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Screams of a little girl rang in her ears as she walked down the road, bloody foot prints following her.
Annie walked into the.. house, and was instantly met with a gun to her forehead. It was what she expected, to be honest. She slowly raised her hands into the air, to signify she meant no harm. "Who are you?" The woman said, the 10 millimeter pistol shaking in her hands. Annie shrugged her shoulders, grinning at the older lady. Was this her mother? The little girl was dark, maybe Hispanic decent, but this woman was white.
"Just a traveler. Your little girl scared me off of my brahmin, and, well.. now I don't have a brahmin." Annie said, raising her brows at the woman. The woman's mouth opened in shock, lowering her gun. The door closed in a metal grating sound, the little girl running past Annie, next to her mother. "Speak of the devil." Annie said, lowering her hands from the air. "So I believe you owe me?"
The woman looked between the two other girls, her eyes wide in shock. She held up one finger, grabbing the little girls wrist, leading her to another room in the "house". Annie chuckled at the sound of screaming and yelling. The girl was getting spanked. Or beaten. Annie thought of her own hand touching the little girl's rear end, and her insides tightened at the thought. She shouldn't be thinking these things. Not about children. But she couldn't help it. Multiple nights at the citadel she had gone to sleep, her hand in her pants, thinking of what the new squire looked like under the suit. It was sick, since she was near twice the age of most of the girl she thought of when she masturbated, but It felt so good, and they were the first people in her mind.
Annie had had sex before. When she lived in the raider camp. When she was 13. It was with more than one girl. Some of the child slaves, she got to use as toys before the men got to them, and she even had her own slave, though she was a bit older than the others. She had never stopped the.. sexual attraction to young girls. It was all she thought about at the citadel, where she could not have sex, and she never got privacy. Oh, but when she did think of the new squire girl, or old memories of the child slaves, they were horrible thoughts. Thoughts she would get killed for voicing. And all of this was happening as she thought about that dark skinned little girl, in her little skirt.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the woman came back. She was smiling, despite that Annie obviously knew what she was doing in the other room. She wrung her hands together, smiling awkwardly at the teenager whom she owed.. something. "Sorry about that, she is being punished for making you lose your brahmin." The mother said, moving her hands onto her hips.
"So, you're her.. mother?" Annie asked, her eyes squinted as she said it.
"Yes, yes. Her father was.. black, but he was killed by a raider." She said, nodding her head slowly. Annie hummed, looking around the house.
"Interesting house here. Very.. original." Annie said, adjusting her holster around her waist. The woman chuckled, looking around at the inside of the house, which was carved into the road.
"Oh, yes. Me and my husband carved it out, years ago. It was just.. an idea. Harder to see, less materials used. More protection." She said.
Annie humphed, looking around the small kitchen area, where the door had lead into.