The Beast's Virgin Offering (The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction)

by Bree Bellucci

  As he finished the words he wrapped his fingers around her throat and he held her with a strength that made Cassey feel he could snap her neck like a toothpick with just a slight flex of his wrist. She felt compelled to be remain perfectly still. Tears fell from her eyes for the first time. He was not affected by this and continued to move in closer to her. She could smell a familiar aroma;, she knew that this was the scent she’d noticed on the plane, on her panties and the one he spoke of in the cryptic note that she received from him.

  It was Michael, but she did not have the same excitement that she’d once felt. She was now filled with fear. Complete, utter, debilitating, unadulterated fear. She also realized with embarrassment that she had lost complete control of her body and was urinating on herself. The warm yellow liquid running down her legs and onto the ground announcing to the world and to this being that she was no longer in control of any part of her body. He had her and she both of them knew it.

  Michael pulled his face closer to her while continuing the hold around her neck, and began to sniff her body. He moved around her neck, down her shoulders and to her breasts. She could hear him sniffing the way an animal will check out another animal for its scent. Then without warning he took his very hot and thick tongue and lapped across her breast in a wide sweeping motion, stopping to bite her nipple. It was a long, hard painful bite, not the passionate nibbles she read about in romance novels.

  She screamed out in pain but then she moaned loudly in pleasure and felt her arms reach out for him. thoughThough she wanted to fight him her nails instead found his flesh and dug in to hold tight so that she would not allow herselfbe tempted to pull away but rather to pull into his advances. He guided her by his grasp on her throat and pushed her back until she lay on the floor of the cave looking up at him. He seemed to tower over her. She could not take her eyes off of him even when he bit her again on her other breast.

  She screamed again but pushed her breast hard into his bite trying to meet him and not tear herself away. He began to run his hands over her body, reaching underneath her and grasping her ass with a force that made her body rise up from the ground and push itself to him. He finally removed his hand from her throat and with great force he spread her legs wide apart, exposing her sopping wet pussy, swollen labia that was were now purple from the blood that had filled the lower extremities of her body, and a clit that was so hard and erect that the slightest breath over it sent shivers and waves of uncontrollable orgasm through her body. Michael was forcefully commanding her body.

  Michael lowered his head between her legs. The mixed odors of her urine and her feminine arousal wereShe was sweeter than he had imagined she would be. He was going to enjoy this seduction more than most. There was something special about this woman. He knew he had her, but yet he knew that she was stronger and more independent than most. He would have her body now though; it he wasn’t up for pleasant little seductions anymore - she would be his with or without her cooperation on this night.

  He felt that it would be the latter but it would be the latter under accompanied by great fear and reservations. He shoved his face into her pussy and without any preparation or warning for her he bit down hard on her swollen labia and then licked it with care to soothe it before biting it hard again. She screamed loudly and arched her back upwards driving his stiff tongue deep into her. She pushed in up again, feeling the hot, rigid flesh moving around inside a part of her bodyher vagina deeper than anything that had ever been inside of her before.

  Tears were now streaming from her eyes and burning her cheeks as they rolled down her face and neck. She could not stop wanting him to do more and yet at the same time she wanted to suddenly wake up safe and sound in her bed, finding this to have been one of those erotic dreams that she loved so much.

  Looking into his eyes she only felt control;, not love or desire, just control. She now felt became aware of her grip still holding his body, with her nails dug deeply into his skin. He pulled his face from between her splayed thighs and began to push his fingers deep into her pussy, while he massaged her clit with his thumb. She felt an urge that she didn’t recognize and with no warning her body released a gush of hot liquid that covered his hands. He held the wet hand up and looked at the sparkling liquid running down his wrist.

  For the first time since Cassey met Michael he looked pleased with her. He climbed over top of her, placed his hand over her mouth and pushed two of the fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste the liquid that soaked them. Cassey was surprised at the sweetness of the nectar that her body had given up so easily to him. It fueled the fire within her and made her need for him stronger. She dug her nails in harder into his back, now begging him for more. She had such a conflict within her:. Her body begged for more, but her brain pleaded for mercy. She seemed to be at the heights of ecstasy and in the complete and total grip of horror at the same time.

  Michael pushed her knees as wide apart as he could and moved his body in between them. Though Cassey was still a virgin, she could never remember seeing a man’s cock so big or so hard before, even on the internet. She knew what was about to happen and she could tell that this was going to be painful beyond anything that her brain would allow her to imagine. She drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for the worst.

  She felt the giant head of his cock gently penetrate her and then without warning a thrust that sent unspeakable pain shooting through her body with a force that made her scream in agony that could be heard echoing throughout the Black Forest in its entirety. The last thing she remembered, just before she lost consciousness, was the torso of a man above her and the face of a beast:. A giant wolf head with fangs as long as knife blades, red eyes like gemstones, bristled hair around the neck, and a hot, sticky, yellow saliva that dripped onto her body, each drop burning her like boiling lavahot candle wax.

  ***

  When Cassey opened her eyes she felt extremely groggy. She blinked a few times and realized the sun was shining in through the window and she was in her bed at the hotel. She started to sit up and before she had her head completely off the pillow rested it back again. Her body ached all over. She rested for a minute and then pulled the duvet back to explore the problem. When the covers were removed and her naked body exposed, she gasped at the sight before her.

  She had deep purple bruises covering her from her chest to her knees. She couldn’t see very well from the angle at which she was recliningat, but it appeared that she had puncture wounds close to her nipples and her areolas were swollen to twice their normal size. She slowly pushed up on her elbows and began to twist her body to the side of the bed when she noticed that from her vaginal mound to her knees she had stream after stream of deep dark, dried blood stains. The sheet was also caked with dried blood.

  At this precise moment she had a flash of every detail of the early morning encounter rush through her brain and she knew it was no dream. She was no longer a virgin and she didn’t know who or what had taken that from her. He seemed part man and part beast, but that was impossible. It must be impossible! Those things were only done happened in legends, not in the real world that in which she lived in.…or could she say, had lived in?

  She managed to pull herself from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. She had planned on a hot shower and then maybe even a soak in a very hot bubble bath following that. She knew she had to eat soon but thought after cleaning up she might just fall back into bed to nurse her weary body with rest. These plans changed the minute she walked into the lavatory. On the marble counter top by the sink was a small vial of liquid with a note.

  “Put this elixir into your bath water and soak in it until the water is cool. Come to the forest after midnight and return the vial to me.

  Michael”

  Once again Cassey found that things events beyond her control or understanding seemed to be taking overrobbing her of the ability to make rational choices or to reason withsummon her own sense of right and wrong, reality and
fantasy. She turned the water on and watched it fill the tub. Tthen, as if in a trance, she poured the contents of the vial into the water and carefully slipped into the tub immersing her body in the specially prepared bath. She closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could and let her body soak.

  She rested there until the water felt cool. She began to pull herself to her feet when she noticed that her strength had returned and she felt vibrant again, if not more so than she had before. She was overwhelmed with awe when she noticed that every bruise and puncture to her battered body that had been evident before the bath was all gone. She felt no pain or aching. It was just like magic. Once again Cassey knew without a doubt that she had entered into a realm of something experience that was beyond her explanation or understanding, inhabited by forces greater than she washer. and Sshe wasn’t sure there was a way out and if there was one she didn’t know if she wanted out.

  Cassey dressed and put the vial in her pocket and then headed out of the hotel to find food. She was famished. As she left the hotel she decided to find the closest café and eat everything they had in the kitchen. When she rounded the corner of the hotel and expected to see the pathway to the forest, on which she had found herself on in the wee hours of this same day, she stopped short and blinked hard. There was no path, no welcoming trail. It was like as though someone had painted it there earlier and then came along behind themselves and erased obliterated it with a giant eraser.

  She turned in every direction to be sure she was in the right place. She was; there was no doubt she was in the right place but there definitely was no path. She wondered what she would should do now;, her instructions were clear: that she should return to the path after midnight tonight. How could she if there was no path to return to?. She would deal with that later; right now she needed to eat.

  After Cassey finished her afternoon lunch and early dinner at the café she wandered around the village and drifted in and out of shops drinking in all of the intrigue of being in a new place. A place so far from home and so different from her normal surroundings. She had a few conversations along the way trying to communicate with people who spoke some English and understood novice German.

  Usually those conversations ended with a nod and a smile. As it began to get dark, Cassey again felt the jet lag latch leech onto out her energy and she returned to the hotel for a nap. She wanted to wake in the night and follow the instructions she had been given. It was a mystery to her now, but she wanted once again to retrace her steps and see if the path would still be missing. She might not find Michael again but she would at least have followed his instructions and for some reasons she certainly didn’t understand comprehend, that seemed to be very important to her.

  When the alarm rang, Cassey’s eyes blinked open and she was instantly wide awake. She quickly dressed quickly, and putdonned her running shoes on, made sure the vial was in her pocket, left her room and locked the door behind her. She hurried to the lift and pushed the lobby button. When the lift landed athad descended to the lobby she walked out of the cage, quickly looked around and then made her way out of the front entrance. Her pace was so fast that she was just a little winded when she turned the corner at the end of the hotel building. To her amazement and her relief there was the entrance to the forest with the path right in front of her, just as it had been the night before. She glanced at her watch and it was 12:05 AM. She was right on schedule.

  Unlike the previous day, when Cassie entered the forest she did not feel the need to be cautious on a new trail. She began her run with a confidence that surprised even her. She felt the cool damp air of the forest fill her lungs and it seemed to invigorate her, sending her faster and deeper into the heavily wooded territory that had become strangely familiar.

  The faster she ran the more she felt consumed by an intense physical need to find Michael. She did not feel or think of anything emotional when she thought of him. She just knew that her body needed his body close to her…yes, very close. To enable her lungs to draw breath, her heart to beat, and her loins to gather pleasure in a way that would sustain her being, her very existence.

  She lost all track of how deeply she had run into the woods. When the needs became stronger within her body, she began to shed clothing as she ran. She would make brief stops, long enough to pull the sweatpants and sweatshirt from her body, then her panties, bra, and her socks and shoes. With each stop she felt even more compelled to run harder and faster. Soon she was running on her bare feet with twigs and pebbles stabbing into her soles. Paradoxically, even the fierce pain of the torture to her feet only made her desire to find Michael and feel him on her and in her that much stronger.

  She began to call for him, quietly at first. Almost a whisper.

  "Michael, where are you?" She would squeeze out of her winded lungs.

  Then with more determination and will she yelled loudly for him.

  Finally, Cassie stopped in the middle of the path, bent forward to rest her hands on her knees for a moment, gathered her strength, pulled in all the breath she could squeeze into her lungs and raised her head to face the treetops. With a volume that seemed superhuman she screamed a deafening plea at the sky; "M I C H A E L! I'M HERE! WHERE ARE YOU?"

  She waited in the silence for a sign but nothing came. She slowly turned to walk out of the forest, feeling defeated, when she sensed something approaching her from behind. Before she could spin around to see if it was him she felt a shove and found herself landing on all fours on the forest floor with a thud.

  Cassie was trying to regain her balance and turn around when she felt two enormous hands grab her waist and what felt like a knee being shoved between her thighs, driving her legs across the rough terrain of the forest floor, and spreading her legs unnaturally far apart. With no warning, the entity that had her pinned in this position rammed his huge, hard male appendage into her vaginal slit and began to fuck her viciously. She felt the hot waxy drips of its saliva on her buttocks and could hear the animal-like groans that seemed to fill the forest air. In unconscious reaction, she began to push her ass back into the penetrating thrusts. She suddenly knew that she had found him. Michael was with her and all she wanted was more of him.

  As her ass pushed back into his body she was aware of his enormous testicles swinging and slapping into her clit each time he thrust his cock deeper into her body. It seemed to Cassey that she should be feeling pain, a great deal of pain, but there was none…there was only the most sublime sense of fulfillment!

  Her thoughts shifted to his face and she longed desperately to look into his eyes, but he was riding her like a well-trained pony and she had no strength to try to turn and look him in the face. She lowered her head submissively, raised her rump high, and pushed into his thrusts allowing his cock to ram deeply over and over into her slick, wet, inviting cunt. When he finally reached the height of his attack on her swollen and tender internal flesh, he rammed his cock so deep in her that she lost her balance and fell to her elbows, flinching as he emitted a blood curdling howl that shook the branches of the trees and brought boulders down from the mountainside.

  With that howl Cassie felt something deep inside of her awaken, reaching up out of her innermost being even more than it had during her previous meeting with Michael. She felt him pull his huge cock from her stretched vaginal flesh and waited for him to say or do something to instruct her what he wanted from her next. There was nothing. Just as quickly as Michael had come to her in the forest on this night and taken her for the second time, he had now vanished once again. She felt strangely at peace with this and collapsed onto the ground in a heap for some time to regain her strength before the long silent journey out of the primeval wilderness that had become so familiar to her.

  ***

  When Cassey awoke the next morning she searched the room for a note or a sign that Michael had come to her in the night but she couldn't find any evidence of this. She was left feeling sad and empty. No instructions for a future visit; no mysterious note saying somet
hing provocative about the previous night; nothing. Then it crossed her mind that while running she had shed her jacket, forgetting all about the vial she was to return to him.

  She took the jacket from the back of the chair and felt in the pocket. Relieved to find it, she pulled it from the pocket and smiled as she realized it had been refilled. It wasn't as wonderful as a note would have been, but it was something. He cared! While the pain from Michael’s attack on her body did not seem to be as noticeable on this morning as it had been the last, her body was still battered, bruised and torn from the events of the night before and she welcomed the new supply of the healing elixir.

  ***

  For the next seven days Cassie made a nightly vigil of running along the mysterious path. She called repeatedly for Michael and begged him to come to her. But he never did. She at times needed to feel his touch on and in her body so badly that she would strip in the forest and find a soft mossy grove, where she could feel as close to him as possible and then she would bring herself to exquisite pleasure over and over, fueled by the sound of her own voice crying out for him.

  Her moans seemed to fill the entire forest, like that of a female animal longing for her companion or her cubs when they were injured or missing. The sounds she emitted seemed comforting and familiar to her but were also sounds that she thought were unnatural for her to make. Nevertheless, however pleading or desperate these moans were for over a week, they never brought Michael to her side.

  The night before Cassey was to leave for the long flight back to the United States she planned one last trip on the magical path that was now so familiar to her. She would find some way to say goodbye to the phantom man-beast that had taken her twice so many days ago. She still had not figured out how she was to deal with this insatiable hunger for him that her body had developed.

  But she would have to adapt. There would be no primeval forest at home for her to slip away to every night for relief. She would have to find some way to put him and this entire experience in the past and learn to live in the reality that what happened to her was supernatural at best and some sort of horrible and sweet psychosis at worst. Whatever she had to do to retain her sanity and continue with her life, she was prepared to do, but not without great inner turmoil and sadness.