The Akkadian and the whore undress.

The Sorceress gestured to her two Orcish guards and they released their grip on the whore. Taking a step away from her the pair leered at both the whore and the Akkadian in equal parts, licking their thick lips in anticipation at seeing the mismatched twins remove their loincloths. The original shrugged and reached for the knot on her hip that secured her cloth, nudity was nothing to her and she had no qualms about the state. With a single pull the knot unravelled and the flimsy cloth slipped free. As the Akkadian had expected her crotch was smooth and hairless as was the custom in the guild of whores. Her fleshy cuntlips had been darkened with henna to make them stand out in darker contrast to her tanned skin.

"What a beautiful cunt she has. Don't you agree Akkadian?" The Sorceress asked. "Those fleshy lips must feel hot and tight around a man's cock."

The Akkadian refused to answer, though in truth the whore's cunt was certainly an inviting sight. If the girl was to be kept alive by the witch he would certainly want to plough that dark furrow once his body and most importantly his massive cock was restored to him. Reluctantly the assassin loosened the big bronze buckle of his belt and let his own loincloth fall. He lifted his chin and resisted the urge to look downwards at what he knew was between his silken thighs.

"My what a glorious cunt." The Sorceress giggled. "Though yours seems to be gaping and moist far more than your twin's."

The Akkadian felt his cheeks burn with shame and humiliation. What the witch said was undoubtedly true, the state of arousal he had been in when he was transformed appeared to have remained though his body had changed. The Akkadian could feel the dampness and heat in the unfamiliar bodyparts between his legs. His now pretty face scowled in anger as the pig snouted brutes snorted and made comments as they stared down at him. He could see bulges growing in their leather pants and he felt disgust and fear as he knew that given the opportunity the two monsters would **** him without a care that he had so recently been a man.

"Let us get this done." The Akkadian urged. "I do not wish to remain in this form a moment longer than is necessary."

The Sorceress stepped close, her musk overpowering and adding to the unwanted sexual arousal he was feeling. Swiftly the Sorceress shot out her hand and grabbed a handful of the Akkadian's long black hair and pushed him back against the wall just as he had done to her only moments before. The witch was strong for a woman, though before he had always been able to master and dominate her in their occasional sexual coupling. Now however he was smaller and weaker than the exotic magic user and found himself pinned by her body and unable to wriggle free or push her away. For a brief moment the thought of using the inviable dagger on the evil bitch occurred to the Akkadian, but the fear of being left trapped in this form stayed his hand.

"Really, do you not?" The Sorceress giggled at the assassin and his feeble efforts to resist her. "This tells a different story."

The Akkadian felt the Sorceress's hand between his legs and he moaned in frustration as her long, slim fingers stroked his puffy cuntlips. He squirmed in discomfort at the touch on unfamiliar and alien areas of his body. A louder moan escaped his full lips as he felt a finger push up and enter him, it's entrance smoothly lubricated by the wetness.

"No don't. I don't like it." He protested, wriggling vainly in an attempt to stop the violation.

"I find that hard to believe." The Sorceress chuckled. "You are as moist and inviting as the most wanton of sluts. Maybe I should let my guards fill that wet cunt before you continue your mission? They might not be as well endowed as you were Akkadian, but they are larger than most and possess remarkable endurance."

"Stop it please." The assassin begged, unfamiliar tears stinging his doelike eyes. "Just let me go and kill Trimon and let this nightmare end."