The Fantasy…

I pushed the bronze head of the dildo against my tiny rosebud. Pain and pressure blossomed as the tip began to press into my asshole. I bit my lip, no, it hurt too much, I’d have to ask Mr. Hawk to punish me instead when he came back.

I dropped the dildo on the floor and began rubbing myself furiously. Suddenly the door burst open and I cried out in surprise as Mr. Hawk re-entered the smithy. I tried to stop pleasuring myself as he turned to stare at me but my hands just kept going back and forth over my young, moist, folds.

“Mr… Hawk…” I moaned like a whore as he approached.

“Lilly,” His voice was deep and guttural, almost feral. “I see you’ve abandoned your punishment, the Goddess will be most displeased!”

My eyes widened as Johan ripped his leather pants off with one fierce pull. Below, his manly erection was huge! His member was as large around as my arm and the head as thick as my fist. I stared, my fingers frozen over my womanhood as I watched the large vein along the shaft pulse in time with my own heartbeat. I swallowed hard and remained frozen in place as he stepped forward, his heavy balls were swung in front of my face and his earthy musk filled my nostrils.

“I… tried…” I managed to squeak out.

“Tut tut,” Johan shook his head, “this will not do at all, you MUST be punished.”

He lifted my hands over my head and shackled me to a crossbeam on the ceiling, leaving me to hang limply, my cunt begging to be abused, nipples hard, arms straining to hold me up, juices dripping down my legs.

“Please…” I bit my lip as he stood beneath me, his member mere inches from my pussy. I wrapped my feet around it, trying to pull it towards me, to angle it towards my waiting body. “Please…” my voice was hoarse with need, I felt like I was on fire.

“Please what?” Johan stepped forwards, cupping one of my breasts with his large hand, squeezing it painfully, pleasurably. He bit my other nipple hard and I cried out, more juices running down my legs. I opened my mouth to reply but only a scream of pleasure emerged as I felt him pinch my clitoris hard as he worked my pussy up and down with masterful skill. I came, hard, panting, sweating, my arms limp as my body hung trembling in the air. Even their pain didn’t bother me anymore. But the fire wouldn’t stop and I whimpered as he suddenly left my view, let me go, and moved behind me.

I tried turning my head but with my arms holding up my body I couldn’t properly look over my shoulder. “Please…” I whimpered again, “I need it.”

“Confess,” he said softly, his voice a low growl in my ear as I felt his tongue, long and rough, lick up and down my earlobe, sending tingles down my spine.

“I’ve sinned,” I said quickly, “Oh Goddess I’ve sinned and I must be punished, please, please punish me… master…” I wasn’t sure where the word came from, or the idea even, but it seemed right and I smiled as I felt his large, rough hands grasp my ass cheeks and squeeze.

“You need to be punished,” he declared again.

“Yes, I—” My mouth opened in surprise and my voice left me as I felt something truly massive press against my asshole. It was slick, wet, hot, and far too big to ever fit! “Wait! No!” I struggled but hanging from the ceiling I could barely move; my feet didn’t even reach the ground. I tried to turn around but Johan held my butt cheeks firmly, holding my body in place, his fingernails digging roughly into my soft flesh.

“Sssshhhhh” I felt him blow on my ear, hot, sweet smelling breath and for a moment I relaxed.

It was at that moment that his grip on my ass changed, and instead of pulling up and holding me in place, he pulled me down as his hips lifted up and into me.

I screamed as white, hot, pain pierced through me as the head of his enormous member pushed less than an inch into me, expanding my asshole painfully. I kept screaming, eyes closed in pain as he continued to push until my voice was hoarse and his the head of his cock finally made it all the way in. For a long moment he held me in his large arms, holding me still, preventing me from struggling. The pain receded slowly as he played with my cunt and massaged my breasts. I still couldn’t bear to open my eyes. Slowly, the pain was replaced by pleasure, a small, hopeful spark of good feeling amongst the painful deluge. Then… he let me go.

I opened my eyes and found myself sitting, sitting on his cock as it held me in the air. Every time I moved, even to turn my head, the pressure against my asshole increased because all my weight was being supported by the head of his cock which was just inside my asshole. Pain followed any movement, and so I went still.

He seemed to be holding perfectly still as well.

“If you don’t move,” he said softly, “it won’t go any further…” I stared down at my sodden cunt, it had begun to ache again. I had been so close to orgasm when he had pushed into me, I could feel it, just out of reach. “But you’ll get no more pleasure either.”

I knew it was true. Slowly, I lifted my hand to my cunt, feeling my rear door stretch a tiny bit further with even the smallest movement. I whimpered as my fingers found my slit. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to stroke myself. Each time my hand changed directions I felt a sharp pang of pain from my stretched ass as Johan’s monster cock sunk a half centimeter deeper into my small body.

Pleasure began to build, outweighing pain and I increased my ministrations, crying out over and over as his cock pushed deeper and deeper and I rubbed harder and harder. I was so close, I could feel it, the electricity, just out of reach… almost… there…

I came hard, screaming and thrashing. My orgasm blazed more brightly than ever, kindled into a forest fire of multiple orgasms. Each time I thrashed his cock went deeper and my body was filled with another stab of pleasure and pain, it pushed me over the edge, again, and again, and again… so many times that I lost count, I lose the ability to count, the ability to think.

Some time later I opened my eyes. I must have passed out. His cock was fully inside me now and I gasped at the bulge of the tip, clearly visible under my bellybutton. I felt so full, so complete, so perfect.

“Yes…” I heard him whisper, “this is where you belong, where all Red Riding Hoods belong.”

“Where I belong…” I repeated, it sounded so wrong, but it felt so right. I was happy, so happy I could cry, I did cry then, my body shaking held securely in place by the massive member stretching my young, abused asshole.

I noticed as I did that every movement brushed me against something soft and warm. It was nice and I shook my ass on purpose just to feel it rub me back and forth, so nice. I opened my eyes and looked down to see what it was.