Some questions

"I'm gonna ask you some questions," you tell the girl. "Answer softly and truthfully or you're dead. Got it?"

She nods fearfully and you lower your hands slowly, ready to **** her if she starts to scream. She does nothing but tremble in your grasp, her chin wobbling with terror.

"How many in the house," you ask. "Answer quick now, and don't be lying."

"Five in all ... four others and me. The Mistress and Lady Adele are together, Miss Sasha is still in her rooms and another maid is cleaning."

"What about Milo?" You ask as a simple test.

"He left, Sir. I thought you knew..."

"Where are the Mistresses Tarla and Adele?"

"Upstairs. They were trying to see if they could get a look at the attacks from the balconies. They sent me down for wine." You see Djuba enter the room, the still dazed Sasha held in his arms. The serving maid's eyes widen at the sight of the naked girl's bindings and ravished beauty. If she had any doubt about what you wanted that question has been fully answered; she shudders in your arms, a soft whimper escaping her mouth.

"Do what you're told, and you won't get hurt," you tell her. "What's your name girl?"

"Mayelle, sir. I'll do whatever you say, please don't hurt me."

She's a pretty little thing, and you wouldn't mind sampling her sweet and tender body, but you have bigger game in mind.