Moonlight and flowers

With the children abed the mood of the group gathered around the campfire changed swiftly. Soon the group was splitting into couples and disappearing into the dark. Narcissa wondered vaguely where she was to sleep but then Sir rose from the discussion he had been having with two of the other men and called her.



She rose and followed him to a small tent set to one side. As he pulled open the tent flap she stopped dead, a sudden thought coming into her mind. Her eyes rose to meet his and found confirmation in them.



Before she could move he had hold of her wrist. Unnaturally strong fingers yanked on her arm and she was inside the tent and on her back on a mattress.



"Anything I want," Sir reminded her. "Take off your clothes."



"No! He couldn\'t have meant this! I only ever... Lucius..."



But with a wave of his wand her clothes were on the floor.



"Learn this, and learn it now, Girl: you will do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. And the same goes for every member of this camp. The only - the ONLY exception - is if you are ordered to do something that could cause harm to a member of this camp or severe harm to you.



"If I want to fuck you, I will. If any other member of this camp wants to fuck you, they can. If the smallest child out there wants you to play horsie for three hours, you will play horsie for three hours.



"Do you understand now, Girl? Open your legs."



Narcissa stared at him, but when he used his knee to lever her legs apart she let them fall apart and when he opened her folds and prodded an investigative finger within them she just shuddered.



"Dry as a desert," Sir said with exasperation and leaned over to fumble through his belongings. Narcissa heard the sound of something wet and slick and then Sir positioned himself above her and slid inside, where no-one but Lucius had ever been.



He grunted, his prick cold and slimy at her entrance, and she lay passively as he thrust and grunted above her. Finally his breathing and thrusting became erratic and with one final deep thrust he was coming inside her. He sagged, heavy and sated, and she waited until his breathing calmed and he slipped off her to one side.



One hand trailed with easy confidence over her body, cupping her breasts and fondling her hips. It found its way to her dripping cunt and thrust two fingers inside. She let out a little gasp of shock. A thumb settled itself against her clit and rubbed gently once or twice before stilling.



The breathing beside her evened out. Sir was asleep.



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She dreamed of Lucius, wickedly loving in bed. "Come for me, Cissy," he said, and she was gasping and moving as his hand stopped its slow circles and he drove inside her.



"Lucius!" she cried, and above her a deep voice rumbled in laughter.



"Good girl," said Sir and her eyes snapped open. Her traitrous body continued to arch and tremble as he fucked her with vigorous enjoyment. "That\'s better!"



"You bastard!" she hissed, and he smirked back.



"Well if that\'s the way you feel," he said and flipped her over, sliding out of her cunt with a loud squelch. "Let me try this before the whole camp has you."



And as she froze in horror his fingers were spreading her buttocks and scooping her juices to smear around her arsehole.



"Merciful Merlin," she wept, and his fingers grew rougher as she spoke, one blunt thumb prodding inside.



"What mercy have you and your like ever given me that you should expect it now?" he spat. His fingers scooped inside her again and the thumb was pressed inside even deeper, eased by the mixture of his cum and her own juices.



She sobbed quietly, trying to ignore the finger that joined the thumb and the squirt of cold slimy lubricant he eventually added.



Kneeling between her spread thighs, Sir withdrew his fingers and replaced them with what could only be the broad, slicked head of his cock. "If you resist, this will not only hurt but it could damage you," he said brusquely. "Push out, as if you were on the toilet." And then he was shoving inside and she tried to push out and perhaps she succeeded, for in one solid thrust he was buried hilt-deep inside her.



His groan of satisfaction rumbled through her as he pressed down, trying to go even deeper. His balls were soft on her perineum, his pubic hair coarse against her arse. "Tight as a virgin," he exulted. "Anyone been in here before? That husband of yours?"



She didn\'t answer, but she could tell that he knew he was the first. He laughed and began to thrust again, slow and deep. "You\'re gonna be a popular girl tomorrow," he gloated. Her arse was burning, stretched around his invading cock.



"Nice tight virgin arse," he whispered, licking her ear. "Tomorrow I won\'t be the only one to have enjoyed it. Tonight is for me, but tomorrow is for sharing."



She sobbed into the mattress as he fucked her for a long, long time. And when he finally spilled his load into her he made her take a cloth and wipe him clean, but he refused to let her touch herself.



"Let them all see you tomorrow with stains down your thighs," he said. "I want them to see your thighs crusted with cum and blood and know where I was last night."



Narcissa wondered if she could find a knife and use it on herself before tomorrow night.