The Beast's Virgin Offering (The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction) (3 page)

within Within an instant she felt her head
fall back and a deep moan escaped her throat as she shuddered for
at least a couple of minutes from orgasmic pleasure that she had
never been able to give herself before. Just as she felt weak and
light headed from that orgasm her body began to stiffen and with a
few strokes with the same finger in the hot bath water she was gone
again in a haze of pleasure that left her completely limp and weak.
She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the claw
footed tub and imagining what it would feel like to have a fully
erect, hard cock fill her pussy and slide in and out of the wetness
until it had achieved its mission and exploded in orgasm with her.
She never finished that thought before she fell into a deep
sleep.

Cassey woke to a cold tub of water and was
just a little startled but quickly remembered the past few hours.,
She smiled at the realization that she had pleasured her body into
a state of exhaustion, fallen asleep, and now was rudely awakened
by the cold aftermath. She got out of the cold water that had once
held provided so much warmth and pleasure. She dried off and went
to her bed, picking up a book along the way.

It was late and she wasn’t hungry;, she felt
like crawling under that wonderful duvet and reading about the
Black Forest until she could drift off to a full night’s sleep
until morning. She really hoped to avoid as much jet lag as
possible. In the morning she would find somewhere to have breakfast
and then her journey would begin. She was still very puzzled by
Michael’s note but after thinking it over she decided that it would
have to resolve itself with time because she had no idea what he
meant or how on earth she would ever locate this mystery man.

One thing she did make up her mind about was
that the now stained and dried panties were going to be left as
they were and would be hidden at the bottom of her dresser drawer.
She wasn’t happy with herself for feeling the way she did but she
now had some sort of mystical connection to this garment and until
she understood it better they the panties would remain the way they
were.

After getting comfortable under the covers of
her bed she turned to the last chapter she had been reading and
began to read the next chapter in the book which was entitled
“Werewolves of The Black Forest of Germany”. How very interesting
she thought. She kind of laughed to herself as she began the first
sentence thinking;: “If I am lucky maybe I’ll find a werewolf when
I find the Black Forest.” Then she let herself drift off into a
sound sleep.

As much as she had done everything she knew
to avoid jet lag Cassey’s eyes blinked open and the clock next to
the bed read 3:05 AM. She lay there for moments thinking of the
trip over and how strange her day had been, then took her book and
tried to concentrate on the words in front of her but she was too
restless to read. She got up and dressed herself in an old
comfortable T- shirt and sweats, put on her socks and running
shoes, and decided to go for a run.

It was a small village and she felt pretty
safe out alone in this strange new place. She looked in the mirror
and began to brush her waist length blonde hair. She thought she
looked a little different today. More mature maybe, not as much
like the young college coed that had gotten on the flight yesterday
and yet she felt that she really would not be a woman until she had
given her body to a man in the way that she had wanted to give it
to Michael on the plane yesterday. She pulled her hair up in a pony
tail and wiped her clear blue eyes with a tissue, adjusted her
clothing so that everything felt comfortable, and headed for the
lobby.

The hotel lobby was empty, and the clerk
obviously resting in a back room, as Cassey headed out of the front
door to the sidewalk. The hotel was situated at the end of the
village and just beyond the entrance was a park that seemed to lead
into the edge of the Black Forest. She smiled and thought she would
check out the paths in the Forest, taking care to stay on a path
marked trail and not drift off the beaten path. As she entered the
Forrest she was more fast-walking at a rapid pace as opposed tothan
running, since she wasn’t familiar with the path and didn’t want to
accidently trip on some unseen terrain anomaly.

She felt comfortable in her surroundings as
she penetrated deeper into the verdant environment and noticed that
while the forest was fairly quiet it had distinct sounds. She
thought she heard a rustle in the bushes close by and though
slightly alarmed she continued on, feeling it was probably just a
rabbit or some other forest creature that was startled by this
uninvited guest running through their home. Then she heard it again
and this time it seemed to be just ahead of her. She stopped,
breathing hard, she and began to feel a pounding of her heart that
was no longer associated with the fast pace she had been
keeping.

Suddenly, just in front of her she saw a huge
four legged creature step into the path from out of the brush.
Cassey gasped and began to back up. The creature looked like a huge
dog, very scruffy, with the hair around its neck standing straight
up like a huge furry collar. She knew this was no dog. It was a
wolf. She was terrified and tried to remain calm. She had always
heard the worst thing you could do when around dangerous wild life
was to run from it. She had to keep her wits about her.

The wolf began to step slowly toward her
almost in slow motion. Cassey forced herself to keep eye contact
with him. He The beast connected his its eyes with hers and they
were in a visual standoff. Cassey’s breathing was now going out of
control. She felt frozen with fear and her mind was scolding her
with thoughts of how stupid this idea had been. She told herself to
stop thinking like that and think of how she was supposed to get
herself out of that situation and back to safety again. It seemed
like the wolf could read her thoughts and he made a low guttural
howl that sounded like he was in some sort of pain. Cassey felt a
wave of concern and compassion wash over her instinct to be afraid.
Now she immediately felt inclined to care for an animal that might
be hurt. She began to speak to the wolf like one does to an injured
pet.

“It’s okay boy,.” Sshe said in a low
quivering voice. “I don’t want to hurt you and you don’t want to
hurt me,.” Sshe continued with a slow quiet voice.

Cassey didn’t want to alarm the animal but
she was still terrified. She continued to back slowly away from the
animal as she tried to soothe him with her words and her voice. She
suddenly felt something that interrupted her step and looked down
to keep from tripping. She noticed a small branch and realized she
had backed herself off the path and onto the forest floor. She
kicked the branch away and looked back quickly to see if the wolf
had noticed her vulnerability. When she raised her eyes to meet his
she was shocked to see a man in the pathway where the wolf had
formerly made his stand.

Cassey suddenly felt faint. She thought that
she was losing her mind, or having some sort of stroke or some
strange medical emergency that she couldn’t even think clearly
enough to imagine what it was. Just before she felt the blood drain
completely from her head and her knees buckle she was sure that the
man in the path was Michael;, yes, Michael from the plane. This
couldn’t be, she had to be hallucinating!, Tthen without further
warning everything went black.

When she awoke Cassey was in a beautiful
cave. There were torches that were lit and a fire in a pit that was
sending out amazing flames or of orange and yellow that licked at
the opening of the cave like giant hot fingers trying to scratch
out a place in the dark sky. She tried to get her bearings and
shake the cobwebs from her head but she felt like she was in a
trance. She heard a sound behind her and jerked her head in that
direction. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Michael standing
there looking at her with such intensity.

“It’s you, I mean, how….?” She tried to
question him.

“Not, now,.” He he said as he held his finger
to his mouth to indicate he wanted silence.

“I don’t understand.” Cassey insisted on
trying to speak to him again.

“I said not now!” He said again but this time
with a firmness that Cassey knew meant she was to be quiet now.

Michael moved closer. The closer he came to
her the more Cassey was afraid and yet she was drawn to him with a
physical desire and yearning that had completely overtaken her. Her
body screamed for something from him, something that she wanted so
badly she thought momentarily this must be what it was like for an
addict who is waiting for their dealer to deliver their sweet drug
of choice that would lead them into a bliss that made no sense to
anyone but them. She wanted this man like a drug that she had never
had but knew that it would be her own sweet addiction for the rest
of her life. She knew now that she was completely defenseless
against him. She was his.

Michael, with his eyes locked into onto
Cassey’s, began to move even closer and as he did he removed his
shirt and dropped it to the ground. He unfastened his pants and let
them drop, removing each leg as he took steps even ever closer to
Cassey. He wasn’t wearing shoes but seemed perfectly comfortable
walking over the rocky surface of the cave floor. As he approached,
Cassey saw something in his eyes that she could not understand and
it made her tremble.

His eyes were a scarlet red and in the
redness she could see the face of the wolf that had cut her path
off in the woods. She knew this was the same wolf because the image
of that face had been burned into her memory, just as a victim of
rape can never remove the image of the perpetrator of the crime. It
was going to be forever a part of her.

As she sat there on the floor of the cave
with the flames of the fire behind her Cassey realized for the
first time that she was naked. She had been so mesmerized by
Michael and the strangeness of everything that in her fear and
bewilderment she had not thought of her body and its condition. She
realized that now she was so vulnerable to the situation that she
had no hope of fighting off this man or beast, or whatever he was.
Still, she did not know whether to go down fighting for her life or
submit and hope to gain his trust or pity, hoping he would let her
go when he was finished with her.

He reached out to touch her chin and she drew
back. “No!” She begged. “Please!” She continued. “I don’t want
too!”

“Yes, Cassey, you do, and Cassey, you will,.”
Hhe commanded.

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.