Muslimah walked slowly to the bench and lay on it, face down.Gadhi realised that he had been lucky; if he had dared to ask the Emir for the woman he w...nted it would have been this very young looking girl. Of course, as the wife of the Khan she would have been used very thoroughly but still, she was the one he fancied the most. Muslimah was shackled in place and the whip handed to Gadhi. He stroked the beautiful rounded olive-skinned arse which was presented before him.Whish ... THWACK!Evidently. He began to walk towards them, then stuck out his arm when he came to the first seat of boys. He patted them on the shoulder and said, “good season”. The whole bus of players gave a big sigh of relief as Coach went seat to seat giving hi-fives, until he came to the third seat from the back on the left side. He just skipped that one and continued congratulating the rest of the players. Billy had that seat to himself and sat with his legs stretched out across the bus seat. He looked down at his. Our hands crossed behind our backs holding onto the oppositeelbow.10 Minutes of silence before in his authoritative voice I heard, "Slut,explain yourself."Over the next 5 minutes I babbled out apologies and swore to neverdisobey again. The Rancher assured me it wouldn't as there would besevere consequences which actually scared me a little. Then it wasMistresses turn."Slave Carla, explain yourself." I could always feel her twinge atbeing called slave. After all before this had begun she had. The same poison as before. “That Las-damned assassin!”I leaped to my feet and drew my short sword, facing the trees. “Where are you, you Illth-poxed bastard! Cowering in the trees?”“It wasn't the assassin,” Zanyia said. “Nothing struck her. She just got dizzy and collapsed, Master.”“What?” I demanded, whipping my head around. “That's the same poison. It has to be him.”“It is the same poison,” the lamia yowled. “I think I know what it is. It can't be cured with magic. We never fully healed.