She was both in charge of making sure the girls understood their “duties” and managing the logistics of the harem. Since she had gotten very little educationÑprior to the Fall there was no strict need to learn to even write your nameÑmanaging the accounts associated with the girls’ supplies was a day-to-day nightmare. Especially since it all had to be done by hand and Christel could not get the same number twice in a row if she had to add two plus two.

She had taken that frustration out on the girls and they had, in turn, passed it on. When Megan had arrived, conditions had been vicious. The girls knew better than to do permanent or disfiguring damage, but they took out their boredom and frustration in other ways, many of them sexual and all of them cruel.

Megan had dealt with that aspect of the life rather quickly. Her father had trained her intensively in almost lost arts of self-defense; he had seen protection fields fail from “personal” reasons too many times to fully trust them. But a blow to the gut was a blow to the gut.

So the “new girl” had not been the soft touch the regulars had come to expect. She had kept the ability more or less secret, only pointing it out a couple of times to the “Alpha Bitches” in the group. But with them firmly under control, the rest didn’t dare bother her.

Managing Christel had been harder. But as soon as Megan showed that she was more than capable of doing the “logistic” end, Christel had turned the books over to her with an almost audible sigh of relief. Using that wedge Megan had slowly, more or less, taken over the harem. To the point that from time to time she even gave Christel orders.

So that aspect of the life had gotten better. Recognizing that the biggest problem in the harem was boredom she had cajoled Christel into running exercise classes. These led to more structured learning in sewing, singing, musical instruments. Anything to pass the time and give the girls something to do other than bicker and play “practical jokes” on one another.