The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(103)

She was just beginning to think here was where she was destined to stay until the owner of this horrible house came home, when the bear took a lumbering step towards her. First one, and then another, and then it threw the whole of its massive body into a furious shake, as if it had just come out of a river and were shaking off the water. Only there was no water, just the massive coat of its own fur that rippled, shifted, melted. The whole bear melted and in the span of time it took to take that third lumbering step it was no longer a bear. It was a man—long and lean, with the fur of his previous pelt becoming a headful of neatly trimmed hair and a dark brown trail of the same that lead the way from his navel to his… oh-dear-God, he was naked. And huge. But mostly naked, which was ominous enough to break through the muffling grip of shock and horror to dislodge a mousy squeak.

The cool dark of his stare never once wavering from her face as he started toward her. Helpless to do anything but stare at the heavy pendulum swing of his cock, Goldi watched him come. He stopped within feet of her and, without a word, took the ledger from her numb hands.

At the top of the stairs, she jumped at the click of the cellar door before it swung open. Two more men came down the stairs, their bare feet tromping on the wooden steps and their lean naked bodies every bit as impressively formed as the man frowning before her.

“Told you she’d come,” said the last male, as he stepped off the bottommost stair. They could have been brothers, they so closely resembled one another. Of the three, he probably stood the shortest, although only by a scant inch or two.

“You were right,” agreed his companion. Of the three, his brown hair was the lightest and he was the only one with a light dusting of fur upon his chest. He was also the only one not clean-shaven. His neatly-trimmed moustache grew down to join the thin square lines of the beard that completely framed his unsmiling mouth. “Beautiful, but as greedy as she is dishonest.”

The two men fanned out as they approached her. Like hunters, locked on a target worth stalking. The pit of her belly fluttered. She didn’t like this feeling. She didn’t like feeling like prey. She especially didn’t like that way her nipples were tightening the closer they came, or the burlap scrape that assaulted the tips with each shallow, shaky breath she took.

“Whatever shall we do with her?” the shorter mocked, all but purring with sarcasm.

Her heart was pounding hard, battering the insides of her ribs and making it so very hard to think. She hated that her hands were shaking and that raising them in surrender, as she did now, only made that shaking worse. Not that she had a lot of options, but her racing mind hadn’t given up on the slim chance that she might come up with a way to get out of this.

They thought she was beautiful. Though none were smiling, that at least gave her one feasible avenue to try.

Goldi eased into a cautiously seductive pose, her empty hands held high, hip cocked in a way that amplified her curves. “All right,” she acknowledged, tucking her elbows to make her full breasts a little rounder. “You caught me. So, now what?” She let her tone dip into playful taunting, hoping against hope they might rise to the bait and completely disregard her next suggestion. “Anybody going to call the police?”

Two of the three cracked thin, dangerous smiles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the smallest said. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

She never should have turned her back on the largest male. She hadn’t heard him move and didn’t realize how close he’d been creeping until he suddenly caught her by the ponytail and yanked her back against him. She only caught a glimpse of the white rag before he clamped it over her mouth and nose.

She sucked an involuntary gasp, tasting the cool chemical smell on her tongue before the whole of the cellar and everything in it spun into darkness.





Chapter Two





“Crybaby,” someone said.

“I’m not crying about it, I’m stating a fact. We agreed to take turns. You went first the last time. The time before that, he went first. It’s my turn to break her in now.”

Goldi came to gradually, gaining awareness first to the unusual loudness of the voices around her, and then to the niggling discomfort in her shoulders and her arms as they were hoisted by the wrists high above her heavy head. She tried to lift it, but only managed to get her chin off her chest enough to relieve some of the pressure in her neck. Peeling her eyes open was a Herculean task and one that required a lot of blinking before she could bring things into focus. First was the spreader bar strapped to her ankles, forcing her legs a good two feet apart; then, the eyebolt in the floor that the bar was clipped to. Finally, she raised her head enough to blink at the wrist cuffs attached to the chain that held her suspended from another eyebolt in the ceiling.

She groaned. “Fucking were-bears.”

“Oh good!” the shortest male said cheerfully. “She’s awake.” He clapped his hands, rubbing briskly with anticipation. “Let’s get started.”

Her eyes kept drifting shut. Goldi had to pry them open again. “What the hell did you do to me?” Her head fell back until she caught herself and forcibly dragged it upright. It took real effort to focus on the largest of the three men standing in a semi-circle around her. “Did you drug me?”

“It’s the ‘Lone Cabin in the Wilderness’ special. We offer one free chloroforming with every unscheduled breakin.” The smaller of the three grinned, but no one else did.