In the harbour in Vendhya.

The Sea Witch dropped anchor in the harbour of Ayodhya, capital of the nation of Vendhya sometime after noon. The roofs of the opulent city were a sea of gleaming golden domes and lofty alabaster towers. Since there was no cargo to unload and only modest quantities of water and provisions to bring aboard to replace the stores consumed, it had been deemed unnecessary to bring the vessal to dock. A ship's boat would be used to ferry the men going ashore and to bring back supplies. This caution the Akkadian heartily approved of. Though the kidnap of young nubile women was an ingrained part of the Vendhyan culture, such enterprises were commonly accomplished by stealth and a direct **** upon a neutral vessal in the harbour would directly fault the maritime laws. Vendhyan marines and naval vessals would be reluctantly **** to intercede if the trust of traders was threatened.

Captain Akhbar and the small party of his most trusted men had assembled in preparation of their mission to the marketplaces of Ayodhya. The Sorceress had briefed each to the nature and description of the herb she sought and the various names by which it was known. The assassin watched the small party board the rowboat and scull toward the nearby dock. This inactivity whilst others must be trusted to seek out the magical ingredient made him chafe and once more he cursed the womanly form he had been consigned inside. Even Barbra Rosa reluctantly remained onboard by the strict orders of Captain Akhbar. The darkly handsome buccaneer had argued that the redheaded pirate wench's presence in the landing party would surely have prompted an attack and though his Barbra and his men could undoubtedly have thwarted these, it would have hindered their mission.

"Erlik take these cursed Vendhyan and their ridiculous customs." The beautiful flame haired corsair cursed, invoking the god of ****'s name. "When I command I shall give this retarded nation a wide berth and happily send any of it's shipping I encounter to the depths."

"When you command?" The Akkadian questioned, hoping Barbra might reveal some snippet of her plans. His opinion of women was slowly changing with circumstance, but still he held to the male belief that females were inherently incapable of stilling their tongues and keeping secrets.

"Of course. Since I have not aged a day in decades then the Sea Witch will surely be mine once more when Akhbar grows too old and infirm to command." Barbra answered glibly with an innocent smile.

The Akkadian made no reply barring a grunt. He was fully willing to wager a chest of gold against a bag of camel dung that Barbra Rosa's challange for the Sea Witch would be measured in days rather than years. Though all smiles and submissiveness when Akhbar's eyes were upon her the assassin had seen how her eyes darkened with suppressed anger whenever his back was turned. The Akkadian cared not a jot whether Akhbar lived or was cut down by Barbra Rosa's twin scimitars, only whether the piratess would be content with one **** or seek vengeance on the Sorceress and those that served her.

"Enough of such matters." Barbra declared. "Since both you and I must bide our time whilst the gallant menfolk no doubt trawl the taverns and brothels of Ayodhya, will you spar with me?"

"Spar?" The Akkadian said surprised. Since his transformation he had barely held a sword, the weight and length proving more than he could wield with any semblance of his former skill. His armament now consisted of a long dagger, a weapon he was well versed with, but scarcely of use against a prepared and armoured opponent possessing any skill at arms.

Barbra drew one of her slender scimitars and flipped it neatly in her hand before offering the hilt to the Akkadian. The assassin took the offered weapon, noting that the grip as well as the blade was tailored to a woman's smaller hand. He hefted the blade and to his surprise found it even lighter than he had supposed. Turning to the side he made a few experimental swings with the blade and found it perfectly balanced and manageable even with his greatly reduced strength.

"I had these specially forged for my hand." Barbra Rosa explained as she drew the scimitar's twin and studied the blade. "Made from a fallen star the steel is the purest available, much lighter but as strong still as the hefty broadswords of which you were no doubt accustomed."

"I favoured shortswords myself." The Akkadian replied absently as he continued to experiment with thrusts and parries. "But this blade is considerably lighter than my former weapons and yet a couple of handspans longer. I doubt it would thrust through armour as I am used to, but the longer reach would make it more able to strike at **** points on even a heavily armoured warrior."

"Just so." The sultry pirate agreed with a grin. "You might not be able to cleave a head in two or run through a hauberk, but a slashed throat, a disembowelled gut or a swordtip thrust between chinks in the strongest armour will kill just as surely. Your practice should concentrate on becoming accustomed to difference in the balance of your body, you must learn to move like a dancer and rely upon your agility."

"Let my lessons begin then immediately." The Akkadian cried out happily, skipping back from the piratess and raising his blade.

Barbra Rosa laughed and raised her own blade and the assassin's reeducation began. At first the lovely corsair outmatched the Akkadian completely. Barbra had spent years in her present body and the assassin could not match her balance and poise, his large unfettered breasts swung and unbalanced him and his short stature made him stumble as he made to leap far further than he was able. Barbra toyed with him and his clumsy efforts, slapping his fleshy buttocks with the flat of her blade or stealing a kiss when she froze him with a swordtip poised beneath his delicate chin or between the cleavage of his pendulous breasts. As the afternoon wore on into evening though he learned quickly to anticipate the swing of his breasts and to take shorter but swifter steps on his dainty slippered feet. The duration of each bout steadily lengthened as Barbra took longer and longer to clearly best him.

The final spar of the session, as dusk was falling, took ten long minutes to reach it's conclusion. With the blade of Barbra's scimitar held an inch from the Akkadian's throat, his arms and the scimitar he held fell to his sides in surrender. Both transformed women breathed deeply from the exertion of leaping and fencing to and from across the deck and two pairs of magnificent tits heaved from their heavy breaths. The watching crew grinned, the sweat shined flesh of the two women as they had fenced had been an arousing sight and obscene bulges showed were clearly apparent in their tight sailors pants. Barbra Rosa stepped close and stole a final kiss to the applause of the watching men.

"You learn quickly little Minaja." Barbra laughed. "In a year or two you might even be my equal. But today you are clearly bested, by rights you are my prize."

"I remember no such agreement when our sparring began." The assassin laughed back. "But I will not complain too bitterly if you wish to claim that prize."

"The boat." The cry interrupted the flirting of the two former warriors. "Akhbar returns."