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was very late now. The campfire had dwindled to embers, and all she could see of him was a dark bulk blotting out some of the starlit sky. She could hear his heavy breathing over the noise of the night insects, and then he was on her, and then he was in her. She moaned weakly as he began with short, sharp thrusts that slammed into her, pounding her into the ground.

Chapter Five
    Day Six
    He awoke, immediately fully aware and alert. Sleeping outdoors always affected him that way, while sometimes at home in bed it was difficult to get moving at all. He flipped back the top of his sleeping bag and stood, stretching. Lloyd had had the third watch, and already had coffee brewing on the campfire. He was just walking back from their captive where she lay spreadeagled on the ground just as they’d left her. Lloyd gave him a nod and a thumbs-up sign, meaning she was okay. You had to keep and eye on them, especially when they were that helpless. Sometimes they’d vomit, and with a gag stuffing their mouths that could be dangerous. On one occasion, some years back, they’d had to chase off an inquisitive bear. Consequently, somebody always had to be awake and watching, just in case. Of course, there were little perks to the job. He’d spent some very pleasant time stroking, fondling and pinching that slender female body before using her again. She’d been completely worn out and exhausted by then, her responses limited to sleepy noises of complaint, weak twitches and spasms. While she’d been watched over carefully during the night, they’d made sure she’d gotten very little sleep…or rest. She should be a little more pliable by now.
    Kurt was still rolled up in his sleeping bag, and he gave him a nudge with his foot. There was no response, so he nudged again and this time Kurt grunted grumpily. He just wasn’t a morning person.
    “Time to get to work.” He told Kurt. “Lots to do today.”
    Kurt grunted again, but slowly sat up, yawning. “How’s the girl?” he asked, rubbing his bald scalp with one hand.
    “Ready for more.” He chuckled.
    “Whether she wants it or not, eh?” Kurt grinned.
    Ron looked over to where elf-girl was staked out. Now that she wasn’t struggling, or even awake, she looked awkward all splayed out like that. “The first days are always hard.” He replied. “What do we have for breakfast?”
    It was the smell of coffee that woke her. She wondered sleepily who was making it, and why was she sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. When she tried to move the cords bit into her wrists and ankles and realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. For a moment she yanked at her bonds in sheer panic. Then, with an effort, she relaxed as best she could and raised her head- also as best she could- to look around. There’d been a bad moment when she’d feared that they’d just gone off and left her here, but she could see them sitting around the campfire and the sight gave her an equally brief moment of relief before she realized that they were not done abusing her. Were they going to leave her like this all day? She felt exhausted, her arms and legs had odd twinges and cramps, and she was sore between her legs as she’d never been before. She was also thirsty. The gag was a sodden lump in her mouth. As a faint smell of cooking drifted past her nose she realized she was ravenously hungry as well.
    She tugged experimentally at her bonds one last time, knowing it was hopeless but hating the thought of just lying there waiting. She settled for flexing her hands and feet, trying to improve the circulation in them. They looked dark and felt cold, and her exercise of them brought that familiar pins-and-needles sensation. She concentrated on that. It kept her from thinking too much about anything else.
    “She’s awake.” Kurt nudged Ron and nodded towards elf-girl. Looking up, Ron could see fingers and toes wriggling and smiled. He wolfed down the last of his breakfast, a dry biscuit, and