Use the keys

Few things in life are as hard as using strange keys to open a lock when your life depends on it. From behind you you hear the axe make short work of the door as you fumble with key after key trying to get the door open. As the forth key enters the lock a cry of success comes from behind you as an axe is pushed through the broken section of door and the heavy bar lifted from its slot.

In anger and frustration you jerk the key in the keyhole and to your amazement the lock turns with an easy click and the key smoothly slides out into your hand. You hope this door leads to more than just a closet full of junk as you pull the door open and step through just as the far door swings open and several figures leap into the hallway behind you. The bright light in the room blinds you momentarily after the dimness of the cells and hallway, but you ignore everything but getting the door closed and locked. Slamming the door shut behind your back you slip the key into the keyhole from this side and hear the bolt of the lock shoot home just as the heavy bodies of several very angry soldiers slam against it from the other side. The smile on your face is erased and you look up at two tall Nubian men standing behind their oblong shields with broad leaf shaped spears ready to thrust.

"Who are you?" Asks one of the warriors, when you hear her voice you realize that this warrior is a woman and as your eyes ajust to the light in this room you realize that both of the warriors are female. If they intended to kill you they would have struck at your back while you were blinded by the light and distracted by locking the door behind you. If they didn't want you dead, they were better than the men who were chasing you. Smiling your best smile you straighten and tell them your name.

"My name is Thadeus, from the third army of Heliopolis, who are you?"

The warriors place the butts of their spears on the floor and straighten behind their sheilds. You have seen Nubian warriors before, they are fierce fighters and often used as skirmishers, but the Nubians you've seen in the past never wore armor like this. The beaded chains that brushed their ebony bellies hung from golden cups that lifted their magnificent breasts. Spiked plates covered the tops of their shoulders, but did nothing to protect their arms, the girdle that covered their loins was covered with gold disks that shimmered as their hips swayed finally and most absurdly, their sandles had four inch heels that lifted their calves. The more you study the armor the more you realize how it was designed not to protect these pair of warriors but to enhance their sex appeal.

From behind you, the loud yelling and pounding on the door only partially distracts you from your admiration of the two dark-skinned women. Behind the two, more women gazing at you with a mixture of fear, hope and curiosity; many more young and beautiful women you realize with a growing sense of pleasure and excitement.

"Can you get us out of here?" Asks a young woman dressed in dark leather that covers her from neck to ankles and wrists. She steps forward past the two Nubians and places her hands on your shoulders, "I think those keys are what we need, I'd be very thankful if you gave them to us." As she speaks she lifts one of her legs nearly straight into the air and rests her heel on your shoulder. Holding your hand in hers she runs your palm down the entire length of her leather covered leg until it is cupping her tight ass. "Very thankful." She adds as you stand speechless; you don't even notice her taking the ring of keys from your hand until she turns to the group.

"See if these work." She says tossing the keys that you had been holding to two petite dark haired women with golden skin and flat faces. "We had better get going." She adds as she turns her attention back at you, both your hands now are cupping the firm flesh of this limber teen's ass - her firm muscles remind you of a sleek cat's.

"Do you want to come with us?"