Peasant's wife

A cold wind swept through the small medieval village, causing Margery to shudder and shook her long brown hair. The rough fabric of her dress scratched her skin, and she shivered again, wrapping her arms around her newborn child. She glanced nervously towards the horizon, peering at what seemed to her very much like a car - a modern car, a shiny black luxury sports model that she had owned back in her old life, a life which now felt as impossible as the idea of a car existing in this place.

Her heavy milky breasts ached, her nipples wet with milk. She wanted desperately to return back to her time, where she lived comfortably in her large mansion with her butlers and maids waiting on her every need as CEO Martin Jones, the billionaire tech genius. But instead, half year ago, she had been swapped bodies with a peasant woman called Margery, thanks to a time travelling spell that Martin had performed by drunken mistake.

“Oi, Margery! What’s wrong with ya?” a rough voice called out, causing her to turn around. Her husband John, a short, rough, dirty man wearing a worn out tunic, was coming towards her. Margery tried to hide her disgust at the sight of him and quickly composed herself, pushing her long brown hair out of her face.

“Nothin’,” she replied, her voice trembling. (Damn, I hate it! I sound like a damn peasant and can't even pronounce anything right.) “Just feelin’ a bit off, is all.”

“Ya been actin’ strange ever since the babe came. Ya need rest.”

Rest? If only that were the problem. Martin had been a ruthless businessman, stepping on anyone to get to the top. But now, trapped in the body of an illiterate woman in a time long forgotten, he felt powerless and humiliated. It was not only just body swap but also a personality swap. He gain her emotions, feelings, fears and knowledges as well.

"Rest? Rest! Ye be a damn peasant, and yet ye be givin' me orders!", Margery shouted.

John’s expression darkened, and he grabbed her arm roughly. “Watch yer mouth, woman! Ya best remember yer place. Ya must obey me and serve me like a proper wife should. Ain't no room for yer madness here!"

Margery yanked her arm away, seething. "Don't ye dare touch me like that! I not be yer equal, no matter what ye say!"

"Not yer equal, eh? Yer just a dumb, stupid wench, and that's all ya'll ever be. Now shut yer mouth before I beat ya."

Margery trembled with fear and fury. She hated the powerlessness of her situation, but she also knew that fighting back would only lead to more punishment. So, she held her tongue and swallowed her pride, hearing how baby in her arms started to cry. (Damn, he's hungry again...) She sighed and sat down, opened her dress and allowed him to nurse her milk. (Oh, God, how I hate this... The worst thing is, I'm supposed to be powerful CEO of a tech company, and now I'm feeding a baby with my boobs in an medieval village like some common peasant! I swear, when I'll be back, I'll destroy this guy!)

"That's right, Margery. Feed our son. Yer a good mother, aren't ya? So, ya might as well forget yer silly notions and concentrate on yer family, eh?"

"I’m not who ya think I am. I come from a place with big tall buildings and… and things that light up without fire!” she shouted. (Oh God, I can't even explain right... Damn it! )

John stared at her, his eyes widening. "What are ya speakin' of, woman? Tall buildings? Light without fire? Sounds like madness to me!"

Margery grabbed his arm, pleading, changing her tone in last hope of finding an ally. "Please, John, I ain't what ya think! I'm from a future place where I was someone important, and I don't belong here!" She paused, lowering her gaze at baby who eating her breast. "This, it..."

John’s face twisted in anger. “Enough! Ya need a healer, not more o’ this madness.” and she couldn’t do nothing else, than obey him. Her new husband was not kind, not at all. But still, he was her only chance to survive in this new world where women were nothing more than servants, and their lives were owned by their men.