FMS/Tales from a raider/FS-Bitch1
From Create Your Own Story
"Hey pretty lady," the raider states as you approach her. "Need company?"
While you have had male and female lovers, the idea of company from her holds no appeal for you.
"No thanks," you tell her. "I just want to know a bit about you."
She spreads her legs, revealing her bushy busy, and raw vagina. "Sure you not want...something?" She says. "I could help you. I bet you taste real nice."
You shake your head no. "Sorry, I am not here for that. I want to know about you, about your life, your band, your society."
She lets out a cackle. "I bet you have gentle men. Men who make you happy. Lay you down all sweet, gently, gently inside you."
You shake your head, not wanting to discuss your sex life with this girl.
"Let me start with your name. What is your name?"
"Bitch." She says simply.
You blink. "Hey, I asked a simple question. What is your name?"
"My name be bitch." she says. You look at her, puzzled, but finally understand she was not calling you a bitch, but was simply telling you her name.
"But, why bitch?"
"Because that is what I am called. My name bitch."
She pauses, smiling, legs still spread. "Take off them pants. I is good at lick lick. Pretty lady tastes nice."
You sigh. "No, I want to discuss you, and your band. I want to understand your society."
She laughs. "You want discuss all them things, you best talk to leader. He be good at discuss all them things, not bitch. I be good at licking pretty lady. You no like lick, I can give show." She starts masturbating in front of you. You look away, disgusted.
"Please stop. Pull your furs back down." You notice out of the corner of your eye that she complies, pulling her fingers away from her vagina and pulling her furs down to cover herself again. At least as much as she can, given how short they are.
"Why you want to know me? I am just bitch."
"Because, I would like to understand raiders better. Why they refuse to move into the settlements, and follow set rules. I mean, how do you survive? With all the mutated creatures out in the world, ready to kill you. With food hard to find. Why stay isolated? I know settlements have rules, but wouldn't that be better than risking death?"
She looks at you, and you can see from her expression that she does not seem to understand.
"Let me start simply. How did you join this band?"
Bitch's expression changes, and her eyes scrunch, like she was trying to stop herself from crying.
"I born raider."
"How does that happen? Tell me about it."
Then, she starts talking, and telling me her story.
Bitch's mother was a raider slave, captured on a raid against a group of travelers.
When her mother wasn't being raped by the raiders, she was responsible for assisting with repair and creation of the raiders clothing. A tailor of sorts.
Bitch was the daughter of one of those rapes. No one is sure who her father is, or if he is one of the many raider bodies littering their path. Since most of the men took turns using the women, figuring out which was the correct one is impossible.
Her mother died when she was only 6 years old. She watched the entire thing take place.
The raider that raped her mother choked women while he fucked them. Normally he stopped before they passed out, but sometimes he did not. They had just finished a deadly fight with a Yao guai, so adrenaline was running high. It had attacked their camp. After it was killed, he took her, right there, to "celebrate". Only, he went too far. Crushed her throat in the middle of the fucking. At first, he thought she had just passed out, so started slapping her to try to wake her up. Her blue face stared at him, dead eyes seeing nothing, as he vainly tried to wake her up. Eventually, others came to see what was happening, and saw what he did. The leader was called.
The leader, in a fit of rage, slashed his torso. The blade started at just below the base of the neck, slicing through flesh, sliced down, leaving a gaping wound from his neck to his groin, slicing his chest open, slicing his penis in half.
"You do not kill my fucking women!" he roared at the man as he tried to vainly hold in his guts as they spilled out of the fatal wound. He was left there to die a slow and agonizing death. The raiders watched until his last kick ended. Even the 6 year old bitch. She watched as her mother's killer died.
The leader of the band was not stupid. He realized that they could not rely on finding others willing to join, or on turning captives into trustworthy band members. They had to grow the tribe through not only recruits and conversions, but also by increasing the population. He didn't care about the women as people. He only cared about them as objects for breeding. A band member could do anything they wanted to the women, as long as they did not kill them or cripple them. There were no old women in this raider band though, because once a woman was no longer able to bear children, they were considered useless and were killed, or sold to slavers.
Responsibility for her was passed to one of the female raider members. She was taught to fight, she was taught to kill. She was taught to manipulate others, used as bait against unsuspecting victims, to lure them into waiting raider ambushes.
At the age of 7, she learned that her food, her water, her shelter, even her clothing, must come from the hands of a male band member. She was hungry, and everyone refused to give her anything to eat. She went to the raider food chest and grabbed a couple bloatfly meats and a crispy squirrel bit. One of the male raiders caught her.
Shortly after, she was tied to a tree away from camp.
"Be quiet little bitch," the raider told her. "There are deathclaws nearby, and they would love to eat a little bitch like you. Slice your stomach open and eat all your insides."
She wanted to cry, but didn't, afraid the deathclaws would get her. She stayed there, hanging from that tree, all night, and through the next day and another night. Hunger gnawed at stomach, thirst parched her throat. Hanging from a tree, she had little choice when she had to use the bathroom, soiling and peeing herself. Finally, the following day, the raider came back and released her. She cleaned the rotting waste off of her, and went back to camp.
Lesson learned: a girl must get her food from a male band member.
Other raiders died around her in the harsh wasteland. She soon became numb to death, knowing she might be the next any moment. Her life was training, subservience, and beatings when she did not do either quickly enough for the other members. She learned to anticipate the members wants and needs, to quickly learn lessons taught to her, and to be noticed as little as possible.
Everything changed when she got her first period, and she quickly learned why she, and all the other women in the band, slave or raider, had the name "bitch".
Shortly after her first period, one of the men of the band took notice. He came upon her while she was relieving herself, and shoved her over a nearby fallen tree, leaving her angled with her ass up.
He shoved her furs up and shoved his penis in her pussy. She screamed.
She tried to stop him, tried to get him off her, but that only resulted in her being punched in the mouth. After the raider punched her a few times, and noticed blood trickling from between her lips, he shoved her roughly to the ground, shoving his dick in her bleeding mouth. She took it out, spit out a tooth, looked at him, and immediately put it back in. She had observed this several times, so knew what to do.
The taste of his penis, dirt, urine, and other random flavors, mixed with the taste of blood in her mouth. The sight of her blood seemed to drive him wild, and he shoved against the back of her head, shoving his penis as deep into her mouth as he could. She threw up more than once that first time, him roughly shoving her head so his head was all the way at the back of her throat. She felt the bile rise up, felt herself vomit, and had no choice but to swallow and continue trying to pleasure him. Soon she could feel his penis twitch, tasting semen for the first time, mingled with all the other flavors.
He let her head go, pulled his penis out of her mouth, and shoved her back over the fallen tree. He shoved into her again, not bothering to make sure she was even ready for entry, penis still covered with her saliva, and blood, and vomit. She screamed again, unable to stop herself, as he continued to pound on her until he climaxed, then laid on top of her, breathing heavily, as she struggled to breath.
He tucked his penis back into his leathers, tied them back up, and left her. It took her a while before she could stop crying, before the pain subsided enough for her to be able to stand up. She vomited more than once, finally able to get the bile out, rather than forced to swallow it. Even after her stomach was empty, she continued her dry heaves.
She eventually limped into camp. That night, the leader welcomed her to the band as a full member. For men, this usually happened after their first successful kill, or murder, or theft of needed supplies, or pretty much any other thing they did that brought supplies or slaves for the band. For women, it happened after the first time they were "bred". For men, it consisted of breaking out hoarded alcohol, having their way with female band members or female slaves, and getting loud and rowdy, including a few random fights. For women, it consisted of being first "bred" by the leader, then passed around to all the men while the men broke out the alcohol, had their way with the female band members or female slaves, and the men got loud and rowdy, with the occasional fistfights.
Either way, the party was the same, and the position of the genders was always the same, no matter who they were welcoming as the new band member.
She didn't bother to resist as the leader ripped off her clothes, spat into his palm and rubbed his saliva drenched hand against her pussy, and bent her over. He gripped her hair, and forced his way inside her spit-wet pussy, bringing cries of pain from the already battered bitch. She stared in horror and felt her skin flame as he fucked her right there, in front of all the watching eyes of the band. No one moved, or blinked, or did anything, other than watch her being fucked by the leader. She was not even sure if it was rape at this point, or just reality. He thrust for a short time before cumming inside her, yelling out as he savagely pulled her hips as tight against him as he could. She could feel him fill her insides with his cum. He pulled out with a wet squelch, and the band cheered. While initiating a new female band member, none of the other raiders were allowed to do anything other than watch. Now that he was finished "initiating" her, the rest started taking their turns with her, or grabbing the other women to fuck. Some broke out the alcohol, others broke out the food. The women were too busy being used to be able to eat or drink.
While the other women, if no male band member had "need" of them, was able to do something else, even eat or drink themselves, the initiate was not. She was passed around to every male, except the few male slaves, and fucked. Every single one of them was required to cum inside her. This was the ritual. She was a member now, so she needed to get started on making new, future, members.
By the end of the night, every male band member had fucked her and came inside her, and after they had all taken their first turn, they were free to do it to her again, and this time, the choice was theirs on how they used her. As long as she wasn't dead or mutilated or crippled. Semen leaked from every hole, and more covered her skin. Her breasts were red and raw. Her vagina was torn and bleeding. She was passed out from pain before the raiders finished her, and the raiders didn't finish with her until they had decided it was time to pass out or go to sleep. Her first pregnancy occurred right there, the very night of her initiation.
She learned quickly, her body was not hers. It was the male members, to do with what they wished.
After that, Bitch learned to not only accept it, but to welcome it. Inside her own head, it was not the same, but she was a raider. She was a survivor. She took what she wanted, and she knew they would take what they wanted. She would invite them, and welcome them. She would seduce them and let them know she wanted them to fuck her. It didn't matter where, if there was no raid, no ambush, no fight, women were expected to let the men do what they wanted. She finally understood why her name, and the name of every other female in the band, raider or slave, was "Bitch". To the leaders, to the members, women were nothing other than a dog to breed and to fetch. On raids, they were equal, and were welcomed to die like any man, but outside of that, they were inferior.
"I know my place. Two positions. On my back," she said, demonstrating by laying on her back, spreading her legs wide, and turning her head to the side. "Or on my hands and knees." She again demonstrated by getting on all fours, then pulling up her furs to expose her private areas. "Want food? Ask a man. Suck his dick. Lick his balls. Let him fuck you. Want water? Same. Want a place to sleep? Sleep on the ground, or find a man willing to let you sleep with him. Raining? Doesn't matter. Find a man willing to let you sleep with him. All men like me. I am good bitch. Make them happy. Suck them and lick them and fuck them. I can make pretty lady happy too," she tells you, giving you her best 'I want you to fuck me' look. After all you have heard, you feel nauseous. You have also noticed, her speech, her mannerisms, while sexually provocative, are vulgar and childish. She doesn't try to seduce, she tries to inflame lust. She uses her body as a way to survive.
"Bitch...can I call you something else?"
She shakes her head no. "Name is bitch. Call bitch."
"Okay, but I am not comfortable with that. How about if I just call you Bee. Is that okay?"
She stops and thinks, and finally states, "I no know. Ask leader if call me Bee is okay. He tell me I am bitch. So I am bitch." A look of horror at the thought of going by a name other than the given one crosses her expression. "I hate leader..." she says in a low voice, barely more than a whisper. "I hate male."
You nod, not really surprised. "So, why do you...entice...them?"
She thinks about it and gives her reply. "Less pain. Some like hurting us bitches. But, they no hurt me as much. Some bitches very hungry. Me never hungry. Some bitches sleep in rain, as it burns and scars and kills plants. Me never sleep in rain."
You nod again. "So, basically, you have found that you are treated better by inviting the male band members to have sex with you, rather than just letting them when they want to." She stops and thinks, then nods her head yes.
You reach your hand in, gently taking her hand in yours. "You don't need to worry about that here. I know you are a captive, and I cannot do anything about that. It was hard enough just to convince the townspeople to let you guys live. But, here, you will get food and water without having to do things like that. You already have a roof over you, so although you cannot leave, you still have shelter. And we will treat you humanely."
You can see she does not completely understand. "No one here will hurt you as long as you do not try to escape or hurt the people here. So you do not need to have sex with people here to get what you want and need. Just remember that please." She nods at that, and you can see her thinking about her current situation.
"Okay, I will leave you for now. Someone should be by shortly to bring you something to eat and drink," you say, squinting to look at the position of the sun. Realizing it is already passed time for you to get something to eat and drink. "Maybe I will stop by sometime to see you, and we can talk some more." She nods, the first genuine smile you have seen appearing on her face. "Bitch would like that. You are kind pretty lady." She grins again, and spreads her legs. "Remember, I can lick pretty lady good. She will be happy." You shake your head, wondering how long it will take to rehabilitate her, if it is even possible, give her hand one gentle squeeze, then let go, in search of something to fill your empty stomach.
