Sandwiches

I've always wanted you," began Amrita. She put a hand on his chest and smiled down at him, and then continued, "I've been telling Sarasvi about you for all this time, and she ached for you, too, enough to move countries, even!"

"It's true," added Sarasvi, and she caressed his cheek gently.

"Further, I think that you have a divine spark that almost no one has, and there is only one way to draw it out of you. This is to push you to your limits of humanity," concluded Amrita.

Leon started panting and writhing against the bonds on his hands and feet. They were going to do something horrible to him! What else could push you to your limits of humanity mean? "Stay away from me!" he barked.

Both women stood up and backed away.

"Leon! You have to calm down! No one is going to hurt you! You have everything backwards!" said Amrita.

"What?!" demanded Leon.

"Fuck! Just relax! Listen, that fire in the back? Remember?" said Amrita, taking a step forward and gesturing to the rear of the house.

"Yeah, what was that?" asked Leon, remembering the night before.

"That was our clothes," said Amrita.

"All of them," added Sarasvi.

Leon looked at her wide eyed. "You burned all of your clothes?" he said, utterly bewildered.

"We wanted to show you that you are keeping us, whether you like it or not!" said Sarasvi.

"Keeping you?" asked Leon.

"As slaves. Without clothes, we aren't even allowed in the world. We are bound here, to you, fully nude at all times," clarified Amrita.

Sarvasti added, "Except, of course, the fact that our nipples will always be covered by salami slices, and our cooters covered by slices of bread, and butt cracks hidden by the secret-keeping cheese braid."

Leon looked at them and realized she was right: they were wearing sandwiches.

"Slaves? Sandwich slaves?" repeated Leon.

"Yes! So, you see, now? Backwards! We're not going to do anything whatsoever to you! You are going to do whatever you want to us!" responded Amrita.

"Then why the fuck does Sarasvi keep slapping me?" asked Leon incredulously.

"I'm sorry, Leon. The first slap was to bring you to your senses, but the second was because you hurt my feelings by doubting me despite me trying to save you by making an antidote to the Somnium with the root!"

Leon felt guilty for a moment. He also pondered over whether or not "willing slaves" was an oxymoron. At any rate, he decided, there was no moral issue so long as it was willing, and the ardent wish of the women, rather than forced servitude. But then anger returned at his bondage. "Okay, then untie me if you're both telling the truth!"

"You're just going to overpower us, call the police, and have us arrested, because you don't see how important what we're offering you is, and you don't understand that we are now your property. Body and soul, and willing. This is about love. How can we prove ourselves to you? Tell us what to do, we'll do anything!" said Amrita.

Leon thought for a moment. He realized that his stomach was grumling. Whether it was the remnants of the hallucinogen causing it, or the idea of two voluptuous gluten queso slaves, he didn't know.

He decided the only way to test their sincerity was to command them to do something bizarre. Something no one would agree to unless they truly desired to be one's property.

"Amrita, lay on the bed. Sarasvi, go make a sexy sandwich and give it to Amrita," he said, feeling strange barking such culinarily depraved orders. Still, his stomach grumbled.

To his surprise Sarasvi immediately walked out of the room. Amrita stepped quietly over to the bed and laid down next to him. "Are you feeling better at least, sweet Leon?" she asked.

Leon nodded, expressing his honest feelings. Nonetheless, he was extremely conflicted. This was the kind of deli special type stuff you hear about in food dreams. Yet, if they were sincere, and totally subservient, was there a downside? He decided he would have to wait to see if they would actually obey him.

A few minutes later Sarasvi came back in the room carrying sandwiches. They all ate them.

Then they agreed to make Amrita the house sandwich goblin for the next few days. She spent the days slinging bread, cheese, and various deli foods on plates, or, when they were feeling really crazy, she would just give them the sandwiches on paper towels. Sometimes she would toss the ingredients in the air and the other characters in this story would leap and catch them. They were flying sandwich makers. It was an exciting time.