Perverts 'R' Us

Pussy Whipped - Beware of Bumps - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M+m/F+fg+, rape, tort )

Part 1: The hunt.

The warrior's camp:

"Son," A 6'6" tall fearsome-looking male warrior, dressed in brown with red, dark-splotched hide-armor, said to his fourteen-year-old son, "Today you are a man. In a few moments you will go on your first raid. Remember son, take only the ones without bumps. Kill all that resist, kill all that are gray-haired. Show them no mercy and return with your prize."

"Yes, Father!" The young lad said, and banged his sharp sword against his hide-covered wooden shield.

"Come my son, let us join the others."

"Yes, Father!"

Balder was proud of his son Red, who was already 6' tall. He remembered the day Red tore his way out of the bumpy female. He remembered driving his sword into her now useless body. He remembered thanking Ge-Dar for giving him a son. Twice before he had tried but the bumpy females betrayed him, using his seed to make a small worthless female.

He remembered driving the naked betraying females into the woods. He remembered giving Red she-wolfs milk and how he grew strong. He remembered Red's first kill at the age of three. He remembered each year of Red's life and how his son grew in power and stature.

Balder knew that soon it would be his time to face the great Lezbo. No one had ever defeated the great beast, but it would be a glorious death. He would die in battle and enter Ge-Der, the kingdom where all warriors go. Yes, he was proud that his son would soon take his place as leader of the tribe.

Theirs was a tribe of fierce warriors. While they needed women to make sons for them, they would not allow women to weaken them. It was their custom to capture young girls without bumps yet and to train them to be obedient. In time they would grow bumps and then they would be able to produce sons for the men. Often the girls produced only worthless females.

Either way, once they had produced babies they would be driven off into the woods or killed, depending on the mood of their masters. It was too dangerous to keep a woman beyond her first bearing of a child.

There was some evil magic in women's bumps. Women might bare their bumps and even wag them in men's faces. This often caused men's cocks to become erect. That was okay as long as a man quickly shoved his cock into a woman and obtained quick release. But a warrior needed to beware of the bumps. If he was not, a woman might take control of him and make him gentle. Pussy whipped. Once that happened a man became useless as a warrior.

Balder and his son walked toward a group of other males and their sons. When the others saw them they shouted, "Balder! Balder! Balder!"

Balder raised his sword. The men and their sons stopped shouting. Balder and Red stood in front of the others. Balder spoke, "Men, today we hunt. Today we take what belongs to us. Show the bumpy ones no mercy! To the hunt!"

"To the hunt!" they shouted.

The raid:

The warrior scouts and their sons led the way. Three short days later Balder with Red at his side over looked the bumpy females' village. The village was surrounded by a poorly-constructed wooden fence. Several bumpy females holding useless sharp sticks guarded a frail gate.

The village was made up of females that were driven into the woods with their worthless female babies. Although the three-day trek to the female village was hard many of the freed women managed to survive. They banded together and established a village of women, where they farmed and hunted small game.

The woman knew they were near the warrior encampment, but with wolf pack and other large predators just beyond the village, they had little choice but to stay where they were.

Balder gave the order and the attack began. The men and their sons charged out of the woods. The bumpy female guards panicked. Some froze in place, some ran into the woods and some ran past the wooden fence and into the village. The bumpy females that froze were quickly captured by some of the older men and they were stripped naked.

The men raped the female guards viciously. When they were done plunging their cocks into the screaming women, once they had cum, the females were slaughtered. The men took pride as they slashed and carved the bumps off the dead guards. These warriors would not allow themselves to be bewitched by the female bumps.

Cries and screams were everywhere, as warriors and their sons captured and raped many young women. Older women were killed. Many younger women managed to escape and ran off into the woods to hide until the warriors left their village. After raping the women the men slashed off their bumps. Some men killed the women but others left them to bleed to death.

Red had already killed three older bumpy females, when he saw one of them coming out of a hut. She had a small knife in her hand. Red smiled, and with his blood-tarnished sword, he slowly walked toward the bumpy female.

When he stood in front of the bumpy female, she dropped the knife and fell to her knees.

"Please don't hurt her. I will do anything, but please don't hurt her." the bumpy female cried.

Red knew the bumpy female was talking about a small non-bumpy female hiding in the hut. He knew his prize was near and could not get away, so he could take some time to amuse himself with this female. "Show me your bumps." he commanded.

The woman quickly pulled the top of her dress down exposing her bumps. Red felt his cock rise up in response to the sight of her bumps. He would not allow himself to be captivated by her bumps. With his fists he pummeled the fleshy bumps, mashing them against her chest, as the woman screamed. It was fun punching her bumps, mashing them flat, and then watching them spring back up as though asking for more.

Red threw the woman to the ground and pulled her dress up. He shoved his erect cock up into the cunt hole between her legs. She was dry there and she screamed with hurt as he forced his way inside her body. Red plunged into her furiously, and before long he had cum inside her. Satisfied, he then slashed his sword across her chest and he sliced the bumps off the female.

She screamed some more. With his sword Red sliced her again and again. Her blood spattered all over Red. When the woman finally slumped to the ground, Red took delight in hacking up her dead body.

Inside the hut a blond, blue-eyed 10 summer's female had watched Red rape and then sliced up her mother. She had no more tears to cry and her heart was now dead to fear. She said to herself, "If I am to die at least I will be with my mother."

But she knew this tall fearsome-looking male was not after her death. He was after her for her body. Her mother told her all about men and what they did to women. She would ask her mother, "Why would men do such terrible things to females?"

And her mother would answer, "Because females have bumps."

To Penny it still did not make sense. Penny took one last look at the man who had just killed her mother. He was big all right and he looked hard, but then she saw his eyes. They were the same color as hers were, but it was not the color of his eyes she saw.

She saw beyond his fearsome look and his very lightly-haired face. What she saw was kindness in is eyes, but it was hidden. It seemed locked away, as if he did not want anyone to know it was there. She questioned herself, "How could he have slaughtered her mother, and still have a spark of kindness in his blue eyes?"

She looked again and there was no doubt in her mind that it was there. She had seen it before in the grumpy old woman's eyes. She remembered the woman who died just a few moons ago.

No one in the village liked her because she snarled and growled at everyone, so they called her the Hag. Even she was afraid of the old Hag.

Until one day after she had collected some honey and was passing by the old Hag's hut.

The Hag snarled at her and she was much feared, but she saw the kindness in the old woman's eyes. She offered the Hag some of her honey-cone and the hag growled, "Be gone, girl."

She left that day, but each day after that she returned to the old Hag's hut and offered the old woman some honey-cone. She did it every day for twenty days. And on the twenty- first day the old Hag said yes, but only if she would come in and have some hot herbal tea.

At first she thought the Hag meant her harm, but it was the Hag's kind eyes that again told Penny she had nothing to fear.

She had hot herbal tea and honey with the old Hag and the Hag even cackled at one of her silly jokes. Every day after that she would visit the old woman. They would have herbal tea and honey and the old woman told her many strange things. She did not understand many of the things the old woman told her, but perhaps some day she would.

She felt sorry when the old woman died and each new moon she would put flowers on the old woman's grave. She knew it would take a whole lot longer than twenty days for her to bring out the kindness in the fearsome male's eyes but somehow, she knew she would.

The male burst into the hut and she smiled at him.

Red was frozen by the non-bumpy woman's smile. Soon the woman's smile made him angry, so he slashed his sword just over her head.

Whoosh!

"What is your name?" The non-bumpy woman asked, unafraid.

"I just slaughtered your mother, and you want to know my name?"

"Yes."

"I will not give you my name. Now get up."

"No."

"Fine. I will drag you then."

"I would be useless to you if you did that." she said, remembering what the Hag told her.

"Get up and walk or I will kill you, I swear."

"Fine. Kill me if you must, but I will not move until you tell me your name."

Penny's heart was beating like the wind. She did not know where she had found such boldness, such, such---What did the Hag call it? Oh yes, it was called "courage".

She did not know where this courage came from, but she prayed it would remain.

"I will carry you then."

Penny remembered something the Hag told her about warriors and said, "How would it look for a strong warrior like you to be carrying a useless female like me?"

"Fine. My name is Red. Now get up and walk."

"No. Not until you call me by name." Penny knew she was pushing him and she was pushing him hard, but she knew this was their first battle and it was a battle she had to win.

Red groaned, "Fine. What is your name?"

"Penny."

"Penny, get up and walk or I swear I will kill you now."

Penny breathed a short sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."

Penny stood up bowed her head and walked. She had won her first battle with this male warrior. They walked past her mother's hacked-up body. She felt sorrow for her mother but she knew it was her own life that now mattered, and the life of the baby this male would put in her some day.

She was only ten now and she had at least three more years and possibly four, before this warrior could put a baby in her. She hoped that it would be enough time for her to bring out the kindness in this warrior's eyes.

When Balder saw his son, with the child-woman walking behind him and the woman had her head bowed, he was very proud of his son. His son had already showed this woman her place. Very proud indeed.

"Have you named the bitch yet?" Balder asked his son.

"Yes father. I named her Penny."

"A fine name son, a fine name. Come, let us return to our encampment and celebrate our victory."

"So he was supposed to give me a name. Then it is still my victory and not his," Penny thought.

They joined other warriors and their prizes. Most of the warriors' sons had managed to capture suitable girls but a few had not. They walked with their heads down, disgraced in the eyes of the other warriors.

Later at the warriors' camp:

Penny sat in Red's hut and listened to the men, whooping and hollering, screaming and shouting. She believed what they were doing was getting drunk. It was what the old Hag had told her that men did after each victory but she still did not understand how what they did could be called a victory.

Warrior males made no sense. The Hag told her males considered females weak, but she asked the Hag if females were weak why slaughter the weak? Where was the glory in that? The Hag cackled and said, "It is because the males needed females to be complete."

"Complete?" Penny had questioned the Hag.

The Hag cackled and cackled before she said, "You shall see young one, you shall see."

Red was drunk. He was angry because the bitch had bested him. "I'm going to, to, show her shoooo----Ha! Ha! Ha!" and he fell down a few feet from his hut. Struggling and flopping he tried to get back on his unsteady feet.

Penny heard a "Thump." She peeked through the hide-covered door. She saw Red flopping and falling. 'So that is what drunk was,' she thought, and smiled. It would give her an advantage for the next battle that was just ahead. She backed away from the hide- covered door. A few moments later Red fell through the door. He shouted, "Stripps."

Penny just stood there trying not to laugh. Flailing his arms Red crawled to her. She easily got out of his way. "Stripps, He! He! He!" Red mumbled.

Penny scooted to the other side of the hut. "Where are you? He! He! He! There you are!"

Red made one last lunge toward Penny and flopped on his side. He giggled once more and then began to snore.

Before she started to do what she had to next, she wondered how the old Hag knew so much; but she had to dismiss the thought, for everything the Hag had told her so far was true.

Now all she had to do was get Red out of his clothing and find some blood. She decided to start with his fur boots. She pulled and pulled and finally got them off. Next she worked on his shirt. It took her a long time but she finally pulled it off. Last was his leather pants. She undid the laces on the front of his pants and undid his belt. Then she saw Red's soft cock. 'My god!' she thought, "it will be huge when it is stiff, surely he is going to kill me with that."

She paused and remembered what the Hag had said, "Fear not the male's cock, your cunt will stretch."

By lightly kicking Red's ribs she got him to move enough to remove his pants. Now came the blood. She removed Red's knife from its sheath. She cut her palm with the knife.

She rubbed her cut hand up and down Red's soft cock. When his cock was blood red she stopped.

She then rubbed her bloody hand up and down her small cunt too. When her cunt was blood red she stopped. She cut a small piece of hide off Red's shirt. She placed the hide in her cut hand. She balled her cut hand into a fist. She put the knife back into the sheath. She stripped off her clothing, cuddled up next to Red and went into an uneasy sleep.

Morning the next day:

Balder pulled open the hide door. He noticed his son's cock was red. He noticed that Penny's cunt was red too and she showed no cuts or bruises. He placed a large bowl of food just inside his son's hut. He walked away and beamed with pride.

Penny was already awake. She put on her dress and picked up the large bowl of food. She looked at Red and smiled. She surveyed the bowl and her eyes beamed. In the bowl was smoked deer, dry fish, bread, fruit, nuts and some white pain relief power in a small cup. It was a once-a-year holiday fare.

'Warriors sure eat well', she thought and sampled the deer. She looked for the waters sack, found it and a cup. She filled the cup with water and drank and ate some but much less than full. She had the next battle on her mind and did not want a stuffed belly to get in her way. She filled the cup with the white power and set it in a safe place.

Penny refilled the water cup and poured it out onto Red's face. Red lurched up. Penny just managed to get out of the way.

Red's head was pounding. Then he heard Penny say, "Drink this."

Red was very angry. He pulled his knife from its sheath.

"If you harm me, your father will know."

"Know what?" He asked and put his knife to Penny's neck.

"Look at your cock."

Red backed away from Penny and looked at his blood-red cock. He could not remember if he did her, or not.

"Here, drink this." Penny said again offering him the cup filled with the pain relief powder mixed with water.

Red smiled and grabbed the cup. He swilled the cup's contents, spilling some over his face and chin.

When he finished he said, "How did it feel?"

"You did not fuck me." Penny smiled, and showed him her cut hand. "I made it look like you had so that your father would approve when he looked in and saw us."

"Then I will fuck you now." Red said angrily. Still, Penny had made him look good to his father. Why had she done that?

"If you do I will fight and no matter how hard you try not to mark me, you will."

Red was still angry and he started to get dressed.

Now was her moment. "Red," Penny said, "I will let you fuck me and I will suck your cock."

"You will?" Red questioned with some shock.

"Yes. But I will only do it if you treat me nice."

"Nice! Why should I do that?"

"I know your ways. You will not have to train me and you can have me any time you want. All you have to do is treat me nice."

Red thought about it. It sounded like a fair deal so he said, "In this hut or away from the others I will treat you nice."

"Pact," Penny said and raised her cut hand.

Making a pact with a female, could he do that? He saw no law or rule against it so he said, "Pact."

Red cut his hand and opened the small cut on penny's hand. The two joined hands, sealing the pact.

"Now Bitch, on the floor, legs open."

"Call me Penny and I will."

"Fine. Penny, on the floor and spread your legs."

Penny smiled at him. She was very pleased at the progress she was making with Red.

To be continued

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