No, the Sorceress' pleasure slaves are waiting.

The Sorceress' room is richly and ostentatiously decorated, with a massive golden bed of royal red satins sheets and mirrors above it on the ceiling. A large in ground bathing pool also dominates the room. What catches the Akkadian's eye, however, are two gorgeous female slaves standing in between the bed and pool wearing but thin gossamer dresses and the iron collars of a ****.

“Mistress.” They both bow and immediately drop their dresses to the ground, stripping themselves naked before the Akkadian for his inspection.

The slaves are identical twins; Tall blondes with almost impossible voluptuous figures of long shapely legs, full hips, tight rounded asses, flat toned stomachs, massive tits and seductive facial features. The Akkadian has seen and bedded many a beautiful woman, but none with such thin waists and huge breasts as these two sisters. They're only visual differences is the placement of their **** brand and that one has faint flog marks across her ass and back, signaling that she is probably the more rebellious of the two. The whipped **** has been branded on her left tit, the other on her right. The brands are the smaller “S” mark of the Sorceress' more attractive slaves. Cruelly, the mark has been placed over the top of one breast so that the lower part of the “S” encircles an areola making the nipple look like the end of the snake's tail.

As the Assassin's gaze roams freely across the their gorgeous naked bodies he notices their large erect nipples have been wrapped in thin red wire that gives a very faint glow. “The sadistic bitch.” He smiles to himself as he recognizes the magical nature of the wire. It is a very rare and exceeding expensive enchantment that when wrapped around an organ, usually a woman's breasts or a man's cock, causes that body part to swell and grow in size and increases one's sexual desires. If left on, the size enhancement could be become permanent, but so will the lustful desires, which might even drive its wearer to madness. The Akkadian has heard stories of some weak willed fools who became so addicted they spent all their waking hours masturbating. The Sorceress once offered to use the wire on the Assassin's cock during one of their trysts. Of course he refused, not needing any artificial enhancement for his naturally substantial manhood, which now has been sadly removed, especially considering that he stands before two beauties who are most likely raving nymphomaniacs.

“Mistress, shall we bath you?” The sister with the brand over her left tit and the whip marks, asks while she eyes the Akkadian with a growing lustful glare. “Or,” she bits her lip in a most suggestive way. “Has it been so long since you satiated your needs that we should go straight to your bed?”

“Sinistra!” The other **** with the mark over her right breast scolds her sister. “Can't you see the Mistress is tired from a long journey.”

“Quiet Dextera.” The left branded **** with the whip marks chides her sister without losing eye contact on the Akkadian. “I know the Mistress's needs better than you.”

“You only care about satisfying yourself.” The one called Dextera with the right mark grumbles to herself.

“You're just jealous.” Grins the other sister called Sinistra with the whip marks and the left brand.

“Mistress.” Dextera bows, “You should know only one of us kept your orders not to pleasure themselves until your return."

“You bitch!” Sinistra complains.

“Sinistra, did even make it three hours before she was fiddling with herself.” Dextera gives her sister a condescending look. “She has been playing with herself multiple times a day, I even caught her fucking the foot-board post on your bed."

“Mistress, I am sorry.” Sinistra pleads. “It's just so hard when you are gone.”

“Should I get your whips and your studded strap-on, Mistress?” Dextera smiles.

“No, not that!” Sinistra groans as she crosses her arms over her torso, half to cover it and half to begin to fondle herself at the thought of her sister's suggestion.

“Or.” Suddenly Sinistra straightens up and looks at the Akkadian with an intense glare. “Does the Mistress wish her special treatment?” The whipped marked **** licks her lips. “Tell me, 'my lady',” she asks in a challenging tone, “did you fail in your mission?”

Both sisters look at the Akkadian for his answer.