Many of the apprentices rushed forwards and there was a long search through the Large stacks of books and papers until one girl exclaimed she'd found the records. Malika left the apprentices to find where they were they had been taken from as children and walked out toward the treasury. Yet many of the girls followed her partly out of curiosity and partly because they were having far too much fun by now to start leaving through dusty old records. Soon enough many were standing behind Malika as she stood before the large re-inforced stone doors to the treasury.

This time she let Pugward do the honours and with his usual tact he blew the door straight off its hinges with a thunderous bang. Then before the dust cleared he tugged on Eluria’s hair to make her dart inside.

“Well slap me on a log and call me a twig!" They heard him cry.

“You people are fuckin Loaded!"

As the dust cleared they all peered past it to see that Eluria, not being able to see where she was going, had gotten stuck head first into a large pile of gold coins. Her legs were flailing wildly in the air displaying her wet pussy for all to see as she struggled with her torso submerged in the gold. Pugward had evidently done the same but his smaller stature and the fact that he hadn't gone in head first left him rolling about on top of the pile throwing coins about.

Gasps of delight came from the girls and even Malika herself was surprised at the treasury. Each of the apprentices were already richer than some kings if they got their share of this which Malika of course intended to pay out as she'd promised. The treasury was filled with gold, jewels and thousands of other treasures that the sisterhood had acquired over the years. It made sense after all since the sisters took whatever they wanted, they wouldn't have had to pay for it and Lagria took tributes in blood, not gold. So every time riches had come their way the sisterhood had thrown them in here and forgotten about them.

“Hey Listen up!" Pugward scooted forward toward where Eluria's legs still flailed helplessly. He smacked out a tune on her ass cheeks as if they were a pair of bongos to catch everyone's attention.

“Now if the boss is lettin' you out of there that's fine by me but no one utters a word about this lot to anyone you meet alright? If you do we'll have armies turning up at our doorstep to take the lot.”

The gathered apprentices all nodded solemnly at him. They helped him get Eluria out of the pile Leaving her gasping for air. Pugward Let her take five whilst the apprentices played in amidst the gold dressing themselves up Like princesses with the treasures. The imp enjoyed this immensely as the cloaks the apprentices wore were soon discarded in favour of jewelled belts and necklaces that showed off against their nude bodies.

Some of the apprentices discovered instruments such as golden harps and old horns. The imp saw they were wondering what the things did and walked over to them. Upon seeing they'd drawn his attention the four collected girls yelped in surprise.

“We're very sorry...we didn't mean to..." One of the girls began to apologise but found it was difficult to do when you didn't quite know what you'd done wrong. She did know she didn't want her head blown up though which provided a hell of an incentive.

“Hey, ease up baby. You Lot wanna know what they do?" He nodded to the instruments in their hands.

She looked down at the harp she was holding with trembling fingers and then back to him with a shy nod.

“Alright, Lean down so I can reach ya." Pugward said as he reached up with his spidery fingers, clearly wanting to grasp the girl's head.

At this, the girl promptly passed out with fright and slumped to the ground. With a quick flick of his hands the imp caught her with a spell and set her down gently.

“Well this sure as hell ain't my smoothest moment." Pugward grumbled before turning his head to look at the next apprentice who was normally a healthy looking red haired girl that had currently Lost all the colour in her face.

Pugward growled in frustration. He turned to Malika who had been watching the whole thing and trying to stifle laughter.

“Oi! Mind doin' be a favour boss?" He called over to her.

“Sure Pugward, what do you want?" Malika played along, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Could you order me not to hurt any of these girls?" The apprentices all Looked at him now, some smiling at his obvious theatricality.