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The Real Story About 'l'il Red Riding Hood'...
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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what ever happened to Henry?????????
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last seen saturday
...in shorts or chasing a pair????
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which way did they go?
how many were there?
I must know...
...I am their leader!!!
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which way did they go?
how many were there?
I must know...
...I am their leader!!!
I go to my room where indeed my sisters wait for me. They have warmed the covers though right now cool sheets would be more comforting. I crawl between them and flop on my back. I make no attempt to hide my glow.
Lizbeth and Mary snuggle next to me. They are bawdy girls and have no qualms about asking me about how the wolf was. They fire off questions as they fondle my sweating body…
“Did it hurt?”
in a good way
“Does it smell as bad as you do?”
He smells divine and better than you do when you do your boys in the loft
“Did you come?”
Probably more times than you ever did with a man
“Is it big?”
I point above my belly button and purr “It is big, but so are these.”
I barely touch my teats and milk shoots from my nipples and splatters on my flesh. Like the wolf tonguing my womanhood they begin to lap at the milk. I grab their heads and say “Drink from these teats and try to make the beast as happy as I have.”
What an experience this is! I have just lost my virginity to a werewolf and while I have nothing to compare it to (besides my finger and that’s not even close) my sisters are sucking milk from my teats so they can give the only fuck of my life his children and Father is out in the woodshed sharping the axe he will take my head off with.
All in all it has been a strange day, indeed…
tree
Lizbeth and Mary snuggle next to me. They are bawdy girls and have no qualms about asking me about how the wolf was. They fire off questions as they fondle my sweating body…
“Did it hurt?”
in a good way
“Does it smell as bad as you do?”
He smells divine and better than you do when you do your boys in the loft
“Did you come?”
Probably more times than you ever did with a man
“Is it big?”
I point above my belly button and purr “It is big, but so are these.”
I barely touch my teats and milk shoots from my nipples and splatters on my flesh. Like the wolf tonguing my womanhood they begin to lap at the milk. I grab their heads and say “Drink from these teats and try to make the beast as happy as I have.”
What an experience this is! I have just lost my virginity to a werewolf and while I have nothing to compare it to (besides my finger and that’s not even close) my sisters are sucking milk from my teats so they can give the only fuck of my life his children and Father is out in the woodshed sharping the axe he will take my head off with.
All in all it has been a strange day, indeed…
tree
My teats are depleted, sucked dry by my sisters. Father opens the door and asks if Lizbeth and Mary are ready. In fairness to them none of us have done what this night brings. I tell Father my tears feel normal while Lizbeth and Mary wipe their mouths clean of my (his?) milk. I lounge in the bed as I listen to my sisters being bound. I wonder why he had to do that. Oh well, I need some sleep…
“Come on, Red, we have to do this before the sun comes up” Father says. He wakes me from a deep sleep as I feel the coarse rope cinch tight around my wrists bound behind my back. I remember him telling me he would be taking my head but after the day’s events I do not care. In a few hours I had lived a life that many could not dream of. He leads me down the steps and mother meets me there. Her face is streaked with tears as she tells me “Red, you are my baby as much as Lizbeth and Mary.”
I kiss Mother as I leave my home for the last time. “No, I’m not. I cannot produce the witches and werewolves you desire but I could have given you grandchildren. That might have complicated your life. Come, Father, you have a head to chop and I dare you to shed a tear.”
I walk naked across the grass in the yard between the house and the wood shop. Halfway across I see my sisters, their necks locked in pillories, naked, with their arms bound crossed tightly behind their backs.
“What is this about?” I demand.
“The beast is about to impregnate them” Father Replies.
“I offered myself to it. He is gentle.”
“Red, you are… were a vessel. The wolf would not hurt you until you had prepared your sisters for his offspring. He will not be as gentle breeding your sisters as he was with you.”
I glance at Lizbeth and Mary then to Father. Maybe if someone had told me what my role in this theater was to be I could accept what is happening. I walk up to my sisters. They don’t look happy. I ask “How long did you know?”
They don’t answer. “It doesn’t matter. We will meet in hell.”
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“Come on, Red, we have to do this before the sun comes up” Father says. He wakes me from a deep sleep as I feel the coarse rope cinch tight around my wrists bound behind my back. I remember him telling me he would be taking my head but after the day’s events I do not care. In a few hours I had lived a life that many could not dream of. He leads me down the steps and mother meets me there. Her face is streaked with tears as she tells me “Red, you are my baby as much as Lizbeth and Mary.”
I kiss Mother as I leave my home for the last time. “No, I’m not. I cannot produce the witches and werewolves you desire but I could have given you grandchildren. That might have complicated your life. Come, Father, you have a head to chop and I dare you to shed a tear.”
I walk naked across the grass in the yard between the house and the wood shop. Halfway across I see my sisters, their necks locked in pillories, naked, with their arms bound crossed tightly behind their backs.
“What is this about?” I demand.
“The beast is about to impregnate them” Father Replies.
“I offered myself to it. He is gentle.”
“Red, you are… were a vessel. The wolf would not hurt you until you had prepared your sisters for his offspring. He will not be as gentle breeding your sisters as he was with you.”
I glance at Lizbeth and Mary then to Father. Maybe if someone had told me what my role in this theater was to be I could accept what is happening. I walk up to my sisters. They don’t look happy. I ask “How long did you know?”
They don’t answer. “It doesn’t matter. We will meet in hell.”
tree
Father reaches for my arm but I pull away. I am more angry than afraid right now. I hiss “How do you know? How do you know the beast was gentle with me? You watched him as he took your daughter! Why should that surprise me? You conceived me for this one night so Lizbeth and Mary could bear its offspring! You knew from the moment your seed entered mother’s womb that the night would come when you would take an ax to my neck!”
Before he can answer the werewolf trots from the shadows. It is the first time I have seen fear in his eyes. I whisper “You have nothing to fear. The beast has other things on its mind.”
The wolf passes my sisters kneeling in the stocks and comes to me. I spread my feet and it laps at my still wet sex. It takes only a moment for me to come. I kneel and offer it the last of my… our milk from my teats.
In the distance the church bell rings marking the midnight hour. I lean forward and kiss its head and whisper “Enjoy yourself.”
Its eyes narrow and he turns toward the stocks with that magnificent shaft fully erect. Their fear fills the air and excites the beast. Father helps me to my feet and says “It is time.”
Defiantly I say “You said I would be dead by morning. There are more than a few hours left. You, and I would guess they, watched the beast take me. Return the favor and I will not resist…”
tree
Before he can answer the werewolf trots from the shadows. It is the first time I have seen fear in his eyes. I whisper “You have nothing to fear. The beast has other things on its mind.”
The wolf passes my sisters kneeling in the stocks and comes to me. I spread my feet and it laps at my still wet sex. It takes only a moment for me to come. I kneel and offer it the last of my… our milk from my teats.
In the distance the church bell rings marking the midnight hour. I lean forward and kiss its head and whisper “Enjoy yourself.”
Its eyes narrow and he turns toward the stocks with that magnificent shaft fully erect. Their fear fills the air and excites the beast. Father helps me to my feet and says “It is time.”
Defiantly I say “You said I would be dead by morning. There are more than a few hours left. You, and I would guess they, watched the beast take me. Return the favor and I will not resist…”
tree
I howled like a bitch in heat as the wolf finished with me but to the beast my sisters are bitches in heat. Lizbeth is in tears as it circles them sniffing their defenseless bound bodies. She cries “that will tear me asunder!”
“Lil Red took it and she was a virgin” Mary says trying to calm Lizbeth and act brave. That façade ended the second the werewolf wrapped its paws around her waist and eight sharp claws dug into her flesh. Mary shrieked when it speared her with one full stroke, the scream tapering off to a pitiful squeal as her lungs emptied. Lizbeth began sobbing knowing she was next…
My sisters are beautiful and had probably had every man for miles around. Some of them were quite proud of their member but none were hung like the beast. Unlike preparing its vessel the beast had only animal lust for my sisters. It took each of them several times. With each thrust their shoulders would bang against the pillory and as he pulled back their heads would rattle the wood. The ravaging went one until the church bell marked the four o’clock hour. As suddenly as it had started it ends just as quickly. The werewolf trots off into the dark forest.
My sisters have bruises under their chins, the back of their skulls, and tops of their shoulders. Their necks are scrapped raw by the pillory. The sides of their bellies and waists are blood shreds. Bloody spunk puddles on the ground between their knees. Do not pity them for in a few days there will be no trace of the wounds. I however have a rendezvous with the chopping block…
tree
“Lil Red took it and she was a virgin” Mary says trying to calm Lizbeth and act brave. That façade ended the second the werewolf wrapped its paws around her waist and eight sharp claws dug into her flesh. Mary shrieked when it speared her with one full stroke, the scream tapering off to a pitiful squeal as her lungs emptied. Lizbeth began sobbing knowing she was next…
My sisters are beautiful and had probably had every man for miles around. Some of them were quite proud of their member but none were hung like the beast. Unlike preparing its vessel the beast had only animal lust for my sisters. It took each of them several times. With each thrust their shoulders would bang against the pillory and as he pulled back their heads would rattle the wood. The ravaging went one until the church bell marked the four o’clock hour. As suddenly as it had started it ends just as quickly. The werewolf trots off into the dark forest.
My sisters have bruises under their chins, the back of their skulls, and tops of their shoulders. Their necks are scrapped raw by the pillory. The sides of their bellies and waists are blood shreds. Bloody spunk puddles on the ground between their knees. Do not pity them for in a few days there will be no trace of the wounds. I however have a rendezvous with the chopping block…
tree
I am surprised Father leaves my sisters bound in the pillory. While they will recover quickly they must be suffering now. In addition to the wounds inflicted by the beast they have knelt for more than five hours with their arms bound high behind their backs to insure the beast would have access to them. The whole time Father had a telltale bulge in his pants. I thought he was aroused watching the beast take my sisters but it has not gone away as he leads me to the block. Then it occurs to me-
‘You would have an insatiable desire for intercourse and men will find you irresistible’
As I am led to the block there is wetness on my thighs that has nothing to do with what the beast pumped into me. I want a man and any man would do; even my Father. I know he is nearly intoxicated with my scent. I stand rubbing my thighs together while he lights a lantern and puts a final hone on the axe blade.
My teats seem to be filling again. My arousal has nothing to do with fear. I am full with lust and desire. A dry shaft would easily slide into me. I look down at the block and lower myself to my knees. I am not submitting to my fate; my legs are too weak to stand. Father approaches with the axe. I can see the dark stain in his trousers.
I look up at him and ask “Since I must die could you take me first? All I know is the beast.”
He looks up at the sky and sees the first hint of dawn.
“You need not worry about satisfying me. I only want to know what a real man feels like.”
I can tell he wants to but he is reluctant.
“I cannot fornicate with my daughter! It is sinful!”
“But Father it is my last request. Besides I think “thou shall not kill” comes into play here if you are talking sin.”
“If I engage you I could never do what I must and you will suffer inquisition and be dead either way but your mother and sisters will be dead also.”
“Did you know the beast will seek his vessel the next full moon and will come for you?”
“I am aware of that and I have a silver bullet waiting for him.”
“What if you miss, Father?”
“I am as good a marksman as I am woodsman.”
Father speaks the truth with that for we have lived on the bounty of his hunt. I lean forward and offer my neck to the axe. Father touches the nape with his axe to set his aim and I have my last climax…
He raises the blade and the last thing I say to him is “What if you never get the shot off?”
The axe slams into the block and a spray of blood covers my face…
tree
‘You would have an insatiable desire for intercourse and men will find you irresistible’
As I am led to the block there is wetness on my thighs that has nothing to do with what the beast pumped into me. I want a man and any man would do; even my Father. I know he is nearly intoxicated with my scent. I stand rubbing my thighs together while he lights a lantern and puts a final hone on the axe blade.
My teats seem to be filling again. My arousal has nothing to do with fear. I am full with lust and desire. A dry shaft would easily slide into me. I look down at the block and lower myself to my knees. I am not submitting to my fate; my legs are too weak to stand. Father approaches with the axe. I can see the dark stain in his trousers.
I look up at him and ask “Since I must die could you take me first? All I know is the beast.”
He looks up at the sky and sees the first hint of dawn.
“You need not worry about satisfying me. I only want to know what a real man feels like.”
I can tell he wants to but he is reluctant.
“I cannot fornicate with my daughter! It is sinful!”
“But Father it is my last request. Besides I think “thou shall not kill” comes into play here if you are talking sin.”
“If I engage you I could never do what I must and you will suffer inquisition and be dead either way but your mother and sisters will be dead also.”
“Did you know the beast will seek his vessel the next full moon and will come for you?”
“I am aware of that and I have a silver bullet waiting for him.”
“What if you miss, Father?”
“I am as good a marksman as I am woodsman.”
Father speaks the truth with that for we have lived on the bounty of his hunt. I lean forward and offer my neck to the axe. Father touches the nape with his axe to set his aim and I have my last climax…
He raises the blade and the last thing I say to him is “What if you never get the shot off?”
The axe slams into the block and a spray of blood covers my face…
tree
NOT YET, dear Eul
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...but thank you
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...but thank you
I blink to clear the blood from my eyes. What the hell happen? Father lays on the ground with his throat torn open to the bone and his shredded guts lying on the ground next to his belly. He is quite dead. The axe is stuck in the block just next to my neck. The beast is next to him with bloody paws and Father’s blood staining his teeth. I get up and walk to the beast. I straddle his back and it rises and carries me into the woods. It leaves me in a cave with my hands still bound behind my back. I fall asleep…
I see the early light reflect off the rock walls and stagger to my feet, my hands still bound. Just as I get to the mouth of the cave a handsome man in rich clothing blocks my path. Sternly he asks if I am ‘Red’. I look to my lower left side and see the black mark where the werewolf had pierced me. It is healed without a scab. But this must be the mark they look for. I reply “My name is Rose.”
“I do not have time for games, woman! Are you ‘Red’?”
Strangely I have no fear of the man and say “I am.”
“Thank God. I hope I did not hurt you last night.”
“You are the…”
“Shh!!! Someone approached” he admonishes.
A man steps behind him and says “Ah, you found the witch!”
The man draws a sword and places it against the second man’s neck hard enough to draw blood but not do any great harm.
In an unworldly voice that I had only heard the first time the night before the man demands “On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the Red Rose?”
The second man shook his head. “You may leave and there will be a bag of gold coin as long as you have never seen us. Otherwise I will kill you.”
“I never saw nothing” the second man replied. The bulge in his pants betrays lie but he runs off…
“I am Quercus Arbor. I hope you would like to have an interesting life with me.”
How could I refuse???
We sailed to the new America and settled in a wilderness town named ‘Pacific’ where my husband opened a silica mine and became a far richer man than he was in the north forest.
As for me, I still have an insatiable desire for intercourse and my dear man cannot resist me. As great as our love life is it is a good thing our estate is far from town when the moon is full. I still howl!
Oh, and it’s an old wives’ tale that a vessel is barren once she is taken by the wolf. Our grandchildren would open the “Great Pacific Coffee Company”. Strange things would happen there many years later, but that’s another thread…
…whatever a thread is…
Tree
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I see the early light reflect off the rock walls and stagger to my feet, my hands still bound. Just as I get to the mouth of the cave a handsome man in rich clothing blocks my path. Sternly he asks if I am ‘Red’. I look to my lower left side and see the black mark where the werewolf had pierced me. It is healed without a scab. But this must be the mark they look for. I reply “My name is Rose.”
“I do not have time for games, woman! Are you ‘Red’?”
Strangely I have no fear of the man and say “I am.”
“Thank God. I hope I did not hurt you last night.”
“You are the…”
“Shh!!! Someone approached” he admonishes.
A man steps behind him and says “Ah, you found the witch!”
The man draws a sword and places it against the second man’s neck hard enough to draw blood but not do any great harm.
In an unworldly voice that I had only heard the first time the night before the man demands “On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the Red Rose?”
The second man shook his head. “You may leave and there will be a bag of gold coin as long as you have never seen us. Otherwise I will kill you.”
“I never saw nothing” the second man replied. The bulge in his pants betrays lie but he runs off…
“I am Quercus Arbor. I hope you would like to have an interesting life with me.”
How could I refuse???
We sailed to the new America and settled in a wilderness town named ‘Pacific’ where my husband opened a silica mine and became a far richer man than he was in the north forest.
As for me, I still have an insatiable desire for intercourse and my dear man cannot resist me. As great as our love life is it is a good thing our estate is far from town when the moon is full. I still howl!
Oh, and it’s an old wives’ tale that a vessel is barren once she is taken by the wolf. Our grandchildren would open the “Great Pacific Coffee Company”. Strange things would happen there many years later, but that’s another thread…
…whatever a thread is…
Tree
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...if you missed the reference...
Marcie4you
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May I guess you enjoy the series on TV, Being Human, as I do?
not familiar w' the TV show
Marcie4you
Banned
It's on Monday evenings at 8:00 central scify.....you'd love it as I do!!!!!!!!!
I'll look it up!!!
Marcie4you
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Ok, given BF Adiean = vampire, Nora = werewolf, (btw, werewolf blood = bad for vampires) uh hanging?
Ghost Sally is now in human form....you have lotsa catchup work dude!
Being Human, USA, is NOT the same as British! I know!
Ghost Sally is now in human form....you have lotsa catchup work dude!
Being Human, USA, is NOT the same as British! I know!