Captured Again

‘Ah, shit!’ Negana cried out. ‘What are you doing?’

Denaasi laughed. ‘I’m watching you fuck a tree! If you were that horny why didn’t you say something? I could have helped you out.’

‘How did you catch up with me?’ Negana asked her.

‘We are literally fifty feet from the fence. Which, by the way, had a big hole in it. It hardly took the world’s greatest detective to find you. Guards, take her back to the tent.’

Two of the guards stepped forward and held Negana’s forearms and marched her back the way she had come. ‘Wait,’ called out Denaasi. ‘You imbeciles, she’s a queen, not some common whore. Show some respect.’ She cupped Negana’s bare boob in one hand, using the other to lift her top up to cover it. Smoothing the cloth over both breasts with her palms she allowed her thumbs to stroke Negana’s nipples. She smiled. ‘It is clear we cannot trust her to stay put,’ she said. ‘Take her to the stockade and tie her up with the other Saviour prisoner.’

Another Saviour prisoner? Negana wanted to ask for more information but the guards dragged her away toward the camp site. Once again she was paraded through the Holy Order camp, but thankfully this time she was covered up. People stared and swore at her as the guards led her toward a large group of people at the far end of the clearing. ‘Royal guard of Queen Denaasi, coming through,’ one of the guards shouted at the people crowded together. ‘Make way!’

The crowd parted for them to pass and Negana saw the stockade, which was a grey tent behind a small raised wooden platform. She also saw the other prisoner, a petite, pretty woman with black hair. She was naked, displayed to the crowd with her head and wrists locked in a wooden pillory mounted to the platform.