Checks out the noise, spots two women

Deciding that the sounds originating from the yard needed to be investigated, Zair turned round and headed that way, moving with a silence that belied his massive, muscular frame as he pressed deeper into the narrow alleyway.

Along the way, he passed by a number of windows, though few of them were glassed, instead being covered with wooden panels. Even when the windows were glassed, he could see no one inside them, and pushed on towards the yard.

Several of the windows on the upper levels of the two houses between which he was pacing were opened, however, no doubt to let the cool evening air soothe the those dwelling there, and it would appear as those inside should be able to hear the female’s cries.

Zair, still not exactly certain of where he had suddenly been transported, could now at least conclude that wherever he indeed had ended up, it was not a place where people were helpful enough to actually do something if they heard screams coming from their backyard.

When he reached the inner mouth of the alleyway, Zair stopped, pushed his back up against the right wall and peeked round the corner.

What he saw was nothing at first, just an empty yard with a well in the centre of it and some crates stacked here and there against the walls of the surrounding houses.
But then, he spotted the two figures standing fifteen feet or so away from his current position, facing each other against one of the walls.

Both of the figures were women, and there was enough light emitting from the sun, despite it descending towards the horizon, for Zair to get a good look at them.
The first woman, who stood with her back touching the wall, had jet black hair that flowed down the back of her head and further down past her neck in a single thick braid, a beautiful face with her large eyes and pout, full lips as its very noticeable highlights. Her body, meanwhile, was discreetly fit, her slender but distinct muscles combining with her generous curves to remind Zair of the court dancers which had performed for his lord.

The black-haired woman was clad in a black thong which stretched itself to cover her vaginal mound and which clashed with the colour of her fleshy pussy lips with inch-thick straps that reached up over her wide hops and down over her buttocks. She was also sporting a thin band of smooth, black cloth which was currently hugging the top of her flat, muscle-ripped stomach, though Zair imagined that it might previously have served as a very miniscule top, as there were currently nothing to hide from his view her plump, juicy breasts that stood proud and high on her chest, or the dark flesh and pointed shape of her small, hard nipples.

Finishing off her outfit, for the woman wore no other clothes apart from the thong and the thin strap of cloth round her stomach, was a pair of platform shoes made out of a transparent material, with the tops being little more than hard white straps in which her feet were thrust, and a pair of softer straps in the same colour which were tied around the smoothly curved lengths of her shanks and calves, serving to show off the firm state and long length of her legs.

The other woman was a blonde, rivalling the other woman in the deepness of her tan, for each of them looked as though they had spent plenty of time out in the sun, wearing little or no clothing, but taller and of greater bulk, her muscles being less discreet, while her stature almost rivalled that of Zair.

Several inches taller than the woman before her, whom she was keeping pinned to the wall with the powerful deployment of her greater weight and width, the woman’s tits were hardly any bigger than the other one’s, and Zair instinctively turned his attention towards the set of full, perfectly hemispherical tits on display in front of him, each pair of luscious boobs rivalling any that he’d ever seen before.

The blonde, whose face was more animalistic but no less pleasing to the eyes than that of the darker woman, was dressed in a wide leather belt that ran around her slim waist, the length of leather being strapped over her rock-hard stomach and the small of her sculpted back. She also wore a snug white thong which rivalled the other woman’s one when it came to which one was the most stretched by trying to cover their mounds, and she wore nothing on her tits, letting the massive orbs stand completely free and proud on her chest, and allowing Zair to spot how the golden studs which were pierced through her nipples gleamed in the fading sunlight. Apart from being taller and bulkier than the woman in front of her, the blonde was also older than her, with Zair guessing her to be about ten years older than the brunette, who looked to be in her early to mid-twenties.

Since he stood behind and somewhat to the side of them, Zair was supplied with an excellent view of the blonde’s ass, and felt his cock throb even more forcefully as he studied it thoroughly, quickly concluding that the two globes that made up its heart-shaped form were quite impressive indeed, and that it looked as though she could crack a nut simply by placing it between her two glutes and then flexing them together.

Holding the other woman’s right arm, the blonde caused her to cry out with pain by yanking it forcefully, while her other hand was clasped around the handle of a saw-toothed knife.

“So, how’s it going to be,” The blonde spat out, “Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the small window which was located on the second floor exactly above the two women.

The figure, a topless redhead with a pair of large, ripe breasts, didn’t even bother looking down before closing the two panes shut, proving Zair right in supposing that this was a place where people did nothing in the face of someone else’s plight.