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Salty Gift of the Devil	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 20135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit of any of the characters or other elements of The Witcher 3 contained within the story.

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Summary:
Ves is in Velen and helping out Roche with his fake guerilla campaign against Nilfgaard Forces by simply doing nothing. Roche's one-sided decision leads to events that bring Ves on the verge of becoming the Blue Stripes' company whore. Almost...

Tags: F/M, hypnosis, anal sex, blowjob, rough sex, dirty talking, impregnation

Word count: 15.122

Author's comment: Guys, this is an unusually 'big' scene to introduce Ves into the main story including an unusually 'big' sex scene near the end. You should know that this is a great exception and will not happen again. Nonetheless, I didn't want to unnecessarily split it up and then stretch her personal story so you just have to read less for now. I hope you will still enjoy it. Take your time if necessary. Thanks.
It didn't suppose to be like this.

Ves was sitting around the campfire with her Blue Stripes comrades and twiddling her thumbs, speaking about the war as if it was happening in a very far place and not being their concern, as if Nilfgaard wasn't their greatest enemy and oppressor anymore, as if they had given up their hope for an independent and free Temeria.

The morale of the troop was chastened, in the best case. Instead of fighting a countrywide partisan war and helping the people in the near villages, Vernon Roche considered it best to abstain and do nothing about the marauding nilfgaardian forces murdering male temerians, raping and enslaving the females before burning their beloved homes to the ground.

And this wasn't even the worst part of it. By far...

What Ves and the other soldiers hated most was the fact that they were ordered by Roche to ignore their cries and pleas for help, turn them away without offering an alternative place to hide or an explanation. Every one of the Blue Stripes remembered what thing of horribleness occurred after the very first time they had to do this.

One morning, a temerian peasant and father of three little sons at the age of five, seven, and nine had achieved to escape from a nilfgaardian death squad in his village and to reach the camp. Out of breath and with two kids in his arms and one sitting on his shoulders, he stood before the two soldiers Ruclei and Lisuk who were the youngest and most inexperienced members of the unit and begged them to let them inside, to rescue them.

Totally overwhelmed by the situation, Ruclei and Lisuk were just up to wave them through as Roche and soldiers appeared at the entrance to the cave, woken up by the noise and children's cry. Instead of doing what was right and everyone expected, Roche ordered both soldiers to not let them inside and - if necessary - to force them to turn around and go back wherever they came from. Everyone looked at each other like it was some sort of a bad joke but Roche was dead serious and repeated his orders several times.

Ves will never forget the father's desperate attempts to hand over his children to Ruclei and Lisuk, his plea to save them at least while they clung to their father and not wanted to go without him, not leave him. But every time the soldiers held one of the children in their arms, Roche grabbed and gave them back. The whole situation quickly turned into a heart-breaking nightmare, and Ves, the second-in-command, had to even enforce Roche's given commands against her own will.

And when the father and his little kids were finally gone and silence fell over the place for few minutes, the real problem raised from the soldiers' hearts; an insurrection. Half of the eighty-six men drew their swords and crossbows, aiming right at Roche's head, accusing him of treachery and demanding his head spiked on a spear. Only with pain and misery, Ves and Fenn (third-in-command) were able to calm the angry mob down before everything turned into a damn bloodshed.

Ves persuaded Roche to send a little squat after the people and check out what was going on there. Having no other choice, he teeth-gnashingly agreed and let them ride out under Ves' command. When they arrived at the village, a horrific scene revealed itself to the soldiers' eyes, something Ves will never get out of her head again. Within thirty minutes, only fucking thirty damn minutes, the nilfgaardians achieved to burn down the peasants' homes and slaughter each one of them. Their pale bodies were spread all over the place while the disgusting stench of death made the wide-eyed guests blow chunks and fell off their horses.

And this wasn't the worst. Not yet...

As Ves came closer to something that looked like a big pile of burned bodies in the middle of the village, she recognized the three wooden toys the kids had in the hands when they cried and begged them for help, their tearful eyes piercing through their souls. This was the very moment when Ves collapsed and fell to her knees, couldn't hold back her tears. The feeling of futility and failure gnawed on her, as she yelled her frustration into the world.

They could have saved them. Each one of them. Why didn't they?!?

A question she wanted to ask Roche and not let it remain unanswered, no matter what his reasons were or not. Back in the camp, the turmoil was in full spate, and as Ves told everyone what happened, the atmosphere slumped even more. People called for blood. Roche's blood.

Being cornered and facing the inevitable, Roche finally came up with the truth, or let's say confession, as he told that his main goal was always the long hedge of a free Temeria. Therefore, he would have stricken up an alliance with the former Redanian spymaster Sigismund Dijkstra and former Temerian spymaster, Thaler.

Together, they would have secretly conversed with Nilfgaardian messengers to report back to Emhyr, with the emperor promising to recognize Temeria as a vassal state to Nilfgaard while the rest of the north would be swallowed up by the Empire if the group could help him win the war, if Roche stopped attacking their supply routes and troops in the area once and for all.

Roche's explanation instantly resulted in a mass exodus of soldiers. More than forty men left the unit and kept accusing him of being a traitor and nilfgaardian whore, telling that they would rather die in freedom than live as slaves under the nilfgaardian oppression. The other half of the unit stayed. Among them were Fenn, Igo, Oven, and Finch. Even though Roche had expected such reaction, he was visibly shocked by the sheer number, and how he told her later, the men's shortsightedness in political matters having an impact beyond their short horizon.

And as if all these things hadn't been worse enough a day before, the remaining men and Ves suffered a huge loss in the next morning. Ruclei and Lisuk's bodies were dangling in the air. Both young men committed suicide by putting a rope around their neck and jumping down from the third floor of the cave. In their last letters, both explained that they couldn't live knowing that they had left those three children for the certain death.

Ves will never forget how Lisuk's elder brother wept bitterly and held him in his arms, swinging back and forth in despair, not wanting to let go of his little brother's pale body while constantly calling Roche a child murderer and rat. The sight pierced marrow and bone. Only Ves could keep him from starting an attack on Roche. However, this didn't stop more soldiers to leave the unit. In the end, their number remained at twenty-eight.

A disaster.

In only twenty-two hours, the whole situation turned into a nightmare and Ves wished she had never become a soldier of the Blue Stripes and never joined the Temerian Forces at all.

It was that bad.

And as if Roche's reputation and authority as a captain weren't battered enough and on a verge to vanish into thin air, he also laid down new rules which prohibited every soldier to leave the camp, to receive and send letters to their relatives and friends, or to order drugs, alcohol, and yes, prostitutes. Many men including Ves protested in strongest terms but Roche remained firm, stated that these measures were necessary to minimize the risk that someone unintentionally disclosed their plans, even though those men who already left them knew them too, of course.

Roche didn't care for logic.

And today, after full seven months and one boring day after another, demoralization and hopelessness completely gained the upper hand in the camp and they were staring into space. Occasionally, few soldiers had gotten the permission to go grocery shopping in the Devil's Pit, buy beer and visit the doctor. Thanks to Barrett, they hadn't been starving or fighting diseases. He was taking care of them, without fuss or quibble.

Well, not thoroughly if Ves had to be honest. His brothel in the Devil's Pit was still a no-go area, even though Barrett possessed a big and the only one in Velen and its vicinity. In this very point, Roche remained adamant, said the men shouldn't be too distracted by carnal desires and remain ready when the war broke out again, and the soldiers kept following his instructions.

Yet.

Over the past months, Ves more and more realized that those instructions affected her as well. Not in a direct sense like it did the men but by her own presence in their midst. As the only woman in their unit, Ves knew that she demanded a lot from her comrades and how they were frequently looking at her when they thought she wouldn't see them. Ves knew what they desired and would do to her if she weren't the woman she was now and known for.

To make something clear. During all the time she was with Blue Stripes and in this stupid cave hiding like an idiot instead of fighting like a skellige valkyrie, Ves had never gotten sexually harassed, insulted, or actually abused, not even slapped across her backside. Not a single man had ever made a sexually suggestive comment about her. Not once. About other women, yes. But about her, again, never.

In the beginning, Ves always thought it was because of Vernon Roche, of course. But the truth was simpler and more satisfying. Her comrades respected her first and foremost because of her remarkable sharpshooter and sword skills, and because she had fought countless times, side by side, in battles on the frontline, and survived where many died. This was why they were seeing her as the unit's lucky charm and as one of them.

But as much as this fact was still true, Ves had to come to realize that the situation in this camp was different of what the unit was usually dealing with. Under normal circumstances and after successfully fulfilling their missions, Vernon Roche usually allocated enough free time to the soldiers to pursue their needs like seeing their families, getting drunk and stoned together, and yes, spending their hard-earned orens on prostitutes in the next brothel.

Everything was in balance. Here in this damn camp outside the civilization, the situation was a completely different one. They had been three times already when Ves caught men masturbating in their own tent, one of them with a self-made picture of hers with her tits out and calling for a big cock. As the second-in-command, Ves confiscated it of course but the soldier kept jerking off as if nothing happened.

Another time, Ves caught men talking about a popular fantasy in which she would quit the service and instead secretly work as the unit's personal whore behind Roche's back. Every man would have their fun with her and free to abuse her mouth, tits, pussy, and asshole as rough as possible. And she would love to get gangbanged and treated as a slut, of course. When they saw her standing right behind them and understood that she heard everything, they just gave her a wink and continued to fantasize again.

Ves was getting more and more issues to keep order. The inhibition level had extremely decreased and Roche seemed to prefer ignoring the problem. And yes, Ves told him everything about her experiences. He only countered that as long as they left her well alone and didn't pressure her in any way, there was no problem at all. Ves fumed at the ignorance.

Not that she was concerned about the little possibility the men could eventually come to the decision to 'forcefully' let their filthy imaginations run free, but how this attitude opened the floodgates to future insubordination and increased the chance of little group formations within the unit itself. These groups could cover up for their comrades' infringements, for instance, if someone left the camp in the middle of the night to visit the brothel and his accomplices lied to her about it.

Briefly speaking, by giving the men too much space, you risked the loss of authority. And once authority was lost, it was very hard to regain it, or even impossible.

And out here, this could bring about ruin.

And worse.
"I have to go to Oxenfurt and speak with Radovid, Ves. You'll be in command in the meantime," announced Roche while squatting and bagging up few things. Ves just entered the place and was taken by surprise by Vernon's plan.

"Now? When were you planning on telling me that?"

"Did I not just tell you about it? What's your problem this time, Ves?"

"My problem is that my commanding officer thinks that I'd be a good idea to leave his men in this very stupid times," Ves explained and crossed her arms, pressing her lips in annoyance. "Roche, your presence is essential. Don't know if I can still fully enforce your word here."

"You will handle it. Always do. Just make sure that they don't do anything stupid and the Blue Stripes still exist as a unit." Roche smirked slightly and throw his bag over his shoulder. "I'll be back on Wednesday again. Cross your fingers the bastard doesn't know anything about our deal with Emhyr. Otherwise, I'll never get back and you have to grapple with these nitwits of so-called special forces."

Roche's smirk got broader.

"Great... Now I feel even better, knowing that I can really become their commanding officer someday. Just get your ass back here again as fast as possible, Vernon!" Ves shivered at the idea to become the leader of this lazy pack and genuinely wished it would not come to that. She and Vernon always used to be together, as a team and as best friends. This should never change.

Ves accompanied Roche to the main hall where he talked to the twenty-eight soldiers and informed them about his plans, and that he expected to find everything at his exact place when he was back again. The rules remained the same. No permission to go out, no communication and contact with other people, no drugs and pussies. He trusted them to not make Ves' life as miserable as possible. That was all. Roche was never a copious speaker.

The soldiers nodded and sighed, then saluted respectfully. Outside, Ves and Fenn watched together how Roche rode off into the sunny horizon where the beautiful buildings of Oxenfurt were garnishing the scenery. Waiting a moment to absorb the warm feeling, Ves didn't realize that Fenn had already returned back into the cave. His behavior was conspicuous during the last two months, calm and unobtrusive but atypical for someone who always spoke out and reminded everyone, especially her, of possible mistakes and dangers, which was his job as the third-in-command, of course.

Ves' instinct didn't betray her as she walked back and saw with widened eyes how Fenn and the soldiers, packed and ready to take a journey to whoever knows where, were standing side by side, joking and laughing together.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Fenn turned and smiled friendly. "What does it look like, Ves? We're leaving too."

"What the f--" muttered Ves and looked angrily, letting her sight float over the men. "If this is a joke, Fenn, then you should know I'm really not in the mood for it. You all doing this because you wanna make fun of me in my first minutes as your commanding officer, don't you?"

"No, we are leaving. Actually leaving this place, Ves. Planned this weeks ago. You should come with us. Here is nothing to gain for your, either," added Finch, the marksman.

Ves instantly drew her sword. "This is betrayal, insubordination, and desertion all at once, boys. Roche will court-martial you if he--"

"In accordance with which governmental law and institution, hm?" asked Finn and stepped closer. "Temeria doesn't exist anymore. Foltest doesn't exist anymore. His children, Boussy and Anaïs, are dead or missing. Adda is Radovid's personal whore. Temerian peers have sold their asses and titles to nilfgaardian and redanian aristocrats. And the temerian people have resigned themselves to their new oppressors... and those who didn't get raped, enslaved, or murdered in the meantime."

"Enough!" Ves shouted, not wanting to listen to what she knew was the truth. "We are supposed to be a family and as long as we stick together, Temeria will always continue to exist. Vernon Roche--"

"Roche is a good fighter, a good commander, and a good strategist BUT has NO fucking idea of politics and leading a fucking revolution, Ves. You know that," interrupted Finch energetically. "If not Radovid or Dijkstra is gonna betray him, Emhyr certainly will. We can't trust them, any of them. If we wanna live to see Temeria free again, we have to do it by ourselves. It won't happen if we just wait, kiss up and suck flaccid cocks! We have to snooker them into the situation where they have no other choice but to accept a free Temeria. And fucking hell, if it's necessary, we are more than ready to die for the right cause. Am I right, MEN!?!"

"Oorah!!! Oorah!!! Oorah!!!" shouted the entire unit with a lot of self-confidence and pride. As much as Ves needed to disagree and tell the men they must be wrong, she couldn't stop her eyes from welling up and shedding tears. This was the reason why she joined the Blue Stripes. Why she was so proud of being a temerian girl and a warrior. This was it. And the feeling was as addictive as at the very day Foltest himself gave her the unit's badge.

After wiping off her tears, Ves sighed and sheathed her sword again. "Boys, I honestly feel the same way but sipping out on Roche isn't right. Wait and speak with him. Even he knows it can't go on like this. C'mon. Do it for me."

"I love you, Ves. We all do. You know that," acknowledged Fenn and smiled. "But we all know Roche as well. If he had set his mind on something, no one can talk him out of it. No matter how futile and stupid his idea and plan is. He's a damn pighead, girl."

"So, therefore it is justified to disappear and escape like this and leave him alone?"

"We don't escape nor disappear! Our objective isn't a secret, Ves. The Devil's Pit. We will head off there to amuse ourself for a short period of time. I already informed our former friends. They're ready to take up the fight again. We will meet them and bring the whole family together again."

Ves couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is... this is insane, guys."

"Join us, Ves. Come with us. You don't owe Vernon anything anymore. You owned the right to wear this armor and carry this badge thousands of times already. Give you a start," Fenn said.

"No!" Ves protested with a heart-bleeding. "I'll not break with Roche. Not this way. As much as I think you are right and Roche is wrong, Fenn, I couldn't ever live knowing I let him down this way." She placed her left hand on his shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. "And you will regret this. Believe me. After you have drunk your beer and fucked your prostitutes, you will quickly realize your mistake and come back. The moment you have spent the last dime of your money, you are dust. And then, you will ask Roche's forgiveness... We all know what will happen."

Fenn and the others kept quiet, didn't say a word. As they were up to leave the cave for good, Ves uttered confidently," I give you twenty-four hours, boys. Tomorrow, you will be here again. You'll see."

In this very moment, Ves couldn't picture to herself how wrong she was going to be...
It wasn't the first time when men moved away from the camp, secretly and thought she wouldn't have noticed it. In all cases, those men returned after a few hours after they got their head together and some free space. Ves abstained from punishing them because she knew herself how cramped the camp could make someone feel if you had to see the same people every day, from the moment you opened your eyes till you went to sleep.

But this time, it was different. The first day without the soldiers passed quickly. Ves used the free space and loneliness to do inventory, mop the caves, read a romantic drama about the eternal love between a vampire and a sorceress (and a witcher and a white wolf trying to destroy it), and a long shower since the daily water ration of the entire unit belonged to her now. Even falling asleep was so nice without the pandemonium of male snoring.

When the first day was over, Ves became more and more impatient. The healthy silence turned into an awkward one. The knowledge the camp could be attacked any minute by nilfgaardian forces or even worse bandits exacerbated the discomfort even more. Each little strange tweet coming from outside made Ves twitch at day and startle her out of her sleep at night. She was literally sitting ducks.

The third day was filled with self-doubts and the question of how she was going to explain Vernon the dead emptiness of the camp. Ves was ready to say something like - hey, Vernon. How you doing? By the way, the entire unit has disbanded and there are no Blue Stripes anymore. But apart from that, everything else is okay now - and then hoped the ground would open and swallow her up so she didn't need to endure his bollocking.

For the first time in her life, Ves was really anxious about the possibility Fenn and the others could really mean business and carry the matter too far only to prove her and Vernon their point. In case they didn't really return, she would have failed as the second-in-command and commanding officer. Something Ves had to avert by all means.

So, at the fourth day, Ves decided to go the Devil's Pit and speak with the men, convince them by arguing and promising upcoming necessary changes with the plans, even though they weren't arranged with him. Nonetheless, Ves preferred to argue with Vernon and Fenn together in a camp full of soldiers than alone in an empty one.

Afternoon, Ves prepared her horse and rode to the gate of the Devil's Pit which wasn't far off from the camp. Luckily, the sky was blue and the sun warming up her pale skin. It was a beautiful day. Butterflies were jumping up and down from the flowers to the air, birds tweeting in happiness. Velen could be such a beautiful place if people didn't try to kill each other.

Standing at the gate, Helmut, a former nilfgaardian soldier and now a deserter working for Barrett, greeted her friendly. "Hey, Ves old girl. Here for new supplies again?"

Ves gave Helmut a short hug and smiled back. The last ten times, he had helped her to load up the carts Barrett was providing them with. Without Helmut, Ves and the others would never have made it so quickly and fuss-free back to the camp again. He was a true sweetheart.

"Really wished it would be because of that but no, honestly... Did you see Fenn and the others?"

Helmut nodded and kept smiling. "The first half is getting rat-arsed in the tavern and the other half making the wenches rich in the brothel. Fenn, Finch, and the others should be still in the whorehouse as far as I got correctly informed, Ves."

"What a surprise," Ves joked sarcastically and then coughed slightly, stepped closer. "Is Barrett here by chance? I really need to talk to him. It's urgent."

"No, he isn't. Sorry to tell you that, Ves. As far as I heard, he and lady van Engelsberg had some important business in Lan Exeter... But I'm just a bouncer," Helmut joked. "What do I know?"

"Then you have no idea when he will return?"

"Again, I'm just a bouncer of a little village. I hear things, not more. Sorry."

"No problem. When Barrett is back, could you please tell him that I really need to talk to him?"

"Sure. Right away when I see him. You can count on that."

Ves give off a relieving sigh. "Alright. I should better go now. It was good to see you again, Helmut. And thank you for everything. Take care of yourself!"

"You too, girl."

The guard opened the door and let Ves inside. The entire place was filled with people and peasants talking with each other and doing the shopping. Originally, the Devil's Pit used to be an abandoned quarry with a round diameter including four floors. At the bottom of it, there were living refugees, families with kids, and former soldiers. With an iron hand, Barrett ensured that everyone got food, water, medicine, and education for free, and protection. According to Helmut, about three two thousand people had been already settled down in the Pit's cave system and their number would be increasing every single day.

On the second floor and stage, two schools, one temple of Melitele, one church of the Fire and one of the Great Sun (yes, it was even showed consideration for the nilfgaardian community), one infirmary, one Vivaldi's bank branch, and one bakery and butchery were taking place and offering their services. The third floor was specifically set aside for various stalls and pushcarts selling different types of things. Barrett was getting one percent of the merchants' turnover every week. The normal inhabitant didn't pay a dime of taxes.

Finally, the fourth floor was containing the guards' barracks, one big stable, the prison, the place of execution, the Gwent club, and the brothel, of course. The tavern itself was just next to the gate and in between the quarry and connected to the brothel via a unique cave system independent from the main one. Ves heard once that in the basement would be holding special events containing mass orgies and other naughty ceremonies but never had a chance to get a glimpse of them.

And above all this, Barrett was ruling like a king of his own city-state. Ves didn't know how he achieved that but the nilfgaardians, redanians, and even bandits were avoiding and leaving the place alone. The Devil's Pit had established itself as a neutral ground and last sanctuary for war victims regardless of origin, race, gender, and social rank. The common folk and merchants admired him as a holy savior BUT tried to avoid him like the Catriona plague. Why?

Barrett's arrival on a place was always met with fear and awe, as no one but him himself knew where or upon whom his attention will fall. Since Barrett preferred to leave people alone and allowed them to live their own lives they way they wanted and used to, and he only showed up when someone acted against the rules, caused turmoil or jeopardized the public tranquility, his presence, and active intervention were greatly feared, ended very often very bloody and brutal.

Ves heard once Helmut saying that as long as you didn't have to make acquaintance with Barrett in person, everything was okay with and in your life. But if you had to, then better be honest, penitent, and confident. Or just quicker and better them him in killing people. Ves had to laugh at the image someone could be that. There were reasons why Barrett had worked for Foltest as his personal assassin and more precisely as a bogeyman, why he hated the given military title of a "Captain" by him, and why he and Vernon were like big brothers to her.

Barrett's history in the Temerian Special Forces and Intelligence could fill an entire novel series. Not to mention about his relationship to her and Vernon.

After passing the Gwent club, Ves entered the brothel called 'The Devil's Girls' and let her gaze wander through the main hall brimfull with men and whores alike. It wasn't hard to find Fenn and Finch sitting at a large, round table where a so-called stripper was dancing upon and around a steel vertical pole. There were four such tables placed around the main hall including an oval-shaped senior platform in the middle where three sexy girls were giving the erotic performance of their lives. Below this platform on all its sides was the bar and its counter full of sitting men drinking and enjoying the show. Since Ves was never inside this brothel, her eyes widened in amazement at its ambiance and size.

"Ah, look who is here to see us," Fenn stated with a cheesy smile, had obviously visited a barber and let his head shaved clean and trim his beard a goatee. The same went for Finch, with the only difference that he seemed to let his beard trim a circle one - like Barrett. "So you finally saw reason. Good girl."

Ves took a seat between both men and tightened her eyebrows.

"No. I'm actually here to convince you about a return, Fenn."

"Oh, damn that's gonna be funny then. Okay. We are listening."

One of the barmaids came by and put a mug down on the table, filled it with beer. When she was gone, Ves took a long drink and wiped her lips clean.

"Boys, I just wanted to say that you got your point across, alright? I agree with you on many things, on Roche's mistakes, the war, the future, the company's role in it. On everything. As the second-in-command, I promise you I will talk to Roche and he won't have another choice than to make a strategy shift. He will--"

"We already told you, Ves. NO fucking talks anymore. If you're going to talk the talk, you've got to walk the walk. You know that," Fenn made clear, eyes blazing angrily. "Roche has forgotten that. Forgotten who we used to be... Fuck him. Fuck his gay asshole Emhyr and Dijkstra. Fuck them all!"

"Yeah, fuck Roche and his stupid rules and less well-off policy understanding," Finch added.

"And what is the alternative without Roche? Who will finance your fight, your cause, hmm?"

"Barrett will and the people of Temeria."

"Bullshit. You both know Barrett only helps us because of Roche and his friendship to him," Ves hissed, let her fist smash against the table. "Not because he gives a fucking damn about what happens to Temeria... And you are talking about the temerian people? Have you gone once to the caves and saw what the situation of those people really is right now? What have they been gone through? They are BROKE, gentlemen. Just escaped with their lives and no more than a fright. You get nothing from them. Forget it!"

"Then we will steal what we need from our oppressors, dammit! Ambushed their patrols and convoys, take back what is ours. We will look after ourselves!"

Ves gave off a heavy sigh. "Yes, because that worked so well for the Scoia'tael too."

"Fucking shit..." Finch cursed and emptied his cup.

"Boys, if we like it or not, Roche is our only chance and hope to realize a free Temeria." As Fenn intended to interrupt, Ves placed her hand on his and looked him into the eyes. "He will relax the rules and change his plan. You have my word on that. He has to."

"Ves, girl... As much as we respect you, and you know that... what makes you believe he will listen to you now after ignoring your objections over the last months?"

"Because I will threaten to go and talk to Barrett myself if necessary," Ves explained. "Roche is not the only one who is on good terms with him, you know."

Fenn and Finch exchanged glances.

"You all have saved up your orens over the last years, and what is it worth now? Almost nothing, right?" Ves hinted. "How long until your savings are depleted and you all haven't enough money even to hire the cheapest crack whore in Novigrad?"

Index finger slowly circling around the mug's edge, Fenn kept quite and reflected about her words. Ves was in a cheerful spirit that both finally saw her point, as Fenn looked up and smirked slightly, lips closed. Something in his eyes told Ves she wasn't going to like what he was going to say to her.

"We'd really like to believe you, Ves. Really. But you have proven yourself too often of only being Roche's henchman... woman... whatever. You know what I mean. Who doesn't say we all go back and you do nothing, play for time? What is our guarantee you don't just forget about us? Who says we won't keep doing the same thing again?"

Finch nodded to his friend in approval.

"What have you mind, Fenn? C'mon, stop the chit-chat and tell me what you want?" Ves asked in annoyance as she recognized how his gaze fell down to her cleavage and c-cup tits, and he licked his lips before looking up again.

"I promised the men we would proceed and move forward with our lives. When I shall tell them to go back and sit on our hands, again, then I need to offer them an incentive, something they are ready to accept and use as a pledge, something it helps to keep order in the unit until the necessary changes have taken place, by Roche and you," Fenn argued blatantly. "In other words, Ves, if we can't go visit or take along the whores we need, someone else has to take their place in their stead. Do you understand me?"

Shaking her head in disbelief and disgust, Ves was at a loss for words for a moment. Fenn and Finch weren't laughing nor joking, dead serious about their proposal, or better say demand. After all those years, even words of long-standing comrades were obviously worth nothing. In the end, it was still a matter of whether having a cock or a pussy. And who was fucking who.

"Are you serious?" Ves hissed, at verge to completely lose her temper. "Are you shitheads really serious about this?!"

"It is how it is, Ves. Accept it or leave it. And don't take it so personally, girl."

"Not personal?!?" Ves shouted. "You expect from me to prostitute myself for the entire unit, and not take this insult so personally? Are you fucking nuts?!?"

"You have done much more humiliating and worse things for Roche," Fenn tossed in. "Remember when you let yourself get enslaved and sold by the havekar to the Scoia'tael in Brokilon so we could locate their exact position? You were undercover for three whole months. Three fucking months. Or do you remember the deal with King Henselt for the time we were guests in his camp in Aedirn? How Roche himself sent you like his little whore to Henselt's royal tent, and this every night to ensure the deal remained in order? Two weeks, dammit. And you never made the slightest sound and complaint. Or how you----"

Ves couldn't hold herself back anymore and jumped up, took her heavy mug and poured down the beer Fenn's balded head and then threw the empty mug in Finch's teeth. The crowd couldn't stop laughing and applauded.

"FUCK! YOU!" Ves yelled and let her deadly gaze wander from Fenn to Finch. The urge to use her fists increased incrementally but she was able to regain her composure. "I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

With one turn, Ves headed back to the door, seeing red. She would have set the entire brothel on fire if the establishment wasn't owned by Barrett. Outside at the wooden railing, Ves kept cursing and asking herself why all these things had to happen to her. Every time Roche fucked things up, she had to pay for it, mostly by her body and price. And she had even warned him about the problem of authority, and the consequences of the loss.

Now, the fat's in the fire...

As she calmed down again, Ves' gaze wandered over the people patting and hugging each other, telling jokes and just being happy about the fact they survived and were safe now. Children were playing tag and enjoying the day. Here in the Devil's Pit, the world was alright and the war far away, a someone else's problem. But the issue was deceptive, reboiling in the shadows.

During all her time with the Blue Stripes, Ves had to make a lot of sacrifices. And the truth was that even though she had gone through the same physical and psychological training like the others in the company, most of her active missions had generally revolved around the circumstance she was a woman, meaning she had to do things men couldn't; impersonating a prostitute, sex slave, or a hussy whose ninety-nine percent of the job was to infiltrate a male target (mostly smugglers such as havekar and elven slavers) and its male surrounding by getting used, screwed, and abused by them, so she could extract the necessary information and deliver it to Vernon Roche, who, in return, could shine and appear as a white knight in the place, rescue her and eliminate the suspects.

Mission accomplished. Terrorist wasted. Temeria, ten. Scoia'tael, zero.

And Ves never rose a complaint, not a damn one time. She always considered it as her duty and a necessity to win every battle, despite how disgusting and humiliating it was, against the relentless enemy. And she was always successful and her comrades acknowledged her efforts, respected her for her sacrifices.

How did Ves learn to handle the psychological pressure?

The answer was hypnosis.

Vernon bought a magic crystal from a witch called Abigail who lived in her house on the outskirts of Vizima. This crystal contained a mirror image of a person created by Abigail on behalf of Vernon himself, and according to the specifics the person needed to successfully accomplish an undercover mission. Her name was Bianka. She was even officially noted in her military personnel records and used during all her undercover missions when working as a prostitute, slave, and mistress.

The idea was that Ves looked into the magic crystal and got hypnotized. By doing so, her consciousness was overlapped by the Bianka character. It wasn't like she was someone else or not in control of her own body and thoughts anymore, but her decisions, the way of her enunciation and gesticulation adapted themselves to Bianka's traits. For instance, if Ves didn't much like to drink nilfgaardian beer, Bianka loved it. So, when Ves had to drink nilfgaardian beer to stay alive and to not jeopardize her mission, Ves gave in to Bianka and loved it too.

Of course, the reality was revolving more about sexual kinks and sex practices than drinking habits. And there the main problem started. Bianka was like an imaginary wall. When she slept with the enemy, when she told them how much she liked their cocks and asked them to bang her harder, Ves deemed every word and action as a part of her job, every little humiliation and enjoyment alike. She psychologically disassociated herself from the situation and this way protected herself from utterly losing her mind.

However, the longer the hypnosis lasted, the harder it became for Ves to distinguish her own thoughts and decisions from Bianka's. Ves was present when Abigail told Vernon about the possible and dangerous side effect; a personality disorder. If someone was hypnotized for more than six whole months, the possibility of a complete assimilation increased by fifty percent. Luckily, Ves was never that long on undercover missions so far. Her longest was about three months max.

Therefore, the problem evolved more from the relative frequency. To do all the undercover missions, Ves had to make use of Bianka (yes, she addressed the hypnosis by her name) quite often within a short period of time. During the year before Foltest's death, Ves was hypnotized more than six times in a row. The conflation of her own mind and Bianka's proceeded quickly, and Ves had started to feel how her own voice became more hollow and Bianka's stronger than ever.

After Foltest's death, the undercover missions ended and Ves had time to recover and find herself again, until the day with Henselt...

And now Ves was supposed to do the prostitute thing without Bianka's help but with men, she considered her friends and she knew for years and decades. How could she justify her actions and odd feelings now? How should she handle the pangs of remorse popping inside her conscience? Ves had no idea but one thing she was totally sure about; if she now went back to the camp and had to tell Vernon the unit was 'gone', then she wouldn't only have to live with the knowledge she had failed but also had the opportunity in her own hands to avert it.

The funny thing about this whole mess of a situation was that Barrett actually warned her years ago when she was just a rookie and applicant to become a Blue Stripes soldier. With his masculine but serious voice and gaze, he adduced reasons why women didn't suppose to serve as soldiers in the armed forces.

Despite biological reasons and issues related to male protective instincts on battlefields, Barrett extensively warned her about the great possibility of becoming the unit's plaything, because men would be still men, and no matter how much a woman tried to be and acted like one of them. If they looked at her, men would always and only see, quote, a blond, sexy mare on two feet ready to get fucked and bred. Feminism and progressive thinking would never prevail against biology. Even the mere possibility was just fantasy. Period.

At that day, Ves hated Barrett for saying such cruel things to her, called him a misogynistic asshole. However, over the last years of her duty and especially after her missions, she began to see the truthfulness in his statements. And today, his words literally seemed to backslash her. But Ves was a fighter more than ever and ready to swallow the bitter, red pill.

Turning around, Ves entered the brothel again and directly headed to the desk Fenn and Finch were still sitting at. As both men saw her coming, they pulled their mugs toward them, for safety's sake. Nonetheless, they kept calm and didn't grimace in any mocking way.

"I have three demands first if I have to play the unit's whore!"

"Alright," Fenn said, taking a sip. "We're listening."

Ves sat down and took a deep breath. She wasn't that nervous long ago.

"First, I want your word that Roche will never ever get to know about our deal here. Do you understand me? This will remain our little family secret and each one of us will take it to the grave. Understood?"

"Understood. What else?"

"Second. I will remain the second-in-command and you will follow my orders as usual. No insubordination, no backtalk, no innuendos or anything else compromising my authority."

"Fine. The last one?"

"Third. I decide where, when, and with whom. And no tongue kissing, no anal sex, double-penetration, deepthroating, gangbang, and other sick shit. Just plain, good old sex. That's all."

Chuckling to himself and looking over to Finch, Fenn remained silent for few, long seconds before he raised a bit and pulled his chair very close toward Ves the way his dark face and eyes were just a few inches away from hers. His whole calm presence changed into a threatening one.

"The answer is NO," proclaimed Fenn without batting an eye once. "The men and I are watching for too long how you've been hiding behind Roche's back. This has to end and it fucking will."

Ves furled her eyebrows.

"This time, you will not wriggle yourself out of the affair because of your big daddy. This time, you will learn your true place in the company."

Ves kept her blue eyes straight.

"You were never interested in keeping the unit together. You--"

"Fuck you, bitch! The Blue Stripes mean a lot more to me than to you or Roche, just to make that clear here once and for all. Who do you think kept the soldiers in line over all those years, pulled the strings so Roche could stay the leader and you become his XO, hmm?! Who do you think kept the men from killing him and raping you during all those years?!?" A cold shiver ran down Ves' back. He was dead serious. Fenn was never like this before. "Even when the half of the unit turned its back on Roche and more men went off later. And you still stuck by him. Even after what he has done to those kids and villagers!"

"I talked to him SEVERAL TIMES, Fenn!" Ves blurted out, feeling cornered. "WE BOTH DID. You know what a stubborn idiot he can be! What should I have done instead in your opinion, heh?! Sleep with him?!?"

"Relieve him of his duty and do your fucking job, fool!" Fenn barked, now audible to other people in the brothel too. "But you failed completely. As the second-in-command, as a soldier, and a comrade. And you haven't even talked once with the men to justify your own idleness. Not fucking one time during the last eight months in that shitty cave we called a camp!" Fenn pointed his finger at himself. "But I did. I calmed the waves. I kept the things going. I did."

"Four days ago when you offered me to come with you..." muttered Ves to herself, eyes widened as she seemed to see clearly through the problem now.

"This was your last chance to save your own neck," Fenn admitted. "If you had just come with us, you wouldn't be in this whole mess and your dignity still intact. But you had to side with that traitor Roche again."

"You have planned all this! Tested my loyalty!"

"As said before I stood in touch with all the soldiers Roche chased away since the beginning of the war. Thirteen and the others have agreed to come back and take up arms again when there is a visible and sincere change of leadership and strategy in the Blue Stripes," Fenn explained coldly. "Before they all get back, I ordered them to locate and observe Roche in Oxenfurt. Forty men are ready to take him down. The revolution is gonna happen. Whether you like it or not."

The shock almost ate Ves up and left her speechless. The reality was spinning and everything seemed to made circles around her. The situation was even worse than in her darkest nightmare. After a long time, Finch raised his voice and said, "It's over, Ves. You should have stayed in the camp and not come here. Now we have to put a tight rein on you."

"Y-you have planned to murder Roche... and me, right?" muttered Ves with a sour voice after things got clearer inside her head. "He should find the camp empty and look out for you. And on his way to the Devil's Pit--"

"Zack!" added Finch by moving his thumb from one ear to the other, smirking.

"It should have looked like a brutal assault by local bandits. No one would have ever known or seen anything. A one hundred percent chance of success."

"And Barrett would have accepted me as the Blue Stripes' new leader," Ves finished her thoughts. "But I'd become just a puppet of yours, instead. You were up to enslave me, anyway. One way or the other. Right?"

Fenn didn't say anything. His silence was evidence enough. In shock and distress, Ves was going through the left option in her mind's eye, even though they weren't many. Her instinct told her to run, as Fenn put something out of his pocket and placed it on the table, making Ves' blue eyes widen in shock.

"You were wrong about so many things, Ves, but right about one thing. Without Barrett's support and help, we definitively won't make it far," Fenn affirmed, eyes still locked on hers. "And since he has been protecting you from the day he rescued you and gave you to Roche's custody, I'm constantly reporting him your situation and personal progress. You are important to him. But your arrival here is... inconvenient. It makes everything much more complicated."

Ves starred at the magic crystal as if it was cursed and ready to eat up alive.

"So, I will make you a last offer now. Use the crystal and submit yourself freely to the unit, or do nothing and be a witness of Roche's pathetic end. Your choice."

"Where did you get that? I thought it was hidden somewhere."

"Roche told me about it in case something happens to him and someone else could give you the crystal to break the hypnosis. And? What do you say?"

A barmaid approached their table and refilled the mugs with beer. Silence shortly fell over the place and each of them waited for the barmaid's leaving. As she was gone to serve other patrons, Ves cleared her throat and looked up. "When I decide to be Bianka and serve the unit, you will let Roche live and remain the leader?"

"Leader? No. But he will not die at least... As long as you do your job, of course."

"You are pathetic scum. Both of you. You know that," Ves claimed venomously.

Finch and Fenn exchanged glances.

"Yes or no, girl."

"Yes! Dammit. What of choice do I really have here?"

Fenn pushed the magic crystal toward her.

"Then stop talking and do it, cunt. Unleash Bianka. Now!"

Not having much time to think everything through, Ves lowered her gaze and looked straight into the magic crystal and called for Bianka with her inner voice. Three short flashes sparkled back to her eyes and the currently felt pressure faded away. The ease of life took over.

"Bianka?" asked Fenn curiously.

After taking a deep breath with closed eyes, Ves' expression changed from lethal to a smile.

"Fenn, *darling*. Why are you staring at me?" asked Ves with Bianka censoring her real thoughts to please her target.

"My mistake, girl. How are you feeling?"

"*Splendid*, and really *horny*," Ves admitted and giggled innocently.

Looking over to his friend Finch, Finn happily indicated, "She really is it. Good. Finch, go and inform the others, send a message to Thirteen to leave Roche be. Me and Bianka here will follow you and meet up in the cave after she has gone through her personal baptism of fire and convinced me of her sincerity and devotion for our cause."

Finch's smirk was disgusting and humiliating at the same time, making her cringe inside and want to knock out all his yellow, brown teeth. Bianka held her back. Roche was out of the woods, for now, and as long as she hadn't spoken with Barrett himself, she was just getting the short end of the stick. It was necessary to swallow her anger and pride for a time before beating back. And with Bianka on her side, this was really easy.

After Finch's leaving, Fenn ordered her to get up and look into his eyes when he spoke to her.

"The first important rule of our new, special relationship, Bianka, is that you are my girl and you need to worship me whenever and wherever I want. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, *daddy*."

"Damn, you are so much better than this annoying cunt, Ves."

"Tell me something I don't know," Ves winked while hammering with her fists against the wall in her mind in anger. "Come on, *daddy*. Let's have some fun!"

"We will, darling. Just don't forget the deal. No restrictions or complaints. If you don't take your part seriously, I can ensure you I will order the soldiers to crucify Roche and feed his guts to the dogs outside the camp, with one snap of my fingers."

"Roche, *who*?"

"Good girl," Fenn smirked cheesily. "Now go to the Madam and rent a room for us."

Her imaginary fists shaking in wrath, Ves got up and moved to the main counter next to the stairs and where a skinny, middle-aged Madam was counting money and selling her girls to the highest bidder. As Ves stood before her, she was up to hide her current mood but Bianka had already preempted her actions and cast a beautiful smile on her face.

"Good day, Madam. My name is *Bianka* and I'd like to rent a room for a few hours. Is that possible, *sweety*?"

The Madam's eyes mesmerized Ves from the bottom to the top, and she was not impressed.

"Sweety," she hissed kindly, "this is a brothel and not a hostel or an inn where every wannabe bitch can just come in with her recently met john and rent a room to pursue her own little business. If we would have allowed that in the Devil's Pit, half of the mothers and daughters would have already prostituted themselves, and many more."

The Madam frowned at Fenn who was standing right behind Ves.

"Look, sweety. For me, you are a beautiful girl with a beautiful face and trained body. You don't need to do this. Hell, you could easily join the guards here. But if you don't want that, Barrett has established a special program which allows women to do an apprenticeship and undergo different training routes. Prostitution might look to you right now like the easiest way to make money but not the most reliable one. Believe me, blondie."

Before Ves could give an answer, Fenn clapped his hands and mocked the Madam.

"Esmeralda, wow. Just wow. You are the nicest pimpress I've ever met on this continent. Selling girls to needy, fat, old men on one hand, and appealing to their womanly dignity on the other. So much bullshit. Fuck! My heart bleeds for you, girl."

"Fenn, you asshole, don't take it too far. Or I will show you how nice I can really get," countered Esmeralda and took out a semi-automatic crossbow locked and loaded, but Fenn remained unimpressed and instead let his hand run over Ves' firm butt, fondling her like he owned her. Ves pressed her lips together because she hated it but Bianka loved it at the same time.

"Forced prostitution and sex slavery are forbidden here. Blondie, is this scum here trying to compel you to do something you don't want? If this is the case, I'd be glad to help you out. Just say yes. Please..."

Ves felt how Fenn's body pressed against her entire back. As his cold breath vaporized near her ear, she inwardly twitched in disgust but her body pushed itself back against him and his cock in the pants. Fenn was clearly testing her commitment, and Bianka (whatever else) loved it so much.

"Oh, no. This whole situation is just a *misunderstanding*, Madam," explained Ves innocently. "I just want a calm place to have some fun with my *boyfriend* here. Nothing else. Somewhere people would least expect us both, you know."

Esmeralda didn't believe her a damn word. Ves knew that. However, she clearly couldn't do much before Ves didn't say anything. "Alright. In this case, sweety, I will turn a blind eye and allow you to use one of our rooms in the basement. But I must warn you. We are using the rooms downstairs as recovery places for guests and patrons who are so drunk that they didn't make it out of the brothel, and for people who are treated for fisstech addiction. So, you are warned. Still wanna the key?"

"*Pretty please*," replied Ves and giggled girlishly. "Girls like me look for dirty and dark places to have some fun. Right, *daddy*?"

"Is she not sexy as hell, Esmeralda," Fenn said and gabbed Ves' tits through her cleavage and tugged at her pink nipples, causing her to gasps in unwanted delight and giggle more. Ves had officially turned herself off and Bianka took over. "I'd fuck her here and now if you'd allow it."

"Please take the key and go. The first door, left. Shoo!... Crazy idiots."

With Fenn's one hard spank on her butt, Ves was pushed to the stairs and trotted down the dimly lit corridor. The ground changed from the wood into muddy gravel, the sweet smell of fresh strawberries into an ugly stench full of vomit and pee. Screams of unknown people resounded through the corridor, as Ves and Fenn stood before their destined heavy door. The entire place was covered in moisture.

"Damn, I like this place already. The ambiance is priceless," muttered Fenn, and opened the door and push it aside, revealing a shabby, muddy room its walls made of dark stone and wooden piers in each corner. Unsurprisingly, there weren't more things than a rotten, brown straw mattress and a wooden bowl to shit inside. That was everything. If someone was kneeling down and on all fours, she or he was wallowing in the mud.

"Now take off your clothes and let daddy see your famous, tattooed body, Bianka," Ves heard Fenn saying as he closed the heavy door and locked it, making the key disappear inside his boots. Ves shed her blue, padded coat upon, and let her steel elbow pads and leather gloves drop to the ground, nervous and squirming as she dropped the things granting her a shred of authority and look of a battle-hardened warrior. As her hands slid to the hem of her white shirt, Fenn came up from behind her and held onto her waist with one hand, with the other her left c-cup bosom, kneading it dominantly.

"These tits are phenomenal, girl. Big, hard and full of fresh milk... Made me horny as fuck seeing them every day through your cleavage. Knowing these big babies are company property now makes me proud of being a Lieutenant of the Blue Stripes again."

"Thanks, *daddy*," Ves said, inwardly wincing as lips descended upon her neck, kissing her from behind as his hand on her waist pushed up her top, running along the sleek, soft skin of her midsection, making their way gradually to her next breasts. "If you are happy, I am too. Take what's *yours*."

"Good girl," Fenn tossed in, then turned her around and pushed her up against the moist wall, bearing excited kisses down on her lips, and despite how much Ves loathed everything about it, Bianka did meet them, albeit reluctantly. Even though Ves acted like Bianka, her old life and personality remained stubbornly on the surface of her mind, and Fenn seemed to be well aware of that fact too, showing nothing else than two things; he wanted her body, and he wanted it now. "I've always wanted to fuck you. Not Ves but Bianka... How you handled Henselt's anal fetish two damn weeks long and every single night was incredible. The entire unit and the kaedweni soldiers behind the royal tent couldn't get enough of your screams."

Ves inwardly twitched as Henselt's anal fetish came through, shining brilliantly as his hands grabbed at her white shirt, tearing it apart and squeezing her breasts now much harder. It came as a little surprise as the forceful kisses and fondling certainly improved by his growing attitude to dominate her like a little bitch. And at the same time, Ves had a role to play, and the was no time to start being the vulnerable and shy whore and exposing herself.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Ves teased and let out a small, spontaneous moan spilling out as she pushed her breasts against his hands. "Henselt wasn't that reluctant to take claim what was his too."

Fenn smiled wide. "I knew it," he said excitedly, squeezing her breasts forcefully. "You are a girl who likes it the rough, painful way. Fuck, that's hot."

The vulgar assumptions were something Ves may have been able to work with if he weren't quickly pulling her away, off to the straw mattress. She felt his genuine urge to knock her up and fill her womb with his potent seed, therefore asking herself if she wanted this to go smoothly, perhaps she was better off just letting him have his way with her, fulfill the fantasy down to the last humiliating word and be done with the entire mess of a situation she had found herself in. So Bianka forced her to keep quiet, except for some feigned moans whenever he grabbed her ass until she was on her back and he was lying above her.

"You are the *first* man of the Blue Stripes fucking me," Ves confessed, staring up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, as Fenn started to pull her trousers down to her knees. "And the first after Henselt."

"Don't worry, Bianka. When I'm done with you, you will quickly forget Henselt again." The smile on Fenn's face was a wide and bright one. Once he had her white panties off, Ves' puffy pink mound was exposed and damp with guilty excitement that his touch had induced against her suppressed inner hopes, he started at his own pants. "Just lie back and I'll fuck you hard that you'll reconsider things you missed out in the unit all these years."

It was a daring brag, but as Fenn pulled his pants down and pushed his long, thick cock against her thigh, Ves could tell that he at least had some grounding for that bravado; the large, twitching cock was certainly intimidating in ways that she dealt with by giving him another ego-boosting moan, as regrettable as it was.

Fenn climbed on top of her, threw her long legs including her boots, trousers, and panties over his shoulders, pushing his thick tip against her plump labia and slowly pressing forward. The thick cock began to spread her pussy lips apart, drawing a whimper from the blonde that she hadn't intended to let loose. It was so much different than the fingers she was used to, so unyielding and thick, the turgid head of his cock giving her a moment to collect herself before Fenn pushed down into her, hands keeping him from lying flat atop her as his lower body sank down. His cock spread her passage open wide, penetrating her in a way no finger or dildo could have ever mustered, and yet another unintentional noise thrilled the soldier, as much as he was unable to tell the difference between real and fake.

"Fuck, you're tight, bitch!"

A guilty thrill shot up Ves' spine as felt the thick cock sinking deep into her. So big, so warm, reaching so deep so quickly... It felt incredible, and as much as Ves didn't want to admit it, she couldn't deny how good it felt as another moan clawed its way up her throat and her head rolled back against the pee-soaked mattress. Bianka, however, was on cloud nine and ashamed of showing off her excitement.

Fenn seemed to get quite a kick out of her response as he drew his hips back a little, leaving her stretched out pussy feeling hollow as the absence of the thick, meaty cock for her vaginal walls to clench against sent a rush of longing through her pale, crispy body before he pushed back in, which proved all the more satisfying for how much Ves had wanted it. That was the first sign that Bianka was completely taken over the lead of her mind.

"*Don't* stop. *Keep* pounding my pussy, *daddy*," Fenn heard Ves begging with a voice full of honesty, as his eyes fell down to chest with a pair of round, finger-licking breasts he wanted to see bouncing from the force of his thrusts. The seduction was lost on the horny soldier who really only wanted to fuck her every way without a worry of slowness and restraint. The stupid things didn't belong in the frantic, twisted delight he was riding the high of as he slammed into Ves.

All Fenn wanted to do was fuck this female wannabe soldier who, he was firmly convinced, only made it into the unit in the first place because Roche was in need of a woman he could send to undercover missions, a talented slut. And ironically, almost everyone in the company knew about Ves' past, how she was held sex slave by a commando of Scoia'tael for many years, and even read the dead leader's personal records, how she had proved countless times what a submissive, wicked pet she used to be over those years.

How Ves enjoyed the captivity and even refused to leave her elven masters, although they constantly offered her freedom and ways to go back to her own human people. Being balls deep inside of her, Fenn just got down to fucking, groping her plump tits as he fed more cock into her unbearably tight hole, each thrust pushing further down, stretching her out deeper and deeper as her pussy proved warmer and wetter with each thrust.

Such a raw approach to sex, and which all that seemed to matter was the pleasure, left Ves rattled as she began to writhe on the mattress. The aggressive thrusts that quickly built up speed and left her whining and twisting in guilty delight lit up something inside of her that she had always kept under tight wraps, and she was left unable to fully put into words the immense pleasure that followed, and her blue eyes helplessly locked on his.

Ves never had a chance to find and be with another man to even come close to a verge of describing it as love. Logically, during her times as a sex slave for elves or as a soldier of the Blue Stripes, there was no time for a real relationship, and especially no possibilities to meet men accepting her position in the military and job at all. No man on the continent wanted to be in a serious relationship with a female soldier or give the slightest thought to a marriage. And if a man tried to be closer to her, then just to score with her. It was very frustrating for Ves.

But this was something she was totally accustomed to. This was animalistic, driven by skewed sexuality and a desire to just get off and fuck a woman in a way that did no justice to her value or worth, but in that wrongness came something exciting. As filthy as it was, as much a betrayal of her own principals to not sleep with her comrades, Ves found herself loving it more and more with each hard slam into her quickly very soaked pussy. Bianka made it possible for her.

"I knew you would love it. You love being a whore more than being a soldier," Fenn uttered as he squeezed her tits, keeping them from heaving too much as his hard slams into her core made her body shake. His dark eyes fell upon her face, the way her expression twisted and contorted in raw lust with an utter disregard for decency or shame. "You know the saying for sure. There is no cure for being a cunt. And what a cunt you are. No wonder you were always so successful with your all your undercover missions, Bianka."

It was a vulgar attitude that Fenn enjoyed the thought of to the slightest as he roughly fucked the fair-haired, female veteran relishing in the indulgence of his long-held fantasy, one that he was far from being the only men in the military to want to indulge in. Even the degrading comments couldn't shake Ves from how she felt as his cock hammered into her again and again. She adored everything about the way Fenn fucked her, even down the humiliating and thoroughly wrong sentiments he was spouting.

"Oh, yes harder. Fuck me harder *daddy*!" Ves blurted out and her shapely body had begun to thrust upward, hips rolling and meeting his as she bit her quivering lip, delighting in the frantic pace of his thrusts. Pangs of ignorable guilt served only to excite her further as the reasons not to get off mounted backfiring as she loved it more and the with each additional problem that rose up. Ves got off on the pleasure, but the real determining factor was that she shouldn't have been, only making her get off harder in turn.

Steady thrusts into her hole made Ves wetter until her pussy was soaked and leaking, her body and mind perfectly locked together in the twisted, vulgar sensations that she was relishing. The protective walls inside her mind began to break with Bianka being fully in charge. It felt just incredible to be used, to be fucked so hard and so fast without much regard for herself. And Fenn was a monster, as he made very apparent right away, but she found a thrill in being taken by someone so terrible, so concerned with his own lust and little else.

It wasn't only humiliating because of the use of vulgar words or the way he fucked her that left her soaked, but in the way that she was there for his pleasure, and anything that was her own pleasure, Ves would have to take for herself.

She liked it.

Liked it far too much for comfort. Even for Bianka's standards.

Hadn't been fucked for an almost a year now, it was little surprise when Ves cried out, head pushing back into the mattress hard as she came. She clenched down incredibly tightly around Fenn's cock as she twisted, head thumping with hard, aggressive pounding as pleasure ran in powerful waves across her trained body, making her thrash and buck as she was left to face the fact that this man had just given her the orgasm she instinctively had intense need of.

Ves hadn't felt this good for such a long time she couldn't remember when the last was, at least until a second later when the clenching and pulsating of her tight, slick vaginal walls milked Fenn's cock of his own orgasm, leaving him gasping and slamming down into her one last time as his cock erupted, spurting a hot load of thick cum deep into her needy, fertile womb. The spreading sensation left her feeling even better as her afterglow set in as Ves went limp and breathless on the moist mattress, panting and shivering.

In the peacefulness of the moment, the brief period where the lust shortly lifted, Ves was left with some much-needed silence and a pause to take a breath. However, the clarity faded as the clarity was suddenly beaten down by her body's cooling down bringing her back to the realization that Fenn was still buried deep inside of her and that his still utterly rigid cock made clear that he wasn't yet done with her.

Not by fucking far.

Pulling out of her tight pussy, Fenn groaned as he admired his own handiwork. While her sloppy pink folds were leaking with his cum, he rose up on his knees, cock slick and glistening in Ves' nectar, completely ready to go again.

"Turn around and get on all fours, cunt," Fen ordered, staring at her body, which had only grown more radiant after Ves' first orgasm. The Lieutenant was having the time of his life here and wasn't ready to stop for anything. Instantly, Ves did as asked, jaw trembling as she rolled onto her stomach and then pulled herself up, lower body presented to the perverted human being she used to call a friend.

There was so much about this situation that should drive her mad, none more than the fact that as she assumed the position, she found herself turned on once more. It was a twisted and devious moment as she pushed back a little, indicating her need by wiggling her hips and showing her well-fucked hole off to him in a plea for more, her legs still being pressed together since her pants and panties were sticking to her knees.

"Please, *daddy*," Ves said, lowering her head in inner shame as the lust bubbled up fiercely within her once more, leaving her to surrender utterly to her desires.

"Once a whore, always a whore. What a pathetic wench you are, Bianka," Fenn noted, giving her ass a rough smack that made her yelp more in surprise than in displeasure, as he lined his cock up with her dripping pussy once more. "Always bragging about how hard and awful your undercover missions were but in reality loved each one of them like a needy whore."

Another slap to her ass made Ves respond with a moan, her hands gripping the bedding beneath her hands as she shamefully embraced her utter need. He was all too happy to oblige in her request, prodding her entrance with his tip, leading her on for a moment with the worry that he was going to tease her, before he drove right into her hole, slamming balls deep inside of her accommodating and velvety pussy with a single stroke.

"Ahh, by the God of big cocks, YES!!" moaned Ves again, biting her lip as she stared down at the bed, consumed by lust and far less shame than she would have liked. Ves couldn't help herself. It felt too good, too utterly incredible for her to be able to deny. Bianka aside.

"Fuck me," she quickly found herself moaning in addition, words she never thought she would say to a known person and comrade given the fact how important friendship always was to her, but who had become something of the past, so dark and different than she would have ever imagined, until Fenn thrust into her again for the first time, at which point rational thinking vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced only by more of that all-consuming need.

Emboldened by her pleas and by the fact she was clearly loving this, Fenn put it to Ves hard in this new position. Hard thrusts buried his whole cock into her again and again, hammering into her dripping pussy as he soaked in the way she moaned, the way Ves twisted for his delight. And as if this wasn't satisfaction, there was also the incredible view of her ample c-cup breasts heaving and swaying thanks to the force of gravity, and the view of her back, the way her shoulders rolled and her spine arched, proving him that Ves was aflame and her need was so visible, so overbearing and powerful, that it was infectious.

Fenn understood now more than ever why Ves was so desired by all the elven terrorists, slavers, and pimps. The firsthand experience was giving him an incredible view of her trained, tattooed body reacting delightedly to the pleasure that was constantly burning her up. Soon enough, Ves was pushing back against him, moaning as her hands moved from grabbing at the edge of the mattress to bracing against the muddy, moist wall, pushing against it for balance as she rolled her hips, loving the hard, quick thrusts into her dripping hole, but decided she would love them even more if they were not only harder but also quicker.

Ves moved with purpose and addiction, feeling new things swelling within her she was so very ready to embrace. Back and forth Ves moved, bucking madly as the pleasure continued to bubble and boil inside of her, fierce and heady, something she could see herself getting used to, as much as such this something would have come with a great many problems like the psychological danger of becoming completely and utterly Bianka, for instance, or even fully losing her mind.

And yet there she was, Fenn's balls deep inside of her, buying her body with the promise of keeping Roche alive to push her into these circumstances, and yet the moans spilling from her lips, the pleasured trembling of her gorgeous body, said that Ves was getting far more out of this sick arrangement than she ought to have. Bianka was clearly manipulating her sentiments, trying to protect her the reality of the situation.

Fenn's balls swung forward and slapped against her clitoris with each push into her, each hilting slam into the clenching, wet heat of her pussy. It was incredible, and he couldn't get over the way her body moved, the bounce of her ass as his hips struck forward, and it was a motion his hand was more than happy to feed into the vigor of further, admiring the way it moved as he fucked her. In fact, watching it gave him other ideas, and he was quick to pull out of her needy pussy, to leave her whining as he placed his cock into the cleft of her soft pink rear.

"Why did you stop, daddy?" Ves asked, inwardly wincing once more as she realized what she was asking, how far she had gotten accustomed to Bianka and reached such a point. It was hopeless. Ves was given to lusts so deep and powerful that she couldn't even feel bad about it like she should have. Where she logically should have felt guilt and disgust with Fenn was a strange kind of emptiness, and it was that lack of shame, paired with how hard she enjoyed it, that actually made her feel bad, and really horny.

"Because I have something else in mind, cunt," Fenn smirked, pulling his hips back a little and letting his slick, cum covered cock drag between her cheeks. He lined up with her puckered back entrance instead, hand coming down with a hard slap onto her ass as he pushed forward a little, leaving her whining and whimpering in realization, but Ves didn't ever pull away or shake her head. Then, without a warning or a chance to brace herself, Fenn slammed forward into her ass, claiming her asshole with a vicious, powerful shove that left her screaming in raw delight. "Let's see why Henselt has become infatuated by your little asshole."

Hard thrusts began to fuck the blond soldier back door lose, Fenn relishing in the even tighter, warmer hole that his cock was stretching out. The searing sensation Ves was left with was agonizing, but the undercurrent of pleasure beneath quickly brought one of her hands between her legs, face buried into the rotten mattress to muffle her cries as fingers pushed into her needy, dripping hole. Ves fingerfucked herself, rubbing his cum into her inner walls as she rocked back and forth, relishing the sensation upon her.

All at once pain and pleasure mingling in ways she only knew about from her times as Bianka, experiencing once more how sensitive her ass truly was as the formidable cock ravaged her. Ves couldn't believe how amenable her body was to pleasure and how much she wanted more of it, stopping for nothing as she bucked frantically back and forth.

"Harder," Ves panted, eyes shut tightly as she begged for more, as this new ground she was breaking left her not wanting anything more than the utmost of indulgence. She felt incredible, felt like she was flying on the wings of something more unbelievable than she had ever known before, and she was so ready for more, so ready to be taken hard and fast as many times as Fenn, Finch, and whoever else of the company wanted. It was something beyond belief, pleasure in a capacity that left her with insight into those for whom sex wasn't about love but pure, animalistic banging.

This was more than a typical day for Bianka, the reason why Ves hated and loved her so much. In contrast to her true personality of Ves, Bianka always gave a fuck (literally) to social rules commanding how she, as a woman, had to correctly behave herself. Bianka did what she liked to, had sex before marriage, liked to wear skimpy dresses, stockings, and skirts, and preferred kinky daddy/submissive relationships. Bianka was a free spirit, a slut, and whatever else she liked to be. Bianka was the total opposite of what Ves learned to become a soldier and only female member of the Blue Stripes in a male-dominated world.

Because as much as Ves tried to be a part of the elite unit, as much as she laughed about the men's jokes about whores and adultery, and as many fights and battles she won with these men together, she remained a woman. Men could sleep with dozens of hussies and be seen as champions and got applauded for their actions. Men could visit a tavern, get drunk, and puke and piss around, and were still considered as the bests. But as a woman regardless of her profession or military rank, Ves couldn't do anything of that. When she behaved herself even in the slightest way like her male combatants, she would have been considered not only as a bitch without dignity but completely lost authority and credibility. Not that she wanted to but having no choice when she didn't want to destroy her life completely was the problem.

And this is why Ves loved Bianka in some twisted way, and every mission she could be her.

With her together.

And after Bianka's fancy, Ves was anally ravaged on all fours by a man she didn't like at all. She felt like a whore, like one woman without moral principles, and something raw and primal within her adored that thought.

Fingers curled inside of her pussy and focused in on her g-spot as Ves fingerfucked herself madly, moaning and whining in ragged need as Fenn continued to violate her ass. Hard thrusts made her cheeks shake and bounce as his hips came down against them time and again. He didn't slow down for anything, didn't dare stop as he greedily sought the intense satisfaction that came with assfucking the gorgeous blonde veteran, unaware that his merciless approach was completely doing her in and breaking her down in ways he couldn't even fathom. He didn't let up for anything, smacking her ass as he groaned and grunted, enjoying the sensations quite thoroughly.

Fenn came first this time, grunting as he pushed balls deep into her stretched out hole one last time. His cock twitched and jerked against the clenching anal lining he had fucked loose as his balls emptied, pumping cum deep into her bowels that left her with an even starker and twistedly delightful feeling of gooey warmth than before. It was enough to set Fenn off in turn, leaving her biting down on the mattress as she screamed in mind-blowing delight, fingers pushed to the last knuckle inside of her as her climax struck, this one even more violent and intense than the first, owing to the feeling of complete debauchery that came from being fucked in the ass. It was wrong in ways Ves couldn't even begin to describe, but they ensured that the final verdict was that they were oh so very right, thanks to Bianka.

Still erect despite two powerful, voluminous orgasms into the holes of the blonde veteran, Fenn wasn't yet done with her, grabbing the back of her head as she whimpered and gasped for air, pulling her onto her hands and knees in front of him as he presented her with his mighty cock, hand still holding tightly onto her head to make sure she didn't slack off.

"Please, don't stop," Ves panted, staring at the thick, aching cock coated in her twat. It was still rock hard, and she found herself salivating at the sight of the veiny, throbbing member up close. She wanted it in her mouth, as deep as she could get it, even if it would forever serve as another reminder that she loved being Bianka more than ever.

"Don't worry, Bianka. Not until midnight," Fenn grunted dominantly. "Not until you're bred and pregnant with my child. You are mine."
When Ves and Fenn left the basement, she was sore all over, smelling heavily of sex, several loads pumped into all of her holes and several on her face that she should have washed off before even considering stepping outside once more but Fenn insisted on doing not so. Lucky to have Bianka on her side, Ves had survived the twisted situation unscathed.

When they both reached and entered, Esmeralda saw them and shook her head, snorted. In contrast to the situation in the afternoon, the brothel was even fuller and peoples' mood more hilarious, thanks to alcohol and the prostitutes' affection. The rush hour had officially begun.

"Move faster, Bianka. I'm sure the others are eager to have their way with you too," Fenn said, being already halfway through the brimming room as someone else tossed in with a voice so dark and masculine only one person on the continent was in the possession of and Ves was very familiar with, "Not before I had my way with you, little rat. Say cheese!"

As Ves turned her head in surprise, she was confronted by a massive figure one shoulder broader on each side and an entire head higher than Fenn whose eyes widened in distress and terror at the very second he recognized the voice and its master too. The music of the troubadours stopped immediately. Clients nearby broke off, terrified, and some jumped up from their chairs. Like in a chorus, all prostitutes emitted a piercing cry, including Esmeralda who was caught off guard even though it happened right before her eyes.

Barrett, a man of sturdy build and eyes fully engulfed in bloody red, appeared from nowhere and before Fenn was even capable of reacting and watching back, Barrett's arms clasped his torso and the hands literally dug through his Blue Stripes armor into the middle of his thorax. What happened next was the most disturbing scene Ves and including everyone in the room had ever witnessed.

Feet dangling in the air, Fenn screamed bloody murder and moved his arms up and down to get free again while each bone of his spine clicked and broke. The sound of it echoed through the brothel and made everyone's body twitch in shock. But Barrett didn't stop. It was just the beginning. As Fenn was on the verge to pass out with pain, Barrett proceeded with something people thought it was not possible... in a physical sense.

Wrong.

After pushing his bare hands deeper into Fenn's torso, Barrett slowly but steadily drifted each half of the thorax apart. This caused Fenn to scream bloody murder for a new round. The entire audience and Ves who was thunderstruck watched how the Blue Stripes soldier's skin began to chap like rotten wood and how blood sprayed through the cracks before Barrett finally decided to do the job properly and tore his prey's thorax in half like it was made of paper.

The sound of ripping human flesh was surreal, the view to get mad.

Both aspects pierced marrow and bone, and as Fenn's lungs, beating heart, liver, and guts dashed against the wooden floor and Ves' boots, and his wide-open rips, people couldn't hold themselves back anymore, blacked or ran out to puke. Many prostitutes' eyes remained locked on the gallons of blood running to all sides of the room. Even former soldiers and battle-hardened combatants seemed to have problems with processing what just happened in front of them and lasted maybe two minutes. And when Barrett let go of Fenn's torn body, the noise of its landing sent a chill down every spectator's spine.

Dead silence immediately fell over the place.

"Esmeralda, call the cleaning unit and make sure the dogs have enough food for next days," said Barrett to the Madam whose crossbow was trembling in the hand, eyes locked on the homicide.

"Esmeralda!"

"Yes, yes," the Madam finally found her tongue and looked up to him, scared to death.

"And send me the bill about the accrued damage," Barrett added with a dead serious voice. "And all girls are for free for the next twenty-four hours, the alcohol too. Do you hear me?"

The silence ended instantly, but people avoided eye-contact wherever possible.

"Yes, I get it. Alright. Just give a moment, y-you monster."

Barrett snorted slightly and then finally gave Ves' his full attention, who was still trying to figure out what just happened, what the consequences were going to be not only for her but Roche too, and most importantly what was Barrett's part in all this mess. Just now, Ves found the time to realize that he was wearing simple, black-brown leather armor and being equipped with his famous two knives which were so long that people usually thought they were blades.

"Girl, I told you to not join the Roche's unit, didn't I? But you didn't wanna listen," Barrett stated with a little smile on his serious face and moved toward her. "Sorry that I couldn't come to help you sooner. When Finch's message arrived, it was already very late."

"Finch?" asked Ves, still feeling a little bit paralyzed.

"A long story. Are you hurt? Ves?"

This was the very moment the pressure of the last days and what happened in between overwhelmed Ves completely and she started crying, threw herself into Barrett's strong arms. It didn't matter what people around might think of her. She needed someone to cry her eyes out, someone who would listen to her, protect her. Instinctively, Barrett put his arms around her waist and legs, lift her in the air and carried her away through the brothel's door into the dark night of Velen.

It didn't suppose to be like this.
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