Job Satisfaction

The sweaty and clammy dungeon-troll loves it when a beautiful, young woman visits one of his prisoners in the stuffy and claustrophobic, underground dungeon cells in order to humiliate him with her pretty boots and socks.

Don’t get me wrong – the troll gets enormous job satisfaction out of beating and clubbing the prisoners himself. He revels in the sound of the repeated thud thud of his heavy bone club on his prisoners’ backs, and their concomitant gasps for air and for mercy. But he derives even more enjoyment from seeing a prisoner humbled at a pair of female feet, especially when those feet are clad in cosy, sheepskin boots and thick, brown, creased bootsocks on a warm and sticky summer’s day.

The dungeon troll himself is innumerate, but he will nevertheless quiz the prisoner-slave over the number of stitches in the girl’s socks after she has gone and, having then deemed whatever answer the slave gives to be wrong, will gleefully batter and bruise him across his kneeling back with his heavy bone club, relishing the prisoner’s pleas for mercy and forgiveness. He may even hold one of his own sweaty, bare feet up to the prisoner’s face and demand that he kiss it!

Yes – this will make the dungeon-troll’s day, and there’s nothing the stupid prisoner-slave can do about it, because the troll is in a position of absolute power over him, and is better than him.

Meanwhile the young woman will be able to boast to her friends about how she made a prisoner-slave kiss her dirty boots and admire her socks – and that she actually got paid for doing so by the Gynarchy prison authorities. She will doubtless then spend the money on a round of celebratory drinks for her mates at uni, at or around the same time as the prisoner is being mercilessly pummelled by his dungeon-troll master sir’s mighty bone club, all for supposedly disrespecting her socks by not estimating the correct number of stitches in them. Yes, she too derives enormous job satisfaction from her new part-time job as a Gynarchy prison visitor!












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