Chapter 3 - A House in the Middle of the Plunder

All those who know love
can say that I don't lie,
for love is a nice dream
and the worst of nightmares
Lady Eladia of Rosanor

With the roar of the barbarian filling the tent, Pit woke up instantly, jumping from the floor where she was sleeping until now, and with shacking legs lifted her sight from her square in the tent, bent over herself, maybe trying to protect herself, maybe because of shyness for her nudity.

— I don't know how could I fucked you yesterday... you're a bone bag without any trait —grunted haughtily   the big barbarian—; you aren't worthy of the shirt I gave you. Go bring water! Now!

The girl ran for the tent flaps that the barbarian was pointing to, scared of the loud barbarian, his screams making her shake with fear. Taking an empty jug she found near the flaps, she hurried to find the nearest fountain, trying to avoid the soldiers of the camp —she had tried to cover her nudity with the big shirt, that for her was nearly a long dress, fearful to remain so long there to grab her own clothes. Few soldiers where in her way, thanks gods, so she didn't have many problems,but some lusty looks followed her nonetheless. Finally, when she came back to the tent, the bigger in this camp, the barbarian ought to be some kind of officer of sorts, she saw him grabbing her clothes and jewels and putting them back to the improvised sack he used the night after to cover her head. When he noticed her, he left the sack and approached the girl, taking the jug from her hands.

— How many years until your boobs grow? —asked him with a grunt, starting to drink directly from the jug.
— I... I don't know... years... ten... fifteen... I don't know... —she answered, her sight down.
— Fuck... if I have to feed you until then, it's not going to be worth to take you a job. Have you drunk yet? Drink. And wash yourself, maybe without all that filth you'll be less ugly —he said, putting down the jug.

The girl approached carefully to the jug, looking for any movement of the barbarian, and started to drink the water, using her hands as a cup, trying later to clean herself wetting a point of the shirt to scrub with.

— Are you going to use my shirt to wash yourself? You humiliate it by wearing it, if you want to wash yourself, take it off! —the barbarian roared, flopping down to the bunk, scratching one buttock, looking his nails afterwards, black with filth— My clothes are clean!

The girl, shacking, nodded and started looking for anything she could use to scrub herself, finding a rag in one corner, using it, in spite of the filth of the own rag.

— You better earn every effort I'm investing in you, filthy skinny brat. Don't you dare believe I'm doing it out of charity, although it may seem so. And... fuck... I can't stand that... I'll have to find a way to cover your ears... or I could cut them —said he, looking to his knife.
— No!! Please, don't do that! —the girl screamed, covering her ears with her hands, shaking and wet eyed.
— Last night you didn't want to cover them, remember? —said he, joking— Normally I prefer women to learn their place... with all four to the ground... but you couldn't hide what you are in that way, and could make me sick. So I'll tell you to do the froggy. Do you know the froggy, Pit?
— I... I don't know what it is that...
— Have you ever seen a frog? Or a toad? The toad suits you —said he, laughing.
— I know how frogs are... —answered she, sight down, bitting her lips. She was a cute girl, but the barbarian's words were shattering her little by little.
— So, when I tell you, you do the froggy, Pit, you grab your ears and bend the legs as a frog, are we clear? —the barbarian stretched an arm to the jug, wetting his hand to rub his neck, to relieve the heat that was coming with the daytime. The elf sat in the floor, shacking, grabbing her knees, bitting her lower lip, silent— I didn't hear you, Pit! Are you deaf as well as ugly and skinny? Because, if that's the case, you don't need ears!
— I... I'm listening... —she said with trembling voice, tightening the grip on her knees, starting to cry.
— Now, do the froggy, Pit! —the barbarian screamed, training her like a dog.

The girl cried even more, maybe with rage, maybe with shy or all that at once. Finally, the compelled and obeyed, fearing the barbarian slaps, that could snap her neck easily enough, and lied down the floor, her hands over her ears, her legs spread and bent over themselves, like one frog indeed. Nude as she was, he could see her completely without any clothes to obscure her pale skin in the light of day.

— Fuck, you're ugly even in this way... —said he, stretching a hand, touching her crutch with his thumb, not much rough yet by the sword wielding— You know what's the purpose of this pose? Can you imagine it?

The girl just curled a little when she felt the touch of the big man, tears crossing her cheeks, nodding softly between sobs. Yesterday the barbarian gave her some classes about life she would prefer not to take.

— Good. Now clear up all this —he said, moving away his hand, cleaning this thumb in the shirt she was wearing, his face grimacing with disgust—. When Zen comes, I want this clean and  want you to stop bawling... and if I find her with an odd behaviour, I won't content myself with leaning my dagger to your butt, do you hear me?

She nodded, lifting from the floor clumsily, almost falling to the floor again, and silently, she started cleaning up the tent, happy to have something to do and don't think of the horrible things that have happened in here yesterday.

— You should feel lucky I caught you —he said with a grunt before starting looking for something... his beer barrel, he must have laid it in some corner last night— When I come back, I want to find my beer, it must be around here... you are warned —he finally started to dress himself with cloth and mail.
— All... right... —she said with a shaky voice, rubbing her eyes to clean off her tears.
— Tch... I'm too careful with you. And you can't appreciate that —said he, before standing and leaving her alone in the tent, alone with his weapons and filth, maybe the barbarian didn't fear she would wield a weapon against him.

She continued cleaning up, calming little by little, scrubbing the floor with a broom, finding its place to everything that is scattered by the tent, arranging the sheets of the bunk... making everything to forget the awful events. Some time after, he barbarian's head appeared between the tent flaps.

— Pit! Continue to clean up everything! I'm going to the city. If I see that elf, do you want to tell him anything from you? As well as you know how to do the froggy now —he said, laughing.
— No! Please, don't tell him that! —she said, shacking her head with horror. If her brother knew that... she'll be ashamed forever. But the barbarian just left, leaving her alone once more, and mortified, wishing he didn't find her brother, but wishing him to be alive and alright.

The next time the barbarian showed up, some two hours later, he was stained with blood, and his face was a shade whiter than when he left. Grunting, he ordered the elf to begin packing the things he had there, helping her with haste. The girl didn't understand what had happened, but obeyed, didn't want to cause the wrath of the barbarian, not when he reeled of blood and sweat.

— What happens? Why are we packing? —she finally asked, when the tent was nearly empty.
— Zen was hurt. They tried to rape her. Are they animals? —said he with rage, without giving a thought about the young elf he just raped last night—; when we finish packing here, we'll move to the city, I've secured one house, it'll be better for her than this filthy tent.
— Why are you so concerned about her? —she asked, without understanding many of what he said, while she was finishing packing the goods.
— She's a good friend. I met her thinking of her just as a maid, but we shared some nice times when she gave me those blow-jobs... and I worry about her, she's a fragile woman in the end. Ah! and she's pregnant with my child —he said as if remembering that at last.

He carried the packs outside, they wouldn't carry the tent, that would wait until the camp was lifted when the army went to the north again. Pit followed him, carrying the most light stuff, and the two of them started towards the city, where Beorn guided her to the house he had chosen, a two story little house, with two rooms upstairs, kitchen and common room in the ground level. There wasn't chimney, but a hole in the ground to fill with firewood. The barbarian dragged the girl to the room where a healer was tending the dark woman that rested in bed, bandaging her shoulder with care.

— Is she awake? —asked the barbarian, with a soft voice to not perturb the woman's rest.
— No, but she awoke before, the pain was too strong so I put her to sleep again. She'll wake up in a few hours —said the doctor, finishing with the bandage.
— Do you know if they... they managed to rape her? 
— No, they didn't... she fought with all she had, she must be a very brave woman —said the doctor, shacking his head.
— She is indeed. She'll recover, don't she? —the barbarian's voice was soft and tender, his eyes fixed on the woman.
— Yes, in a few days she'll fill better; she only has to regain her strength and complete rest, she lost a good deal of blood, make sure she drinks a lot when she wakes up.
— So, you can have a quick look at her? —the barbarian said, pushing her forward— she don't stop crying, so maybe something hurts her.

The girl looked to the doctor and then to Beorn, who seems another person when he speaks of the woman in bed, and then to the same woman, but the push made her forget her thoughts and looked to the doctor with fear. He approached her, and examined her, but there was nothing of great magnitude, just a sore cheek from the slap she received and the cut in her buttock, but she didn't even told him about that out of shyness.

— The girl is fine, very healthy, she may have another cause to cry.
— Well... thanks, I'll take care of these two. If she gets worse, I'll send the elf to get you here —with a soft slap on the neck, he send the girl outside the room— Pit, find something to eat in this house.

The girl groaned for the slap but hurried downstairs to the kitchen, starting to search the cabinets and larders, taking mental note of the edible stuff she finds. In no time, doctor and barbarian went down the stairs, the doctor exited the house and the barbarian joined the girl in the kitchen.

— What did you find? Chicken? Oatmeal? Vegetables? Those are sick people food. And wine to recover the lost blood!
— Carrots... onions... some tomatoes... three of them half rotten... and flour to make bread... and look, dough to make oatmeal.
— Do you cook, Pit? —he asked, looking at her with distrust.
— Y-yes... Salma taught me when everybody left us... 
— All right, Pit, now you are responsible of Zen. If she is thirsty, you'll give her water. If she has to clean herself, you'll have to help her. If she's hungry, you'll cook for her... and you'll start now. When she manages to sleep, you'll go out to not bother her. And careful with enchanting her... I'll know it —he said, with his blue and cool eyes fixed on hers.
— I... all right —she said, nodding, without forces to try to plea for her innocence about magics.
— I took your clothes... I'll give them to you. When you have to do the froggy, only take of your trousers, there's no need to see you nude, I prefer not to —he said, exiting the kitchen, going upstairs to go with Zen and watch over her.

The girl bite her lip, lowering her sight, her eyes wet with tears, her spirit crushed by the harsh words of the barbarian. In spite of everything, she started cooking, taking some of the kitchen appliances to make a soft meal for the dark woman, some oatmeal and carrot porridge, the water taking its time to boil. When she heard the harsh voice of the barbarian again, the smells of the food almost ready was all over the place, and with haste, she prepared two cups of oatmeal and porridge and took them upstairs, with a filled jar of water and two glasses. She didn't know if Beorn would like to eat, but she didn't want him complaining about that if she didn't bring him food too.

The dark woman, Zen, had awoken earlier than the doctor said, and she looked pained, a hand over the bandages covering her shoulder. She welcomed the elf with a soft smile, a friendly one in fact, and accepted the tray with the cups, starting to eat, complaining a little about the simple food, but eating it anyway. The barbarian ate too, scowling, but that was the only available food at the moment. The elf waited in silence until they emptied the cups and took them down, to wash the dishes. The barbarian went down the stairs too, stopping at the kitchen's door.

— She's asleep, don't you dare wake her up, do you understand? Now, finish there and come to the common room, I want you to do the froggy, and I wan't you to do it so silent that even me could not hear you, am I clear enough?
— Y-yes... —she answered, in spite of her shacking legs and her swelling eyes, wet with tears that came when the barbarian said that froggy thing.
— Don't take much time in here, I need to empty myself, and Zen can't do it, her wound would open —he said, returning to the common room.

The elf started crying silently while cleaning the dishes, hating herself and hating the barbarian for making her do something like that. When the dishes were done, she started to the common room, her legs shacking, her sight blurred by tears she tried to wipe off, but new ones replaced them in no time. She saw the barbarian seated in a sofa, in the middle of the room, and he motioned her to approach him. She sighted, and started to go in his way, dragging her feet until she was at his hand reach. He took her by one shoulder and made her stumble towards the sofa, making her lie down there, and with a coarse voice, soft, to not make noise, said "The froggy, Pit... do the froggy".

She scowled and tried to resist, but a shake of his hand and she remembered the great force of the man, and trembling, her hands wrapped around her own ears, while her legs spread, tears going down her cheeks while he started to unbutton his trousers with a hand, the other placed in the girl' shoulder, making her skin in the soft sofa cushion. It was painful, but she managed to only moan a little, but with only that he grunted with distaste, he didn't want to wake up Zen, so he moved the hand from her shoulder to her mouth, sealing it, at the same time he released himself from his pants, and started to place his body between her thighs.

— How can you be so fucking ugly...? You're lucky I'm here to fuck you, because nobody would like to fuck you... —he whispered, making her weep more than ever, letting her know of his great size, in spite of it being flaccid. He fixed it with some wipes of his hand, his mirth growing to full height, hard as a rock, hot as an oven.

He smiled an evil smile, letting his glans tap her pubis, without entering but making her anxious and terrified, without saying a word because of his hand against her mouth. She grabbed with sheer force her head sides, her little body trembling, her cheeks wet with tears. She couldn't make a thing to free herself, and his cock was there, menacing her, threatening to stab her at any time. And he didn't take long, with a push, he made his cock enter savagely inside her, with a lot of effort, because she was so narrow and he so broad. He let scape a groan of pure pleasure, while her chest went up and down fast with her breathing, suffering pain and shame.

He started to push harder, entering little by little, until his great mirth was inside her until it's half. If he entered completely, he would kill her, so he had to stop when there was no more room to go inside. And then, he started with the rhythmical thrusts, once, twice, thrice... she lost count of all times he went inside her. She only could sense the pain coming to her in every push, as if her womb would explode. He started moaning more and more, softly, but enjoying the moment and her narrowness. Then, without a warning, he thrust with all his might, entering a little more than ever, and started to fill her with his semen, leaving her with a warm and sticky sensation inside of her, making her nauseated, but happy it ended finally. He breathed rapidly, his cock inside of her, she could sense the pulsating of the great phallus in her innards and how, little by little, it went limp again, but never too limp, as if it would like to continue this task.

Finally, the barbarian let her free, his cum oozing between her legs, her pussy dilated, aching by the brutal treatment. He sat himself in the sofa, breathing heavily, and smirked a little, eyeing the elf, finally releasing her mouth.

— You did good, Pit... that was good, heh? You're ugly, but your pussy is so narrow... a shame it'll widen if I continue to fuck you... in no time, the only man you'll have a good time will be me, my cock is much more big than everyone's else —he bragged, laughing softly—. Now, now... you've been a good girl... I'll let you lick it clean, what do you say?
— W-what...? —she asked, her eyes open wide, trembling from head to toe still aching, half fainted.
— C'mon... come here and lick, you'll like it; you don't have much opportunities to taste something like this everyday —he said, taking her by the hair, and lifting her from the sofa, made her go down, head first against his crotch, holding her head against his enormous cock—. C'mon, lick it and enjoy... I might fuck you again if you make a good job.
— But I don't want you to fuck me... please! —she said, her mouth against the cock, that jumped when it sensed her mouth movement.
— Oh, don't be silly... of course you do... don't have to play the shy maiden with me... every elf are the same, just filled of lust.

And he then started to move her head, making it rub against his cock, she trying to break free, but his hand had a tight grip on her hair. With a pull, he made her scream of pain, but before she could close her mouth, he fitted his glans inside her mouth. She tried desperately to pull back, but it was impossible, he had a good grip on her hair, and his other hand was now in her chin, sinking his fingers in her cheeks, making her stay with the open mouth while he pushed his hip towards her, making his cock sink between her lips, while bitter tears ran down her cheeks, wetting his fingers. He laughed a bit, enjoying the sorrow on the elf, and started pushing his hip rhythmically, as if trying to fuck her mouth, but softly, not a quarter of his enormous cock was inside her, as if he only wanted her to know how was in charge there. He then released the girl, and she pulled free, coughing and spitting, nauseated, a hand over her mouth while he laughed.

— You, Pit... you have a lot to learn... you see, you're my slave, you'll have to do anything I tell you to do, do you understand? and if I tell you I want to fuck your mouth, you open your mouth and be glad I chose to fuck you that way. And if I decide to fuck your arse, you go down your knees and spread you buttocks for me. As long as you do that, I'll be good to you. Am I clear or not?

She only braced her knees and cried quietly for a time, with his shirt as her only garment, until she fell asleep there, in the wooden ground.