[Veltzeh]: 39.The Heritage of Humankind.Tales from Kyerrion.15

Krezagon could not sleep, though. Ey was in pain and very depressed, so ey kept on playing with eir knife. However, ey heard some footsteps outside and it sounded like they were getting closer. Adrenaline raced through Krezagon's body and ey put the knife away and stayed still, as if sleeping, so as to seem very calm and non-offensive. However, doing that did not prevent Derekl from opening Krezagon's tent.

"Wakey!" the nicod shouted. Krezagon startled and looked up, afraid of what would follow. Derekl smirked and said something to what seemed to be another person outside the tent. Having done that, Derekl stuffed emself into the tent.

"...Hey! Soni, please... this is my tent."

"Right, and this is your camp. Ha!" Ey pulled the blanket off Krezagon and grabbed the ancod's shoulder. Ey then loomed over Krezagon, pressing down on the shoulder. "I'm guessing not much people have been in this tent. It smells like... you. Pew..." Krezagon had no idea what the sergeant thought ey was doing. Krezagon just lay still and did not say or do anything. Derekl grabbed em by the chin. "Got your hair cut, huh?"

"Uh... yes..."

"Who did it?"

"The medic." Derekl did not answer anything to that. Ey fingered Krezagon's throat, which obviously made the ancod nervous and worried. "Soni, could you leave?"

"What? I just got here!" Derekl grabbed Krezagon's wrists and moved emself over the ancod. Krezagon was startled and scared. Derekl enjoyed seeing eir expression. Krezagon looked away. "Embarrassed, eh? How's this feel for you? Confused?" Krezagon was quiet and did not look at Derekl. "Answer."

"...Disrespectful."

"Hah! Disrespectful!" Derekl snickered. "Shows what you know! Useless ignorant child!" Derekl pressed eir genitals against Krezagon's crotch, making the ancod wriggle. Krezagon felt very uneasy. Derekl was delighted. "And how do you like THAT?"

"...It's... still disrespectful."

"Disrespectful ey says! Do you expect respect? For someone as utterly useless as YOU?"

"I am NOT —!"

Derekl was slightly taken aback, but in an amused manner. "Not useless, eh? Hah hah! As if! You're the epitome of uselessness! You can't do ANYTHING!" Derekl pushed eir body down harder and squeezed Krezagon's wrists so hard that it hurt. It was not too much of a pain, though, so Krezagon just grimaced.

"Soni, please stop."

Derekl laughed and tried to kiss Krezagon, who just kept turning eir face away. "Stop turning away!" Krezagon left eir head sideways. "Turn your face this way." After Krezagon had done that, Derekl kissed em. "Have you ever done that before, huh?"

"...That's personal."

"Hah! As if! You'll tell me now!"

"...I... I've... yes."

"Let me guess, that little murdering buddy of yours? That wacod rookie."

"Ey didn—" Krezagon could not even finish saying it before Derekl had punched em on the face. Ey let out a slightly muffled scream.

"I wasn't asking that!"

Krezagon was quiet for a short moment. "...Yes..."

Derekl grinned. "Now that's more like it. Anyone else?"

It took a while for Krezagon to reply. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Another ancod..."

"Heh, imagine that! Double the uselessness! How does it feel like anyway? Is it just nice to get touched a little, eh?" Krezagon just stared at the nicod. "Huh?" Derekl smiled evilly and started stroking and fondling Krezagon's face and neck. Krezagon frowned and looked away—the stroking should have felt nice and it would have, had the circumstances been different. Of course that fact made it worse when Derekl inquired more: "So, how's it feel like."

Krezagon was quiet again. "I don't know..."

Derekl laughed. "Figures!" Derekl spent a moment prodding and poking Krezagon's head, which felt unpleasant and embarrassing. "Say, when exactly did you realize that you were never going to be anything but a useless crazy prosht?"

"Never."

Derekl laughed once again. "Still in denial! You're crazier than you tell! But at least you haven't completely lost it, like some... Where I'm from, there was this useless ancod nutwit that was completely groshjed up. When ey wasn't in prison, ey sneaked around at night, stole paper and ate it. Ey tried to mutilate children twice and that was when ey was executed. I got to hang em myself! And the world was immediately a better place!"

Krezagon was desperately angry. Ey did not want to talk or explain, but ey also wanted to tell Derekl that crazy and useless was not what ancods were. "I've met two ancods before. They were both gardeners, they weren't crazy at all, just sad because so few accepted them. They did honest work and did it well."

"Right. You made that up," grinned Derekl.

"Well, so did you then."

Annoyed, Derekl poked Krezagon in the eye lightly, making the ancod protect eir eyes, and then leaned on eir chest with one elbow. Krezagon shouted in pain, afraid that the elbow would crack eir ribs. After it was fairly clear that Krezagon's ribcage was tougher than the pressure created by Derekl's elbow and a part of eir weight, Derekl started explaining, with devotion, what exactly Krezagon was missing since the ancod could not have children and how useless it was. Krezagon just listened and felt bad. When Derekl was done, ey asked: "So...?" Krezagon was quiet. Ey did not want to say anything. "Hey, you prosht! Speak when spoken to!"

"I have nothing to say."

"Oh really? Your face is telling something else!"

"I don't want to say anything."

"I'll beat you if you don't."

Krezagon was suddenly struck silent, but then figured that there was no way out of it. "...You'll beat me anyway."

"Well then I'll beat you worse if you don't speak."

"Yeah, right." Without saying anything more, Derekl sat on Krezagon's stomach and started pounding em. After a while, the nicod stopped and looked down at the bleeding ancod.

"Do you want some more of that?"

"No."

"Then hm..." Derekl had forgotten why exactly ey had started beating Krezagon and it took a while for em to remember. "So tell me how do you feel about being so gzoozzing useless."

Krezagon just made something up that ey thought would please the sergeant. "I don't think about it most of the time. When I do, I'm sad..." Ey realized that it was actually true up to a point. "But I'm not useless. I'm good at what I CAN do! Even the captain said I'm good." Krezagon started sounding defensive.

"Hah! Hah! Either you totally imagined that because you're a nutwit, or then that gewacod just pitied you so much! Or you're a big gzoozzing liar!" Derekl laughed and pressed Krezagon's head down at the ground.

After a moment, Krezagon thought to ask the nicod leave again. "Soni..." Ey did not finish the plea, though, since ey figured that if ey asked, Derekl would just stay that much longer.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

Derekl slapped Krezagon on the face and then moved off of the ancod. Glaring at the half-naked body in front of em, ey grinned and said: "Take off your pants." Krezagon knew better than to resist by now, so ey just complied. Derekl moved eir hand to Krezagon's crotch and groped em a bit. Krezagon just tried to not care. Eventually Derekl moved close to eir feet and wanted to see what ey had between eir legs. Again, Krezagon complied and mostly wanted to lose consciousness. Ey leaned eir head back and covered eir face with eir hands.

Some time later, Derekl got bored with playing with the ancod's crotch. Ey lay on top of Krezagon again and held em by the wrists. Krezagon was very sad. Derekl enjoyed it and kissed Krezagon again. Krezagon did not even try to resist this time. Derekl seemed amused and said: "Have you ever tried to have sex?"

Krezagon was quiet and confused for a short moment, before lying: "No..."

Derekl amused emself by groping Krezagon a bit more violently. Krezagon had a hard time not resisting, so eventually ey brought eir hands to push the nicod by the chest. Ey did not push Derekl off, though, and the sergeant did not seem to mind too much. After a moment, Derekl stopped groping Krezagon and held em by the shoulders before lying down next to em and simultaneously turning em to eir side as well. Krezagon had a chance to turn away, so ey did and turned eir back at Derekl. Derekl grabbed Krezagon's shoulder but eir attention was momentarily drawn to the very ugly, long since healed gash on the ancod's back.

Krezagon could not wait anymore. Eir voice faltered a bit and ey said: "Soni, could you please leave me alone now?"

Derekl let out a short laugh and pulled a finger down Krezagon's back to eir crotch before hugging the ancod to emself. Derekl moved eir other hand to Krezagon's crotch again from the front, and after having gotten bored with it, started fondling Krezagon's face again.

After a few moment, Krezagon had had enough. "Soni, please stop!" ey shouted.

Derekl caught em by the wrist. "What?"

"Please stop! I don't want you groping me! Please leave!"

"Getting angry now, are we?" snapped Derekl and tried to turn Krezagon around again, but Krezagon finally put up some resistance and Derekl failed. Instead, Derekl started beating Krezagon's arms and back furiously. "You insubordinate prosht! Getting all resisting now are you?! I could have your useless corpse executed!" Derekl lay on top of Krezagon's back and looked at the ancod's face. Krezagon was weeping. "You're crying?! You cowardly BRAT!" Derekl tried to turn Krezagon again, and succeeded this time, because Krezagon's arms were hurting. They ended up lying on their sides, facing each other. Derekl was holding onto Krezagon's other wrist and squeezing eir ribcage with the other. Krezagon was holding the front of Derekl's shirt.

"You'd weep if you were tortured!" yelled Krezagon.

"Tortured!" Derekl spat out, mockingly. Ey kneed Krezagon in the crotch and the ancod screamed. "There's some reason for you to cry about, you useless piece of rotten wood!" Krezagon tried to curl up and rub eir crotch, but Derekl would not let em. Some tears ran down eir face. Derekl tore off most of the bandages, shouted some more insults at em and eventually shouted angrily: "For once you can thank the gods and your ancestors that you're an ancod, because otherwise I'd rape your gzoozzing useless corpse!" Derekl hit Krezagon on the hips and rear end while twisting eir hurt arm. Krezagon whimpered and tried to suppress all the sobs. However, after a few spanks, Derekl's eyes lit up, ey stopped hitting Krezagon and instead took eir face close to Krezagon's. "You know what? I CAN rape your useless corpse. And I will do it!" Krezagon whimpered and did not think Derekl was serious. Derekl twisted Krezagon's arms a bit and then held them with one hand while ey dropped eir trousers and took out a condom. Ey took eir face close to the ancod again and whispered suggestively: "See, a gogenjin isn't the only hole that's big enough for screwing..."

Now Krezagon figured what Derekl meant. "WHAT?! — No! No! Soni... please! Please! No!"

"Shut the groshje up!" Krezagon continued pleading and trying to turn, and when ey almost succeeded, Derekl hit em in the mouth with the hilt of a sword. Krezagon felt a tooth come loose and screamed because of the pain. Blood flowed from eir mouth. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Krezagon managed to cry quieter, and in the meantime Derekl set em into a position. Krezagon was on the ground on eir knees and arms, with Derekl behind em.

It took some time for Derekl to get eir goninjin into Krezagon, and when ey did, Krezagon cried and trembled in pain. Derekl had eir way and tore Krezagon's back while ey was at it.

When Derekl finally came, ey clawed Krezagon's shoulders, sinking eir nails into the ancod's flesh. Krezagon screamed louder and fell down as Derekl crashed on top of em. Derekl lay there for a while and did nothing, all the while Krezagon cried and tried eir best to suppress it since ey did not want Derekl to beat em one bit more. Derekl discarded the used condom somewhere in Krezagon's tent, turned and shoved the ancod around a bit, groping, and gave a final tearing strike at Krezagon's chest before getting out and leaving.

Krezagon cried for several more minutes and tried to sleep, but the pain was intolerable. Ey got up, wrapped emself in the dirty blanket ey had bled on and and wobbled off toward the infirmary tent. Expectedly, the medic was not there, so Krezagon lit the little lamp in the tent, sat down, curled up and cried some more.



It took some more time since it was very late, but the medic finally made it to the tent. When ey saw Krezagon, ey stopped dead in eir tracks, went pale, suppressed an exclamation of surprise and was momentarily quite confused. Ey then grabbed the lamp and took it down with em while ey crouched next to Krezagon and lifted the blood-stained blanket.

Ey was speechless. "In the name of Koimel..." ey whispered eventually. Ey was still pale and touched Krezagon's head with a shaking hand. "I'll... I'll take care of you..." Having said that, the medic left for a while and came back with water and a soldier who ey told to start heating water in a cauldron. Ey took out the bed in the tent and took in a bench that was lower than the table and two chairs in the tent. Ey then got some of eir tools and substances before having Krezagon lie on the bench. "I'll take care of your head and face first... it's more efficient to work from top down." Ey examined Krezagon's head and noticed the bad injury on eir cheek. Krezagon flinched when ey touched it. "Uh... are you... did you have a tooth knocked off?"

"Yeh," mumbled Krezagon. A bit of blood dripped down when ey opened eir mouth. "It's... not completely... it's still hanging by some thread."

Fronel grimaced. "Uh... I'm going to pull it out." Ey took a pair of tongs and Krezagon just opened eir mouth. It took some stretching and groaning, but eventually Fronel could see the loose tooth and get the tongs around it. Ey then pulled it out quickly, making Krezagon cry out in pain and bleed fairly profusely from eir mouth. Krezagon held eir mouth for a while and swallowed all the blood. Meanwhile, Fronel fixed a drink of some kind. "I'm sorry... Uh, here. This is a drug that will make you numb and groggy and you won't feel the pain anymore." Fronel helped Krezagon up and then had em drink the thing. "It'll take a while for it to work... But put this in your mouth where the tooth was and bite it down. It'll suppress the bleeding." Krezagon did as ey was told and squeezed out a few tears of pain when the small mass of cloth pressed against the hurting gum.

Fronel spent some time cleaning up the blood and tying the wounds on Krezagon's face. Ey was still pale and seemed to be extra careful with eir work for whatever reason. When ey was done with Krezagon's face, the ancod was already pretty numb. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Mhm..." Krezagon nodded.

Fronel moved on to Krezagon's upper body. There were no new wounds on the arms, so the medic settled for cleaning them and tying up the older wound again. Krezagon's shoulders and torso took some more work, but it was done eventually. Krezagon's legs were not wounded, so Fronel just washed the blood that had flowed down off of them. That was when ey noticed that Krezagon seemed to be bleeding from eir rear as well. "Wait a minute... are you...? You're bleeding... from..."

Krezagon took a slightly exaggerated and uncoordinated look at eir crotch and saw the thin stream of blood that mixed with the water that dripped along eir legs. "I... Derekl... ey... ey ...raped me."

Fronel's mouth and eyes opened quite wide. "...R-raped? Raped you?... But... but you... it's not... isn't it...?"

"Jusht think where exhactly ey could've raped me."

It took a while for the realization sunk in and the medic shivered with disgust. "By the GODS!" shouted Fronel.

"Um? Sonige?" came a voice from the outside. It was the soldier who had been obeying whatever orders the medic had given em.

"Yes, oh... uh, I'm... I'm fine." Ey turned back to Krezagon and was quiet for a moment. "Um... Wait a moment..." Fronel searched for something and eventually wetted a little piece of cloth material with some liquid. "Here... uh, just hold this where you're bleeding... it will help it get cleaner and stop the bleeding. I'll go get your clothes... they're in your tent, right?"

Krezagon took the little piece. "Yeah... Derekl tore my shirt."

Fronel was a bit confused for a short moment, but left. Ey went to Krezagon's tent, taking a bucket of water with em. The tent smelled of blood. Fronel moved out Krezagon's waterproof blanket and eir trousers and then spent a few minutes cleaning the tent. Fortunately Krezagon had mostly bled on eir other blanket and the tent was fairly easily cleaned.

The medic headed back then and had Krezagon dress up before covering eir upper body with a small blanket. They exited the tent and Fronel instructed the soldier to move the tent a bit so that it would be on dry ground. Fronel led Krezagon to the inventory and had em wait a moment while ey went to get the person who was responsible for the inventory.

The inventory caretaker was fairly disgruntled, but shut up and went pale at seeing Krezagon. After that, ey pretty much just handed Krezagon one of the better shirts in stock and gave em a new blanket as well.

They went back to the tent and Fronel helped the soldier move the rest of the tent. When it was done, the soldier left.

"You can sleep in the infirmary tent's bed... I guess it's more comfortable than your tent. I cleaned your tent a bit, by the way," said Fronel.

"T-thank you..."

"Do you need any help?"

"I uh... I don't know."

"Well, let's go in." The two went in and Krezagon was a bit slow in getting horizontal. After that was done, however, ey fell asleep as soon as ey had gotten into a comfortable position. Fronel then just settled for covering eir body with the blankets and went back to sleep.