The Akkadian makes new friends.

"If that is true then I suppose being a crazed painslut works well for you Visha." The green eyed Hyborian retorted sarcastically. "For those of us not driven into insanity by the perverted rituals you are fond of relating from your past the experience of sexual **** is not something we will ever enjoy."

The Akkadian noted the naked women subtly shifting position as Visha was rebuked. The Hyborian, Maeve the Pict and a **** with long dark hair, athletic body and tanned skin moved to place themselves between the Stygian and the Amazon and the gaggle of smaller and less muscular harem girls. Clearly these three were sending the message that to get to any of the others Visha and her lover would need to get through them first. The assassin took a pace forward to line up with the three larger girls, eliciting surprised looks from all in the room.

"Bah! What do I care for the insults of slaves?" Visha dismissed the show of solidarity. "You think you three and that rented cunt beside you would be able to stop Zula and I if we wished to go through you? I was merely making conversation, if you wish to impress the new slut in the hope of having a guild trained tongue lick your slits then I will hold my own tongue for now."

The tension that had been rising quickly dissapated and Visha and Zula turned their attention back to each other. Clearly the insane Stygian had not made friends besides one in the harem. The Akkadian on the other hand was keen to make allies, especially of the three that had shown a willingness to confront danger. If he was to escape this seraglio he would no doubt need assistance and learning what skills his fellow slaves might suggest a plan.

"So were you all whores bought by Trimon as I was?" He asked as the mood relaxed. "Some of you at least do not have the look of prostitutes to you."

"Some of us were indeed." Tzu-Tzi answered to no great surprise given her piercings. "Others were taken as prizes by Trimon's band. Zula and Maeve were bandits and captured as they raided Al Areth's caravans. Talith and Beki of the Cimmerians were in warbands and taken in Trimon's own raiding. Most of those he captures are sold on the slaveblock in Al Areth, but the comeliest or most exotic he keeps."

"I see." The Akkadian replied to the three toned women and gave them a sympathetic smile and reached out to stroke each of their shoulders in turn. "In that case this imprisonment as playthings for Trimon must be much harder on you. I can only imagine the frustration you must feel being warriors reduced to slavery, only valued for your bodies."

His honeyed words and tender touch gave the assassin a brief pang of guilt at his deceit and manipulation. However the women did not seem to suspect he lied and smiled fondly at him. Talith embraced him and Maeve stroked his cheek softly.

"You are a kind soul Minaja, I suppose it is harder for us than for yourself." Talith agreed. "No offence, but you are well used to spreading your legs upon command to any with coin. We are used to only being fucked by those we wished to fuck us."

The Akkadian nodded, the fact that he had never been fucked at all not lost on him. He feigned a bright smile and looked about the richly furnished room. The hour grows late and I confess I am weary from the use Trimon made of me." He stated. "Where should I sleep for the night?"

"There are pillows and furs in the alcoves to bed down upon." The Cimmerian, Beki answered. "Though as you see there are half the sleeping places that there are slaves. If truth be told that is not an issue, most of us seek comfort in one another's arms at night. I would welcome your company and suspect I'm not alone in that wish."

There was a murmer of agreement and hopeful anticipation from the slaves. The Akkadian though eager to please these women rued that he must do so in this body, a night before and he would have roughly fucked each in turn until too exhausted to continue given the opportunity.