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Fred paused a moment to let that sink in. A slave. A man slave. Here he was - a virile knight of the realm, in his prime. A Lord in his own right. But more than that...a man. A man's man. A man trapped in a man's body. A man in a man's Hell - the hand he'd been dealt - a man's smell pervading as he fanned himself furiously. Boy, he was a man. "Are you quite alright?" Astra asked as they trotted along. "I'm a MAN!" Fred exclaimed, jolted back into the present. He made a wide, charismatic, sweeping gesture with his right arm as he did so."Precisely," she agreed. "Good," yawned one of the others with a forceful poke to his ribcage. "NOW GET BACK TO MARCHING!!!!!" Fred was genuinely shocked by the violence in her spear thrust and the rage in her voice."Now, now," he heard Astra consuling her sisters. "Be careful with this one. We want him to remain functional for at least a few days! Remember what happened to the last one..." There were a number of remorseful "oohs" and "ahhhs" and other shellshocked remembrances from amongst his nubile captors."What!?" exclaimed a black, glistening, well toned young thing from their midst. "Don't look at ME! It wasn't MY fault!!! He was pretty! And yes - I got a little...carried away..." "Carried away, Persia? Carried away?" Astra repeated, agast. "YOU...
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