But first, they have to be stripped and searched.

Both the Akkadian and Naerwyn try to enter at the same time, each assuming they are they leader. As their hips collide their progress is further halted by the "intellectual" guard's out stretched muscular arm.

"Clothing off." He orders with great pleasure.

The assassin and the thief look surprised at this new order.

"I said remove your clothing! And I mean everything, whores. The warlord has commanded that you can only enter his chamber if you are stripped completely bare and every crack of your body thoroughly searched." The last line brings a gleeful sadistic look to the guard's face as he relishes the thoughts of his new orders.

The Akkadian is none too pleased by being molested by another man, but his main concern is Naerwyn. Though impressed by her abilities so far, she is still an unknown element and clearly very prideful. Will she be angry and arrogant enough to think she could fight her way out of this? Almost as a half prayer the assassin whispers, "Be smart girl."

The Akkadian begins to remove his jewelry as he surveys the situation. No one has yet entered Trimon's chamber which is darker than the hallway. The bedchamber is lit by a few huge candles set in finely wrought candlesticks. The assassin can only make out a massive canopied bed in the center of the room from his quick glance. He doesn't get a glimpse of Trimon who is no doubt watching from the shadows through the open door. Besides enjoying the show he can evaluate the two whores, especially the one he didn't summon. The warlord is no fool, this is going to be harder then they realized, thinks the Akkadian.

Looking at Naerwyn, the assassin is pleased that the thief is also stripping. She has already removed all her jewelry and slippers and is undoing the back clasp of her top. With an angered **** smile she drops the garment to the ground exposing her bare breasts. They are large and firm, her nipples still hard from the previous performance. Clearly the thief is not pleased by being **** to strip before these guards. The sight of her topless buxom figure, and the displeasure it brings her, not only amuse and arouse the guards, but the Akkadian too.

Both whores now begin to remove their last piece of clothing, peeling off their loincloths. Of course the assassin's cunt is bare and painted. Naerwyn's snatch, however, is neatly trimmed and the same color as her beautiful dark auburn hair. The assassin is a bit concerned as he inspects his companion as he bends over to remove this loincloth. Besides her pubic hair, her vagina looks quite small and tight, hardly the cunt of a prostitute.

The assassin takes his loincloth and places it on the ground and decides to leave the invisible dagger behind too. He places it just inside the bed chamber on the other side of the door. He hopes his moderately out stretched hand won't be noticed. Fortunately, the guards are focused on other things.

"And these cloth bracelets, whore, off with them." The sharper witted guard points to Naerwyn's red cords wrapped around her forearms, the ones she used to dispatch the other guard earlier.

"Oh sorry." She sheepishly answers with a skilled actor's voice, sounding like a novice prostitute. The Akkadian is pleased that she has gotten over the initial shock of having to strip. As she unwinds the cords the assassin realizes they are not just a garrote, but a weighed whip like weapon, strong enough even to catch a sword's blade. Such exotic armaments are found only in the Far East, in the lands of Khitai and Kambuja, and take a great deal of skill to use, let alone master. The more the Akkadian learns about this mysterious thief, the more he is determined to bed her.

Standing naked the two pretend prostitutes now wait for the most unpleasant task. "Alright whores." The smarter guard joyfully states. "Time to be searched. Let's start with the novice." Looking at Naerwyn he orders, "Hands above your head."

Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth Naerwyn complies. The guard runs his fingers through her hair and then commands her to open her mouth as he inspects the inside. With her head finished he begins to drag his hands all over her naked arms and torso. Of course nothing could be hid in such parts, but nevertheless he pays special attention on examining her breasts. Naerwyn grins and bares it, but the worse is still to come.

When finished feeling her tits he lowers his hand to her cunt and orders her to spread her legs. The Akkadian can see the rage in her crystal blue eyes, no doubt she wants to strangle the guard with her bare hands, but she complies. She gasps loudly in discomfort but keeps her stance as the guard inserts two fingers into her vagina.

"You are a novice." The guard laughs. "That is one tight pussy. Alright whore only more hole to inspect. Turn around and bend over."

Naerwyn's eyes go wide, but she has **** and turns around, putting her hands on her knees and assumes the position. She cannot help but give out a muffled yell as the guard spears her ass with one of his fingers.

The guard straightens up, continuing to chuckle. "That hole was even tighter than the one up front. What are you still a virgin back there? Lord Trimon is going to enjoy taking you, but I doubt you will be able to walk for a week."

Both guards burst into laughter as the Akkadian does too. Though he will claim it was part of the the act, in truth he is greatly enjoying his companion's predicament. Naerwyn looks at the assassin with an icy stare. She has clearly marked both these guards for a slow and painful **** and might be considering adding Minaja to the list too.

"Now it's your turn, sister." She sneers.

"Can I have my turn?" The slower witted guard asks.

"Sure, enjoy yourself." The other guard says in a jovial nature and takes his station behind the two whores, just in case.

The dim witted one approaches the Akkadian, ignoring his hair and mouth the guard simply grabs his tits and starts to maul them. The assassin tries to stoically take it as the brute mashes away on his breasts, pulling and pinching them like a child playing with clay. Though accustomed to the painful sting of combat the assassin grinds his teeth, never realizing how sensitive a woman's breasts really are.

When finished with his tits the guard with glazed, almost entranced eyes, drops his hands and jams his fingers into the Akkadian's cunt. "Look I can get my whole fist into this one." He slobbers, like a virgin teenager.

"There is no question the famed Minaja has had her body prepared for her job by many long years of hard labour." The other guard jokes. "But get on with it, the master is waiting for these two."

With that the guard inspecting the Akkadian spins him a round and rams his fingers into his anus. Again the assassin takes this shameful probing in silence, gaining a small, but still humiliating, victory over Naerwyn.

"They are ready my lord." The smart one announces signaling the whores ordeal is over. "In you go, time to please the master."