He is offered a bath.

The Akkadian gradually roused himself from sleep to the sound of an insistant tapping. Lying face down on the huge canopied bed, as he returned to wakefulness he at first thought that he was recalling a bizarre dream as memories of his ravishment by Trimon rose in his thoughts. The reality of the soft satin sheets wrapped around his body naked and the unfamiliar feeling of large breasts pillowed beneath his chest soon dispelled any illusion he harboured as to the truth of his situation.

With a start he rolled at sat upright, feeling the weight of the breasts as they swung wildly with his motion. He looked around the room in panic, but of the warlord there was no sign. The tapping came once more and he turned and looked to the bedchamber's door as he realised it's source.

He made to get up and winced as his bruised bottom and tender, well used cunt both stung. He held his head in his hands and let out a deep loud moan as he realised that not only had he been humiliatingly fucked and spanked by another man, but he had failed in his mission to **** the warlord. The sorceress would not be pleased and her magic was his best path to being restored to his own body.

The door opened as whoever was knocking heard the loud moans the Akkadian was making and took them as a sign that Minaja the whore was at last awake. A guard entered the room accompanied by a slender dark skinned girl and he smirked at the dishevelled and distressed looking assassin.

"So you wake at last little slut." The guard commented rhetorically. "I've been knocking on the hour since day broke."

"Since day broke, what time of day is it now?" The Akkadian demanded, holding the silky sheet tightly to his naked body to hide it from the guards lusty stares.

"An hour before midday." The guard informed him. "You've slept the whole night and most of the morning. Trimon's cock must have fucked you senseless."

The Akkadian scowled at the truth the man's words held. Even after his long slumber he felt worn out and he could feel dry crusting male seed on his back, buttocks and inner thighs. He felt dirty and shamed and was dreading having to meet with the witch in his present state and be **** to report his failure.

"Kintaya here will take you to the baths." The guard laughed. "You look like you need them. I can smell Trimon's stale seed on you from here."

The Akkadian's face grew crimson and hot with shame at these words. But the thought of a bath and having a clean body, even if it was this slutty form, made him feel pathetically grateful.

"A bath will be splendid thank you." The Akkadian acknowledged.

The Akkadian waited several long seconds, but the guard made no move to leave the room and was obviously determined to wait there by the door until the Akkadian rose and departed. With a heavy sigh the assassin unwrapped the sheet from around his feminine form and pushed himself off the bed and to his dainty feet. He resigned himself to the leering inspection of the guard as he recovered the meagre loincloth from the floor where it had been discarded the night before. He clutched the tiny garment in his hand without putting it on, more eager to be on his way than to benefit from the nonexistant modesty it afforded.

"Very well, lead me to the bath." The Akkadian said to the black serveant girl, Kintaya.