You find Cassiopeia irrisistable

You walk slowly towards Cassiopeia stopping two paces from her trembling form. With a humble grin you offer the slender teen your hand and after only the slightest hesitation she places her small warm hand in yours. A moan comes from somewhere behind you; one of Cassiopeia’s sisters who objects to your choice no doubt.

“Wait!” Pelagia's voice is now smooth and seductive “Why wrestle with an untrained girl like her, sir? When Phaedra and I can give you to a real treat?” Her hands rise to her full breasts and pinch her dark nipples twisting them into hard peaks. “Have you ever been serviced by twins My Lord?” She asks taking Phaedra's hand in hers and pulling her to her side. Pelagia steps behind her still sulking sister and runs her loosely chained hands up and down the red silk of Phaedra’s slip while kissing her neck and murmuring in her ear.

“A man like you deserves to have the very best, Captain.” Pelagia coaxes as her bound hands reach over Phaedra's head and encircle the twin’s waist. “The two of us have satisfied all sorts of desires and fantasies My Lord, we can certainly make a man like you forget about unskilled virgins.” You can see Adriana start to respond to the unmistakable slight but you silence her with a hard glance. Emboldened by your look Pelagia lifts the hem of her sister’s tunic revealing all of her white thigh and a hint of a hairless pussy that matches her own shaven mound.

You move to where Pelagia and her sister stand expectantly staring you in the eye. The twins are almost your height and have a confidence about them that is almost defiant despite their situation.

“Forget about Cassiopeia My Lord.” Pelagia whispers in your ear. “We can double your pleasure.” Dropping Cassiopeia’s hand you take a handful of each raven-haired captive’s tresses and pull their mouths to yours kissing first one and then the other. Phaedra struggles slightly as you **** open her lips and roughly plunder her mouth, but Pelagia meets your kiss with an open mouth and dancing tongue that skillfully entangles itself with yours as she presses her naked breasts against your broad chest. By the time you pull away from the pair both are flushed with pleasure.

“Oh gods yes!” Begs Pelagia “Come bury your staff in our hot matching cunts. Fuck us until we can’t take any more.” You are not unmoved by the woman’s appeal but you step back to where you left Cassiopeia and take her hand in yours once again. The slightest tightening of her fingers in your hand is the only reaction you get from the lithesome blonde at your side, but it is enough to outweigh all the seductive persuasiveness of her older sister.

“Maybe some other time, my sexy captive; when I feel the need for a good hard mindless fuck.” You tell the pair, pulling the nervous young woman close against your side. As soon as your words register all of Pelagia’s sexual attractiveness dissipates.

“Fuck-you, you piece-of-shit lowlife.” She spits out breaking the sultry tone with the coarseness you remember from before. “I hope you dick shrivels up and…” That was as far as she got before Antonios covered her vitriolic mouth with his hand.

“Do you mind if we teach these two alley-cats some manners while you are occupied?” He asks and you nod your permission slightly surprised that Antonios is finally going to savor the spoils of conquest that he had until now declined. Of course the matching dark-haired noblewomen, each with the body and skills to match the best whores of the city, would be enough to tempt any man. That pair will fetch a fine price on the auction block.

“Come.” You lead Cassiopeia to the steps. “A woman’s first time should be on a bed and in privacy, not bent over a couch for the amusement of a roomful of spectators.” For the first time since she placed her hand in yours the young woman looks up at you, her clear blue eyes glimmering in gratitude as she comes to terms with the inevitable facts of her city's fall.

Cassiopeia lets you take her hand in yours and lead her the steps that she just came up from. Behind you the protests of her sisters are quickly silenced by your men. The stairway is lit by an oil lantern at the foot of the steps and in the dim light you can see several doors set into the walls of the lower landing.

“Which room should we use?” You ask your trembling prize as you approach the foot of the stairway.