Let the soldiers enjoy themselves.

You smirk and stride to the middle of the chamber, raising your arms for silence. This might technically be Optio Felix's role, but you're feeling victorious after having marshalled all these men so successfully. The crowd falls silent, and you silently beckon one of the women forward. She shuffles toward you: 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, "and these men of the Roman Legion 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 smile and place a finger on her lips, then slide it into her mouth. She closes her mouth and sucks your finger deeper, eager to please you. With just a bit of pressure, you bring her down to her knees, then remove your finger and turn back to the men, threading your fingers into Bettina's hair. "Optio Felix, this one I reserve for you. As for the rest of you...these women have kindly offered to show their gratitude. Cut their bonds and take them up on it!"

A hearty cheer comes from the men as, still with the heat of battle and the nearness of **** in their veins, they set to enjoying themselves. For their parts, the women seem to have gotten over their initial shock and fear and, now that they know they're not going to be killed by these invaders, appear at the very least willing - and in some cases enthusiastic - to reward the Legion. Bettina grasps Felix's thighs as he pulls her head forward onto his cock with a grin, but then begins to suck away energetically as he works to strip off his more cumbersome armor. You smile at him and pat his shoulder.

"No doubt the bandits have trained them well - fuck her as hard as you like, and think well of me."

"I certainly will do that!" Felix exclaims with a laugh. You chuckle and turn to observe the scene as the sounds of slapping flesh and the moans and shrieks of sex fill the air.

In the back of the room, something catches your eye - a shadow on the wall, almost. Idly you make your way toward it, feeling yourself stiffen as you take in the scene around you. You step around two soldiers who are sharing a girl, pumping hard into her mouth and cunt, then weave your way past a burly man who's got one **** pinning the other down, alternating his strokes between the lower's pussy and the upper's mouth. You scan briefly to see if any slaves are left unfucked, but it doesn't appear there are. Ah well. You'll be the better remembered for your largesse.

The shadow turns out to be another one of the narrow passageways, and you peer into it curiously. It seems that you can see light at the far end, and you take a few steps inward. As the cacophony of the orgy behind you gets louder, you wonder if you should perhaps get one or two of the men - but it's at that exact moment that you see something move in the passageway, too fast for you to react.

You feel a sharp pain and gaze down in wonderment at the ax embedded in your chest. Looking up, you see a lithe blonde woman, face twisted with rage and hatred, retreating further into the passageway. Your last conscious thoughts are that there's no way she'll escape reprisal from all the legionnaires here...but then, that will do nothing to help you.