She’s helpless

“Come inside, Little Red Riding Hood,” Wolf beckoned softly. “You came to visit your grandma – well, here I am.”

She still didn’t move, paralysed by fear.

“Play along, before you draw someone’s attention,” muttered the **** lord, his expression hardening. “We wouldn’t want Grandma to get hurt, now would we? Now come inside, granddaughter.”

Convinced she was in a nightmare, Red stepped over the threshold, and Wolf shut the door behind her. “Come on now,” he hissed. “The neighbours are expecting to hear you talk to your Grandma.”

“W-what broad shoulders you have, Grandma,” stammered Red, staring up at him.

“All the better to hold you with, my dear,” murmured Wolf, dragging her through to the bedroom. Red’s breath caught at the sight of her grandmother sprawled nude on the floor. White goop painted the cougar’s face and body, whilst more seeped from her gaping hole onto the carpet. She could only glimpse the scene for a moment, however, before Wolf grabbed her jaw and **** her gaze back to his face.

“What strong hands you have, Grandma,” she squeaked, her mind racing a mile a minute.

“All the better to feel you with.” Suddenly his hand was squeezing her breast, savaging the soft flesh. It was painful, but Red was still frozen, helplessly allowing him to grope her as he slowly inspected her face with the curiosity one might give to a prized horse.

“What white teeth you have, Grandma,” she said, failing to think of anything else as she stared up at his vicious smile.

“All the better to bite you with.” Her eyes widened as sure enough, he leaned forwards and bit her neck, hard. It was incredibly painful, yet Red still could not fight back, even as his right hand moved down to feel her tight ass. Her heart was pounding, her breath fast, and a thought struck her with the worst fear yet. Was she enjoying this?

His mouth slowly moved down her neck to her collarbone, and then back up to her ear, kissing and mouthing and nipping the porcelain skin as it went. He deftly undid the knot around her clavicle, allowing her cape and hood to float to the floor. Red was quivering, held in tension as she wondered where and when Wolf would bite next. The hand on her butt pulled her slender frame flush against his, and she felt a large, cylindrical shape press against her bared midriff.

“What... what a big cock you have,” she gasped, blinking back tears.

“All the better to fuck you with,” he growled. Suddenly she was spun around and slammed against the wall. She heard the clatter of his belt being undone, and desperately squirmed under his grip, but he had her firmly pinned. His fingers hooked under her jean shorts and pulled them roughly down her legs. Cold air suddenly hit her pussy, and she realised she was wet. Not just wet – soaking wet. The implications of that thought were lost on her, however, as she felt his thick, twitching cock nestling itself into her butt crack, rubbing between her soft cheeks as he grinded against her. Red moaned softly, blinking back tears, as she felt his teeth biting her ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Red,” murmured Wolf, rubbing his tip against her sensitive labia. His hand found her nipple and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from his prey. “You ran away from me. You deserted the Wolf Pack. So you must be punished until you learn your lesson.”

Her cherry-red lips opened wide as she felt his weapon pushing between her labia, and she cried out loud when his full girth entered her. He was big – too big. He was stretching her to the point that it hurt; she couldn’t help the whimpers that left her mouth as he **** himself deeper inch by agonising inch, until he was finally buried to the hilt. Red took choked breaths, trying to comprehend this humongous, throbbing shaft that had split her in two. God, she could kill for some heroin right now. She had no idea something so big could fit inside her – but the horror of who it belonged to persisted in her head.

“God, you’re fucking tight, Red,” the **** lord growled in her ear. “You’re fucking perfect. I’m going to fuck you until you beg for my forgiveness. Until you can’t think of anything but my cock. Until you realise – truly, deeply, realise, that you are, and have always been, mine.”

He slowly pulled out of her, encountering friction as the walls of her vagina clung to his cock, which recoiled once he was gone – only to be ploughed apart as he forcefully speared into her again. Starting slowly, Wolf began to fuck little Red, with long, powerful strokes. She was lifted onto tiptoe every time he bottomed out. Red moaned every time, tears rolling down her pale cheeks, from the pain but also from ashamedness. Ashamedness at how her body and mind were reacting to being treated like this. She felt helpless as her hips began to buck under the grip of his hands, meeting each thrust to get him even deeper, even as she sobbed from the pain and humiliation.

“Who do you belong to, slut?” Wolf demanded, ripping off her crop top, so she was left naked before him.

“You,” whispered Red, **** back the tears.

She first heard the crack, then felt the sting of the slap on her ass. “Speak up, slut.”

“You, I belong to you!” she cried, even as her pussy ached from being mercilessly abused.

“That’s fucking right,” sneered Wolf, placing both hands on her hips. He began to pound into her like a jackhammer, ravaging her tight young pussy. Red moaned again, growing in volume, until she was screaming in wordless pleasure and agony as her mind became overwhelmed. Her breasts bounced with the vibrations that shocked her body, her face and nipples rubbing against the wallpaper, and all she could think of was the huge, powerful cock that had claimed her pussy as its own.

Mike fingered the flowers nervously as he walked down the quiet street. If only he had just told Red how he felt – the moment had been perfect. Since then, he hadn’t been able to get her tight, perfect body out of his head. He steeled himself, as the cottage came into view. He was going to do it. He would tell her that he loved her, even if it sounded crazy, and he would pull her into his arms and kiss her perfect lips and squeeze her perfect butt and taste her perfect tongue and...

He shook himself out of the daydream and tried to focus. It sounded like someone was screaming. No, he realised. Not someone. Red. Crying out at the top of her lungs. He ran through the gate, stopped at the door only to realise it was ajar. Hesitating for a moment, he pushed it open and charged towards her voice.

The flowers dropped to the floor, forgotten, as Mike gaped at the scene in the bedroom. Red was pinned against the wall and being ruthlessly fucked by a tall, well-built man. Both were stark naked, one grunting with fierce determination whilst the other moaned and whimpered and screamed. As Mike watched, paralysed, the pitch of Red’s moans increased, until she quivered in orgasm. That was then the man looked at him, grey eyes scanning the lumberjack with a cool, unconcerned gaze. Then he turned his attention back to Red, throwing the girl’s slender body onto the bed. She weakly tried to get up, but his firm hand on her back easily held her down, as he lined up his cock with her pussy. Mike realised with shock that it was at least as big as his own member, though the man’s was slick with precum and Red’s juices. Even as he met Mike’s gaze, the man slid his shaft into Red’s violated pussy, and the girl let out a low moan. Her eyes frantically wandered the room, until they alighted on her childhood friend.

“Mike,” she gasped between moans, as the man began fucking her. “...Please.”

Hearing her moans, watching her nubile body being used so viciously... it awakened something in Mike. Something primal. Something he had never felt before.