Cassandra III
Cassandra stumbled through the forest, shadows racing onwards around her as dusk settled over the whispering trees. The outfit chafed her; sweat stuck inside the leather, rubbing against her skin and making walking uncomfortable. She considered taking off the skintight leather and walking barefoot through the forest, as the ground beneath her seemed reasonably soft, all fine moss and desiccated leaves dropped from the canopy during fall. It would also bring relief to her stretched and aching pussy, she reasoned. The plug had been in her for most of the day, and the dull ache that had started an hour back in her groin promised to become agonizing soon. Frustrated, Cassandra stopped to unzip herself awkwardly, trying to reach the toggle nestled deep in the soft leather at the back of her neck. Hand straining at the angle, she managed to drag it down enough to loosen the upper part of the catsuit. Relief flooded through her at the taste of cool air against her chest, drying the sweat in the evening air and allowing her to breathe properly for what felt like the first time in days. "It can't be far... Azure told me to walk this way until I see the lights, or come across the path," Cassandra thought as she began to walk onwards again, feeling more and more lost with each passing minute. Just as the sun began to kiss the horizon, she came across a small wood track meandering through the trees. She walked along the path slowly, with a strained gait. Oblivious to her direction, she shuffled faster as she caught the scent of roasting meat wafting along towards her on the chilled night air. Before long, Cassandra could see lantern light shining through the greenery ahead of her, and heard distinctly human sounding voices talking quietly over what she assumed was an open fire. The voices stopped abruptly as she stumbled into the clearing, drinking in the sight before her. A small, ramshackle lodge built of rough logs faced onto a beaten, grassed area, dominated by a fire pit to the left. It was around this fire that the voices were coming from; two raggedly dressed men were sitting beside it staring at her mutely, grease from whatever they had been eating glistening in their beards. Cassandra backpedaled away from the light in sheer panic at the sound of a voice she knew only too well began emanating from the rustic, shadowed lodge. "Back for more, little girl? I was wondering if you would come looking for me... And it seems like you found a few of my friends, too. Don't worry - They won't hurt you... Much. It's not often men from outside get to play with the girls from the estate... Looks like you are going to have a busy night!" Wreath shouted gleefully, bounding towards her, arms outstretched.
He caught Cassandra from behind as she turned to run, grinding suggestively against her as he drooled in her ear, voice thick with drink. "You look starved, little bitch... And your hair is tangled, like a wild animal. There's food for you, on the floor. Eat the meat rinds lying around the fire... No hands!" Wreath commanded, voice brooking no argument as he shoved Cassandra down into the sand beside the men, bringing gales of mirth from them as she sobbed, swallowing the slick, sandy morsels lying around her in the dirt. Sudden pain buzzed through Cassandra's body as Wreath kicked her between the legs, driving the plug further into her, dragging a sob of pain and humiliation from her tired body. The men in front of her had taken out their cocks, and were stroking themselves to hardness as their legs roughly rubbed her partially exposed breasts, the rubber soles from their boots leaving light score-marks on her tender, chafed flesh. "Please... No... Please!" Cassandra screamed as Wreath yanked remorselessly at the zipper, pushing her around roughly in front of the men as she struggled in vain to stop him from removing the catsuit, the only thing remaining of her shredded dignity. "What was that, angel? No? Or please? I think I'll go with please," Wreath muttered as he shrugged out of his camo shorts, penis already starting to emerge from his genital slit in excitement. The plug pulled out of Cassandra audibly as Wreath finished fighting Cassandra out of her clothes and settled behind her, penis already nudging against her aching pussy as he forced himself into her almost completely dry. Her scream of pain was cut short as one of the men chuckled cruelly and forced her head down over his cock, the salty taste of precum filling her mouth as she gave in, supine on all fours while Wreath began to fuck her in earnest from behind. Cassandra let the movement of Wreath's hips slamming against her carry through her body, her lips sliding listlessly over the cock in front of her. Gone in her own world, Cassandra barely noticed the dull sound of metal hitting flesh, nor the scrambling of the men in front of her as they stood and ran in abject terror, pants around their thighs as they struggled to dress themselves and get away from the hellfire apparition crouched beside Cassandra, ignoring Wreath's naked body lying tangled in his own clothes off to the side. Whispering to Cassandra as she combed her fingers through her knotted hair, Azure tried to keep anger from her voice at the scene she had just walked into. "It's okay, I'm here... He can't hurt you," Azure said, ignoring Cassandra's half mumbled complaints as she lifted her up, holding her steady as she guided Cassandra to the small lodge, and a bed. "Sleep, little fox... In the morning... Well, in the morning, we shall see," Azure said in a calming tone, as Cassandra fell into a deep sleep, overtired mind and abused body claiming much needed rest. Azure stood, surveying the room around her with satisfaction. Inside the lodge was completely open plan, meant for a one night stop over on long trips to the snow-capped mountains far to the east. There was a tiny bathing area, equipped with a single shower stall and wash basin, as well as an antiquated commode for taking care of nature's dirtier duties. A simple galley kitchen and dining area completed the suite, obviously meant for a small group, no more than four, if the number of beds was taken into consideration. Outside, Azure fetched her small bag, smiling wickedly as she thought of new uses for the toys she had meant to enjoy with Cassandra. She put the bag on the dining table inside, before going out one last time to drag Wreath in, only starting to stir and moan in pain, rubbing the welt on the side of his head left by the spade used for moving coals around in the fire that Azure had used to whack him. In his confused state, Wreath yielded easily to her and was soon secured by the wrists to one of the low hanging beams inside the lodge with a length of dirty hemp rope Azure had found in one of the supply cabinets. Azure roughly shoved a gag made of old rags into Wreath's mouth as he came to, grinning at the panicked look in his bulging eyes. "You won't be abusing Cassandra anymore, sweetheart. Actually, I think she might abuse you, soon," Azure purred, as she began meticulously placing the contents of the bag out on the table in front of him. Wreath moaned incoherently around the gag as he saw what was being set down on the table; a little worn wooden paddle, some mean looking clamps and last of all a massive, violet coloured strap on dildo. "I meant for Cassandra to find this place unoccupied. I meant to meet her here tonight, and give her what she gave me earlier today. You changed that, Wreath. But it's okay. We will play with you, instead. If you are good, we might even let you go... Maybe," Azure said amiably, before prancing happily toward the tiny bed where Cassandra was pressed up against the wooden wall, snoring softly. Sneaking into the bed, Azure wrapped her arms protectively around Cassandra, dozing off to sleep with happy thoughts of revenge punctuated by the pleading moans of the man strung up at the other end of the lodge. Morning came quickly upon the sleeping pair, throwing warm rays through the dusty window against the entwined forms slumbering in the rickety bed. Azure woke slowly, nuzzling Cassandra's neck and nipping at her earlobe to bring her awake. "Go and shower, pet, and then we can play with the toy I have waiting for us," Azure said, slapping Cassandra's rump playfully as she groaned, levering her naked body out of the bed and diving into the shower, sluicing her body with cold water, washing away the dirt and grime. Azure sat staring at Wreath for a while, luxuriating in the feel of a successful hunt before walking over to him and ripping out the gag rudely, startling him. "Please, Azure, I meant no harm by it... Cassandra wanted it! Don't do this to me!" He said, eyes streaming tears. "You want out from the rope? Do your wrists hurt?" Azure asked wickedly, standing roughshod on his toes. "You will be our bitch, just as you wanted Cassandra to be yours, Wreath." She stated firmly as she absently picked up two of the wire clamps and cruelly snapped them shut on his nipples, pinching the skin and drawing a scarlet drop of blood. Cassandra stood mute behind Azure, wet hair lying flat against her snowy skin. "Is that what I think it is?" She asked with a vicious grin, looking first at the strapon before allowing her gave to drift towards Wreath with wide eyed glee. "Let me get him warmed up for you, little fox..." Azure purred, as she walked behind Wreath with the paddle. She began to spank him slowly, aiming for the spot just below his buttocks. Wreath stood mutely, eyes wet and arms immobile as Azure worked him over, beating him with the small paddle, laughing as he flinched away from every blow. Cassandra slid the strapon up her legs, trying it on while Azure loosened the rope and forced Wreath to the floor, kicking his legs apart and grabbing his balls, twisting them roughly. "Be a good bitch, now, Wreath," she said, as she sat on the chair in front of him and forced his tongue onto her pussy, making him gag. Cassandra got down on her knees behind Wreath with thoughts of vengeance running through her mind as she grabbed him by the hips and forced the head of the dildo into is anus, driving it into him with wicked delight. Wreath screamed in abject pain as Cassandra started to fuck him with a rough rhythm, pulling out slowly before ramming into him, forcing the dry ridges on the dildo to catch and scrape against the inside of his ass. "You know, when that cock of yours is hidden in your slit, you look a lot like a girl, Wreath. I think we can help you with that... How would you like to wear my catsuit? Azure can slip a padlock through the zip before we let you go," Cassandra whispered as she started grunting, the small nub inside the harness rubbing against her clit. Locking eyes with Azure, she fucked Wreath with more force, trying to time her orgasm with Azure's. Wreath, seeing an end to his torment, ignored the pain and slid backwards on the dildo, wriggling from side to side, trying to help Cassandra cum. Azure came suddenly, legs shuddering, hands forcing Wreath's head lower, forcing his tongue deeper into her as Cassandra jolted forward as she came, leaning over Wreath and moaning ecstatically, her thighs damp with her own juices. Cassandra pulled out of Wreath as Azure helped the broken man to his feet and wordlessly handed him the catsuit. Laughing, she forced the plug into his gaping rear and zipped him up, locking him into the suit. "I'll keep the keys, Wreath. Get out of here," Azure ordered, pushing him towards the door. "Touch Cassandra again and I'll make sure it's a male that fucks you next time, bitch."