The Akkadian leaves Trimon's hold.

After the ordeal he had suffered the previous evening the Akkadian was grateful for the opportunity to clean his new body and soak his aching body in warm soothing water. Wallowing in the enormous sunken bath he sighed gratefully as the perfumed hot water soothed his various aches and pains.

Whilst the **** Kintaya fetched more heated water, the assassin took the time to inspect the injuries his soft womanly body had suffered. Faint bruises showed on his slim wrists from where Trimon had seized and held him. His ample female buttocks were still reddened and tender to the touch from the spanking he had received. Worst of all was the puffy bruised state of his vaginal lips. Trimon's big cock and fierce fucking had left his hated cunt tender and sore.

"I have taken the liberty of adding soothing herbs to the water Mistress." Kintaya informed the Akkadian as she returned with a large steaming pitcher.

"Thank you Kintaya." The Akkadian replied with genuine gratitude. "But please do not call me Mistress. I find the term inappropriate. I am certainly no mistress."

"As you wish....Minaja?" Kintaya responded, pouring the fresh water into the Akkadian's bath carefully. "You should find this soothing. I know myself how my Master's huge manhood can leave a woman battered and aching."

Whatever herbs were in the water, their effect was quick to do it's work. The sting felt by his cunt and buttocks subsided rapidly to a faint dull ache. The assassin soaked happily in the bath letting his pains melt away. As time passed the water gradually cooled.

"Shall I refresh your bath, Minaja?" Kintaya asked.

The Akkadian rose and climbed up from the great bath. Dressing took only a moment, as it consisted solely of the belted loincloth he had taken from the whore the night before.

"Thank you Kintaya for your kindness." The Akkadian said to the dark skinned ****.

The Akkadian took the girl's hands in his own, surprised at himself for the genuine feelings of kinship he felt towards a mere female slavegirl. On impulse he leant in and kissed the girl upon the lips. Kintaya smiled warmly at his gesture and for a moment the notion of tarrying and perhaps taking this tender moment further stirred within the Akkadian. However the knowledge that by now the time was now past midday came back to send such foolish notions away.

Indicating that he was ready to depart the Akkadian followed the **** as she led the way through Trimon's hold to the gated entrance. Enduring the now familiar leers of the guards stationed at the gate the Akkadian bid Kintaya farewell and stepped through the reinforced gates and onto the street outside. The massive gates closed with a crash behind him and the assassin looked up and down the street and pondered his next move.