each other warily,
then broke apart to form a single file line. Peggy stepped in front of the
younger woman, unconsciously trying to shield her from the trainers and the
whip-holding man whose name they had still not learned.
The other captives got in line behind them,
all of them looking solemn. Even the women native to New Norway seemed to tense
up at the mention of this field trip.
Peggy stepped in line behind Ivara and
another trainer, preparing to follow them to wherever it was the captives were
to be led. The giant with the whip and the third trainer took their places at
the end of the line, keeping a vigil to make certain nobody dared try to
escape. The giant’s eyes flicked over Peggy’s body as he took to the end of the
line, a gesture that made her conscious of her nudity. She blushed, her hands
instinctively flying up and cupping her breasts to shield them.
He grunted and continued on. She blew out a
breath of relief.
As the naked women were led from the large
underground earthen room they’d been closeted in, Peggy noticed that there were
several stone doors dotted all around it, leading to what were presumably
connecting chambers. She was curious as to what all the doors led to, at first
assuming that they permitted natives to reach the “breeding stalls” from various
points in the primitive underground kingdom. But she assumed incorrectly, a
fact she was quick to find out.
Peggy’s heartbeat accelerated when the
captives passed by an open door. She immediately recognized the rooms for what
they were—trysting chambers. A place for the men of New Norway to be with their
captives in private. A place where they could—she gulped—breed them.
The individual rooms were much smaller than
the large inner chamber they were adjoined to. There was enough space in each
one to fit two people and a bed, but nothing else.
Her thoughts turned to young Sara. She
wished she had heeded the twelve-year-old Inupiat girl’s whispered advice more
than words could say. She had been a fool to dismiss the stone-dweller legends
as just that. Her present circumstance was living proof of the fact that the
tales were true.
What now, Peggy? How the hell are you
ever going to break out of this place?
Escape was looking grimmer by the moment,
she silently conceded. Even if she could find a way to sneak from the breeding
stalls, she had no idea where they were located in conjunction to the
ice-coated stone door leading to the outside. And even if she made it to the
outside, what then?
On the way here their party had driven by
dogsled for days without seeing a single soul. How in the world would she ever
manage to find civilization on foot?
Peggy shivered as the captives were led
from the breeding stalls and down a frigid earthen corridor that wasn’t heated.
Her nipples immediately plumped up, the ice-cold air making them stiff. Her
hands dropped to her sides, her nipples too sensitive to continue palming her
breasts in a fruitless mission to keep them covered. It wasn’t like it mattered
anyway, she thought resignedly. Anybody passing by could see the rest of her
naked body.
“Here is our first destination,” Ivara
announced in thickly accented English. She stopped before a tall door made of
wood and iron bars, then turned around and faced the group, her expression
grim. She threw a blonde curl over her shoulder. “In this room,” she said in an
authoritative tone, “you will bear witness to what becomes of recalcitrant
brides. This large cavern we are about to enter is called the Commons Chamber,
or more simply, the Commons.” She waved a hand towards the door. “The females
inside have been sentenced as laborers here. They see to the needs of all males covetous of their bodies, rather than just the one male who was to
be their husband,” she said pointedly.
Peggy could feel Michelle tense up from
behind her. She held out her hand without turning around, letting the young
girl clutch onto her for comfort. Lord
then broke apart to form a single file line. Peggy stepped in front of the
younger woman, unconsciously trying to shield her from the trainers and the
whip-holding man whose name they had still not learned.
The other captives got in line behind them,
all of them looking solemn. Even the women native to New Norway seemed to tense
up at the mention of this field trip.
Peggy stepped in line behind Ivara and
another trainer, preparing to follow them to wherever it was the captives were
to be led. The giant with the whip and the third trainer took their places at
the end of the line, keeping a vigil to make certain nobody dared try to
escape. The giant’s eyes flicked over Peggy’s body as he took to the end of the
line, a gesture that made her conscious of her nudity. She blushed, her hands
instinctively flying up and cupping her breasts to shield them.
He grunted and continued on. She blew out a
breath of relief.
As the naked women were led from the large
underground earthen room they’d been closeted in, Peggy noticed that there were
several stone doors dotted all around it, leading to what were presumably
connecting chambers. She was curious as to what all the doors led to, at first
assuming that they permitted natives to reach the “breeding stalls” from various
points in the primitive underground kingdom. But she assumed incorrectly, a
fact she was quick to find out.
Peggy’s heartbeat accelerated when the
captives passed by an open door. She immediately recognized the rooms for what
they were—trysting chambers. A place for the men of New Norway to be with their
captives in private. A place where they could—she gulped—breed them.
The individual rooms were much smaller than
the large inner chamber they were adjoined to. There was enough space in each
one to fit two people and a bed, but nothing else.
Her thoughts turned to young Sara. She
wished she had heeded the twelve-year-old Inupiat girl’s whispered advice more
than words could say. She had been a fool to dismiss the stone-dweller legends
as just that. Her present circumstance was living proof of the fact that the
tales were true.
What now, Peggy? How the hell are you
ever going to break out of this place?
Escape was looking grimmer by the moment,
she silently conceded. Even if she could find a way to sneak from the breeding
stalls, she had no idea where they were located in conjunction to the
ice-coated stone door leading to the outside. And even if she made it to the
outside, what then?
On the way here their party had driven by
dogsled for days without seeing a single soul. How in the world would she ever
manage to find civilization on foot?
Peggy shivered as the captives were led
from the breeding stalls and down a frigid earthen corridor that wasn’t heated.
Her nipples immediately plumped up, the ice-cold air making them stiff. Her
hands dropped to her sides, her nipples too sensitive to continue palming her
breasts in a fruitless mission to keep them covered. It wasn’t like it mattered
anyway, she thought resignedly. Anybody passing by could see the rest of her
naked body.
“Here is our first destination,” Ivara
announced in thickly accented English. She stopped before a tall door made of
wood and iron bars, then turned around and faced the group, her expression
grim. She threw a blonde curl over her shoulder. “In this room,” she said in an
authoritative tone, “you will bear witness to what becomes of recalcitrant
brides. This large cavern we are about to enter is called the Commons Chamber,
or more simply, the Commons.” She waved a hand towards the door. “The females
inside have been sentenced as laborers here. They see to the needs of all males covetous of their bodies, rather than just the one male who was to
be their husband,” she said pointedly.
Peggy could feel Michelle tense up from
behind her. She held out her hand without turning around, letting the young
girl clutch onto her for comfort. Lord
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