Harem

... Ami liked to play at being an amateur psychiatrist. She flattered herself that she was pretty good, especially at dream interpretation. Most dreams were simply a matter of dealing with issues in our lives.

... The whole bit with Jason turning out to be a monster and the threats to Aaron had to do with her guilt. She was guilty of neglecting her brother for Jason. So Jason had become a monster who threatened Aaron. The fingers? Well MS attacked the extremities first, making them useless but still sensitive to pain. Amputation was a natural symbolic extension of his disease.

... The Harem? Well that had to do with Ami's identity issues. When Aaron first got sick Ami gave up her life as a college student to be his nurse. When he was recovering from his first set back they both started seeing their old friends again. Then he had a new attack. In some ways the second attack was worse, they both gave up some hope then. But he got better again and Ami started to take time for herself. Aaron was out with some of his old friends when he had his third attack. They both gave up to a great extent after that. Ami accepted the fact that she would spend the rest of Aaron's life taking care of him.

... Dating Jason had been a selfish act, being made into just another body in his harem was a reflection of her guilt and her identity issues.

... Agnes' fingers? Uhm, probably an extension of her thoughts about Aaron's amputations.

... The dorm room?

... The bed big enough for five?

... The double header toilet and triple sink?

............

... She sat up, fully awake. She couldn't reason the last parts away. She was naked in the big bed. It was perfectly made except for her strip. The kitchen apron was there but someone must have untied it while she slept (probably kept her from choking herself). But how had she fallen asleep, so deeply asleep?

... The back of her neck hurt. She hurt it some more trying to twist around so she could see it in the mirror. What she saw was a small red spot, like a pimple but she didn't feel a bump, just a spot of dried blood. (When Agnes tried to untie the apron, had she injected her?)

... This place was a trap, a prison. Maybe a very pretty prison but still a prison. It was like some dumb movie on television, the smarmy rich guy, the waking up in a strange place, the nudity?

... Ami began too look around, maybe she'd find a movie camera crew and she'd wake up for real. The room had three beds, it must have been the room she'd seen from the bathroom, which must be behind the only door in the room, between the two single beds.

... The single beds were on either side of the bathroom door. Ami had been sleeping in the center of the huge bed opposite the door. The thing looked like it could sleep four but was made up with five seperate top sheets and no blankets. Didn't they keep slave girls in single beds, or bunks, in the movies?

... There were seven vanities, four on the wall with windows that looked out on the driveway three along the windows that faced the interior garden. There was a door onto a balcony and Ami remembered being brought in that way by Agnes, or Alice, or something.

... Ami had another burn of anger at the thought of the half naked girl who'd gotten her simpathy for her mother with the missing fingers. And the same girl who'd secretly injected Ami with a sedative or something. Ami knew the girl would say she was just doing what Jason had told her to do and that she'd only done it to keep her "Gran" (that was it) from loosing more fingers but Ami wasn't planning on forgiving her.

... She opened the door, it did lead to the bathroom. Ami closed the door again. The only doors to this room either lead out to the garden or to "The Master's Bedroom." It was like this house was designed to be a prison. What if she went out one of the windows, or went downstairs and instead of stupidly going into the garden went out the other way and down the drive?

... Agnes/Alice had said something about being caught climbing a wall. Why hadn't she just run down the drive? Probably because there was a guard and a locked gate. And just where did Ami think she was going to run, naked? She didn't know where she was, not exactly at least. But most places would be better then here.

... Ami picked up the swimsuit. She noticed that the lining had been removed. Swift! The bikini was modest compared to what she'd seen the girls in the garden wearing. She wouldn't have called the bottom a thong and what Ami remembered from the images in the garden, the other girls all wore thongs, when they wore anything. Why was Jason dressing her differently? For she had no doubt that Jason controlled what they all wore.

... Ami didn't want to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, would it matter? Should she let it? How much of this did she buy into? Did she have a choice? If this wasn't a dream Jason had set things so there was no half way. But there was something wrong about Agnes. Ami was determined that she would not become Agnes, what ever that meant.

... She brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror.

... Was this what Jason wanted? And why, if he was as rich as he seemed, couldn't he just pay for it? Why did he have to kidnap and ...?

... Ami chose to examin the vanities. Hers, or at least the one upon which the bikini had been place was empty. Ami paused before invading the privacy of another girl but she felt her need to know more strongly then her sense of ethics. The other vanities were pretty simple. A minimum of hair pins, clips, bands, brushes, combs, etc. Sunscreen, aloe vera, A&D, sex lubricants. They told more by what they didn't have then what they did. No cosmetics per say. No foundations, lipsticks, rouge, etc. No skin creams, shampoos or conditioners, (but they could be stored in the bathroom). And very few personal items, even though personal items made up the majority of the contents of the vanities.

... There were some books and magazines. Some pictures, most taken on the premices Ami guessed. A few tourist like souvenirs and tiny articles of clothing: a scrunchy, a scarf, bracelet. Ami sat down on the edge of the big bed to contemplate what it all meant, for she was sure it meant something.

... Ami got up again before she found the answer, she was still certain the contents or lack of contents in the vanities meant something but she'd realized that she didn't want to be caught sitting on the bed. She didn't want to be caught at all but she didn't want to be caught "lazing" even more.

... She checked her appearance in the mirror again before going out. A few black pubic hairs were creeping out from behind the bikini. Ami found some nail scissors in one of the vanities (didn't Jason know nail scissors are dangerous weapons, or so thinks airport security). A few snips took care of the problem for now but if she had to wear a thong like Agnes' ...

... Ami realized why the pubic patches she'd seen had been so small, because the thongs they wore were so small. (Were the girls wearing thongs on their periods? That was a lot of girls on the rag at once.) Ami had seen stripes, tiny triangles and in one case, nothing at all (though if Ami remembered the "bare" girl looked young enough to perhaps not have grown any body hair yet).

... As Ami spread her legs to check for more hairs Ami realized that pubic patches she had seen all ended above the vulva. They'd all had "Playboys," bare labias. That wasn't a grooming necessity. Jason had obviously made a mistake with Ami, she wasn't "sophisticated" enough for this crowd. Or were the bare labias a Jason requirement?

... Ami was determined she wasn't going to use a raizer anywhere near her labia. She was going to be out of here before it came to that. But she wasn't going to make any progress in here anymore so again she prepared to go outside.

... Ami stepped out onto the balcony. She couldn't see Jason or David. The garden was beautiful. It seemed like there weren't so many girls in the pool and something else was missing but she wasn't sure what.

... Ami made her way down the stairs and to the pool where Agnes was sleeping in the sun.

... Agnes awoke when Ami's shadow fell on her. "Oh, hi. Do you feel better?"

... "Yes. Uh Agnes did you give me a shot or something?"

... "It was to help you sleep. It was just-"

... "Don't do it again. I don't like being manipulated. I can make my own decisions, all right?"

... Agnes was caught. "Jason-"

... "I don't care what Jason did. Jason wasn't in the room, it was just you and me. We have to be able to trust each other." She let that hang in the air. Ami knew she was putting Agnes in a terrible spot but she didn't care. If Agnes tricked her like that again Ami might take a couple of her Grandmother's toes herself.

... Then Agnes said something that Ami thought at first was a sign of mental instability. "Jason wants me to have my nipples pierced." Ami had no idea how this was related. She personally was against cutting into healthy flesh for anything (of course she'd had her ears pierced when she was a kid but nipples ...). Agnes' breasts were on the small side and her aureoles were rather prominent. About the diameter of a fifty cent piece and as thick as two put together. Agnes' nipples were on the large side, Ami guessed if any one might be a candidate for nipple piercing it would be Agnes but it still made her uneasy.

... Ami was staring at Agnes' nipples and hadn't noticed that Agnes had pulled aside her thong to reveal her bare vulva. "He had my labia pierced a couple months ago."

... Ami looked down and could just see a silver ring on one side protruding from her vulva. That really disgusted Ami. Agnes replaced her thong. Her face held shame. "I do what ever I'm told now. My Gran is the only person who ever did anything for me, without demanding something in return."

... That last qualifier Ami realized was directed at her. She wouldn't be able to trust Agnes, no matter how much she threatened her or her Grandmother. She'd seen the beast and Ami didn't stand a chance of scaring her.

... "But, if we're ever going to get out of here we have to stick together."

... "I don't think you can convince everybody that's a good idea."

... "What do you mean? Have you tried to work together?"

... "No they haven't but that's because not all of us want to leave." Ami turned to see who was speaking.

... It was a big blonde woman in the pool. She had her arms around a brunette in front of her. Both had large breasts, the brunette's had an artificial perfectness about them. (They were nicely rounded and sat higher on her chest. The blonde's were equally large but "heavier" - although they seemed to float.)

... "You like it here?"

..."That's Beth and Cheryl." Beth was the brunette and appeared to be the younger of the two.

... "What's not to like? Free food, good bed, clothes, friends."

... "And what about your freedom?"

... "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." This came from a very tan woman on a chase lounge.

... She had perfect breasts, perfect bush, perfect dark all over tan, (perhaps too dark) dark blonde hair. It was difficult to tell just by looking at her but as she spoke and moved it became clear she was the oldest.

... Ami meant to only glance but she couldn't help staring. "Give'm a rest girl or you'll wear them out."

..."I'm sorry, it's just, you look familiar."

..."Oh now she tries flattery, be careful girl. It'll get you everything ... at least with me."

..."No I mean you really look familiar."

..."Humph. Maybe." The woman hadn't even looked at Ami.

... Agnes filled in as Ami's guide again. "Gina used to be on the beauty circuit."

... "Skin care products?"

... "Cute, I hate her already."

... "Oh, I didn't mean-"

... Gina is dismissively waving her away. "No, she was in beauty pageants, bikini contests. She was miss this, miss that."

... "Miss July, Miss November."

... "She was in Playboy and Penthouse."

... "And half a dozen other raunchier ones." This from the brunette in the pool, Beth? or Cheryl?

... "She was very big in Europe and did a bunch of videos and commercials."

... "And now I've retired here."

... "Gina dear, I think you're done for the day."

... For the first time she looks around. She glances down at her body under her sunglasses. "Thank you Beth dear." She reaches into her bag and brings out a bottle of baby oil. "Would you be a dear Cheryl?" she says, waving the bottle.

... Beth and Cheryl look at each other. Cheryl gets out of the pool, naked, and pulls on a thong before going over to Gina and rubbing the baby oil into her dark skin. (All of the girls seem to have the same tan line, a small triangle over their tail bone.) Gina seems to really enjoy it. Beth seems not to.

... Ami finds herself watching this "oiling" inspite of herself (the sunglasses made it like Gina couldn't notice her staring). Once the front is glistening Gina turns over. Cheryl works her way down. Gina opens her legs. Her ass is perfect too, not tight but not in the least flabby. Cheryl's fingers slip between the cheeks, she oils Gina's anus outside and in. Gina moans in pleasure.

... Cheryl's fingers slip between the lips of Gina's labia. Gina squirms, grasping the cushion tightly and spreading her legs farther. Cheryl knows what she is doing. Everyone watches Gina enjoying herself.

... Twenty minutes later Gina can't hold it any longer and she writhes on the lounge. Performance over Gina sits up. She kisses Cheryl while pulling delicately on one nipple. Gina pulls back and Ami sees that she and Cheryl are tongue wrestling. Gina breaks contact, "I'll take care of you two later." Gina pulls on her sheer blouse and goes inside.

... Cheryl strips off her thong and climbs back into the pool where she sets about placating Beth.

... Ami nods to Beth and Cheryl. Agnes responds, "They're lovers. They met here. Cheryl's been here about three years, Beth only a year. Cheryl was on drugs, Jason got her dried out and got a family to adopt her son. Beth ... Jason makes sure the police can't find her. Neither of them were into women until they were here for awhile. I guess it happens. Jason doesn't care as long as he comes first. Beth and Cheryl like to do him together."

... Ami is trying to re-asses. "Jail? I guess everybody has a story."

... "Here they do." Ami looks around. Beth and Cheryl are kissing heavily. She can see through the windows into what looks like a rec room. "We've known your story for over a year."

... "What?"

... "Here let me show you around." Agnes leads her into the lounge where some of the women were watching TV with drinks. "We've got satellite TV with 500 channels."

... Gina looks up, "Yeah, all bad." (That's what Aaron would have said.)

... "We've got really fast internet connections." Then in a whisper, "But no e-mail." Agnes goes behind the bar. "Can I get you something to drink, we've got everything."

... Gina throws her two cents again, "But you're not supposed to get wasted."

... "No, thanks. You said no e-mail. I noticed the phones. So is there no way we can get a message out?"

... Agnes seems agitated, "Don't even try it. David and Frank ..."

... "What? David and Frank what?"

... Agnes leans over the bar and in a whispers says, "I think they like to hurt people, don't give them an excuse." (That's it) Agnes stands up again and uses a soda gun to pour herself something yellow (Mountain Dew?).

... "David and Frank-"

... "They work for Jason."

... "I guessed. How do they get paid? Do you have to ..."

... "Oh no." Another conspirital whisper, "I don't think they're into that."

... ("That" that's an interesting way to put it.) "What about Jason's friends?"

... Gina again, "We're his friends. And I mean that exclusively."

... Another girl pipes up eagerly, "Except for Chucky."

... "Chucky?"

... Gina, "The UPS boy. He gets a tip. He makes a delivery almost everyday."

... "That's a lot of tipping."

... "Yes, I expect Jason saves a fortune on his parcel post."

... Ami doesn't know if she should believe Gina but that other girl threw in Chucky and Agnes is nodding. "Is there a designated tipper?"

... "No, we all do our part. Just like with the chores."

... Ami isn't sure at this point what "chores" might include.

... Gina laughs, "Around the house dear, and that too."

... (Great!) "This is sexual slavery, what happened to the fourteenth amendment?" Ami meant it as a joke but apparently someone didn't take it that way.

... "There ain't no fourteenth amendment for women." Ami looks around. The words sounded like Gina but Gina is rolling her eyes. A tall raven haired woman stands up.

... Her breasts are high, separated and perfectly round, like they were dumped there by an ice cream scoop. Her torso is long and perfectly flat. She looks like you could bend her over a stool and she could not only hold her body perfectly ridged but probably be able to do a kind of push ups with only her stomach muscles. Her hips are two small lumps with sharp lines down to her crotch where a tiny black mustache crowns her mound of Venus. (Ami wondered if she could wiggle it like Charlie Chaplin.)

... She used a voice that could have carried across a large meeting hall, filled with people, the lounge was far too small for it. "Blacks, including black women, earned their freedom from whites in 1863 but women will never gain their freedom from men. Do you know how long the Equal Rights Amendment languished waiting to be ratified? Fourteen years, seven is the normal length of time but it was extended and still couldn't be ratified. Do you know how many proposed amendments have never been ratified?"

... "No honey we don't and we don't really care."

... "It was the men who dominate the politics in this country who weren't going to deny themselves and sign it. No way! Why should they? Especially when most women eagerly support the status quo." This of course directed at her heckler.

... "What does every little girl want to do? Get married. And they were taught this value by their mother's. They've been co-opted. You know who invented marriage? Men, to ensure the children they were providing for were really theirs and not some other jerk's. See it's always been an issue of possession.

... "You know what a wedding ring is? Its a brand, this one's owned. What does a woman get out of marriage? Security? A roof over her head? Food? Clothes? And what does she give for it? Sex, babies. A whore gets the same deal without the security but she's free to fuck who ever she pleases.

... "You know nature has a good way to tell you how valuable an individual is. In a wolf pack there's always the Alpha male, the biggest, the strongest, the smartest. He can mate with any bitch in the pack he wants because his genes are best. Bitches normally have multiple births so you only need one male, one or two back ups and the rest of the pack can all be bitches. You don't need no other ... what ever a male dog is."

... "Stud."

... "Yeah, well, you don't need no other studs. Just a group of females and three males. That's how unimportant the male dog is. Now with women, multiple births are so rare as to be a statistical anomaly. So you need a lot more females to preserve the society but how many more men do you need? One, same number, one and a couple of back ups.

... "On the Titanic-"

... This produces groans.

... "How many people on the Titanic? A couple thousand. And it was, 'save the women and children.' You didn't need to save but one or two men. A couple of thousand! That gives you an idea of how important men are, not at all."

... Ami was thinking you could argue just the opposite, how important was a drone bee compared to the queen? But she didn't dare interrupt this woman and what she was saying obviously was a reflection of their own situation, were they drones to Jason's king or were they bitches to his stud?

... "So men are scared, they have to protect themselves or be gleaned from the herd. They're bigger and stronger and way back they used that to put themselves in charge. Then they developed social conventions to ensure and enshrine their role. So now we're being dominated by a minority, its just like South Africa."

... She lost Ami for awhile on the South Africa thing. The next thing Ami knew the girl was slapping her abdomen and pointing to her mustache.

... "I've got a pussy, I need to be filled. Beth, Cheryl and Gina may have the best tongues and fingers in the world but I still need a cock.

... "You know some people think I'm one of those Bio/Feminists, that I'll say God is really a woman. God is not a woman, no woman would perform the sick, perverted joke of giving women multiple orgasms and men only the ability to come one, maybe three times - a day. That's sick, design the biology so you only need one man for a thousand women, design the psychology so you need a hundred men to keep each woman satisfied. (A hundred?) That's a cruel joke.

... "If women were in charge we'd not only make viagra legal but required. What have we got here? A dozen women? And we each need it, three, four times a day? A dog would take care of us, a bull would take care of us-"

... "I don't like it bully style."

... General laughter, Ami couldn't tell who'd said it but she said many silent, thanks. The strident woman went on but she'd lost Ami. Ami had decided she did need a drink. "You got any CC and Seven back there Agnes?"

... "Yes."

... "You got any water glasses?"

... "Yes."

... "Then fill up a water glass with CC and Seven. All the way up." Ami couldn't argue with the woman on most points but she wasn't right either. It was more complicated then what she was saying and ... "Agnes, who is that girl?"

... "She's Persephone."

... "Persephony?"

... "Uh huh. She's been here about five years I guess. She and Gina have been here the longest."

... "Why? I mean with an attitude like that, what keeps her here?"

... "No one knows, but Jason's got something on her. He does on everybody. But she never has anything but kind words for him, even among us."

... Now that was perplexing. "What was that you said about knowing my story for a year?"

... "I'll show you."