((This thread happens after the events in the Hitting the Town thread and it's open to all Bone Fortress denizens, but since we're taking it somewhat slow and there are a lot of denizens in the fortress, there will be no posting order and a limit of two posts per day. Have fun, ladies! )



It had been a couple of days since the raid to the farms by the Amazons had ended and apparently Miles had been the only prisoner thoughout the entire ordeal. The only one. Most of the Amazons had returned and none of the other townies had been captured so far as he knew, just Miles.

How pathetic was that?

The young man sighed, both of his hands tightened around the bars of his bone cage. Isabel, an Amazon that looked like she was dressed in toilet paper and bone during the raid, was the architect of his prison, which had been carefully placed outside the bone fortress. The ground was actually soft dirt but the bones twisted and turned underneath, preventing him from digging a tunnel to escape, which was a fleeting thought when you knew your gaoler could shrink it at will and cut through you like an egg slicer. The roof had been complemented with dry thatch to prevent water leaks and a smaller, similar cage had been built right next to his, with Tinaker as its sole resident.

He was very worried and felt restless. When Queen Maxine captured him, his sole purpose was to be some sort of insurance in case one of the Amazons got captured or if she bumped into trouble on the way back to the fortress she could have a chip to her advantage, but they had made it through just fine with zero interruptions and that purpose was no longer valid. He then thought that maybe she wanted to hold him for ransom, but really, Miles was just an explorer and courier, it's not like the Town desperately needed him enough to actually come up with whatever price she asked. He then thought that maybe now that he was no longer of use, she would kill him, but time had passed and the Amazons hadn't bothered, so now he was thinking... why?

It was wracking his brain. There was absolutely no reason for them to keep him there. No point whatsoever. While he was glad they had not killed him, he failed to understand why they needed a prisoner, it just made no sense. Why? What could they need from him? What could an all-female tribe of crazy, half naked chicks possibly want from a MAN like him!?


...


Oh. MY. GOODNESS!


Was it possible?


Miles wasn't exactly the sexiest man alive, scrawny looking as he was nowadays, with his jacket and shirt slashed and torn by wear and Maxine's paper dog, his jeans ripped in places and dirty all over and of course, his mismatched shoes; but he had something going in his favor...

He was their prisoner. He was like... right there. How many other men were around? Back in the days of the stone age and such, warriors from a tribe would fight with another tribe and the spoils of war would be the loser tribe's women and now that the world was back in the stone age after the apocalypse, these women had gone to fight another tribe and HE was their spoils of war...

GEEZ! HOW PATHETIC WAS THAT!?

Miles let go of the bars and sat on the ground of his cage, thinking things through. He could almost hear the men around the fire going "Yeaaah! You GO, Miles! Live the dream! Woop Woop Woop!" and a small part of him wondered if he was the luckiest man alive (Guess which part!) while the rest of him was filled with doubt and hesitation...

Why? Simple.

They were Amazons.

Who knows what sort of crazy, kinky things they had in mind for him?

Maxine wanted it. Needed it. She'd gone without for so long. Sitting in the doorway of the bone fortress, her feet dangling just above the dusty ground, she could almost feel it. It would be... so good. She kept her gaze mostly forward; to the rubble ring surrounding the fortress, to the sky, to anything. But now and again, her green eyes couldn't help darting back to Miles.

It would be wrong though, wouldn't it? He was so young; so... inexperienced. Hell, he couldn't even handle a weapon; what did that say about the rest of his skill set? She bit her lip, her eyes flashing to him again.

Over by the cages, the crushed velvet black dog—Alpha—sniffed curiously at the little mutt's cage, its paper tail held high as it continued taking stock in the newcomer. To the human, it paid no particular attention, and hadn't since the day he arrived. None of the other paper dogs were in sight. Some were out on patrol, some were lounging in puddles of paper under the bone porch, lazing away as the noonday sun passed by overhead. It was only their mistress whose eyes kept returning to the boy, again and again.

He'd need a bath first. That was for sure. She wasn't doing anything with him until he was clean. After that... Well.

She ran a hand through her red hair, tousling it slightly. She'd have to get the other girls' opinions, of course—she was the one who'd taken him on the raid, but once property was back at the fortress, it was fair game to share. It wouldn't be polite, keeping him all to herself. Using him like this. What if they wanted a piece of the action, too? He was too scrawny of a thing to share.

But god, she wanted it. She wanted it so bad, it hurt.

Those new boots at Celeste's. She had to have them. But would Celeste even accept him as a trade? As men-slaves went, this one wasn't exactly Grade A. Just look at the vacant way he kept half-grinning to himself. What was he thinking about?

Boredom had set in with the goth princess as the day crawled along. She set out slowly wandering around the fortress. Some of the other ladies were entertaining themselves in some way or another. Some were doing what little work was needed while others were working on personal projects.

A very distinguishable figure sat at the entrance to their home. Syn had spotted her from a fair distance back and decided to approach their Queen. “Something on your mind my dear Maxine?” Syn’s usually velvety smooth voice calling out from behind Maxine just before standing to the other woman’s side and also looking out at the scenery.

Her emerald gaze turned to the movement of the Alpha paper dog as it examined one of the bone cages. She had heard that Miles and one of his dogs had been captured and brought back, but she hadn’t seen the boy before now. Things sure had changed since the world crumbled. “He could be very useful don’t you think?”

Knowing how women tend to talk amongst each other Syn had heard numerous times from some of her ‘sisters’ of urges they craved for. Things they deeply desired besides food, clothing and shelter. While Syn’s cravings were taken care of with her beloved wife Rhythm, she was mainly focusing on Mile’s mutant talents. Although it might’ve been possible she struck a chord of a different meaning with the woman next to her.

Normally, things were pretty quiet around the fortress she'd grown to consider a home. She liked it that way, too. The less going on, meant that she had more time for sleep, and too spend patching up her gear. She didn't socialize too much, unlike some of the other 'Amazons', but she was a regular face when it came time for meals and missions. The rest of her time of her time was spent outside the walls, scavenging for things to bring back to the collective.

It was her self appointed duty, considering her lack of social skills, aside from destroying annoying animals who got in her way.

But... upon taking a stroll around the grounds, mostly for some fresh air, she stumbled upon something very curious. There was a boy, or man maybe, in one of their cages. Alive. Why? This was a most unusual sight for her, and only served to cause her confusion. Perhaps he was some sort of prize dragged back from the recent excursion she'd missed... or maybe he was dinner. She honestly didn't know, but decided to investigate all the same. She could see one of Maxine's dog constructs sniffing around, but paid it no mind as she approached the cage. Her snakes shifted around her shoulder in order to get a better look at the captive male, while she crossed her arms over her chest and stopped a few feet away from the prisoner.

"Well... Never thought I'd see one of you in here..." She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me, boy, why are you still alive?" Cocking a dark eyebrow, she peered at him from behind old, worn down glasses and tapped bare fingers on her arm. Unless there was some plan for him, something she didn't know about, she could see no reason for him to be wasting space and dirtying things up with his presence.

Isabel may have been one of the few Amazons that had been privy to Mile's arrival and continued presence at the Fortress. Though having been the one to arrange his luxury suite it only made sense that she'd know he was there. She'd been called upon shortly after her arrival home from the raid to set up the boy's living arrangements. What she didn't know was what Maxine planned to do with her catch.

She was a little torn over the male presence at the Fortress. Personally she had nothing against the menfolk in general, but the Fortress was strictly a women-only piece of property. And while he wasn't exactly in the stronghold itself, he was causing enough of a stir among some of the other ladies that his presence couldn't exactly go unnoticed or ignored for very long. Ignoring him, however, wasn't nearly as much fun as bothering him.

Having made his holding pen, she always had an excuse on hand as to why she should run out and visit the boy. All she needed to say to justify herself was that she was checking on the cage and making sure it was in good shape, especially with that creepy looking dog of his that could possibly decide to chew on the bars one day.

She was just sauntering out to do just that when she caught sight of the snake-haired Amazon already chatting up the captive in what sounded like a none too friendly tone. She simply smirked and shook her head as she continued on her way to the small enclosure.

She settled herself on top of the creepy dog's cage, the bars beneath her knitting together into a solid sheet of bone and extending up into a sort of chair back. It was always better to assume that the mutt wasn't friendly, and she wasn't about to sit herself on the bars and give it a chance to nip at her through them.

"Don't rough him up too bad, Medusa," She said, extending her arms over her head and arching her back in a stretch before slumping back against the sheet of bone and kicking a foot up against the bars of the boy's cage. "This one's Maine's catch. Dunno what she wants to do with him, though. Looks pretty young. And he's awful scrawny to boot. Can't be much good for any sorta useful labor."

Five...

...six....

....seven......

........eiightt....

.............niiiiiiiiiiine....

Miles arms were trembling trying to lift himself up from that last push-up. He decided to take a break... for the rest of the day; so he got on his feet and swept his brow as one of Queen Maxine's dogs still kept watch over his own caged canine. Tinaker didn't move nor mind the curious creature, his dog-like behavior mostly gone the day Miles turned him into his thrall, but such was not the case with the young mutant himself. He did mind and noticed the looks he was getting, specifically from two Amazons by the doorway of the fortress.

One was the queen herself, checking him out and pretending she wasn't. The other was... Syn? Oh, boy... This was going to be awkward. Syn was like... the only Amazon he'd met before the Apocalypse. She still looked hot as ever and he was no longer the little lost teen she found in the streets of New York but a full grown and in perfectly working order young man. She happened to know the extent of control Miles had over his dogs though, including his ability to see through their eyes, so maybe that's why they decided to cage the animal. If they had let Tinaker roam free inside the fortress, it would have been like gifting him with the Playboy channel. What were both women talking about, anyway?

Maybe deciding who was going to be first?

He took a deep breath, pumping out his chest a little; placed most of his weight on one leg, both of his thumbs on his pockets, then leaned with his shoulder placed on the bars of his cage, looking away casually. Check all you want, ladies...

Truth be told, he was downright nervous about the whole situation, but he tried to hide it as best he could. Once he figured their plan out, he thought about it for a long while (or maybe it was just a couple of minutes) as his tactical mind figured out the ramifications of it and in the end... this was possibly the best win-win scenario he could ever think of. He couldn't help but feel a little... flattered, maybe? He knew he'd have to play his role to the best of his abilities if he wanted to survive, but how hard could that be? So far, all the Amazons he had seen were beautiful, gorgeous knockou....HOLY MOTHER OF GAAAHH!!!

Miles couldn't avoid getting startled when the green skinned woman with dark splotches and shades approached him. She was more gorgon than amazon actually and she seriously needed a haircut. With a machete. Miles took a few steps back and stood in the center of his cage as he studied her with an inquiring look.

She asked him why he was still alive and this made the young mutant draw a blank. Why was she asking him this? Didn't she know? At that very moment, Isabel approached the both of them, creating a seat on top of Tinaker's cage and sitting pleasantly on it, taunting him and mocking his age, his looks and his use.

Neither seemed like the sort of person he'd like to get in an argument with, but if he played the meek, scared, please-don't-hurt-me sort of fellow, he knew things would just get worse for him. That was not how studs behaved, so he regained his composure and tried to reply with an air of suave confidence.

"Ladies, come on..." he said, shrugging his shoulders, letting them see his palms and half-closing his eyes a little as if the answer was pretty obvious. "You said it yourselves, I'm Maxine's 'catch' and if she hasn't told you anything yet, maybe it's because you don't need to know?"

Was there some sort of 'exclusive' deal going on? It sort of made sense. That would make his stamina last longer.

Kaitlyn was worried about the Amazons' new prisoner. She'd been avoiding him as much as she could for the last few days. Something about him was just... off. The way Maxine looked at him was similarly off. She didn't know who this kid was or why Maxine was interested in him, but part of her mind told her that finding out about it could only make her less happy.

On some level, though, she did want to know what was going on. When she peeked outside and saw that Andrea and Isabel were crowding around him, she finally gave in to her curiosity and approached him.

This was one of those rare days when, in an attempt to make herself feel like she wasn't stuck in a 12-year-old body, she actually dressed herself up like the rest of the Amazons. She would be perfectly happy like this until, once again, she remembered that she looked like a scantily clad 10-year-old. At that point it was customary for her to throw on a dusty salvaged jacket, cover herself up, and swear to herself that she would never to do it again. For now, at least, she had yet to reach that part of the cycle.

The prisoner was sounding surprisingly confident, given his status as a prisoner and the amount of fearing-for-his-life that most would be doing in his shoes. But he seemed to know something Kaitlyn didn't about Maxine's plans for him. Was that why he sounded so confident? Was Maxine...?

Kaitlyn furrowed her eyebrows. Of course not! She rounded the corner of the fortress and stared at him, looking him up and down and generally failing to find him very impressive.

"You're kinda... young."

The (newest) captive boy was doing pushups. Not very many, it seemed, before he stood up and went back to… something. But still, pushups.

Why was he doing pushups?

It made no sense whatsoever to Allison. If you were captured, and planning on trying to escape, didn’t it make more sense to conserve your strength? Unless he was planning to escape, but also planning to take so long about it that working out first would be helpful instead of exhausting. And if you weren’t trying to escape… did he think that he could make the work the Amazons gave him easier for himself, maybe? Look weak, and get weak jobs, but then be stronger so that they were easier? That strategy might have had a better chance if he hadn’t chosen to work out when half the Amazons in the fortress were watching him. Unless the goal was to look weak by his failure to work out?

Well, if that was the goal, he was succeeding. Never in her life had Allison had to stop after less than twenty pushups, much less… whatever number he’d managed. Allison hadn’t paid enough attention to know it exactly, but she knew it was significantly less than she could manage.

Which, really. How had he survived being that weak?

And, that brought up another question. Why were so many of the Amazons paying attention to him? He wasn’t doing anything interesting that she could see… nor did it look like any of the Amazons near him were mocking him. And not all the nearby Amazons were inclined to mock prisoners anyway, as far as Allison knew.

What was so fascinating about a weak, useless-looking, inactive prisoner, who hadn’t even shown signs of trying to escape?

…Well, curiosity was one answer. Allison left the window she’d been standing at, heading for the stairs to join the other Amazons staring at the prisoner. She’d see if there was anything actually interesting going on, probably learn that there wasn’t, and then leave.

Medusa... The Greek shot a half smirk the bone manipulators way, and uncrossed her arms, hooking her thumbs into the back pockets of her makeshift shorts instead. Few people had ever gotten away with calling her names, least of all something like that... but she respected Isabel just about as much as she hated her. Nicknames were easily overlooked, or ignored... by just about anyone bearing the title 'Amazon'. "Maybe she's gonna use him as target practice.... or a coat rack."

"Ladies, come on... You said it yourselves, I'm Maxine's 'catch' and if she hasn't told you anything yet, maybe it's because you don't need to know?"

"Yeah, you're right. I probably don't need to know why she's keeping you around... but you probably won't be needing that tongue of yours either. I can't imagine she's got you caged here because you're a great conversationalist." She eyed him once more and snorted. Taking a single step forward, she crowded the boys cage, leaning lazily against the bars. Sloth took that as a sign that he was allowed to slither forward himself, wrapping his thick body around one of the bone bars while a lengthy pink tongue licked at the air hungrily. The Greek couldn't stop herself from copying the snake, and ended up licking her own lips hungrily as well.

He'd smelled prey before... tasted it too. His mistress had allowed him, as well as the others, to indulge in a meal every now an then... scraps from various things. Andrea could feel their hunger as if it was her own. Licking her lips, she resisted the urged to reach in to try and snag him, turning her attention to the two others who had wandered over to join the merry welcoming party. The littlest amazon, gained her immediate attention, and she put a little extra effort into controlling herself. She'd known the girl since before the Fortress, or Maxine... even before the city had fallen. In a way she usually tried her best not to appear such a monster when Kaitlyn was around. If only by keeping a tight reign on her temper, and stopping herself from making rash, dangerous decisions.

The other, though, was someone she'd only met after. Another Amazon who she could only claim to respect due to word of mouth and through the few times she'd been out on missions with her. Andrea nodded to each of them in turn, before turning her shielded gaze back on the only male present.

>> “Something on your mind my dear Maxine? He could be very useful don’t you think?”

"Only the most diabolical of thoughts, my dear Syn." She didn't glance up as her fellow Amazon joined her on the porch; instead, she took advantage of the gathering at the boy's cage to properly stare in his direction. She wasn't staring at him; she was just... keeping an eye on things. It was a lazy afternoon, and with a boy-creature all penned up in their backyard, the girls might get a little rowdy.

Or maybe they already had. She sat up a little straighter, craning her neck; was he... having some kind of seizure on the cage floor? His arms were trembling, and she could practically hear his shakey breaths from here. Had one of the gathered women hurt him? Maybe Andrea—those snakes of hers seemed to be getting in a bit close. Or Allison—she hadn't seen any of them touch him, but from this distance, a quiet snipe of ink to the brain would be virtually invisible. Or Isabel: it was her cage, and he was a boy; it was a logical conclusion that she'd seen played out more than once. Kaitlyn was about the only one above suspicion, and that was only because nothing had exploded yet. The tremors in his body looked to be getting worse; seven, eight, niiiiine—

...Or maybe he was just doing push-ups.

Ladies and gent, the Queen had her work cut out for her. If Celeste saw anything like that charming display, she'd be lucky to even afford a shoestring with his hide. It was time to step up, and do what she did best:

Delegate.

>> "Ladies, come on... You said it yourselves, I'm Maxine's 'catch' and if she hasn't told you anything yet, maybe it's because you don't need to know?"

"You heard the cage-boy," Maxine said, standing up and taking a step towards her gals. "I don't think it's any secret; there's something I've been wanting for a long time now." Many was the raid she'd lamented the lack of good lootable shoes. "He's not exactly what I had in mind, but he's here, so he'll due."

A warm little smile crept across her lips. "He's going to need some work before he's fit for my needs. I think... we need to start with a bath."

She was pretty sure that dust brown with sweat streaks wasn't his natural skin tone.

Getting to the cage was a matter of walking down a few stairs, out a door, and across clear, flat ground. Short of being carried, it couldn’t have gotten much easier. And the goal… was still disappointing. Allison eyed the boy, looked down, up, down, up again, and let the full amount of her disdain show in her voice and expression. “What’s so interesting about you?”

Allison stepped to the side when Queen Maxine approached, still eyeing the boy. He looked… inferior. Small, weak, worn out and used up, like a favorite old tee shirt, only without the “favorite” part. Or anything likable at all, really.

Of course, no one was throwing out old tee shirts just because they were worn out anymore; there was always something they could be used for. Allison supposed that would apply to captives as well; no need to throw away a… well, not a perfectly good slave, but a slave, when he could still be used for something. What that something was, though, Allison wasn’t even going to try to guess.

A bath… well, wouldn’t make him any more useful that Allison could see, but he certainly needed one. And it wasn’t like he was doing anything else at the moment. “I can get water.”

The other ladies all seemed to be on the same page as Isabel when it came to the caged boy. Scrawny, dirty, young, and most likely not much use to them in the end labor-wise. And much too cocky for someone stuck in a cage that could easily kill him, smack dab in the middle of Amazon territory. She considered giving him a little jab from one of the bars but the approach of a couple more ladies stalled that plan.

Maxine was one of them, and as such Isabel switched her attention away from the boy and over to the Lady Leader. She didn't miss Allison's remark, either, and couldn't help but smirk. It was rather strange that such a poor specimen of a male would gather so much attention, but then the simple fact that he was male and still breathing was fairly interesting in and of itself. Andrea's question had been a perfectly reasonable one. Maxine was the one who had started the group and who had put in place the no men rule, so why keep one around, particularly one in such sad shape?

She couldn't help but give Maxine a puzzled look at the declaration that the boy needed a bath. Now why on earth would he need a bath? Wasn't he there as a slave, to labor for the ladies under all the tasks they didn't want to do? There was no way he was gonna be getting his hands dirty if she wanted to give him a bath first. A clean boy was something to be looked at, not used. Exactly what did she have in mind for him?

"Not it," she chimed in, crossing her arms and casting a disdainful look at the boy. "I'll just get the water all bloody, and that sorta defeats the purpose. I'll fashion ya a hose or something if you'd like, but that's it."

Wow.

So many Amazons.

A veritable small crowd was starting to form around Miles' cage, some of them taunting him, which was understandable since Townies and Amazons didn't really get along that well, but they still gathered. Looking at him. Talking to him, making him the center of attention...

It was amazing what a little manly sex appeal could do to a bunch of women.

Medusa started to act in a rather scary fashion and pretty much threatened him, telling him he wouldn't be needing his tongue, but if things went the way Miles imagined, he would seriously need his tongue all right, no question about it. She leaned over the cage, her largest snake wrapping itself around one of the bars and Miles didn't like the look of it at all. He recoiled a bit to keep his distance from both of them. There was an expression in her face and on the snake's eyes as well that made him hesitate, how they watched him and the way she licked her lips...

... all sexy like...

No. Just... no. Green women with snakes on their heads were off the table. I mean, come on! Hissing snakes right next to your face in the middle of...? Please, what a mood killer.

"Tongues can be used for more than just conversation, so I wouldn't be surprised if I end up keeping mine" he riposted to the snake headed woman in an attempt to pretend he wasn't that afraid of her. Lucky for him, Medusa restrained her wanton advances the moment a little girl who couldn't even properly fill her Amazon get-up came over and told him he was 'kinda young'.

Excuse me? Pot calling the kettle black? The bone fortress was no place for a little girl who looked so small and almost cheek-pinchable, but Miles wasn't about to go and explain how his age was no obstacle for the urges of the women around her. He could always make his answer somewhat cryptic for her, though.

"It's not the age that matters" he said to the girl with a smirk, knowing his next comment was likely to fly over her young, innocent head. "It's the mileage."

Yeah, right. Miles odometer was still deep in the single digits, but no need for them to know!

A red headed girl approached the cage now but she didn't seem that impressed with him, playing that 'hard to get' role the Amazons seemed to enjoy to it's fullest. She asked what was so interesting about him. Hey, the fact that he was still alive instead of dead in a ditch was proof that Maxine had seen something worthwhile in him (either that, or it was his pleading like a wuss that did the trick) and then the queen herself came over and confirmed his suspicions.

Miles was relieved that he was right on the money all along regarding her wants and needs, even if he wasn't up to her standards. Fun fact! The moment the queen said 'bath', the disdainful 'what's-so-interesting-about-you?' girl was the very first to offer to get the water! See? She just couldn't wait to see Miles stripped off his clothes! Talk about a crack in the 'hard-to-get' armor...

The flush in his face might have betrayed the cocky, suave facade he was trying to pull off, but he knew they'd get to this part eventually, right? A bath seemed like the proper opener in these circumstances since he was dirtier than mud and it would even help him lower the lofty expectations they probably had of him. The moment the water hit him, he'd go 'Brrr! It's so cold!' and then whatever disappointing first impression they'd get from his anatomical proportions could be blamed on the freezing water.

So, the bath was a given and now the only question Miles had on his head was...

... a bath with whom?

Surely this was not going to be a private affair, they weren't going to lock him in a little bathroom and hand him a towel over the curtains when he was done. These women were desperate! To consider him for his affections above all other men was proof enough of it and he wasn't even sure if they'd be able to resist their basic instincts the moment he flashed a little skin their way. So, who would be the lucky one?

Hopefully not Medusa. Not Isabel, either. She'd just told them she'd get the water bloody, which probably meant she was in the middle of her 'special days' (no wonder she was such a sourpuss) and certainly not the child, but the remaining Amazons were all right in his book.

Miles crossed his arms, half closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows a little, giving each of them a suggestive look. Maxine, Syn or 'Hard-to-get' girl? Hmm... decisions, decisions...

Why not all three and make it a party?

Okay Miles, this is it. Smooth talk your way into this and you're golden. If this works out and you can turn those derisive looks into girly giggles and splashing fun, you might find your way out of this cage. Give them what they want and flash that confident, winning smile. Make sure the cheek dimple is there, they'll love it.

"So, you're suggesting a bath?" The young mutant asked, giving a big, sort of embarrassed yet full of mischief grin. He was trying to put as much mojo into this as he possibly could, tucking his thumbs in the waist of his pants. "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?" he said, as he slowly gyrated his hips.

Allison’s expression was no longer disdainful. Instead, it was even more thoroughly disgusted. That was what the boy was thinking? The slave, whom they could kill at any second, she might add? Ew. “Ew, ew, ew.” He needed to be disabused of that notion, and quickly. Pain… Allison eyed the boy. Pain honestly seemed unlikely to be enough. Plus, she wasn’t really good at inflicting pain, anyway; not without having to get in the cage and touch him, which he’d probably misinterpret and would gross her out even more, and anyway Lady Isabel would have to open the cage and by that point she may as well just have the cage injure him. Plus, Queen Maxine clearly had some plan for the slave, and injuries probably were not a part of it.

So, how else to correct the slave? If not pain, then… humiliation, maybe? Allison was better at that. Though how to humiliate him…. Allison eyed the slave again, considering.

…Hm. Perhaps that. Hopefully Lady Isabel would go along with it. Allison turned, scrambled up to the top of the dog’s cage, and attached herself to Isabel’s side, cuddling. She waited to be sure she and Lady Isabel were arranged comfortably (and with plenty of implications; just because Allison didn’t see things herself didn’t mean she couldn’t learn what others would see) before looking back at the slave. “We don’t need you. Or want you. In any way.” It was tempting to add another ‘ew’ on, but she felt somewhat like she’d already used the word up for the day. So instead she wrinkled her nose, giving him another disgusted expression before turning back to Isabel.

Even if Aura was absent at the moment, Allison was perfectly happy to cuddle with whoever happened to be available. As long as they weren’t typical male slave boys with typical male slave boy thoughts, anyway. Those were just… ew.

Good God. Did he really think... No, he couldn't possibly. He couldn't be that stupid, that naive. He was in a cage outside for gods sake, with people threatening and insulting him left and right. Was his ego really that big, and his sense of reality really that distorted? No way. No one could be that foolish.

But that hip gyration...

Her lip curled in mild disgust. Apparently this kid could be that foolish. What the hell were they teaching people in that godawful Town? The Amazons were not some nest of women with nothing better to do than kidnap men for use and abuse. No, they were a nest of women out to take what they wanted and step on everyone along the way, males especially. They weren't something to take home and play with. Home was a boy-free zone. Home was were unfortunate male trespassers were either turned to physical labor or buried in the backyard. Maybe both.

She was just opening her mouth to put him in his place when another body suddenly joined her atop the creepy dog's enclosure. It was Allison, and she was very, very close very, very suddenly. She could feel the other woman's clothing brushing against her nearly bare thigh, an arms pass over her exposed stomach. She could feel goosebumps rising on her exposed skin in reply to the contact. People didn't usually touch her in any kind of friendly way. Contact with Isabel was usually confined to combative situations. It was very strange to have someone clinging to her like that.

One of her arms was interlocked with Allison's, both helping to support both bodies on the somewhat awkward perch as well as adding to the little ploy of the ink manipulator's. The sheet of bone she had seated herself on extended to cover the entire top of the cage to accommodate both of their bodies. Normally Isabel was not a cuddler, but with Alli's comment, she got the picture pretty quickly. For the sake of embarrassing the boy, she could cuddle for a little while.

"Boys like you don't get to play with women like us," she said, letting her attention drift back to the absurdly overconfident kid in the cage. She let a grin spread across her face as she watched him, allowing Allison to get as comfortable as she pleased. "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."