Time Passes!

Reed, Ben, and Johnny had finally reached the spot where the pteron informant had told them Sue had been taken. However, now the site was merely an empty field. Reed examined the charred remains of various pits. "They have moved again. Not too long ago."

Johnny took to the air. "I'll do a sweep of the area for a few surrounding miles." Reed nodded in compliance, and went back to his investigation of the abandoned site.

Ben Grimm walked in circles, trying to get anything out of the lay of the land. "These frogmen seem to always be a few days ahead. It’s a strange coincidence."

Reed turned to his friend. "No Ben, they seem to be almost reading our minds these past few weeks. It’s too coincidental to be random."

He was all too right! And at that moment at the tribe's current camp.....

Sue awoke to the sounds of servants moving around the tent. 'I should kill them for waking me," she thought. But she knew that good servants were hard to find when you were constantly on the move. She yawned loudly turning to see that he was not there next to her. She was not surprised. Rarely was he there when she woke. "That pig better not be sating his lust elsewhere" she mused. She had agreed to his terms, on the condition that he agrees to hers. "No whores" she had instructed. By now, he knew she could not be swayed easily, and had agreed.

Sue slowly crawled out of bed. It was harder every day. Her servants kneeled before her. She smiled towards the blue-skinned on known as Dorma. "Get me my clothes ****." She ordered standing up and stretching her arms.

Dorma had learned her place in the past few weeks. She bowed and answered "Whatever mistress Sue-Guurk pleases."

Uggh! Sue thought. She was still getting used to that name. "And find me the general!" she shouted moving to the small mirror in the corner she had instructed them to put in her tent.

She put out her arms and was clothed in the garb of a tribe high-ranking member. Still very provocative. A few weeks back she had told Gorgmoth that she would not be a **** in this tribe, and nor would she wear the collar any longer. He had agreed. The tribesmen wondered jokingly "who was the real master now." But no one dare speak out.

Sue had the servants put on her make-up and her long golden arm rings that signified her high place in the tribe. She finally felt ready to meet the frog chief. She looked in the mirror and sighed. She wasn't to fond of the way she looked these days. "Do I look fat", she asked turning to Dorma.

"Of course not mistress!" Dorma knew not to anger her. She had suffered the consequences before. But of course, any woman who was several weeks pregnant looked fat! However, she was showing more than the average ****. It was another reason for Dorma to be jealous towards Sue, as Dorma had not been expecting yet. Not even with two fit suitors!

As Sue walked out of the tent her thoughts were on the tribes destination. She hoped they would get to the birthing pools in time.