Thanks, moon, I thought. Thanks a lot!
I tried to listen, smell, straining to figure out if I was maybe near the ocean. Could I be in the Santa Monica Mountains?
I swallowed, afraid to make a move, like I might alert my captor, who surely was out there, watching. Was this some part of a sick game? I’d seen a few movies where people were dropped in the wilderness as human prey. Could that be what was going on?
With a sick feeling, I remembered the feather guy. But he was in the hospital, right?
I sucked in more huge breaths, trying to wake myself up, thinking I should focus on finding a weapon.
It was then I noticed my clothes. I’d been dressed in some sort of a skimpy, tattered little dress, like a figure skater might wear if she were playing an impoverished waif or something. Maybe skating to the theme song of Les Miserables, or Peter Pan. The skirt had jagged panels of fabric, and I had no panties on. And pointy cloth moccasins.
Well, there was one clue about who had done this. It was somebody who hated good fashion!
And then I took another look at the outfit. Because it looked strangely familiar—like what the elf girl in the forest wears in the woodsman cartoon porn.
Was it my guys behind this? I couldn’t be sure. I kept coming back to the smell of my abductor.
The smell had been all wrong. And the way he touched me. And drugged me. Did my abductor know my cartoon porn habit?
Somewhere in the distance behind me, a stick snapped. Then there was a crunch. A footstep.
Adrenaline shot through me and on instinct, I took off running—no easy thing in the thin moccasins.
More footsteps sounded behind me—crunch, crunch, crunch. The footsteps increased, both in volume and number. Suddenly a dark, hooded figure stepped into my path.
I screamed and turned, heading back the other way, only to run smack into the very solid chest of another hooded man.
“Zeus?” I said. He felt like Zeus.
Hands grabbed me from behind and a sack was thrown over my head. It was scratchy, like burlap.
“You guys?” I cried out. “Come on,” I pleaded.
Surely it was them, cleverly fooling me.
“You have to tell me if it’s you or else it’s not fun!”
I was carried a ways and laid onto a strange, rough wooden platform. I tried to wriggle and kick away. A third man had joined the first two, or at least it seemed like a third one was there. He was trying to lock my kicking feet into cuffs.
“Come on,” I said. “I know it’s you.” Or, I was pretty sure.
A pair of hands stood me upright on the wooden platform; another pair of hands locked each of my ankles into a wide stance, via a spreader bar, it seemed.
No way could I run with that thing on. I flailed wildly; at one point, my knee connected. Somebody grunted, gripping my ankle harder and forcing it into place, until I was locked onto this strange platform.
“Odin?”
More hands lifted my hands up so that they were level with my ears. Something smooth and wooden grazed the front of my neck and the front of my wrists, like my neck and my wrists were being eased into semi-circles that had been cut into wood.
“I know it’s you,” I said hopefully through the hot burlap.
Something grazed the back of my neck and the backs of my wrists. And then there was a click.
It was as if two sets of semi-circles had fitted together, trapping my neck in a large circle and my wrists in smaller circles. This board thing forced me to stand upright in a kind of goalpost position, spread-legged. My chin rested on the smooth, wooden edge of the hole.
The elf-girl in the forest was often put in configurations like this by the evil woodsmen.
I yanked and squirmed to no avail. I moved my hands around; something else clicked and my palms came into contact with two knobs I could grip onto. My hands closed instinctively around them. “Come on!”
No answer, aside from the rustling of leaves. I stood there, trembling, blinded by the bag on my head. I used the knobs to pull up my weight and kick out my feet, spreader bar and all. I came into contact with nothing but air.
Large, rough hands caressed my hips, and I jerked. They went away and then came back again. There was something familiar about the touch.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, still woozy.
A voice. “Shh.”
The bag was whisked off my head—finally—and I gulped in the cool air. A large, hooded figure stood in front of me, shrouded in shadows aside from where the moonlight hit one of his big, black boots, which was scuffed up in a rather familiar way...
“Jesus!” I said. “Zeus!”
No answer. A hand brushed my hair from my eyes.
“You guys?”
“Shh.”
“Come on, say something!”
The figure before me stepped closer, into a shaft of moonlight; I could see now that he wore a green hat, green tunic, green tights, and boots. I’d recognize his big body anywhere. Zeus.
“Oh my God!” I said, slightly pissed off. “Zeus! You scared me!”
“I don’t know who Zeus is, elf,” Zeus growled from under the dark hood.
I jerked my arms downward, trying to free myself. “Let me out of this.”
A hand slid around and touched my breast through the little dress. “This can go easy or this can go hard, elf-girl.” Thor.
“You scared me!” I said, heart pounding. I didn’t know whether to be angry or what. They were re-enacting my favorite cartoon porn storyline. But seriously, they’d gone pretty far, abducting me like that. Though, to be fair, it’s similar to what happens in the cartoon. Except she was gathering flowers in the forest at the time. And they don’t drug her.
Odin, also in a hood and tights, came up beside me and grabbed my hair. If I hadn’t known it was him, I’d have certainly known by the way he grabbed my hair. “We can ravish you easy or hard,” he said. “Your choice.”
“What?” I asked stupidly.
“It’s a real question, elf.”
My heart pounded in my chest. My bank robbers wearing tights. For me. “You’re all in tights,” I said.
It was sweet. I was into costumes, but they typically weren’t. And here they were in tights! And they’d created this platform, which had clearly been modeled on one of my favorite dirty cartoon porn scenarios. Had they built it themselves?
The more I thought about it, the more I hoped so. Because how exactly would they have explained the device to whatever carpenter they’d hired?
Zeus disappeared from my view.
“Easy or hard, answer the question,” Odin said from under the dark hood. I couldn’t see their faces. It was wild and hot, and I found myself trembling like crazy, a mixture of leftover fear, but also excitement.
“You think I’m putty in your hands now? You think I’ll just do what you want, now?”
By way of answer, Odin’s hand tightened in my hair. The woodsmen ravished her hard in the scenarios I favored.
“I won’t answer your stupid questions,” I said.
I could feel Zeus watching me from under his hood, and I heard Thor rustling around back there. I felt my nipples tighten under the wimpy fabric.
“Hard, then,” Odin said.
I gripped the smooth knobs. My blood raced.
A finger lifted my skirt from behind and tucked it up into the bodice of my outfit. I could feel the cool night breeze on my bare ass. One finger trailed down my tender ass skin, tracing a lazy design of some sort. It was like my entire soul focused on that finger, what it would do next, where it would travel.
A delicious warmth spread through my nether-regions as I yearned for the finger to travel further southward and inward.
Odin let go of my hair.
It was here I realized I was panting.
Crunching footsteps sounded as Zeus approached. Even when he was near, I couldn’t see his face from under the hood. They’d positioned me so that the moon would be behind them when they
stood in front of me. Unlike me, my hunky bank robbers knew exactly where the moon would be when.
Zeus said, “We’re going to have some fun with you unless you tell us to stop, and I think you know what that means.”
Mississippi, he meant.
He touched something to my belly through the fabric. Because of the way my head was trapped, I couldn’t tip my head to look down and see what it was, which made it all the more exciting in a scary way.
I thought it might be a stick until he brought it up near my face and touched my cheek with it.
A riding crop.
My eyes widened.
“Do you? Do you know what it means?” he persisted.
They’d never used one of those before. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Good.” He walked back to where he’d originally stood and set the crop against a tree. Then he lifted his tunic, just enough for me to see his huge package barely contained within the stretchy green fabric. It was all wrong in a way that turned me on like crazy.
“Get the elf ready for me,” he said. An actual line from one of the cartoons.
“Oh my God,” I panted as one of my guys pressed against me from behind, sending waves of feeling through me. I felt a hand snake around my hip, and fingers gently parted my hot folds, delving in, caressing my clit. I closed my eyes, melting with desire. The finger moved and stroked through the hot slickness between my legs…slowly—cruelly slowly. I tried to move against it, to create some pressure, but my guys could be a little evil. My legs strained to come together, but the spreader bar prevented it. Thor—it had to be him—was driving me a little crazy.
Another hand reached around and brushed my nipple.
“She’s ready,” Thor said.
Zeus reached up as if he might be about to remove his hood.
“Stop! Keep the hood on,” I gasped.
Zeus stilled his hands. Grunted.
“You think pretty elves walking around in forests get a say in that kind of thing?” Odin asked.
“No,” I breathed as rough hands parted my butt cheeks. And the hood stayed on.
“Important that you know that, elf,” Odin said.
I gasped as his finger gently spread lube over the pucker of my asshole. I closed my eyes, feeling everything acutely, as though my asshole had grown extra nerve endings, and whoever it was back there was exploring each and every one of them, roaming over all the little folds and the tiniest creases. I imagined him pressing inward. I craved that he would, but he just kept circling, teasing.
I opened my eyes to come face to face with Zeus’s dark hood. It sent a zing of heat into my belly.
The finger pushed in just a tiny bit behind me, then out.
In the cartoon, the elf girl begs and cries for them to stop while they touch her and fuck her. I didn’t want Thor to stop, but I wondered what it would be like, to fully playact it.
A part of me wanted to fully playact it. The begging. The distress. But if I cried, they might stop.
Zeus cast aside the crop and brought his hands to his crotch, and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a hole in the tights. With sure, strong movements, he freed his cock, huge and thick and pale, jutting out from the smooth green fabric. “Strip her,” he commanded.
Rough hands behind me ripped off my waifish little dress, destroying it, no doubt. It was in the zone I couldn’t see.
The fabric fell away, and I was naked, trapped there. And the hoods seemed even more psycho now in a way that totally turned me on.
Zeus came to me then, head on. Hands behind me grabbed underneath my ass, supporting me as Zeus lifted my spread legs up so that his jutting exposed cock was positioned right against my hot, wet sex.
“Oh,” I said. He was Zeus, but also this hooded woodsman, about to plunder the elf girl.
“Feel it,” Odin whispered into my ear as Zeus pressed the fat tip of his cock partly into me, easing it in by increments.
I breathed, feeling it.
“You’re not struggling enough,” Odin added. “It seems to me that elves who are ravished in forests should be a little more upset.”
“What?” I asked.
“It seems to me,” Odin said, speaking slowly this time, “that if you don’t seem distressed enough, we’ll distress you.”
In the perfect choreography that was my bank robbers, the finger at my ass was gone, replaced by a hard slap.
“Ow!” I cried, more from the surprise.
“Beg us to stop,” Odin said, grabbing my hair.
Zeus withdrew, still hanging onto my thighs. His cock bobbed against my sex.
I looked into Odin’s faceless hood. In a low voice, he said, “Act distressed like the elf in the cartoon, or I’ll whip you until you really are distressed. She’s distressed when the fucking starts.”
How many times had they watched that thing?
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be that elf girl,” Zeus said.
“Do you want to be that elf girl?” Odin asked.
“Yes, let me be her,” I gasped. “I want to be like her.”
“Then be like her,” Zeus growled, getting with the program now.
Just then something large, hard, and cool breached my asshole, and it was so much feeling—too much goodness. I let out a little whimper. “Don’t, please,” I begged.
Zeus pulled my thighs wider as Thor kept forcing the thing in, penetrating me, invading me. “Please, no,” I gasped, even though I totally meant the opposite.
With one hand Zeus set the smooth, hot tip of his cock into me; with a massive thrust, he pushed in, filling me.
I let out a cry.
“Be like her,“ he growled as he started banging into me, hands gripping the backs of my thighs, supporting my weight and holding my knees apart. My ankles were still separated with the spreader bar, which he hit with his knees with every thrust, forcing my ankles back, over and over.
“Stop!” I cried. “It hurts!”
My cries made him thrust all the harder. I couldn’t believe the thrilling intensity of it, saying no and begging, and him still fucking me.
Odin said, “Any elf we find in the forest, we get to do whatever we fucking-g want to you.”
“No,” I cried, “please!”
Still Zeus fucked me. It was as if I’d entered the elf girl’s world of magic and forbidden urges.
Thor had shoved the smooth thing all the way into my asshole now. He simply left it there, which made the fucking extra intense.
“Cry, now,” Odin growled.
His command sparkled darkly through my core, and I whimpered and cried best I could, but it felt fake.
My belly went lopsided as Odin strolled over to the tree to take up the riding crop.
“Take the bar off her feet, Thor,” he said.
“No!” I cried, kind of meaning it. Because, why the bar off now? What did he have in mind? The woodsmen did all sorts of fucked up things to the elf girl.
Zeus stopped thrusting and stilled inside me as unseen hands worked at my ankles, undoing the cuffs.
“Don’t hurt me,” I panted as a dark-hooded Odin walked around and came up behind me, touching the end of the riding crop to my cheek, caressing me gently. “Do you want the bag over your head again?”
“No,” I said.
The bar fell with a clank. My ankles felt lighter.
He took the crop from my cheek and disappeared behind me.
Trees rustled above, and I became acutely aware of the breeze on my naked ass and Zeus’s fingers curling into the underside of my thighs. He was still hard inside me, but he didn’t move. I waited, heart pounding.
A whistle. A whap. A sting. “Ow!” I jerked in surprise at the bite of pain on my ass cheek, shocked at how much it hurt.
I squeezed my pussy around Zeus’s hard cock. He groaned and tightened his grip on my thighs.
Odin said, “If you don’t cry like an elf girl should, you’ll get the bag back over your head.”
I whimpered. I didn’t wan
t that—seeing them hooded was part of the dream.
“Thor is going to pull that thing out of your ass now and shove his giant cock in there no matter how much you beg him not to,” Odin said. “And then Zeus is going to fuck you. Do you think both of their giant cocks will fit in your tiny elf holes?”
“No,” I breathed.
Odin put his face to my cheek and grabbed my hair again—hard. “They’ll make them fit.” He let go and disappeared once more. Thor took the thing out of my ass. I felt the cool air again. I gripped tighter to the knobby things above my wrist holes, bracing myself.
Another whistle sounded through the air, followed by a sharp crack. Pain exploded over my ass—one, two, three cruel whips of the crop.
“Ow!” I screamed, a little angry at the intensity. “God, you don’t have to—”
“Shut up, elf!” Odin hit me twice more—weirdly hard stings.
I began to cry for real now. It was as if the unexpected pain opened up a floodgate to my emotions, my libido.
Zeus pulled his cock out of me, but he kept hold of my legs, keeping them bent open for Thor, behind me.
“When we saw you in the forest like that, we had to capture you,” Odin said. “To use you exactly like this.”
Thor positioned his cock at the entrance to my asshole.
“Not that! Let me go!” I sobbed.
Odin stroked my hair softly. “Sorry, elf girl. This is how the woodsmen must take their pleasure from you.”
I wept, drugged with a crazy, ecstatic feeling as Thor’s hard head pushed into my asshole, filling me. He felt so huge going in. We’d done this before, but the elf thing made me feel it all like a virgin.
“Breathe, elf,” Odin whispered. “Let the woodsmen take their pleasure.”
I cried out as Thor thrust into my ass.
“You like that?” Odin asked.
“It’s too big!”
“Relax and it’ll be over, elf girl.” Odin said. Odin slid the tip of the crop along the underside of my breast—a threat that prompted more warm tears to stream down my cheeks. I felt crazily primal.
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