They wake up!

Chapter 3 by Lysarion

Sven didn’t need many instructions from Oluf. They had plundered more villages and farms than he could count. With a handful of men, he broke into the main house. The lock on the back door was, as expected, simple and easy to open with a lockpick. They advanced quietly and routinely. The goal was to identify and secure all persons. No one should escape and possibly bring riders down on them. They found no one on the ground floor. Sven climbed the steep stairs to the upper floor. A man came out of one of the chambers, still half-asleep. Before he knew it, Sven had grabbed him by the hair and slit his throat. There was noise outside in the yard. Hence, stealth was no longer necessary. His men noisily stormed up the stairs. Sven turned to the chamber the man had come from. With a kick, the door flew open. What he saw inside pleased him. A young, obviously pregnant woman had shot up in fright. Down in the yard, he already heard another woman screaming. It would proceed as always. First, they would **** the women onto the straw beds, and then they would have to slaughter, roast, and cook for the mercenaries. In between, they would be **** to lift their skirts as needed.

The woman had retreated to the wall in fright. Sven licked his lips; he wouldn’t have to wade through his comrades’ filth. He would start right here. With one motion, he tore apart her nightgown. The peasant woman screamed something. He didn’t speak the local language, but it would be something like "mercy." The large, already milk-heavy breasts hung over the round belly. Sven licked his lips. Then he spat in the woman’s face. A push and she landed on the straw bed. He savored her fear as he opened his pants. The woman screamed again. But he was already over her. Desperately, Catharina kicked her legs. Sven wasted no time and choked her until she stopped resisting. "Ja, det kan du!" (Yes, you can!) grunted Sven as he thrust into the hole. The woman was dry and it hurt him to enter, but the woman began to scream like she was being skinned alive. Sven thrust harder. The woman screamed even more. Sven hit her hard in the face. Then she stopped screaming and only whimpered. Sven was solely focused on his own pleasure. He brutally kneaded her breasts. With a satisfied grunt, he came. He had missed this in recent weeks! He spat into her tear-streaked face again and rolled off her. Grinning, Aki the Finn was already standing in the doorway. No sooner had Sven vacated the bed than Aki threw himself on the prey next.