My Sweet Degradation (25 page)

‘See, Red,' he teased, pressing a knuckle to her clit and rubbing with a circular motion. ‘You
are
a bad girl, aren't you? And you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one of these days. Who knows, perhaps today will be that day.'

With a final slap that caused Red to squeal indignantly he stepped away.

All was silent and she remained utterly still while she felt his knife slice through the bonds around her wrists. She carefully moved her aching arms forwards until they too lay draped over the tree trunk, using her fingers to soothe where the cruel cord had bitten into her flesh.

She awaited the next inevitable phase of her punishment to begin, certain that he would now take advantage of her young body as it lay over the tree; certain he would finally fuck her ruthlessly for being the foolish girl she so clearly was. Yes, she was nervous, but she would not resist him; it was only fair that he take his prize as he'd saved her from an awful ordeal, but as she craned her neck back, as she slowly lifted herself upright, wiping the remnants of her tears against the back of a hand, as she stood and turned around, she discovered that once again the Wolf was gone.

She could see the two awful brothers, sitting on the ground back-to-back. They were bound together with a length of hemp rope, their breeches still gathered around their ankles, and they appeared to be fast asleep. Certainly not wishing to wake them she quickly straightened her dress, refilled her basket and headed back towards the forest path, kicking over the pot of stew that had caused all her trouble in the first place.

Poor Little Red. She'd been taught a cruel lesson that deep down even she knew she deserved, but it left her frustrated and wanting with a burning intensity the like of which she had never known.

As she stomped her way along the path she decided that she hated the Wolf. Once again she questioned why on earth he hadn't bothered to just take her. He could have done anything he wished and she would have been quite powerless to resist him. She wouldn't even have told on him and it could have remained their secret, but oh no! Big, bad Wolf was too good for Little Red.

She marched ever onward, kicking at the undergrowth and angrily swatting at any fly that so much as dared to buzz within her reach, determined that she would ask the first woodsman she came across what
he
thought of her naked pussy. But alas, she met no one else.

Finally the trees began to thin and Red could see the meadow grass that lay beyond the forest, and just there, in the distance, a little red and white dot that was granny's house.

‘Stupid wolf,' she cursed to herself as she crossed open ground once more, feeling as though her poor body had been wound as tight as a drum. ‘I'll show him who needs a lesson!'

As she made her way up the pretty garden path to granny's front door she felt hot, sticky and angry. She gave a quick rap with her knuckles before entering without waiting for a reply. ‘Granny dear, where are you? It's me, Little Red, and I've got some goodies for you,' she called, trying to keep the frustration from her voice.

Granny's cottage was made up of two rooms and stood on a single level only. Red was in the living room, which was made up of little more than a small area for preparing food, a table with two chairs, a stove and a rocking chair. She continued through to the rear of the cottage, calling out as she went, ‘Granny! Where are you?' She checked the large bed, but it was empty and had been carefully made with fresh linen. A pretty little washstand stood on one side of the room and there was a small door leading out to the garden on the other, but wherever she turned there was absolutely no sign of her grandmother.

Red was beginning to worry, and went back to the living room, wondering where on earth the old dear could be. It was just then that she spotted a note upon the table. It was written in granny's own unmistakeably spidery hand, and she leant over to read.

My dearest Little Red,

Supposing I do not pass you on the road, do please forgive me for not being home to greet you. I feel much better now and fancy a little trip out to the farm for lunch after all. Anyway, I will no doubt meet you on the way so this note is quite pointless, but should I not, I have asked a friend to stop by later to accompany you home.

All my Love

Granny

‘Grrrr!' Little Red growled, stamping her foot on the wooden floorboards. ‘Stupid, old bat!' she cursed, before striding back through to the bedroom.

In all her years she had never known a day turn out so badly, but as she looked at the large ceramic bowl upon the washstand she was at least pleased to see there was fresh water in it. Quickly kicking of her shoes and slipping out of her dress, she washed her hot and dusty body all over. The cool water felt good as it ran across her naked breasts, her stomach and on below. With a sigh she began to relax, just a little, and as her hand smoothed its way across the gentle swell of her belly, she thought back to her adventures of that afternoon. For the first time she accepted that she'd had a lucky escape, but she still felt a nagging hunger within, and her fingers slid down between her thighs, with the thought that she might finally satisfy it.

Just then, however, just as she was about to succumb to the gentle caresses of her fingers, and entirely without warning, the back door burst open and in stepped a giant of a man. Red yelped and took three stumbling steps backwards, draping an arm across her breasts and cupping a palm between her thighs in an attempt to cover herself up. In her shock she didn't recognise him at first, as he was no longer wearing a cloak and he was clutching an enormous basket of newly chopped firewood tight to his chest.

‘You!' Little Red shouted with anger when she finally realised who it was, to which the Wolf just offered a gentle bow by way of greeting, before he stepped still further into the room. ‘Why Grandma,' she said, making absolutely no effort to hide the sarcasm in her voice, ‘what a lot of wood you have chopped.'

‘All the better to warm the cottage with Little Red,' he replied breezily, striding beyond her and on through to the living area, where he set the firewood down by the stove. Red could see how he was stripped to the waist now, and the way his naked flesh was marked with several pink scars similar to those across his cheek.

She watched him stand upright and turn towards her, yet she made no attempt to get away, holding her ground as he took a stride towards her. ‘Why... grandma,' she said again, slower and without really thinking of what she was saying, ‘what... what big muscles you have.'

The Wolf continued to pad slowly across the floor, fixing her in the grip of his milky-blue stare. ‘All the better to play with pretty girls like you,' he replied, and all of a sudden she gasped to the sensation of his large hands pressing tightly around her waist. He lifted her from the floor as though she was no heavier than a sack of feathers and she cried out, kicking her legs as she was thrown back onto granny's bed. As she lay there panting she gawped up at him, desperately trying to anticipate his next move, forgetting her naked condition. Her nostrils flared and her chest heaved. She swallowed nervously at the sight of the Wolf stepping closer and closer. She had never seen a man who looked quite so strong, so powerful, and it both scared and excited her at the same time. She watched him run the fingers of one hand through his thick mane of hair, and he smirked as he looked down upon her. ‘Why, grandma,' she quavered, ‘what... what big teeth you have.'

The Wolf suddenly pounced onto the mattress and growled, ‘All the better to eat you with,' before wrenching her thighs wide apart with his hands. Little Red squealed with fear, and if he had proceeded to gobble her up like the beast he was she would not have been surprised at all. Yet while the stubble of his beard growth scratched a little against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, it was only the sensation of his tongue exploring every curve of her tight pussy that consumed her senses, and she clawed her fingernails at the eiderdown and threw back her head.

The Wolf lapped Little Red's cunt with a voracious hunger. He was not slow and he certainly wasn't tender, and from time to time he even took to nipping her flesh with his teeth, but only in a way that would cause her to tense without really hurting. Then she'd relax into the bed once more as the tip of his tongue sought her swollen clit, expertly flicking and rolling the tormented little bud.

Red had never known such bliss. It was frantic and it was animalistic and nothing at all like her fantasy of having a handsome farm lad gently lick her pussy while they hid from her father up in the hay loft. As you might well expect from a creature such as the Wolf, there was scarce place for tenderness and Red thrashed upon the bed, crying out over and over again.

‘Yessss!' she hissed as she felt the tip of a finger work its way between her pussy lips to enter her, just a little way. She felt it curve against the contour of her body and work back and forth as he sucked her clit. He tongued her deeper now and in a way that caused her breath to catch and bolts of pure pleasure to shoot through her body. She gripped even tighter against the bed linen, dragging it up as she lifted her hips from the mattress to force her cunt harder against his jaw. ‘Oh my! Oh Goodness! Oh yes!' she squealed, and finally she could take it no more and, crying out, collapsed under the weight of the most intense orgasm of her life.

With a shuddering sigh she relaxed and collapsed like a rag doll on the bed. She simply laid there, her head turned to one side, her eyes tightly shut and her breasts heaving as she desperately tried to steady her breath.

Eventually, as she felt a huge weight shift at the foot of the mattress, she opened her eyes to watch the Wolf lift himself away. She peered up at him shyly, not at all sure how one should respond after an experience so intimate, and so she remained silent. He stood at the foot of the bed with sturdy legs set apart, wiping his lips against the back of a hand as he stared down at her impassively. Red watched as he kicked off his boots, each one thudding noisily on the floorboards. She bit nervously at a fingernail while his hands worked at the big brass buckle at his waist. She felt her heartbeat quicken as he untied the leather thong that laced his deerskin breeches together, and finally, she gasped as he pulled them down his enormous thighs.

‘Oh, my!' she gasped. ‘What a big... what a big cock you have...'

One corner of his mouth twitched into a smug smile before he replied, ‘All the better to fuck you with.'

Once again he knelt on the foot of the bed, his impressive shaft gripped tight within a fist. ‘But before I do, let's see if that pretty mouth of yours is good for anything other than making excuses, shall we?'

Red didn't know whether to be offended or not, but he towered over her and she was in no position to argue, even if she had wanted to. Slowly, and a little awkwardly, she climbed up onto her knees. She began by allowing her fingertips to run across his chest, and gasped at how hard it felt. She scratched her fingernails lower against the contours of his abdominal muscles, and then down to the thick thatch of hair below. Her hands continued further, until tentatively she took his balls in one palm and closed a fist around his stiff, throbbing cock. Little Red's heart raced as she felt the considerable weight of his balls and how they tightened within her grip. She marvelled at just how smooth his stalk felt as she trailed soft fingertips lightly up and down. She was nervous, she had never performed such an act before, but she'd secretly watched many times, so with a last anxious shiver she leant down between his thighs.

She pressed her lips against the swollen, scarlet head of his prick. She only kissed it at first, tasting his sticky pre-cum on the tip of her tongue, before she took him a little deeper, opening her mouth wide to accommodate his significant girth. She began to suck with hollowed cheeks. She used her tongue to explore the thick ridge at the crown of his cock, her hand gripped tightly around it, her thumb and fingers unable to meet, such were his dimensions. The Wolf released a deep, rumbling growl from the back of his throat and Red looked up through wide eyes, scared that she might have done something wrong, but she saw by the way he held back his head, by the way he shut his eyes tightly, that she was almost certainly doing everything right.

In time she dared to take him a little deeper and work her hands on him too, drawing his foreskin back and forth with one while the other stroked the soft flesh beneath his balls. She listened to his every gasp and moan and tempered her ministrations accordingly, so that in no time at all he was grunting with a greater intensity. Little Red's head bobbed up and down and despite the fact that her jaw was beginning to ache, she discovered her own arousal pulsating between her thighs once more. As she sucked and slurped on the Wolf's enormous shaft she considered that soon she would feel it inside her, and although there was nothing she wanted more, the idea alone caused her heartbeat to race.

‘Mmm, you're doing very well, Little Red,' he purred as he wound his fists into her silky soft hair, pulling her still lower onto him and grinding his hips back and forth. Poor Red began to worry that she might choke if he dared to enter her any deeper, but it also felt strangely satisfying to be used solely for the pleasure of another. She felt his prick twitch and spasm within her mouth, and wondered if now would be her chance to experience a man spurting down her throat, but just as he released a rumbling growl of pleasure he lifted her startled face away and his thick cock, glistening with her saliva, plopped from her mouth completely.