Naerwyn chastises the Akkadian.

Naerwyn extends her hand down to the assassin and helps him rise unsteadily to his feet. The defeat and his first female orgasm has left him disorientated and he does nothing to resist as the thief embraces him and crushes her lips to his own with a fiercely possessive fervour.

"Respect where it is due little whore." Naerwyn says. "You fought valiantly."

"Quickly, tell me where your blade is hidden." The thief whispers in the Akkadian's ear, disguising her actions by making great play of nuzzling his neck.

"By the door, just inside." The assassin whispers back. "The dagger is magical, invisable to the eye."

Though shamed by the beautiful rogue the assassin has accepted that it will be she that wields the dagger. His role in the **** now must be to fully engage the warlord's attention long enough for the knife to be recovered and his life ended. The daunting prospect that fulfilling this lesser role will entail suffering a man's cock to enter his cunt or rear passage, perhaps both is one that he would rather not dwell upon. But before that stage of the mission can commence another ordeal awaits him.

"Brave effort or no, you clearly climaxed and were thus defeated." Trimon points out. "The terms of the wager were clear."

The warlord loosens his loincloth and allows it to fall to the ground. His cock is rigidly erect, clearly the contest had not failed to arouse him greatly. The Akkadian felt a fearful tremble shake his body as he gazed in awe upon Trimon's hard cock. His phallus was as thick and long as the Akkadian's own manhood had been before his transformation. As well used to her trade and evidently having been reamed by Trimon's manhood on many occasions the assassin can scarcely credit that Minaja's petite frame can be impaled by such a monstrous cock.

"Claim your prize novice." The warlord commands Naerwyn. "Once you have warmed Minaja's plump backside she shall feel my cock ravage her rear passage whilst you watch on."

"Fear not pretty redhaired whore. My cock is unfailing, after taking Minaja's ass it will still have vigour enough to plough both of your sweet cunts." Trimon declares.

Naerwyn takes her seat upon the edge of the bed and pats her knees with an expectant and ominous grin at the Akkadian. Steeling himself for the coming ordeal he shuffles slowly forward and bends himself across Naerwyn's lap. The assassin feels Naerwyn's hands on his inner thighs, urging his legs to open and he complies. He is shamefully aware that the plump pouch of his dark painted cunt must be gaping between his legs vulnerably to the thief. That thought is confirmed when he feels three of her fingers push into his sopping cunt and the ball of Naerwyn's thumb presses down on the fleshy covering of his clitoris.

There's a resounding 'SMACK' as Naerwyn's hand descends for the first blow upon his behind. His cunt clutches at the thief's fingers within and a rosy glow suffuses the buttock onto which her palm fell. The blow elicited a squeal of shock and hurt from the assassin, his flesh softer and Naerwyn's palm harder than he had expected. A second smack strikes his other buttock and although he had gritted his teeth and braced himself he yelps again as the sting spreads through his behind.

"What a fuss you make little whore." Naerwyn laughs. "As if you hadn't been spanked by many a man in your time, let alone by a woman."

The Akkadian makes no reply, though he vows that when his body is returned the thief will be repaid. Naerwyn continues the spanking in earnest, alternating her smack between each of the dusky globes of the assassin's bottom. Soon the warm glow is a burning sheet that covers his entire behind and he writhes helplessly on her lap. His movements and the thief's fingers within his cunt and pressing onto his clit combine and as his pain and anguish grow so to does fresh arousal. The akkadian moans continuously now, a mixture of distress and sexual stimulation. Each time Naerwyn's hand falls the moans are punctuated by a squeal of hurt.

When his bottom is fully aflame from her spanking Naerwyn presses harder onto the hood of the assassin's erect little clitoris and rotates the ball of her thumb to skillfully frig the sensitive nubbin. The assassin moans louder, squirming in the thief's lap as he knows that it will be but a moment or two before his auburn tormentor forces him to come a second time. A flurry of blows rain down, neatly timed by the thief to coincide with the Akkadian reaching his climax. He wails loudly as he climaxes in Naerwyn's lap, his buttocks a bright red and wriggling uncontrollably in his orgasmic throes.

"I believe that should suffice my lord Trimon." Naerwyn laughs, rubbing her hand over the sore red flesh. "Minaja should now know her rightful place."

The Akkadian felt stinging tears threaten to spill from his eyes as the pleasurable waves receded to leave only the hot pain of his spanked bottom. He had been shamed doubly by the artful thief, not only spanked by a woman, but **** to come again as he endured the indignity. Worse yet though the spanking had ended he was shortly to be further humiliated and degraded by suffering Trimon's cock in his rear.