I called a meeting of the girls. When the nine women who
were able to attend, were gathered around me at the end of dungeon corridor
Four East, I began by saying, "I think it's time we came to an agreement
about the nomenclature I apply to you as individual women, and as groups of
women, and what those names mean. I also think it may help some of you to avoid
taking the name I refer to you with personally without due cause."
"Aren't we all one group," asked Tamm
"Yes we are, and yet not entirely." I replied.
Tamm, "Now that's an ambiguous statement if I ever
heard one! In one sentence you just said yes, then no! Definitely a maybe! Try
a Yes, or a No, not both."
"The problem, Tamm, is that the answer is both yes,
and no, depending on the point of view taken when the answer is given. You are
all women. The whole group, all of you together are, my women. Then there are
my concubines. Actually a sub-group of the whole group of women, you are the
original women from tower one. When, I refer to the concubines, or my
concubines, it is that group I refer to. The original group who lived in Tower
One with me."
I paused for a moment, then continued, "Within that
sub-group, there is one distinction I should point out. I have only one
singular Whore, and that is Tina. She is, and always will be who I refer to
when I use the singular form of the word Whore. The others of you, within that
group of concubines, also have your pet names, we use them amongst ourselves,
so if I refer to some woman in what seems to be a derogatory manner, it could
be you just don't know the whole story. Consider Tina, who I also refer to at
times as Whore."
"The rest of you, the ones who are on your way to
the outside to meet and mate with some man directly are our clients. Clients
are women in our group who are in transit, and will soon leave this immediate
group. If at some point I refer to you as a Client, that's because you are
being moved from your old home in the City of Towers, and are on your way to
the outside world, and hopefully a better, more productive and fulfilling
life."
"I try to be a gentle, and caring master while you
are in my custody and control, however there are some risks involved with this
whole endeavor. I probably don't have to tell you what most of them are in the
city. You've lived here and know all too well the punishment you will be
subjected to for trying to leave without the consent of the High Counsel of
Six."
"The reason I bring all these matters to your
attention is to point out the necessity for very tight security. If you want to
find out if a real jerk, ass-hole, bastard is present within me, the answer is
yes. Not just a plain old yes, but a big, loud resounding FUCK YES."
"I don't want to be a jerk, a heavy, a bastard, or
any other pet name you may have for what I'll become, if our secret little
corner of this city is discovered, but I will. Not because I think I'm better,
more important, or anything like that. The reason is even more basic and
personal than any real or imagined personality defects."
"Put simply, I don't intend to ever be a prisoner
again. I've put in my time in these dungeons for the crime of being male. Never
again, not ever, no way, not on your lives. Every last one of your lives will
be forfeit if it will let me stay free. I am dead serious, your all expendable
when it comes down to my freedom. Not because you're women, but because I won't
be a prisoner again."
"On the other end of the situation spectrum, as long
as my little operation remains covert, and undetected, there is only one rule.
I get to sample the pleasures of your company. That's it. It's all I expect.
Don't give away the game, and I get to sample your charming women's
attributes."
"There is a promise that goes with all this talk.
It's simple, and it's from me to you. When I come to lay with you, I'll do all
I can to make sure you like the feeling your body gives you as a result of my
touch. For the Clients, that's a promise. For my concubines, it's slightly
modified. Your world will shake to it's core at least once every two
weeks."
"Thank you for your attention."
*** *** *** *** ***
We stayed in the dungeon of Tower Four and used it as our
base of operations within the city. For a long, long time. None of the women
who were to pass through our hands ever leaked the location of our safe house.
It drove the High Counsel to the edge of insanity, then beyond, trying to find
our secrets, and destroy our system.
The only place they never looked was in their own dark
closet where they buried there skeletons of the past.
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