The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(110)

“She can, can she?” Kaden stepped back. “All right then. Remember who asked for this just as sweetly as if she’d said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”

The whick of the crop as he drew back his arm was a chilling thing; the whup as it landed evenly across both buttocks, driving her into Bain, making the chains clink and her biceps strain to pull her all the way up to that ceiling hook—hotter than hell. Physically, the pain cut through her as easily as a knife cut skin. Sexually, her puss wept, spilling hot tears of need in drips down the inner slope of her thighs. Bain cupped between her legs, taking part ownership of her wanton sex as he combed through the folds, opening her up to his twin-fingered invasion. Sensually, she groaned, his slow, deep thrust bringing her hips grinding mindlessly on his hand as she drowned in the need to feel him—someone—filling her as deeply as any man could fill a woman.

Again and then again, the crop whipped her ass, slicing and stinging, taking pain from a mere earthly thing to be felt and transcending it to something otherworldly. Sweat beaded her skin, tickling down the small of her back to tickle its way between her buttocks. Heat choked her. Breath after broken breath, she caught, held, strangled on cellar air that suddenly felt far too hot as the crop built its unending ladder, from the top of her backside all the way down the blushing curves. She counted eight before he reached her thighs. Eight scarlet lines, swelling, heating and throbbing as they grew up under each evenly-spaced kiss. She moaned, and moaned again as two deep-penetrating fingers moved in opposition of one another, flicking, fucking, withdrawing to leave her so devastatingly empty that she couldn’t stop her cry from escaping.

A sharp hiss as Kaden whipped the crop back yet again.

Prickles of hot sweat and icy dread tickled down her spine. Her eyes widened, staring into Bain’s heavy-lidded gaze as his arm tightened around her waist and two fingers became three now, slowly, blessedly—oh dear God, too much!—forcing their way in. She sucked a shrill squeak of air—

WHUCK!

—and exhaled the first real shout to be ripped from her since her capture. The force of the crop as it struck, catching her full across the sensitive crease that separated bottom from thighs and knocking her right off her toes. She’d have swung free if not for Bain’s grip on her pussy and his arm around her waist, or Arsen’s now cruelly pinching fingers as he twisted her unguarded nipple in a way that would have elicited its own yelp were she not already consumed by fire.

“Uh!” Goldi gasped through her gag as Kaden took aim lower still. “Nuh!”

“No is not a safeword,” Bain said, husky and low, and Goldi clutched frantically at her chains when she heard it—that hiss of leather as it came whipping down and struck.

She howled, her gag muffling every four-lettered word she spewed as she heaved in her bonds, arching and humping and—oh no, no no!—cumming, the rip of that involuntary spasm seized her womb, tearing every nerve up from her core and down into her badly shaking legs. There was no breathing through this. There was no breath left for her at all as her body locked, riding the spasms that sparked in her pussy, ignited in the lines across her ass, and swept out to ravage all the rest of her in shocks of absolute hunger and hurt.

“F-f-fugg!” she gasped once the ferocity of the spasms had died enough to allow her to move, to breathe… to think.

“Yeah,” Bain agreed, just as breathless and now every bit as hungry as she had been. “Cut her down,” he ordered. “Bend her over. I want my cock in her mouth while you give the next set.”

Next set?

Staggering up in her bonds, sure she had misheard, Goldi stared at Bain.

“She’ll gnaw your cock off at the root,” Arsen said, flicking her throbbing nipple, letting that torment now fire in the tenderness of her needy breasts. “I’ll get the other gag.”

“And the hook,” Kaden growled, either so fired up by the vigor with which he’d spanked her or now so horny by it that he was fighting a shift back into bear-mode.

“And the horse,” Bain added.

“Do I look like a damn gopher?” Arsen grumbled, but good-naturedly. He was already going.

Goldi squeaked again when Bain pulled her close and Kaden unclipped her wrists from the chains high above her. She bucked wildly, but there was an excitement budding beneath the near-obligatory panic that tightened in her chest—not quite growing, not quite sparking… not really quite panic at all—and each time she moved, her puss bumped against his trouser-muzzled erection and that excitement swelled a notch. So did Bain’s cock. So did her clit, and nothing she did, no matter how she twisted or turned, could work enough distance between them for her to break contact. Bain held her firmly, hugging her hips to his as he gripped her bound wrists long enough for Kaden to unhook the manacles from the ceiling chains.

Her eyes widened, locked on the large wooden “horse” as Arsen wrestled it into place broadways before her. It was huge. Black and padded across the flat top beam and down both sets of “legs”; studded everywhere with round metal rings. The animalistic head (the only horse-like thing about it) was carved into a fearsome expression, all wide-eyed and open-mouthed as if it were a real horse, right at the precipice of charging into battle. And yet Goldi was the one who reared, throwing back her head and straining to go the other way. It was a struggle that both Bain and Kaden held her through without any effort at all.