To wait

The rapist's body stiffens, and I imagine him sending his semen into the farmer woman's body. He rolls from upon his panting victim, and immediately the spearman throws his weapon aside and approaches the group. My scant knowledge of the Germanic dialect allows me to understand the jokes they exchange.
"Do you want her, Gunnar?" one of the men says. "You were the only one to have the young girl before she ran away, wasn't it enough for you?"
"Then you will want the boy," a second one approves, with a leer at the still bound farm-hand.
"Why would I need the boy, when I can have this woman like a boy?" the chief retorts, undoing his breeches while his men, understanding what he wants, force the struggling and kicking woman onto her knees. Grabbed by her hips, she screams feeling her ass torn by the barbarian's huge tool. He begins to pump her without mercy, while her son fights more and more, although vainly, to free himself from his bonds. Soon the tortured woman's cries, covering the scurrilities and laughter of the four men who surround her, are the only sounds I can hear, along with Aleka's sobs.