Drunken Power
Late at night, a superb young woman of the Gynarchy – A Gynarchy Goth-mistress – drunken with power, mocks me in the town pillory by taunting me with her can of beer and asking me if I’m thirsty and would I like a drop? Of course, she has no intention of sharing her beer with me. And rightly so, for I’m just a slave!
Meanwhile, a Gynarchy magistrate master-sir looks on approvingly
at her merciless taunting and teasing of me.
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| Taunting me in the pillory... | 
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| ...by faux-offering me a can of cold beer! | 
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| To be honest, I'd much rather taste the sweat from her socks... | 
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| ...the sweat of a Gynarchy goth-girl! | 
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| Hallowed sweat! | 
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| She sticks her tongue out at me, thereby displaying her disrespect for me | 
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| Meanwhile, a Gynarchy magistrate master-sir looks on at the young woman's drunken antics with tacit approval | 
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| He enjoys seeing prisoner-slaves in the pillory mocked and taunted by the townsfolk | 
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| I'll wager the unfortunate slave wishes he could lap up the goth-girl's shoeleather! | 
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| Such a pretty girl... | 
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| ...drunk with power! | 
 
 
