Helen

The castle had seen better days, but at least the room they gave him was habitable: a tiny, drafty bedchamber at the top of the highest tower. From here William could have a fantastic moonlit view of the mountain wilderness. Instead he shut the curtains and flopped onto the bed. At least it was comfortable.

"Do you need anything else, Mr. Talbot?" William had forgotten Helen was there. She stood in the tower doorway, as if waiting for something. He grunted a "No" and that was all. Then she pulled down the straps on her dress. "Are you sure?" She climbed onto the bed, offering her petite breasts to his rough hands. Her warm, human flesh was tantalizing. Still, he felt some **** even as he embraced her.

"You should be careful, lady," he said. "You could get hurt."

"My Mistress says I'm to make myself available to you any way you like. She rewards those who serve her."

"And what reward do you get?" William said, his hands all over her ass. He squeezed and she cried out. He threw her down on the bed so hard that it shook. Grabbing the front of her dress, he ripped it all the way down, pulling the shreds away and leaving her naked and squirming. His mouth enveloped one of her breasts, his unshaven face scraping her bare skin. With one hand he spread her legs apart while the other wrapped around her throat. She gasped, but that was the only sound she could manage as he choked the rest out of her. William felt hot and angry.

She was a little thing, and she was perfectly limp and unresisting in his grasp, even when he bruised her. When he slid his cock inside she shuddered. The old bed creaked and groaned. William wondered if that cold fish Countess could hear it all the way down in her coffin. He fucked the helpless, subservient little morsel and came hot and hard inside her, and when he was finished he tossed her aside, flopping down on the bed again and waiting for his heart to stop racing. Helen collected herself without complaint, pausing at the door only long enough to ask:

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

He shook his head. "Get lost." She closed the door. He rolled over. Something about the whole thing had left a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe it was knowing she was the Countess' woman. Outside, the wolves howled. He tried to shut the sound out. Tomorrow he'd start the job. And the sooner he started, the sooner it would all be over.