On The Front Pt 03

"That one," he said quietly, pointing in her direction. "I like them with some meat on their bones."

Fellis swallowed, her throat dry as the uniformed man appraised her further from the doorway, his eyes lingering on her breasts for moment before dipping down to her hips and thighs. "How long has she been here?"

"Few days, sir. Good girl, well behaved, ain'tcha?" her guard asked her, pulling a ring from off his belt as he stepped into her tiny alcove, keys jangling.

"Yes, sir," she murmured, tucking into herself slightly as he neared her, the obviously higher ranking soldier watching silently from the open doorway. "What's happening?"

"Captain Rennyn here's gonna take you with him," the guard said and then lowered his tone, voice a bare whisper as he pulled at her chains, "No sassing. Do as told."

Fellis didn't even dare nod in acknowledgment, instead lifting hooded eyes toward the other man, trying to peek at him while her guard undid her locks. He caught her instantly, his dark eyes matching hers as he shifted, shoulders lifting. Fellis simply blinked and nodded deference, lowering her eyes once more.

"The men'll envy you. She's a good sport, wets fairly easily. Think she's from one of the brothels up north."

"Come closer," the captain told her as her guard shifted aside. "Look at me."

Fellis did as told, stepping up into his reach as he grabbed for the manacles that still held her wrists together. He closed a broad fist around the center link between them and tugged her close, his clothes and body heat giving her a haze of warmth that she hadn't felt since that morning's first soldier, his sweaty large body draped over her while he took her from behind. She felt herself lean into it, letting him position her directly up the front of him. He was nearly a whole head taller than her and she whimpered as he jerked at her wrists, pinching them up. He was red cheeked, like his razor had dulled. But his jaw was hardened and his features had a dry blankness that made her nervous.

"At the first instance of disobedience I will dump you in an infantry tent and let them do whatever they like to you, is that understood? There will be no guard to curb them."

"Yes, Captain," she whispered, shivering up against him. "I understand."

*

She wasn't sure that her new situation was really much better, not from the way she had been chained standing to a tent pole and left alone for hours. Except that was silly. It was much better, obviously... But she was lonely, scared, and her legs were starting to ache and shake at times.

The heat from a low embered fire warmed her, at least. It was occasionally stoked by a young boy who seemed to be making the rounds between tents. The first sight of her had widened his eyes in a flash of astonished fear. He had utterly ignored her greeting and instead added another log, stoking the fire before scampering out.

She'd seen him a few times more and every time he had distinctly ignored her presence, enough so that she stopped trying to talk to him.

Her knees had started to occasionally buckle by the time a grown adult stepped into the tent. She recognized the captain immediately but not the slightly younger and smaller man that followed in after him. Fellis swallowed hard as they both paused, his eyes on her as a look that seemed to say he had completely forgotten her existence passed over his features.

"Right," he muttered to himself. "That's right."

"Should I leave you, sir?" the younger man asked, his eyes greedier than the captain's, though also surprised.

"No, no, this will only take a moment," he negated, brushing past her and toward the makeshift crates and boards that he had fitted into being a desk. Maps and documents were scattered across it and she watched as grabbed at empty parchment and ink. "Touch your fill while I finish this, Lieutenant, if you like."

"Yes, that's - I mean, thank you, Captain."

The younger man was very close to her suddenly, his hands caging her hips and bringing a chuckle from the man behind her. Rennyn was obviously bemused by the lieutenant's quick appreciation and Fellis bit down on the whine that wanted to rise in her throat as the shorter of the two tugged at her. Her legs prickled with pain as he slid a gloved hand between them and plunged fingers between her thighs. A whimper escaped as he thrust his middle finger into her, his other hand finding one of her weighty breasts and groping at it. He squeezed hard and she made another soft moan, lifting her head as he pulled his gloved finger out of her. She felt him grab at both breasts, her eyes squeezed shut as he pinched and tugged at her nipples.

"She's a beauty, Captain," he told the other man, ignoring her pained face as he twisted on her nipples.

"I've yet to try her out so go easy, Tenzi."

"Yes, sir," the younger man responded before groaning appreciatively. "Wonderful tits."

"Maybe she'll be your reward for a mission well met," Rennyn responded, moving closer to them again as he curled the parchment up, tying it with long and careful fingers. "How would you like that?"

"I'll do my damnedest, Captain."

"See that you do."

The groping hands left her abruptly as Rennyn tapped the scrolled missive against the younger man's forearm. The lieutenant took it and nodded sharp deference to the captain, once again ignoring her presence. Rennyn silently dismissed him with a tip of his head and by the time he turned her way the lieutenant was gone from the large tent. Dark eyes rose up the length of her and he seemed to assess her slowly as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose.

"Hungry?"

"Yes," Fellis whispered, noting the musky scent of him as he got closer. There was some obvious spice to it. Spice and soap.

He nodded, lifting her head so that he could watch her face. "And tired, I suppose."

"Yes, sir. But I can still- "

"Food and a bath, first. You reek of cum."

She could only imagine.