First Let's Follow & See What Roman Is Up To...

"There," Roman said nodding loading up the last of the supplies he wanted to ferry in the dugout canoe. "That should do it. Thanks for the help, gang."

Burt and Carlos had helped him pack the load and Burt shrugged. "No problem," he said tying down the load.

"You heading out, Jefe?" Carlos asked.

Roman shook his head. "Not right away. I gotta check with Darlene about the bear meat and I wanted to check-in with you guys on how everything is going too. You mind waiting around and giving me a hand and bringing me up to speed?"

"You got it," Carlos said immediately however Burt scratched his chin before replying, "Eh, you mind if I check on "Bitch" first?"

Roman nodded. "Sure. Let's go. We can walk and talk."

Carlos whistled and pointed to a few guys and instructed them to watch Roman's stuff while they were gone, which they were happy to do especially when Roman tipped them both a couple of tokens each.

"How's that going, Burt?" Roman asked as they walked. "Is Malty giving you any problems?"

"Huh? Oh! You mean Bitch?" Burt grinned. "A little but nothing I can't handle. Infact that's half the fun!"

Carlos shook his head, smiling but Roman nodded. "Good. See that you do. While Characters can change when modded or in time we must be cautious. Malty Melromarc was bad news in her setting. Deceitful, manipulative and conniving actress." He smirked. "Honestly it'd almost be respectable if put to good use and she wasn't such a egotistical, problematic user bitch with such a long list of negative traits. That makes her a potential liability. Especially a dangerous one with her powers. We don't want a repeat of the same thing that happened in her setting happening here. Be extra cautious with her. Understood?"

Burt gulped as Roman gave him a very serious, hard look. "Ah! Uh huh! Yup! Understood!" Roman could be intense... but he made a good point! Burt smirked as they neared his hut and a lean-to just outside of it. "Don't worry. I got this!"

Coming around the lean-to there was Malty herself, naked. Roman had to admit. She really was a beautiful woman. As lovely outside as she was ugly inside. Her red hair, green eyes, beautiful face and lovely figure were only marred by one's knowledge of her personality... and the filth that was caked upon her soiled body.

She'd been fucked hard like the cheap whore Burt had made her. Ground in dirt, sweat, spit and jizzed upon and in as it leaked out of her orifices as she lay sprawled. Burt frowned and nudged her with his toe but she was almost completely unresponsive. "Dammit. See? I told you I needed that extra soap. Hey!" He knelt down then twisted his fingers in her hair to lift her head up. "I'm talking to you, "Bitch"! You hear me? Wakeup and clean yourself up. We got guests."

Malty S Melromarc aka Bitch groaned. "Oh gawd no... no more customers!"

Burt twisted his hand in her hair painfully. "What did you say?" He growled. "They're not but I know you know better than to talk to anyone that way! Know your place! You are the lowest of the low here! The snails are higher-ups to you! Apologize.... now, Bitch!"

Malty-no, her name was Bitch now. Bitch looked up at Roman and Carlos before kneeling, bowing down with her head pressed to the ground. "Forgive my rudeness, friends of Master Burt! It is this Bitch's great honor to be in your presence," she said through gritted teeth in pain.

"Better," Burt grunted releasing his hold of her hair and wiping his hand in disgust... well pretend disgust anyway. He couldn't help but smile just a bit. "Now hurry and clean yourself up!" He turned back to Roman and Carlos with a friendly smile. "Unless you guys want a go first? No charge!"

Carlos shook his head chuckling. "No thanks, man. Gotta give it to Gabrielle later."

Roman also declined. "Same. I got Knives waiting for me back at home. What was that?"

Burt shrugged as he checked Bitch's tallys and his own figures to make sure everything reasonably added up before covering up the sign he'd made that proclaimed her "open for business", deciding to close up shop for the day. "She's cursed. Feels pain everytime she tells a falsehood. It's a benefit really. Shows she hasn't been properly broken in just yet. Once she is broken in properly and believes it, it won't hurt her anymore. Well suit yourselves but the offer stands. Anytime. Bitch, you're with me the rest of the day. Time for more "training"."

Bitch paused from filling a wooden bowl with water and scrubbing with slime soap to shudder... but she grit her teeth into a smile. "Thank you, Master. This lowly Bitch looks forward to your instructions."

There was clapping as Darlene strutted over. "Whew! Nice! I was just coming to find Roman and tell him that bear carcass is half processed as requested. Wasn't expecting a free show! Hahah!"

They all laughed, except for Bitch. "Hey you swing both ways, don'cha? Same offer to you if you want it?" Burt told her. "Be good for her training and diet to eat some cunt from time to time."

Darlene smiled as she bit her lip looking down at Bitch washing herself and trying to avoid eye contact. "Tempting... I might just take you up on that. You sure?"

Burt grinned and nodded. "Definitely! It'd be kind of hot!"

They all laughed again before Carlos spoke up. "Hey, since we're all here together shall we make it a semi official "meeting"? I'll go grab Gabrielle to take notes?"

Seeing the others shrugs and nods Roman nodded too. "Yeah okay. But we can just walk over that away and do it. Sound good?"

They all agreed and stood around making small talk as they wanted and watched Bitch wash herself. Mostly talking about their Characters. Obviously Burt was making some progress with Bitch. Knives was head over heels in love with Roman. Carlos and Darlene were being somewhere in the middle between the two. Their Characters, Gabrielle and William, weren't exactly infatuated with them yet... but it was early days still and seemed to be heading roughly in that direction. Carlos had had to be forceful with Gabrielle in the beginning but rarely had to anymore. Darlene however alternated between being sweet to her William Turner and being forceful and domineering.

"You got lucky, Jefe," Carlos said as they entered the half finished longhouse they'd begun construction on as their headquarters after collecting Gabrielle. "Knives devotion to you is impressive."

Roman smiled and nodded as he took a seat at the rough table they held their meetings at. "I really did. But that devotion is also a trust. It's important to maintain that..." he hesitated then shrugged taking his hat off and placing it brim up. "It's important to me. She's strangely important to me."

Burt grinned but shook his head taking the seat next to him on the left. "And now you've got two more! Lucky! They're both beautiful."

Darlene winked taking the next seat to the right and asking, "How far have you gotten with them by the way?"

Roman smirked and avoided the question, "A lady doesn't ask and a gentleman doesn't tell."

Darlene grinned and shrugged. "Guess I ain't much of a "lady", then! Well I hope it's going well. Don't keep them waiting to long, hey!"

That got some chuckles and Carlos took the seat at the opposite end with Gabrielle sitting at his side on a stool, getting out one of their precious journals and her quil and ink at the ready. "Ok. We ready to start?"

Roman nodded. "Actually that's a good question to start with. How is that going? How many members still don't have their own Characters yet? I don't intend to hold myself back but I don't want to get too far ahead either. Optics are important."

The others nodded and Carlos smiled. "Actually that's going well! The margin has shrunk down to the low teens. If we get another big score then all of the original members of the band should have their own first Characters, Jefe. So the gap between "haves" and "have nots" isn't really that big an issue. Some lucky few have already managed to score themselves a second Character during independent activities already, like you did with Risty."

Roman grinned and spun his hat on the table with a tap of his finger. "That is good news! Damn good actually! Well done everyone! I was afraid that it would be a longer wait. I'm glad that won't be the case!"

Burt nodded. "Yup. My business," he paused to slap Bitch's ass and make her jump. "Has begun to taper off a bit now that most everyone has their own. But that's fine! Still got enough regulars coming around and I made a whole bunch of tokens early on. Speaking of let's get comfortable," he looked at her. "Get under the table."

Bitch swallowed but **** a smile and got on her hands and knees to crawl under the table and open his pants. "Yes master."

Burt smiled though and stopped her. "No. Good enthusiasm though." He snapped his fingers and pointed across the table towards Darlene. "What we talked about earlier."

Darlene threw back her faux hawk head giving a hearty laugh and undid her pants. "Why not? Get over here and eat me out, Bitch!"

Carlos rolled his eyes. "Way to keep it professional, guys."

Roman chuckled and shrugged. "It's fine. This is an informal meeting between us anyway. Enjoy yourselves... as long as you can concentrate on work too."

Burt grinned and pulled down Malty's underwear and slapping her ass as he pulled his cock out. "You heard them, Bitch! Make it fun!"

Malty squealed in response as Darlene mashed her face into her crotch and her master began to prepare to take her other end but dutifully began to get to work.

Roman chuckled and pulled out his flask as he propped his feet up on the table. He took a drink and passed it around. "How about the next most pressing issues? Food and shelter? Any problems?"

"Oh yeah. Get your tongue in there! That's it!" Darlene said then smiled passing the flask. "Food's good. Infact between us we've got a surplus of certain things as it stands! Between hunting, gathering and fishing nobody's going hungry for the foreseeable future unless they're stupid. If we exceed double our current numbers we might start to have issues with over predation and the like eventually but that shouldn't be an issue for awhile- ah! Hang on. This bitch is terrible!" She yanked on Malty's hair. "Eat it like you mean it, Bitch!"

Burt spanked her ass again under the table as he lined up his cock with her pussy. "You heard her! Show some enthusiasm! Sorry. She hasn't had any experience eating snatch yet," he explained while spitting on her asshole before slowly working his cockhead into her vagina making her squeal. "Ah! Feel free to instruct her proper!"

Darlene grinned. "Oh hell yeah! Deal! I'll learn her good for ya!"

Burt grunted and accepted the flask from Carlos. "Uhn! Yeah. Where were we?"

"Housing and construction," Carlos helpfully reminded him.

Burt nodded. "Right. Thanks! Uh, construction is going slowly but steadily. Most everyone has a place to lay their heads but it's still pretty basic." He snorted. "Most don't have any idea how to build proper shelters for themselves but they're learning... slowly. I've been busy working on overseeing the bigger projects like the defenses, watch towers and this place as well as the construction of the boats. Still not sure why we need this building right away, though." He passed Roman back his flask and picked up the pace at which he was fucking Bitch.

Roman took it. "Be it ever so humble we need a "seat of power". It's important to every organization be they governmental or corporate. We're a bit of both and our need is the same. A place that functions as our "townhall" for lack of a better word is essential and can serve many different purposes. Not just meetings like this but important business, services and even emergency shelter if need be."

"Uhng! Makes sense," Burt said in agreement as he began to pound Malty and slap her ass. "There is a bit of bad news though, Boss," Burt said hesitantly.

Roman smirked. Hearing people unintentionally use his father's title to refer to him felt weird. He understood that "Boss" was as about a generic a term title as one could have... but it secretly pleased him as well. Maybe, just maybe, when all this was over... "What happened? Just give it to me straight."

Carlos was the one who broke the bad news. "One of our smaller outposts to the south got hit while you were gone. Looks like we lost them all. Must've been a good size group, Jefe. What'd ya want to do?" He asked...

... but Roman saw a glint in his eyes that he liked as he saw Carlos hitch at the cutlass on his belt. He also noticed the corners of Darlene's mouth pick up into a smile. Even Burt seemed more like he had nervous tension than actual nerves. Roman smirked. They knew what the answer was going to be. "Have we tracked down their location?"

Darlene nodded and snorted. "Of course. Dumb bastards actually made it really easy. No challenge," she said implying that their actions were challenge enough. "Tracked them back to a little village to the south by the shore on the edge of the swamps. If you can call their pathetic camp a "village". Nothing like we got here. But they do have some basic defenses." She pulled out a crude map and placed on the table. "Not really a wall but they got mounded dirt around a central area with stakes and shit sticking out. Probably to keep out the predators as much as rivals."

Carlos pointed and Gabrielle dutifully unrolled the map pinning it on the table. Roman nodded looking and listening but noticed something. "And this is the water here? Nothing here abouts?" He asked pointing with his black metal cane.

She smiled wolfishly again as she adjusted her grip on Bitchs head. "Yeah. There ya go! Get in there! Nope. Just that central watch tower that's not much more than a scaffolding. The sea approach is totally open!"

Roman smiled too. "How are we doing on boats?"

Burt stuck his thumb into Bitch's asshole making her groan. "Still- Uh- Still behind schedule from where I'd like them to be but..." he grinned. "We do have about a dozen that are complete, tested and ready to go!"

"Well? What do you say, Jefe?" Carlos asked but he already knew from Roman's smile. He wrapped his arm around Gabrielle's shoulders and started to play with her tits sensing the end of the meeting.

Roman smiled. He was pleased. "Outstanding! Gentlemen. Lady... we have our next target! Begin making preparations. I want Darlene and her scouts and hunters to surround them and begin harrasing their borders while we mount a seaborn raid. How soon can we be ready?"

Darlene bit her lip and twisted Bitchs hair to encourage her. "Suck my clit! That's it! T-two days on my end we can be in position."

"Ungh! Two days works for me!" Burt grunted.

Carlos nodded in agreement fondling Gabrielle's tits and pulling her into his lap. "Two days. One to pull together and instruct a garrison. Figure a day to travel and set-up the raid. Attack that night?"

Roman nodded. "Exactly my thinking. A night raid. Make it so! Meeting adjourned." He smirked. "Oh I do have one more thing yall can help with..." he settled back with his flask enjoying the show and contemplating plans for the future and their growing empire. "After yall are done playing around, that is!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"B-B-Balls," Burt stuttered in a low whisper looking pale.

*Gulp*

"Hey," Darlene swallowed. "Is that what I I think it is?"

Carlos nodded grimly. "That's the one. Dirty pool, Jefe. You left that out of the job description when you asked for a "favor", hey!"

Roman rolled his eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic! You guys don't have to go any further than this. You three stay put here," He pointed towards the mouth of the cave. "I'll drag the bear meat a bit closer and try to get her attention."

"H-Her?" Burt stuttered. "I thought you said it was h-h-him. Oh gawd! What if she has a b-b-babies!"

Roman shrugged. "Determining the sex of dinosaurs is hard. Not least of all because it's a bit dangerous getting that close. I assumed male because of a lack of egg fragments but that's not conclusive. She's got wide hips so I'm thinking a female without a mate."

"Whoa hold up," Darlene interjected. "We will be safe here, right? Burt and Carlos been telling stories about this thing. Like... it's just a dumb Dino, right?"

Roman shook his head. "I dunno."

"You don't know?!" Carlos said and then started cursing under his breath vehemently in spanish.

Roman smiled. "Some dinosaur species have famously small brains compared to their body sizes, like the Stegosaurus, while smaller ones like raptors are thought to be intelligent pack animals. Some T. Rexs can be quite smart, showing a chimpanzee or human child like level of intelligence and cognitive thinking. This one not only recognized that the slimes were an abundant and nutritious food source despite a lack of "meat" but made a lair nearby to take advantage of that fact. I've been sneaking up to her lair to leave her treats and get her used to my smell but not go in enough to disturb her or see me as a threat... I don't think... Hopefully..."

"Hopefully?" Carlos said shaking his head. "¡Oh Dios! ¡Este tonto hará que nos maten a todos!"

"That's it! I'm outta here!" Burt said getting up to leave.

But Roman grabbed his shoulder. "No sudden movements. Look I'm the one taking the risk here. You three just stay here and hidden under an illusion... and if things go badly? That's on me. I'll make enough of a distraction for you guys to get away."

"Cabrón loco!" Carlos said but he smiled grimly and clapped Roman on the shoulder. "Good luck, Jefe... You need it!"

Darlene shook her head. "You failed at calming down the bear and it almost got you killed. You ain't fighting your way out of that thing... so don't fail!"

Burt swallowed and nodded. "Good luck, bro... you got brass balls, man!"

Roman smiled. "Thanks guys! If I don't see you? Best of luck!" He climbed down to where they'd left the meat well away from the hiding spot and put up an illusion around his... "Friends?" Roman muttered as he started dragging the meat. Even only half of it was still a heavy load of Dire Bear meat. They'd make good use of the rest including the pelt, bones, teeth and claws back at camp. "Allies? No... friends," he decided. "When exactly... did that happen?" He grunted wondering. He'd never been particularly great at making friends. Allies? Yes. Important connections? Many. Friends? Not so much. Outside of family most consudered him to be something of a schemer and manipulator... which wasn't always conducive towards building friendships. This was something new. Different. "Eh... not important right now. Focus on the business at hand," he reminded himself as he filled away that thought for later consideration.

He kept dragging the meat until he was almost to the spot he'd found Knives. It brought back happy memories... that were disturbed by a loud low growling sound.

He dropped the load and backed off and scrambled up a rock. He was pretty sure it was the same one he'd hidden behind that fateful day. This time however...

There were the sounds of heavy footsteps as slowly the Tyrannosaurus made its appearance. It's massive head looming forth from the shadowed darkness... and staring directly at him with a rumbling growl as he stood in plain sight.

"Easy," he said softly concentrating on his illusion. His friends were far enough away to not be considered a threat. Even if things went "not good" they could likely make good their escape. He judged he was far enough too to not be a immediate threat and probably less interesting than the pile of fresh meat... or so he hoped.

The "tyrant lizard king" flared it's nostrils, eyes dilating... and charged forward giving a thunderous roar announcing it's arrival to all.

*GOOOWWWAAARRR!!!*

Roman immediately feared he'd miscalculated as it headed straight towards him. His instincts told him to flee while his rational mind told him it was almost too late for that and if he was going it was best done immediately! But he swallowed, smirked and stood his ground.

Even from this distance he could feel it's hot breath. See it's slavering jaws. It's presence alone was like a palpable ****.

But he stood resolute. He would not bow to it nor show it his back. This time he'd face it head on. As a disinterested equal.

The beast came straight towards him... and then stopped several strides away. The fresh meat at it's feet had a measure of it's interest now. But it still stared at him for a longtime ready, eager even, to fight for it!

Finally, smelling his familiar scent that it had started to associate with snacks and seeing no aggressive posturing or intent, it stopped snarling and then immediately began tearing into and devouring the meat.

Roman let out a breath he'd been holding but didn't completely relax. Still he smiled watching the mighty saurian enjoy itself, tearing the carcass apart and snapping bones. Unlike the failure with the dire bear he felt approval and tolerance from the Tyrannosaurus Rex and watched until it had finished eating. Watched it look at him licking it's gruesome chops for a long tense moment... then, slowly, turn and lumber away.

He waited for it to leave first before turning and making his way back to the others and was proud his legs only trembled slightly now that the adrenaline washed past. As for the dinosaur? They weren't friends. Not yet. But they were respectful neighbors and that was- "a good place to start," Roman said grinning and twirled his cane pleased with himself and the outcome. "Today this little corner. Tomorrow the Island!" And he started whistling along to an old tune about how everybody wanted to rule the world that his mother liked... and he did too.

[Roman Stark - Knives Chau - Saya Takagi and Risty

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