Barbarossa's Bitch by Brooks Naomi & Sparrow Angelia

Author:Brooks, Naomi & Sparrow, Angelia [Brooks, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781937058500
Publisher: Storm Moon Press LLC
Published: 2013-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

It was a most uncomfortable day today, diary. We rode into Settlement Fourteen. The locals call it Ar. They've taken a series of fantasy books as their world-guide. And it's not a pretty fluffy unicorn series either. I read a couple back in the day.

Let's tell it as it happened. We rode in, past small houses, and very nicely tilled fields. We saw a lot of workers in the fields, all women, all naked except for large straw hats. The Pack was on edge before we even got to town.

They'd cleared away all the Before stuff, made houses that were more like round huts, and had a well in the center of the village. My first thought was religious nuts, and then I remembered the naked women in the fields.

There were more naked women everywhere, all wearing metal collars. They carried water, worked over cooking fires and in gardens and mended things, clothes and leather. The men patrolled, like jailors or overseers, and sharpened weapons or made arrows.

We saw one man stop a pretty girl, of maybe twenty, who was carrying a water jug, knock the jug from her hands and rape her right against the wall of the house, in full view of us and the other men and women. Barbarossa went all tense at that. I could almost hear his teeth grind.

The girl was left crying with her spilled water jug as the man went on about his way, as casually as if he'd stopped for a leak. She picked up the jug and hurried back to the well. I squeezed my lord and leaned forward. "Let me off to help her, please, Master." He told me I'd need to call him that for this settlement. I like it. It seems to fit, and reassures the Pack that I am just a toy.

He nodded and parked near the well. Before I could get off, he shoved me off and said, loudly, "Help the slave, bitch."

I picked myself up and kept my eyes down. He'd warned me he would have to be cruel to me today, and that I should take nothing personally. It was all a show of strength for the locals.

They practiced a doctrine of male supremacy and strength. Gay was weak in their eyes. The instant one of the wildpack showed any weakness, they would kill us all. So I had to be treated as a woman, as a slave, for this stop. I was strong enough to bear it.

I got the girl's water jug, and filled it. The thing must have weighed forty pounds. I asked, "Where shall I take this?"

She just stared at me, at the cage on my cock and words written on my chest. Then seeming to understand I was her equal and not a master planning a dirty trick on her, she led the way.

If I'd been straight or even bi, I would have been fighting the cage. She led me to the smallest of the round houses, on the edge of town.

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