How did this happen?

"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 slender girl in the dark leather explains and the other women nod and the buxom one adds:

"It was her fault anyway. She got us all whipped and we haven't been fed all day because of her." She moves back to the doors on the far side of the room and adds "Leave the crazy bitch. We have to get going." The golden skinned girls have managed to unlock the other of the large double doors and you can see several of the women start to edge towards their freedom.

"Wait." All eyes turn back to you and the room falls silent. Completely silent you note as you realize the pounding on the door has not resumed. "You haven't been fed today because the troop guarding this tower has 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. "The streets above are flooded with the armies of Heliopolis, men who have not had a woman to fuck for almost a month now, and those soldiers will treat beauties like you poorly when they catch you." The women have become uncertain and you see the double doors are being closed and re-locked.

"We're safe enough for now, someone tell me how this 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." Grunts the poisoned Nubian weakly, 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." Slowly you are beginning to understand. These women are slaves, 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 I was too slow, 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 deteriorating 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 in his room 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 and hands you the keys. 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.

"Do you like my armor?" 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 dragon-skin for himself, but he lacked the balls to try it on, so instead he made me test it 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." 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.

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.