"Get your lamps lighted, and your candles, will you please? All of them, I wish not to sit her in the half dark. And stoke your hearth."
He spoke calmly and almost pleasantly. Something that made Karina more frightened. The women of course quickly complied. While they were caring out this task the two men doffed their armaments on top of a chest near the door. Pistols, knives and swords. Then from their boots another knife each and more pistols, though smaller and then those on their belts. Jenna overheard them speak to each other. The one that had struck her father was Karl, the other Peter. After unloading their weapons they had doffed their outerwear. Both were clad in white linen shirts. Carl inspected the home, looking into the two bedrooms that were opposite the kitchen. One held a large bed, intricately carved and covered with thick comforters. This was the bed Stephen had shared with Jenna's mother for over thirty years. The other bedroom was Jenna's. In the corner of the kitchen was a cot that Jenna's boys shared. In another nook was a bed for her bother Tomaz.
A soldier came in carrying two satchels which Carl had him set on the table.
"Oh, and heat water for us to wash." Again spoken so quietly and pleasant.
Jenna had quietly instructed Karina to load wood onto the hearth fire while she went around and used a taper to light all the candles and lamps she had in the main room. Soon the home was well lighted, far more then on the longest winter night except for Christmas. In the center of the kitchen was a large, fine wooden table, with two high backed chairs at each end and benches along the sides. Jenna poured two basins full of hot water and the men washed their face, hands and, striping off their linen shirts, their chest and arms. They had Jenna give them towels, and when finished they put back on their undershirts and then sat down, turned the chairs out so that they could extend their legs then sat down.
"Our boots, please." Again in a quiet voice.
When that task was completed Jenna and Karina set the boots by the hearth then returned to the kitchen.
"Good, now what do you have to drink here? Vodka, mead?"
Fighting to control her voice Jenna answered.
"Both, Sir."
"Good, good, let us have vodka first. Is it good?"
"Yes Sir, our, our family distills it here and sells it to the Prince." She cast her eyes down, fear trembling thru her body.
"Good, then vodka it is!" He sounded cheerful.
Jenna took two crocks down from a shelf and handed one to Karina. Then she placed a cup down in front of each man. She started to pour Carl his drink when he stopped her.
"You are not in the proper dress, let us say," this line elicited a laugh from his companion, who so far has said nothing. "In the proper dress of a good Polish serving wench."
Jenna froze. The man looked her over.
"No, no your not. Take off the apron." His voice was quiet.
With fumbling hands she untied the knot behind her back, then lifted the item over her neck and then folded it and placed it on a bench.
"Good, and now the blouse."
"Sir, Sir?" Tears welled in her eyes.
Karl reached up as quickly as a cat, pulling Jenna to her knees in front of him. Then he took her face in one strong hand and looked at her. He waited a long moment then spoke again, in a quiet and smooth and most frightening voice.
"What is your name?"
"Jenna, Sir."
"Jenna, I have fought in more wars and battles that I wish to remember, as did my father and grandfather, hiring out to whoever paid the highest. I, as they, do not risk my life for the gold I receive, or the estates that have been given me. I do this so that when I find a woman as beautiful as you I do what I please, how I please and as often as I please. Do you understand me?"
Jenna nodded, her eyes dropping. He shoved her back onto her feet. She reached with trembling hands to the lacing of her blouse and undid it. Once undone she lifted it over her head and placed it with her apron. Now she stood there with her breast strap. She paused for a moment, but the look in his eyes had her reach up and unwind this garment. This she dropped to the floor.
As the band came off her breasts fell loose. She posed an incredible sight. Her tits were full and while so large they folded over they did not droop. Her skin in the lamp light was creamy white, and her teeth were bright and perfect. Her belly was nearly flat, with just a fold of fat, and her navel was just right. She was enough to arouse both of these looters, even with all the women that had taken.
"You are a fine woman, Jenna. Come here."
She stepped up to him, having no desire to test him. When she was close she took her breasts in his large strong hands and began to squeeze them. He pushed them together and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath now was ragged, and as he molested her she shut her eyes. Tears ran down her checks.
"Does you good husband pay enough attention to these fine tits of yours, Jenna?"
"He, he is dead, Sir." Having said that she regretted it.
"Ah, recently? It was not our men, I hope?"
"He did die, fighting, fighting the Swedes, ten years ago. At the Oder, where you were defeated.''
"Will I do not care, for I'm not a Swede, but tell me, ten years without a man touching these?" He continued to fondle her flesh, making her body spasm and flinch. "Not a farm hand, or perhaps a brother?" With this Peter laughed.
Carl then in a sudden move grabbed her and placed her on his lap, facing away from him. She could feel his hard dick. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears sprung from them. She shook with fear and revulsion.
"You're not going to be a cold fish, are you Jenna?" he asked quietly.
Jenna froze for a second, and then reached with both of her arms and placed then back around Carl's neck. She slowly moved her ass through her skirt and underclothes against his cock. In a soft voice she answered him.
"No, no,..." she moaned as he felt up her tits, "fuck me, as you wish."
"Open your eyes, good. Now take those fine Polish tits of yours and push them up."
Placing her own hands on her breasts after a moment she did as she had been told.
"Good, now suckle them!"
"What?"
