Towerld Level 0009: The Fay Ministress and the Seductive Slave On the Feminist Floor

By Doctor Deicide

“Rescue the Pluck Princess and Wendy from the feminist floor.”

Hector_1304 utilizes the information provided by Towbie the Twisted to infiltrate into the feminist floor, while dressed in drag unwillingly.

He tries to contact the Fay Ministress, the leader of the feminist floor, to ask her for providing him the crucial assistance. However, she thinks that he is a dangerous enemy intruder, and starts attacking him. Then, a squad of chimeric combatants, known as the Chiborgs, and a seductive slave named Ephemera enter the fray, to make the matters even more complicated. Hector_1304 has to decide, to fight or to run for his life.

While encountering who may be either his allies or enemies, can Hector_1304 survive the adversaries and adversities, one after another? Will he join his female teammates eventually, and then escape from the feminist floor safely?

The rescue mission will shed light on complicating issues pertaining to the reason for the feminist floor and sexism in Towerld.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781329827455

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Towerld Level 0009: The Fay Ministress and the Seductive Slave On the Feminist Floor

Towerld Level 0009: The Fay Ministress and the Seductive Slave On the Feminist Floor

Written by Doctor Deicide

Cover illustration by Polka D

Cover design by Tanya

Copyright © 2016 Doctor Deicide / The BBB: Breakthrough Bandwagon Books

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-329-82745-5

The Overall View of Towerld

Part One

---01---

The plan is ready. The next step is to execute it.

What we need is the one who can put it into action. Do we have the player?

I am the only one who is qualified to make the move. Perhaps, it is the reason why Towbie Rhoentey Malgrokk, the ruler of this barrier-free floor and the leader of the Barrier-free Brigade, is still keeping me alive and teaming up with me.

What I am about to infiltrate into is the level on which the denizens of the barrier-free floor cannot access to. The feminist floor is right below this barrier-free floor. The feminist floor is designed to eliminate physically challenged people and males. It is better for Towbie to dispatch female underlings on the mission, but he does not have an able-bodied female under his command. It is not that I can count on the female squad of the expedition team, because they are the ones to have to be rescued.

To begin with, I have never seen a handicapped female anywhere in my life. (Is it because I am yet to enter a barrier-free floor designated for physically challenged females?) Are such females too ashamed to be seen by others to the level that they end up locking themselves out of the public? Do baby delivery dispensers in obstetrics rooms not even bother providing female handicapped babies in the first place, knowing that people in general do not accept freakish females or female freaks? This is so touchy a subject that I have not asked Towbie or anyone about it. I guess I will find out the truth, once I reach a tier made for female handicapped.

I, known as Hector_1304, happen to be the most appropriate one for this infiltration and rescue mission, relatively speaking. At least, I do not have to hide behind the barrier-free environment. Still, this chief guard of the expedition team cannot just enter the feminist floor without any preparation. Towbie gave me a counterfeit ID card. It says I am a masculine female, named ‘Hectora’. (Really? I think they could have done better than that.) Since having a fake ID card is not convincing enough, I am dressed as a woman in drag (against my will).

Except for the eyes, I am completely covered in a black, robe-like garment named ‘abaya’. According to a cultural document that I read before, females in a unique and conservative cultural sphere (wherever, whatever that is in whenever it was) wore abaya.

It completely hides my skin and the not-so-feminine body line, so I may be able to pretend that I am a legitimate ‘lady’. (That reminds me of my terrible moments. Ugh.)

My life is becoming such a DRAG!

---02---

The operation is dubbed Operation: Rescue the Female Squad. That does not sound too original or sexy, but this is no time for me to care too much about the artistic impression of the serious business. (This operation is no beauty contest full of vanity. This is not about a bunch of judges saying this and that about how many points to give to the contestants.)

The operation is supposed to be very simple. According to Towbie, the female counterparts of the expedition team (Mary Teana Blockheart (the Pluck Princess) and Wendietrea Nevaryt-terp (the postal princess)) are unexpectedly facing the impending doom on the feminist floor. I join the female squad in distress, and bring them to safety to this barrier-free floor (supposed to be safe). That is all there is to it.

However, due to the social structure and the politics involving the feminist floor, Towbie is concocting a rather intricate plan.

---03---

Right now, I (known as Hector_1304) am walking, along with Towbie on his wheelchair, toward the entrance to the stairway (Direct-link Stairway #02) leading downward to the feminist floor. The entire Barrier-free Brigade is following the bespectacled leader and me from behind, so the overall picture appears as if I am one of their leaders. To parade on the rather freakish floor with a bunch of automotive wagons carrying the loads and passengers is quite strange, come to think of it. The gadgets and the passengers are weird, to say the least. (I do not think that their being physically (and mentally) challenged is the only reason for the wickedness.)

A mean mincing mechanized menace, known as Prop-Alla-Din (named Zirsklogte Naledem), is motionless, lying on one of the wagons. (Trying to save the fuel, eh?) I think he is handsome when he is not doing anything. Therefore, he might as well stay put like that until he is cremated (or put out of commission). He is like the meat grinder that I saw on the factory floor. All he does is just shredding the targets. I see little aesthetics to the style. I still admit that I do not want him to be on the antagonizing side of any conflict against me.

The two-headed tandem of the Detachables are walking behind me, without getting any help from a wagon. To be more precise, Belestekoff the Legs is carrying LeMarr the Arms (in a specialized backpack) on the back.

The one with way too many nicknames (such as the Shock Sommelier, the Electric Power In-juicer, the Bolt Dolt, Joltraman, and Joltron) has to keep himself plugged electrically all the time, just to keep himself alive by running his artificial heart. To move around despite the limitation of movement takes a bit of skills. While being plugged, he moves to the direction he wants to take. Before the cord is stretched to the maximum, he plugs the second cord to the closest power outlet. He then unplugs the first cord, and ensue his move to the destination. (He is still plugged.) Before the second (and the plugged) cord is stretched to the maximum, he then connects to the nearest outlet the cord that he has just unplugged a moment ago. The repeat of this pattern allows him to move while being plugged constantly. (This is just so much work! Does he want to keep himself alive, despite this bothersome method of mobilizing himself?)

There is at least one reason why these freaks are not participating in the current operation. Simply put, they cannot do it. Such circus acts cannot possibly stay covert.

These weirdoes work for Towbie, who happens to share a common objective with me for the time being. There is no reason for me to antagonize them. The flip side of the statement is that I do not have to become their friend. Are they my allies or enemies? Since I do not want to have anything to do with them, I might as well become their worst nightmare voluntarily, when the right time comes.

---04---

Here, I would like to present to you my proposal for the operation that you are about to be a part of.

While pinching the temple of the spectacles, Towbie is talking to me about what appears to be an important issue. Is he not content with moving his mobile armchair along with me silently? It is just such a bother to try to talk to him just for the sake of conversation. However, it is also an opportunity for me to siphon vital information from him. I am going to talk to him for that reason, even though I do not quite look forward to the interaction.

So, what is your proposal? I ask.

I am thinking of changing the name for the current operation.

Why the heck do we care about the name of the operation? Does it really matter?