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What if there was an armed man in the cabinet? As poorly as the men of Athenopolis fight, even one of them could split your skull if he catches you with your sword belt around your ankles and a ****'s legs wrapped around your waist.

Moving to the cabinet door you open it and step back, you were half expecting the **** attack of man but instead you see the crouching form of a woman looking up at you with terrified brown eyes. Unlike the other two, this woman is well dressed in a modest tunic and jacket. She is a little older than the slaves, but her face is quite pretty, you decide as she looks at you not saying a word. It is hard to evaluate her body, with her crouching and dressed in so many clothes, but you like the idea of starting your looting of the city by plundering this woman's body. You reach for her nearest hand and she pulls it away clutching something small in her fist and stares at you fiercely.

"I saw how you animals use women!" She says glancing at the window that overlooked the garden below. I would rather die than be treated like that. Her fingers open revealing a vial as she lifts it to her lips. Your hand hits her cheek slapping away the small glass tube, shattering it against the wood of the cabinet.

"Unfortunately, you are not likely to be given that option." She cries out in frustration as you reach under her arm and lift her easily to her feet. Grabbing the lapels of her jacket, you jerk it off her shoulders and down her arms, pinning them behind her back. Her breasts, pressed forward by the position of her arms are outlined by the sheer fabric of her tunic look both large and firm. Pulling a razor sharp blade from your belt you hold it to the woman's face, running the flat of the blade along her cheek.

"Do you really want to die?" You run the blade down the side of her neck along the fluttering vein under her ear. "It seems to me that a woman like you has a lot to offer and invading army." The blade slides down into the valley between her breasts until it stops at the embroidered trim of her yellow tunic. "You'd like me to slide this blade between your ribs wouldn't you?" Her brown eyes are wide with panic, but she doesn't answer.

A quick look at the two slaves ensures that they are still where you left them, but both women are watching the plight of the woman. Even as sharp as your knife is, it takes several strokes to cut through the thick embroidery trimming the edge of the woman's tunic, but once you cut through the initial trim your knife cuts a long gap in her clothing easily all the way down to her mid thigh.

"I'd much rather slide a different blade deep into you." Your voice is low but filled with lust and her body shakes with emotion. "I don't enjoy taking life, I'd much rather take everything else." You pick the woman up in your strong arms you carry her to the bed and lay her between the two slaves. "Prepare her, I am much too aroused to wait." The **** girls ignore her protests as they pull off her jacket freeing her arms and slide their hands into the long tear in her tunic stroking her tits and fingering her slit.

By the time you have pulled off your thick chest plate, weapon's belt and girdle the woman is starting to respond to their clever fingers. Leaving on your sandals and the greaves laced to your calves your step forward to claim your prize.

"She needs more time my lord." Says the tall ****. "For her comfort, and yours as well, give us a few more minutes to wake the juices in her body. She has not had a man since her husband was killed four years ago."