RED SOX: As I write this, the boys are in first place. Two games up over the Yankees. Smiling, I’m smiling.
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Jaimy realized she was slowly waking up. Sleep was slipping away like petals off a dandelion caught on a gentle breeze. She snuggled in closer to the warmth of the body next to her. Her reward was a soft squeeze in the ever present embrace of her barbarian.
This darkness before the dawn was becoming Jaimy’s favorite time of the day. She guessed it was early summer by the mild weather and longer daylight hours in which they drilled. The mornings were just cool enough to be comfortable without being chilly. It was not much for amenities but it was enough to make their tiny cell seem tolerable.
Of course, the fact that the barbarian was waking early with Jaimy was an added bonus. Immediately following their torture by Ned, Jaimy worried they would not be able to enjoy the beauty of an act fouled into a punishment. Love, like water, managed to find its own level between them and they were able to heal one another one night at a time. They saved these moments for just each other. In the dark and quiet, they could pretend they were living an endless night. For an hour or so, it was only the two of them sharing the one thing they still dared to call their own; love.
“Little pig, are you awake?” The barbarian murmured.
Jaimy nodded her answer but she knew the barbarian did not need a reply.
“Do you want me?”
Jaimy moaned behind her muzzle.
The barbarian chuckled a little, “I was hopin’ you’d say that.”
Jaimy surrendered herself into her lover’s arms. The barbarian was highly effective at bringing Jaimy to climax. Her touches never failed to triggered goose bumps on Jaimy’s skin. Her kisses always sent shivers down Jaimy’s spine. Her mouth caressing Jaimy’s sex left the Urbanite panting in utter bliss every morning.
“Mine,” the barbarian hushed before dipping into Jaimy’s darkness.
The barbarian’s needy tongue stroked Jaimy’s hot center. Lightening bolts of excitement flashed in Jaimy’s tightly pinched eyes. She managed to snatch a fistful of the barbarian’s hair to urge the woman onward. The barbarian chuckled again, which sparked shock waves of joy from Jaimy’s core to all her extremities then back again. After a relentless tongue thrashing, it only took a flick and a nip of her clit to send Jaimy sailing over the edge into her orgasm.
Jaimy sucked in lungfuls of air through her nose and bound mouth. Her body trembled in the aftermath of her joy. She was momentarily dazed as her heart tried to calm her body once more.
The barbarian wrapped her strong body around Jaimy. She settled her satisfied Urbanite lover against her chest. Whispery kisses graced the top of Jaimy’s weary head.
“Mine,” the barbarian mumbled. “Now, rest, my little pig. I’ll hold you and watch over you while you sleep a little longer.”
Jaimy felt herself drifting off secure in the barbarian’s arms. It struck Jaimy as odd she had never felt so safe in her entire life. Yet, she was in a place where her death was a certainty.
“As long as we die together, it doesn’t matter,” was Jaimy’s last thought before she drifted off to sleep.
“Okay, rush ‘em,” the Captain shouted.
The offensive line raced toward the defenders. Neither side was armed. The slaves practiced their fighting with brute strength. Only a handful of them would get to the last round of First Eve when weapons were allowed. It made little sense to spend time practicing with something most of the slaves would never live long enough to use.
Jaimy ran straight for her barbarian. She was determined to push the taller, stronger woman back a few feet. It was tit for tat competition they teased each other with during practice each day. Later, when they were alone in their cell, they would sooth the wounds they caused in a sensual foreplay of exploration and comfort.
The barbarian stood her ground grinning. Jaimy barreled right for her. The last few steps, Jaimy launched herself feet first. With a subtle crouch, the barbarian grabbed Jaimy’s foot close to her chest and lifted up. Jaimy’s own momentum tossed her over the barbarian’s head.
Tucking her body, Jaimy spun in a somersault of sorts. Panic drove her to jut her legs out to brace for impact. She felt the contact with the ground rattle her from her feet to the knees to her hips. The force drove her into a standing position. And, then the world stopped spinning.
Jaimy staggered a foot or two while she got her equilibrium. Her ears were popping from the suddenness of her flight and landing. Still, she remained erect. To her pleasant relief, she was unhurt as well.
“Amazing!” The Captain screamed.
Jaimy realized his was the only voice echoing in the practice yard. She turned to see the stunned faces of the other slaves. They had stopped their combat to watch what should have been her splattering down into the dirt.
“I knew you could do it!” The barbarian shouted. “I knew the way you’ve been flipping over my shoulder you could do it!”
Jaimy shook her head unable to understand the importance of her new talent.
“We’ve found a missile my friends,” the Captain called out. “The Urbanite is our secret weapon; a missile to shoot behind enemy lines.”
“Great, just great,” Jaimy seethed to herself.
“Come here,” the barbarian, demanded with a deep rumble. “I need you.”
Jaimy tugged herself away from the barbarian as soon as the straps of her muzzle were unfastened. Grabbing the hated leather, Jaimy hurled it at the cell wall in frustration. She turned her back and hunkered down into the corner she retreated to so often in the first days of her captivity.
“What? What’s wrong?” The barbarian questioned. “We only have fifteen minutes to get you fed, watered, and servicing me?”
They both knew the barbarian was joking. But, Jaimy was at the end of her patience. Her over reaction should not have been a surprise. Still, the barbarian was surprised.
“Fuck yourself! I hate you.” Jaimy hissed.
“What? Why?”
The barbarian was completely confused. She tried to wrap an arm around Jaimy but got an elbow to the gut for her efforts. Not use to rejection, the barbarian took Jaimy in a headlock and pinned her to the floor. The barbarian’s rock hard body pressed her lightweight lover into submission while her lips stated her purpose.
“You don’t get to say mean things to me. EVER! I do love you but I’m not going to let you get out of my control. I’ll drop you to the ground every time and then rub your nose in the dirt if you disrespect me. Got me?”
She waited until Jaimy grudgingly nodded understanding.
“Good. Now, explain and quickly why you’re in a mood. I suggest you make it a short story because you’re still goin’ to be sweet to me then you’ll get to eat. And, I’m guessing you only got about ten minutes left before you get gagged again.”
Jaimy made her complaint clear in a mocking tone. “A missile? You made me a missile for a suicide mission? Without telling me first? Are you trying to get me killed?”
The barbarian eased her hold but held their position. “It was kind of spontaneous. Didn’t think it all the way through until you were in the air. It’s a good thing for our side. Granted, it could be a bad thing for you maybe.” The barbarian sighed with an air of resignation. “You’re gonna die anyway. Nothin’ we can do to stop it. So what does it matter if you have to go hand to hand behind the line of scrimmage.”
“Because,” Jaimy told her, “if you toss me over the line then we’ll be separated and die alone. I wanted to die in your arms. It was the only thought that made this life livable.”
The barbarian was silent. She had no argument to offer. Releasing Jaimy, she got to her feet but could not face the woman.
“Have your dinner. Put your muzzle on. Go to sleep.”
The barbarian started to walk out of the cell and Jaimy called after her, “Where are you going?”
The barbarian shrugged without turning around. “You hate me so I’m gonna sleep with somebody else tonight.”
Jaimy was left to sleep alone for the first time in her life. Alone with her despair and her meager meal and her tears.