The youths listen to Visha.

"What about you Stygian?" The one called Rorg challenged Visha. "Do you just offer other girls or are you ready to take some meat in those pretty lips?"

"Three mouths, three cocks." The Stygian purred, smiling at the three youths. "My mouth is as skilled as my coffle sisters. It is up to you mighty warriors to choose whose mouth they wish to pleasure them."

The Akkadian could see the witch was successfully tempting the young men into making use of himself and the other slaves. He inwardly cursed the Stygian, now goaded the three youths were unlikely to let the arguament of a collared **** dissuade them from sexual pleasure. Still he needed to attempt to warn them away rather than open his mouth without protest to their cocks.

"Trimon's harem mistress is within." He cut into Visha's promises. "If she catches you sating yourself with our mouths it will end poorly for you. Seek a tavern slut to suck your cock for a couple of coppers."

"Harem mistress? Only a single woman protects these slaves my friends." Rorg laughed, looking to his two less confident friends. "What care should we have if some whore's madam returns and takes exception to our actions. If she is young and comely enough we will make use of her too."

"Three of you strong young men against one woman. What is there to fear?" Visha laughed, "If she was foolhardy enough to object what could she do?"

The youth called Rorg fell to one knee just in front of Visha. Her knees were splayed apart as she knelt and Rorg's hand flicked the scrap of silk aside to put his hand to her bared cunt. Without finesse he thrust three fingers into the Stygian's sheath. Visha responded with clearly feigned arousal and enthusiasm, arching her back and moaning huskily as though thoroughly warmed up and excited. Rorg seemed to either not realise her overreaction to his fingers or chose not to.

"Why settle for a bored and listless slattern past her ripeness?" Rorg challenged his friends. "See how these sluts respond to real men? This Stygian bitch will wrap her lips around my cock once I have her cunt warmed up."

The two other youths **** evaporated and each advanced towards Tzu-Tzi and the Akkadian. The assassin on his knees facing the water trough had no options to avoid the youth Trant, chained as he was both to the hitching rail and to the Khitain **** girl. His collar was seized and a hand thrust between his thighs from behind. In less than a day the Akkadian had been touched and fingered on several occasions, Trant was by far the least skilled of those that had laid finger upon his slit. The fingers rubbed and prodded clumsily at his labia, yet even this touch was enough for the Akkadian's sheath to moisten.

"You like that slut?" Trant whispered in the Akkadian's ear. "You grow wet dreaming of my cock perhaps? Don't worry girl, you will taste my meat soon enough."