Time to masturbate.

Trimon grins as he explains, "The whores of your guild are famed for becoming so excited at your craft that you will easily ejaculate. I know little Minaja has this skill, but let's see if you have learned this most admirable trait too novice."

"Oh damn no." Naerwyn mutters under her breath.

"So you two . . ." Trimon chuckles as he leans forward on the edge of the bed to get the best view, "Here is the game. You are to stand where you are and pleasure yourself until you cum and will continue to do so until one of you ejaculates. The one who first has clear evidence of so pleasuring herself wins the game and the gold coin."

The Warlord's voice then grows serious. "As for the loser she can finish the job by riding my cock as the winner takes the razor strap to her ass."

The thief and the assassin eyes go wide as the look at each other in disbelief. The Akkadian gives a futile look around to see if there might be another option to immediately distract their tormentor; there is none. For her part Naerwyn hangs her head, galled that she will have to so humiliate herself before the Warlord.

A loud clap by the Warlord draws the naked women's attention to himself.

"Get on with it whores!" He commands.

With a sigh the auburn thief cups her breast with her left hand as her right hand's fingers slide across her lower abdomen towards her bare cunt. The transformed assassin concludes he has no other choice either and must play along too. Muttering to himself he joins in with his fellow conspirator and begins to masturbate, resolved not to be the one who will take the Warlord's weapon let alone to taste the harsh caress of the strap.