just as you do that, though, you hear shouts of panic. You blink your eyes open, and see a figure moving through the crowd: it's a tall, blonde woman, lithe and muscularly built, wielding two axes that glint in the light of the oil lamps. She's cutting down both men and women as she whirls through the crowd, a look of rage on her face. Your men are desperately disentangling themselves and reaching for weapons, but she moves fast, and she's already armed and armored - in leather armor that's decorated with what look like wolf's-head motifs!

You shove Bettina off your cock and cast about desperately for your {if Gladius Held = True}sword{else}spear{endif}. Just as you see it, though, you hear a war cry behind you and a sharp pain in your back. Then everything goes dark.