Ask about the sick woman.

"How could this happen?" You ask as you kneel by the magnificent fallen figure. "And why is she on the floor and not made comfortable?" The women look at each other uncomfortably for the space of several breaths before one of them answers. Her tits are as large as the Nubian’s, but sitting on her small frame they look larger than anything you've ever seen in your life, a man could suffocate between those mountains of soft flesh.

"We wanted to help her but Drax said that if any of us moved her he would make us regret it." The other women nod and the slender girl in desert silks adds: "It was Maluba's fault anyway. She got us all whipped and we haven't been fed all day because of her." She clearly did not care for the dark skinned woman, but the other two Nubians watched you with keen interest as you examined the woman.

"You haven't been fed today because the troops guarding this tower have been fighting and dying trying to defend it since the morn." The Nubian warriors smile broadly their white teeth flashing brilliantly, you wonder who these women are that are locked in the guard's chambers deep in the walls of the city and why they grin at the news of the battle.

"Tell me how Maluba came to be hit by an envenomed dart here in Athenapolis."

"The darts belonged to our master, Adrastos of Tyrania" Answers one of the warrior women spitting on the ground as she says his name, "He carried a small bow made of metal that shot the darts like angry bees, the venom weakens the body where it hits."

"But he didn't use it" interrupts the woman with the huge breasts "Maluba was able to palm one of the darts when we were taken by these mercenaries, she tried to stick Drax in the throat with it and nearly succeeded."

"I wish I had." Grunted Maluba, pulling herself up into a half sitting position as she speaks for the first time. "I wanted that pig dead even more than Adrastos who bought me and took me from my family." Adrastos must be the man in the cell beyond the hallway, Drax one of the mercenaries that lies dead up in the tower, no doubt the troop enjoyed having these slaves locked in their rooms for them to enjoy on their down time. Your cock twitches as you imagine having this many beautiful slaves locked in your barracks, you can see why this mercenary troop fought so hard.

"But Drax caught my hand just as the tip grazed his throat. He pried the dart from my hand and used it on me instead." Your eyes once again survey the angry redness that surrounds the deep puncture wound high on the inside of her long smooth thigh. The effort of sitting up and speaking cost Maluba dearly, her body slumps back to the floor and her breathing is rapid and shallow. Just in the few minutes you have seen her, her condition is deteriating rapidly.

"What can we do?" You ask hoping that something can be done to save this prize. All the slaves are attractive in their own way, but this Amazon was incredible; tall with well toned muscles, magnificent breasts and an ass that was round and high. Her dark brown skin and braided hair only added to her appeal, she was the prize of the bunch. Whoever this Drax is, he must be a little stupid as well as a sadist to damage a **** like her.

"Adrastos has medicine for the venom with his little bow, Drax had it but refused to give it to me. He took me again for his pleasure even as the venom was spreading through my legs. Forcing himself into me as my legs lost their ability to move, then dragged me out here for the rest of the women to see."

"Which is his room?" You ask with a renewed hope "Show me" you direct the slender teen in the skin tight leathers. Obediently she leads you to one of the doors leading from the main chamber. As she walks in front of you, you admire the way her suit clings to her body like a second skin, hugging her ass and hips like a layer of paint. Aware of your scrutiny, the girl's hips sway a little more seductively as she moves and you feel the heat building in your loins.

"What's your name pretty-one?" You ask as you examine the lock on the door.

"Aleejah," she answers easily, and when she sees the look on your face she adds "it's Bengali." You don't bother to tell her that you've never even heard of Bengali wherever or whatever that is.

"Do you like my dragonskin?" She asks with a sad smile. "It’s this outfit that got me sold as a **** in the first place." As you try different keys in the locked door she continues "My father was a great mage who created this armor for himself, but he lacked the balls to try it on, so instead he made me try it on first. To make a long story short, this second skin of mine preferred my soft body to that of my father and could not be coaxed from my body. Watch..." She adds laying her hand on her belly. A gap in the dark smooth armor appears exposing her white skin underneath as she draws her fingers across her flat stomach. But as soon as her fingers are lifted, the thin leather layer slowly closes the gap until it looks as seamless as it had before.

"My father sold me because he couldn't stand seeing his own daughter wearing his creation." She stands calmly by your side inviting you to touch her for yourself. Placing your hand on her belly you can feel the tiny scales of the armor like the skin of a snake, but the layer is so thin that your fingers can also feel the firm muscles of her abdomen under the outfit.

As you examine her strange outfit you hear Sarge leading the rest of your now slightly **** cohorts into the common room. The cheers of the men are even louder than when you showed them the food and ale in the tower room above. Returning your attention to the lock you feel the key turn in the keyhole and hear the sound of the bolt being drawn back from the door.