Remnant II

by Randi Darren

  “Kassandra and Jaina are sorting through the haul and selecting what goes back home and what stays here.”

  Steve nodded at that. It made sense.

  This was an outpost, and while it would need items, he did want to favor his wives back home first and foremost.

  “I sensed hesitancy in Ina to carry out your will,” Nancy stated. “I’ve been talking to her and those around her.”

  “Oh?” Steve asked. He was a bit more curious than he wanted to be. He’d noticed Ina’s reception of his orders as well.

  “She was afraid there were innocents in the group. Those she felt didn’t deserve to be killed,” Nancy said.

  “Mm,” Steve said, looking down at the ground. He couldn’t deny the possibility that there were innocents in that group. He’d given them the chance to flee, told them what would happen.

  Then had it done.

  “She’s weak,” Nancy said. “Undeserving of your greatness. Jaina, Kassandra, and Lucia understand your superiority. Ina should be sent back to the farm. She can remain there with the other bleeding hearts and soft-headed ones.”

  Steve chuckled at that. He wasn’t about to call Ina weak. She was rather strong, in his opinion.

  But he couldn’t deny she’d faltered in her duty to him.

  When he needed her most to carry out his orders, would she?

  What if she balked? Or disobeyed?

  What would I do then?

  It’s not like I have control over them.

  “I’ll talk to her,” Steve said.

  “If you think that’s wise,” Nancy said.

  Frowning, Steve turned to look at Nancy.

  “Why wouldn’t it be wise to talk to her?” Steve asked.

  “I see no reason it wouldn’t be. I’m merely stating that if you think it’s wise, then it’s the best course of action,” Nancy said with a shrug of her pretty shoulders. “I have no alternative to offer.”

  “Oh. Sounded like you disapproved,” Steve said.

  “No. I wouldn’t dare or deign to tell you what to do. You’re Steve,” Nancy said, shaking her head. “Your will and word are my wish and command. You’ll bring this world to its knees. I plan to be there at your side when you do so.

  “Or on my knees before you as you bring the world to heel. Whichever you prefer.”

  Chuckling, Steve looked back to his work. Nancy always threw herself into his thoughts as a toy to be used and dismissed at his whim and pleasure.

  It was starting to get to his ego a little.

  The thought that maybe he did deserve far more than he was taking.

  And if I take it all, no one can harm us.

  No one can hurt any of my wives.

  I’ve already lost three, I’ll not lose more.

  I swear it.

  “Good work, Nancy,” Steve said. “Make sure you get your family back to the farm or Filch. Those two places are quite secure.”

  “They’ve left as of yesterday morning. For Filch. They felt they could probably do better there in the end, as they’re not skilled to work a farm.

  “Some remained to assist me in my work, though they’re very few in number,” Nancy said.

  Lifting up his axe, Steve brought it around with a grunt. It passed through the large tree as if it were nothing. Neatly parting it once more.

  “Do any villages still stand against us?” Steve asked, watching the tree fall to one side.

  “They did this morning, but they won’t by this afternoon,” Nancy claimed. “Since we cleared out the enemy force two days ago, their village yesterday, and finished collaring all the prisoners, we had some resources available.

  “I organized them, tasked Kassandra to lead one group, Jaina the other, and sent them off to conquer five smaller villages between them.”

  Not really knowing how to respond to that, Steve stared at the next tree he’d be bringing down.

  Nancy had acted without his permission, but she’d done exactly what he would have wanted.

  “If I hadn’t been completely sure it was what you wanted, I wouldn’t have done it,” Nancy commented. “I may want you to beat me and ravage me as I lie there bleeding beneath you, but I don’t seek to ruin your plans, Steve. I knew it was what you wanted, so I took care of it.”

  “And how are you so sure you know what I want?” Steve asked, finally looking at Nancy. His anger felt cold, but he was a little annoyed with her.

  “Because I know you,” Nancy said with a shrug. “I know you, Steve, and what you want. My only goal is to make you happy and reach your goals.

  “And if I work hard enough and truly make you happy, maybe you’ll brand me repeatedly on my face. Or at the very least give me a few good slaps. I’d love a really good open-handed slap.

  “Hard enough to make my eyes sting. So my lip bleeds and I can taste it. Run my tongue over it. So my head rings and it feels like my knees might go out.”

  Sighing, Steve ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the tree.

  Nancy is Nancy. She just wants me to kick the crap out of her.

  I’m better off fearing ulterior motives from Nikki or Lucia rather than Nancy.

  “When the prisoners get back, assemble them for me,” Steve said. “I want to see what they bring back and reward them accordingly.”

  “Of course, Steve,” Nancy said.

  ***

  Looking out over the heads of his people, Steve felt his lips curl upward.

  They’d gone out, fought, looted, killed, and a few had even died for him.

  For which he’d received the bounties. They were his property after all. If they died in his service, he was entitled to what they were owed.

  “Good work!” Steve said loudly. “If you captured or killed four or more people, I’m officially removing your murderer status and making you my property instead.

  “If you believe you killed or captured four, go stand over there.”

  Steve lifted a hand and pointed to a field off to one side.

  “Just so you know, though, I’m going to make you swear on your collar to the truth of your statement. If you’re lying, you’ll die,” Steve said. “Be sure of your number before you go over there.”

  That was all he had to say, and he didn’t want to say anything more.

  They were the scum of the earth. Murderers one and all. If any law-abiding citizen caught them, they’d be killed for no reason.

  But they were his scum of the earth and his bounties.

  He’d reward some people this time with their murderer tags being removed. The next group would have to work twice as hard to earn it.

  Rapidly, the field gained twenty women. All standing there looking at Steve with eager eyes.

  Not that he could blame them.

  The moment they lost the murderer tag, their life expectancy would shoot up. He would no longer be able to kill them out of hand.

  Even if they were property.

  Walking up to the first woman, a beautiful redhead, Steve set his hand on her collar and looked into her bright blue eyes.

  “Take hold of your collar now,” Steve said, then waited for her to do so. “How many did you kill or capture in my name? Swear it on your life as you hold your collar.”

  “I killed seven in your name and captured two,” the woman said. “I swear it on my life.”

  Steve waited to see if she’d keel over dead.

  Nothing happened. She stood there, staring back at him.

  “Then I strike your murderer title from you. You’re now only my property, and no longer marked for death,” Steve said. “Good work. You can join the innocents and farm hands in their bunkhouse.”

  Letting go of the collar, Steve walked to the next woman in the line.

  A stunning brunette with brown eyes and a wide smile on her lips.

  Taking hold of her collar, Steve met her eyes. She immediately laid her hand over his at the same time.

  “I killed fourteen in your name, and captured eight,” she purre
d at him, taking a step closer. “I swear it on my life.”

  “Fourteen and eight?” Steve asked. “That’s impressive. Does anyone claim a higher number?”

  Looking around, Steve scanned the crowd.

  A small woman with black hair and hazel eyes lifted a hand.

  “Come up here.” Steve pointed to his side and then turned back to the brunette.

  “I strike your murderer title from you,” he said. “You’re now only my property, and no longer marked for death. Good work. You can join the innocents and farm hands in their bunkhouse.”

  Stepping away from her, Steve moved up to the much smaller woman and took her collar into his hand.

  The woman immediately took his hand and her collar in both of hers, holding tightly to them. She stared up at him with eyes that made him feel like she wasn’t quite right in the head.

  “I killed twenty-six in your name, Steve,” she said. “I captured ten.”

  “Goodness,” Steve said with a grin. “You’re rather devoted, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am,” said the woman, staring up at him. “I’m very good at killing. I use a mace.”

  “Well. I strike your murderer title from you and name you my enforcer,” Steve said. “You’ll work for Nancy for me, as my property. Do you understand?”

  “I understand,” said the woman, not letting go of his hand.

  Steve worked his way through the group and released them all. None had nearly the same number as his new enforcer. Nowhere near, in fact.

  When it finally came to a close, he turned to Kassandra and Jaina.

  “No issues?” he asked, walking over to the two women.

  “No, no. They did what I told them to after I killed the first one who didn’t listen,” Jaina said.

  “I killed one. Another tried to run and died when the collar ended her,” Kassandra said. “After that, it wasn’t a question of them following.”

  “Good. Glad the collars are working,” Steve said. “Anything to report on the haul?”

  “No,” Jaina said quickly. “We took everything we could. Everything, everything. Nothing was left behind. We’re now the apex and alpha predators here. Everyone else is prey.”

  “Yes, though unfortunately we have no prey left,” Kassandra said with a sigh. “Those were the last bandit villages nearby. We’ll have to go pretty far afield if we want to find more.”

  “You did release the innocents, right?” Steve asked.

  “Yes. I offered them jobs and a place to stay. They all declined. Didn’t believe me,” Jaina said.

  “The same was true for me, of course,” Kassandra said. “It’s unlikely they’d believe anything we said.”

  “Excellent. You both did very well,” Steve professed.

  “Indeed,” Lucia agreed. She’d joined him at some point but had been rather quiet. “It was an excellent maneuver. We’ve gained loot, resources, and provided a safe working envelope for ourselves.

  “This would all be worthy of a Fae general, let alone the little homestead family that we are.”

  Kassandra and Jaina both seemed to puff up a bit at that.

  “Well, seeing as that’s taken care of, I’m afraid Steve and I need to discuss something,” Lucia apologized, slipping her arm through Steve’s. Then she looked at Nancy. “Come along, you’ll need to assist me.”

  Unsure what they needed to talk about, Steve kept his peace as the three of them trooped into the cabin.

  “Alright,” Lucia murmured after having closed the door behind her. “Nancy, my husband is going to avail himself of you, and then he’s going to put his seed into my royal womb. You’re acting as my surrogate until I learn what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been instructed as any good princess would be, but I’ve never seen any of it and have no experience.”

  “I don’t—”

  “You’re his mistress, are you not?” Lucia said, walking over to Nancy and setting a hand on her back.

  “I am,” Nancy agreed.

  “That means you rank beneath me,” Lucia said. “You’re mine to do with as I will when it comes to my husband.

  “My goal is to make him an outstanding person of greatness, and you’ll assist me in that. Now—”

  Lucia gave Nancy’s rear end a light pat.

  “Be a dear and get down on your knees. Steve will use your mouth for a short period while I watch. As I mentioned, my mother instructed me often, but I have no practical knowledge,” Lucia said as she began to undress herself. “You’ll serve for my purposes of figuring out the truth of her lessons.”

  Nancy looked terrified, sick, and absolutely completely into the situation. She looked eager.

  She loves being humiliated and torn apart. Of course, she’d enjoy this.

  Nancy got down on her knees right there, then looked at Steve and opened her mouth wide, her tongue sliding out.

  “Perfect. What a lovely little thing you are,” Lucia purred, setting her clothes to one side. She was as beautiful naked as he’d always imagined her to be. “Come on over here, Steve, and use the mistress as befits her rank and station.”

  Shrugging, Steve walked over, undid his belt, and let his pants hit the floor.

  Grabbing Nancy’s head with his right hand and her right shoulder with his left, he stuffed himself into her mouth.

  She liked it when he dominated her. Who was he to complain?

  Moaning around him, Nancy looked up as his shaft vanished between her lips.

  “Oh, it can’t be that easy. Mother made it sound harder,” Lucia said, kneeling down and watching closely. “Close your mouth more tightly.”

  Nancy glanced at Lucia and immediately did as she was told.

  “Suck harder on him, and ease your chin up but the back of your head down. Make it so he can go down your throat when he pushes forward,” Lucia said, tapping Nancy’s chin.

  The Wight did as instructed, gazing up at Steve.

  He imagined she was loving every second of this.

  Taking a good hold of Nancy’s head, Steve began to thrust in and out of her mouth, his tip and shaft pushing down her throat each time. He made her neck bulge outward when he wedged his hilt up to her lips.

  “Oh, yes. That looks much better,” Lucia said, watching Nancy being used. “I suppose it really is that easy after all.”

  Nancy was grunting and moaning as Steve more or less ravaged her mouth.

  Lucia merely watched for an entire minute as Nancy’s mouth was used.

  “Good, now, this way Steve. Time for you to experience royalty,” Lucia said, pulling Nancy’s head to one side. He slipped free from Nancy’s mouth and went straight into Lucia’s.

  The demure Fae did everything opposite to what she’d made Nancy do.

  She prevented him from going down her throat, angled him in such a way that he couldn’t thrust into her very well, and refused to let his hands settle on her. Swatting them away when he tried.

  Lucia instead began to slowly, leisurely move her head back and forth. Her mouth pulled at him wonderfully as her tongue rolled all around his tip and caressed him.

  He felt her left hand come up between his legs and lightly fondle and caress his jewels. Her fingernails pulled gently against the skin.

  It was a night and day difference between the two of them, but Lucia worked him masterfully whereas Nancy let herself be destroyed.

  “Hmm, that was much simpler than I thought it would be,” Lucia said, letting his tip fall away from her lips. “Alright, Mistress. I want you to bend over on hands and knees. Just lift your dress up, no need to strip.”

  Nancy looked away and nodded slightly. Getting onto her hands and knees, she got comfortable on the ground. Then she reached back with one hand and hiked up her dress, revealing her very naked rear end to Steve and Lucia.

  “Goodness, you really are a beautiful Wight,” Lucia said, running a hand over Nancy’s bottom. “I think you’ll be a perfect mistress for me and Steve.

  “Alright, husband. I want you
to slip it right in here and enjoy.”

  Lucia had reached up to lightly splay Nancy’s thin lips apart as she spoke, giving him a very pink and moist view.

  Steve did as he was told and immediately sank himself to the hilt inside of Nancy.

  With a deep moan, Nancy shifted her hips and tilted her rear end up toward him.

  “Ah, yes. That’s very good positioning,” Lucia said, stroking Nancy’s hips. She was staring at the point where Steve was buried in Nancy.

  Going straight for maximum force, Steve began pounding away at the Wight. Driving her forward with each and every heavy thrust.

  Just the way she liked and wanted it.

  Squirming, groaning, and pushing back as she could, Nancy was clearly in her own happy world.

  “You’re moving away too much. He needs to be caught by your hips, not blow through them,” Lucia said and then reached over to pat Nancy on the shoulders. “Put your shoulders down and brace against the ground while tilting your hips up. Put your belly to the ground.”

  Nancy did what she was told, and Steve immediately found he could really pummel her in this position.

  Cracking down into her with everything he could muster, he felt it when Nancy orgasmed hard, wailing into the ground. Getting absolutely destroyed.

  Lucia concerned herself only with watching Steve’s manhood slam through Nancy. Inches away from her face.

  “Good, good,” Lucia said, patting Nancy on the bottom as she leaned back. “Okay, husband. Time for you to have and fill the royal womb.”

  Lucia reached down and pushed Nancy’s knees away from her chest, causing her to go flat on the ground and making Steve slide right out of her.

  Then Lucia lay down on the ground and placed her hands on her own thighs.

  “Come, lie atop me. You’ll go slow and easy, and love me,” Lucia said. “My royal self deserves the utmost when it comes to attention. I expect an orgasm before you seed me. And don’t you fret, husband of mine. While I’m needy, I’m also going to be very attentive to you in return. More than you’ll ever get from anyone else.”

  Somewhat lost in the desire to get off, but still hearing her, Steve lay down atop Lucia and instantly inserted his tip into her.