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order you to sleep with the other men?”
“No. Should he? Is that what a man does when he wants a woman as much as she wants him?”
Paige popped another crispy critter into her mouth. Eeete reminded her of women who said their husbands or lovers only beat them because they were so in love. They were terrified of losing the one woman who completed them. Fucking crazy thinking. However, that was in Seattle, the United States, the land of the sometimes sane. Who knew what went on here or what one would consider normal? Paige didn’t want to give Eeete advice that would bring her physical or emotional pain.
The young woman seemed determined to wait for whatever came her way—good or bad—her patience continued, unending. Paige lifted her forefinger, asking for another moment. She chewed very slowly and swallowed before she said, “I don’t know what men like Zekin do or want. He’s not from Seattle, where I live.”
Eeete’s shoulders sagged a bit. In this place, a wild display of emotion.
Again, Paige had an overwhelming urge to hug her. Fighting it, she advised, “Why don’t you ask him?”
“Pleasure slaves aren’t allowed to ask anything.”
Paige smiled. “You just asked me what men do.”
Eeete appeared horrified that she had.
“It’s okay.” Paige stopped brushing crumbs from her mouth. “No harm done. Did Zekin or any of the other men here tell you that you’re not allowed to ask questions?”
“No. It was one of the rules in the Pleasure Palace.”
Where she’d grown up after having gestated in an artificial womb. If not for Zekin, the Pleasure Palace would have been where Eeete died without knowing there was a world beyond it. Freedom from hunger and fear. Happiness that included loving a man. Hope that he might also adore her.
“You’re not there any longer,” Paige murmured. “You have a right to ask the men here anything you want.”
Given how Eeete bit her bottom lip, she didn’t want to chance it.
Unable to eat anymore, Paige regarded the small room, not certain where to put her still-full plate. “I’ve had enough of this,” she said. “Where should I put it?”
Without pause, Eeete took the plate and empty cup.
“I’ll eat the rest later,” Paige promised, knowing what the food meant to Eeete and the others. “I’d never waste it. Okay?”
As though Paige’s question were an order to answer, Eeete said, “Others will enjoy it. When you want more, I’ll bring you something fresh.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“May I go and bring this to them?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to do.”
With her head bowed, Eeete padded from the room, her naked buttocks bouncing slightly with each step, the ends of her hair swaying across her narrow waist. Quietly, she moved down the hall to the next pod. The perfect female. The perfect servant—or rather slave.
Troubled, Paige stopped watching. What she saw next wasn’t any better.
Several of those trout-like things had affixed their mouths to the pod, sucking the glass nearest her head, revealing their sharp, pointed teeth. Tiny white creatures swam between the fangs. Doing what?
Whatever it was, it must have pleased the larger creatures. Their back fins swished in the water, much like a dog wagging its tail.
Suppressing a shiver, Paige lay on the bed to put more distance between her and the things. Metal arches crisscrossed above her. At the point where they intersected, there was a hook welded into the frame, much the same as the ones she’d seen in the first pod she’d been in.
Her mind went into overdrive. She imagined chains hanging from the hook, ending in manacles attached to a pleasure slave’s wrists, keeping her…or him…from escape. So they could be sexually assaulted or beaten by guards who were no longer here? Who else? Paige didn’t think Zekin had that kind of sick crap in him. Those guys who looked like him—brothers, cousins?—didn’t seem weird either.
In any event, the chains,
“No. Should he? Is that what a man does when he wants a woman as much as she wants him?”
Paige popped another crispy critter into her mouth. Eeete reminded her of women who said their husbands or lovers only beat them because they were so in love. They were terrified of losing the one woman who completed them. Fucking crazy thinking. However, that was in Seattle, the United States, the land of the sometimes sane. Who knew what went on here or what one would consider normal? Paige didn’t want to give Eeete advice that would bring her physical or emotional pain.
The young woman seemed determined to wait for whatever came her way—good or bad—her patience continued, unending. Paige lifted her forefinger, asking for another moment. She chewed very slowly and swallowed before she said, “I don’t know what men like Zekin do or want. He’s not from Seattle, where I live.”
Eeete’s shoulders sagged a bit. In this place, a wild display of emotion.
Again, Paige had an overwhelming urge to hug her. Fighting it, she advised, “Why don’t you ask him?”
“Pleasure slaves aren’t allowed to ask anything.”
Paige smiled. “You just asked me what men do.”
Eeete appeared horrified that she had.
“It’s okay.” Paige stopped brushing crumbs from her mouth. “No harm done. Did Zekin or any of the other men here tell you that you’re not allowed to ask questions?”
“No. It was one of the rules in the Pleasure Palace.”
Where she’d grown up after having gestated in an artificial womb. If not for Zekin, the Pleasure Palace would have been where Eeete died without knowing there was a world beyond it. Freedom from hunger and fear. Happiness that included loving a man. Hope that he might also adore her.
“You’re not there any longer,” Paige murmured. “You have a right to ask the men here anything you want.”
Given how Eeete bit her bottom lip, she didn’t want to chance it.
Unable to eat anymore, Paige regarded the small room, not certain where to put her still-full plate. “I’ve had enough of this,” she said. “Where should I put it?”
Without pause, Eeete took the plate and empty cup.
“I’ll eat the rest later,” Paige promised, knowing what the food meant to Eeete and the others. “I’d never waste it. Okay?”
As though Paige’s question were an order to answer, Eeete said, “Others will enjoy it. When you want more, I’ll bring you something fresh.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“May I go and bring this to them?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to do.”
With her head bowed, Eeete padded from the room, her naked buttocks bouncing slightly with each step, the ends of her hair swaying across her narrow waist. Quietly, she moved down the hall to the next pod. The perfect female. The perfect servant—or rather slave.
Troubled, Paige stopped watching. What she saw next wasn’t any better.
Several of those trout-like things had affixed their mouths to the pod, sucking the glass nearest her head, revealing their sharp, pointed teeth. Tiny white creatures swam between the fangs. Doing what?
Whatever it was, it must have pleased the larger creatures. Their back fins swished in the water, much like a dog wagging its tail.
Suppressing a shiver, Paige lay on the bed to put more distance between her and the things. Metal arches crisscrossed above her. At the point where they intersected, there was a hook welded into the frame, much the same as the ones she’d seen in the first pod she’d been in.
Her mind went into overdrive. She imagined chains hanging from the hook, ending in manacles attached to a pleasure slave’s wrists, keeping her…or him…from escape. So they could be sexually assaulted or beaten by guards who were no longer here? Who else? Paige didn’t think Zekin had that kind of sick crap in him. Those guys who looked like him—brothers, cousins?—didn’t seem weird either.
In any event, the chains,
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