A Walk in the Woods
#2 of Twisted Tales
This is the way my mind works. I am doing other things, and something like this pops into it, demanding attention. I wrote this just now, in a hour's time. I've written bits like this in the past and have normally deleted them. Writing them down is the only way of getting them out of my head. As for the content, I blame it on editing out the Unexpected Summer chapters. Those stories are a bad influence! On the other hand, this is by far the shortest story I have ever written.
Her
mother looked at her proudly. "You're growing up fast! Still, I think it's a
bad idea for you to go to your grandmother's alone. The forest is a dangerous
place and especially so for a young girl such as yourself." She was
right of course. Mothers always were. The forest was a hotly contested area.
The humans made it as if it were their very own, and the wolves held to the
rule of first claim. Both species were stubborn and so there was much friction
between them. Violence was known to break out at the drop of a hat. Sometimes a
hat was unneeded. "I'll
be fine mother! May I wear the cape she made for me? She will be so thrilled to
see it on me!" "Yes
dear, I will send you with it on. It will bring tears of happiness to her eyes." So it
was that the youngster set off on her perilous journey. In the crook of her arm
was a basket of gifts for her grandmother. She knew the way, for she had gone
with her parents on several occasions. It was over the hill, then through the
woods. It was dark, but as a group, there was less of a chance in getting
attacked. On the other hand, one small female might just make it unnoticed by
the evils lurking in the woods. She
kept to the lighted path, knowing that it both exposed her to being seen and at
the same time illuminating any dangers that might be lurking. She made good
time, though she did keep her eyes and ears open to pitfalls and dangers. The
birds were busy singing, the bees were buzzing, butterflies flew overhead, and
all was good in the forest. Here and there frogs croaked and peeped, snails crawled
silently along the ground, and even the crickets chirped happy little songs.
The flowers soon proved to be a distraction, in their myriad of colors and
forms. What child wouldn't fall for such a lovely display of beauty? Thus
distracted, she never noticed that she was being watched. The woods had eyes,
and those they belonged to were often up to no good. Being distracted was a
poor excuse for ignoring your personal safety. The
attack came without warning. It was simple and decisive. One moment she was
happily frolicking in the meadow and the next her cape was over her head and
the ties knotted tightly around her neck. She could breath but she couldn't see.
She tried to scream, put the cords were pulled tighter. "Cry if
you must, but I have no qualms about strangling you were you are." She cut
short her call for help. Whoever this was, they meant business. "That's
better. You know, you go through these woods like you own them. I think that's
rather bold, don't you?" She
gulped and said nothing. "Good
answer! Now, what shall I do with you? I have killed your kind before; it's
easy really. I could kill you too. Then I could be on my way. Should I kill
you?" She
gulped again. "No." Her voice was small and quiet. "No?
Then what should I do with you? I could eat you; meat isn't so plentiful that I
would pass up even a morsel such as yourself. But I guess that would require
killing you first. You seem to have something against that." She
whimpered but said nothing. "Hmmm.
You are a quiet one, aren't you? I like that. In fact, I can say that I like
you well enough that I'm going to do you a favor." "You
are?" she asked incredulously. "Why
sure! I mean, I am hungry," and she heard his stomach growl, "but I'm not
totally unfeeling. I don't suppose you've ever done me or my kind any harm. So
I should extend you a favor. You see, there is a decree that whenever I find
one of your kind, I am by law expected to kill it. I do my best to avoid
confrontation, but I have had my share of run-ins. I have opened jugulars and gashed
open bellies. But you, you're different. Still, I can't seem to find it in my
heart to just let you go." She
waited. It seemed as though he was thinking. She started to squirm, hoping to
get loose. She felt a smack on the back of her head. "Hold still!" When he
moved again, she again sought to scramble away. She was shoved to the ground and
held in place. His weight returned, but in a different way. She was young, but it
didn't take long for her to figure out his plan. She tried crying for help one
more. The cords tightened until she passed out. When
she came to, he was still on top. "Oh, have we decided to wake up? That's good!
I didn't want to get started without you!" She
could feel something pressing against her private spot. She knew all about what
it was there for, but until this day had never considered having sex. Now she
was going to be inducted by someone she couldn't see. She was going to be raped
by one of the wrong species! He
pushed, painfully pressing her onto the ground. She had seen a cock before, but
only her brother's. This one felt like a cow bone. It was hard and thick. And
to make matters worse, he was forcing it inside her. She tried struggling
again, but to no avail. It felt
like it was tearing her up. Finally, he could force it in no more. He let out a
sigh."God you're tight! I guess I've been missing some great
opportunities. This is going to make me rethink what I do with my free time.
Killing is all well and good, but fucking is better!"He held her down for what seemed
like an eternity. She could feel his heat inside her, his manhood churning away
at her tender insides. He would push in hard and she could feel her body
stretch under his attack. Her hips felt like they were being splayed into a new
configuration, and she wondered, if she survived, whether she would ever walk
properly again.The sweet smell of crushed flowers
contrasted with the sharpness of her pain. It was as if he would never finish
torturing her. Her toes curled as her hands and feet dug into the soft loam.
Her cape was going to be ruined. That seemed to bother her more than anything else.
Somehow, she knew she was going to die when it was all over.When he finished, she though he was
going to tear her apart. He went mad, grinding into her with savage force. She could
feel the heat inside her rise, and his meat convulse and spill forth hot fluid. He fell on top of her, panting hot
breath on the back of her neck.After a while, he pulled out,
grunted something and stood. "That was the best fuck I've ever
had. All this time and it never occurred to me. I'll need to be on the lookout
from now on. Who would ever have thought a wolf would be so much fun?"The woodsman tightened the belt on
his pants, grabbed his axe and walked away.