The Akkadian hesitates.

Kneeling obsequiously, the collared Assassin looks up along his leash to the Shemites proffered sex and tries to think of a way out of this. The warrior woman’s bushy sex was at eye level from his submissive vantage point. It was not something the Akkadian was accustomed too.

His hesitation was a mistake. Rezma Scowled and pulled her leash harshly. The small girl let out a yelp of alarm and fell forward. His hands caught at the **** mistresses thighs and his face was exactly where Reza wished.

One of the almost naked slaves emerged from the bathing pool, water flowing down her dark curves, and approached to watch the scene with a sadistic gleam in her eyes. She was of Stygian descent.

The Stygians were a mysterious people, the ruling elite tall, dusky, hawk-nosed, and haughty while the lower classes were a mixture of races. Stygia was a place of decadence and cruelty and the Stygians paid well for his trade and skills. **** for ****, profit, power or succession was culturally acceptable - provided it was performed discreetly and with finesse.

This dusky lass was adorned in brass and gems that clung like dewdrops to her nubile body and she was quite diminutive - but she possessed the proud bearing and disdain typical of a Stygian noble in spite of her clear status as a ****. Her short stature and small nose suggested that she was only half Stygian and not pure blood.

“Mistress. What do we have here?” She asked as she boldly caressed the assassins ass then slapped it resoundingly.

“Visha. What have I told you about interfering with my work?” The Shemite growled.

“Sorry mistress… but can I help. She seems to have such fire. It will be fun to douse it.”