She's doing it because you told her to, and it is her strongest wish to fulfill your desires.She's doing it because you told her to, and it is her strongest wish to fulfill your desires." I looked out across the sunlit field to where she knelt, hands on knees, looking magnificent. A quick look around the diamond told me a lot. Slaves, especially ones that have no permanent masters, need constant attention. Physical sports, especially competitive efforts such as these, provide plenty of constant activity, distraction, and excuses later for punishments. And some of the people out there were in Rhysh strictly for the exercise. It sounds strange, but quite a number of people come to Rhysh because they haven't got the will power to exercise on their own. So they come to Rhysh and enter the Physical program. I doubted many of the people on the field today were in that category. All 18 of them were magnificent representative of their respective species. The three Centaurs playing outfield were dusty, of course, but baseball is a dusty game. But they were all handsome, broad-chested, muscular. The Uncia at first base had seen better grooming, but she likewise was beautiful. The teams switched sides, Ally up to the plate. Good. I got to watch. The pitcher, a Mephit, threw a nasty curveball and Ally took a swing. The Tindal umpire called strike. Ally snarled. I watched her take a few practice swings, ears twitching, her firm muscle showing clearly through the tight jeans. I'd forced her to wear them; I didn't want her getting and cuts or scrapes if she had to dive or slide into a base. The second pitch came and Ally swung, connecting with a solid >crack< that sent the ball skidding along the ground toward left field. She began running. The outfielders ran for it, the Satryl leftfield scooping it in his glove and pitching it toward second base. |