The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(53)

“No,” he answered quietly.

“Then why do you do this? Are you forced? Captive, as well?”

“No. Although I suppose I am just as captive as you.” He continued on with the stretching of my bottom hole, ignoring that I gasped and moaned with each tiny thrust of his fingers.

“You can’t leave?”

“I could.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Where would I go? Is there any place that is better out there?” He pushed his fingers in deeper. “There is nothing out beyond the walls of this compound. Only starvation, war, suffering, and death.”

“But you would be free.” He shoved a little harder, and I wasn’t sure if I was upsetting him or not. “I would take whatever the world had in store for me, if it meant I could be free.”

I could hear him huff behind me. “I learned a long time ago that there is not a world anymore. All that there is left is a dark hell to survive day by day.” He pulled out his fingers and I sighed in relief, happy my stretching was over. I moved to sit up but he placed his hand on my lower back, pinning me down. “I’m not done yet. The dildo is next.”

I looked over my shoulder, with less shock this time. Of course, it couldn’t be as simple as two fingers. “Will this hurt?”

“Yes.” He lubed up the phallic instrument. “But if you relax and take deep breaths, you may actually find some enjoyment in it.”

I smirked as I turned my head and hid my face in the crumpled up bedding. “I doubt that,” I mumbled.

I knew the instant the dildo touched my puckered entrance that it was going to hurt. It was big. Far too big to enter inside of me—

“Ahhh,” I cried out. “It’s too big. Please! You are going to tear me!”

He paused with just the tip of the dildo inside, burning the entrance to my bottom. “Shh… take that breath. Come on.”

I inhaled, and let it out with a shaky exhale. As I did so, Prince pushed the awful instrument all the way in. I screamed… or at least, I think I did. I really didn’t know at the time because my head spun as the sensation of pain mixed with a fullness that gave me an odd sense of warmth. I wanted it out immediately, and yet, when he slowly pulled it almost from the depths of my channel, I moaned loudly when he pressed it back in.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” I replied, yet oddly, I didn’t want him to stop.

“I know. But you have to get used to something of this size in your backside. You will most likely be sitting on one of these for most of tomorrow.”

I whimpered at the thought. “Why does he do this?”

“Because he can.”

“So why do you? Because you can as well?”

He moved the dildo in and out in a slow and steady pace. I felt electric shocks run along every nerve inside my body, and although I didn’t necessarily want this to continue, I didn’t exactly hate it either. My pussy pulsated with each movement, and I knew if I started to gyrate my hips and rub my clit against the coarse fabric of the towel that still was beneath me, it was very likely I could reach completion. A completion I had only been able to reach with my own sinful hands in the darkness of my own bed back home.

“My reasons for doing this have changed,” he said softly, never ceasing in the thrusting.

“What were they to begin with?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off the pleasure and the pain of confusion that erupted in my backside. “Your reasons?” I couldn’t imagine a decent man ever wanting to be in a position of such atrocity.

“I thought I could help. I thought I could learn enough to take this all down. To destroy this empire,” he confessed. He paused the action of the dildo but kept the tool inside. “I was once part of a resistance. Not a powerful one, but ambitious nonetheless. I was to come in and become a trainer. Get close to the enemy.”

He sounded so sad as he told the story. I didn’t want to say a word, scared he would stop.

“It was foolish of me. All it did was get a lot of people killed. It gave the resistance false hope that they could win.” He took a deep breath. “They were so fucking wrong.”

“But why stay?” I asked, realizing there was so much more to this man.

He pulled out the dildo slowly and stood up. I turned my head and watched him walk to the bathroom silently. I was too afraid to leave my position. He seemed like a different man since his moment of rage, but I still remembered it so well. He could just as easily go back to that and decide I needed to be beaten or fucked.

He walked back into the room, reached under my arms, and pulled me up to the pillow and adjusted the blankets so they were covering me. Was he tucking me into bed? “You need sleep. Tomorrow is a long day.”

“Prince?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as he pulled the blanket to my chin. “I’m confused. You confuse me. I don’t know who you are.”

Sadness washed over his face, and I saw such pain in his eyes. “I don’t know who I am, either.”





Chapter Five





Briar

I wasn’t sure if it was the weight on the bed or just knowing that Prince was sitting beside me that woke me from my slumber. I had the best night’s sleep that I could remember. An insane fact considering I was being held captive as a sex slave by a crazed sadist and his hired trainers. But even as I opened my eyes to see Prince looking down on me, I still felt safe.