Warning: This story contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing...
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“Nine empty homes now after last month’s carnage.”

Trudy cuddled up to her partner, trying to find a comfortable position for her enlarged abdomen.

“Two of the homes are now being used by the medics and we have six new pregnancies.”

“What are you suggesting love?”

She smiled.

“Why not allow the happy couples a home each.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea. What about number nine then?”

She hugged him tenderly.

“Why not us eh?”

“Tired of our company then?” Larry asked.

“Not at all. Moira would love to come back,” Trudy said. Then with a
glint in her eye, she added, “Then one of you two could eh...”

“What about me?” Sammy asked.

“You’re a man now son,” Terrance replied.

“I know that already.”

“What are you getting at then?” Trudy asked.

“When do I get a wife?”

Everyone laughed.

“Not till you are eighteen mate,” Dudley chipped in.

“One thing you know,” Terrance said. “With all that warrior weaponry
our stores are quite full now.”

Trudy suddenly became serious.

“What about Raymondo?”

Terrance did not like the name.

“What about him.”

“You should have another word,” Trudy suggested.

“So that I can beat the truth out of him?”

“He hangs on the morrow. Perhaps he will talk now.”

Terrance shook his head.

“That will do no good.”

“Have a go at least,” Larry said.

Terrance agreed and left for the new holding area.

As he walked over, he saw the four new watchtowers and called out, “Any signs?”

“No sir,” John replied. “All quiet.”

“Glad to hear it.”

When he reached the jail he said, “Open up.”

The sentry removed the simple blocking bar and opened the door.
Sitting upon the floor with one candle to provide light, Raymondo glared.

“Is it time yet?”

“Six hours till dawn mate. Tell me what happened.”

“Why should I. You lot condemned me remember?”

“I need to know the truth, that’s why.”

Raymondo thought back a week and nodded at last.
...
The lake lay far to the south and at times, the settlers came here for rest and relaxation. Raymondo was no different. His time was spent on guard duty and though it was a boring occupation, it kept the settlement safe from harm.

At least most of the time.

As he reached the empty, dark lake, he spotted some unusual activity.

“What’s going on here then?” he muttered to himself.

As he watched from a nearby tree, he saw the simple pile of clothes lying upon the grass covered bank.

“Looks like warrior clothes to me. I better check this out.”

He crouched down and edged forward slowly until he reached a large rock. Gazing across the cold water, he spotted a dark haired figure merrily swimming across the placid surface.

“Looks like a squaw to me. Perhaps I can return the axe they tried to kill me with.”

He slowly removed it and then had a thought.

“I’ll introduce myself personally.”

He quickly stripped and dived into the lake, stroking his way toward the unsuspecting woman.

When he surfaced next to her, she squealed in alarm.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He watched her swimming frantically doggy style toward the bank and set off after her.

As she climbed out, her glistening young body came into full view.

“Cor!”

Raymondo reached the bank moments later, and climbed out as the woman tried to cover herself.

“I mean you no harm.”

The squaw stepped back and saw the axe sitting nearby. As he tried to make himself understood, she leapt and picked it up.

“Non santo hotep!”

Raymondo simply stared.

“Now hold on one minute.”

“Non santo hotep!”

When he shook his head, the blade lashed out and struck his right
arm a glancing blow.

“Oh my crikey that hurt,” he muttered looking at the cut.

The squaw brandished the weapon and started to advance.

“You stupid *****!”

He lashed out, knocking the axe flying into the lake as he lunged forward.

“I’ll teach you some ruddy manners!”

He grabbed her roughly and she lashed out with her fist. He absorbed the blow and slapped her violently, watching as she fell onto her back.

“Do that to me would you?”

He smiled down at the cowering woman and roughly pinned her right hand down with his foot.

“Now squaw you will pay for your misdeed.”

He quickly knelt and grabbing the flailing feet pushed the thighs roughly apart.

“Oh this is going to be really good!”

He reached down as he covered her young body, guiding himself into her easily. As she screamed and bucked, he clamped a palm over her mouth.

“Just shut up *****. You deserve it!”

He thrust savagely and his mouth bit down upon a tender nipple. When she again tried to fight him off, he swung a savage punch that silenced her.

“Now that’s a lot better mam.”

With no resistance now, he adjusted himself and thrust repeatedly.

“Oh yes, oh my...”

The brutal hips pummelled her until the inevitable happened. He pulled out then and roughly turned her over.

“Ever had it doggy?”

The unconscious woman did not answer of course.

Raymondo spat upon himself until he was ready, and savagely thrust inside the upper firmament where members were never designed to go.

“Oh it’s so tight too...”

He grabbed the breasts, his fingers cutting into them as he thrust once, twice, thrice before collapsing with pleasure.

“You little harlot...You damn well enjoyed that.”

He savagely turned her over and opened the compliant mouth.

“Now ***** give me head!”

He flopped it deep inside and holding the head, firmly thrust until she choked. Even in her death spasm, he took his revolting pleasure.

As he pulled out, Raymondo dropped the floppy head and slapped it hard.

“Wake up!”

When there was no response, he reached for the axe and whispered, “Die on me would you!”

He raised the blade and savagely hacked the head off before tossing it into the lake. Then he dragged the lifeless body into the water before calmly walking back to the peaceful settlement.
...
The sun had set when the knock came.

“Don’t anyone move,” Terrance said. “I’ll get it.”

When he opened the door, John was staring.

“Sentry reports that chief is back.”

Terrance rolled his eyes.

“Oh not again.”

Terrance dashed to the gate wall and climbed the ladder.

“He’s carrying someone.”

As the small party approached, he dashed down again.

“Open the gate.”

He soon found himself looking at the headless corpse of a young woman.

“Hotep anameh santani,” the chief said.

Terrance knelt and looked at her.

“Hotep anameh santani.”

Terrance had a sudden thought and stood.

“You think one of us did this?”

“Hotep can leven.”

The leader picked the corpse up and carried it inside with the war party behind him.

“Get a ruddy medic!” Terrance screamed.

As one rushed forward he took in the sight.

“There is nothing that I can do sir.”

Terrance placed her gently upon the ground by the communal fire and hissed, “You can scan for DNA!”

The medic took the device from his satchel and placed a probe inside the birth canal. When the reading came through, he showed it to the leader.

Terrance took the device and showed this to the chief.

“Assemble all our men at once!”

When the assembly was made, the medic checked each man in turn. As each man was passed, the machine remained silent.

As Raymondo was checked, it beeped loudly.

“You son of a donkey!” Terrance shrieked marching forward.

He struck the killer twice and would have murdered him then and there, had he not been restrained.

The chief watched all this and coming forward said, “Hotep alasta!”
Despite the lingo, Terrance understood only too well.”

“Of course he’ll die. I’ll hang him myself in the morning. You can stay and watch if you like. We cannot have another war. Not on my ruddy watch!”

The old chief understood and was led off to some vacant accommodation with his men.”
...
“Now you know,” the condemned man said.

“Why the utter brutality?” Terrance asked.

“I lost my temper that’s all.”

“That’s no excuse.”

Raymondo glared at him.

“You going to be executioner then?”

“I’m the leader around here so I have to.”

The sentry entered and the condemned saw the early light.

“Time to go then.”

Terrance removed his weapon and covering him, followed toward the waiting gallows.

As he stood upon the simple platform and the rope was placed around his neck, the old chief and the war party looked on.

“Any last words?” Terrance asked.

“Go to hell the lot of you!”

Terrance pushed him over the edge, and watched as the life was choked out of him.

When it was over, the chief came forward and patted the leader upon his weak shoulders.

“Hotep nonteh.”

“Friend?” Terrance asked.

The warriors looked at each other and a very strange thing happened.

The old chief smiled, and very slowly and carefully said, “Friend...”