The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(52)

“Hand me that bottle,” he said, pointing to a clear plastic container.

I did so, and he squeezed it into his palm and then reached for my hair and began to massage it into my scalp.

I moaned.

I couldn’t help it. It felt so very good.

He continued to work the shampoo into my hair as the floral fragrance wafted up my nose, reviving my battered soul.

“When is the last time you shampooed your hair?” he asked softly. His nude body was so close to mine, yet it did not touch, nor did I feel unsafe in any way.

“When I was a child. I remember my mother had some for special occasions. I was turning ten. She said I deserved to have beautiful hair for such a beautiful day.”

“You deserve this every day,” he mumbled, so low that it seemed he hadn’t planned for me to actually hear what he said.

He used the rest of the soapy lather on his hands and ran it over my entire body. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t lecherous. It was simply a man cleaning a woman.

“Why are you so different? So quiet? It seems as if you have already given up.” His words weren’t cruel, but they were sharp.

I looked at him as he helped me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Am I different?” I wondered if I was expected to fight.

He nodded. “You don’t seem afraid.”

“I am. Very.”

“You don’t seem to mind my touch. At least not all of it.”

I swallowed hard but didn’t respond. I didn’t mind the touch of this man. At least it made me feel something, anything. I wasn’t numb. I had felt nothing for so long that even pain was better than the void of nothing I had been spinning in for so long.

He continued to bathe the rest of my body and then did the same to his. Silently turning off the water, he reached for two towels and handed one to me. Once he dried his body off, he used his towel to help dry my hair. He gently squeezed the water out, massaging my scalp again. What should have been a continuation of the hell I was cast in had turned into pure heaven. Closing my eyes, I just allowed the feelings of good to wash over me.

“It’s getting late,” he said as he reached for my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. “We need to prepare you for tomorrow before bed.”

“Prepare?” What was what he had done earlier? Was I not broken enough for him?

“Maleficent likes his slaves stretched,” he answered simply as he sat me down on the bed.

He walked over to a dresser and pulled out some items that I couldn’t make out from the angle in which I sat. I clung to the towel around my body as goosebumps covered my flesh. Would he hurt me again?

“Lie down on your stomach,” he ordered as he walked toward me.

I did as he asked, noticing how comfortable the mattress was. It gave beneath my weight and embraced me in the softness of the blanket’s fabric.

“What are you going to do?” I asked. I was scared, but he wasn’t acting like he was earlier. He didn’t seem angry and he appeared to be in control. I didn’t see the dark eyes that I had seen moments before he pissed on me.

“I told you. I have to stretch you. You’ll be glad I did tomorrow.”

“Stretch me?”

“Your back hole.”

I snapped my head back to look at him in disbelief. “What? You are going to stretch my ho… hole?” I was appalled. He couldn’t be serious.

“It’s my duty as your trainer to make sure that you are ready to accept whatever request Maleficent has. And trust me, he has many. So many that it is almost impossible to train you for all. But on the first day for the new arrivals, he usually makes all the slaves do the same thing.”

“Which is?”

He squeezed some fluid out of a tiny bottle onto his index finger and without pausing, touched it to my anus. I gasped and tensed up, but he continued. He rubbed the cool, slick liquid all around the surface and then dipped his fingertip past the entrance.

I bucked and cried out. It didn’t hurt, but the invasion surprised me and I didn’t like it one bit. I wiggled and whimpered when his finger went even deeper inside and the small bite stung.

“Just relax. My finger is nothing compared to what will be put inside of you tomorrow.”

“Oh God,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the ministrations going on in the depths of what I considered an area that would never be touched in this way. What would be put inside of me tomorrow? I didn’t want to know… and yet, would my imagination be worse than the actuality?

“I’m adding a second finger. It might hurt a little as I stretch your bottom hole more, but in a few minutes, your body and mind will adjust.”

“Why? Why does he do this?”

“Because he enjoys it,” Prince said as he added the second. And just as he’d warned, the small bite from before grew in intensity.

“Ahhh,” I cried. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, I think you are a smart girl. Your life isn’t about liking things from this point on.” He shoved both fingers in deeper, making me moan loudly as I clutched the blanket with balled fists.

“Does he like hurting women?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

He paused in his assault on my hole but didn’t pull out. He remained as still as the energy in the room. What was he thinking? Was he getting prepared to show me just how much he liked to hurt helpless victims? Had I been too bold in my questions?