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Al Areth, the city of chaos. In more civilised lands it's name was whispered as a curse. The home of countless thieves, warlords and cutthroats, both human and inhuman. The city was ancient and sprawling with the desert at it's back and a vast sea surrounding it on three sides. From it's harbour pirate ships set sail to harry the shipping routes and raid coastal towns and from the city gates bands of marauders rode forth to plunder merchant caravans and raid nearby kingdoms for slaves. In return for a tithe on their plunder Al Areth gave anyone sanctuary. The city's ruler was known only by their title, The Tyrant. When they appeared in public black robes and spells of obscurement hid their features so that none could tell if the Tyrant was a man or woman or even if they were human. The Tyrant had ruled in Al Areth as long as anyone could remember, even the long lived sorcerers who made the city their home. Order, of a kind, was maintained by the Tyrant's personal army. The Akkadian waited in the shadows of an alley, his dark cloak wrapped around his body blending into the darkness. Some distance up the main street was the compound of the warlord Trimon. Even from this distance the assassin could make out at least four men on the flat roof armed with bows or crossbows, only their heads and shoulders visable above the parapet as they kept watch. Two more guards stood outside the main door, halting and searching all who entered. On the occasions that the Akkadian had seen the door open, more guards were on the other side, only unbarring and opening the thick door when those outside had cleared the visitors to Trimon's lair. Trimon's death would be a difficult one to accomplish, but the harder and more perilous the killing the greater the rewards. The Akkadian grinned to himself as he imagined the reward. He had worked for the sorceress before, eight who had rivalled or displeased her in the past had fallen to his blades and three or four times that number in guards or henchmen of his targets. Despite being the most thoroughly evil bitch he knew the Sorceress always paid promptly without haggling and the rewards he could expect didn't end with mere gold and jewels. The witch was rumoured to be over two hundred years old, but the assassin could attest that her body in every respect reflected barely a tenth of that. For a killing successfully completed he could expect that the Sorceress's body would be part of the reward, for a night at least. Utterly depraved, there was barely a sexual act at which she not superbly skilled in. A night with the twisted beauty left the Akkadian more cut, bruised and exhausted than a hard fought battle. He smelt her presence before he heard her approach although his hearing was the keenest of his senses. A rich exotic musk that made his cock stiffen from the memories associated with it was suddenly all around him in the shadowy alley. "So, it is to be Trimon?" the Akkadian said quietly without turning around. The Sorceress glided closer and the assassin turned to face her. Tall for a woman, she was still half a head shorter than the powerfully built Akkadian. Straight black hair framed her beautiful face, falling to just below her bare shoulders. A brocaded silk dress clung to her ample curves, leaving none of the delights of her body to the imagination. The musk she wore was overpowering, enhanced by magic it ignited lust in all that breathed in it's fragrence and the Akkadian's cock grew hard in response. "Yes, Trimon," the Sorceress answered, her voice husky and erotic. "That cur has sacked a caravan that carried my sigil and now he has the gall to demand payment to return my property." The Akkadian shrugged. He was an assassin, the reason for his services was of no concern to him. He would have accepted the coin and done the deed whatever the motive. "Trimon is well guarded, his demise will be twenty gold," the Akkadian stated. "It will take some time to plan the deed, perhaps a week before I can complete unless he gets careless." "That is unacceptable!" the witch snapped, her sultry voice turning petulant and dangerous. "My vengeance must be seen to be swift to dissuade others from crossing me." The Akkadian shrugged again. "I'm an assassin, I kill for gold. All the gold you have will be little use to me if I die reaching Trimon." "I can get you into Trimon," the Sorceress stated slyly. "If I can get you into his chamber alone with him with a dagger will you accept the contract?" The Akkadian considered the idea for a moment. Though Trimon was a renowned fighter the assassin was confident of besting any man in single combat. With surprise on his side despatching the warlord should be childs play, making his escape after might be risky, but that was usual. "Yes, if you can manage such a feat then I will accept," he replied. "But this will cost you dearly, five times my normal fee. And your body will be mine to use as I please for seven nights." The sorceress smiled evilly at his stipulation. "That is acceptable, such payment is rich reward indeed, though not without pleasure for myself." The evil witch gestured to the dark shadows further down the alleyway and three figures emerged from the dark. Two were hulking pigfaced Orcs who served the Sorceress as minions. Between them was the slight figure of a young woman. As they came nearer the Akkadian saw they each had firm hold of the girl's arms and she was gagged and struggling weakly against their grip. Soft tinkling of bells could be heard as she writhed. "What's this, a whore?" the Akkadian asked puzzled. The woman was marked with the bodypaint common to the guild of whores, clothing painted onto her naked flesh in indelible henna that could only be removed with a rare potion. Only the skimpy silk loincloth that circled her hips and barely covered her sex was tangible covering. Bracelets and ankle chains made of tiny silver bells, jewellery and soft leather slippers were the only other adornments she had. The Akkadian licked his lips at the sight of the whore. Dark haired like the Sorceress, this girl was more slender and shorter and her hair was mass of black curls and longer than the exotic witch. Despite her slim body her breasts were large and firm, bouncing enticingly as she struggled against the Orc's grip. "Trimon sent out for this one, but I had her waylaid," the witch explained. "The guards know her by sight as she is Trimon's favourite plaything. They will adsmit her to his chamber without question." "How does that help?" the Akkadian demanded with a frown. "Even if they open the door to her there are too many guards there for me to rush and kill them all." "It helps because I can do this," the Sorceress laughed. Taking a good hard look at the captured whore, the witch turned suddenly and gestured towards the Akkadian and muttered a phrase in some arcane language. A blue glow suffused her outflung hand, which then leapt out from her open palm to strike the assassin on his broad chest. Muttering an oath the Akkadian pounced forward, seizing the witch by her slender neck and thrust her backwards against the alley wall. The two Orc guards started forward, but a gesture from the witch halted them with a growl. "What have you done you bitch?" the Akkadian demanded, his strong fingers exerting pressure on the witch's neck. The Sorceress smiled as a tingling began in the Akkadian's hands and feet. His eyes went wide with surprise as his fingers shortened and grew slender. He felt the strength diminish in his arms and swore as he realised he no longer had the power to snap the Sorceress's neck as he had only moments before. The change travelled back along his arm, his magnificent corded muscles shrinking and the limb becoming smooth and womanly. Henna markings darkened on his skin and he realised what the witch intended. "No, stop this," he demanded. The Sorceress laughed at his distress at with relative ease pulled the assassin's hand away from her neck. The Akkadian staggered back from the woman, his legs altering as he stared down in horror. They shrank and became smooth just as his arm had and he stumbled as his boots no longer fitted his now petite feet. The transformation continued and he moaned as he felt the tingle of magic reach his crotch. His cock, still erect from the effect of the Sorceress's musk deflated and inverted itself, disappearing into his body in an disturbing sensation. "Noooo, my cock! It's gone!" the Akkadian cried. His chest began to ripple unpleasently and then swell as his torso shrank. With awful suddeness a pair of breasts were pushed out from his body and bounced around as gravity took hold and the mounds of flesh jostled on another. The change spread upwards into the Akkadian's neck. "You bitch, I'll kill you," he swore, his voice changing mid sentance to a womanly pitch as his adam's apple vanished. The magic crept up to his head and though he could not witness it the Akkadian knew his face was altering. His close cropped hair quickly sprouted and grew lush curls and dropped downwards, cascading over his now shapely shoulders and brushing his back and the tops of those perfect breasts. The Akkadian stood speechlessly stunned, staring down at his transformed body. Every inch he could see was a perfect match of the captured whore. He was forced to grab for his leather loincloth as it began to slide down his slimmed hips, dragged down by the weight of the twin shortswords scabbarded on his broad belt. "This is madness," he declared, his voice soft and sweet. "Change me back at once." The Akkadian was struck dumb with shock at what had just occurred. He stood folornly clutching his loincloth in place to avoid seeing the final humiliation of a whore's cunt. The Sorceress walked slowly around him smiling in pleasure at the result of her magic. When she was behind the assassin she reached out and ran her fingers over one of the smooth globes of the Akkadian's ass. The transformed man jumped as though stung at the touch and shuffled uncomfortably in his ill fitting boots. "Very good. Very good indeed," the witch remarked. "No man could resist a tasty morsal such as you when offerred. Trimon will undoubtedly want to get you alone in his chamber." "Little good that will do," the Akkadian protested. "Even looking like this he's not going to let me enter with swords and I lack the strength now to kill him with my bare hands." "Ahhh, but you will have this," the Sorceress stated and completed her circling of the unhappy killer. The mage held up one hand in front of the Akkadian. He stared at it dumbly, as it appeared that the Sorceress's hand was empty. When she simply waited with her palm outstretched he reached out tentatively with one hand. On her palm was a solid object that was invisable. His fingers told him instantly what the witch offerred, a dagger. He closed his tiny fist around the hilt and examined it by touch. It was small and thin bladed, but as sharp as a razor, an ideal weapon for cutiing a throat or piercing a heart. "Those clothes will be no good though," the Sorceress said. "Both of you strip and swap clothing." The Akkadian glanced at the whore, apart from the gauzy strip of cloth around her waist all that she wore was a few bangles and a pair of dainty slippers. Bodypaint was all that covered her upper body and limbs. "I won't do it," the Akkadian declared. "This is a foolish plan." "Then you'll remain as you are," the Sorceress stated with a laugh. "I'll not change you back until Trimon is dead. And there's few others with the power to do so and they will demand a high price for such magic." The Akkadian growled angrily as he contemplated his choice, though the sound no longer carried the menace with his new voice. He decided that he had little option but to do as the Sorceress wished. He swore silently to himself that once he was back in his old form that he'd repay the Sorceress for this humiliation. He would fuck the bitch harder than she had ever known and leave every one of her holes aching and bruised. "Alright then, I'll do as you ask," he agreed. "Let us get this task over with so I can have my old body back." The Sorceress gestured to her two Orcish guards and they released their grip on the whore. Taking a step away from her the pair leered at both the whore and the Akkadian in equal parts, licking their thick lips in anticipation at seeing the mismatched twins remove their loincloths. The original shrugged and reached for the knot on her hip that secured her cloth, nudity was nothing to her and she had no qualms about the state. With a single pull the knot unravelled and the flimsy cloth slipped free. As the Akkadian had expected her crotch was smooth and hairless as was the custom in the guild of whores. Her fleshy cuntlips had been darkened with henna to make them stand out in darker contrast to her tanned skin. "What a beautiful cunt she has. Don't you agree Akkadian?" the Sorceress asked. "Those fleshy lips must feel hot and tight around a man's cock." The Akkadian refused to answer, though in truth the whore's cunt was certainly an inviting sight. If the girl was to be kept alive by the witch he would certainly want to plough that dark furrow once his body and most importantly his massive cock was restored to him. Reluctantly the assassin loosened the big bronze buckle of his belt and let his own loincloth fall. He lifted his chin and resisted the urge to look downwards at what he knew was between his silken thighs. "My what a glorious cunt." The Sorceress giggled. "Though yours seems to be gaping and moist far more than your twin's." The Akkadian felt his cheeks burn with shame and humiliation. What the witch said was undoubtedly true, the state of arousal he had been in when he was transformed appeared to have remained though his body had changed. The Akkadian could feel the dampness and heat in the unfamiliar bodyparts between his legs. His now pretty face scowled in anger as the pig snouted brutes snorted and made comments as they stared down at him. He could see bulges growing in their leather pants and he felt disgust and fear as he knew that given the opportunity the two monsters would rape him without a care that he had so recently been a man. "Let us get this done," the Akkadian urged. "I do not wish to remain in this form a moment longer than is necessary." The Sorceress stepped close, her musk overpowering and adding to the unwanted sexual arousal he was feeling. Swiftly the Sorceress shot out her hand and grabbed a handful of the Akkadian's long black hair and pushed him back against the wall just as he had done to her only moments before. The witch was strong for a woman, though before he had always been able to master and dominate her in their occasional sexual coupling. Now however he was smaller and weaker than the exotic magic user and found himself pinned by her body and unable to wriggle free or push her away. For a brief moment the thought of using the inviable dagger on the evil bitch occurred to the Akkadian, but the fear of being left trapped in this form stayed his hand. "Really, do you not?" the Sorceress giggled at the assassin and his feeble efforts to resist her. "This tells a different story." The Akkadian felt the Sorceress's hand between his legs and he moaned in frustration as her long, slim fingers stroked his puffy cuntlips. He squirmed in discomfort at the touch on unfamiliar and alien areas of his body. A louder moan escaped his full lips as he felt a finger push up and enter him, it's entrance smoothly lubricated by the wetness. "No don't. I don't like it," he protested, wriggling vainly in an attempt to stop the violation. "I find that hard to believe," the Sorceress chuckled. "You are as moist and inviting as the most wanton of sluts. Maybe I should let my guards fill that wet cunt before you continue your mission? They might not be as well endowed as you were Akkadian, but they are larger than most and possess remarkable endurance." "Stop it please," the assassin begged, unfamiliar tears stinging his doelike eyes. "Just let me go and kill Trimon and let this nightmare end," The Sorceress's finger withdrew from the Akkadian's moist cunt, but any relief he felt at it's removal was tempered when the with brought her wet finger up to the assassin's lips. Her dark eyes shone with malicious pleasure as she stroked her fingertip along his upper lip, giving the Akkadian both a taste and the smell of the female orifice that had been forced upon him. When his lip was coated the Sorceress sucked her finger with erotic slowness and then smiled at the assassin. "Why you taste delightful my dear," she complimented. "That's the sweetest little cunt that I have tasted in a long while." The witch released her hold on the assassin and stepped away from him. He immediately wiped his forearm across his lips and spat upon the ground at the Sorceress's feet. She merely laughed at his actions. "Have you really lost your taste for a woman's slit so quickly Akkadian?" she mocked. "As I recall it was your favourite drink. But enough of this, finish your preparations and fulfill your contract if you want to return to your former self." Muttering curses the Akkadian did as he was told. He snatched the whore's flimsy loincloth from her hands and thrust his own to her in it's place. Tying it in place he was forced to look downwards to position it correctly and he swore as he at last caught sight of the womanly sex he had been cursed with. Blatantly bald, as was the custom with Al Areth whores the prominant outer lips were stained with a dark henna. The Akkadian was aware that the guild of whores mixed their own formula of bodypaint, a stain that could only be removed by application of a second ointment or by persistant and painful scrubbing. The cloth attached to the narrow belt was gossamer thin silk and even once it was in place the Akkadian could still see the darkened outline of his unwanted sex through the material. Angrily he snatched the whore's other items as they were removed and offerred. Wrist and ankle chains made of tiny silver bells tinkled as he attached them in place. These would sound as a whore danced for her client and also as her body was shaken by the actions of a man thrusting himself into her. A few items of jewelery and thin slippers were the only other items. Carefully the Akkadian slid the invisable dagger into the belt at his back. He could feel the steel blade cold against his skin, a source of small comfort that at least he was armed with weapon. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" the Sorceress said, looking him over. "Now get that pretty ass into Trimon's lair and kill that arrogant upstart." The Akkadian cursed in reply and turned and stalked towards the entrance of the alley, tottering slightly at the unusual balance of his new body with it's top heavy breasts and slender legs. "For the gods sakes try to at least walk like a whore you fool," the Sorceress hissed after him. "You look more like a drunken sailor looking for a wall to piss upon." The Akkadian ground his teeth in frustration, but knowing that entry to the warlord's hideout was essential he composed himself and with an effort forced his hips to sway invitingly and took dainty steps as he headed out and across the street. As he emerged from the shadows into the torchlit road the guards caught sight of him, but appeared to feel unthreatened by his appearance. All the guards turned to watch his progress, although no weapons were drawn or levelled at him as he got nearer to the guards outside the thick wooden door. The Akkadian crossed the road towards the entrance to Trimon's lair. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he neared the guards outside the entrance. Excitement and a racing pulse were nothing new to him when he was on a mission, but this time the amount of fear he was feeling was outweighing the thirst for combat. It was frighteningly obvious that this time each of the guards that would normally be no more than a mere hindrance were superior to him in size and strength. Only the cold feel of the invisable blade tucked into his waistband gave him any assurance. Despite his fear he did his utmost to appear in character as he approached the men. He took tiny steps, crossing his feet with each step so that his hips swayed. He forced a relaxed and inviting smile onto his now pretty face. "Well well, Minaja," the largest of the guards greeted him once he was close. "Trimon has summoned his favourite once more. That should put the captain in a good mood come morning." The other toughs snickered as they leered at the assassin's almost naked body and the one that spoke walked up to him. Up close the Akkadian was made aware of just how petite he now was compared to the fighting men, the top of his head barely level with the brute's broad chest. At least the man had unwittingly supplied the name which he now had to assume. "Regular or not all who wish to enter still ned to be thoroughly searched," the head guard said, eyeing the Akkadian and licking his thick lips. "Halt there and raise your arms Minaja." The Akkadian did as he was ordered and waited silently, forcing himself to appear relaxed and even treating the huge man to a smile. The man reached out with both hands and ran them down the Akkadian's arms. It was obvious to the Akkadian that the motivation was sexual rather than security driven when the big strong hands moved to his magnificent breasts and and spent several seconds mauling the pliable mounds and tweaking the thick dark nipples. It took all his will not to shy away from the rough touch as the unfamiliar flesh was pawed and pinched quite painfully. After what seemed like an age the hands continued their wandering down his slender sides to his hips. Both hands slid around his waist and each cupped one of his amply swelling buttocks and squeezed the firm cheeks hard making him squirm in distaste and discomfort. "Trimon might be displeased if my flesh is bruised before he can feast his eyes upon it," the Akkadian said softly, cursing silently that he could only threaten the man by invoking another's power. He was nervous that if the guard's hands lingered too long on his behind that the invisable dagger might be touched and discovered. "Aye, that he might," the thug said with reluctance. "Though knowing Trimon that flesh will be bruised enough shortly." With a last hard squeeze of the buttocks the brute's hands continued down the Akkadian's slim legs and away from the hidden weapon. Satisfied that all was as it should be the guard grunted and withdrew his hands and stepped aside. "She can enter, unbar the door," he commanded to those that were inside the lair. "Perhaps Minaja, when Trimon has had his fill you might earn extra coin on your departure. Those lips around my cock would be a treat I would spend a gold piece or two to enjoy." The Akkadian kept his relaxed expression and demeanour with difficulty at the sickening thought of sucking the warrior's cock. He forced himself to smile encouragingly at the thug. "Perhaps so. Though knowing Trimon as well as I do, whether I have the energy left for further service when he is done is doubtful," the Akkadian replied. All the guards laughed at this comment, slapping their thighs in appreciation. The head guard guffawed and as the Akkadian passed slapped one buttock with a stinging and loud open handed slap of his hard palm. "True enough little one, you'll be well used when next we meet," he promised. "But the chance of an extra coin or two is open and I'd be doing all the physical work. A couple of gold just for opening that pretty mouth while I thrust my cock down your tight throat is easy coin." The Akkadian felt his stomach convulse at the thought and he thought for a moment he would vomit. Thankfully the thick wooden door was swung open at that moment and he was able to calm his nerves and quell the disgust as an obstacle to his mission was removed. "I shall keep that in mind," the assassin promised out loud, promising also in thought that once he was restored he would seek out that guard and cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. Steeling himself he stepped through the door and entered Trimon's lair. "Trimon?" the Akkadian said questioningly once the man's gaze drifted upward from his chest. "I expect he left word to have me escorted him as soon as I arrived?" "Oh yes, indeed he did," the guard acknowledged, plainly finding it difficult to think in proximity to a perfect pair of breasts. "Come with me little darling." The guard slapped his palm to one of the Akkadian's taut buttocks and dug in his strong fingers to the firm flesh. The assassin had to will himself not to angrily slap the hand away or jump away from the contact. Forcing a smile to his lips he reminded himself that he had to act as if such contact was an everyday occurance for him in his disguise as a whore. Guided by the grip on his bottom the Akkadian allowed himself to be steered through the courtyard and through a doorway. He overheard more lewd comments as he weaved through the bandits and they were treated to a closer look at his body. "Gods, I'd pound that ass black and blue," one bandit muttered nudging his neighbour. "Too fucking right," his neigbour agreed. "And cover those big round tits with my seed." "Ass, tits, whats the matter with the pair of you?" a third disagreed. "See that hot cunt beneath that slip of silk. My cock would stretch that little whore and shaft her harder than she's ever known. Get those legs wrapped around my body and I'd soon have her screaming with pleasure." The assassin did his best to ignore the suggestions, though the thought of any of those things happening brought a wave of disgust and fear. The hand on his ass was uncomfotably close to his invisable dagger and he silently prayed to the goddess of chaos and assassins that it would not be discovered. He was guided up a flight of stairs to another doorway, outside which two more guards stood with drawn swords. "Trimon's favourite whore Minaja," the Akkadian's escort announced to the two men. "The captain left word that she be brought up at once." "Yes we know," the men responded, treating the assassin to fresh leers. "You can leave her here." The Akkadian's escort left with some relutance back down the stairway. One of the guards walked around the Akkadian, but did not repeat the earlier search. "She's safe enough," the guard declared. "It's not as if she's wearing enough to hide anything." The second guard grunted assent and knocked sharply upon the door. "The whore is here Trimon," he announced. "Send her in you fucking moron," came the muffled reply from inside. "And I'm not to be disturbed until further notice, understand?" The Akkadian entered Trimon's bedchamber. Inside the room was dark and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. Trimon, like many brigand leaders the assassin had encountered had decorated his chamber with the fruits of his caravan raids. Rich silks and and brocaded hangings adorned the room and finely crafted pottery and silverware were stacked upon furniture produced by the most skilled of artisans. The room was dominated by a massive canopied bed with elaborate posts holding the gossamer thin silks. The room was lit by huge candles set in finely wrought candlesticks. The Akkadian could make out the figure of a man lying on the bed, though the gauzy canopy masked the exact details. "Ahh, Minaja," the deep bass voice welcomed from the huge bed. "Come join me. My cock yearns for the tight embrace of the silken sheath of your cunt." The Akkadian moved slowly to the nearest of the bed's pillars, making his wide hips sway deliberately. He posed in what he hoped was a seductive manner with on hand upon the post and the other behind his back with his slim fingers curling around the hilt of the invisable dagger. "Perhaps, if you permit it my lord, a goblet of wine?" the Akkadian asked, attempting to make his voice as sultry as the experianced whore he was impersonating. "My throat is parched and a sip of wine will relax us both." "Ha, yes. An excellent idea sweet one," Trimon replied. "Wetting that slender throat will ease the passage of my cock." The Akkadian shuddered at the thought of such an act. Trimon roused himself from the bed and pushed through the thin curtains. The warlord was already naked and paused for a moment to regard the altered assassin, allowing the Akkadian to stare at Trimon in his full frontal nudity. The man was a northern barbarian, tall and broad chested with shoulder length blonde hair. The Akkadian's eyes were drawn downwards to Trimon's loins, where a massive cock swung half erect already. He gasped at the sight, his throat suddenly tight and dry in reality from the fear that the huge member now held. He was frightenly aware that only a scrap of silk clothed his woman's body and it offered no protection to his unfamiliar sex. "Haha, I see where your eyes wander little one," Trimon laughed. "Have patience, you'll taste it's potency soon enough." The warlord turned his back and stepped to a cabinet which held goblets and a carafe of wine. The Akkadian stared at the hard muscular buttocks of the man a moment as he silently slid the slim dagger from his waistband and prepared to strike. "Ahh, but this is fine wine," Trimon continued to say, blissfully unaware of the Akkadian making his preparations to strike behind his defenceless back. "Looted from a caravan coming south from Lustria, the home of the finest vinyards." The Akkadian stepped carefully, crossing half the distance between the bed and the unsuspecting barbarian. The dagger he held was a small thing, but he knew he had the skill to plunge it directly through Tromon's heart and kill the man instantly. His arm swept up and he took a quick step ready to strike the man down. The tinkle of the small silver bells on his wrist and ankles and the blur of movement reflected in the polished goblet saved Trimon's life. Despite the rich trappings of his bedchamber Trimon had rose to lead his band because he was an excellent warrior and at the hint of trouble his fighting instincts took hold. As the Akkadian's hand swept down the warlord spun and caught his wrist scant inches from plunging the dagger home. "What is this?" Trimon asked puzzled. The warlord stared at the Akkadian as if mystified by the turn of events. The Akkadian through all his strength into his arm, attempting still to push it forward to stab the warlord's naked chest. To Trimon's eyes the Akkadian's hand was empty, merely balled into a fist clenched around the invisable weapon's hilt. The Akkadian writhed desperately, bringing his other hand into use to try to press the attack home, but Trimon was easily able to hold him fast with only one hand. "What is this fury?" Trimon wondered aloud. "I know it has been many weeks since my cock filled you little one, but I have been away raiding. If my neglect has roused your womanly fury then I must make amends immediately." Trimon's large muscles bulged and he threw the Akkadian backwards with ease. The assassin found himself airborne and thrown through the silk curtains to land on his back upon the massive bed. The hand grasping the magical dagger hit one of the posts during his short flight and he screamed as his fingers flexed open and the dagger was lost. Landing on the soft bedding the assassin sank into the silken sheets and struggled to regain his balance. His large breasts bounced crazily and his slim legs parted as he sought purchase to renew his attack or flee. The warlord followed quickly, looking down at the writhing female form as his large cock swelled to full hardness. The wispy silk loincloth the Akkadian wore had fallen aside and Trimon stared with lust at the dark painted cunt that revealed. The Akkadian made to spring back up from the bed and attempt to flee, but Trimon moved with surprising speed for his size. The assassin found his path blocked by the unmovable mass of the barbarian warlords body. He struck out with both fists at the man's belly, meaning to wind him. The combination of Trimon's muscles and his own weakness thwarted this attack and his small fists punched the solid six pack without any effect. Desperately his fingers curled like claws and he reached up to scratch at Trimon's face. The warlord easily grasped his slender wrists and held his long nails clear of his face. "So that's how you would like it tonight Minaja?" Trimon chuckled, completely unconcerned by the assassin's furious but futile assault. "Taken hard, biting and scratching it is then." The Akkadian tried to bring up his feet to kick the man in the groin now that his hands were firmly held, but the warlord pushed him back onto the bed and and moved in between his flailing legs and forced the Akkadian's thighs wide. Pinning the desperately squirming body with his superior bulk Trimon pushed the assassin's wrists above his head and together so that he could grip both with just one hand. Once one was freed up, it roved over the assassin's body, mauling the firm bouncing breasts and cruelly twisting the thick dark nipples. "Nooo, don't. You can't," the Akkadian begged. "You musn't, I'm NOT..." The pinned killer bit his lips hissing in frustration. He had come close to revealing his true nature in his panic. He clamped his mouth shut, knowing that if Trimon knew his true identity he would surely be killed. He felt the warlord's hand move down and press between his thighs. Attempting to press them together proved in vain with the barbarian's body between them. "Oh my gods no," the assassin howled as thick hard fingers found the wet slit of his sex and pushed up hard inside of him. "Oh please no, not that." "Ha, you sly little wildcat," the Warlord gloated. "Your cunt is wet and slack with desire. No doubt you were thinking of my cock as you made your way here." The Akkadian twisted and writhed with all the strength he could muster, but his frantic movements only seemed to excite the warlord more. His strength was pitiful and at no point did he come close to freeing himself from the man's grasp. He felt the finger's withdraw from his body, but any relief he might have felt vanished when he realised the warlord was shifting his hand to grip his now rock hard cock. "Have you missed my huge cock Minaja?" the warlord demanded, as he pushed forward his hips to part the assassin's thighs wider still. "Though I'm sure you have had many inside you during my abscence, did any match the length and girth of my own." Something hot and rounded batted up against the slick dark lips of the Akkadian's virgin cunt. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing the object to be the tip of a abnormally large cock. He moaned long and hard in terror at what was about to happen. "Listen to yourself moaning in heat Minaja," the warlord chuckled. "Such a slut I have rarely had the pleasure to fuck." The Akkadian felt Trimon's body push against his own and he desperately tried to avert what was the logical outcome. His slight body, trapped beneath the solid muscular form of the warlord could do little but writhe helplessly as the hot, hard flesh of the warlords cock stabbed against his womanly sex and forced his damp lips open. He attempted to clench the unfamiliar muscles in his loins to deny the barbarian access, but with inexorable slowness he felt his cunt opened by the bulbous tip of the invasive cock. "Oh my gods," the Akkadian moaned, as he felt the thick head slip between the slick outer lips and enter his body. With deliberate and unbearable patience Trimon forced his great shaft inside the hot sheath of the Akkadian's cunt. The assassin screwed up his eyes tightly and groaned as he felt himself stretched and filled by the massive shaft of male flesh. Trimon paused when his cock was fully embedded within the assassin and his coarse pubic hair crushed up against the tender bald skin of the Akkadian's pudenda. "Ahh yes," the warlord breathed happily. "Your cunt is as hot and tight as always Minaja. How I've missed it's eager embrace around my cock." The warlord began to thrust slowly, the huge rod withdrawing half it's length before pushing home once more. The Akkadian's struggles had ceased as he lay shocked at what was happening to him. Though there was no real pain the enormity of the fact that he was being taken like a woman against his will rendered him uncapable of coherent thought. All he could think of was the sensation of the large hot cock sliding back and forth within his body. The fact that it's passage within him was greased by the juices his acquired body was producing appalled and humiliated him. "That's right little one, I can feel your sweet cunt relax to take my cock," Trimon gloated. "And the juices of your slutty heat are flowing." The warlord increased his pace steadily, thrusting himself with increased vigour into the Akkadian. Each time the cock was thrust home the Akkadian moaned with dismay, but his anguished sounds were taken as encouragement by the barbarian. He thrust harder still his hard thighs sliding across the soft smooth flesh of the Akkadian's widely parted legs. The Akkadian's eyes suddenly opened wide with shock as he felt an unfamiliar pressure building in his crotch and he realised with horror that his whore's body was responding to the violation with arousal. The ultimate humiliation of being forced to experiance a woman's climax was unavoidable. Trimon's cock continued to pound the assassin's sheath, the stamina and self control of the warlord ensuring that he was able to keep up the relentless fucking for as long as he desired. Sweat dripped from both the bodies, mingling and making their wet flesh slide freely over one another. The pressure in the Akkadian's loins increased and he began to hiss and groan with each inward thrust unable to control or deny the sexual heat that was being stoked within him. His legs rose unconsciously and his ankles hooked together behind the warlord's back as he mewled with lust at his own violation. The pressure within him burst forth without warning and the Akkadian cried out as it felt like a dam had burst somewhere in his core and a torrent of pleasure was rushing through his assumed body. "Yes, scream for me my little slut," Trimon encouraged. "Cry out loudly so I can hear for myself the joy my cock gives you." The Akkadian indeed cried out as his first female orgasm suffused his new body. He shook and trembled as the ecstatic waves of pleasure broke over him and consumed every other thought and feeling. His mind swam, unable to comprehend any other notion as his ecstasy peaked. The assassin lay dazed following his climax, the soporific effects of the little death making it difficult to focus on his surroundings. He was dimly aware that Trimon himself had not ejaculated. He felt strong hands on his body and made to protest, but only a lazy moan escaped his lips as he was unable to form words in the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm. "Oh do not worry little whore," the warlord said soothingly. "I am far from finished, our pleasure has barely begun." The Assassin felt his body being turned over, so that he lay face down on the bed. Strong arms lifted him and easily manouvered his petite frame in to the position that barbarian desired. As his wits slowly returned he found himself kneeling upon the bed with his bottom thrust up and back. He began to stir with the fear that the warlord meant to assault his rear passage uppermost on his mind. A tight grip on his wide hips and one strong palm pressing down on his back meant he was unable to rise. He looked back across his shoulder to see Trimon guiding his cock towards him once more. He felt that hot cock nudge at his sex once more and felt absurdly grateful that the warlord was aiming to take his cunt from behind rather than violate his anus. This time the warlord did not dally in his insertion of that thick hard cock. The blunt tip was rubbed up and down the wet slit of the assassin's cunt a couple of times to part his moist dark lips and then thrust home with such vigour that the breath was driven from the Akkadian's lungs. "Oh gods!" the Akkadian cried out as once more his tight wet sheath was filled as if to bursting with hot rigid male flesh. The warlord immediately began to pound the assassin's cunt with brutal abandon. The Akkadian was driven into the soft bedclothing as the man's hard and muscular pelvis slammed into the soft buffer of his buttocks. He mewled loudly as his cunt was filled, both from the undeniable pleasure and from the shame that feeling such pleasure brought. Trimon fucked him long and hard, once more the warlord's stamina and self control proving to be of athletic proportions. After some long minutes of unrelenting fucking the assassin could once more feel the pressure growing that heralded the fact that he was soon to be driven to orgasm once more. He wailed in dismay that not only was he being dominated masterfully by another nman, but that this unfamiliar body seemed to betray him and take much pleasure from being so used. "Squeal for me little Minaja," Trimon gloated. "I can feel by the way your cunt grips and caresses my cock that you are about to peak soon." The Akkadian cried out, balling his tiny hands into fists that gripped tightly at the silken bedsheets. The warlords power and arrogance humiliated him, though every word the man uttered was proved true by the reaction of the slut's body he wore. The assassin gasped and moaned as his cunt was ruthlessly reamed by the warlord. The strong hand on his back forced his head low and his huge breasts were crushed beneath body into the soft bedding. The slide of his large and achingly hard nipples across the silk each time Trimon's thrusts drove him forward added to the shameful pleasure being forced upon his new body. He clawed at the silk sheets mindlessly, even biting the bedding in his lustful frenzy. "By the gods Minaja," Trimon cried out. "I surely left your cunt unravaged for too long. You respond with greater slutty enthusiasm than ever before." The Akkadian burned with shame at the words, even as he felt sexual release rapidly approaching. A stinging slap to his rounded backside from the barbarian's hard palm brought a piteous wail of indignation. Several further hard smacks to his buttocks followed in quick succession, each eliciting a cry of humiliation and pain. A red heat suffused his abused bottom and the warlord thrust harder still, his body slamming into the globes painfully. With a long wail, the assault upon his nether cheeks drove the Akkadian over the crest of sexual excitement. He cried out loudly as his sorely used cunt spasmed around the warlord's rock hard cock, the soft wet walls clenching and clutching at the manhood. His body shook uncontrollably and such was the overwhelming emotional release of his second female orgasm that he actually fell into a swoon as it peaked and wracked his body. Trimon pulled his shaft free of the assassin's cunt and took the thick shaft firmly in his hand as he knelt behind the reddened trembling buttocks. The dark painted lips of the assassin's sex flexed in the throes of his climax, opening and shutting like the mouth of a fish gasping for air. Spurts of womenly juice sprayed and trickled from the convulsing cunt to coat the Akkadians tender thighs. "What a pretty sight your cunt makes as you prove yourself the sluttiest of the guild's bitches," Trimon chuckled. The warlord's fist grasped his cock firmly and pumped up and down it's length. Only a few strokes of his fist were necessary to bring forth a veritable fountain of male seed. The barbarian directed the jets of thick ejaculate towards the twitching cunt and crimson spanked bottom of the assassin. The Akkadian was barely conscious as his orgasm crested and gradually abated. He did nothing but moan weakly as hot gobbets of Trimon's spending rained down over his abused backside and already slick cuntlips. A warm drowsy glow was overcoming his wits in the aftermath of two such glorious and energetic climaxes and his will to resist the rosy langour was weakened. He promised himself that he would merely shut his eyes and rest for a moment to regain his faculties and strength. The warlord grinned down at the well used whore as she closed her doelike eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. The ability to fuck even the most experianced of whores to exhaustion was one that he proudly cherished. He rose from the bed, and went to a bowl of water on a nightstand. He sponged off his juice slicked cock before donning his robe. Crossing to the door of his chamber he exited the room. "The whore Minaja is sleeping now, she is allowed her rest after my cock has worn her out," he announced with a smirk of pride to the guards. "When she finally stirs have her escorted to the baths if she wishes to freshen her body before she departs. I have other matters to attend to, give her my apologies and inform her that the usual payment has already been made to her guild." The Akkadian gradually roused himself from sleep to the sound of an insistant tapping. Lying face down on the huge canopied bed, as he returned to wakefulness he at first thought that he was recalling a bizarre dream as memories of his ravishment by Trimon rose in his thoughts. The reality of the soft satin sheets wrapped around his body naked and the unfamiliar feeling of large breasts pillowed beneath his chest soon dispelled any illusion he harboured as to the truth of his situation. With a start he rolled at sat upright, feeling the weight of the breasts as they swung wildly with his motion. He looked around the room in panic, but of the warlord there was no sign. The tapping came once more and he turned and looked to the bedchamber's door as he realised its source. He made to get up and winced as his bruised bottom and tender, well used cunt both stung. He held his head in his hands and let out a deep loud moan as he realised that not only had he been humiliatingly fucked and spanked by another man, but he had failed in his mission to assassinate the warlord. The sorceress would not be pleased and her magic was his best path to being restored to his own body. The door opened as whoever was knocking heard the loud moans the Akkadian was making and took them as a sign that Minaja the whore was at last awake. A guard entered the room accompanied by a slender dark skinned girl and he smirked at the dishevelled and distressed looking assassin. "So you wake at last little slut," the guard commented rhetorically. "I've been knocking on the hour since day broke." "Since day broke, what time of day is it now?" the Akkadian demanded, holding the silky sheet tightly to his naked body to hide it from the guards lusty stares. "An hour before midday," the guard informed him. "You've slept the whole night and most of the morning. Trimon's cock must have fucked you senseless." The Akkadian scowled at the truth the man's words held. Even after his long slumber he felt worn out and he could feel dry crusting male seed on his back, buttocks and inner thighs. He felt dirty and shamed and was dreading having to meet with the witch in his present state and be forced to report his failure. "Kintaya here will take you to the baths," the guard laughed. "You look like you need them. I can smell Trimon's stale seed on you from here." The Akkadian's face grew crimson and hot with shame at these words. But the thought of a bath and having a clean body, even if it was this slutty form, made him feel pathetically grateful. "A bath will be splendid thank you," the Akkadian acknowledged. The Akkadian waited several long seconds, but the guard made no move to leave the room and was obviously determined to wait there by the door until the Akkadian rose and departed. With a heavy sigh the assassin unwrapped the sheet from around his feminine form and pushed himself off the bed and to his dainty feet. He resigned himself to the leering inspection of the guard as he recovered the meagre loincloth from the floor where it had been discarded the night before. He clutched the tiny garment in his hand without putting it on, more eager to be on his way than to benefit from the nonexistant modesty it afforded. "Very well, lead me to the bath," the Akkadian said to the black serveant girl, Kintaya. After the ordeal he had suffered the previous evening the Akkadian was grateful for the opportunity to clean his new body and soak his aching body in warm soothing water. Wallowing in the enormous sunken bath he sighed gratefully as the perfumed hot water soothed his various aches and pains. Whilst the slave Kintaya fetched more heated water, the assassin took the time to inspect the injuries his soft womanly body had suffered. Faint bruises showed on his slim wrists from where Trimon had seized and held him. His ample female buttocks were still reddened and tender to the touch from the spanking he had received. Worst of all was the puffy bruised state of his vaginal lips. Trimon's big cock and fierce fucking had left his hated cunt tender and sore. "I have taken the liberty of adding soothing herbs to the water Mistress," Kintaya informed the Akkadian as she returned with a large steaming pitcher. "Thank you Kintaya," the Akkadian replied with genuine gratitude. "But please do not call me Mistress. I find the term inappropriate. I am certainly no mistress." "As you wish....Minaja?" Kintaya responded, pouring the fresh water into the Akkadian's bath carefully. "You should find this soothing. I know myself how my Master's huge manhood can leave a woman battered and aching." Whatever herbs were in the water, their effect was quick to do it's work. The sting felt by his cunt and buttocks subsided rapidly to a faint dull ache. The assassin soaked happily in the bath letting his pains melt away. As time passed the water gradually cooled. "Shall I refresh your bath, Minaja?" Kintaya asked. The Akkadian rose and climbed up from the great bath. Dressing took only a moment, as it consisted solely of the belted loincloth he had taken from the whore the night before. "Thank you Kintaya for your kindness," the Akkadian said to the dark skinned slave. The Akkadian took the girl's hands in his own, surprised at himself for the genuine feelings of kinship he felt towards a mere female slavegirl. On impulse he leant in and kissed the girl upon the lips. Kintaya smiled warmly at his gesture and for a moment the notion of tarrying and perhaps taking this tender moment further stirred within the Akkadian. However the knowledge that by now the time was now past midday came back to send such foolish notions away. Indicating that he was ready to depart the Akkadian followed the slave as she led the way through Trimon's hold to the gated entrance. Enduring the now familiar leers of the guards stationed at the gate the Akkadian bid Kintaya farewell and stepped through the reinforced gates and onto the street outside. The massive gates closed with a crash behind him and the assassin looked up and down the street and pondered his next move.