The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(111)

Kaden unfastened her gag, working it from her mouth and yet, once she’d spat it out, all Goldi could do was stare at that horse, at the rings, at the black leather comfort across the top that would provide no comfort at all once she was upon it. Bent across the back like a cumbersome sack of grain or perhaps long-ways down the whole of the horse’s back, her arms hooked to the front legs, her legs to the back, her ass hanging over the tail where just anything at all could happen to her.

Her whole body shuddered, though not with anything that could be mistaken for aversion. Not even if she really, really wanted it to be.

“Well,” Kaden demanded, his throaty growl purring into her ear as he watched her watch the horse. “Any last words?”

Arsen was circling the horse, coming back out of the cellar shadows with a new kind of gag in his hands, one meant to force her jaws open and lock them apart via a round metal ring that would guard her teeth and prevent her from biting anything they might choose to push deep into her mouth.

Tearing her eyes from both the horse and Arsen’s gag, she looked at Kaden. “Get bent?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He seized hold of her hair, wrenching her head back while Bain dug his fingers into the hinge of her jaws. Though she fought to break free, Arsen worked that monstrous new gag into her mouth with little difficulty.

“I do so love an unrepentant bad girl,” Bain chuckled, giving her bottom several good swats as between the three of them, they lifted her all the way off the floor and, in spite of all her kicking, thrashing, squealing and—oh great, she couldn’t swallow with this new gag in; this was going to be attractive—drooling, Goldi was heaved over the broad-side of the horse’s back and pinned there. The spreader bar made it easy for them to tie her legs down. Kaden had no difficulty at all removing the clip that kept her wrists manacled so close together, and though she threw herself into another fight to break free, in short order, he had her wrists affixed to separate bondage rings. As if emphasizing how easy it was for him, he whistled while he did it.

“‘Oo ‘ick ‘uck,” she said, with a jaw that couldn’t move at all around that wide open gag ring.

“You sick fuck,” Bain cheerfully translated.

“Yes, thank you,” Kaden told him. “I got that one.”

He hunkered down before her, seizing her by the hair and the jaw, and forcing her eyes to his. Her greedy pussy twitched, flooding with an ever heightening awareness of him; of Arsen standing at her hip with the barest tips of his fingers tracing from the small of her back, up over the exposed thrust of her buttocks, and down her stinging thighs to trace the growing welts in a touch that was both erotic and agonizing; and of Bain, cupping her eager sex in his huge hand, while his other alternately rubbed and adjusted the prominent show of his own arousal, tenting the front of his trousers.

His grip on her hair did not weaken; his fingers dug into her lower jaw, firmly keeping her face to his as he calmly, softly asked, “Is the point of this defiance to prove that no matter what we do, we won’t be able to ‘break’ you? Because, little girl, that erroneous type of thinking is about to get you into more trouble than you can handle.”

“‘Eez a hlow ee-ee ‘ight,” she replied.

Bain slapped her pussy, but he was laughing. “It’s a slow TV night,” he translated for his brothers.

Kissing her on the forehead, Kaden let her go. Standing, he went to the wall and exchanged his crop for a strap with a slit up the center, dividing the business length into two narrow halves, and a large metal hook with a sizeable ball on the end instead of a point.

“‘Ut ah ‘uck eez ‘at?” she garbled through the metal ‘o’ of her gag.

If Kaden understood the question, he ignored it. He smiled instead, one corner of his lips lifting in the darkest of smirks as he said instead, “Let the games begin.”





Chapter Four





Certain things should never be said, especially not when one has been taken captive by three degenerate were-bears in a cellar full of kink equipment and sexual torture toys. For instance:

“Are you comfortable?” Arsen asked, once she’d been fully secured to the wooden horse.

Her sarcastic, “Not really,” garbled through the o-ring gag was met by a chorus of chuckles.

“That’s too bad,” he replied. “Here. Maybe this will help.”

He clamped twin alligator clips to her nipples, each linked by a length of thin but sturdy chain that he looped around the back of her neck. The chain wasn’t quite long enough. Whenever she lifted her head, the clips bit into her already tender nipples, pulling on them and lifting her heavy breasts by each aching tip. She’d never felt the curse of having larger breasts quite so keenly, but some relief could be gained if she let her head hang. No longer stretching to carry the weight of each full globe, all her nipples did then was throb in the bite of each stern clip.

“How’s that feel?” Arsen grinned, chucking her lightly under the chin and (perhaps) intentionally making her breasts jiggle.

“Ow,” she said drily.

“If you like that, you’re going to love this,” Kaden said a second before she heard the telltale burbling sound of a bottle being deprived of the last of its liquidy content.

Goldi tried to look around without lifting her head but, standing right at her side as he gathered her long ponytail and began to braid it, Bain was blocking his brother from view. Thing Not To Say #2: “I already have a hairdresser.”