Little Red
Introduction:
The true story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
Her juices at that time of month were thick and white. One clawed finger dipped into her, lifted the sweet, honey-scented sap to his nose. He licked it off.
Her lips were trembling. ‘Please,’ the girl said brokenly. ‘Please don’t – ’
The Wolf laughed at her. ‘Little Red, Little Red,’ he said, mockingly rueful, shaking his head. ‘You should have listened to your mother.’ At that, her eyes widened.
‘How did you – ?’
He silenced her with one filthy, ragged claw that dragged over her cheek. Blood welled up, slick and red, and his tongue lolled out of his panting, grinning mouth. Red whimpered.
‘You heard the stories, didn’t you? Heard the warnings? Don’t go into the woods, my children – the Big Bad Wolf will gobble you up.’ He threw back his head and laughed, short, harsh barks that rent the chill ambience of the clearing.
‘My grandmother is ill, she needs the medicine my mother makes,’ Red gabbled. The Wolf shrugged. He said, ‘What care I for your grandmother?’ and licked his lips. ‘It’s a long time since such a young, tender one as you has wandered into my lands.’
‘Please, please, just let me go, I promise I will never come back, please just don’t – ’
‘Oh, shut up,’ the Wolf said, and slapped her across the face with one dextrous, long-fingered paw. The blow rendered her silent, and caused fresh tears to spring to her eyes.
The Big Bad Wolf towered above her. His body was distinctly man-like, with a wide torso and powerful legs and arms. His paws were even less wolfish than the rest of him, and he could stand easily on two legs, as he did now, rearing up over her. His thick cock had been slowly emerging from its furry sheath all the while he mocked and tortured her, and now it stood at attention, all nine inches fully erect, with a thick bead of clear pre-cum rolling down from the tip.
Red lay before him on the ground, her long red cloak splayed out behind her, stained with mud and grass. Her tunic was much the same: sullied and ripped, covered in long slashes from the wolf’s claws that exposed her small round breasts. Already the shift had been pushed up over her hips, exposing her mound: milk-pale skin, with a light dusting of hairs, and uniformly pink lips that pushed out of her slit like a budding flower.
The Wolf dragged one claw heavily down the front of Red’s tunic, from neck to groin. Then lazily he swiped at it, clawing until the cloth fell away in shreds and left deep cuts and angry welts covering Red’s small body. She cried out in pain and tried to twist away. The Wolf grinned. He bent down and cupped her breasts in his large hands, contemplating them. He flicked at her rosy nipples until they became hard and crinkly, then sucked on each of them. Blood from Red’s claw-mark cuts entered his mouth, and a rumble of pleasure escaped his throat. He kneaded her breasts roughly, and again she cried out in pain.
The Wolf took a handful of Red’s dark hair and pulled her head up, eliciting a scream from the girl. With the other hand he caught up her red cloak and wound it about her throat, tightening it cruelly. He bent down to her, eye to eye, and with his long tongue he licked her face, pulling the cloak at the same time so that Red choked and gasped.
He moved his way down, drooling over her breasts, licking the blood from her cuts and nipping her soft nipples until they hardened and strained upwards into his mouth. His tongue swirled over her body, over the soft, yielding skin of her belly and hips and navel, all the time with one hand holding taut the cloak around her neck. The Wolf passed her cunt and licked his way down her thighs, tickled the sensitive insides of her knees and insteps, and sucked on each of her toes.
Red had begun to arch her back. At first it was to try and slip the taut cloak that choked her a little looser, but soon it became a more instinctual reaction, when she lost all thought of what her situation truly was – namely, she was being raped by the Big Bad Wolf – and gave in to the arousal and awakening of her young flesh. Every time he bit her, or choked her, though, she remembered what was happening and fell stiff and silent, squirming with shame.
The Wolf’s fur brushed her legs as he worked his way back up to the girl’s glistening sex. He forced her legs apart, which Red feebly tried to resist, and stared down indifferently at her virgin cunt. Her slender inner lips had spread apart now, and were bright with diamond drops of her sex juices, the same of which pooled at the base of her womanhood’s entrance. Her little clitoris was partially engorged, and the head of it peeped shyly out of its hood. Around it all, her plump outer lips wore a fine coat of soft, downy blonde hair. The wolf licked his lips.
He let go of the cloak, and blood came rushing and pounding back into Red’s head – almost at the same time, the Wolf spread her cunt wide with two fingers of one hand, and his long, dripping tongue scraped over her from ass to clit. Red screamed in combined pleasure and pain, her back arching with the effect of both. Heedlessly the Wolf buried his face in her cunt, his tongue lapping at her eagerly, until drool, sex fluids, Red’s own ejaculate and blood from her sluggishly leaking cuts were dripping down his muzzle and the junction of her thighs.
He pushed his tongue inside her and laughed when she moaned. Her hymen barred his way in further, but there was a small hole in it, and this he worried at with his tongue for a while – letting the nectar that flowed out of it roll down into his throat. Slowly he withdrew his tongue, laughing again when she moved with him as if trying to keep it inside her. Sex juice and his own saliva ran down the cleft of her ass. He followed the trail of fluid with his tongue. Red stiffened momentarily when the Wolf’s tongue touched her small, pink pucker, but as his ministrations continued she settled back into her moaning, heaving and back-arching pleasure.
When the Wolf stopped, and raised himself to look at her, Red was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her cheeks were pink and her small mouth, hanging open slightly, had darkened to a deep red, the colour of the inside of her cunt. Her eyes were glazed and half-closed in pleasure. Without warning the Wolf drove a finger into her. Red’s eyes popped open and a dazed shriek left her mouth as the claw collided with her hymen. Laughing wickedly, he pulled his finger out and licked it clean. ‘Now that I’ve eaten you all up,’ he said, ‘you can eat me.’
Swiftly and easily he moved so he was crouching over her face. With one hand he took his enormous cock and pressed it to her cheek. Red, whose eyes were wide with horror knowing she could not possibly fit that thing into her mouth, turned her head away. The Wolf slapped her face, dragged her head around and forced himself into her mouth.
The warm, rubbery cock slid between her lips and immediately a spurt of pre-cum shot into the back of her throat. Red almost gagged. She laid there, her jaw stretched to the limit, not knowing what to do. The Wolf rocked on his haunches surprisingly gently, his cock sliding further down her throat and back out, in and out, in and out. He groaned and threw his head back.
‘Good, good,’ he panted. Just as the thought entered her mind he said, ‘And don’t, my pretty, even think of using your teeth. Or I’ll knock and wrench them all from your head and fuck your bloody gums for my pleasure.’ Red whimpered around his cock, sending subtle vibrations along its length. He moaned again and snarled in his arousal. ‘Suck it, stupid girl!’ he commanded. ‘Suck on my cock. And move your head! Pleasure me, my young minx cub!’
She did as she was bid, tears leaking from her eyes in shame and despair. The Wolf moaned his approval, and the gentle rocking of his hips gradually turned into a fierce thrusting. Red gagged and choked as his cock hit the back of her mouth again and again, and almost retched when, with a particularly vigorous lunge, he drove his cock down her throat.
If she had been free to do so, Red would have screamed. The pain was acute. She grabbed with both hands at her throat, and was nearly sick again as her scrabbling fingers closed around the shape of the Wolf’s cock, bulging out of her throat. He drove himself continuously into her throat, and Red lay there helplessly until finally he spent his lust. The Wolf’s large hands cradled her head and pulled it viciously down onto his cock, so that almost all of the great length was rooted deeply in her gullet. Convulsions ran through his body and he howled his approval as rivulets of his semen filled her mouth, the excess pouring down her throat and spurting from her lips to run down her chin.
He pulled his cock free of her mouth, trailing more of his seed over her face and neck, and crouched there panting. He grinning wolfishly down at Red, who lay sobbing, covered in sweat and cum, her naked body marred with cuts and crusted in dried blood. The Wolf’s cock softened and slid into its sheath and he took the chance to lay his weight down on top of the young girl and open up her cuts again. He moved over her, drooling on her small breasts and licking the blood from her body. One particularly deep cut on her hip caused Red to scream in pain as he slit the thin film of congealed blood and drove one nail into the wound. Blood spurted onto his face, painting him a bizarre war-mask.
Prompted by Red’s screams and sobs and pleas, the Wolf’s cock sprang once more from its sheath, fully erect after less than five minute’s respite. ‘Mmm,’ he murmured, trailing one finger down her body. ‘Time to extract my pound of flesh.’ He smeared the blood down her torso, drooling lustfully, and slathered her cunt with the mixture. Red whimpered. ‘Oh no, please, no – ’
The Wolf laughed. Easily he took her small body in his large hands and flipped her over, onto her stomach. The red hooded cloak was still wrapped around her neck. He took the end of it up again in one fist and jerked on it. Red’s sobs had escalated into full-blown crying. She tried to drag herself away on her hands, to crawl away from the inevitable. Her pale, round ass bobbed enticingly. The Wolf slashed at it, leaving deep scores on the smooth surface, and jerked again on the rope. Red fell face-down onto the ground, and the Wolf grabbed her slim waist and dragged her lower body upwards.
Red buried her face in her ruined cloak to wait for the pain. The Wolf held his cock poised at the entrance of the girl’s cunt. Gently he pressed the head of it into her, and she whimpered as it stretched her out. He drew it out and caressed her thighs with his nails, drawing out the moment until finally he drove his cock into her. All the way to the hilt.
Red’s scream rent the silence of the woods. Flocks of birds flew from the trees, screeching and wheeling away. Again she screamed, and the Wolf pulled on the cloak so her voice was cut off suddenly. As she choked and gasped for breath, hands scrabbling at the ground, he lifted her off his cock and drove deeply into her again, pounding her mercilessly. Blood was running from her cunt and the immense pain overtook Red so that she fainted.
She was out for only seconds. When she came to, the Wolf’s cock had engorged even further. He was pounding her mercilessly, snarling and yelping lustfully, and to Red’s surprise the pain had been replaced with pleasure. Every thrust of his cock, preternaturally fast, drove into a place inside her that caused a jolt of pleasure to go through her and goosebumps to spring up all over her arms and legs. The pressure found her clit and stimulated it from the inside, bringing with it the intense need to urinate, which she did shamelessly, the piss splashing the Wolf’s lower belly and trickling down through the fur on his legs. He bayed in excitement and thrust even harder, even faster.
By now Red’s body had betrayed her. Her back arched, her hips tried to pull her back along the thick line of the Wolf’s cock. Her nipples hardened, her cunt spasmed around the wolf cock inside her, and her clit throbbed urgently. Every time the Wolf buried his dick inside her she let out a moan or a yelp of pleasure. She could feel a strange sensation that was building inside her, a tingling in her thighs and ass and a contracting of her muscles, and all the while the Wolf’s cock was growing. The base of his cock had widened out; a bulge was growing bigger by the minute. At first it slipped in and out of her easily, heightening Red’s sense of pleasure, but once it grew too big it satisfied her by staying outside of her cunt and merely slapping her clit at every thrust. ‘Ohh yes,’ she heard herself moan.
Just as Red was nearing some kind of peak, she knew not what, they were interrupted.
The woodcutter stepped into the clearing. His axe was held limply by his side and he stared in shock at the scene before him: girl fucking wolf, wolf fucking girl, both of them covered in blood, piss and cum.
The Wolf stopped his thrusting and turned his head to the intruder, snarling a challenge. Then he thought better of it. A bulge in the woodcutter’s pants made evident his extreme arousal. The Wolf barked out a hearty laugh and pulled his dick out of Red. His pre-cum gushed out of her widely stretched cunt, and Red moaned in displeasure, thrusting her hips at him uselessly, begging to be filled with cock once more.
The Wolf caught the woodcutter’s eye. Very deliberately he picked Red off the ground and ripped the cloak away from her neck so she was suddenly, strikingly, naked. He fondled her breasts momentarily and ran his tongue into her mouth, show for the woodcutter. Then he himself lay on his back and lowered Red easily down onto his monstrous cock. Red threw back her head and moaned her delight. She rocked on his cock as he thrust upwards into her, and then lay down across his chest, knees flat on the ground so she could fuck him as much as he fucked her.
She was so heavily into it, trying to build them both up to their peak again, that she almost didn’t notice the distinctly human finger that trailed down her ass. It lingered at her asshole and slowly, ever so slowly, parted the muscle and delved inside her. Instead of shock and horror, Red enjoyed the sensation, and kept up her vigorous fucking so the finger thrust in and out of her ass. Soon it was two fingers, and then three, spreading her when they were inside. She ignored them for the most part, focusing on the growing knot of the Wolf’s cock and how it felt inside her – deliciously amazing – and so hardly noticed when the fingers left her ass and the head of a cock was pressed up against her temple of Sodom instead.
She rocked back on the head, slippery with saliva, and it entered her with an acute pain that quickly gave way to pleasure. She heard the satisfied groan of the woodcutter as he began to pump into her ass, trying to match the speed with which the Wolf was fucking her. The knot of the Wolf’s cock was expanding by the minute, and this time it was firmly lodged inside her. Red was overwhelmed with pleasure: one dick plundering her ass and another tied into her cunt. She felt like electricity was jolting through her, and all her muscles seized up at once – suddenly she exploded into orgasm. ‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ she cried, as the climaxed chained together and her female juice squirted out of her. She screamed in pleasure, and still her orgasms did not stop.
Her climaxes were followed quickly by the others’. The woodcutter shuddered and moaned and grunted, and gave a few last, deep thrusts into her ass, spilling his seed into her. Then the Wolf yelped, and stopped fucking her suddenly, and the knot at the base of his dick expanded to a huge size that throbbed all through Red’s cunt. She sobbed and cried as she kept cumming, and her orgasms were joined by the Wolf’s. Red-hot jets of cum erupted from his cock and flooded her with his semen and he howled in pleasure, holding the girl firmly down on his dick.
At last, all of them spent, they fell asleep in an awkward circle on the cold ground.
When Red awoke, it was twilight. She looked around her for signs of the Wolf, and the woodcutter, but they had gone. Dazed, she looked down at herself, only to find that all her clothes were intact and her cloak was wrapped around her, her basket on her lap. Only a dream? Was it really only a dream? She asked herself. She stood up, dusted herself off and set off further into the woods.
She had not gone far when she was attacked from behind. With a scream she was thrown to the ground, her basket ripped from her hand and thrown into the trees. She heard panting and an odd, barking laugh, and then she was being dragged by her hair into a nearby clearing and dumped unceremoniously on the ground.
She looked up at her kidnapper. It was a Wolf, curiously man-like, who grinned at her with large yellow teeth and eyes much the same. Reaching out to her, he slashed at the front of her tunic, and the thin material shredded under his claws. Then he slashed it on either side and roughly drew it up over her hips, seeing that she wore no panties beneath it…
