PrinzessinMia: bless you. IDRK-It'sme: I'm glad you like the story! er0sessin: well, I hope you continue to like the story. I'm going quite a ways with it.
And yes, I realize the first part (the part NOT in talics) leaves off in a weird spot, its meant for affect. The next chapter will be a little dramatic and action-y so it'll be awhile before the next update.
Arcade has no sense of privacy.
Of course, he has to share barracks with a dozen other men. But still, Gehenna just wanted one morning where someone didn't just welcome themselves into her changing room without saying zilch.
"Son of cocksucker - Arcade!? Really?!"
The queer bastard chuckled while Gehenna scrambled for her dress she had hemmed. As it brushed over her thighs, she scowled that it was uneven, but settled with 'only slightly'.
"You sleep naked?"
"Its hot " she griped. "What did you want?"
And he grew nervous, which transferred to Gehenna. She watched him shake his head and when he looked up to her, she saw confliction.
"What is it, Arcade?"
He sighed and tucked his hands away in his coat pockets. "Caeser is calling for the babies sex and I got rid of the results. Vulpes convinced him that there was too much stress eith the recent attacks to get a reading."
Vulpes?
"Wait, Vulpes did that?"
Arcade nodded. "Yeah, he volunteered and everything. Look, I know I'm not someone who should be on his side but the ass cares about you in his own weird way. You can't spend over eight months with someone and not develop any kind of bond. Add you're pregnant with his child and..."
Of course, the Fox picked noe of all times to care for a pining Stockholm sufferer. Gehenna groaned and rubbed her eyes.
Its quiet.
Gehenna had never heard such silence. Even in the middle of the Mojave, there was the pop of gunfire, the hiss of Nightstalkers and Geckos, scorpions ready to attack. But in the Fort, all she hears are the faint crack of fire in brass brazziers and the shift of sheets where an older black lady changes the coverings on the big bed in front of Gehenna.
The young Courier marvels at the large tent once the slave has left, the light of the fires outside the opening sending shadows dancing across the walls. The sheets are soft, she finds, running her fingers over the silky surface. She sighs and looks around, opening the top drawer of a tall dresser.
"Oh..." she breathes.
She holds up a soft, cotton dress that has a petal pattern at the bottom. With a thick swallow, she digs, only to find more dresses, all soft and clean. She shuts the drawer with a smack, her head spinning. Maybe she should have fought this...sure, she would have died but at least she would have her pride.
"Don't worry, you won't need pants for some time."
She hiccups, but there are no tears. She can feel him standing behind her, a looming prescence. She jumps when he caresses her right hip, her left; she's pretty sure he mistakes her fearful trembling as pleasure.
"Hmmm," he hums, lips dry against the slope of her throat. "I believe this is a most fitting punishment."
Yes, her punishment, to be bred by Vulpes Inculta. To have healthy babies that will be Legion warriors. Caeser had made a passing comment that if Veronica hadn't been so objective to the male form, he would have had her bred as well. Veronica was a capable fighter and far too intelligrnt to be a lesbian, Gehenna supposed.
But now, it was just her, and she was so scared.