The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(47)
We waited. For what, I wasn’t sure.
My knees ached and my palms throbbed but I refused to break position, as did the rest of the lined up women. We remained in position for ten minutes, twenty, thirty… I couldn’t be sure. But with each passing minute, my body screamed in agony, desperate to move and relieve at least some of the pain.
Finally, the heavy sound of boots walking across the concrete floor, then several others following, announced others were joining us in the room.
“You all may sit back and rest on your feet. Place your palms on your thighs and spread your legs wide,” came a deep and powerful voice as he walked in front of us, standing with his arms crossed.
I almost moaned in relief when I was able to relieve the pressure on my battered hands and knees. Fighting back dizziness, I did as the man commanded, trying not to focus on the cool air of the room making contact with my spread sex. The dampness from the shower still remained on my black curly hairs, only causing my vulnerability to heighten even more.
The man before us had dark hair that hung in waves to his shoulders. His face had a faint shading of hair, and his eyes bored into each of us with an intensity that sent a shiver down my body. His nose was long and narrow, standing out as his most prominent feature. He reminded me of what I imagined a goblin king to look like in a classic fairytale of a time long ago… before the wars destroyed everything.
The rest of the men who marched in behind this man lined up behind him with their arms clasped behind their backs, legs shoulder-width apart, and they stared straight ahead. They all wore black, and although they didn’t appear to be like the soldiers or the guards, they did have a level of militant energy around them.
“My name is Maleficent,” the man began. “I am sure you have all heard of me.” He gave a wicked smile. “And let me assure you. All the rumors you have heard are true. And even worse.” He snickered at his own joke, but no one in the room showed any emotion at all. Unless you counted the women, who softly whimpered or gasped at his words.
I swallowed hard, struggling with the overwhelming urge to close my legs when his eyes peered upon me. Luckily, his gaze eventually moved on and looked at the next woman, and then the next.
“You are all now my beauties. You belong to me and no one else. The only way you can break free from my hold is when I no longer want you. At which time, you will be discarded like trash.” He paused, but didn’t move his stance at all. “I have high expectations of my beauties. For that reason, I will assign each of you a trainer. Your trainer is responsible for doing all that it takes to have you ready to fully join my harem of prized beauties. It could take months, it could take years, and it may never actually happen. The decision is mine and only mine.”
I looked past Maleficent to the men standing at attention behind him, assuming they were the trainers he spoke of. When I did so, I noticed that the one standing directly in front of me was staring right at me. Not at my sex like Maleficent had, but into my eyes. This man did not break his stare. Was he to be my trainer? Like Maleficent, his hair was dark—almost black. He was a little taller than the men he stood next to, and his broad chest a little wider. I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, since they were shadowed, but they seemed ominous. His lips pressed firmly together and his rigid jaw line scared me. I didn’t want him to be my trainer. He looked far more severe than the other men did.
“You will be fed. You will be cared for. You will be far better off here with me and my men than you ever were before out in that god forsaken land,” Maleficent continued. “I know you are all afraid, my beauties. And although there is much to fear, especially my wrath, I do want you all to know that as long as you behave, you will prosper under my rule.” He took a long pause and then clapped his hands. “Well, let’s begin! Trainers, I believe it is time you introduce yourselves to the beauties.”
Each of the trainers silently walked over and stood in a line before us. The man who had been staring at me was indeed my assigned trainer, but I already knew that. I glanced up at him briefly, but when his dark eyes glared into mine, I had to look toward the ground to avoid the intensity.
“Men,” Maleficent said.
On his word, my trainer unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and pulled out his large penis. In shock, I glanced down the line of captive women to see that each of the trainers had done the exact same thing, and penis after penis went as far as I could see.
“My beauties. I would like for you to formally meet your trainer. Open up your mouths, and greet the man you are to obey at all times. Open wide. Now.” His last word was so sharp that I actually flinched when the booming voice echoed off the walls. I remained frozen, not knowing what to do. As simple as the command sounded, the actual idea of having the man’s body part in my mouth as I sat helpless before him seemed impossible. I could hear cries and gags around me, the sound of faces being smacked for undoubtedly doing as I was—nothing. Although when my trainer’s hand moved to my face, a slap did not occur. Instead, he reached for my chin, and pulled my face to the tip of his hardened flesh. He continued to hold my chin as he pressed past my lips and rested heavy on my tongue. I didn’t have a choice but to open wide as the thickness of his member filled every inch of open space in my mouth. The weight was heavy against my tongue, and as he pressed deeper inside, I struggled not to gag as his full size touched the back of my throat. He released my chin and placed both of his hands on each side of my head, and gently began rocking his hips. The friction of my lips along his smooth and velvety skin caused his penis to twitch and grow even bigger.