“Here’s how it is,” Henry said. “You’re right in that it’s not that bad to endure this, if we know the time is limited and we get something we need from it. But Rennard is also right in his concerns. I thought of it during the day. We can’t really trust her. She claims it’s a few days of lying low, but when does ‘a few’ turn into several, several into many, days into weeks? We’ve got no information in here, she can say whatever about the guards still being around and we’d have no idea of knowing. She’s going to find a way to keep us around, at best, take one of us for her horny adventures. The more time we give her to think something out, the worse. We need to leave on our terms, while we still have options.” Rennard agreed, and Milton, although hesitant, had no choice but to follow along.

“But one of us will be with her during the night,” Milton said. “Should we not run right now?”

“No, in the night,” Henry said. “Our best hope is sneaking in, join up with the third one she has while she sleeps, and sneak out of here. Thing is…” Henry raised an eyebrow at Rennard. “You have to take the sacrifice.”

Rennard’s response was expected. “Why the fuck is that? I’m not gonna be used by this lowlife farmgirl.”

“Someone has to,” Henry said. “I’d take the bullet, but I know the way around here better than you two, I’ve just spent the day looking out from between her legs. I’ve got a decent idea of what it looks like, where her room is. So it’s between you and Milton, and Milton’s tethers will be important in moving around quietly.”

Rennard crossed his arms and looked into a corner somewhere, sullen. “Fine.” Milton and Henry exhanged a quizzical look.

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He neared Henry and sniffed the air. “That’s fucking nasty.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Piss off.”

When Ada returned, Rennard spoke up before she did. “Take me, then.”

She smirked. “Oh, someone’s eager. I expected more of that. You boys should be eager. I’m not so ugly, am I?”

“Get it over with. But don’t take my clothes off, you whore.”

She bent down and picked him up. “Nope. I don’t want a rough roll of cloth scratching my pussy.” Ignoring his protests, she took his clothes off, raised her gown, and held him ready before her pussy.

“Smells goddamn awful, do you—” She speared him inside. They heard a shout from Rennard, the unclear noise of damning Ada’s mother and her mother before her. Ada left with a happy spring to her steps.

“She must be having the time of her life,” Henry said. “If I’ll borrow Rennard’s language, the sorry insecure tramp must have been picked on throughout her human life. Then she became a giant, thought it would end, but didn’t realise offgiants don’t have it the best either. And now she finally has the chance to bully someone.” Henry used hay, as poor was it was, to wipe some of the cum off him. Then he used a bit of the drinking water on the plate left to wash himself. Milton did the same.

“Wish we could fit some revenge in our plan,” Milton said, “but it’s best to just get Rennard and leave. I planted a tether root on his leg so we can pull him out of… you know.”

“Her pussy.” Henry had no reservations. “Milton, I’ve been through enough to lose my modesty. You’ve seen enough too.”

“I know. I just thought maybe we could pretend nothing’s happened, that we make it back without admitting how fucked everything’s become.”

They got as much sleep as they could unto nightfall. Henry woke Milton at midnight, jumping and jogging to get the lethargy off them. They drank some lukewarm water, pissed, and ate the last of their food.

“Can I tell you something?” Milton said, nothing but one another’s silhouette to look at.

“What is it?”

“Rennard doesn’t take responsibility. If a stranger told me that, I’d say, yeah of course he doesn’t. But this surprises even me. The entire ‘prank’ of his on those guards, getting Lily to help us and run us off into goddamn Gintessa. When you were with Ada, I tried to get some guilt out of him, make him feel a bit of responsibility, but there was none. He should be thankful we don’t bring it up and hold it against him, but he talks about it like we’re equally responsible, a third for each, just because we found his tricks funny and laughed along him.”

“Hmm.” Henry moved towards the barn door, Milton following. When Milton thought that was all he had to respond with, Henry said, “I think he takes blame and feels guilty, he just doesn’t show it. I was surprised when he offered himself up to be the one taken by her for this night. Rennard would never do that. Then I thought, maybe, he tries to make it up for us because he feels guilty over everything.”

“You might have a point, but I won’t credit him too hard. You already spent your time with Ada, you know the place, and we need my tethers if we’re sneaking around. He had to be the choice, it wasn’t some noble sacrifice.”

“Actually, your tethers won’t be that necessary. There’s a door for humans, which they don’t bother locking cause there’s no fear for what an unwanted human breaking in might do. And we won’t be ascending.”

“Still need my tether to fish him out of there,” Milton said.

“I guess, but it would have been arguable. The same old Rennard would have argued for that one. Alright, hushed voices.” Henry slipped out in front of him. They didn’t need much discretion in the far-off barn. The shape of the wooden fence was tall and black against the starlit skies, and Henry led the way along it, the grass just above their waistline. The dark and massive lumps of the sleeping greatox were visible across the field. They crossed under the fence and continued into other fields, passing stalls and repositories. Henry looked at them in the darkness to try and make out if those were the dorms, and finally they arrived at the lodgings.

Still with Henry leading the way, they had no trouble finding the double doors with the overhead lantern. There was a smaller swing door within it for humans. Henry put a gentle palm against it and pushed, barely creaking. They both slipped inside to a hallway gloomily lit by a row of lanterns. The doors were many and not far apart, meaning the rooms couldn’t be wide for giant standards.

“They only sleep in these rooms, they eat together in another,” Henry said. “The room is going to be small, and it’s a mattress on the ground she sleeps on, so we’ve got to be careful where we walk.” These giant doors also had smaller ones for humans, should they need to reach the giants. It was the fourth room to the right Henry led Milton to. Cautiously he pushed the flap door open, and it was pure darkness inside.

“Not even a window,” Milton whispered.

“It’s definitely no luxury for them. Careful now.” There was only a slit of light coming through bottom of the door, and the hallway outside was poorly lit while the room, although small for giants, remained massive for the boys. Even their eyes accustomed to darkness wouldn’t be enough. They had their arms in front of them, ready to touch something.

“Here, something,” Milton said, his hand finding a low wall of flesh. A soft stroke along its rough surface revealed wrinkles there, exploring until he felt the hard toenails and confirmed it was her foot lying sideways. “She’s lying on her back. This way, between her legs.” They rounded her heel and had to duck under the hem of her gown, proceeding past her legs while crouched. It was then Milton realised how many factors were out of their control, how precarious this was. She could shift in her sleep, one of her legs sweeping over them and closing over one another. She could wake. What she would then do, he didn’t know, and it scared him. If they even had an opportunity to fight back, the commotion would wake others, so that wasn’t an option. They’d have to go back to obeying her, and judging by how they were positioning themselves now, Milton knew what she’d do. He didn’t want to imagine the humiliating ways in which she could abuse all three of them at the same time.

The scent made it clear they were nearing the middle of her legs. In a hushed voice, Milton said, “Hey, Rennard, are you here?”

The muffles in front of them was the answer.

“Alright, calm down, don’t wake her.” Milton reached his hand forward, contacting the tether root he’d placed on Rennard. He drew his arm back like one draws a bow, and a tether shot out from her pussy straight into Milton’s hand. He and Henry grabbed on, leaned back to put their weight into it and started heaving. “God, she has him tight.”

“I know well enough,” Henry said. The squelching of him moving through her became clearer. He exitted, and they grabbed his lower half and pulled him free.

Rennard spat. “Fucking goddamned whore."

"Quiet," Milton said, letting his tether vanish.

Rennard wiped himself using her gown. “Any way we kill her here and now?”

“No, we leave.”

“Leave? Let her get away with this?”

“We’re the ones getting away with things,” Milton whispered. “With what we did to those guards. Come. Henry, where are you?”

“Huh? Right here.” Henry joined them, hoping they didn’t notice him sneak a quick taste of Ada’s pussy. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore, he had enjoyed it, and he would miss it.

The scratching of fabric had them dead still, though it proved to only be an itch at her stomach she took care of without waking. They succeeded, rushing out between her legs, through the door, and hopefully, towards freedom.