The wording in Maxine’s response actually made Syn smile as well as got her a tad curious. “Diabolical huh? This I gotta see.”

Following close behind and just to the side of Maxine the dark princess observed her sisters taunting Miles. The boy either didn’t seem perturbed by it or he just didn’t know what was really happening. A vote for the latter please.

She held back a laugh as she watched Mile’s feeble demonstrations of his boyish-manlyness. Maybe he had gone insane at some point since the end of the world. He did know that any of the women surrounding his confinement could kill him didn’t he? Hell, his confinement could kill him if Issie wanted it to.

After the Maxine made her proclamation Syn couldn’t help but comment. “My dear Miles…you are so far in over your head. Any of your little hopes or fantasies you’ve been conjuring in your head are all lost here.” Syn shook her head slightly and smirked.

A bath. Well, he was rather filthy, apparently in more ways than one. Andrea’s upper lip curled at the comments that rolled out of his face hole, and she forced herself to take a step back from his cage. He probably had all sorts of icky things on him.

“I can hold him down, or knock him out. Won’t be much of a problem to get him clean if he’s unable to move.”

"So, you're suggesting a bath? I could use a bath, all right. But if you're so eager to get these jeans off me, why don't you gals come in here and get them off yourselves?"

One dark eyebrow rose to the sky, and the Greek was momentarily confused. Was... was he serious? No... he had to be mocking them. No one was was that stupid, right?

“....Oh... That’s cute. It’s like a puppy who hasn’t been neutered yet.” She didn’t miss the boys attempt at a sexy hip thrust... It was painful to look at. Like watching a car accident, only less entertaining. She also didn’t miss Allison’s comment, either. It would have drawn a smirk from the Greek, if she hadn’t been staring so intently at the kid in the cage. “We should fix that at some point.”

“Permission to knock him flat on his wimpy ass, Maxine?” Half turning, the Gorgon fingered her glasses and waited. One look and they’d be able to drag him out of the cage without a fuss. But... she didn’t know exactly what the woman had in mind, and didn’t want to step on any toes.

...it was going to be hard enough to resist the urge to drown the @&%# once he was near any kind of water.

Maxine tapped a slow, thoughtful finger against her chin.

"I like the hose idea," she said, nodding to Isabel. "And the knocking out," another nod to Andrea. It was only right that a Queen should acknowledge good ideas when she heard them. "That would certainly stop the... gyrations."

She made a slight hissing noise through her teeth; a well, it was a good idea while it lasted exhalation. "Unfortunately, that would probably leave a bruise, and you know how much Celeste marks down for damaged merchandise."

"If I'm going to trade him in for those boots," she continued, "we've got to gussy him up somehow. Make him look..." She waved her hands, in an indefinable manner. "More like... he's more. Any ideas?"

Oh dear, had she just burst what was left of Miles' bubble? He'd have to excuse her—she was under the impression that their first encounter had thoroughly rid him of that.

The dimple in his cheek was in place, the smile was as sexy as he could muster it in his state and the hip gyration might have been a tad overkill but their reaction to it all was immediate.

"Ew, ew, ew!" said the redheaded girl rather unexpectedly. Did she really mean it or was she just teasing? Then she got close to Isabel and...

Oh boy...

She started cuddling with her. Very friendly actually, WAY too friendly!...

Oh my!

The bone handling mutant started to respond, shifting her bone seat to accomodate them both, interlocking their arms...

Oh wow!

If they cranked this show up a nocth, Miles wouldn't need any 'cold water' excuses. But then they opened their mouths...

Oh... crap.

>“We don’t need you. Or want you. In any way.”

> "Boys like you don't get to play with women like us. I can't speak for everyone, but personally I prefer my playthings big, muscular, and red. And whatever you've got occupying those jeans of yours couldn't ever hope to compare."

Wait, what? That didn't make any sense. They'd brought him here for this, right?

> “My dear Miles…you are so far in over your head. Any of your little hopes or fantasies you’ve been conjuring in your head are all lost here.”

But... but...

> “Oh... That’s cute. It’s like a puppy who hasn’t been neutered yet. We should fix that at some point. Permission to knock him flat on his wimpy ass, Maxine?”

Wait!

> "I like the hose idea. And the knocking out..."

WAAAIIIT!

> "That would certainly stop the... gyrations."

Miles gyrations stopped dead on its tracks. His eyes were wide open as his common sense regained a foothold within his hormone filled brain. He thought he had seen all the signals so clearly but now he was starting to see other signals. Other, blatantly direct and downright insulting signals being spoken right out of the Amazon's mouths and dispelling any notion whatsoever that they wanted him for something other than just a prisoner.

He felt he was back to square one again. WHY? Why was he still a prisoner? What did they need him for? Was he some sort of valuable piece in their dastardly machinations to rule over the remains of the world or some such? Was he a key figure, crucial to... to...

> "If I'm going to trade him in for those boots, we've got to gussy him up somehow."

... Boots? Seriously? BOOTS!?

> "Make him look more like... he's more. Any ideas?"

Oh, that hurt. Miles flustered and flushed a bright, embarrassed red, but before he could come up with a witty riposte, he followed Medusa's advice and held his tongue. Without his boy toy safety net his next words could easily be his last, so snapping back with an insult was out of the question. He'd have to swallow whatever remained of his pride and just go with the flow.

"Boots" he said, shaking his head in disbelief, then assumed an (already too late) respectful attitude towards Maxine, since that had worked for him last time around. "My apologies for thinking you ladies wanted to have some fun" he added with a shrug, untucking his thumbs and dropping his suave act, then finished it with something he clearly didn't give much thought to.

"It's a bit of a relief though. I was feeling kind of uncomfortable with our age difference being so severe."

Allison moved slightly away from Lady Isabel in order to peer down at the boy slave. “I don’t know if that’s possible. Could we remove his voice box without too much injury? Mute would probably be better than stupid….” She eyed him, expression carefully not a smirk. “Or maybe not the voice box….” She let her head rest on Isabel’s shoulder while she thought. “We could probably get him into decent shape, but it’d take at least a few months, and hours every day…. Just getting a new one might be easier.”

Her head came back up, giving the slave yet another incredulous look at his last comment. “Queen? I’m voting for just getting a new one. I don’t think we can fix brain damage.”

So it was boots Maxine was after. Leave it up to the redhead to lead the boy on with her choice of words. It wasn't the first time the ex-reporter had toyed with someone, nor was she new at using someone's baser desires and instincts for her own gain. Isabel would know. She had only been able to allow the woman to act as her leader after the eradication of the mass media and along with it some choice bits of video and photography that had followed her for years.Ugh.

She was careful to keep her mind off such things and on the present where the boy in the cage was becoming rapidly humbled amidst all the negative feedback his little show had earned him. She remembered turning that particular shade of red on a number of occasions in the past, but had mercifully been able to overcome such issues as the apocalyptic world settled itself into place. Things were so much more fun that way.

She allowed Allison to move around as she pleased. The cage they had perched on was wide enough to allow for some wiggle room and she could always expand the thin platform they were perched on if more movement was desired. She couldn't help but grin as suggestions were passed back and forth about how to subdue the boy. There were a number of good suggestions, but Maxine didn't want the kid marked up or missing pieces, as Celeste would be less likely to barter with damaged goods, especially for something like boots.

"I think I can keep him still," She chimed in, sliding down in her seat a couple of inches, careful not to disturb the head on her shoulder too much, and planted her foot solidly on a bar of the cage the boy was occupying. From there every bar making up the structure sprouted a multitude of thin spines, all of them stretching toward the boy in order to corral him into the middle of the structure. They wouldn't do any damage so long as he behaved and watched his footing. They'd simply crowd him closely enough that he'd want to stand nice and still.

"Washing all the grime off him will go a ways toward making him look a little larger. Clean hair is fuller, cuz it's not all weighted down by dirt and oils. I could put inserts into his shoes to make him stand taller, provided that he goes to Celeste clothed. Not much I can do about how scrawny he is, though. Maybe Allison can give him a little permanent definition around whatever muscles he might have?" she offered, appraising the boy as well as her own handiwork as she spoke. In the end it might be up to Maxine's silver tongue to make the trade, rather than trying to make up for where the boy was lacking.

That tongue of his might have to be stapled down, though. She heard the quip about age and tempting as it was to get angry, she also knew that it was him speaking out of a hurt ego and lashing out to try and damage the ones around him so he'd feel better. A single spine extended and prodded at him right between two of his spinal chords, though not hard enough to break the skin. She just wanted to send a message. He was there on the Amazon's terms, not his. "Stupid boy. Don't you know that with age comes experience? I would have thought you'd have figured that out by now, what with how eager you were to be here just a minute ago."

The boy had a mouth on him; not surprising considering what he'd just been going on about in that little brain of his. Whatever the case, she didn't much care. Maxine said she needed him, and she was the boss. Simple as that.

"If we starve him for a little while and make him do laps around his cage, i'm sure he'll look a little more muscular in no time." The Greek thought it was a valid idea, if a little extreme. She didn't like the idea of the little rat getting shares of their food though... or the thought of having to be the one to feed him, either. Glancing at the bone manipulator, she shrugged a shoulder lazily.

"Bet you could turn this cage into a fully functional bath pretty easily... then all we'd need is water. He could clean himself up keeping himself afloat. We wouldn't even have to touch him." She wouldn't have to touch him, at least.

"One thing we will have to do is teach him manners." Like learning when to hold his tongue.... least someone like herself try and remove it. "I hear pain is a great way to condition obedience."

...And just because they couldn't leave marks, didn't mean they couldn't have fun.

Okey, now things started to get a little hairy all of a sudden.

Without his safety net, the suggestions being tossed around among the girls about what to do with him were definitely not to his liking. The redhead (the one sitting next to Isabel, since redheadedness wasn't exactly a unique feature among the amazons) suggested getting his voice box removed, then just getting HIM removed entirely and finding a better model. She said that should be easier because they couldn't fix brain damage, but hey, if it weren't for his 'brain damage', he wouldn't even be here in the first place. That was a major mistake on his part and good luck finding another moron who'd try taking Maxine prisoner. Celeste wouldn't accept your average bandit as her slave and in a post apocalyptic world, people who were well fed and muscular weren't exactly easy prey or abundant. WYSIWYG, honey.

Then it was Isabel's turn to toy with him. Now why did she have to do that? Why? Why did she. have. To do. That? Raising her leg like that to put her feet on the bar while wearing that skimpy get up? WHY!? They were all 'Eeew! you're scrawny!' and 'Eeew! you're dirty!' but they still kept playing with his hormones. Then spines started to grow off every freaking bar on the cage and Miles hormones receded to let neurons take over again. She corraled him to the center of the cage, where he stood still, having nowhere else to go, then she suggested he needed washing and some toning up. Oh, and 'with age comes experience'. Hah. Experience comes through learning. You could be old and still be a bimbo, but Miles kept his mouth shut knowing full well he was not in a position to argue. That's what he had learned in this awful experience.

Medusa came next, suggesting something that didn't even make sense. How could he do laps around his cage and grow muscles when he was being starved? Then she suggested turning the cage into a bath. For girls who were so disgusted with his appearance, they were really in a hurry to get him out of his clothes. When she suggested pain to condition obedience and to teach him manners, he felt the sharp tip of a bone spine pinching at his back. His eyebrows went high up his forehead and sweat started to show on his brow. His dog barked and growled in useless fashion inside his own cage, unable to help his master.

"Now, come on! I can be polite!" he said, his voice even cracking a little, realizing how dangerously close he was to potential torture and death. "There's no need to puncture the goods or rip off my voice box or do anything of the sort!" he pleaded.

"Celeste might like what she sees! She might see in me what you gals are missing! If I clean up and put on some pounds, I could be her fricking Adonis!" he suggested.

Aura smiled as she came upon the scene, hearing some very interesting things being said, most not favorable to the caged boy. The Brown haired amazon was almost naked except for a few strips of cloth that gave her a sense of modesty she had somehow picked up after the apocalypse. She walked closer and smiled as she heard more.

"Well my Love, my surgical experience probably best fit's the term dissection. While i could remove the voice box, if he lived the scarring would be. horrific" she said plainly and easily, shooting Allison a bright smile. "And pain is a wonderful teacher of obedience, I take great pleasure in such work" Aura said cheerfully, The Aura around her hand, wa sshifting, from an axe to a sword and then to a hammer, going through the familiar Aura Weapons simply to further intimidate miles.

"If you gained a few pounds might qualify as soup, and cleaned you up of course. One should always wash their food " she said looking at Miles like the piece of meat he was. Aura was not entirely serious however, she just wanted to make it sound like she was and have a little fun.

Turning Away, Aura looked back for Allison, whom she had come looking for to begin with. Allison was far more importent then trade Good's after all.

Allison slid down as Isabel did, and giggled at the way she kept the boy still. She let her legs dangle in the air, one absently kicking a few inches back and forth. “I could do a little, but much wouldn’t be possible without it being obvious what I did, and then Celeste would know we were hiding something. I like Lady Andy’s idea, maybe do that for a while and then I can add definition before we take him to Celeste’s?”

Thought was replaced with laughter at the boy’s latest idiocy. “Adonis? Have you ever even heard of Celeste before? She’s got far higher standards than that.” Anyone had higher standards than that. Farther mockery was cut off, however, as Allison recognized a voice, and was immediately occupied with jumping off the cage and latching onto Aura’s side. “Aura!”

Allison heard Aura’s comments, but was primarily occupied with movement. And once she reached Aura, she was occupied with clinging and cuddling and leaning up to kiss.