Chapter Fifteen
“A fascinating story, Captain. You’ll be pleased to know that we likewise work our males very nicely. What you’re watching is the entire existence, the only meaningful deed, the raison d’etre for a spiritless group who just could not properly achieve the desired level of the subservient enthusiasm we require.
“They sleep, eat, labor and endure the whip. Otherwise there is nothing. Not a sight to behold; not a sound to be heard.”
Miss Beatrice turns to look at me, seeming to drag her eyes from the riveting display of male debasement, torment and feminine superiority.
“Whether you are assigned here or serve in a more enlightening capacity could be the last thing you control... or perhaps I should suggest the last thing you influence. You have all the physical attributes r
