Put in hard bondage and interrogated.

A splash of cold water shocks the Akkadian to attention.

The assassin, and Naerwyn, are chained upright and pulled spread eagle by restraints that come from the ceiling and the floor. They are in the middle of a large, very well equipped, **** chamber. Bound side by side a few feet apart, and facing south, there is nothing near them so that any part of their naked bodies can be freely accessed from any direction.

Typical for such rooms it is made of heavy stone lit by large torches. Over their shoulders on the north wall are cells. Pushed up against each other on the eastern wall are large devises; including a rack, wooden riding horse, pillory, and a pyramid chair.

Against the western all are two large tables. The northwestern table has various common instruments of bondage and ****; such as whips, straps, canes, rods, clamps, pliers, candles, branding irons and various massive phallic shaped items including the insidious pear. The other table has various bubbling vials, potions and containers of strange liquids and dusts. A few tomes and unknown enchanted items are scattered across the table. The southern wall has the only exit, a think wood and iron door. Near the door are three braziers holding coals, boiling wax, and by some magical means, steaming ice.

Before the bound busty figures are Trimon, with an angered, grim and judgmental look on his face. Behind him is a small thin man with unpleasantly sharp facial feature that wears an old tattered and worn scribe's robe. He tries to have a similar grim look on his face to match the warlord's, but a perverted lust gleams through his eyes excited about the prospect of torturing two such beautiful women. Behind him are three men; two of Trimon's guards and a large bare chested Nubian ****.

Trimon walks over to the Akkadian. "I checked with your guild. You were not sent by them, nor was this pretend whore chained next to you, who they have no knowledge of. In fact you disappeared yesterday and the guild mistress has been actively seeking you. When I told her what you have done she gave me permission to do with you as I see fit. So Minaja, if that is your real name, I will give you this one chance, tell me what you were doing and why. If you are honest you will simply be whipped. If you lie, you will still be whipped but then I will turn you over to the master torturer for his amusement."