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The Akkadian found himself perplexed at exactly where he should go now that he had left Trimon's hold. The circumstances by which the Sorceress had forced this mission upon him presented difficulties totally unplanned for. He now stood without a copper coin to his name and only the belted loincloth and jewellery he wore as his possessions. Most of his own possessions were in the hands of the Sorceress after they had been taken from him the previous evening. He had a considerable amount of coin deposited at the counting house of the Shemite moneylenders, but there was no way that they would hand over any coin to him as he now was. The only other possession of any value was his camel, which was presently in the care of a stable just outside the gates of Al Areth. The Sorceress dwelt in a tower a short distance from Al Areth. Though he would normally have walked this distance without difficulty, as he was he doubted whether he would make it out of sight of Al Areth's walls before some enterprising nomad to attempted to enslave a lone woman on foot. If he was to journey to her tower he should retrieve his camel, mounted he could outrun any opportunist slaver. This presented two obstacles, firstly to convince the stable to release the camel to him and secondly his camel was of obstinate and evil temperament. The Akkadian had been the only one who could ever ride the beast, would Hanna even allow him upon her back? With the only alternative to seeking out the witch being to continue to pose as Minaja the whore and take up her trade at the guild of whores the Akkadian turned and headed towards the city gates. Al Areth's streets were bustling with activity, people from every nation trod or rode its streets. The Akkadian felt safe enough within the city walls, he was after all a recognisable member of the whores guild and nobody would be foolish enough to interfere with a member of such a powerful and influential guild where there were so many witnesses. The Akkadian certainly earned plenty of stares and interest as he walked towards the gate, but those were from men and having seen Minaja in the flesh he would have stopped and stared at such at such a beautiful and wantonly naked creature himself. The women however gave him much different looks, ranging from pure hatred to longing envy. The assassin was aware how his body moved, he could feel his womanly buttocks and ample breasts jiggling and swaying with each step. There was of course little the Akkadian could do about this, with no clothing to hide it his lush body naturally responded to movement in such away to stiffen the cock of any man who saw it. At last the Akkadian reached the city gates and approached the contingent of lounging guards who manned the entrance to the city. The soldiers straightened up and attempted to look military and manly when they saw the assassin approaching. They gawped openly at his body as he neared, it was doubtful that common soldiery could ever have afforded the class of whore whose body he wore. "Um, Lady?" the eldest guard said as soon as it was obvious that the Akkadian meant to pass through the gates. "Surely you do not mean to venture beyond the gates alone without an escort?" "I do," the Akkadian replied. "Do you have any authority to prevent a free whore of the guild from doing so?" "Well no," the soldier admitted. "But if any harm came to you from the beggers and vagabonds beyond the wall then I would surely have to answer to your guild." "I mean only to visit the stable," the Akkadian protested. "It is less than a bowshot from the city walls. Surely the writ of Al Areth stretches that far, or are Al Areth's guards so little respected that the beggars outside the gate can do as they please even within your sight?" The Akkadian knew that little stung as much as a whore's mockery to a man. The older soldier looked both affronted and ashamed by the barb. Irritably he turned away and waved the Akkadian through without further arguement. The Akkadian approached the stable where he had left Hanna, his camel. He still had no real plan on how to persuade them to release the camel to him. Reaching the corral he recognised the stable boy working in the yard. He had seen him around the stable a couple of times when he had checked in on Hanna in the past. The youth had seemed hard working and dutiful but not the quickest of thinking. There was no sign of the stable owner or his assistant. The youth's draw dropped open as the Akkadian walked up to him. The assassin doubted the stableboy had ever been this close to an actual guild whore. He gave the youth a wide smile and was rewarded by the youth blushing furiously in response. "Well met," the Akkadian greeted the stableboy. "Is your master around?" "Um, N...n..no my lady," the lad stammered, his eyes rivetted on the Akkadian's huge bare breasts. "He went with his foreman t..to the t..t..tavern." "Ah, no matter," the Akkadian replied, hiding his delight at the answer. "I am sure such a bright diligent lad as yourself will serve me well." The youth could make no reply, but simply stood with his mouth open. "The Akkadian sent me to collect his camel for him," the assassin told the stableboy, twisting the truth somewhat. "He is a little indisposed at the moment but urgently needs his mount." "I c..c..can't do that lady," the teenager protested. "M..my master will b..be back soon. You must ask him." "But the Akkadian told me to seek you," the assassin lied. "He was very impressed by your care of his camel and asked me to reward you." "Reward m..me, you?" the stableboy stammered, looking confused but hopeful. "How much?" The Akkadian realised that he had not a single coin to his name. However he also realised that the whore Minaja would have her own ways of rewarding a man. The idea was certainly distasteful, but the youth was clearly so awestruck by such a beautiful and brazenly half naked woman that the assassin felt confident that he would have to do very little to satisfy him. "You are sweet," the Akkadian told the stableboy. "I am the reward of course, why else would the Akkadian send me?" "You are the reward?" the youth seems confused at first. "You mean you with me, doing things?" The Akkadian had to try hard not to roll his eyes or laugh. Were city dwellers really so docile and slow. The assassin judged the boy to be eighteen or perhaps even older and big and brawny for his age from the hard stable work. By the time he was that age he had fucked a dozen women and killed twice that number of men. "Of course if I cannot collect his camel I should return to the Akkadian and inform him," the Akkadian said slyly. "No, no. Please don't." The prospect of being treated by the beautiful whore before him seemed to have finally sunk into the stableboy's slow mind. "You must have come from the Akkadian to know that it was I who tended his camel. I am sure it is right to release her to you." "Excellent. What a clever handsome lad you are," the Akkadian encouraged him. "Is there somewhere we could go perhaps for a little more privacy?" "In the horse stalls perhaps," the lad said frowning as he thought about the question. "There's hay that's p..pretty comfortable and nobody c..c..can see us." The Akkadian followed the stableboy into the long, low where the animals were stabled. Though he was hardly enthusiastic about having any sort of contact with a male, without a weapon he lacked the physical strength to overpower the big teenager with his bare hands. Besides, with such a callow inexperianced youth the Akkadian reckoned he would be able to dictate exactly what happened and the young man would probably shoot his seed almost as soon as his cock was out. Inside the building the pair entered the first empty stall. The Akkadian could see Hanna, his big white camel, a few stalls down. Falling to his knees in front of the stablehand the Akkadian lost no time in reaching for the buttons fastening the front of the boy's breeches. For his plan to succeed he needed to work fast and be gone with Hanna before the older and more senior stable workers returned from their midday drinking at the tavern. Reaching inside the breeches the assassin had no difficulty locating the youth's cock, it was already hard as a bone and a lot bigger than he had been expecting to find. He pulled the youth's shaft free of his clothing and wrapped his small feminine fist around it. He began to pump his hand up and down and looked up at the youth's face to give him what he hoped was a sexy smile. "What a beautiful big cock you have," he told him, knowing exactly what all men like to hear. "I bet you are very popular with the girl's." "N..no n..n..not really," the boy replied. "They c..call me stupid and t..tease me." "Hmm, silly girls. A real woman loves men with big hard cocks like yours," the Akkadian assured him. The assassin had expected the boy to spill his seed within a few seconds of being touched. He had been pumping the youth's cock for a couple of minutes now and though his shaft was throbbing and stiff as a board he didn't seem about to empty his balls. Perhaps the stableboy beat himself off with his own hand so often something more was needed to finish him quickly? The Akkadian considered what he should do to speed up the stableboy's ejaculation. Looking at the big cock in his tiny hand the first thought he had was that using his mouth would almost certainly finish the job. The thought of putting his lips around another man's shaft made him feel queesy. He had been spared that much at least when Trimon had used him the night before and hoped he could avoid such an indignity entirely if he could only get to the Sorceress and have his true form returned to him. "You like my tits do you not?" the assassin asked the youth. "Oh yes. Of c..course I do," the teenager answered sincerely. "I have never seen such b..b..beautiful firm tits as yours." "That is so sweet, thank you," the Akkadian, feeling an unsettling pride at having his unwanted breasts complimented. The Akkadian released his hold of the stablehand's shaft and leaned forward until those big firm breasts were pressed up against the boy's cock. Grabbing each globe of feminine flesh with his womanly hands he manouvred his tits so that the big hard cock was trapped inside the cleavage between his great orbs. Pressing from the sides he mashed his breasts together, squeezing the surprisingly hot phallus. "G..g..gods! That feels so good," the youth sighed, staring mesmerised at his own cock sandwiched inside such magnificent tits. The youth's hips began to move even before the Akkadian thought to instruct him to do so. The assassin could feel the incredibly hot shaft sliding between his breasts and for a moment laughed at such a bizarre sensation. He looked down to see the bulbous purple head of the cock poking from the top of his cleavage as it slid back and forth. "Aaahhh, I think I'm going to c..cum," the youth moaned. "Yes, cum for me," the Akkadian encouraged him, eager to get this finished. "Feel how good it feels to have your meat in such big tits." The youth gave a strangled cry and as his cock thrust up and the swollen tip emerged from the Akkadian's cleavage the narrow slit in his head suddenly gaped and a stream of thick white seed gushed upwards. The assassin, who had been staring down at his breasts reacted too slowly to avoid the sudden gush and the first few spurts of semen hit him straight in his face. He instictively closed his eyes and felt hot, gloopy strings of cum squirting onto his face. He pulled back after a few gushes, but the youth's ejaculation continued. The following ropes of cum covered his bared breasts. The assassin wiped his eyes and lips, doing his best to ignore the salty sweet taste of male seed as he did so. The youth was gasping for air and seemed to have almost exhausted himself with the force of his ejaculation. "Well I hope you enjoyed your reward," the assassin said, wiping as much of the mess from his face and tits as he could. "If you could just run along now and saddle the camel I'll be sure to tell the Akkadian how well you tended his mount. Perhaps he will see fit to reward you further." The stablehand, after a minute or two to regain his breath, set about preparing the Akkadian's albino camel. The youth had a wide smile plastered to his face that the assassin doubted would fade for many hours. This brought back old memories of the first few times the assassin himself had women, the lad was probably feeling a foot taller and feeling like true man for the first time in his life. Despite all he had been through the Akkadian found himself laughing, a delightfully light and girlish sound even to his own ears. The lad would certainly have a tale to tell his fellow youths. Would they believe that he had his cock between the tits of a high class guild whore and had shot his seed over one of the most beautiful faces in Al Areth? Of course if he knew the truth then his tale would have been one to retell for a lifetime. How many others could say they were pleasured by a feared assassin in return for saddling a camel. Hanna, the great white camel was led out of the stable block. The big youth easily hefted the Akkadian's saddle up and cinched it into place. The Akkadian looked as the youth's muscles bulged as he lifted the heavy wood and leather saddle, without the boy to help him how would he even have moved such a load in this body? "The camel is saddled my lady," the youth informed the Akkadian once he was done. "I would be very careful if you intend to mount though. Nobody but the Akkadian has been able to mount her. Perhaps it would be best for to lead her to the Akkadian?" "I have heard this said," the Akkadian acknowledged, wondering himself if Hanna would allow him on her back. "The assassin did tell me that Hanna was gentler with women though. He also gave me words to whisper into her ear." The Akkadian went to his camel and softly began to hum the tune of an old Akkadian lullaby to Hanna. The great white camel turned her head to regard the assassin curiously, it's big brown eyes squinting as it seemed to be thinking deeply. The assassin began to sing the words of the lullaby in the sweet melodic voice of his new form, the same Akkadian song he had sung when Hanna was fresh from weaning and he was a still a boy. Hanna stared into the Akkadian's eyes and reached her decision with a loud snort she knelt down, first her front legs and then her back in the awkward ungainly manner of camels. The Akkadian stroked Hanna's head, certain that despite his appearence his camel had somehow seen into his soul and recognised him. "Come girl it is time for us to ride," the Akkadian said to Hanna. Clambering onto the camel's saddle the Akkadian hooked one leg around the forward pommel and pulled himself up onto the flat seat. His camel goad was in it's usual place slotted in the saddle and he took this and tapped Hanna's rump gently as he called on her to rise. Grumbling and snorting as camels are apt to do Hanna rose arse first in a series of lurches that had the Akkadian swaying. Once on her feet Hanna stood patiently waiting for the next command. "Gods! I would not have believed that if I had not seen it with my own eyes," the stablehand said. "My master and several men tried to mount her and none stayed on her back more than a few heartbeats." "That is why a camel is far better than a horse," the Akkadian laughed. "Hanna is smarter than most men I have met." "The Akkadian himself said the same when he brought her," the youth agreed. The Akkadian patted Hanna's rump and gave her the command to walk on. With a last wave to the helpful youth, the assassin started out towards the sorceress's tower. The Sorceress's tower is situated only a couple of hours mounted travel from the city of Al Areth. Or at least it would be if the journey followed the great trade road for most of that distance. The Akkadian thought it wise to avoid the much travelled trade route however and take a longer path through the surrounding desert. Technically Al Areth's law extended many leagues from it's city walls, in practice once out of bowshot from it's ramparts only the rule of the sword prevailed. The assassin doubted that any redblooded man would resist the urge to attempt to capture him as a prize in the ripe womanly form he was trapped inside. The prospect of being ravished and then either kept as a concubine or sold in chains on a slave block was not one he relished. At least in Hanna, his faithful camel, the only one who seemed to recognise him in his present ensorcelled state, he had the perfect mount for traversing the wilderness around Al Areth. Hanna's large splayed feet coped better than the hooves of horses on both the rocky hard baked desert and the patches of soft drifting sand. Unlike a horse, Hanna would not need fodder or water for such a reletively short journey. The Akkadian proceeded at a slow trot in a wide arc that would take him away from the trade route before swinging back to approach the witch's tower. The assassin soon found the bouncy jiggling of his large breasts to be a distraction as Hanna trotted along. "Gods! Do these things never remain still?" the Akkadian cursed as the firm mounds danced on his chest. The state of undress of the whore Minaja also was causing problems for the Akkadian. The sun beat down on so much exposed flesh, making the assassin hot, dusty and uncomfortable. It was indeed fortunate that Minaja was deeply tanned and came from the people of the desert. If Trimon's favourite had been a blonde pale skinned nord or Circassian then the Akkadian reckoned he would have been as red as a lobster and delirious from heat stroke long before reaching his destination. Around halfway to the tower the Akkadian crested a low rise of a sand dune and spied just what he had hoped to avoid with his diversion. Camped below was a small party of desert nomads. The Akkadian immediately veered away from the tents and attempted to circumnavigate the encampment unseen. A loud cry from a lookout situated on a rocky outcrop nearby dashed those hopes. "Curses, will luck never fall in my favour?" the Akkadian grumbled as he dug his slippered heels into Hanna's flanks. Below him the nomads camp came alive as desert warriors emerged from the tents or paused from whatever task they were performing to see what had caused the sentry's alert. On spying the Akkadian several men rushed for their horses, clearly eager to claim the prize of a defenceless woman without an escort so far from safety. The Akkadian had a head start and Hanna was giving him her best efforts as she excellerated to a lurching run. The assassin knew that despite the advantages of a camel, a horse was much swifter over short distances and the desert steeds of the nomads were renowned for their speed. Casting glances over his shoulder the Akkadian kept himself aware of gap between himself of his pursuers. Though at first the horses gained rapidly on him, the fastest riders were too eager and quickly exhausted their mounts. More experianced warriors among the group had set themselves a more sustainable pace though and gained on him less quickly but at a pace they could maintain. The Akkadian chose his path with care, steering Hanna towards sandy hills and drifting dunes where her large feet could cope when horses hooves would founder. Soon only a pair of nomads were still in sight, the Akkadian suspecting these to be the most experianced raiders on horses most used to swift desert travel. Despite his efforts the Akkadian could not shake the pair of persistant nomads and gradually they gained ground upon him. Soon he could hear their enthusiastic whooping as they imagined their capture and the delights that would follow. As much as he tried the Akkadian could not lose the last of his pursuers. Wily and experianced desert horsemen, the pair had carefully conserved some of their steeds energy for the final spurt necessary to catch up with the camel. The nomads came up on each side of the Akkadian as he desperately dug his heels into Hanna's flanks. As the raiders closed on him, their hands reaching like claws to snatch him from Hanna's back the Akkadian slashed at them with the crop. For a moment he fended them off, but then one nomad seized his wrist as he struck out. Reining in his horse the warrior who had the Akkadian's wrist dragged the assassin from his saddle. The Akkadian landed harmlessly in soft drifted sand and sprang to his feet to attempt to flee. The loose sand that had cushioned his fall now hampered him as his dainty slippered feet sank into the loose sand and slowed his flight. The raiders circled him on their steeds, whooping with triumph now they could see how beautiful a prize they had. Nimbly the two nomads sprang from their horses and advanced upon the Akkadian. "Truly the gods have smiled upon us my brother," one chortled to his partner. "Indeed so my brother. What could such a lush painted whore be doing so far from the safety of the city dwellers walls?" the second warrior agreed. "Why she must be hungry for the cocks of true men my brother," the first laughed. "She is no doubt left unsatisfied by the small weak cocks of so called men that cower behind walls and towers." The nomads darted forward and seized the Akkadian roughly. Kicking and screaming girlishly he was borne to the soft sand. Thrown upon his back his hands were seized by one nomad whilst the other forced himself between the assassin's kicking legs and fumbled at the waistband of his loose desert garb. The scanty loincloth was pulled aside and the Akkadian felt rough fingers probing and exploring his dark hairless pussy. As he had come to expect the hard fingers pushing into his cunt soon had his cursed female sheath dampening despite his fear and loathing of the men. "Ha! I am right my brother," the nomad between the Akkadian's splayed thighs told his companion. "She is wet and hot already. This slut is truly hungry for our cocks." "Ach, do not torture me my brother," the one holding her arms chided. "Take her quickly so that I might take my turn and see the truth of this myself." The Akkadian felt the nomad's fingers withdraw from his cunt. Almost immediately these were replaced by something hot and blunt pressing against his now slippery wet pussylips. The desert warrior gave a grunt and thrust his hips and the assassin cried out as a thick hard cock entered him. "Ahhh! Wet and tight my brother," the nomad sighed happily. "Entering this slut's cunt is like entering heaven's gates." "You can keep heaven's gates my brother," the second warrior retorted. "Just be swift and finish so I can feel these delights for myself." The increasingly familiar sensation of a cock ploughing his gash made the Akkadian moan loudly, first with frustration and humiliation and then as his slutty body betrayed him and became sexually aroused with heated desire. The nomad was less endowed than Trimon, but his cock was thick and he thrust with a fierce need that had the Akkadian gasping. The warrior holding the assassin's wrists leant over, his face close to the ravished Akkadian. He leered down, drooling slightly in anticipation of taking his turn at raping the captive. Suddenly something big and powerful moved quickly into the Akkadian's field of vision. There was a sickening crunch as a camel's foot kicked into the side of the leering nomad's head. "My brother!" the warrior between the Akkadian's thighs cried out in shock. The kicked nomad's eyes went suddenly blank and blood flowed from his nose. With a gurgle he toppled sideways lifelessly releasing his hold on the Akkadian as he fell. With a shout the remaining nomad withdrew from the Akkadian and lurched to his feet. Fumbling as he tried to both pull up his baggy pants and draw his scimitar at the same time he fixed his gaze on Hanna who stood snorting and kicking the sand nearby. "Accursed camel, I shall spill your guts on the sand," the Nomad vowed. At last sorting both his pants and his scimitar out the warrior advanced towards Hanna meaning to disembowel her. He took only a few steps before grunting with surprise. Looking down he looked astonished to see six inches of the tip of a scimitar sticking out from his belly. The protruding blade pulled back through him and a moment later he cried as a red heat seared the backs of his calves as his hamstrings were severed by a slash of the scimitar. The Akkadian stared down at his rapist, the man lying on his back on the sand. The nomad's fingers clutched at his belly as beneath him the white sand became red as his lifeblood gushed from the corresponding wound in his back. The tip of a scimitar came to rest on his throat and he stared up dumbly at the Akkadian holding the blade lifted from the other dead nomad. "No-one hurts my camel," the Akkadian hissed. The assassin slowly pushed down on the blade, pushing the tip through the nomad's throat. He spluttered and whimpered as his blood filled his windpipe then spasmed and went limp. The Akkadian turned away from the slain warrior and rushed to Hanna and threw his arms around her shaggy neck. "Oh Hanna my clever camel," the assassin cried, tears stinging his eyes. "You rescued me. Us girls must stick together after all." The Akkadian looked shocked as the implication of what he had just uttered sank in. For the first time he had thought and referred to himself as a female. Redfaced despite there being no witness, barring Hanna, the Akkadian broke away from the hug and quickly looted the bodies of the two dead nomads. The Akkadian kept a lookout behind him as he looted the warriors he and Hanna had slain. It appeared as if the other nomads had abandoned the pursuit entirely as no more appeared in the time it took to thoroughly search both bodies. Neither man had much coin on him, their wealth was presumably back in their camp. A handful of coppers and a single silver was all the assassin could find. Each man had a curved scimitar and dagger, lighter weapons than the Akkadian was used to, but ideal with his reduced strength. The clothes of the nomad the Akkadian had killed with the scimitar were ruined beyond use. The shirt was soaked in blood and cut, the pants were soiled when the nomads death throes had loosened his bowels. The clothing of the warrior killed by Hanna's kick to the head were still servicable though and the Akkadian stripped his body completely. The desert clothing was loose and dyed black, a pair of baggy pants, a shirt and felt boots. Dressing himself in the looted clothing the Akkadian was pleased at his change in fortunes. The loose nondescript clothing offerred protection from the sun and at a distance hid his identity. Close up his womanly form beneath the thin cotton would be noticable, but the Akkadian hoped no-one would have opportunity to get that close. Around his head he wound a desert headwrap to disguise his long black hair. The horses of the nomads had stayed close and the Akkadian caught them easily. In addition to the pair of scimitars he had taken from the warriors each horse had a shortbow sheathed on the saddle and a quiver of arrows. Trained as he was to use all manner of weapons the bows were a useful addition to his assets. Tying long ropes to the bridles of the horses the assassin secured them to Hanna's saddle. They were fine steeds and together with the saddles would sell for good coin. The Akkadian mounted Hanna and leading the horses set off once more for the Sorceress's tower. Twice more he spotted desert nomads, but keeping his distance and disguised as one of their own no attempt at pursuit was made. At length the Akkadian reached the Sorceress's citadel. It was situated on a rocky outcrop, the tall central tower of the witch surrounded by a smaller walled fort in which her minions dwelt. Since he was expected the Akkadian attempted no subterfuge and trotted Hanna towards the main gate of the perimeter fort. Activity on the gatehouse battlements showed that he had been spotted and a party of the witch's Orcish lackeys gathered on the gate's towers. "Halt!" a rough voice shouted as soon as the Akkadian was within bowshot of the gatehouse. "If you have no business here turn away now. Our mistress admits none of you desert scum without good cause." The Akkadian halted Hanna and unwound the head wrap that disguised his features. Shaking his fine raven hair loose to cascade over his shoulders he allowed the sentries to see his face. He doubted that such a notoriously lecherous race as the Orcs would want to kill a beautiful woman. "I have business with your Mistress," the Akkadian called back. "Tell her that the Akk....that Minaja of Al Areth is at the gates." The Akkadian waited patiently for several minutes whilst a runner could be sent to the tower with a message. Then the great iron bound gates of the fort opened and an Orc shouted from the gatehouse that he had leave to enter. He urged Hanna into a trot and entered the Sorceress's lair. Once inside the outer perimeter wall a party of Orcish guards met the Akkadian and escorted him to the main door of the Sorceress's central tower. He dismounted from Hanna and loosely tied her beside a watering trough. He endured the familiar leers from the Orcs in silence and gave up the scimitar strapped at his waist when ordered to. Tucked in the waistband of the baggy black pants he still had a wavy bladed dagger which was hidden by the loose shirt. Two Orcs accompanied him into the tower and up several flights of stairs to the top floor. There the Sorceress had her personal apartments. His escort left him after opening the doors, the witch evidently confident enough that her magic was all the protection she needed in her inner sanctum. The Sorceress was seated in a throne facing the door. The scent of her aphrodisiac musk permeated the room and as the assassin approached her her could feel his heartbeat quicken and his nipples stiffen to hard points. "So Akkadian, you return to me," the Sorceress said, breaking the silence. The assassin could tell from the tone of her voice that the witch was already aware of his failure to slay Trimon. She was dressed in transparent silk robes that revealed her lush body beneath, even though he no longer possessed his male body the Akkadian could still feel his sexual arousal quickening in her presence. He tried to ignore the ache of his nipples and the moistening of his cunt to concentrate on his business. "Yes, I have returned," he answered. The Sorceress seemed to want him to make his admission of failure though he was certain she already knew that Trimon lived. "I am saddened to report that warlord Trimon yet lives," the Akkadian reported sadly. "Though this form that you forced upon me gained me entrance to his stronghold it was too weak to complete the mission." "I see," the Sorceress said coldly. "I believe our agreement was that I would restore you once Trimon was dead." "An agreement that I had no say in," the Akkadian retorted. "I was changed without warning and the terms of your contract were forced upon me. I objected that the plan was foolish as you no doubt recall." "Nevertheless, those were the terms," the Sorceress replied, dismissing the Akkadian's objections out of hand. "The ingredients and items needed to cast the spell to restore you are expensive and rare. I see no reason to waste them on one who has failed me." "Then give me a task or a service I might provide that will pay for the spell," the Akkadian demanded. "Surely there is something that would be sufficient for you to restore me." The Sorceress regarded the Akkadian long and hard in complete silence. The assassin could see that she was contemplating his request carefully. At length her stern expression softened somewhat. "Yes, perhaps I may have further use of your services Akkadian," She told him. "I am shortly to embark upon a journey. My enemies are many and are likely to employ various methods to strike at me and thwart my plans. An assassin's experianced set of eyes at my side would be of value." "If you serve me well in this role then I would indeed count the effort and cost of restoring you to be well spent," the witch continued. "However in some circumstances the only companion to remain at my side without raising suspicion would be my personal handmaiden. Do you believe you can fill that role?" The Akkadian had only the vaguest of ideas of what duties a handmaiden fulfilled. He was not going to miss the opportunity to win his manhood back however. "Whatever that role entails I will perform," he declared. "I shall remain at your side until I have proven myself and earned my just reward." "You will need instruction in the skills necessary of one of my handmaidens of course," the Sorceress told the Akkadian. The witch clapped her hands imperiously and two young women came running from the back of the room to kneel at her feet. Both were beautiful of face and nubile of body, a dark skinned Nubian with wild frizzy hair and a Cicassian with reddish gold curls and bright green eyes. Both wore a simple white cotton breechcloth as their only garment and around each slim neck was a slave collar of polished steel. "This is Minaja, a whore of the Al Areth guild and now my newest handmaiden," the Sorceress told the two women. "You will instruct her in her duties and see that she is efficiently trained." The two beautiful servants giggled and looked at the Akkadian with wide avaricious smiles. They eagerly nodded their compliance to the Sorceress's command and ran lightly on slippered feet to the Akkadian. Each seized one of his hands and with merry laughter tugged at his arms, urging him to follow. The Akkadian allowed himself to be pulled in their wake as they exited the room through a rear door. The Akkadian was led to a bathing room. After the desert journey the girls choice of duties to instruct him in first was most welcome. "You must be hot and sweaty from the desert," the strawberry blonde Circassian guessed correctly. "One of your duties will be to bathe the Mistress, so where better for your training to begin?" "Very important, we must always address the Sorceress as Mistress," the Nubian added. "Whenever you speak, even just a yes or no you must say Mistress." The Akkadian shrugged, the name was as good as any and he had no objection to addressing the Sorceress as such. It was plain she guarded her true name carefully as he had himself, there was power in a true name that a magic user could use against it's owner. "You are Minaja of Al Areth, yes?" the Circassian asked. "I am Hun Ji Hathora of Circassia, but my friends call me Honey." "And I am Cassandra of Shem," the Nubian handmaiden informed him. "But you may call me Cassie." A large sunken bath dominated the room, slight wisps of steam rose from the water showing it's heat. As they giggled and chattered the two handmaidens pulled and tugged at the Akkadian's loose desert clothing. He protested weakly, but the girls clearly regarded this as a game and succeeded in stripping the Akkadian completely. Once the Akkadian was naked Honey and Cassie untied their own breechcloths and tossed them aside. Each girl had a neat strip of pubic hair, clearly trimmed. Honey's neat bush was the same reddish gold of her hair whilst Cassie's was wiry and black as pitch. The girls seemed fascinated by the assassin's hairless pussy and Henna darkened vulva. They playfully reached out to touch him between the legs, squealing delightedly as their fingers stroked his fleshy sexlips. Their caresses succeeded in inflaming the Akkadian's loins, already aroused from breathing the Sorceress's aphrodisiac musk in her chamber. "You get very hot here," Cassie giggled stroking her fingertips along the Akkadian's vulva. "You like girls as much as boys, yes?" "I like girls," the Akkadian affirmed. "That is good," Honey laughed. "That is one thing we will not have to teach you then. Mistress has many needs of her handmaids and pleasuring is the most enjoyable." "But now we teach you bathing," Cassie told the assassin. "And maybe a little pleasure too, just as Mistress will expect of you." The handmaids led the Akkadian to the sunken bath. Steps led down to the bottom of the bath and with each girl holding one of his hands he descended carefully into the hot water that reached to his mid thigh. There were seated alcoves set into the sides of the bath and on being directed to do so the Akkadian took a seat in one of these. The seat was just below the waterline of the bath and once settled the Akkadian was waist deep in the water. "Look carefully now and take note," Cassie told the Akkadian. On the rim of the bath was a low table. An assortment of jugs, stoppered vials, sponges and towels were set out for use. "The large jugs are for water of course," Honey said to the Akkadian. "Each of these vials though, holds different lotions." "This one is for hair and this for the body," Cassie continued, showing each vial in turn to the assassin. "And this one...." Both girls descended into giggles as Honey presented a tall slim glass vial. The girls whispered to one another and squealed and giggled some more. "This one is for fun parts," Cassie laughed. "It will keep you feeling and smelling fresh in your cunny and bottom hole. Even if you have a man inside you and he leaves his seed you will smell sweet as a flower." Honey picked up the vial of body lotion and unstoppering it she dribbled the thick yellow liquid over her breasts. The Akkadian stared at Honey's tits as she drizzled them with the lotion. They were large and firm with large pertly erect reddish brown nipples. The Akkadian saw a glint of gold around each nipple and craned closer to see more clearly. "Your nipples are ringed?" he wondered aloud. "Mmm, yes," Honey answered stepping close and cupping her big mounds and lifting them for inspection. "You like them?" Each nipple had a ring encircling it about half an inch from the tip. The ring must have been of fractionally less in diameter than Honey's large teats as they appeared to be securely held in place by the swollen nubbin. The Akkadian reached out to touch the Circassian's nipples and the girl giggled her permission and leant forward. The assassin tugged gently at the golden ring, but the swollen teat held it place. If he had pulled harder the Akkadian supposed he could have removed it, but it would probably have caused Honey some pain. Instead he turned the ring and it rotated with little effort. "You see how it pinches just slightly?" Honey asked. "Once on my nipples remain big and hard and I can feel them throbbing." "Mine too," Cassie said insistantly, hoisting up her own breasts for the Akkadian's inspection. "You like them too?" The Shemite girl's breasts were as large and firm as her companion's, her jet black nipples if anything larger and longer. Not wanting the dark skinned handmaiden to feel neglected the Akkadian felt it was only fair that he tease her nipples and play with her gold rings also. "Yes I like them very much," the Akkadian laughed, teasing each girls nipples in turn. "Each ring is chosen and must be exactly the right size," Honey told him. "Too big and it will pull off easily, too small and it will pinch and hurt." "Maybe Mistress has rings just right for you too," Cassie giggled, reaching up to pinch the Akkadian's erect teats playfully The Shemite handmaiden, Cassie, pinched and tugged at the Akkadian's nipples making them achingly stiff. The assassin responded in kind, rolling the darskinned girl's own teats between his thumbs and forefingers and pulling at the golden rings around them. The Shemite's nipples were kept exceptionally hardened by the rings pinching them and the Akkadian found that flicking the stiffened nubs lightly wrought the most adorable gasps and moans from the Nubian. As this play went on, Honey was sponging her large breasts and working the lotion she had applied on her firm mounds into a rich creamy lather. Soon her chest and belly were completely covered in white bubbly suds. Cassie made way for the Circassian and the blonde approached the Akkadian. She put her hands behind her back and pressed forward with her chest, using her lathered tits to soap the assassin's own breasts. The Akkadian gave a contented sigh as he felt their breasts mash together, the Circassian moving her body to thoroughly coat the Akkadian's chest in the suds. He could feel the hardened points of Honey's nipples on his soft flesh, raking his skin and catching on his own nipples as they slid past them. Cassie was meanwhile soaping her great breasts and soon joined in, exiting the bath and kneeling behind the Akkadian and rubbing her oiled boobs against his back. Sandwiched between two pairs of firm large tits with both handmaidens wriggling and writhing their bodies to ensure complete coverage of the Akkadian's torso the assassin relaxed and enjoyed the erotic soapy massage. Once his upper half was cleansed Honey raised each of his slim legs clear of the water in turn and again using only her breasts soaped them from thigh to toe. Behind the Akkadian, Cassie had taken a jug of warm water and wetted his long raven hair. "Ohhhh, a girl could get used to this indeed," the Akkadian sighed, biting his tongue the instant he had spoken. Once again he had referred to himself in the feminine manner. Was it really natural for him to so easily forget that this body was not his true form and he had worn it for barely a day he wondered. His hair was washed and soaped next, the lotion richly fragrenced with lavender and spices. His long black tresses were left silky soft and sweetly perfumed.More jugs of water were used to wash the soapy lather from his body. "Now we need you on the bench Minaja," Honey instructed him with a grin. Leaving the sunken bath, the Akkadian was directed to the low bench. Thick towels were already laid out in readiness on the marble slab. He followed the handmaiden's urging and laid face down on the cushioned surface of the marble bench. Another vial was brought, this contained the Sorceress's musky body oil. The Akkadian breathed deeply through his nose once the vial was unstoppered, instantly recognising the heady aroma of the Sorceress that could stiffen the cock of any man in a heartbeat. "The Sorceress's musk?" the Akkadian queried. "It is as potent for women as it is for men?" "Oh yes indeed so," Cassie answered. "It inflames the loins and quickens the blood for both women and men." The magically imbued musk was rubbed deeply into the Akkadian's skin. From the nape of his neck to the soles of his feet the two handmaids oiled him. His buttocks the girls left for last, both kneading the firm globes of his ample buttcheeks as they kneaded in the erotic lotion. His cunt felt aflame by the time he thought they were down, he could feel his femine juices flowing freely and dripping onto the thick soft towels on which he lay. "I should turn over now?" he asked, the back of his whole body now oiled. "Not yet!" Both girls giggled. The Akkadian's asscheeks were spread open by the handmaiden's gentle fingers and the assassin gave a whimper as a few drops of the magical lotion was dripped onto the tight rosebud of his anus. A finger, he could not tell whose, massaged the precious drops into his anus. His sphincter relaxed under the skilled massage and he let out a sighing gasp as the finger pushed slowly into his rear passage, twisting and turning as it penetrated deeply. The assassin knew he should feel affronted and shamed by this violation of his asshole, the taboo on such an act was deeply ingrained in him as a warrior and a male. However the girl's finger exploring his rectum felt exqusitely arousing and instead of protesting he moaned with sexual desire and raised his hips to push his bottom up invitingly to whichever girl was doing this to him. "You are so tight here!" Honey exclaimed. "I would have thought a whore of Al Areth would have made much use of her ass." The Akkadian blushed, confused by the pleasure that anal pentration was giving him despite the lingering feelings of disgrace he felt. When Honey's finger withdrew from his rectum he almost begged her to continue, but gnawed his lip to stop himself from blurting out the plea. Now the girls bid the Akkadian to roll over onto his back so that they might oil the front of his body as they had the back. The Akkadian did so, knowing that his gaping cunt, dripping with the honey of feminine juice, would instantly betray the state of desperate arousal he was feeling. The Akkadian rolled onto his back, the two handmaiden's were knelt each side of him beside the low bench. Looking at the two naked beauties the assassin wished that at this moment he still possessed his big thick cock. He was in such sexual heat that he would have fucked the pair repeatedly until they were senseless and coated in his seed. "Oooh what a beautiful pussy you have Minaja," Honey cooed, driving home the fact to the Akkadian that he no longer had a hard dick between his legs. "So dark against your tanned skin," Cassie admired. "And see how she gapes and leaks her juice. You must be praying for a man with a nice big cock right now, yes?" The only man and cock the Akkadian wished to see was himself as a reflection, but he left that thought unspoken. The girls hands were on his body at once, massaging the erotically charged musk into his soft skin. He responded to their caresses with soft moans of desire, further encouraging the handmaids to tease and excite him. Honey began oiling his shapely legs, starting at his dainty feet and working her way upwards. Cassie meanwhile coated first his fingers and hands and then worked along his arms. The massage was relaxing and gentle, but the aroma of the musk and the nearness of the two nubile maids was driving the Akkadian wild with sexual need. "Look how she trembles Cassie," Honey trilled to her companion. "We must stop torturing the poor girl before she dies from frustration." "I agree," Cassie replied. "She needs relief from this torment." Honey's fingers began to caress the Akkadian's swollen labia, stroking the puffy lips and pinching the folds gently. Cassie's hands kneaded the pliant flesh of the assassin's breasts before concentrating on his erect nipples. Feeling he should participate rather than just lay and receive all the attention, the Akkadian put a hand upon each girl's thigh and guided by sense of touch let his fingers stray until he felt the curls of each woman's neatly trimmed pubic bushes on his fingertips. "You like our cunts Minaja?" Honey asked, as both she and Cassie eased apart their thighs to allow the Akkadian to touch further. "See how washing your beautiful body has excited them." The Akkadian's fingers found both girl's pussies to be wet and hot with excitement. He pushed two fingers into each girl's quim and they murmered encouragement as they continued their massages. He fingerfucked both girl's wet gashes slowly, their moans showing their appreciation. The assassin felt his own drenched quim parted as Honey's fingers entered him and spread the oily musk into the hot sheath of his sex. Cassie lowered her head and as her wild frizzy hair tickled his breasts her hot mouth descended on his nipple and suckled on the aching teat. For several minutes they each pleasured one another, breathing steadily becoming heavier and moans and gasps of arousal getting more frequent and audible. "I believe little Minaja is about to boil over," Honey cried out, feeling the Akkadian's interior muscles clenching around her fingers. The Akkadian by now had learnt to understand the feelings and signs of an imminent orgasm and knew the Circassian spoke the truth. He redoubled his own efforts and with four fingers now in each maiden's cunt fingered each vigorously. The girl's were crying out for the Akkadian to use his fingers harder and faster and he strove to comply with their wishes. The assassin came first, his hips bucking upward and his soft lips uttering squeals of sheer pleasure. Honey and Cassie seemed to feed off of his own orgasm and joyfully cried out in satisfaction as they came almost simultaneously a few seconds later. All three women panted and sighed contentedly as they slowly descended from the plateau of their orgasms. For long minutes they rested, the handmaiden's cradling the Akkadian in their arms. "We must stir," Honey said, rising first from the blissful embrace they were in. "Mistress will no doubt want to see her new handmaiden properly attired." The two handmaids and the Akkadian rose from the low bench. The assassin found that his sexual need was at least temporarily sated following his play with the two girls. The heady erotic musk he had been oiled with still worked it's enchantment though and already his subdued arousal was slowly increasing. The Akkadian supposed that the Sorceress, who seemed to constantly wear the lotion and her closest handmaiden servants inhaling the musk must need sexual release several times per day. Dressing was a simple matter given the scant quantity of clothing the handmaids wore. Leaving the breechcloths they had discarded to bathe the Akkadian the girls showed the assassin where fresh cloths were kept. The cloths were simple white cotton belts which knotted at the hip and from the belts hung flaps of cloth that did little more than cover the girls sex and bottom crease from view. The Akkadian was shown how to knot the belt in a particular fashion so that a tug on the loose end of the knot would release it and allow the scanty garment to fall away. The jewellery that the Akkadian wore and which had originally belonged to the real whore Minaja was discarded along with his stolen desert robes. Only the dagger he had taken from the nomads the Akkadian insisted on retaining. Cassie and Honey rolled their eyes and made protests as the Akkadian threaded the dagger sheath onto the cotton belt at his hip, but made no move to stop him. One clear difference remained separating the Akkadian from his fellow handmaidens. Around each of their necks was a polished metal collar. The Akkadian had a good eye for metals due to his expertise in weapons, finer steel than the collars were forged from he had rarely seen. Etched upon each collar were runes. "The collars," the Akkadian noted to the girls. "You are slaves to the Sorc.. to the Mistress then?" "Oh no, we each came here willingly," Honey contradicted. "And are free to leave if we choose." "The Mistress merely wishes us to appear as slavegirls," Cassie explained. "No man pays much attention to slaves other than what service they can render to him. As such we remain anonymous to any but the sharpest witted men." "Then for what reason did you seek out the Mistress?" the Akkadian enquired. "The journey to this tower was hazardous enough for me and I have certain training that I very much doubt either of you possess." "Why to be her acolytes of course," Honey exclaimed. "Surely you did the same? In her service she will teach us a little of her arts and craft." "When a handmaiden is trusted and skilled to the Mistress's satisfaction she will be given a new identity and the funds to begin a new life in a place of the Mistress's choosing," Cassie explained. "The former handmaids of the Mistress are in every city and nation of Hyperborea, each in position of some importance or power." "Now that you have joined us it will be Cassie's turn to leave the tower," Honey said, a little sadly. "I am to be a merchant and moneylender in the Shemite capital," Cassie told the assassin. "I shall have a fine big house and servants and conduct trade and caravans on my own account." "Yet will still owe loyalty to the Mistress and be her agent and eyes in Shem," the Akkadian mused aloud. The Sorceress, the Akkadian now realised, was a far more important player in politics and power across the kingdoms than any imagined. Her former handmaids were like a web with the witch at the centre and little of any importance that occurred in the wider world would escape her notice. What end was all this long term planning in aid of he wondered. The Akkadian looked closer at the collars, Honey allowing him to touch and inspect the metal band about her neck without protest. The collar had no lock or hinge, but was a single unbroken circle of steel. Magic must surely have been used to fit the band around the neck. The runes were of none of the common languages and the Akkadian was well educated in the commonest written script. He had seen their like before though, in ancient ruins and on artifacts from long gone years. "These runes are Atlantean," the Akkadian declared. "I do not know their meaning, but I recognise a symbol or two from carved inscriptions I have seen." "Yes, the Mistress says that these are in her mother tongue," Honey agreed. "That she is far older than she appears is well known." Both handmaids abruptly paused and remained silent for several seconds. Then both smiled and nodded and turned their attention back to the Akkadian. "Mistress wishes our presence now," Cassie informed the assassin, who had heard no such command. "She is in her bedchamber. Come, we will show you the way." The Akkadian followed the handmaidens through the Sorceress's apartments to her bedchamber. A knock upon the door from Cassie elicited an imperious command for them to enter. Inside the sumptuously furnished boudoir of the witch the mistress herself was seated in an armchair beside the her canopied bed. The Sorceress was nude apart from silk slippers and jewellery such as a necklace and bejewelled rings. Cassie and Honey hurried to the witch and knelt by her feet. The Akkadian, after a pause, copied their actions and went onto his knees before the Sorceress. "I see you are refreshed from your journey and properly attired Minaja," the Sorceress observed. "Yes Mistress," the Akkadian replied, remembering the instructions from the handmaids. The witch evidently did not see it fitting to share his true identity with her servants. Thios was a relief to the assassin, who resolved to keep up his pretence of being an Al Areth whore in their presence. "Though not yet fully attired as one of my handmaidens," the Sorceress stated, with a smile quirking her full lips. "Mistress?" the Akkadian said, framing the single word as a question. "Your neck is still bare my dear," the Sorceress pointed out. "I make it a custom to allow those outside my circle to believe the women that serve me are mere slaves. This protects them somewhat and enhances my reputation among the more unsavoury elements I am forced to associate with." "Yes Mistress, I see," the Akkadian said simply. The Sorceress had Cassie stand up. She touched her finger to the metal collar around her neck and whispered a single word too softly fot the assassin to catch. The collar slipped from around the Shemite's slim neck, though still clearly steel it appeared as flexible as cloth. "Rise Minaja," the Sorceress ordered the Akkadian. The assassin rose and the Sorceress looped the metal band around the Akkadian's neck. Again the witch whispered a word and although the Akkadian had been straining to hear he still failed to discern the word spoken. He felt the collar stiffen and solidify around his womanly neck, rejoining magically to form a ring once more. His fingers reached for the steel band, tugging and turning the collar and finding it impossible to remove. "Sorcery!" the Akkadian exclaimed, and then after a moment remembering to add. "Mistress." "Yes indeed Minaja," the witch confirmed. "Though only a minor sorcery compared to other demonstrations you have seen me perform. The band immovable unless you know it's trigger command. It's most interesting ability is the link that it provides me with it's wearer. Allow me to demonstrate." "How do you like your new necklace Akkadian?" The Akkadian visibly jumped. The words had not been uttered from the Sorceress's lips, but instead seemed to form inside his mind. A glance at Honey confirmed that the girl had not heard him addressed as Akkadian although she wore a collar of her own. "These words are yours alone Akkadian," the Sorceress's voice told him."Honey can hear nothing unless I wish to include her in our conversation. Simply picture me in your mind and imagine yourself saying the words and I will receive your reply." "Can you hear me witch?" the Akkadian thought, an image of the Sorceress in his mind. Rich laughter greeted the Akkadian's inquiry. "I see in private your tongue is sharper than when we have an audience Akkadian." "I will serve you loyally witch, and be as respectful as you wish before witnesses," the Akkadian thought."Between ourselves you know exactly how I chafe at the way you have coerced my service." "Perhaps you should look at your cup and see that it is half full rather than half empty," the Sorceress told the Akkadian. "That delicious body you have is at least ten years younger than your own. A difference that will only widen as time transpires. I reformed you in Minaja's image and in that image you will remain unless the spell is reversed, never aging or scarring from wounds or disease." That was a revelation to the Akkadian. He had little knowledge of how sorcery worked and had not given any thought to such details. He did know enough to realise that such magic was well beyond the scope of the usual hedge wizards and battle mages he had encountered. That the Sorceress truly was Atlantean by birth seemed certain, despite the fabled empire of sorcery having met it's doom and been swallowed beneath the dark waters hundreds of years ago. "So for eternal youth and health I am supposed to be grateful?" the Akkadian thought back. "When you have robbed me of my life and my body." "Tell us Minaja, how did your mission in Al Areth fail?" the witch surprised the Akkadian by speaking these words aloud so that Honey and Cassie were once again included in the conversation. "Begin from when you left me in the alley and entered Trimon's hold." The Akkadian wondered what the Sorceress was seeking to prove by changing tack in such a manner. It was a reasonable request however and he could see no valid reason for refusing to answer. "I had no problem with the first part of your plan Mistress," the Akkadian told her. "Trimon was eager to see his favourite whore and I was alone with him in his bedchamber. When he undressed I saw it as my ideal moment to strike." "That seems hasty to me," the witch commented. "At that point Trimon's energies were fresh and his mind clear." "So it proved Mistress," the Akkadian reluctantly admitted, not adding that he had struck so quickly in an effort to avoid being violated by another man. "He was far quicker and stronger than I had allowed for and I was easily overpowered. Though thank the gods he did not discover the magical weapon you supplied me with." "Tell me Minaja," the Sorceress said smiling at the assassin. "What did Trimon do to you once he so easily overpowered you." The Akkadian now saw what the Sorceress was pushing for in her questioning. Somehow she had learned or guessed that Trimon had used him the night before and wanted him to admit that fact from his own lips. He looked the witch in her green eyes and continued. "Trimon used me as he normally would his favourite whore Mistress," the assassin confessed. "I have heard that Trimon is unusually well endowed and a skilled cocksman," the Sorceress commented. "How many times did he fuck you Minaja?" "Two, or possibly three times," the Akkadian answered, his voice low as he made this confession. "My mind was clouded by the end and I am uncertain exactly." "He brought you to orgasm each time then?" the witch pushed with her questions. "You must have climaxed very forcefully to be so befuddled." "Yes, he brought me to completion with great force," the Akkadian was forced to admit. "So much so that following the last I fell into a deep sleep from which I did not awake for many hours." "Hmmm, so my enemy still lives," the Sorceress said thoughtfully. "I will need to come up with another plan to deal with Trimon. At least you enjoyed yourself Minaja, even if it was at my expense." "Enjoyed myself!" the Akkadian blurted out in outrage. "Indeed it seems, the way you tell it," the Sorceress said calmly with a mocking smile. "Whilst you were being fucked to orgasm by that huge cocked brute were you not moaning and crying out in ecstasy?" The Akkadian hung his head in shame his face burning with embaressment. The Sorceress had judged him correctly and he could hear his own orgasmic cries of the night before echoing in his memory. "Yes Mistress, I was," the assassin conceded. "But that was scarcely my choice. My body responds to sexual arousal beyond my control." "Sweet little slut that you are Minaja," the Sorceress laughed. The witch leaned forward and without warning thrust her hand up between the Akkadian's thighs, brushing aside the scant protection of his breechcloth. A slim finger entered his sex without pause and twirled in his wet hot gash. "Why you are dripping wet just from the memory of Trimon's cock inside you Minaja," the Sorceress exclaimed in mock surprise. The Akkadian was certain that his excitement was due to the proximity of three near naked women and the effect of the witch's musk. Being touched so suddenly and intimately dashed the words of denial from his lips however and only a low lusty moan was his response. "Ha ha, condemned from your own lips little slut," the Sorceress chided playfully. "Unfortunately Trimon's big cock is unavailable at the moment. I could summon some of my Orcish guards if your cunt is that needy." "Please no Mistress," the Akkadian begged knowing that his body would betray him once more as soon as an Orc's cock was inside him. "No? Then in that case I will put that sweet mouth to better use than retelling how well you were fucked by Trimon," the Sorceress declared. The witch parted her long slim legs and pushed her crotch forward to the edge of her chair. Her pussy was smoothly hairless like the Akkadian's, but in contrast to his dark painted mons and pussylips her mound and lips were pale and pink like a split peach. "Use your tongue and mouth to give me satisfaction Minaja," the Sorceress demanded. The Akkadian knelt between the Sorceress's knees and stared for a moment at her bald pubic mound. Her cuntlips were parted just slightly and a sliver of coral pink flesh gleaming wetly could be seen between them. The assassin concluded that the witch was not altogether immune to her own musk. Or was it his presence, knelt before her and her collared like a slavegirl that had her aroused? Either way he was drawn to that pale slit and desired nothing more than to bury his tongue in it's hot interior. "Your cunt is beautiful Mistress," the assassin complimented the witch crudely. "Flattery will get you nowhere Minaja," the Sorceress laughed. "A good licking on the other hand will undoubtedly put me in excellent spirits and earn you treats." The Akkadian parted his mistress's gash with his thumbs, exposing the interior to his eager gaze. A trickle of feminine juice leaked from her depth's as he opened her up and he craned forward with his tongue extended to lap up the sweet nectar. As he remembered from the times he had been rewarded with her sexual favours the Sorceress's juices tasted delicious. The Akkadian lapped eagerly at her dampened slit and savoured the heady aroma of her cunt. With his newly acquired knowledge of how his own pussy responded to stimulation he excited the soft folds of her pussylips and elicited more sweet juice to leak from the hot gash. "Minaja, you tease me expertly," the Sorceress sighed. "Al Areth whores guild must have taught you well. But I require more immedia