The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(119)

She couldn’t breathe, her lungs burning as she tried to claw at him, but his long sleeves were tucked into the gloves. Fight, dammit! She had to fight. Reaching behind out of desperation, she went for his eyes. Cloth. A mask. Before she could find the eyeholes he yanked his head back, and his grip on her throat tightened further, an oppressive blackness starting to creep in from the edges, her hearing fading like she was moving down a long tunnel.

No. No. No. No.

He twisted her suddenly and she found herself bent over the back of the couch with a fist in her long hair. For a moment she didn’t even care as air returned to her once again, her lungs starving for it, but then his knees were spreading her thighs. Rebecca choked on her first attempt to scream, reaching back to try and push him away. “Stop! Don’t! Please, don’t,” she begged hoarsely as she tried uselessly to bring her legs together.

“Shut up, or I’m going to hurt you.” The harsh voice came again, and she froze as she felt the sharp metal of a knife trace over her waist. Shivers made her muscles jump involuntarily, fear plucking away inside as the slow scratch of the blade kept her still. With a nudge, he spread her further.

“I –”

“I said shut up.” There was a tug at the edge of her underwear, his fingers stretching the fabric, and then the tension gave way as he cut them off her. Tears burned her eyes, her heart still racing as she tried to catch her breath. Then she felt the draft of air between her thighs, cooling the wetness already gathered there.

Why? Why was she wet?

“Don’t do this, you don’t have to do this.” A hard jerk at the hold he had on her hair silenced her, and then she heard the sound of his zipper. “Please!” She whimpered the word, but he ignored the plea as he pushed her legs wide.

The first swipe of his fingers along her pussy made her buck against the couch in an effort to escape, but the worst part of it wasn’t the all too gentle stroke at the juncture of her thighs—it was his low chuckle behind her. “Wet little whore, aren’t you?”

“NO!” The shout tore from her throat as she tried to lift up, but he shoved her back down.

“Tell me…” His cock brushed her next, the slick latex of a condom the only tiny comfort before he leaned over her, his voice growling, “What would your father think if he saw you now?”

Heat bled into her cheeks, and she scrambled for leverage, but her toes were barely touching the floor. “Let me go, please, don’t—”

“Shut up and listen. I’m going to take everything from him. I’m going to tear down everything he cares for, and I’m going to start with you. His sweet, little, Rapunzel.” The man snapped her head back by her long blonde hair, the childhood nickname sending a cold shiver down her spine. Fear thrummed through her as he brushed her pussy once more, and then he slammed inside her in one brutal thrust. It was a sharp, sudden stretch, and he bottomed out, longer and thicker than she’d expected. The man groaned low behind her as he withdrew and forced himself back in, sending a shudder through her insides as she whimpered.

“Stop,” she begged, gritting her teeth as he began to viciously fuck her, his pace increasing with low grunts of effort. He ignored her cries as her body stretched to accommodate him, her mind a whirl of disbelief and shock. The invasion was inescapable, because no matter how she struggled there was no fighting the power of him. His hand was wound tightly in her hair, bowing her painfully, while his other hand pressed at the small of her back. It was only her fists clenched into the cushions that made her able to breathe as the ache inside started to pulse, her body gripping him involuntarily. “Stop…” she whispered.

“You want me to stop?” He almost purred the words behind her, just before delivering another hard, deep thrust that opened her up further. “Say it.”

“I want you to stop!” The cry was lost as he laughed low and craned her neck back harder. Pain spread through her back as she tried to lift herself up enough to ease it, a sob catching in her throat from the effort. He wasn’t going to stop. The realization settled inside her like a virus, worming its way through her conscious.

Under the disbelief that it was happening, the raw dread of what would happen when he finished—she could feel the impossible tingling beginnings of pleasure. It was as if she had tumbled into her own personal hell, her body turning traitorous. Reaching back, she tried to stop the hard thrusts, to halt the rising rush, but he simply caught her wrist and used it as further leverage to pull her against him.

“Take it, princess. You’re going to be my little whore.” Each brutal movement had her whimpering, her hips bruising against the back of the couch, and she tried to focus on that. Focus on the pain, the ache in her shoulder from how hard he pulled on her wrist, the pain in her neck and the fierce sting as he tightened his fist in her hair, anything but the heat coiling in her lower belly as his cock slammed against that bundle of nerves deep inside her over and over. “No one’s going to help you. You’re mine now.”

Her pussy clenched tight, gripping him for a moment, and he growled behind her as she struggled to hold back, precariously walking a fine line of pleasure and pain. “Please,” she begged against the strain in her throat, her words lost amidst his harsh breaths.

“Shut it! I’m going to destroy you, and I’m going to make your bastard of a father watch.”