The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  Her eyes widened, locked on the large wooden “horse” as Arsen wrestled it into place broadways before her. It was huge. Black and padded across the flat top beam and down both sets of “legs”; studded everywhere with round metal rings. The animalistic head (the only horse-like thing about it) was carved into a fearsome expression, all wide-eyed and open-mouthed as if it were a real horse, right at the precipice of charging into battle. And yet Goldi was the one who reared, throwing back her head and straining to go the other way. It was a struggle that both Bain and Kaden held her through without any effort at all.

  Kaden unfastened her gag, working it from her mouth and yet, once she’d spat it out, all Goldi could do was stare at that horse, at the rings, at the black leather comfort across the top that would provide no comfort at all once she was upon it. Bent across the back like a cumbersome sack of grain or perhaps long-ways down the whole of the horse’s back, her arms hooked to the front legs, her legs to the back, her ass hanging over the tail where just anything at all could happen to her.

  Her whole body shuddered, though not with anything that could be mistaken for aversion. Not even if she really, really wanted it to be.

  “Well,” Kaden demanded, his throaty growl purring into her ear as he watched her watch the horse. “Any last words?”

  Arsen was circling the horse, coming back out of the cellar shadows with a new kind of gag in his hands, one meant to force her jaws open and lock them apart via a round metal ring that would guard her teeth and prevent her from biting anything they might choose to push deep into her mouth.

  Tearing her eyes from both the horse and Arsen’s gag, she looked at Kaden. “Get bent?”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” He seized hold of her hair, wrenching her head back while Bain dug his fingers into the hinge of her jaws. Though she fought to break free, Arsen worked that monstrous new gag into her mouth with little difficulty.

  “I do so love an unrepentant bad girl,” Bain chuckled, giving her bottom several good swats as between the three of them, they lifted her all the way off the floor and, in spite of all her kicking, thrashing, squealing and—oh great, she couldn’t swallow with this new gag in; this was going to be attractive—drooling, Goldi was heaved over the broad-side of the horse’s back and pinned there. The spreader bar made it easy for them to tie her legs down. Kaden had no difficulty at all removing the clip that kept her wrists manacled so close together, and though she threw herself into another fight to break free, in short order, he had her wrists affixed to separate bondage rings. As if emphasizing how easy it was for him, he whistled while he did it.

  “‘Oo ‘ick ‘uck,” she said, with a jaw that couldn’t move at all around that wide open gag ring.

  “You sick fuck,” Bain cheerfully translated.

  “Yes, thank you,” Kaden told him. “I got that one.”

  He hunkered down before her, seizing her by the hair and the jaw, and forcing her eyes to his. Her greedy pussy twitched, flooding with an ever heightening awareness of him; of Arsen standing at her hip with the barest tips of his fingers tracing from the small of her back, up over the exposed thrust of her buttocks, and down her stinging thighs to trace the growing welts in a touch that was both erotic and agonizing; and of Bain, cupping her eager sex in his huge hand, while his other alternately rubbed and adjusted the prominent show of his own arousal, tenting the front of his trousers.

  His grip on her hair did not weaken; his fingers dug into her lower jaw, firmly keeping her face to his as he calmly, softly asked, “Is the point of this defiance to prove that no matter what we do, we won’t be able to ‘break’ you? Because, little girl, that erroneous type of thinking is about to get you into more trouble than you can handle.”

  “‘Eez a hlow ee-ee ‘ight,” she replied.

  Bain slapped her pussy, but he was laughing. “It’s a slow TV night,” he translated for his brothers.

  Kissing her on the forehead, Kaden let her go. Standing, he went to the wall and exchanged his crop for a strap with a slit up the center, dividing the business length into two narrow halves, and a large metal hook with a sizeable ball on the end instead of a point.

  “‘Ut ah ‘uck eez ‘at?” she garbled through the metal ‘o’ of her gag.

  If Kaden understood the question, he ignored it. He smiled instead, one corner of his lips lifting in the darkest of smirks as he said instead, “Let the games begin.”

  Chapter Four

  Certain things should never be said, especially not when one has been taken captive by three degenerate were-bears in a cellar full of kink equipment and sexual torture toys. For instance:

  “Are you comfortable?” Arsen asked, once she’d been fully secured to the wooden horse.

  Her sarcastic, “Not really,” garbled through the o-ring gag was met by a chorus of chuckles.

  “That’s too bad,” he replied. “Here. Maybe this will help.”

  He clamped twin alligator clips to her nipples, each linked by a length of thin but sturdy chain that he looped around the back of her neck. The chain wasn’t quite long enough. Whenever she lifted her head, the clips bit into her already tender nipples, pulling on them and lifting her heavy breasts by each aching tip. She’d never felt the curse of having larger breasts quite so keenly, but some relief could be gained if she let her head hang. No longer stretching to carry the weight of each full globe, all her nipples did then was throb in the bite of each stern clip.

  “How’s that feel?” Arsen grinned, chucking her lightly under the chin and (perhaps) intentionally making her breasts jiggle.

  “Ow,” she said drily.

  “If you like that, you’re going to love this,” Kaden said a second before she heard the telltale burbling sound of a bottle being deprived of the last of its liquidy content.

  Goldi tried to look around without lifting her head but, standing right at her side as he gathered her long ponytail and began to braid it, Bain was blocking his brother from view. Thing Not To Say #2: “I already have a hairdresser.”

  “Does your hairdresser like anal hooks?” Kaden countered once Bain stopped laughing long enough to translate.

  Nipple clamps be damned, Goldi craned her head until Bain took pity on her enough to step back and finally, she saw Kaden. He was standing near a three-tiered set of bare plank shelves at his Wall of Pain. On the lowest one within Kaden’s easy reach, was an open bottle and his fingers glistened wet, catching the light as he smeared clear gel all over the shiny J-shaped curve of metal in his hands… and the enormous ball that crowned the lower tip.

  “Nope,” Goldi garbled. She forgot about her bonds, the chain around her neck and the alligator clips biting into her nipples. She tried to get up, flailing against the cuffs that bound her wrists to opposing wooden legs and the spreader bar that kept her ankles widely splayed behind her and the tips of her toes barely able to reach the cool stones of the cellar floor. She didn’t gain an inch of freedom. Her struggles succeeded only in making her heavy breasts bounce and the ache in her increasingly tender nipples harder to ignore. Worse though, was the thin line of drool that finally escaped the gaping hole in the gag that kept her jaws apart.

  “Nope is not a safe word,” Bain all but sang as he finished braiding his length of rope in her hair and gave it an experimental tug.

  Goldi winced, then squeaked as he drew her head back, stretching her nipples and forcing them to lift the full weight of breasts she now desperately wished were A-cups. Not relaxing his grip, Bain moved behind her.

  “I think this will work.” His hips settled flush up against her ass. The roughness of his pants was coarse as sandpaper, scrubbing across her ladder of welts. It revived the discomfort, making the heat flare and throb, quicken in symphonic time with the ache in her nipples. The clamps bit harder, the points of each metal tooth sharpening every time she moved. She’d never realized how bouncy her breasts were, but she was aware of it now. When she moved, they bounced; when he touched her, they bounced; and when
they bounced, the pinching bite of the clamps grew more and more impossible to ignore. She couldn’t bear it; she just couldn’t. And yet, her pussy still clenched, still wept, still spilled liquid arousal in drips and drops through the folds of her labia to gather on the floor directly beneath her in a puddle of pure wanting and humiliation.

  “Yeah.” Bain pressed the bulge of his cock full up against her, rolling his hips in simulated fucking motions that were gentle at first, but quickly built in vigor. Twisting her ponytail around his hand, the leash by which he kept her body rocking back onto his thrusts, he dry fucked her—a hard and quick pounding that rocked her whole body and made her breasts positively scream.

  Unable to close her mouth, her cries were everything but quiet. Her nipples… oh, her nipples…

  “Yeah,” Bain repeated, slowing his thrusts back to little more than rocking undulations that pushed, rubbed and bumped directly against her heated core, all of which turned even the slightest touch into an electrified jolt that shot straight to her clit. “This is going to do just fine.”

  Goldi dropped her head as soon as he relinquished his hold on her hair. Her nipples felt bruised, the very tips starting now to tingle, and yet apart from the bite of each toothy clip on the lust-swollen flesh of her areola, they were barely flushed and not discolored at all. And they should have been that at the very least, since the sensation screaming out of both was trying so very hard to convince her they were being cut clean off her body.

  Bain slapped her ass, first one side and then the other, reigniting the hurt in all the aching welts he touched. He circled back to her front, completely blocking Kaden from her sight as he took hold of the base of her ponytail and forced her head up. She was now face to face with the incredible mound of flesh and fabric bulging out the front of his trousers. The shape of his cock was as unmistakable as it was incredible. And mouthwatering, or that might just have been all the drool she couldn’t swallow back.

  Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her whole body both shuddered and thrilled when she felt the hugeness of Bain’s fingers smoothing back over her scalp before finding a comfortable grip in her hair. She thrilled again when Arsen’s fingertips played up her back, following the curve of her spine and caressing her shoulders and ribs before they were joined by the gentle caress of flogger falls, sweeping down the same path but in reverse. And Kaden—she shivered; her body rousing the hottest of all as the slick glide of his fingers moved down between her buttocks to find the puckered rim of the wrong entrance back there. Her pussy was so eager to be filled, it needed no extra lubrication, but that was not where he was inclined to smear the gel before settling the icy ball of that hook flush up against her anus.

  “Well?” he inquired, the tip of one finger testing the determination she was already exerting to keep him out. He countered, applying degrees of gentle pressure until, with a flush of embarrassed vulnerability, Goldi felt her body yield. Her breath abandoned her in a huff that sounded almost like a moan as he buried his finger into her as deep as the knuckle. “Any last words?”

  His finger was in her ass, Arsen’s flogger was caressing her back to either side of her limp braid, and Bain was unfastening his pants, releasing that darkly engorged monster just inches from her face.

  Last words? She stared hungrily at the jutting tip, with its heart-shaped fold of flesh crowning the thick length of muscle, sinew and prominent twisting veins. A bead of salty moisture already welled from the end—his own eagerness to make her helplessly gaping mouth’s acquaintance. She was such a slut; yes, please was the first thought that came to mind. What she said, however, was completely different.

  “And the horse you rode in on,” Bain helpfully translated.

  “Yeah, I got that one too,” Kaden said dryly. His finger abandoned her and the round bud of that startlingly cool ball tucked into that newly vacant place. “She can’t say I didn’t give her plenty of chances.”

  “Oh ‘hit…” Goldi stiffened, every muscle locking reflexively down.

  “Deep breath,” Kaden rumbled, darkly amused, and pushed.

  “Oh ‘hit!” she shouted, or would have had Bain not taken his own cock by the root and fed it straight in through the round hole of the gag and deep into her mouth. He held the back of her head, but she couldn’t have retreated if she tried. Not from the salty, thick invading cock of him and certainly not from the unyielding ball of that hook, penetrating her from behind. She was in altogether the wrong position to evade either of them and Kaden had used more than enough lube that, once past her body’s natural aversion to allow entrance to anything via an exit-only ring of muscle, it sank right in.

  What had only felt cool on the outside felt damned near icy now. She’d have gasped, but breathing was hard enough with Bain filling up the back of her throat, introducing himself to her tonsils and courting her gag reflex. Her eyes watered. His hand on the back of her head kept her steady at just the right level as he sank in deep, deeper, until suddenly she couldn’t breathe. And Arsen had begun to pinch and tweak at the nipple clips, intensifying the pressure to make them bite that much harder. And all the while, Kaden pushed the cold, heavy ball of the hook so far up inside her that the rest of the j-shaped body rested snug right up between her buttocks. He tied it into place with the end of the rope Bain had braided into her hair.

  God, she loved this!

  She gagged as Bain withdrew, but the need to breathe overrode the urge to vomit and the gush of saliva that chased his cock when he pulled out of her. She gasped twice, sucking frantically for air before surging in her bonds to impale herself back on him as he sank his cock deep into her ready mouth. Behind her, Kaden gave the hook an extra tug to make sure his knot would keep the pressure of its invasion tight while her pussy wept with neglect.

  It was too much, yet not enough. Every thrusting movement that Bain made rocked her entire body, making it feel as if she were also being fucked by icy metal from behind. Every involuntary shudder tugged at the clips on her breasts, creating the most amazing confusion of pleasure and burning agony as her nipples took the punishment she had earned.

  Because she was a bad girl and bad girls deserved to have their mouths fucked deep like this. They deserved to have their breasts tormented, their nipples abused… their hair pulled and their asses speared on bulbous hooks so large that the initial pinch of pain as it finally forced its way through the last of her body’s meager resistances, was almost—almost—more than she could—

  THH-WHAP!

  The full force of Arsen’s flogger wrapped Goldi’s ass. It struck so beautifully hard; the broadness of so many falls all fanning out, wrapping and hugging her, the very tips flicking in around her hip and leaving only the mildest sting upon their release to detract from the heady thump of impact. Far more pleasant than painful, if she could have moved, she’d have arched her hips back, lifting her ass in silent pleading for more.

  A half-second later, Kaden’s crop whipped the same place—a thin, stingy stroke that brought with it only pain—and she blew all her air, bellowing her shock and hurt around Bain’s cock.

  “If you’re screaming, you’re not sucking,” Bain told her, pumping deep enough to choke the back of her throat all over again.

  Unlike the flogger, the whip of Kaden’s crop felt as if he’d split her flesh. Her toes lost contact with the floor all over again, but this time because every muscle in every limb was frantically trying to break through her bonds and scramble over the horse and out of his reach.

  Arsen’s flogger caught her again, as hard as before but this time the pleasantness of the impact was overwhelmed by the ferocity of the hurt all those independent falls now seemed content to drive into her, pushing the pain deep under the surface of her already welted bottom until she could feel the burning, smarting pulse chewing through her ass into her core. And all the while Bain was there, holding her hair as he pumped in and out of her mouth. He jostled the nipple clamps, elevating that discomfort to the kind of pain that ro
de alongside the certainty that both were being pinched right off her chest and neither would ever recover from the experience. Ever.

  And the hook…

  Kaden’s crop caught her again, a new fresh hell that lurched her in bonds that creaked with the strain, yet held, reducing her writhing to little more than ineffective humping motions while Bain reduced her yelp to mewling, gasping, moaning and hungrily sucking. She alternated between passive gaping, simply letting herself be the hole that he fucked, and fighting for just enough movement to get her mouth that much more securely on him—sucking, gulping, lapping him with her tongue. She alternated the way his brothers alternated, the whuck of Kaden’s crop driving her to fight for escape while the wrap of Arsen’s heavy flogger coaxed her to relax again. To linger and take a little more.

  Goldi panted, gasping for all the breath she could take before Bain plunged as deep into her mouth as he could reach, burying the head of his cock down the back of her throat, leaving his pubes to tickle her nose and the tight sack of his balls nestled up against her chin, and the thunderous whap of Arsen’s flogger re-ignited the pulsing heat in Kaden’s ladder of welts, stoking the wounded pain so damned hot that all she could feel was the burning of her punished flesh. The burning spreading across her clenching ass cheeks as she braced for the whip of Kaden’s crop. The burning licking up into her belly, tickling in steamy drops of sweat down the slope of her back, spilling into the crack of her ass and sliding along the folds of her sex until she honestly couldn’t tell if it was sweat or lust dribbling down the inside of her splayed thighs.