The Akkadian learns a little.

There followed a brief moment of silence as the heavy iron doors swung shut and were locked, then the Akkadian was disconserted to find himself surrounded by the naked beauties of the harem. His first instinct as the harem slaves surged towards him was to brace to defend himself from attack, but as they crowded around him their smiles and excited chatter dispelled this notion.

"Are you really a guild whore? What news from the outside? Has Trimon fucked you yet? Do you really prefer cunt to cock? Have you sorcery like Visha says?" A dozen or more questions were hurled at the assassin from all sides leaving him confused as which to answer first, if any.

Looking around him at the bevy of nubile pleasure slaves was a feast for the Akkadian's eyes. Everywhere his eyes turned were bared breasts, from small perky handfuls to ripe watermelon sized orbs that bounced and swung with the girls excited motions. Already aroused from his licking of Rezma's slit and the memories of his past encounter with the Stygian bitch Visha the transformed warrior felt the now familiar heat in his moistened sex rise rapidly.

"Yes I am of the guild." The Akkadian lied. "And yes Trimon fucked me just before the Shemite led me here. I know nothing of sorcery, perhaps Visha sensed some magical ingredient in the henna markings from the guild."

Visha and her ebony companion were the only girls who had not joined the crowd around the Akkadian, though a glance in their direction confirmed her narrowed dark brown eyes were inspecting him intensely. Visha sat on her Nubian companion's lap, her brown thighs parted wide. The Amazon's arms were around the Stygian's ripe body and three fingers were buried knuckle deep in Visha's hairless cunt. The Akkadian had heard dark tales of the Amazon warriors. It was said took male slaves to mate with then gelded and discarded them once they grew bored with them, but joined with one or several more other Amazons in marriage. If Visha had bonded herself to this Amazon the Akkadian suspected the dark warrior woman would be fiercely loyal to the Stygian witch.

"Never let Rezma hear you call her anything other than Mistress." The warning came from an albino with blue Pictish tattoos, filed sharpened teeth and snow white hair braided in cornrows. "I made that mistake a sevenday ago and can only just sit without crying. She might be forbidden from doing us permanent harm, but across her knee her palm will leave your bottom red and aflame for days."

The Akkadian needed all his will to prevent himself from laughing lustily as he looked at the pale beauty and imagined her rump upwards and squealing as her pert asscheeks were spanked. It had been his favourite form of punishment for willfull sluts and the Pict's pale rump would glow prettily from a sound spanking he had no doubt. He **** a sympathetic expression to hide his true feelings.

"That is the truth, Maeve's bottom glowed like burning coals once Mistress was done." A green eyed, tawny haired Hyborian lass with large ripe breasts and coral red nipples and labia attested. "And Tzu-Tzi defied her once and Mistress hogtied her and smeared mustard between her cuntlips and up her rear passage. She was squealing, crying and rolling on the floor for more than an ahn."

From the name the Akkadian judged Tzu-Tzi to be the Khitai wench to his right. Her glossy black hair reached to the generous curves of her prominant and firm ass cheeks. Her small breasts had thick dark nipples pierced by bronze rings and matching rings were in her nose and ears. Glancing down he saw another shiny ring pierced the eastern ****'s clitoris, an attractive contrast to her shaven dark lipped labia. He would have enjoyed watching the diminutive wench writhing and wailing from the sting of the mustard on her most sensitive flesh.

"Oh you poor girl." The Akkadian lamented with well feigned compassion. He turned and embraced the Khitai girl in what he judged to be a sisterly fashion, his large pert breasts squashing against her small firm jugs. Tzu-Tzi was the only girl shorter than the Akkadian except for Visha. Though he only stood a handbreadth taller now they would have barely reached his chest in his true form.

"How pathetic!" Visha's voice cut into the chatter and the girls fell silent. "Oh how dreadful, my bottom hurt or my cunt was stinging. You are like spoilt children crying. Rezma whipped my behind and tits with a leather belt and I begged her to hit harder. I came three times while she thrashed me and so hard I squirted cunt juice. Her arm grew tired and I still wanted more when she grew weary and stopped."