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.
