"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?"
"You heard me! Like you have a child do!" He grabbed a fist full of her hair.
"Ow, yes, yes, please!"
He released her and she bent her face down and lifting one breast took her own nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. The other man had taken Karina back into his lap and turned her towards Jenna. He ran his hands up under her smock while watching Jenna. Carl spent the wealth earned during the campaign seasons in exclusive brothels and ingraining himself with nobility. It was from the latter, specifically the Countess of Savoy that he had learned the debauchery he was inflicting on these farm women.
He had Jenna go from one breast to another in this act. Both women were ordered to keep their eyes open, and Karl had Jenna take more and more of her own flesh into her mouth. Her body shuddering with sobs, she was required to lick her tits and cover them with her saliva.
"Do you have children Jenna?"
"They, they died, Sir." Why did she lie?
After her globes shone in the lamp light from her own spit Carl reached with a hand and pulled her head up. His eyes, like those of a predator, fell on Karina. He nodded and Peter placed his hands on her tunic and in one swift motion tore it neatly down the middle, all the way to her navel. He then had her lift it over her head.
She too was a beauty. Brown hair done up in braids, golden skin, almond shaped eyes and full lips. She was to the naked to the waist in front of the men and Jenna. Her pants hung low on her thin hips. Her almost childlike breasts were perfect, crowned with large areolas' and nipples as thick as a man's thumb. Peter had her shake her hair out of its braids. It cascaded over her shoulders and chest. If Jenna was a beautiful woman Karina was a nymph, a goddess.
"Good." Said Carl, "now vodka."
Jenna poured him a cup that he drained, then another, which he finished in similar fashion. Karina poured his partner his drink, but instead of having it he left it on the table.
"Drink it." These were his first words. She reached for it with trembling hands and lifting it to her lips took a sip.
"All of it."
Karina stood there in a daze. Then her tormentor spoke to Jenna.
"Help her."
Not knowing what to do she went over to the younger woman. Jenna looked at the man.
"Take her head and hold it back, Now! Go on, good, now take the cup and pour it down her throat! Go on!"
As he started to get out of his chair Jenna finally did what she had told. She held the young woman's head back, and went to take the cup. Just then Karina stopped her.
"Okay, Okay." The girl lifted the cup to her lips and slowly drained it. Afterwards she sputtered and gagged. He made her drink one more, then go back to serving. She wobbled on her feet as she did so. Then Carl had Jenna do the same. Then the two mercenaries began to drink. They drained the two crocks before they had Jenna and Karina served them food. Hams smoked to almost black, ropes of sausages, pickled beets with clotted milk. All washed down with honey mead from kegs and current wine from stone jugs. The two women, who had not eaten anything since early in the afternoon, dared not take anything. Finally they finished, eating more food then Jenna's family would have consumed in a number of days.
While they laid out this feast Jenna looked at the window when she heard men's voices. She saw some of the soldiers carrying pine torches, and others who were lugging out the sacks of grain from the granary and loading into the carts. Others were busy carrying halves of swine from the smokehouse. Starvation! Over the years, centuries, folk would face death from famine, sometimes from drought, or flood, or pestilence, but most often as it would happen now, from a clash between kings and princes. She thanked Mary that the boys and Tomaz were gone and prayed that they did not return until these devils depart.
Now Carl eyed the two women. They shirked at his gaze. Finally he spoke.
