Chapter 2 - Furs, a Tent and a Stinky Shirt

Pain and  Love are two faces of the same thing,
and the one couldn't live without the other because 
nobody who has not felt pain beign in love, has really loved
Adal sur'Nah the Philosopher

Shandorah woke up when the big barbarian dropped her in the furs that carpeted the tent's floor. Her sudden scream died because of the gag that nearly suffocated her, but was enough to alert the barbarian that the young elf had finally awoken. She had enough time to see around a bit, the tent was large, not for a simple soldier, but a high rank. There was a bed, a desk and chair, boxes near the cloth walls, even a little fireplace, with plenty of dry wood nearby to kindle the fire that now was off. The tent flaps were a long distance from the place she was dropped, and the barbarian was between the elf and the exit, so no scape for now... even if she managed to scape, the tent must be in the middle of many more tents filled with lustful soldiers that didn't go to the raids, so a young elf like her would be a welcome gift for the men outside. She passed a hand about her eyes, drying the few tears that had emerged in the mansion not an hour ago. Then, she lifted her sight to the man, that frowned to her in a displeased way.

— You, elf... from now 'till ever, your name will be Elf... or maybe Pit. Pitye. You'll never look to me in the eye, or I'll kill you, you understand? You'll never use magic again, and when you or me go to sleep, you'll come to me to tie and gag you, am I clear?

The only thing the young elf could do was to nod, the gag in her mouth silencing all her words, and her eyes went watery again, looking down to hide her face from him. Meanwhile, the barbarian approached her, taking out one dagger, the same he used to cut her, it was still stained with blood, and started cutting the ropes he used to tie her up.

— How old are you, elf? —asked the barbarian, finally removing the gag so she could talk, but the first thing she did was cough very hard, her mouth dry by the cloth.

— Twenty years old... my lord... —she said, trembling a little bit, rubbing her pained and very red wrists.

— My name is Beorn Heavyiron, not lord... but you can call me master. If you were human, how many years that would make? —he asked with hatred in his voice.

— I... I don't know... twelve... thirteen... —she contracted, fearful of the big barbarian and his rough way of talking.

— What did you do to my friend when she went upstairs? —he lifted her skirt in one forced pull, taking off her dress in a very brute way, making her cry out of pain and surprise, leaving her in her underclothes, seated in the floor, over her hurting back.

— What friend...? Are you talking about that woman? I didn't do a thing to her, I don't know what are you talking about —she said, tears down her cheeks, even when he started to pull out her underwear, leaving her completely naked over the furs.

— I'm not going to kill you, so you better talk to me. What was that? An spell? Hypnosis? Empathy?

— I did nothing to her! You have to believe me... I don't know what are you talking about! —she started to defend herself, unable to stop the barbarian from taking her clothes away, looking at him while he inspected the garments.

— And why should I believe you? —he asked, still inspecting the clothes, until he cried out the discovery of a beautiful silvery brooch with metal flowers and little white gems— Aha! So it was this, isn't it? —he said, taking that simple brooch for a magical item, breaking it with his bare hand, making it only a mess of silver metal, tossing it to the tent door, and finally taking his time to look properly to the young elf.

— My brooch! No! It was my mother's! She gave to me before she was killed... you shouldn't have done that...! Why did you break it? —she said, tears overflowing her green eyes.

— Don't you dare pretend it wasn't the item you used to put a spell upon my friend —said the barbarian, tossing aside the elf's clothes—. I'll keep you far from the things that would allow you to make magic... Zen has it right, I'm too good for my own sake.

— But... but I can't use magic... —she defended herself, trembling to the words of the barbarian.

— Don't pretend, every elf know about magic; I'm not an idiot, Pit, and I haven't fucked today because of you, what do you say about that?! —asked the aggravated barbarian, towering above the little elf.

— I don't know any magic! And I'm not Pit, my name is Shandorah! —she fell to the floor when the barbarian slapped her, her cheek completely red, her ear ringing and her head a little numb, she could taste the blood in her mouth; and it was a soft slap, if the barbarian had stricken with all his strength, her neck would have snapped.

— That is for telling a lie and don't know to obey me. Now you name is Pit. Forget the past, you are a part of my plunder... not everything is always good. And don't you think I'm having fun. You look too much like a human... —he had a realization there— wait a moment... hold your ears.

— W-what...? —she asked, her mind still numb.

— Hold them, so the tip doesn't show —he said in a sharp voice. The elf, fearful of the barbarian, obeyed him, raising her trembling hands to her head, concealing her ears from the barbarian sight— You... lie there and open your legs... and don't you dare let go those ears —said the man, licking his own lips, looking at her intensely.

— N-no... please... —she started trembling, shacking her head, fearful of what would happen if she obeyed the big barbarian.

— You don't have a say in this, I'm giving you an opportunity to make up for I couldn't fuck some busty countesses today, because I had to drag you here, and  you're so ugly, and your body is disgusting... don't you want to make up to me, Pit?

— I didn't ask you to come to my house to rob us like a simple thief! —she tried not to cry anymore, and had to suppress her instinct to get up and run for the exit, because in the enemy camp, naked, she won't go very far.

— If you didn't enchant my friend, I could have carried on with the plunder after the battle victory. But you did it! So you have to obey me, lie down right now!

— I didn't enchant anybody! —said the elf, stepping backwards some steps, shaking of pure fear.

— By force, so be it... it's more fun that way really — said the barbarian, taking off the sack with the plunder, tossing its content in one of the empty boxes while she seeks for a way to go out, but the tent doesn't have any hole except for the entrance flaps and the ceiling for the fireplace. 

Finally, the barbarian approached the girl, lifting a hand towards her while his other hand still has a hold on the sack. The elf cried out when he managed to grab her arm, trying to free herself scratching and biting the big hand that doesn't seem to give up. The hand pulls her toward the floor, face first, and suddenly, the sack he was holding is now over her head, suffocating her cries but the cloth is so loose that she can breath with no problem.

And then, she could feel the enormous heaviness of the barbarian's body over her, armor and all, crushing her against the furs. She cried again, the sack wet where her tears fall, and try to scape, but it's impossible, her hind parts are tight trapped between barbarian and floor. He still had a hand over her head, so the sack didn't fall down and reveal her pointy ears, he'd hate that for sure, but the other hand was busy, unbuttoning his breeches, letting skin feel skin instead of cloth of metal. And she could sense it, the great hot rod that was his man parts, sprawling over her tights, making her scream in horror, fighting to free herself of the imminent rape.

But everything she did was for nothing, she couldn't free herself, she was at the barbarian's mercy, and he, lustful after the recent battle, wasn't going to give her up so easily. She could feel his hand grabbing one of her legs and pulling it aside, to make room for himself between her tights, and now she could feel that horrible hot sensation over her cut bottom. She cried again, more tears running down her cheeks and wetting the sack, and then she could feel it, the enormous glans, hot and swollen, rubbing tightly over her own sex, preparing to enter inside with a big thrust that failed, she was tight and new, a young maiden, unfit for such great mirth he had.

He grunted, displeased, but his hardness didn't go down, he could hear her cries of horror, and that encouraged him to make another attempt. This time, the potent thrust allowed his mighty cock to enter her a good span, feeling her tightness in the inside, warm and a little wet by the blood of her deflowered maidenhood. He could hear the pained screams of the girl, and holding her tight against the floor, his hip started to go forth and back, filling her with a good half of his enormous penis, if he tried to make it enter until his balls touched her he feared he'll rip apart the little elf, and that would end his fun. So he thrust once and more times, until she lost her voice, her screams only hoarse cries, her little body shacking of pain and shame, her blood staining her tights and furs below. He grabbed her by one tight, pressing until he could her scream again, and thrust more violently, feeling the heat go up, until he rammed his cock inside her as far as he could and with a groan, he finished inside her, filling her with his plentiful seed, some falling outside when he started to back off, oozing from her battered vagina, mixing with the blood.

She was quiet, but she was awake, her trembling body was proof enough. He finally backed off totally, his cock stained wet with blood and cum, seating himself over the furs, catching his breath, her tightness made him overwork with every push. With one hand, he pulled free the sack, tossing it aside, and making a sign to the elf to approach him.

— For a moment I thought I would end the war without fucking any maiden... now, lick it until it's clean. And don't you dare say you don't know how to make it —he said, his breath heavy, signalling his declining bulge.
She looked at him, blinking, tears in her cheeks and only by seeing his gigantic cock, she retched and vomited not one but some times. He looked amused at this, and not at all disgusted or irritated.

— Oh, my... don't say I've shot it up to your throat... ahhh... no... that's not my cum. Beware what you eat, it's common that you get sick.

She keeps crying silently, her lips wet of bile and an awful taste, but she suspects it would be better than the taste of that man's cock. Finally, the barbarian frowns, she didn't obey his order, so he grabbed violently  her head and with the other hand he pulls down her chin, the other hand over her eyes and forehead, forcing her mouth open, and motioning her towards him, he fills her mouth with his cock, pulling with his hip towards her face until it's totally inside her, she even could feel his pubes against her nose. She tried to fight, unable to breath, because that enormous cock clocked her throat, that tried to catch its air, closing against he big meaty rod once and once again, making him groan with satisfaction. Her tongue tried to stop him from entering her mouth, but the only thing she could do was to press the cock against her palate. She could sense her throat swollen with his mirth, and so tried to back off, but his hands had a hold on her and she couldn't move too much, nor bite that meat gag.

— Now lick... —he commanded, but without freeing her mouth so she wouldn't bite him. Instead, she tried to scratch him to free herself, to no result, because of his leather pants that only left uncovered his bulge, and that was all inside her mouth.

Her retches made her throat a pleasurable experience for the big barbarian, for it closed tightly around his cock, pulling it inside as a reflex action. Inflamed with lust, he started to fuck her mouth, backing and pulling his hip, holding tight her head, starting to pant while she tried to catch her breath whenever she could, tears running down her cheeks and wetting his leather pants. Her retches went on, while he thrust his hip against her nose, half suffocated by his cock going so deep inside her. Beorn lifted his head, panting, even shacking a little from the pleasure of her tight throat, but then, he looked down once, seeing her pointy ears, and with distaste, he pulled himself free, his cock finally spattering cum all over her mouth and face.

— Fuck... you're ugly! I commanded you to conceal your damned elf ears! —said the barbarian, panting, releasing the elf.

The elf retched and vomited again, this time is cum that goes out of her mouth, but the barbarian doesn't find that amusing, for he had fucked her mouth this time. She remained still, lied down over the furs, trembling, catching her breath, pain in her mouth and throat, in her sex and her tights.

— I'm going to sleep now... —says he, throwing her a big stinky shirt of his, one of the clean ones— there's thousands of soldiers out there, if you don't like to pass from man to man, go to sleep and don't think of run away.
She looked up to him, her eyes red with tears, trembling from head to toe, shrank back in fear, knowing the truth of his words, nodding while he wraps herself up the shirt.

— I hope you cry for your lost freedom and not for losing a tight hole, I've made the next one that haves you a favor by stretching it. And only put the tip... as a lover —well, it wasn't the tip, but the half of it, but for her, even the tip would have been too much. She don't answer the barbarian's words, but her crying go on and her little body shakes with every sob—; don't build your hope up, Probably I won't touch you again... I have women to do so... you'll only be a slave.

She trembled at his words, but with a hint of hope... if he would not take her anymore... then, maybe, she could be a little happy. The last thing she wanted now was to become the barbarian's whore. And with this in mind, she passed away, drowning in dark nightmares that made her night a terrible one. But not everything was nightmares in that fateful night, because, in the middle of the night, when she was fast asleep, suddenly, she sensed something grabbing her. She opened her eyes widely, only to see in the poor light a big shadow moving  towards her. Her ankle was caught in the big hand of the barbarian, who silently, eyes shut, maybe as asleep as she was a moment before, made her sprawl her legs before him. She cried a protest, trying to kick him, but his hold was tight enough to make such movements difficult. She started crying when he made his way between her legs, his hands over the furs way up her head, his body was so large her eyes stared the stomach of the man.

Suddenly, he thrust, but missed, his cock hitting her sex but without inserting in it, rubbing against her groin and stomach, making her feel the hot sensation of the erected pole. She cried harder, but he didn't seem to hear her pleas, and grunting something incomprehensible, he moved one hand towards his cock, grabbing it to press the glans towards her vagina, and then, he thrust again, this time, his cock entered her to his limit, and she, ached, shouted her shame and pain, grabbing firmly the furs beneath, her little body trembling, her tears going down her cheeks, suffering the slave destiny, one of nights rapes and day labour. He thrust one time and another, but without the vigour of earlier, fast asleep as he was, that was for him just a very pleasurable dream, but for her that was a really lucid nightmare.

He moved the hand that was in his groin to her body, she could sense the hoarse skin against her own, he grabbing a hold of her hips, and moving forward to her undeveloped breasts. He grunted again, something almost incoherent, except for some words "Fuck, Zen...your boobs are fucking small today...". He finished laying his hand in the girl's shoulder, moving with a little more mirth, she could sense the hot sensation building up to the moment he emptied inside her, feeling herself full of his cum, to the point that she would think herself about to explode. But he backed off, his white seed gushing out to the furs.
 
He then lied down again, leaving forgotten the little elf, that cried silently, a hand in her belly, the other over her eyes, trying to put a stop of her tears, her eyes ached, as the rest of her body, even her soul ached... how could she endure this all nights? He said he wouldn't touch her again, but not some hours after he said that, he raped her. It didn't matter he didn't even know she was the one he took, he raped her, and it would happen as long as she stayed there. But where to go? Maybe now the soldiers were fast asleep, or drunk, but she didn't think every soldier would be that way, there would be sentries, and even sentries would like to fuck a nice little thing like her. If she sent now, she would not be the whore of a man, but the whore of all an army. She didn't dare risk so much, and even if she could go home... would it be a home for her to come back? What was of her brother? Would he be alright? She feared he would be dead by now, she didn't know what made the woman with the ones remaining in the house, or if more soldiers came to plunder there.

With a little prayer for all those of her past, she slept again, wishing the barbarian would not touch her.