Moonlight and flowers

Her clothes were gone in the morning. Sir gave her a sack which might once have held root vegetables and roughly cut holes in it for head and arms. It ended at mid-thigh, to his stated satisfaction.



"Get me breakfast and then help your mistresses with the chores," he ordered.



As soon as she left the tent she could feel the eyes following her. Mistress Elia gave her a bowl of porridge to take back to Sir, and as she bent to enter the tent she heard a masculine chortle from somewhere behind her which set the hairs on the back of her neck prickling.



She stayed as close to the children as possible, feeling safer in their company but eventually someone sent her out for firewood. It was only the realisation of an awful fear when she heard footsteps following her into the woods: two men, both of them with that lean wiry look that all the werewolves seemed to have.



"Suck my cock, girl," the elder one said. He had a deep scar under his chin and dark shoulder-length hair which needed a wash.



Narcissa bit her lip. "Mistress Elia wants wood for the fire."



The second man grinned and lifted the wood she had already gathered from her arms. "I\'ll just drop this off at the camp site for you and come back afterwards. You can get on with the cocksucking." Whistling merrily, he strode back along the path to the camp, leaving her alone with his friend.



Narcissa tried to think, but she couldn\'t see any way out. Scar-neck pushed her inexorably to her knees and dropped his breeches One hand yanked her hair, pulling her head in closer. She opened her mouth and took him in.



"If you bite," he said, "You will deeply, deeply regret it." She believed him. By the time his friend made it back he was grunting as he filled her mouth with cum. She leaned over, spitting and retching and he muttered something in disgust before clapping his friend on the shoulder and leaving the clearing.



The younger man seemed happier without an audience. Pulling her deeper into the woods he stripped the sack off her and looked his fill. Narcissa had been a very beautiful girl and at 41 her looks were very close to their peak - or they had been until yesterday.



"You have to do what I say," he said. He didn\'t sound quite certain, but when Narcissa didn\'t answer he pinched her belly viciously.



"Yes master," she belatedly agreed.



"Call me Master Bryn," he said, and his fingers lingered on the bruises that Sir had left on her. "Lie down and open up for me."



He knelt between her legs as she shivered on the ground, stroking her thighs where the dried reminders of the night before striped unevenly down them. His fingers fumbled at her entrance.



"Have you raped anyone before?" she asked, with a sudden upwelling of courage, but he only grinned at her, saying "Not in the woods."



He suckled on her breasts as he pumped in and out of her cunt, rolling her nipples with his tongue and biting them gently, thoughtfully. When he came he screwed up his face and bit his lip. She trembled underneath him with hate and cold.



After he had pulled out and readjusted his trousers he looked thoughtfully at her. "You\'re a bit boring in the sack, aren\'t you?" he remarked. "Pretty, though, if you ever warmed up. I\'d better make sure you make it back to camp. Wouldn\'t want you to get any ideas."



He threw her garment at her and waited for her to put it on, ignoring her glares