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Aug 2 2015, 11:01 PM
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Alright. Sit your fucking ass down and listen up. This just might save your fucking life.


<br><br>So, you're a slave now. Yup. Get used to it. People don't get outta this place. It just don't happen unless you're willin' to die to get your freedom. And trust me, enough people have tried that we all fuckin' know what happens. We've seen it. Ask anyone. Any damn body will tell ye', I'm not fuckin' 'round, here.

<br><br>Anyway, so you're a slave, there ain't no gettin' out. And then there's Mama. Oh, fuck, man. You ain't seen nuthin' like Mama. Wicked evil woman, right there. Fuckin' Satan dragged hisself up and birthed a girl child. She'd just as soon kill ya as she'd lookit ya. And, oh...She'll fool ya. She'll make you believe she's a wonder. Full of love, and sweetness and smiles. She pets ya, and keeps ya clean as shit and healthy as a horse. Like you's her pet or some such. But Mama, no...No, don't be fooled. She starts actin' real sweet, you go on an' brace yourself, because you 'bout to be in a whole wide world of hurt.

<br><br>She don't like visually damagin' her herd, y'see. No, you heard me right. I said herd. We're cattle is all. No, she don' like puttin' a mark on us, but she'll do a whole world of awful stuff. Lettin' ya work out under the desert sun without water, just long enough to where you'll die if you don't have water in the next hour. Leave ya out in the cold of night just afore ya get frostbite. Starve your ass while she sits in front of you eatin' all the best, and most purtiest smellin' foods you ever saw. Day after day after day.

<br><br>And then there are other tortures others can' see. Stuffin' things under your nails. Sexin' ya for hours, but never lettin' ya cum, and then tyin' your hands and feet down so when she's bored wit ya, you can' finish the job. And then other tortures start on your manhood after that. She's taken her least favorite slaves and made eunuchs outta them when one is requested of her for purchase. And she'll make the resta us watch her do the deed. Ladies get their babes taken away, killed or traded to wicked awful men. It's just best not to tangle with her. So you listen, and you listen good. 'Cause there's worse things than death, and she'd be happy to show ya a few.

<br><br>None of us really know what got her this way. I mean, are you gonna ask her? I didn't fuckin' think so. But there's always the rumors. Can't have this many people all packed together and not have rumors. Of all fuckin' kinds.

<br><br>I already told ya, most of us think Satan Hisself came up from Hell, squat His ass down and popped her out. And she came into the world, clawin' and diggin' and gnashin her teeth, layin' waste to anythin' in her path. She was Hellfire and brimstone from the get go. But other people, people who heard from people who heard from people who apparently fuckin' know her from before, say she was a sweet fuckin' kid. Like, no one smiled like her. No one cared for creatures like her. She was learnin' to be a healer. some kinda witchdoctor or some such. Spooky shit, but she wanted the power to be helpful.

<br><br>But seems like, at a purty young age...Some say twelve, others fifteen, even others say she was younger still...Her whole little tribe was eaten up by some rouge savages. Tortured, killed, raped and ate 'em all. And if they was very lucky, it was all done in that order. Y'know how savages be. In any case, Mama was one of them unlucky ones. They liked her, they did. She was fuckin' purty, once upon a time. And they took their time with her. For months the Savages tortured, raped and defiled her over and over and over, forcing her to watch as her tribe was tortured, killed and eaten in front of her. Nuthin' she could do to save them, or herself.

<br><br>I'm pretty sure someone told me she had watched her baby brother eaten alive, not inches from her face. But I'm not really sure how true that is.

<br><br>Anyway, fuckin' months of this, and she's the only one alive. And they cut her damn insides out so she won't get pregnant, and sewed her up all crooked, it's why she has all them scars 'cross her belly. And she is a broken, dirty, bloody mess when they finally get bored of her, bored of force feeding her bits of her own mother's flesh, and they leave her. Fuckin' leave her. Completely broken girl out there in the desert alone? With naught but her family to eat?

<br><br>Anyway, that's what people say. All we really know for sure is that the bitch lived. She's fuckin' crazy as sin, now. But she made it. And she grew and became strong and waltzed into the Reaver camp one day with what was left of the Savages she had tracked down and enslaved on her own. Just walked right in and said, "These and more are your's. I'm workin' with you from now on." And they fuckin' accepted her. They didn't try to enslave her, or nuthin'! Just took one look at her and said, "Fuck, yeah! You belong here with us." And so here she is, visiting her old nightmares on the people she keeps count of.

<br><br>She knows us all, too. Make no mistake about that. She knows who we are, what we look like, what we have and have not done. She knows it all and she remembers it all without even fuckin' tryin'! And that's what she does here. She monitors us, makes sure we're in good physical health, and she knows just who to sell to which customer, depending on their preferences. No one ever comes back complaining they got the wrong slave from her. Everyone who does a deal with her gets precisely what they ask for.

<br><br>And if you don't sell? If you get past the age where most people are interested in buyin' ya? Well, I've smelt the meat she cooks over her fire, and it ain't cow, or deer or rabbit, I'll tell ya that much.

<br><br>So you watch your ass. 'Cause she would just love to split it wide open and stuff you on a spit for roastin'. And ain't no one else but her gon' take care of ya.



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Mama is verifiably insane. There is nothing about her that could be considered normal at this point in her life. She loves being a Reaver. She gleans more pleasure from keeping tabs on all the slaves she in in charge of monitoring than she does in anything else. Even sex, wine, or any other pastime. If you're in cahoots with her, you had better watch your back. She does not care who you are. If she feels slighted in the least, she will shoot you in the face, back or whatever else she can reach without batting an eye. It isn't even about self-preservation. It's about immediate gratification. She has the patience of a two year old, and one hundred times the temper. And firepower.

But if you've really got your heart set on it...

<br><br><b>LOVERS</b> ~ Pfff! Yeah. Right. If you get sex from this woman, she's using you for something. Or distracting you from something. Otherwise, she is not interested in any way, shape, or form.

<br><br><b>FRIENDS</b> ~ *snorts**distant laughter* Ok, ok, so! As unlikely as it is, should anyone actually consider this person a friend, it is definitely one sided. There might be, one...count them, ONE!!! person that Mama might consider a friend. And the character player and I would need to discuss it before a decision would be made. And some rp would hafta happen to determine if their characters were compatible. Other than that, NO. Mama doesn't like you. Yes. She would sell you in a heart beat. Yes. She would kill you in the next. And, YES, she would then proceed to eat you purely to show her level of contempt and disregard she felt for you.

<br><br><b>ENEMIES</b> ~ This is highly likely. As in, she views every person around her as a potential enemy or slave. How you view her is entirely up to you, and quite honestly, even her fellow Reavers probably hate the fuck outta her. But she's Hella good at what she does, and she can turn them a profit and get them return customers better than anyone else out there in the Mojave.

<br><br><b>WORK RELATED</b> ~ This is about as likely as the enemies. If you've bought a slave from Reavers or the Garden or where the fuck ever, you probably had some dealings with this bitch. And maybe she seemed really pleasant, but you, being the shrewd and attentive person you are, noticed something was off about her. Something distinctly disturbed and predatory. Oh, yeah. She got you what you wanted, but damned if she didn't look at you like you were her next meal. And not in the "I'm giving you money and you can buy food now" kinda way, but rather in a "This bitch is going to literally eat my face" kinda way.


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