Authors: Darryl T. Mallard
“We don’t intend to stay here long, lady,”
said Tamara frankly.
“Indeed, we mean to settle in the capital. But I accept your offer graciously. I am curious though, you say you like my son…in what way?”
Sonja chuckled.
“You know. I was born two hundred years ago, before the ‘Mavie’ had spread this far. I like men. These wretches are not men though, not anymore. Although,”
she said looking at the youth who had quarreled with the girl and been freed of his collar,
“that one shows promise.”
“I am surprised,”
said Tamara.
“You don’t seem to like the new order now, yet you are part of it?”
Sonja shrugged.
“My people chose this way. I must do as they wish. Besides, it does have some advantages. In any case, that boy cannot be allowed to run free without a leash. He has already proven to be a bad example for our young men.”
Tamara chuckled, that was what she was counting on.
“Very well then,”
she said,
“but good luck getting a collar on Barrat, especially after what he just saw.”
Tamara looked at Barrat. “My son, we will remain here for a time.”
“I have no wish to stay in this place!” said Barrat, with only partial conviction as he continued to look hungrily at Chieftess Sonja. Unnoticed by him, several of the young women (despite what they were taught) were looking at
him
the same way.
“Please come along,” said Sonja. “I will find you a place to stay. Indeed you may find a place in my own home,” she said, winking at Barrat. “Oh and by the way, you people need to wear some clothes…at least below the waist in civilized society. You may get away with this look out here, but not in any major city anywhere east of the Great Forest Kingdom, accept Melmoria…At least not anymore.”
Somewhere a mind spoke to Sonja.
“Your unnatural itch in your privates for males is making you careless!”
Sonja snorted in disgust.
“You and I have VERY different opinions on what is and what is not unnatural where sexual tastes are concerned, Mary. And I know what I’m doing. Yes, I do want to wrap my thighs around that boy (chuckle) and I’m not the only one. But I also know that once I’ve screwed him to exhaustion he’ll, like every male on two or more legs, will want to go right to sleep. That’s when I’ll slip a control collar on the little scrapper without anyone getting hurt or even killed. Then…I’ll keep him for myself. He’ll sire very strong and healthy young. And from what I’m looking at now, I’m going to enjoy every minute of it!”
“Overcoming males in such a way is not the Mavie way!”
snarled the one called Mary.
“If you were truly Mavie you would have no interest in that male or his disgusting over-sized part. You would crush that impudent cub and prove the superiority of women. At least allow me to do it.”
Sonja laughed.
“I do not call myself Mavie, fool! I but lead them! As for his manhood, one must always have the proper tool for the right job, no? I’m a very big girl (giggle). You annoy me, Mary. And ooohhh how I would love to see you try and subdue and collar THAT boy! I’d enjoy seeing your dismembered body strewed all over this village square even more. The child literally radiates power, woman! The only reasons I won’t allow you to commit certain suicide by attacking him is that, one, these fools are almost certain to try and aid you once he starts ripping you limb from limb. Being chief, that will force me to die with the rest of you. And two, if the worst doesn’t happens he’ll still at least beat you and the rest of us to within an inch of our lives and then escape. My way is the best and certainly the safest way to go. Now piss-off!”
With that crushing argument the matter was closed. Sonja looked at Tamara and Barrat who were following. They were none the wiser, and then the boy whom Barrat had freed ran in front of him and fell to his knees.
“Brother! I swear loyalty! Where you go, I will follow!” Sonja didn’t like the look or sound of that one bit. Barrat hadn’t been in this village even an hour and already he had freed a young male and gained a loyal subordinate all in one stroke. Both males were feral and from what she had begun to see earlier, the first boy was fed up with kissing women’s asses. Many of the other young males also seemed impressed by the newcomer, but still were not ready to cross the line. The first boy could wait. Once the big stranger was taken care of, the others would lose any strange ideas they might have.
“Go home boy,” said Sonja coldly to the first boy. “You are of this village. You aren’t going anywhere.” Several of the young girls laughed, but quickly stopped as the youth turned and barred his fangs. The collar was off and they didn’t seem as sure of themselves now, at least not all of them. The young girl whom he had been arguing with was glaring at him as he turned away. The youth then followed Tamara and Barrat from a distance.
******
Oh GODDESS, that was gooood! The boy…learns fast!
Chieftess Sonja had not been disappointed. Aside from the expected quick ending of their first round all had went even better than expected. Barrat had even greater strength and stamina than she had anticipated. Indeed, for once,
she
was happily exhausted. Her last orgasm was a particularly powerful one and she was finding it very difficult to get herself together. The youth was finally getting sleepy, but unfortunately, so was she.
Idiot!
She mentally chided herself,
don’t fall asleep yet! Once he’s collard you’ll be able to have this and better forever! He is strong. But I’ll be teaching him more of the fine art of technique after this. Thank you Creator for sending this cub my way!
Sonja thought about the near all night love-play and shook her head. The youth was incredibly powerful, she was right to go this road. That fool Mary would have gotten herself and who knows how many of their women killed trying to overcome him with might. Then there was the boy’s mother and…yes, the village boy, Terrence.
He
would have absolutely joined the fight, and free of his collar he might prove troublesome alone. With the other two fighting as well it would have been a disaster! Sonja smiled as she rolled over and began to rub the now drifting Barrat’s chest, her hand wandered lower and she giggled.
The right tool for the job indeed! And now it’s all mine. The mother may be a problem, but I’ll convince her to let me keep him. Collar or no collar, this child will NEVER bow enough to survive in Mavie city. Those reversed and cruel bitches will be forced to kill him. Don’t worry, my lord. I shall treat you so well that you’ll never want to leave!
Certain that Barrat was now concerned only with sleep, Sonja rose gently and left the room. She didn’t dare leave the control collar in her private chambers for fear he might somehow discover it and she wouldn’t budge until she was certain he was out or at least so contented that he was off guard, and she was right. But favors are repaid in strange ways and the youth had made a loyal ally in Terrence.
“Brother! Brother!”
Barrat could hear a familiar voice pulling him back from sleep.
“Don’t fall asleep with that cow! Beware treachery! Women strike at men in the most dastardly of ways…usually when they are asleep! Beware!”
Barrat immediately became awake at this and realized that Sonja had left, her scent was near though and he could hear her moving around. How did his new friend know exactly when to contact him? But then again, they had been making a lot of noise. Once it stopped… Had this guy been quietly and patiently hiding somewhere all this time? Where was he? But that would wait. A quick mental reply of gratitude and Barrat quickly terminated the mental conversation.
When Sonja returned she stopped up short in surprise. Barrat had taken on his half-human form. Now an eight feet tall mass of bone and muscle he snored softly. Sonja sighed. There was no way she would get that collar around his massive neck. In that form his senses were no doubt greatly increased as well. She was certain that his muscular density and regenerative abilities made him impervious to almost any weapon a mutant would use without the loss of honor.
Damn!
She mentally cursed to herself.
He must have transformed in his sleep! Oh well. I’m tired. I’d better put this thing back and get some sleep myself. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.
Sonja left and Barrat chuckled to himself. Through only partially closed eyelids he had seen the collar. He owed the other kid big time. In but a moment Sonja returned and curled up next to him. She giggled out loud, “He’s so warm. It’s like a fur coat!” and soon she was sound asleep.
Barrat chuckled again. His huge hand absently caressed the woman’s ample backside. She giggled and smiled in her sleep and snuggled even closer to him.
Well, at least I know she wasn’t trying to kill me,
he thought.
I’ll have to thank my friend later. He’s in a tight spot too no doubt. I’m sure they’ll try and get another collar on him again. Humph! Not going to happen! Not while I’m around.
Barrat looked at Sonja fondly.
I have no desire to stay among these strange people, but…I might stick around a little longer.
Sonja seemed different from the other females in this place, but she was still sneaky.
Well, sneaky or not, Sonja had been
very
nice to Barrat. He hadn’t realized how or why he had been so uncomfortable and cranky at times until after he’d coupled with this female. Sonja had helped him out and taught him something new. She promised him more lessons later, and even though he now knew she was up to no good, Barrat wasn’t ready drop out of school just yet. But he still wouldn’t let his guard down around her again.
******
“It’s been two weeks! Why isn’t he wearing a collar yet?”
Sonja rolled her eyes. The council was becoming impatient and the situation was getting troublesome. Three more boys had been freed of their collars by the newcomer. “Because I haven’t been able to get one on him,” she said in exasperation. “The boy shifts to his alternative shape in his sleep. This I believe is not by chance. And now he even sleeps in the Men’s House with the other village males, making it even more complicated to collar him.”
“This is becoming serious,” said Mary. “He is becoming a bad influence on many of our males. The boy Terence has especially been influenced by him. He now refuses to bow in our presence and even has physically resisted all efforts to re-collar him. The girl Annie was badly mauled by him when she tried and the rest were driven back when the big new boy and his growing pack arrive and came to his aid. I say we must act! Together we have the power to overcome him by force! It should have been done right from the start!”
“Having seen this boy around the village and what he can do? Does anyone in this room think that this would have been a
good
idea?” said Sonja. There was no answer. “I didn’t think so.” Barrat had brought back a full grown ceerius that he had taken down single handedly in the forest. It was his way of payment for their hospitality. Everyone was happy for the meat, but this was also a glimpse as to what the boy’s true power must be like. Sonja was certain that the form she had seen already was only his transitional one. She wasn’t in a hurry to see the full transformation. “We will be patient. We will wait for an opportunity. I have the boy well in hand right now. Well…as far as can be hoped for.” One of the women snickered at this. Sonja grinned. “Yes, I have many things of his well in hand. I am enjoying myself immensely and so is he. By now he absolutely MUST know I am trying to capture him, yet he remains. This little game is quite fun for both of us. Indeed, I do believe that some of you are jealous.”
Several of the women looked at each other. Chieftess Sonja’s cries of passion could often be heard clearly during the night…and sometimes the day in various out of the way places in the village. Most of
their
men had little real spirit. It was usually stamped out or suppressed early on. Others had evolved into the sort of man that few women would find appealing except for those who got pleasure from dishing out abuse. Most men of the Mavie were used sexually only to procreate. Some women
did
like men, but they used them in such a way that made it clear who was in charge and not for mutual enjoyment. This was now proved to be a negative rather than a plus.
“Can’t we just take over his mind?!” said one woman.
“It was tried,” replied another woman rubbing her temple, “but his mind is too strong. It was like slamming into a wall.”
Sonja’s eyebrows rose at this. “I wasn’t consulted about this. Trying to claim my prize, Suzan?”
The other woman smirked. “Just trying to serve my people,” she said. Then she added mentally,
“And get a little acting for myself!”
Sonja shook her head and grinned. “We will try to figure something less dangerous out before resorting to violence. As things are now, it would take all of our warriors just to fight him. It may be simpler to just send him away. But I think you all agree his service and genes would benefit our people if he was bound to us.” There was a unanimous murmur of agreement at this.
******
“Ho there.”
Barrat looked up and saw a young woman looking down at him. “What is it? I’m trying to take a nap,” he replied.