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of the pillar by the loose ends of heavy silk cords secured into the wood by wide metal-teethed clamps. The girl’s mouth was stuffed with the same kind of phallic bit as had been on the guard’s girl.
    Only as her eyes moved Gillian’s way did she notice the familiar bejeweled clamps on her nipples.
    Alexandra!
    Alexandra’s expression was one of contrite resignation. Gillian looked quickly to the pillar to the left, and indeed, there was Lara, bound just like Alexandra, her mouth silenced by a dildo muzzle. Lara’s face was turned away, but Gillian saw tears rolling down her chin and over her throat and breasts. As Sir Douglas came through the doorway, he gave Lara a disgruntled look.
    â€œIt could just as easily be one of you up there, young ladies,” he said and granted Candice a confidential half-smile. “Even you.”
    He then led them from the porch, and the girls followed him to the right of the lawn and through a little gate Gillian had not noticed before. The pebbled path on the other side took them through a close avenue of hazel trees that opened on to a grassy meadow. Just ahead stood a high torch-post and a wide encompassing fence of barbed wire. Sir Douglas opened the gate and entered the meadow. A great canvas pavilion stood in the center of it, and far beyond this there was yet another gate that led, it seemed to Gillian, to another enclosed yard. A little station looked to be situated just behind this other gate, and in the far distance Gillian could make out what appeared to be a dismal redbrick structure.
    The prison.
    As they walked across the meadow, the smell of cooked food and the lilt of softly played music drifted out from the pavilion. Two guards were posted at the entrance and one of these drew the entry flap aside for them. Sir Douglas clapped his hands and ushered the girls inside ahead of him. As Gillian was about to follow the others, Sir Douglas held her back.
    â€œI heard how you panicked this afternoon,” he whispered. “Just remember, we shan’t allow any harm to come to you. Sir Leonard will accompany you inside.”
    She looked at the man who came up beside her. He was tall and muscled and carried a spear. Beside him, Sir Douglas looked like a child playing some masterly role.
    Why, he couldn’t even lift me, she thought, how could he ever hope to protect me?
    â€œThank you, sir,” she said. “If you don’t mind explaining to me, what exactly am I supposed to do at this meal?”
    â€œYou do eat, don’t you?” he said lightly. “Aside from that, hold yourself proudly so these men will have no choice but to take notice of the natural attractions of your form and sex. You see, Gillian, these prisoners, well, all the prisoners of Nemi, have over the years selectively denied the natural appreciation of sex. To them lust and the pursuit of carnal pleasures are the greatest of downfalls. Some are terrified of divine judgment for their personal penchants. Others simply hate the gentler sex for various, degenerate reasons. All have spent their adult lives perpetuating untruths and stereotypes that accommodate their fears and cowardice. It is your mission to help exorcise these flaws.
    â€œNever be ashamed of yourself, your passion, nor your body. Should one of these prisoners show an interest in being intimate with you, know that by doing so, you are fulfilling the purpose for which you were recruited. Sir Vincent has shared the results of your evaluation with the guards inside, so all know you are a submissive, by both nature and psyche. You are expected to behave accordingly: sweet, deferential, obedient, and graceful of conduct; and never shall you be expected to do anything that goes against this, your natural disposition.”
    When he had finished speaking, Gillian thought about his words. It sounded easy enough. And taking a long breath, she bowed her head and followed Sir Leonard inside.
    The pavilion was