Cleaning Up

Bonnie whimpered. Her grip on the headboard white and shaking.

Somehow her body had born the Barbarian's pleasure.

Mine certainly won't. I'd never survive that. My mouth was dry and I was shifting uncomfortably.

"Thank ye, Bonnie." He rolled off her to lay next to her. Moving the leather pouch back over his slickened groin and dropping a palm to his abdomen as he relaxed. Reaching aside his bed, he withdrew a couple coins and put them into her waiting hand.

He followed Bonnie out of the bed. Walking over to unchain me from the fireplace. Handing the chain to Bonnie.

"Another coin for ye, if ye take her down to the pond and show her how to clean up for a servicing."

Servicing?

Is that what'd just happened? I swallowed. But it felt like a jagged rock rather than my own saliva.

Bonnie nodded and took my chain.

I could escape her. Run while I had the chance.

Though Bonnie seemed sturdier built then me I thought perhaps I could still take her.

Mardichi caught Bonnie's other hand and stuck a thick switch into it. Giving me a meaningful look.

"If ye lose 'er. Ye'll be takin' 'er place." Mardichi told Bonnie sternly.

Bonnie looked petrified.

I was petrified.

We both need to get out of here before the beast decides to partake of us both.

She looked at him a bit desperately before her back straightened and she tightened her grip on that switch.

Yes, she would most definitely hit me with it to avoid belonging to him.

I grimaced eyeing her. Clearly, I won't be escaping at the pond.

***

"He's not that bad." Bonnie had my chain hooked around her waist while she stood thigh deep in the pond. Splashing icy water over her body and careful to splash it with great momentum, between her legs. "It's just the sheer size of his part. He's as good a man as any."

She paused thoughtfully. "Probably better than most. Least he treats me as a woman and not just a mere slave."

"Are you his slave?"

"Nay." She shook her head. "I belong to the neighbor just there." She pointed. "Jimmy. But Mardichi buys my favors from him now and then for a bit of coin. Then he sneaks me a couple for bearing the pain. He tells me to keep it for meself, says Jimmy ain't the one doin' that!" She laughed slightly.

Groaning and holding herself as the laugh obviously caused her pain down low.

"Why don't you escape?"

"Oh, no!" She shook her head adamantly. "You don't understand. A slave woman can have some power in her position. Men will favor you, give you things you want if you keep his cock happy. But if you try to escape him he'll punish you with that same bit. And the pain can be unbearable. Then they'll really treat you as they own you."

Seems that's what was intended for me as it was.

She shook her head meaningfully. "Don't do that, Girl. Learn to take him into you." She gestured to my lower body. "Please him. Making him happy. He'll treat you good, if you do."

"Look at the size of me, Bonnie!" I cried gesturing down my overly slender frame. "He'll never fit that in me!"

"He'll make it fit." She grunted.

I gave her a wide-eyed, horrified look.

"Perhaps not the best turn of phrase." She admitted in way of an apology.

I'm going to die. I realized.

***

Bonnie guided me through what to wash and how to properly clean up for a man. Than she walked me back toward the hut. She'd have had to fetch a wheelbarrow to push me had I locked my heels any harder.

He's going to shove that thing in me and I'll split apart. I'd seen how Bonnie struggled and she was far more voluptuous then me.

I felt far from up to the task.

Bonnie opened the door and soundly shoved me in. Slamming it closed behind me.

And leaving me with the monster.

"How was yer bath?" Mardichi was at the table. His heels up on the corner as he leisurely whittled at a bit of wood near his middle. His waving red hair slung around his shoulders as his head was tipped down. Blue eyes intent on his task.

I turned stiffly in his direction and chewed my lip.

"What would it take to make you let me go?" I blurted the only thing I could think. The same thought pouring over my mind. A desperate desire to live.

He scoffed in laughter and slid his feet to the ground. Rising from the chair and setting the bit of wood aside. Slipping the dagger in the strap of leather circling his pelvis.

I eyed it desperately. Wondering if I could get to it before he swung one of those massive fists and knocked me across the hut.

He grunted as if sensing my thoughts amused him.

My eyes trailed up over densely muscled thighs, well-honed from battle. Up over the bit of leather that concealed his most dangerous war hammer. And up over his abdomen which looked carved of stone. His chest seemed constructed of two square blocks branching from wide shoulders. His arms were as thick as tree trunks I'd seen.

I swallowed. Mouth suddenly dry.

"Please me well. Impress me and I might consider it. But I find it unlikely. I doubt you can properly prepare a meal. Much less service a man well."

"Well I-I...I've never done that."

"A fact which I found glaringly clear when ye looked scared enough to wretch on me floor while Bonnie and me meshed skin."

"Meshed skin?" That seemed a terrible term for it.

He chuckled.

"I-I can cook. What if I cook well, clean well?"

"Nay. Willna be enough." He shook his head. "Not what I want."

My eyes flicked over the floor as my mind frantically worked.

"You're not getting out of it, Little One."

A sound very much like a whimper escaped me.

In-fact I'm very sure that's what it was.

He towered over me, a dark shadow cast so far beyond, that it darkened the floor behind me.

I've never seen a man so massive.

"Can I please go home?" I squeaked. Begging in desperation.

"Nay."