Varga Relieves Samia

Thankfully, night fell soon after. She couldn’t see him, but heard Varga’s voice.

Her yoke was unlocked, and removed.

“What the fuck have you done with her?” Varga snapped.

“She’s a whore, Captain,” Frost said. “She can’t help herself.”

“Any more of this barbaric treatment, and we’ll have a problem, Sergeant.”

Samia was wrapped in her robe, and walked beside Varga, unable to open her eyes as they walked down the mountain.

“I am sorry, Samia. I had no idea he would treat you this way.”

“It’s alright, I can cope.”

“I have a bath prepared for you.”

That was the best thing she’d heard all day, she felt such a mess, covered in piss and cum.

As soon as they returned, she got straight in the bath, washing the cum from her face first, so that she could see. She washed her body, then tried to clear the cum from her hair, but was well and truly matted in. All the soap in Hellsmere wasn’t enough to make her feel clean again after the day she’d had.

“The sergeant,” Samia said as she laid back in the bath, feeling its warmth. “Do you know him?”

“I’ve had to work with him before,” Varga said. “But I don’t know him particularly well.”

“He keeps asking about you, I just wondered why he was so interested.”

“Did you tell him anything.”

“No.”

“Good. Sergeants are often looking for a way to become an officer. If they believe a captain is unfit for duty, they may challenge them to a duel; they win, and they become an officer. Only a sergeant can do it though.”

It all started to make sense.

“Maybe you could give him some false information,” Varga suggested. “He’s probably tried training in the different fighting styles…”

They spoke for a while as she bathed then during dinner about what false information she could give Frost. Tomorrow, she’d be able to sing like a bird and avoid ****. As the evening wore on, they headed to bed, Samia cuddled up to him for comfort and warmth. In a world of such vile men, he felt like a man of honour, a man who might take care of her, when her mission was done.