Chapter Seven
The Lords of Discipline
It was one warm lazy afternoon, as we lounged about in his tent, that Kimar began to tell me about his unique line of work. He was a lonely man, with no one to talk to for long months on end, except for the slaves, and the rather dull louts he employed as overseers. So when he was in his cups with me at his side, an “intelligent man-of-the-world,” as he called me, he seemed to want to talk. Kimar was justly proud of his reputation as purveyor of the finest s*x slaves to the greatest city in the world, and he wanted me to understand that maintaining that reputation was a constant struggle. It was a sometimes intolerable burden to keep up the increasing demands for both quantity and quality that were insisted upon by the demanding clientele of that ins
