The Akkadian is paraded through Al Areth.

The Akkadian viewed the three squirming harem girls with very mixed and confused emotions. His first reaction was from his upbringing and the many times he had casually fucked slaves himself. Maeve, Talith and Zula were more athletic than most **** girls, but he had no aversion to fit toned females and found them extremely fuckable. The helpless manner in which they were immobilised was appealing, legs splayed and shaven cunts displayed ready for use. Given opportunity he would normally have used them happily without concern of their distress. He noted that the slaves were not even able see a guard approaching to make use of them, a cock could be thrust inside their cunts or rectums without warning at any moment.

His situation was changed though, rather than being free to make use of slaves here he was likely in the future to find himself trapped and wriggling helplessly in their position. On the other side of the wall the girls would be able to see, hear or converse with one another. Each would know when another was being fucked and know that they might be next chosen. The assassin shivered imagining himself bound and displayed as they were, listening to the moans of a **** to his side and anticipating his own violation. It was one thing for a **** girl to be fucked without a care to her opinion on the matter, but he was an Akkadian warrior. His people prided themselves on preferring **** to capture and enslavement. Yet here he was, chained in a coffle with other **** girls all equally weak and powerless.

"Come sluts, Trimon's brand will soon be upon you." Rezma said with jovial spirit as she attached the leash to the Akkadian's collar now that he front of the coffle.

Rezma's reminder of the next indignity caused him to look once more to the slaves in the wall. Now he specifically looked he saw each was branded high on the inner thigh, a silvery blue sigil of crossed daggers that must be Trimon's mark. He almost felt relief at the placement. Common work slaves frequently were branded upon the forehead, cheek or neck. Sluts and pleasure slaves more routinely bore the brand on breast, thigh or just above the cunt. The awful thought occurred to the Akkadian that even should he escape and be transformed back to his true form, as he fully intended, the brand would likely still remain.

At a tug of Rezma's leash the coffle resumed their journey. Back through the hold they were led and out the main doors onto the streets of Al Areth. Still early in the morning the sandy streets were only now beginning to fill as shops and businesses were opening and goods delivered. The passage of the coffle from the quiet residential quarter to the busier merchant district began to attract attention. Merchants, tradesmen and carters all paused to stare with lusty interest at the three collared beauties in chains. The Akkadian blushed with the indignity as he heard catcalls and loud appraisal of his bared breasts and plump rounded buttocks. Crude suggestions by those they passed were graphically detailed in how they would use the slaves.

"Hah, as if these weak rabble would have opportunity to fuck high class cunts." Rezma scoffed, clearly enjoying her position as mistress over the beautiful harem slaves. "I doubt any of them have ever had the coin for even an ahn with sluts as fair as you three."

Rezma's evaluation of his worth was far from comforting. Though the Tyrant's city watch maintained a degree of order, many of the denizens of Al Areth were gutter trash from across Hyboria who only respected the law from fear of reprisal. As the guild whore Minaja he had felt a certain immunity, **** of a guild whore was punished by emasculation. **** a **** was at worst a fine payable to their owner for misuse of his or her property. With only Rezma to protect them a bold group of street thugs might consider such a fine a price worth paying to seize and make use of three ripe sluts. It was almost with relief with the growing numbers on the streets that the Akkadian saw they had entered the central district, home to the guild halls.