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Click here'A knout,' Ilse explained, running the thongs slowly through her fingers, 'The whip of the Cossacks. It must be used with skill – a dozen strong blows can kill or cripple – ' she glanced directly into his eyes '- or in the hands of a trained woman, hold a man screaming in that void between insanity and death for hours.' She handed the whip back to the woman, who returned it to the clip at her waist. 'Alexa,' nodding to the woman, 'and her partner Eva are Huntresses. We work in groups of five. The Huntresses are our collectors – of those who must be collected...rapists, criminals, slaves who don't respond to our summons. If you see two or more women on motorcycles, leathered, the chances are they are huntresses on a mission.'
'Slaves?' he choked, head spinning in confusion.
'Slaves, David.' She stood smiling at him, hand on hips, the torchlight playing on the leather of her legs and hood, the softness of her fur. 'Our men are slaves. They serve us. They obey. Or they find themselves here!' She swept an arm to indicate the chamber.
'Here they learn obedience in the only way men can be taught – at the end of a whip.'
To be continued
- COMMENTS
aleksursaover 10 years agoI feel I owe you all a belated but sincere apology. Barbarene began in my previous incarnation as David of Nadia and is a tender love story drawn against the power of the rise of Woman in the new world.
The Barbarene are the front line of this emerging power. A secret society devoted with terrible intensity to the overthrow of patriarchy, and at their forefront, the Flagia - feared above all others - mistresses of the lash renowned for their unique marriage of erotic charisma with the power of the whip.
In this world the tender love of a New Woman may be drawn away as a veil to bare the barbarism of She who rules, and any man may find himself on the chain or drawn agonisingly on the post, screaming under the fire of her lash!
And yet...a man may adore her so utterly...
Strapmewhenabout 11 years agoWow what an incredibly great story. Words like "The whip came..., her body arching to the white heat of it's embrace," and "She knew the whipfire would triumph." I am a male sub who does so love to be under the domination of females.
Anonymousover 16 years agoThis is clearly the beginning of an excellent story. Please continue it!
babasluvover 17 years agothis story holds a strange facination for me that begs for more.
well written and thought out.
