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, trying 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.
After discussing and finding out story, the sexual behavior is both a coping mechanism, and is a learned way to get basic needs fulfilled, like food.
After puberty, she discovered what it meant to be a female in this tribe. Her "first" knocked out a tooth when she tried to resist. She has learned that she should be in one of two positions for any male in the group: On her back with her legs spread wide, or on her hands and knees with her raider furs pulled up.
As such, she has learned to offer herself to avoid pain as much as possible, as well as to get food, water, shelter. Mentality is still that of a child though, and hatred for the males in her band is strong. But on the surface, she acts like a wanton slut, accepting any guy who wants her, and doing anything the male raider requires.
