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the Akkadian made his way back to the Sorceress's cabin without being waylaid by any more of the pirate crew. Honey had already returned from her nightly bunk hopping and was wrapped in the furs at the foot of the Sorceress's bunk. The assassin burrowed beneath the pelts beside her and the Circassian handmaid stirred drowsily to cuddle up to the Akkadian. The blonde's hand caressed his flat stomach before venturing lower and dove between his sleek thighs to pinch and tweak his pussylips. "Minaja!" Honey whispered sounding a little surprised. "Your slit is wet and agape. Have you been with the pirates?" "Just one," the Akkadian whispered back in admission, deliberately leaving out the three who had attempted to make use of him against his will. "Which one?" his sister in the Sorceress's service pressed, inquisitive for details. "The Captain maybe, he is tall and handsome? Or perhaps the big black bosun, he is built like a bull and his cock must be huge if it matches the rest of him." "Barbra Rosa, the first mate," the Akkadian told the Circassian, knowing he would have no peace until he had satisfied her curiosity. "The redheaded bitch?" Honey sounded truly shocked. "She frightens me Minaja. She goes from bunk to bunk more frequently than I do and I see her whispering with the crew in dark corners. She is plotting and gathering allies with her hot ginger cunt." This did not surprise the Akkadian in the least. Barbra had said herself when they talked that she gained allies in this manner, also she had described her rank as being one step away from the captain. Barbra was certain to make an attempt for command of the Sea Witch, but if it was soon what would that mean to the Sorceress and her handmaidens? "So you are back Akkadian," the witch's voice in his head remarked. "And how was your dalliance with the fearsome Barbarossa?" "She no longer answers to that name," the Akkadian thought back to the witch. "She is content being Barbra Rosa. Though I suspect she is less content to be only the first mate of this ship." "The first surprises me greatly, the second not at all," The Sorceress mentally commented. "She has certainly proved resourceful to have survived this long as I made her. And to have acquired a pearl phallus of Mithras too. Only a handful were ever created and I have had my spies keep a lookout in the event that any resurfaced." "You will take it from her?" the Akkadian wondered. "I will offer to purchase it from her certainly," the witch corrected him. "I suspect that no price would suffice for her to part with it though." "Barbra told me we would reach our first destination tomorrow," The assassin informed the Sorceress. "But by my reckoning we are near no city. We are off the southern coast of Kush and there is nothing but jungles and swamps there." "You amaze me with your grasp of navigation Akkadian," the Sorceress stated, and the Akkadian could not tell if she was genuine or the remark was sarcasm. "The jungle of Kush is our destination, two of the ingredients needed for your restoration can be obtained there. We shall meet with some of my allies tomorrow, but I will say no more on that score. You will meet them soon." "Tell me about the herbs needed to stop a woman's moon cycle," the Akkadian was reminded of this by the mention of ingredients. "I wondered when such things would occur to you." The Sorceress's laughter echoed in the Akkadian's mind. "Ask Honey to give you a dose in the morning. With her hunger for men she has an ample supply to keep her womb empty." "Now sleep Akkadian, you will need all your wits tomorrow when we enter the jungle," the Sorceress commanded. The next morning the Akkadian woke early, roused by Honey frotting his clitoris with her tongue. He spent his first few minutes of wakefulnes with her mass of strawberry blonde curls buried between his thighs and was rewarded with a pleasent orgasm. Once he had returned the gesture, and licked and fingered the Circassian to her satisfaction the two handmaidens rose. They bathed themselves with a jug of water and sponges and then set out their mistress's clothing for her. This morning the Sorceress was due to take breakfast with Captain Akhbar. Honey and the Akkadian were in attendance, but their duties were to serve the wine and food rather than to eat the rather extravagent meal the Captain had arranged. As the Sorceress and Akhbar finished the meal the handmaidens were commanded to wait outside the cabin as she had some private matters to discuss. In the galleyway outside the two maids whispered to one another. "Honey, the mistress said you have the herbs needed to halt my moon cycle," the Akkadian whispered to his friend. "Have you none of your own Minaja?" Honey looked surprised. "But your tale of Trimon, I assumed you would have the necessary herbs given your profession." "I was forced to leave Al Areth rather abruptly," the Akkadian replied, fudging the truth if not exactly lying to Honey. "I have none." Honey nodded, accepting the explanation without questions and went to fetch a small pouch from the Sorceress's cabin. She handed the Akkadian a handful of dark green leaves. He looked at them doubtfully as Honey mimed the actions of putting them into the mouth and chewing. the Akkadian put one leaf at first in his mouth and tentatively bit into it. The taste was bitter and unpleasent, but he persevered and leaf by leaf he ate the leaves. "I have heard we will soon be going ashore," Honey told the Akkadian, although he knew as much himself. "We are to meet with some of the mistress's friends." the Akkadian nodded as he finished chewing the last of the bitter leaves. Though the witch had said this visit was necessary to obtain magical ingredients that could be used to restore him he felt on edge. Barbra was definately plotting with the crew and he had no idea of the identity of the Sorceress's new allies. If they were as dangerous as these pirates he would need to be alert and watchful. From within the Captain's cabin came the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking, the Sorceress's voice moaning and crying out and the Captain's grunts and groans of exertion. There was also the rythmic rattle of cutlery and tableware, by which it could be surmised that the fucking was occuring upon the breakfast table rather than upon Akhbar's bunk. Honey and the Akkadian exchanged a glance and both giggled. At this point distant shouting could be heard, which steadily rose in volumn and frequency. "That is up on deck," Honey commented. "Something is happening." Running feet above them and then the familiar sound of steel clashing upon steel confirmed that something was definately amiss aboard the Sea Witch. The sounds lasted only a minute and then all went silent. The door to the Captain's cabin burst open and Akhbar rushed out redfaced and buckling on his cutlass and dirk. Behind him the Sorceress was adjusting and fastening her dress before following. The Captain and the witch headed for the steps leading above deck and having been given no order to the contrary, Honey and the assassin followed. On the deck the crew were ranked facing the door to the cabins. Barbra and the giant Kushite bosun stood side by side in the centre of the throng. A handful of pirates were held off to one side of the main group with minor fresh wounds evident. These men were disarmed and clearly being guarded by the larger party. "What is going on here," Akhbar demanded, easily singling out Barbra as the ringleader amongst the group. "Is this a mutiny slut?" "No mutiny Captain," Barbra replied with mocking civility to Akhbar. "This is a challenge." the Akkadian edged in front of the Sorceress, his dagger in his hand to protect the witch. Barbra it seemed had the majority of the crew on her side and any protection he could give his mistress would be very short lived. He felt the witch's hand upon his shoulder and she shook her head almost imperceptably. "A challenge? Has your moon cycle taken your senses Rosa?" the Captain bellowed, pacing back and forth. "A ship's slut cannot issue a challenge for the captaincy." An elderly pirate pushed forward, the Akkadian recognised him as the ship's carpenter. Almost infirm and with a wooden stump in place of his right leg, the man looked old enough to have served under Barbarossa before his transformation. In his hands he carried a thick leather bound book. He coughed, spat some phlegm upon the deck and opened up the book and read aloud in a thin reedy voice. "By the articles of the brethren a legal challenge for captaincy can be issued by any ship's officer if the majority of the crew accept and support their cause for doing so," the carpenter read, before adding. "You yourself promoted Barbra Rosa to first mate and there is no mention of a woman being barred from issuing the challenge mentioned." "Accept the challenge Akhbar, meet me sword to sword," Barbra goaded the captain. "Or are you not man enough to face me?" "Man enough for you? You will soon be over my knee you red slut," Akhbar bragged, drawing his cutlass and dagger. "I'll turn that pretty white ass as red as your hair and then fuck you within an inch of your life before I cut your throat and let the sea have you." "That seems rather excessive," Barbra said mildly with a smirk on her ruby lips. "I'm just going to kill you. Spanking that fat lopsided ass of yours wouldn't really do anything for me." Barbra Rosa drew a matched pair of slender scimitars from her belt and whirled them in circles to warm her muscles. The two pirates circled one another warily to begin with as the crew drew back to give them fighting room. the Akkadian sized up both duellists as they paced, Akhbar was stronger and taller undoubtedly and his cutlass was a far heavier blade. Barbra Rosa was lighter and he presumed faster, and her scimitars might be quicker but lacking the reach of the cutlass. The combatants closed for the first time and steel whirled and clashed. Akhbar was was more agile than the assassin had expected of a large man and the two dodged and parried a few blows each before backing off and circling one another again. Both pirates looked confident of winning and for the Akkadian the contest was too close to call this early in the duel. "Submit now slut and I will spare your life," Akhbar offered Barbra. "Ask me for a slave collar. It seems a shame to put an end to such a fine fucktoy." "You want me in a collar? Come and put one on me by force like a man would, instead of begging me to allow you to place it there," Rosa taunted. They closed once more and blade sang upon blade in a flurry of cuts and slashes. Their skill was well matched and the twin scimitars and the cutlass and dagger were just able to deflect one anothers attacks. They backed off once more, breathing more heavily now and both perspiring. "You are quick and have some skill for a wench, I will give you that much whore," Akhbar shouted at his first mate. "But the longer this continues the worse the odds against you. You lack the strength and stamina of a man and soon you will tire." Whether she was goaded into the attack by his words or realised the truth in them herself Barbra no longer matched his taunts with a verbal reposte. She came at him with both blades whirling, Akhbar beat off or blocked several cuts but finally a scimitar found it's way through his defence and the Captain took a slash to his left upper arm. Too late to deflect her blade, his cutlass hacked down at the scimitar. Striking the lighter weapon cleanly it snapped the scimitar just above the basket hilt. Akhbar's bent arm came back after the blow, his elbow hitting the redhead in her jaw and sent her staggering back several feet. Akhbar looked to the wound on his arm and dismissed the shallow cut and the blood as superficial. "That was my best shirt," he laughed. Barbra had been dazed a moment by the blow, but had recovered. She shook her head to clear it, whipping her fiery red hair as she did so. One scimitar's blade was a scant four inches long after being broken. She screamed and launched back into the attack. Barbra did indeed seem to be tiring, her attacks seemed a little slower and clumsier than when the fight began. Akhbar was noticably having less trouble blocking her strikes and feints than before. Barbra attempted to attack with both weapons simultaneously, but Akhbar blocked both strikes with ease. For a moment the duellists weapons were locked as each strove to force the others aside. Akhbar's strength easily bested Barbra's and he pushed her back and headbutted the redheaded pirate wench whilst she was unbalanced. Barbra Rosa was struck backwards and fell onto her back upon the deck. Instead of pressing his advantage and attempting to finish her Akhbar laughed as he waited for Rosa to regain her feet. Barbra's nose was bleeding heavily and she wiped her sleeve across her face and spat upon the deck. The pirate lass squared her shoulders and raised her weapons once more. Akhbar seemed in no hurry, and paced back and forth as he watched and waited for Rosa to attack again. It seemed as though Barbra was tiring fast now, her buxom chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath and she took several seconds to compose herself. Once more she came in at Akhbar screaming furiously and once more he fended off every blow she attempted. the Akkadian thought the fight was done when once more Barbra's weapons locked with those of Captain Akhbar's. This time however the redhead did not attempt to match her strength against the Captain's. When he pushed she gave way and Akhbar stumbled forward a step. Barbra Rosa brought her knee up with all the force she could muster, hitting Akhbar powerfully in his balls as his superior strength and weight pushed him forward. As the wind was driven from the Captain, Rosa followed up with a roundhouse punch delivered with the basket hilt of the snapped scimitar. Akhbar was on all fours on the deck and groaning from the pain of his testes. He had lost his cutlass as he fell and clutched his balls protectively as he struggled to rise. Barbra watched him with a malicious smile, her chest heaving from her exertion. She tossed aside the broken scimitar and swapped her intact blade from hand to hand. She waited until Akhbar had almost regained his feet until she gave a shrill scream and raised her remaining scimitar with both hands. Leaping upon the Captain's back she struck down with the scimitar's point and stabbed Akhbar between his shoulder blades. Barbra threw all her weight upon the sword and pushed it clean through his body. Akhbar let out a strangled cough and collapsed face down. Barbra pushed herself back off his body and staggered to her feet. The pirate wrenched the scimitar free by putting one foot on Akhbar's back and pulling with both hands. "Does anyone deny my Captaincy by right of fair challenge," Barbra Rosa screamed at the pirate crew. None spoke up, not even those who had been disarmed earlier and must have been the late Captain Akhbar's loyal supporters. Barbra turned unsteadily to face the Sorceress. the Akkadian brought up his dagger and crouched into a fighting stance, ready to defend the witch. Barbra saw the assassin's stance and grinned at him for a moment. The redhead flipped her scimitar around and fell to one knee with the hilt held forward towards the Sorceress. "Your faithful servant my lady," Barbra said with mocking ceremony. "The new captain of the Sea Witch honours the accord between the ship and crew and your good self." There was a lengthy silence following Barbra Rosa's declaration. the Akkadian could feel the tension in the ship's crew as they waited to see what the Sorceress's response would be. The Sorceress herself was studying the new captain thoughtfully before she spoke. "Your oath is accepted," the witch finally declared and there was a collective sigh of relief from the tense pirates. Barbra rose to her feet, sheathed her scimitar and smiled. The assassin followed suit and replaced his dagger in it's sheath at his hip. The redhead turned on her crew with her fists on her broad hips and began bellowing orders. "Right you dogs, back to work with you," the redhead yelled. "Carpenter, prepare Akhbar's body for burial at sea. He lived by the code and died like a man, I'll see him sent to the depths with honour." "The rest of you get canvas aloft and resume course for the rendevouz, our lady will be delayed no longer," she shouted to the rest of pirates. The pirates set to work, some climbing the rigging and others heaving upon ropes to raise the lanteen sails. Barbra watched them for a moment and apparently satisfied with their efforts turned back to the Sorceress. The huge black skinned bosun walked over to stand at her shoulder. "Mister Ba'Too, you are first mate from this moment," Barbra said to her ally before addressing the Sorceress. "My lady, I knew only what Akhbar felt willing to share of our ports of call for this voyage. As captain is there anything you need to discuss with me?" "I believe a council of war would be beneficial to us both," the witch affirmed. "You have not asked a price for your loyalty, do you wish to be restored to your former state Barbarossa?" "Barbarossa is long dead my lady, you confuse me with a ghost," Barbra replied with an arch smile. "I believe that I am quite fine as I am." "Indeed so Barbra, quite fine indeed," the Sorceress agreed graciously. "In that case there are certain, shall I say, pearls of wisdom you might possess that you might share with me in private." "Pearls of wisdom is it?" Barbra gave the Akkadian a look and smiled broadly. "Aye, I reckon I could share such pearls with yourself in private." "Excellent, then with your permission I think we should retire to my cabin to discuss such matters further," The Sorceress suggested. "Honey, Minaja, the captain and I are not to disturbed until we reach our destination." The Sorceress and Barbra Rosa headed back towards the cabins, the redheaded pirate wench giving the Akkadian a saucy wink as she passed. Mister Ba'Too turned away, taking command of the pirates labour in the captain's absence. the Akkadian sighed, he expected that the discussion in the Sorceress's cabin would keep him from returning there for quite some time. It took another four hours for the Sea Witch to reach her destination. As the Akkadian had expected neither Barbra Rosa or the Sorceress made their reappearence on deck in that time. Honey had deserted the assassin some time after that and he now stood in the prow of the ship on his own watching the verdant green coastline of Kush as it passed by. Looking back along the ship he could see his fellow handmaiden. The Circassian was on her knees in front of the new first mate, her reddish blonde head bobbing as she sucked his cock. It was the change in direction of the light breeze that alerted the Akkadian to the ship altering course. Looking towards the heavily forested coast he could see they were now headed towards a cove where a river ran into the sea. A narrow strip of sandy beach seemed to be their new course. Mister Ba'Too bellowed instructions to the pirate crew without disengaging from the fellating he was receiving from Honey. Pirates swarmed up the rigging, furling the sails. The Sea Witch slowed to a halt some distance from the beach and the Akkadian heard the rattle of chains as she dropped anchor. "Enjoying the view Minaja?" the Akkadian had been so intent on watching the coast he had not heard the Sorceress approach. "I see no sign of habitation here at all Mistress," the Akkadian noted. "Are you certain your allies are here?" "They will be watching us, of that I am sure," The witch replied. "They will not leave the jungle until they are certain of our identity though. This coast is a favourite hunting ground of slavers." The pirates lowered a rowboat. Some bound chests were stowed aboard and then Barbra Rosa, Mister Ba'Too and half a dozen pirates crewed the small boat. Finally, the Sorceress together with Honey and the Akkadian climbed down and took their seats. They pulled away from the Sea Witch and rowed towards the beach. There was still no sign of life when the rowboat grounded upon the soft white sand and Barbra was the first ashore, cutlass in hand and scanning the nearby treeline cautiously. Her crew fanned out behind her, each armed with a crossbow and with swords and knives in their belts. the Akkadian stepped over the rowboat's gunwale, kneedeep in lukewarm water and held out his hand to steady the Sorceress so she might disembark directly onto the sand and avoid getting her dress wet. The witch walked towards the jungle so that any unseen watchers might see her clearly. "There, in the trees. There is movement." The Akkadian was the first to spot fleeting shadows moving in the trees. the Akkadian had seen but a handful of indistinct figures moving around in the shadowed cover of the jungle. Even he was taken aback when almost a score of natives emerged in a ragged line from the trees. The natives were all female, clad in fur halter tops and brief skirts and wearing decorations of feathers and animal teeth and claws. They were armed mostly with shortbows and spears, although a few among them grasped metal swords and axes and hidebound shields. The line of native women warriors halted and watched the pirates warily as one of their number strode forward to greet the Sorceress. "These are the panthers of Kush?" the Akkadian concentrated and sent his thoughts to the Sorceress with the magic of the collar. "Indeed they are Akkadian. And this band are trusted allies of mine," the Sorceress responded. The assassin studied the fabled warrior women. Now they were closer and out of the gloom of the jungle he could see barely half of the women were obviously Kushite. The skin tones and hair colour of the remaining warriors were of many assorted races of Hyboria. Around several of their necks he saw discoloured or rusted slavecollars, marking the wearers as runaways. All the warriors were deeply tanned and athletic and were clearly sizing up the pirates and assessing their strength as any warrior might when meeting another. "Well met my lady," the tall panther, who he presumed was a leader among the band, greeted the Sorceress. "Forgive our caution in greeting you, but a ship's crew coming ashore usually means slaverhunters these days. It was possible that a random slaveship stopped by chance at this beach." "Of course, I understand," the Sorceress agreed. "This is Barbra Rosa, captain of the Sea witch and her first mate mister Ba'Too and these are my companions, Honey and Minaja." "I am Daina, leader of the Kar'Sa'Hesa band," the warrior introduced herself. Daina was tall for a woman, six feet in height by the Akkadian's estimate and her smooth limbs were athletcally muscled. Unlike some of her band Daina was clearly Kushite, with tar black skin and tightly curled hair that was cropped short. She wore furs of yellow spotted with black and necklaces and armbands made from large and fearsome looking teeth. A bow and quiver were slung at her back, whilst in the broad leather belt of her brief skirt was tucked a steel bladed axe and a hide shield was upon her left arm. "We have made camp back from the shore," Daina informed the Sorceress. "You and your party are welcome by our fires for this night." "Back from the shore" soon proved to be a rather loose term for the location of the panther's camp. The Sorceress and her party were led by the warrior women deeper and deeper into the jungle along winding game trails that looped and twisted circuitously through the dense undergrowth. The beach and the anchored ship were lost from sight in the first minute, a fact that clearly unsettled Barbra's crew. For around two hours this trek continued until the Akkadian discerned that the game paths they were travelling along now led uphill. The vegetation thinned out somewhat as they moved upwards. "I don't like this damned jungle one bit," Barbra Rosa complained, standing beside assassin as the party rested for a moment. "We could be walking in circles for all I know. I cannot even say what direction the ship is moored." A pair of panther warriors passed the Akkadian and the pirate captain. The language the two were speaking between themselves seemed to be some bastardised dialect of Stygian and Kushite and though the Akkadian was a skilled linguist he could only recognise a word or two of each sentence. The women chattered and pointed out members of Barbra's crew to each other and laughed, the Akkadian recognised the Stygian word for cock used several times. The panther's attention turned then to Barbra Rosa and the Akkadian. They giggled and nudged one another and chattered merrily in their unintelligable tongue. "You slave lick cunt good?" a panther who appeared to be a Shemite with a rusty collar around her neck asked the assassin. the Akkadian eyed the female warrior. Though barely taller than himself and undoubtedly pretty, the dark haired woman looked tough and well muscled. Her breasts were small, at least compared to his own, but high and perky and barely concealed within a scant leather halter top. Her fur skirt was short, showing her fine toned legs and hard rounded ass perfectly. the Akkadian decided not to be cowed by the warrioress and matched her brazen leering. "Maybe you will find that out later slut," the assassin taunted back, which caused the two panthers to erupt into laughter. Barbra Rosa's red hair was a source of fascination for the warriors next. They touched and stroked the scowling pirate's hair, evidently having not before seen such a natural red hue. Barbra batted their inquisitive fingers away and her hand fell to her scimitar hilt menacingly. The girls laughed and chattered. "You have red pussy too pirate?" Barbra was asked. "Aye, red as fire," Barbra declared. "Careful you don't burn yourself." The march continued and the path grew steeper as they ascended a large hill and the vegetation thinned out further as the ground became rockier. Close to the hill's summit the panther's had sentries posted, their camp being on the plateau of the hill. Cresting the rise to the plateau the Kar'Sa'Hesa's camp came into view. There was around twenty huts made from wicker and mud with palm thatched roofs. A large circular fire pit was in the centre of the camp, surrounded by furs and mats for seating. the Akkadian stayed close by the Sorceress waiting for her instructions. "In a couple of hours, or whenever the hunting parties return, they intend to give a feast in our honour," the Sorceress told the Akkadian and Honey. "Business is conducted at these feasts by tradition, until then we have use of that hut there to refresh from the journey." For the Akkadian the time before the feast was due to begin sped by rapidly. The Sorceress, of course required to be washed and pampered before she made her appearance. In the panther's camp there was no sunken baths or an army of unseen servants to heat and fetch water. Honey and the assassin were allowed to use a cookfire and a huge iron pot to heat water and then had to carry it jug by jug to the Sorceress. Despite the Sorceress claiming that the collar around his neck was only a pretence of slavery, after hauling half a dozen heavy earthenware jugs across the camp full of steaming water it certainly felt to the Akkadian like slavery. For a change the Akkadian was not the focus of sexual desire from the warriors. Certainly he and Honey both attracted lustful looks and comments, but it was Barbra Rosa's men that bore the brunt of the bawdy comments and avaricious stares. "I don't like the way these sluts keep staring at me and whispering to one another," one pirate was complaining to his comrades by the fire during one of the Akkadian's trips for hot water. "T'aint natural the way they act." "Aye, I reckon the same," another pirate agreed. "Staring at my crotch they are, like they're trying to figure how much I got down there." the Akkadian was forced to stifle a laugh with feigned coughing, both the men had been amongst the group that had tried to force themselves upon him on the ship. The men huddled protectively together as the warrior women circled around them as if they were livestock on display, pointing out to one another the best features and attributes of the goods on show. "You have to admit though that there's some fine looking sluts in this band," one pirate commented. "Aye, them panthers are comely wenches," admitted the first speaker. "But I prefer my women with a collar around the neck and a fearful look in their eyes." As it grew to dusk, felled branches and logs were heaped upon the central firepit to build the fire up. The flames and sparks gave of an orange light and a fierce heat as more furs and blankets were placed around the periphery. Panthers began to gather around the firepit, laying or stitting on the furs drinking and talking amongst themselves. The Sorceress waited until all the band was gathered before making a fashionably late arrival. As the guest of honour the witch was seated next to Daina, the leader of the band. On the panther's other side was Barbra Rosa. the Akkadian and Honey sat behind their mistress, whilst Barbra Rosa's crewmen were ranged behind her. When all were assembled Daina rose to her feet. Unlike the other warrior's, who simply lounged on the furs and blankets the leader of the Kar'Sa'Hesa had a stool, as did the Sorceress and the pirate captain. The dark skinned tribal leader clapped her hands and her warriors chattering fell away to silence. "Tonight we feast," Daina cried out and the announcement was met by cheering and the slapping of thighs in the warriors manner by her panthers. "And we renew our alliance with the great sorceress from beyond the forests. She has brought many fine gifts. Steel knives, arrowheads and spearpoints, and axeblades too. We shall be better armed to defend our territory and hunt." The panthers clearly liked this announcement, slapping their toned thighs enthusiastically to show their approval. The women seemed excited and more than a little intoxicated from the drinking that had started for them an hour or more earlier. the Akkadian thought they must be simple folk indeed if a few cheap weapons could buy their loyalty. "Bring out the food," Daina commanded. "And ale and wine for our guests." For the first time the Akkadian saw men other than the pirates in the panther camp. Those that now carried great wooden platters of freshly cooked meats and jugs of ale and wine to the warriors and the guests were all male. Every man was naked except for a stiff leather slavecollar around the neck. As one of the male slaves came to serve the Akkadian, who was seated on the furs the assassin found his eye on a level with the bouncing semi erect cock of the collared man. the Akkadian averted his eyes as a platter of meat and a wooden cup was set before him, but his fellow handmaiden found the situation to be be funny and her laughter rang out. "I did not know you panthers kept men as slaves," Barbra Rosa was heard to ask Daina. "We saw none about in the camp until now." "They were occupied cooking and preparing the feast as is their task," Daina explained. "Most of them come from slaver crews and mercenaries that come to the forest to hunt panthers. We keep the youngest and fittest for pleasure as well as menial labour. When they are no longer pleasing or too old we sell them to the Stygian traders to dig in their mines. If you wish to make use of them for pleasure please feel free, what is ours is yours this night." the Akkadian's cup was filled by the slave with a heady aromatic red wine. He was about to take a drink of it when the Sorceress laid her hand upon his arm. Looking to her the witch shook her head. "The drinks of the panthers is very strong Minaja and it's spices would not be to your taste I fear," the Sorceress told the assassin. "Drink if you wish, but I would advise against it." "Pahhh!" Barbra Rosa heard the words and snorted derisively. "If these sluts can quaff this swill then so can I. This form you blessed me with can handle strong drink nearly as well as my old one." The redheaded pirate tipped back her head and drained her mug in one go, turning the empty vessal upside down to demonstrate her claim. Her crew cheered and set to drinking with a fervour. the Akkadian for a moment considered doing the same, just to prove a point to the Sorceress. Something about her warning seemed sincere though and he suspected some treachery was afoot. He did not voice his misgivings to Barbra and her men, but set his mug aside untouched. The feasting and drinking continued. the Akkadian though continued to heed the Sorceress's warning and though he ate well he declined whenever one of the male slaves offered to fill his cup. The assassin noted that the pirates had no such qualms and were each soon quaffing down their third or fourth servings of the wine, spurred on by their voluptuous captain. Daina rose and clapped her hands and the chatter subsided. "And now entertainment for our guests," she called out loudly. "Music and dancing to befit the occasion." A half dozen panthers stepped out into the cleared circle around the firepit. Bare breasted and clad only in the briefest of leather and fur skirts and ornaments the women looked magnificent and fearsome as the firelight flickered on their toned bodies. Each carried a hunting spear taller than the women themselves. Drums and pipes began to play, the musicians other panthers seated in the wide circle around the firepit. The dancers began to stamp their feet in time and the beat was taken up by the rest of the tribe either clapping or stamping. The pirates began to whistle and shout out lewd comments to the Kar'Sa'Hesa dancers, who merely smiled at the audience as the din rose in volume. The Panthers began to circle one another, twirling their spears and crouching as if hunting or in combat. Suddenly one darted forward and thrust with her spear at the dancer she had been stalking, her mock opponent nimbly avoided the thrust by spinning to the side. The dancer's loose leather skirt flew up as her body spun, revealing her lack of undergarments and allowing the brief glimpse of her rounded buttocks and richly furred pubic bush. The other dancers joined the display, stalking and thrusting their spears at one another only for their target to spin, jump or roll away from the thrusts. Their movements displayed their athletic bodies perfectly, firm breasts bouncing and skirts flying to reveal taut behinds and unshaven pussies. The pirates naturally appreciated this display, calling out crude commentary on the dancers assets and suggestive remarks on how they would make use of the panthers. The Akkadin glanced towards Daina, expecting to see annoyance at the pirates comments. Daina though was serene and merely grinned at the obscene suggestions towards her warriors. The dancing panthers athleticism increased as the display continued and now the firepit itself became a prop. Avoiding a spearthrust one of the dancers leapt across the pit and through the flames, rolling as she landed and leaping back to her feet. Other dancers followed, jumping high to evade or pursue one another through the leaping flames. A pair of pirates staggered to their feet and lurched into the circle. The assassin's eyes narrowed suspiciously, the crew he knew from the voyage were a hard drinking bunch and a mere few cups of wine should have had little effect on them. "Those hairy cunts will be nothing but burnt stubble soon enough," one of the two pirates shouted, his words slurred. "Aye," his compatriot agreed, laughing. "And better for it too. I likes my women as bare cunted as slavegirls." The two pirates made clumsy grabs at the dancers, who easily dodged or dived away from their grasping hands laughing and taunting the men to try and catch them. Stumbling after one of the panthers one pirate almost pitched into the firepit. Standing unsteadily at its edge his arms flailed as he tried to retain balance and it seemed certain he would fall face first into the flames. One of the dancing Kar'Sa'Hesa darted past and pulled at his shirt collar so that the pirate fell backwards and away from the flames. The man lay flat on his back, giggling and seemingly unable to rise. The second pirate had stopped chasing the girls and stood swaying with his arms hanging limply by his side. One of the panthers strode up to him and grinned as she stood unmolested right in front of him. With one finger she pushed against his chest and the pirate fell back like a sawn tree and hit the ground with a thump and lay there making weak uncoordinated movements with his arms and legs. The rest of the crew now realised that something was amiss and with oaths they tried to rise. Less than half were able to stagger to their feet and those stood unsteadily with leaden limbs. "Damn these bitches have drugged the wine. What treachery is this?" Barbra Rosa roared, stumbling as she attempted to draw her weapons. Daina rose to her feet and faced Barbra Rosa, a dozen or so panthers closed up behind their tall leader grinning and laughing. "Treachery pirate?" the dark skinned warrior woman asked. "We invited your crew to drink and they drank. Our breeding wine is very strong and the spices brewed into it are sold as pleasurable drugs in every market in Hyboria." "Breeding wine?" Barbra questioned, her words slurring. "If it's a fucking you wanted, my men would happily have fucked you without drugging them." "I do not doubt," Daina agreed. "On my knees as they rutted me like a slavegirl or beneath them with my legs spread wide. That is not the panther way. Why free ourselves from men's hands only to allow them to make use of us?" "The spices render a man immobile, but do not dull the senses," Daina explained. "Also they add steel to a man's sword. No matter how well used during the night their cocks will not wilt." the Akkadian looked at the pirates more closely. Apart from Barbra Rosa and Mister Ba'Too only a couple were still on their feet and only the Captain and her first mate seemed in any condition to offer resistance. The men's erections could clearly be seen tenting coarse cloth of the baggy pants they wore. Mister Ba'Too's cock was in scale with the rest of the massive pirate's physique judging by the huge bulge in his pant's leg. Whether it was his size or that he drank more moderately than the rest of the Sea Witch's sailors, the huge black pirate still seemed capable of fighting. Barbra Rosa and her first mate stood back to back, the redhead with her cutlass and the massive Ba'Too cradling a wooden cudgel in his giant fists. The pirate captain was clearly succumbing to the drugged wine, her feet dragging and her blade weaving unsteadily. The pair made to move towards the edge of the panther's camp, a ring of the Kar'Sa'Hesa around them laughing. After only a few yards Barbra stumbled and went down to her knees, she struggled to raise her blade but it was clearly too much effort. Ba'Too now stood alone, he swayed slightly but showed no sign of dropping soon. "Impressive," Daina called to him. "I claim you for myself alone. If your seed quickens in me, your daughter will be stronger than any panther before her and a future leader of the tribe." "If you want Ba'Too's cock then strip and get to your knees slut," the first mate growled. "I challenge," a blonde haired panther stepped forward. "I would have this one Daina." Daina grinned at her rival. The fair haired warrior was almost as tall as the statuesque Daina and more thickly built with huge breasts and impressively muscled limbs. She shook her long tousled mane of blonde hair as she limbered up and strode forward. Now Daina, her challanger and Ba'Too faced one another inside a ragged ring of panthers. "So be it Meralda," Daina agreed with a nod. "I shall fight you for this man mountain and take you both tonight when I beat you." "Meralda, she was Daina's chief rival when the last clan leader died and contests were held to choose her successor." The Sorceress had leaned over and spoke softly in the Akkadian's ear. "She regularly challanges Daina ever since." "They are bitter foes then?" the assassin asked. "Hardly!" The witch chuckled. "Though she will certainly try her hardest to defeat Daina I believe she is smitten and will not be displeased if she loses once more." "Why so?" the Akkadian asked. "In a challange the loser must submit to the victor for the night." The Sorceress grinned. "As penalties for defeat go I could think of far worse than being a bedmate to Daina for a night, especially with Ba'Too's massive cock as a bonus." "Ba'Too might yet defeat them both, he is immensely strong," the Akkadian said. "What then?" "Then they would both be honour bound to submit to him," the Sorceress conceded. "However I think that unlikely. Though he hides it well the drug slows him more and more. It is likely both panthers will team up to defeat him first, neither will want to submit to a man." Just as the Sorceress had surmised, Daina and Meralda exchanged a look and a barely perceptable nod. The panthers stance shifted so that both faced the Sea Witch's first mate rather than one another. From the watching Kar'Sa'Hesa staves were tossed to Daina and Meralda, spear shafts taller by a head than the panthers themselves but with spearpoints removed. The two women approached the giant pirate cautiously and each feinted thrusts as they tried to assess how affected by the drug Ba'Too was. "Come jungle sluts, Ba'Too's big cock will fuck you both until you are too sore to walk," the pirate growled as he batted aside the stave thrusts with his cudgel. "Hah, I'll milk that cock so much your balls will shrivel and climb back inside you to hide," Meralda countered laughing. The blonde haired panther aimed a thrust with her blunt spearshaft at Ba'Too's chest. The pirate knocked the thrust aside easily, but Daina had been waiting for this move and as his arm was extended brought her stave down sharply upon his knuckles. Ba'Too gave a loud grunt as the thick wooden staff stung him and the heavy cudgel fell from his deadened grip. With the tip of her spearshaft Meralda took the opportunity to flick the fallen cudgel away from Ba'Too and into the ring of watching panthers. This move though left the blonde overextended and slightly off balance. Ba'Too seized the opportunity and seized the end of the shaft, he gave a mighty tug and the powerful panther foolishly tightened her grip and attempted to contest his strength. Meralda gave a cry as she was jerked forward into the waiting clutches of the pirate. "Now Ba'Too has you bitch," the first mate crowed trumphantly. "Let Ba'Too see what he will fuck tonight." Wrapping one arm around the struggling panther's waist Ba'Too ignored her flailing arms and legs and grasped Meralda's leather halter with his sore hand. His thick bicep bulged as he pulled at the tough hide and ripped the covering from Meralda's breasts. Large and gravity defyingly firm tits sprang free as the halter was ripped away to bounce and jostle as the panther struggled in Ba'Too's arms. Not satisfied with baring Merald's tits the pirate thrust his hand down into the waistband of her breechclout and tore at it until the leather ties snapped and her loins were also bared. Daina, momentarily ignored by Ba'Too, now chose her moment to attack. Circling around she swung her stave two handed and struck Ba'Too in the backs of his legs behind his knees. With a loud grunt he thrust Meralda away forcefully and crashed to his knees as both legs were deadened. Meralda rolled as she hit the ground and then thrust herself back up to her feet. Her eyes blazed angrily at being stripped by Ba'Too, though she stood unashamed by her nakedness breathing heavily with hands balled into fists and making no attempt to hide her exposed breasts or cunt. Her big breasts heaved with each breath. The nipples were very large, cherry red and stiff and each was pierced by a large golden ring set with a pale blue gemstone, a fact which the Akkadian noted marked the beautiful but powerfully built blonde almost certainly as an escaped pleasure slave. Blonde pleasure slaves were highly valued in Kush and Stygia and the naturalness of her hair colouring was confirmed by the thick tangle of sandy curls which partially obscured her ruddy cuntlips. Ba'Too was struggling to rise once more, hampered enormously by the loss of feeling from the blow to his legs. Daina and Meralda looked briefly at one another then started forward at the sprint towards the pirate. Ba'Too had but a momentary warning as he looked up to see both panthers launch dropkicks at him. They struck him from each side simultaneously, knocking him down with an astonished look upon his face. He was out cold before he even hit the ground. With Ba'Too removed from the contest the two panthers now only had one another to contend with. The pair of warrior women retrieved their staves, dropped in Daina's case and lost in Meralda's when she was seized by the pirate. Whilst Meralda walked the dozen or so paces to recover her staff Daina squatted beside the fallen first mate of the sea witch. Unbuckling his belt she tugged loose the ties of his baggy pants and thrust her hand inside. With a wide smile the Kar'Sa'Hesa chieftan exposed Ba'Too's cock. The pirate's manhood was every inch as impressive as the bulge in his pants and his sheer size had indicated. As thick as Daina's wrist the stiff black cock was almost the length of her forearm. A ripple of murmurs and appreciative gasps sounded from the eagerly watching panthers. "A prize worth the fight indeed," Meralda commented loudly, having rearmed herself and standing some distance from Daina observing. "Perhaps a coating of cooking fat will be needed to ease it's entry." "Indeed," Daina rose and turned to face her rival and smiled. "Though judging by the way your cunt drools at the mere sight Meralda it's entry would be doubly greased." A light chorus of laughter came from the ring of panthers at Daina's jest. the Akkadian looked at Meralda and by the light of the fire saw that the buxom blonde warrior's cuntlips did in fact appear to gape and glisten with dampness beneath the sparse covering of her fair hair. Meralda laughed herself, seemingly not at all displeased by the observation. "All know well enough that a good fight gets my juice flowing Daina," Meralda responded with a glance downwards at her sandy haired crotch. "The fact that the big oaf tore my best...my only clothing is of more concern." "Hmmm, well never let it be said that I sought unfair advantage," Daina said. "I can easily even that score." The tall ebony skinned warrioress rested the stave in the crook of her arm. Her brief skirt was a handsbreadth strip of yellow and black spotted fur of a jungle cat stitched to a broad leather belt. Daina unbuckled the belt and tossed the wrap around skirt aside. As had been the case with the others of her tribe the assassin had seen exposed Daina's cunt hair was thickly furred, the hair as jet black and tightly curled as those of her head. Untying the thongs of her matching halter Daina cast that aside also. Though somewhat smaller than Meralda's her breasts would easily have filled nicely the Akkadian's hands when he was still a large and manly warrior. Thick elongated nipples with a slight upturn tipped each firm black globe. Each nipple was pierced, but unlike Meralda's city wrought jewelery Daina's adornments were the long curved teeth of a jungle predator. Both warriors, now nude except for jewelery and sandals, hefted their staves and closed on one another in the centre of the circle of spectators. Without further jests or goading the fight commenced with both women launching a flurry of lightning fast blows, blocks and counters at one another. the Akkadian watched intently with the skilled eye of a highly trained fighter, ignoring as much as was possible the stimulating display of two magnificent female forms in motion to concentrate on the martial aspects of the contest. Both Daina and Meralda were obviously well versed in fighting with spears. Each handled the staves with practiced ease and precision. Though the staff was never the assassin's favoured choice, as an Akkadian he was well schooled in the use of all types of weapons. As was his practice the Akkadian assessed both the strengths and weaknesses of the combatants. "I see your old self still lives my little assassin," the Sorceress's words were soft, her mouth close to his ear. "I could cut that intense gaze with a knife. You judge whether you could beat them, yes?" "Of course Mistress," the Akkadian replied without ceasing his observation. "A few weeks ago I would easily best either of them, both at once with a little risk. With my superior strength, height and reach I could easily have forced through their parries and turned aside their blows." "And now, how would you fare?" the witch asked. "I doubt I could beat either Daina or Meralda unless a trick or two I have was unknown to them Mistress," the Akkadian answered with regret. "I suspect these two are the best of their band though. Against most of the others I believe I could still prevail." "Indeed? You grow more comfortable inside this delightful form in such a short time," the Sorceress noted. "It had not escaped my observation that you rise early each morning to excercise and lift weights. Though the soft womanly curves remain I see the muscle and sinew building beneath." "That was always my habit, instilled in my youth," the Akkadian responded. "Minaja's form, though small is lithe and supple. I grow a little stronger each day." Whilst the Akkadian and the witch had conversed the combat had continued. For some minutes Daina and Meralda had traded blows furiously and sought a way past or through one anothers defences. They were evenly matched and neither had yet managed to land a telling blow. To the Akkadian though the final outcome was obvious. Equally matched in skill, the panther with the greatest stamina would prevail and it was clear to him that this was Daina. Already Meralda was breathing more laboured than her opponent and her parries were just slightly slower. Daina too sensed that the tide of battle was starting to turn in her favour and redoubled her efforts, launching a series of lightning fast blows that further sapped Meralda's energy. At last the blonde's parry was a fraction too late as the tip of Daina's staff struck out. The thrust hit her high on the thigh and she stumbled back a step and cried out in pain. "It is over now, Daina has her mistress," the Akkadian said confidently. The assassin was soon proved correct. Meralda managed to block a few more strikes, but was now hobbling and in retreat. Daina alternated the direction of her attacks making Meralda work harder to block her and allow the blonde no opportunity to strike back. When Meralda stumbled for a second time Daina pressed forward and thrust her staff tip first to strike Meralda's foot. Off balance as she was Meralda was caught squarely as Daina surged forward and shoulder charged. The blonde panther's arms flailed as she crashed down on her back. Daina leapt down onto her opponent, her knees straddling Meralda's body and pinning her arms to her sides. Daina's stave, held two handed and flat pressed against Meralda's throat and forced her head to the ground. "Submit Meralda," Daina commanded the trapped and squirming panther. When Meralda remained silent Daina pressed down harder. The dark skinned warrioress's hips moved, sliding lower down Meralda's body. The assassin smirked as he saw the furred cunts of the panther's rub against one another and Daina rotated her hips so that her wiry black curls ground into Meralda's sparser blonde bush and tickled the ruddy cuntlips of the blonde. She pressed down with her body and her ebon breasts crushed Meralda's tanned orbs and stiff coal dark nipples raked against cherry red. The piercings snagged and tugged at one another and Meralda moaned loudly, from both sexual heat and the frustration of defeat. "I submit," Meralda cried out.