Three slaves in a row.

The chained coffle of **** girls were led by Rezna of Shem to the ground floor of the holdfast and to the rear of the building. The Akkadian had not seen this area when he was led to Trimon the day before, but looking about himself it seemed that this was the barracks for Trimon's mercenaries. He saw some rooms with open doors lined with sleeping cots, the room to which the mistress led them however had long trestle tables and benches. Several men lounged around in this room, a couple playing some game of dice.

"Well met Rezma." A man called out. "Slumming it with a visit to your old comrades this morning."

"Rezma! You crafty slut, I can see why life on the top floor appealed." Another called out. "Here to flaunt the **** cunt you are drowning in?"

"On the contrary my comrades." Rezma called back. "Trimon has chosen to reward you all. Three of these fine sluts are to serve in the wall this day."

The men, whom the Akkadian surmised were off duty in their rest area greeted the news with eager pleasure and made their way over to Rezma and her coffled line of girls. The Akkadian saw the hunger in their eyes as he like the rest of the slaves were leered at openly. Rezma halted the file of naked slaves by the rear wall of the room. Here the assassin could see three padded benches at waist height fixed to the wooden wall. Above each bench planks slotted into grooves in the wall had three holes cut into them, a central larger hole flanked by a pair of smaller holes.

"If you assist me the sluts will be ready for use before your break ends." Rezma told the half dozen mercenaries. "Open the stocks while I unchain the chosen sluts."

The men, laughing and in excited good spirits hurried to obey. The planks, the Akkadian now saw were split in two and as the upper half was slid upwards he saw their purpose. They were much like stocks he had seen in marketplaces for securing miscreants and when slid down in place would hold a person trapped by neck and wrists. Rezma unhooked Zula from the coffle and led her forward to the middle bench with a grip upon her collar.

"Over the bench Zula, belly down." Rezma commanded, her hand falling to the coiled whip on her belt in unspoken threat if she was disobeyed.

The tall Amazon glowered, but her wrists still bound and surrounded by several guards and Rezma she obeyed with obvious reticence. Leaning forward over the leather padded bench the dark warrioress placed her neck in the opened larger circular hole. A pair of the guards untied her hands and guided her wrists to the smaller holes. The upper half of the plank was then pushed down and fixed in place with wooden pegs. Zula's tight black buttocks flexed and her arms moved as the Amazon tested her new bonds, but she was securely trapped in place.

"Secure her ankles one of you." Rezma ordered as she unhooked the next slaves in line from the coffle. "Maeve on your back, the bench to the right. Talith on your back also, to the left."

The pair of captured warrior women resignedly complied with Rezma's orders, each taking position so their necks and wrists could be trapped in place. Zula's ankles had meanwhile been bound by thongs to the legs of the bench preventing her from closing her legs. Maeve and Talith once lying on their benches had their legs secured by tying leather thongs around their ankles, which were then pulled clear of the floor and legs bent before binding ankle to thigh. All three trapped slaves shifted and wriggled uncomfortably in their bindings, their movements revealing helplessly exposed cunts and tight rear holes.

"If you had thought to wonder Minaja the other side of the wall is the guards shower room." Tzu-Tzi had leant forward and whispered to the Akkadian. "A treat for the guards as they wash, three mouths in a row to clean their cocks."