The Akkadian is assaulted.

The Akkadian struggled as he was **** down to the deck on all fours. Once he would have thrashed all three of the drunken pirates barehanded. Now any one of them was stronger than he was and capable of overpowering him with ease. Both his wrists were held by one of the pirates to hold him down whilst the other two fumbled with their pants and pulled out their cocks.

"Ha, I nearly forgot to give you your due missy." The man holding his wrists laughed.

The pirate pulled up one of the Akkadian's hand and he felt a coin pressed onto his palm. Judging by it's size the assassin reckoned it was a gold Zingaran piece. He fumed impotently at the meaning of the coin. He might be painted with the henna markings of a whore, but to be paid and taken like a common tavern slut by drunken scum made him seethe with anger.

Fingers groped at his pussy from behind and as he had become accustomed to, his traitorous female sex began to lubricate almost immediately in response. The sailor behind him wasted no more time on foreplay than necessary. Finding the Akkadian's gash already wet he thrust home his cock hurriedly and began to pump his manhood inside the assassin.

"Ahh, wet and hot as the jungles of Kush." The pirate exclaimed. "The little slut might struggle, but her cunt tells me she was yearning for a good cock inside her."

As the first pirate fucked him fiercely from behind another standing in front of him waved his manhood in front of the Akkadian's face. The assassin clamped his mouth closed and turned his head to avoid the foul smelling unwashed cock. Several times he shoved his cock towards the Akkadian's mouth and each time he avoided it.

"Little bitch! Won't take my cock." The man growled angrily. "Hold her head, I'll pry those lips open."

The Akkadian felt his wrists released as the drunk holding them shifted his hold and seized his head. The vile cock was once more thrust towards his face and this time he was unable to turn away. Balling one of his womanly hands into a fist around the gold piece the Akkadian put all his meagre strength into an uppercut punch that impacted on the hairy swinging balls of the pirate attempting to **** his mouth. The man let out an agonised cry and fell backwards clutching his aching testicles.

"Hahaha, seems the little slut don't take to you." The pirate fucking his pussy chortled in amusement.

The fallen pirate rolled on the floor moaning loudly as he cradled his injured balls. The man holding his head was laughing at the plight of his companion and paying scant attention to the Akkadian. The assassin now drew his dagger and stabbing downwards drove the sharp blade clean through the bare foot of the pirate holding his head and into the deck. The stabbed pirate screamed and let go of the Akkadian's head. Behind him the sailor who had been fucking him at last realised that the Akkadian was more than simply obstinate.

"Fucking slut! Take our money and then **** us would you." The pirate swore. "I'll teach you, you little whore."

The Akkadian's long black hair was grabbed and his head pulled back. He felt the cold metal of a blade pressed to his neck.

"What's going on here!" A loud voice froze all those concerned.