Farm of Regina McDaurn
Outskirts of Chehalis
Lewis County
United States of America
12 August, 1986
2330

The two women were bound to the chair, both staring at me as I sat there. Regina kept trying to put her legs together but either Nancy or John had tied her legs so that they stayed open by putting her knees below the edge of the seat. Regina's daughter Gormliath was just relaxing, not even caring that her knees were forced apart and her arms behind her back so it pushed her breasts up and out. She just smiled at me. She was only held by the garotte, her fingers laced to hold her hands behind her back and her legs spread voluntarily. Nancy had informed her that Nancy would choke the other woman out if she disobeyed.

"You can't do this to me," Regina started.

I brought down an open palm on her thigh with a loud smack and Regina cried out in pain.

Gormliath just smiled. "He can, Momma," She told her mother, shaking her head. I looked at her and the lizard took note that Gormliath's nipples had hardened, "Take as long as you want, Aodan," She looked back at Nancy as best she could. "That kelly has made my fate plain, Momma. When they're done with you, or maybe even before, my fate will be drawn out."

Regina stared at me, confused, then looked at her daughter.

"What fate? They can't," She started.

I slapped her thigh again, interrupting her. She screamed again.

"Put Gormliath on the table, Nancy," I snarled.

Nancy grabbed Gormliath's braid, pulling her up. Gormliath went willingly to in between Regina and me, not struggling, even when Nancy bent her forward over the table, kicking her feet apart so her legs here spread. Gormliath's knuckles whitened as she gripped the edges of the table.

"You wouldn't," Regina's face was shocked.

I shrugged. "The two of you had my sister raped. The Geneva Convention forbids rape, rules of interrogation prohibits rape, and common decency says that rape's a terrible thing," I told her. I nodded at Nancy, who slapped Gormliath's plentiful ass, jiggling her plump ass cheek and leaving a bright red handprint on it.

Regina's face was pale.

Disturbingly, Gormliath moaned and licked her lips.

"Oh, Christ," Bomber rolled his eyes. "So much for that."

Nancy chuckled and rubbed the welt. "It's not that big of a deal," She said. "I know how to overcome that kind of thing." She stared at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "We don't need to use a knife on her, just treat her like I like to be treated some nights."

I looked at Regina, who was staring at me with a pale face.

"Here's the difference between you and me, Regina," I said.

"What?" She asked.

I stood up, walking around to in front of Gormliath. I knelt down, folding my arms on the table and resting my chin on them. Her breath smelled of tea, lemons, a hint of mint, and something else. Gormliath's face was flushed and she smiled at me. I looked over her body. It was flushed and I picked up her wrist, licking my own and pressing it against her skin.

My own skin tingled slightly.

Skinfire. A light coating.

Completely covering her.

The redness at the top of her thighs may have been from chafing, but I knew it was also from rubbing skinfire into her pubic hair. I knew she probably indulged herself every day, savoring the tingling burn on her privates.

That changed everything.

When I let go she reached back over and grabbed the edge of the table again, staring at me with warm eyes. "When did you find out?" I asked her.

She gave me a smile but shook her head.

"Give her three swats, Nancy, show her that we mean business," I smiled at her. Three smacks, each time she closed her eyes for the swat, her lips opening slightly so she could gasp with each one. I watched, waiting until Nancy was done with the swats.

"When?" I asked again. I smiled, "I know how to force my answers, bratty little pet, but I know how to reward proper submission."

Her eyes were warm.

"Six month ago, an affair with a McCullen boy," She said, her voice more a purr than anything. "I've wanted more since then, but his wife found out and forced him to leave me. I had a dalliance with a Doutree boy, but that was less than I had hoped for."

"How so?" I asked. She shook her head and Nancy looked at me. "Give her three swats for not answering." Nancy swatted three times and I repeated the question.

"He was more interested in brutality and cruelty," She pouted.

"What part did you play in Niamh's rape?" I asked her. She shook her head and Nancy swatted her three times, rubbing the marks afterwards.

We'd established the rules.

She smiled dreamily when I asked again. "Mother made me go. Made me bring the Doutree boys."

I looked at Regina. "Really, Regina? You'd do this to your own daughter?"

Regina sneered at me, "She lies, Aodan. She was the one who came up with how to lure you and Tiernan back."

I walked around the table and backhanded her hard enough only Bomber kept her from flipping backwards in the chair. Blood ran from her lower lip as she stared at me with shocked eyes.

"Don't fucking lie to me," I snapped.  Before she could answer I slapped her again. "Don't ever try to lie to me again."

"Mother found out about..."

"Her perversion," Regina spit. "Letting a boy treat her such."

"...my desires and needs," Gormliath said softly, her voice still dreamy.

"Regina, I've seen upstairs," I told her chidingly, walking back around so I could kneel down against and talk to Gormliath, "It's OK when you do it to your husband, but not OK when she allows it to be done to her?" I tsked my tongue and looked at Gormliath, who was looking at me almost expectantly.

"Reward her for being such a good pet," I told Nancy. Nancy nodded, giving several swats across Gormliath's plump butt then rubbing the marks before her hand moved between the older woman's thick thighs. I watched Gormliath's face for a moment, waiting until she opened her eyes again.

"Momma had me get the Doutree boys together. Had me take them to your sister's house," She sighed, her face dreamy.

Damn, she slipped into "sub-space" quickly. She must have been pent up terribly. "Lonnie said that you were directing it." Not exactly, but I wanted to find out.

She shook her head. "No, that was Momma."

"Then why were you there?" I asked her. Matron Regina went to say something but Bomber choked her ass to shut her up.

"Momma wanted me to see," Gormliath said. "See how a boy behaves if you let them. She doesn't understand the difference, the sweetness in submission."

"Did you drink any tea, sweety?" Nancy asked, still rubbing her ample bottom.

Gormliath smiled sweetly. "Just a little one, to whet my appetite," She shivered, "Brianna McCullen came by this afternoon, told me she'd dreamed Aodan would come for me," she blinked and stared into my eyes, "She dreamed about your knife, tried to scare me. Told me you weren't Little Annie any more. Said you and your friends were too strong, were too implacable, and couldn't be stopped." She licked her lips, "I wanted to see it for myself. You were a defiant child, and the thought that you might be coming for me, snatching me from my husband if he was too weak to protect me, excited me."

"I told Brianna McCullen, and she made me a cup of tea, which I drank at the time she told me," She shivered. "She was right." Her eyes were glazed, warm, and she was lost in her own pleasure.

..goddamn it...

"Reward her," I told Nancy, standing up and walking back around the table. "She's a good pet, and she's drank sweet tea, and..." I let it trail off.

Regina glared at me. I nodded at Bomber and he slacked off the garrote. Nancy was at the sink, soaking a rag with warm water from the tap.

"Who else helped you?" I asked her.

She spit on me, hitting my chest. I looked down at where it had hit my flannel shirt and back up at her.

"Regina, nobody is coming to help you. Nobody is going to ride in and save you. Not even the Matrons can save you from me," I told her. I drew my Gerber, holding it up to the light. "Now, who else helped you?"

She spit on me again.

I smiled widely, feeling that nerve jerk the side of my face up, and leaned forward. "I'm so glad you said that, Gina."

She tried to jerk back when I grabbed her ear, twisting it savagely.

"You dare not!" she shrieked as I pulled her head toward me and raised the knife.

Beside me Nancy began gently wiping down Gormliath's skin, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. Nancy smiled at me and kept working.

Between the skinfire, the tea she drank, the method I used to get information out of her, and her own desires, she was pretty much putty.

...goddamn it, why can't life be easy...

She'd grown up under Matron Regan's thumb, watched her cruelty first hand. I realized now what she had been doing, trying to get the same pleasure her mother received from treating boys the way the way her mother did, and getting frustrated when it didn't work. Sexual frustration had piled on top of a deep seated rage at her own mother for the way her father had been treated. Nancy could probably lecture me for hours on the psychology of the whole situation and how it had all collided inside of Gormliath.

Goddamn it, all she had needed was a boyfriend to paddle her bottom now and then, and she'd have been just fine.

I just smiled at Matron Regan, putting the point of the blade on her cheekbone, below her eye. The same one her husband had lost to Nancy when she had thrown her fork across the dinner table.

"I told you I was going to kill your daughter, Regina," I smiled. Regina flicked her eyes at my face before putting her attention on watching the point of that black blade. Gormliath moaned softly and Nancy shushed her, calling her a good girl, as she kept bathing her, wiping off the skinfire and soothing her nerves.

BDSM always struck me as odd, but Nancy liked to play it. Normally I wouldn't use someone's sexuality against them, it was something that made my stomach churn, but this whole goddamn thing had been wrapped up in it. From bloodlines to breeding to forced brides to just plain rutting with Matron Aine.

Ugh.

My own tastes were actually pretty vanilla, to be honest. I mean, I guess it's the time for honesty, with myself at least. While Nancy needed pain, for reasons that I didn't understand, but all I needed was sweet words and a warm embrace. To me, anal sex was kinky. Hell, the nasty little threesomes were pretty much the limit, fun, but goddamn were they a lot of work.

Of course, having Matron Aine's venom still flowing through my veins probably wasn't helping my thought process much. She adhered to old ways, and in a way, blood is all she understood.

I was suddenly tired.

I just wanted to go home.

With a start, I realized I meant Alfenwehr as much as I meant Atlas.

I brought my attention back to Matron Regan, staring at her. "I don't have kill her," I tilted my head to signify what Nancy was doing. "Despite all your attempts to remake her into your own image, she's not like you at all."  I grinned even wider. "I could enslave her, you know? Use her body against her, subsume her will and mind with pleasure. Take her as my own."

Regina's eyes shown with hate.

"I think I will," I told her, smiling. I looked over at how Gormliath was still across the table, legs spread, still being bathed by Nancy. "She looks like she's got a deep belly, and I like plump girls."

"You would not dare," Regina spit.

I just smiled at her, reaching over to rub Gormliath's plump buttock. "She's just a girl," I lied. "Slave to her pleasures, with no mind beyond breeding. Beyond having her belly filled and swelled."

Regina looked like she wanted to vomit as Nancy ran the warm damp cloth down her daughter's spine, eliciting a long, drawn out moaning whisper of pleasure. She looked over at her daughter, her face twisting with rage and disgust.

"Weak girl," Regina spat.

"I'm going to keep her," I said. Regina looked back at me, horror filling her face, her eyes, her very soul, and she realized I could, and I would. "She's all that's left of your blood, Regina. I think I'm going to keep her even if the Matrons tell me I can't."

"No, don't," Regina said. She licked her lips, "You wouldn't."

"I'm going to enjoy wiping out your bloodline, Regina. Me and John both will fill her belly, keep her as our pleasure slave," I grinned. "I've killed or maimed all your boys, Regina, killed your lover, and now I'm going to make your daughter nothing more than a warm belly and raise her daughters like they're my own. Raise them to be kelly's while their mother lays on my bed waiting for me."

"No," Regina whispered, everything coming apart in front of her. All of her life that she had had with my family, women had reigned supreme. The ultimate authority. "You can't."

"I can," I told her. I let her see Atlas in my eyes. Let her see everything. Let the shields drop completely, let her see who I was inside. See what Special Weapons had forged. What Atlas had tempered. What Alfenwehr had honed.

I let what I was show in my eyes.

"You would," she whispered, horrified. "You will take everything from me."

"Yes," I told her. "I can."

And stabbed Matron Regina in the heart. Her eyes went wide. I left the blade in her heart for a moment.

"For Niamh." I pulled the blade free.

Blood sprayed across my face.

I sat there, in that chair, in Matron Regan's kitchen, and watched her die.

...for Niamh...