She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
I was grateful then to be a man, to appreciate such ravishing beauty. But then it dawned on me as they displayed their bodies, stoking my need and lust purposfully, I was now a male slave, whom such women enjoyed in teasing yet denying the very thing I was so admiring. Then, I feared for my future as a woman's slave on this rence island, as I forsaw no escape, naked and in the middle of no where. I shuddered with fear.
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