My Sweet Degradation (24 page)

She knew well that it would be quite wrong for her to simply help herself, but she still had some way to go before reaching granny's house, and as it was such a large pot... and perhaps if she were only to take a little... and maybe whoever had made it wouldn't mind anyway...

It was no good, the smell wafting up from the stew was as powerful as the darkest of dark magic, and so Red lifted the ladle from the pot and raised it to her lips. She blew against the steaming broth and tried her very best to be patient while it cooled, but when she felt as though she might burst if she didn't try just a little, she took a tentative sip and promptly burnt the tip of her tongue.

Despite this, in that instant she felt sure that she'd never tasted anything quite so spectacular, and she soon wolfed down an entire ladle-full before dipping it back into the pot for a second helping, then a third, and then a fourth until finally she felt as stuffed as a goose on Christmas day. It was just then, when she released an accidental and somewhat unladylike belch of satisfaction, that she heard a twig crack underfoot and with a gasp she spun around to see a man walking slowly towards her.

‘Please sir,' she gabbled anxiously, ‘I hope you don't mind, but I was just passing by and I—!'

Poor Red squealed as her arms were twisted and forced up behind her back. She tried to turn around in order to discover exactly who had grabbed her, but she was held so tightly and it was simply too painful for her to move. She wrestled herself forward, but it was useless and she could only cry, ‘Hey!' as she felt her wrists being bound tightly together with a thin cord of some description. She was in terrible trouble, and she knew it.

She looked up once more at the man who continued to step closer and closer towards her, and noticed how he was smiling, yet not in a friendly way. He didn't at all look like a kindly gentleman disposed to sharing his food with a hungry stranger. He was dressed as a hunter, tall, wiry and sharp of feature. She took in his narrow eyes and pointed nose, and decided she did not like the look of him at all.

‘Well, well, just look what we've got ‘ere, brother,' he sneered, and Red gasped as the man who'd grabbed her from behind stepped into view to take a good look at her. He had the exact same rodent-like features as the other, only his mop of hair was a shade lighter and he stood an inch or two shorter. Where the first reminded her of a weasel, the second was more akin to a rat.

‘Indeed, brother,' the second man replied with a thin, reedy voice. ‘And I thought we'd had a good morning trapping those three conies, but it looks as though we've caught us a little thief. And a pretty one at that.'

‘Oh no, sirs, please,' Red implored, turning from one to the other. ‘You quite misunderstand. I'm not a thief at all. I was just on my way to granny's house when I couldn't help but smell your delicious stew. I did try to see if someone was here, honest I did, but...' Poor Red's heart pounded in her chest. She considered making a bolt for it, but she wasn't completely stupid and knew she'd not get far with her hands being tied so tightly behind her back.

‘Well if you're not a thief,' began weasel-features, ‘I suppose you're planning to pay us for that stew what you stole?'

‘Yes, yes of course,' she quickly replied. ‘Only, I've got no coin, but,' she was quickly interrupted by the shorter brother before she could explain herself further.

‘So you ain't got no money, but you still took what's not yours. I don't know about you, brother, but I call that stealin'.'

The weasel slowly nodded his agreement while looking Red up and down, in a way she did not like one little bit. ‘Well, my pretty little thing,' he mused, scratching his whiskered chin, ‘if you've got no coin you'd better have another way to pay us, ain't you?'

‘Oh, I can think of another way, brother,' the other said, with a wicked glint in his eye.

Red watched as ratty picked up the basket intended for granny and began to rifle through its contents without due care or respect. ‘Flowers,' he sneered, tossing the newly picked posy to the ground. ‘No good to me. How about you, brother; they'd look lovely in your hair.' The taller one just sniggered in response. ‘Apples and pears?' ratty said, pulling out a checked cloth tied with a string. ‘Nice enough, but we can scrump as many o' those as we want. Oh wait!' he suddenly announced, and Red looked up eagerly, hoping with all her heart that he had finally found something to repay her debt. ‘A fruit loaf,' he said, pulling it from the basket and sniffing it with his pointed nose. ‘Mmm, walnut and plum, if I'm not mistaken. One o' my favourites.'

‘Yes!' Red declared. ‘Everyone says mother's fruit loaf is the best in the village. Take it, take it please.'

But the man just tossed it to the ground and laughed. ‘I think not,' he said, fixing her with his beady eyes. ‘But hold on,' he gasped, looking once more into the basket. ‘What do we ‘ave hear then? Now this I
do
like.'

Red watched in horror as he slowly produced her undergarments from within, stretching them out between grubby little hands. The weasel laughed cruelly and Red felt her cheeks flush with the shame of it all.

‘Well,' ratty went on, looking her up and down and wetting his lips. ‘When I say “I like”, I mean I like what is usually all wrapped up in such a pretty little package.'

Red took a stumbling step back as he made a move towards her. ‘No, no please,' she implored as he suddenly reached out and yanked her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy.

‘Now
that
I like very much,' he drawled, and before Red had a chance to resist he lunged so that his shoulder slammed into her stomach and she felt herself lifted entirely from the ground. Poor Red tried to struggle but with her hands tied behind her back there was only so much she could do.

‘The fallen tree, brother!' the weasel cried excitedly, clapping his hands together and hopping from one foot to the other, and Red felt herself being carried to where a fallen pine lay on the ground. In no time at all she was flipped over and draped facedown across the curve of the trunk.

‘No, please,' she wailed, flailing her legs as she felt her dress being pulled up again and her bare buttocks left exposed to their lecherous stares. One of the wicked huntsmen clawed at her ankles and prised her thighs apart, and Red whimpered at the appalling nature of her predicament.

‘Well, well, brother,' ratty said. ‘That
is
a pretty little one, but no more than a fair trade for our stew, I say. Now, the question is which ‘ole do I try first?'

Red sobbed at her wretched state, salty tears spilling down to the forest floor as she lay there awaiting her fate. It was ridiculous; she might have longed to feel a man inside her, but not such an awful one as either of the two disgusting brothers, and not in such a humiliating way.

‘Go fetch the goose fat,' he instructed his taller sibling. ‘This one's so young and tender I think it may need a little greasing first.'

Red begged they release her one last time but her protests fell on deaf ears, and then she shrieked with shock, lifting herself up as best she could on stomach muscles alone, as a slippery finger made contact with that most secret of little holes.

‘This one first, I think,' sneered the rat of a man viciously. ‘It's been an age since I've found a whore willing to give me her most prized possession. Why don't you go make use o' that pretty mouth of hers, brother? And if she so much as dares to use her teeth we'll pull ‘em out one by one.'

‘No!' Red pleaded to the sight of the sneering weasel stepping before her and loosening the thick belt at his waist. She watched, utterly disgusted, as he drew down his breeches and released his bloated cock. ‘Please,' she begged, but he just grinned a gap-toothed grin and leant forward to wind a filthy fist in Red's silky hair, wrenching her head up and back so that she was forced to gasp through the pain and offer her open mouth to him.

The sun was above and behind him now, and because of the tears that stung her eyes she could not easily make out the scene before her, but just as she felt the tip of his cock press against her parted lips, just when she felt something bigger than a fingertip touch the secret entrance to her arsehole – and all for a few ladles of stew – she saw a huge silhouette suddenly rise up before her. With an almighty thud Red felt the weasel's fist suddenly relax its grip on her hair. She looked harder through squinted eyes, but he just stood there with a blank expression on his face, swaying gently from side to side before his knees gave way and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.

Unlike his vile brother, ratty was given advance warning of his fate and offered a pathetic, high-pitched, ‘No, please, we were just playin'...!' before he too was silenced with an awful, bone-crunching thud, followed by a thump as he joined his brother on the ground.

Red sniffed away the last of her tears as she listened to what sounded like two sacks of potatoes being dragged through the undergrowth, before she once more heard a familiar voice behind her. ‘What did I tell you about sticking to the path, you foolish child?' came the deep, rumbling voice of the Wolf, and it was clear to hear that he was angry.

‘I-I know,' she blubbed, ‘but...'

‘Let's have no more of your excuses, young lady. You might think you're all grown up now, but you're clearly still in need of a good lesson in respecting the advice of your elders.' And with that Red cried out as she felt the enormous flat of his palm come slapping down upon her naked backside. The pain was like none she had known before and she squealed and thrashed with her legs, but the Wolf merely held them in place with a single hand before smacking her again, and this time even harder still.

‘Ouch! Ow! Please!' she begged, but the big bad Wolf just ignored her, raining down spank after spank upon her poorly abused bottom. With each loud slap Red would cry out and try to lift herself away, yet there was nowhere for her to go, what with her wrists bound so tightly and with her body draped over that old tree. Each stinging contact of palm against flesh caused her to tense and release the muscles of her backside, in a way that forced her most intimate of areas to grind into the gnarled bark of the pine beneath her. ‘Please!' she implored again and again.

‘You're a stupid girl, Little Red,' he chastised, striking her with upward strokes now, in a way that lifted both cheeks with every stinging contact. ‘Is this really what you wanted?' he questioned. ‘To have your body used by vermin like those two?' Red's tears spilt over once more.

The Wolf's punishment was relentless and her sensitive skin burnt like she'd sat on an ant's nest, but then a peculiar thing began to happen; Little Red noticed that with each spank came a second, equally powerful sensation elsewhere within her. It was a feeling she knew well and it thoroughly confused her that it should present itself now. Perhaps it stemmed from a sense of relief that she'd been saved from such an awful fate. Maybe it came from the knowledge that she remained so utterly vulnerable and that her saviour could now simply take her as his reward.

But deep down she knew there was more to it than that, as this unexpected feeling always accompanied the pain elicited by the Wolf's hand and was entirely physical in nature. Poor Red gritted her teeth and gasped with the bittersweet pleasure of her spanking.

‘So would it have made you happy, Little Red? Would you have enjoyed having those two men take it in turns to use your body as they pleased? And oh, how they would have enjoyed
you
, Little Red.'

‘No, please!' Red gasped as she felt the tip of a finger press against her grease-smeared rear hole.

‘Well is that not what you wanted? Because surely only a simple girl would wander away from the path if it was not trouble she desired.' With each smack Red felt the ring of muscle around her anus twitch against his finger, and in a way that somehow only added to her strange desire.

She squirmed against the tree trunk in an attempt to dislodge his finger, yet in doing so she only succeeded in parting her thighs that little bit wider and accidentally forced him to enter her, just a little way. ‘Stop it, please!' she begged, but with nowhere near enough conviction.

‘What's that, Little Red, you want me to stop?' he mocked, continuing to spank her. ‘Perhaps you should have thought about that before you entered the forest. Perhaps you should have thought about that before you started showing off your pretty body.'

Little Red sniffed and sobbed with self-pity, then suddenly her mouth opened and she gasped, tensing her stomach muscles as she felt his greasy finger slide lower to run against her slit.

‘You know what,' he taunted, ‘I think you're enjoying this. Maybe I arrived too soon and I should have left you to the hard fucking you would have received from those two. Let's see if that's what you secretly desired, shall we?' and all of a sudden the Wolf pressed his finger against Red's entrance and slid it all too easily within.

‘Noooo!' she cried. Of course she hadn't wanted those awful brothers to make use of her like that, but there was no denying her arousal now as the brute Wolf withdrew his finger and proceeded to rub her pussy lips, smearing them with her own wetness while continuing to spank her over and over again.