The Beast's Virgin Offering (The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction) (5 page)

She took the jacket from the back of the
chair and felt in the pocket. Relieved to find it, she pulled it
from the pocket and smiled as she realized it had been refilled. It
wasn't as wonderful as a note would have been, but it was
something. He cared! While the pain from Michael’s attack on her
body did not seem to be as noticeable on this morning as it had
been the last, her body was still battered, bruised and torn from
the events of the night before and she welcomed the new supply of
the healing elixir.

***

For the next seven days Cassie made a nightly
vigil of running along the mysterious path. She called repeatedly
for Michael and begged him to come to her. But he never did. She at
times needed to feel his touch on and in her body so badly that she
would strip in the forest and find a soft mossy grove, where she
could feel as close to him as possible and then she would bring
herself to exquisite pleasure over and over, fueled by the sound of
her own voice crying out for him.

Her moans seemed to fill the entire forest,
like that of a female animal longing for her companion or her cubs
when they were injured or missing. The sounds she emitted seemed
comforting and familiar to her but were also sounds that she
thought were unnatural for her to make. Nevertheless, however
pleading or desperate these moans were for over a week, they never
brought Michael to her side.

The night before Cassey was to leave for the
long flight back to the United States she planned one last trip on
the magical path that was now so familiar to her. She would find
some way to say goodbye to the phantom man-beast that had taken her
twice so many days ago. She still had not figured out how she was
to deal with this insatiable hunger for him that her body had
developed.

But she would have to adapt. There would be
no primeval forest at home for her to slip away to every night for
relief. She would have to find some way to put him and this entire
experience in the past and learn to live in the reality that what
happened to her was supernatural at best and some sort of horrible
and sweet psychosis at worst. Whatever she had to do to retain her
sanity and continue with her life, she was prepared to do, but not
without great inner turmoil and sadness.

***

When midnight came on her final night in the
land of the Black Forest, Cassey awoke as usual and dressed for one
last visit into the forest. She had given up all hope of ever
seeing or feeling Michael again but she dressed especially nice
this night. She was going to lay herself on the mossy ground that
had now become a familiar bed to her and she was going to give
herself to him in the strongest way she knew how. She would recline
alone on the cool damp moss, concentrating on every moment in
Michael’s presence until trickles of light came through the canopy
of tree tops and found their way to her eyes. Then she would dress
herself, go to her room, gather her things, say goodbye to the
night clerk with whom she was now on a first name basis, get into a
taxi and head for her homeland, never again looking back.

She slipped into a beautiful silk camisole
that glowed against her soft tan skin. The matching panties came
next and were tied on each side with strands of silk ribbon. She
placed a gold anklet around her right ankle. Her nails were
manicured and painted as bright a red color as she could find in
the little village. Her pedicure matched the manicure and on her
legs she wore nothing but moisturizer. Instead of dressing for
running tonight she was going to stroll slowly down the path,
taking photos in her brain that she hoped would last her a
lifetime.

She pulled on a white satin mini dress that
had a plunging neckline and an empire waist accentuating her
perfect breasts. She tied the straps at the shoulder in big bows
which gave her a sort of impish little girl appearance. Tonight,
instead of running shoes, she decided to go into the forest
barefooted. She wanted to feel the cool ground on her bare feet and
to see her beautifully painted red toes sink into the green moss
when she reached it.

Cassey brushed her hair, put on some lip
moisturizer, found the empty vial and turned from the mirror to
leave the room and lock the door for her last visit to her magical
world. She was consumed with sadness and overtaken by the lust and
desire that had come to make a home in her body. She left the lobby
and turned the corner to find the entrance into the mystical world
that she yearned for so badly.

When she made that turn her eyes widened and
her mouth dropped open in amazement at the sight she beheld. She
could not help her mind wrap itself around what it was trying to
come to terms with just feet in front of her. She only gasped and
stood frozen for several minutes.

At the entrance to the pathway Cassey saw two
apparitions floating on either side. They were beautiful fairy
creatures that were translucent and surrounded by an illuminating
glow. They floated like liquid in the air, emitting bight colorful
hues of green, yellow and blue. They had golden wings that slowly
swept back and forth in the air keeping them afloat. Each one
beckoned her toward the path with an outstretched arm and fingers
that moved in and out in a welcoming motion, enticing her to come
with them. Cassey felt only peace and moved eagerly toward
them.

On this night the pathway was lighted with
fiery torches for as far as Cassey could see. The torches crackled
from the fire and sent orange and red sparks up into the night like
giant fireflies. As Cassey followed the mystical path she could
feel the presence of the fairies behind her but she had no fear of
them or urges to stop and bask in their beauty or to be detained by
the fascination she felt for them. Her only thought beyond the
incredible imagery before her was that Michael must be at the end
of the path waiting for her. That was all she cared about.

She hoped with everything that comprised her
body, mind and soul that tonight he would ask her to stay with him.
He would beg her not to go back because he needed the power she
gave to him, in the same way she needed the control he held over
her. He would tell her that this was her place and he wanted her by
his side for all of eternity and longer. Her thoughts were fixated
on finding him and having him once again fill her physical body
with his, and her soul with the spiritual fuel with which she
always felt empowered after their meetings.

After some time Cassey found herself at the
clearing with the mossy floor that she had become so familiar with.
Tonight, there was a huge stone bed in the middle of the clearing.
It had the appearance of an altar and at each corner of the massive
structure there was a large wooden stake with a lighted torch by
its side. From out of the darkness Cassey saw the huge man-beast
begin to appear as he walked slowly and directly toward her.

This time she felt no fear; she welcomed him,
craved him, her very being begged for him. When he was so close to
her that she could smell his scent and feel his breath on her skin,
she looked deeply into his eyes and felt his comfort with and his
acceptance of her. Her body shook and then shuddered with waves of
passion and anticipation at the very thought of his first touch.
She neither spoke nor smiled, she just stood there waiting for him
to do with her as he willed.

Michael drank in the beauty of this woman
before him like she was the very essence of the nectar of life. He
saw before him a woman that he wanted to own, over whom he wanted
the ultimate control. He knew that he needed her to complete him in
his existence in this strange realm in which he was forced to live.
He knew in his heart that he had been rendered incapable of love
and that the only way she would ever be his was if she gave herself
willingly, not only to him but also to his family, his pack.

If she refused him this or felt any
hesitation at all, then she would be lost to him forever. He had
been alone for so long waiting for the perfect woman to be at his
side that he almost feared that she would have an instant of
hesitation at what was going to happen next. If she did, if his
preparation of her was lacking, if her response to him weakened,
then he would certainly never have her again.

These were unaccustomed feelings for him.
Normally, Michael mated with a female without her having any
cognitive memory of the act. She would then have a child that would
someday be drawn to this primeval Black Forest. The child would
disappear from the world of mortal humans, perhaps thought to be
taken by some terrible accident, and become one of his pack. That
was that. This woman, however, was one he wanted to share more with
than just an offspring. He wanted to share the depths of his being,
his immortality, the force within him that was the closest
substitute for love that he could experience. Tonight would be the
test of her limits, of her submission, of her desire for him.
Michael would either have her or he would be forced to watch her
leave him forever.

With those thoughts tearing at his brain he
extended his giant hand and gently untied the silk straps to her
dress, allowing it to drift softly to the ground. With a fingernail
he sliced through the straps of the camisole and watched it fall
from her body as well. Almost reverently he untied the ribbons
holding her panties to her hips and, like a magical breeze had
blown them away, they fell to the mossy ground.

She stood before him steadily, her gaze
continuing on his face, without a tremble or shiver, and he was
pleased. He leaned in to her and sniffed her from her hair, down
her neck and completely over her exposed breasts and telltale erect
nipples. He heard her breathing as it became stronger and deeper;
he could hear the pounding in her chest announcing that her heart
was on fire with desire, lust, and anticipation for him. The one
thing his powerful nose did not pick up was the scent of fear.
Again, Michael felt both relieved and pleased. She truly was his,
at least at this moment.

He scooped her up into his arms and carried
her as if she were a feather to the stone platform, where he laid
her upon the cold stone. Her body was illuminated by the light from
the torches and her hair fell around her face and shoulders like a
giant halo. He moved to her head and pulled her left arm above her
head binding it with hemp to the stake at the corner of the
platform. He repeated this with the right arm then moved to her
legs and bound them each at their respective corners. All the while
he worked Michael watched her eyes; he kept waiting for signs of
fear but she showed none, only acceptance.

When Michael had secured her to his
satisfaction he once again leaned over her body with his powerful
nostrils and began to sniff her, from her perfectly formed feet to
the hot moist liquid that had overflowed her private entrance that
he had claimed as his own. He moved his nose so close to her
swollen, engorged labia that in an instant of uncontrolled need she
tried to raise her hips to meet his face but the attempt was in
vain. He would not allow it and her bindings kept her from him.

When Michael had finished with the ritual of
preparation he stood at the foot of the altar, raised his enormous
arms toward the sky, threw his head back and howled at the stars
with the most vicious, primal, half scream half howl that had ever
escaped his body. When silence resumed, Cassey saw the brush around
the clearing begin to sway and figures that she could only identify
by red eyes at first, begin to approach her. She knew that she
should be afraid but she had no fear.

Michael was there and for reasons that had
never been clear to her or made any rational sense, she completely
trusted him and never doubted that he would protect her from
anything and everything. He was the one who, if he said go and jump
off the Golden Gate Bridge, she would do it with no hesitation.
Somehow she knew that he would always do what was best for her and
she felt no need to ever question that.

One by one the half beast half man creatures
crept from the brush until they were in full view of Cassey. They
moved in around her until she was completely encircled by them. She
could hear their animalistic snarls and groans and feel the hot
sticky air that seemed to accompany and announce their presence.
She heard mild and soft howls and yelps like a puppy anxiously
waiting to be petted by its master.

She saw the thick saliva dripping like candle
wax from their jowls, and the fangs they exposed every time their
mouths opened for more sound or to swallow. They appeared to be
anxiously waiting for a signal or order of some kind so that they
could begin to do something that involved Cassey. She was not even
contemplating what this might be, she was only thinking of Michael
and the way her body needed his touch, the way she sensed the now
familiar feeling of not being able to breathe without his control
and his invasion of her mind and flesh. She waited.

With one last, ear piercing howl Michael
stepped away from Cassey's vulnerable body on the platform. The
beasts took their places at her side, shifted into their human-like
forms, and began to ravage her in whatever way their urges moved
them. One was biting and sucking her nipple on one side, one was
breathing heavily over her face and neck, one was running his sharp
claws down her body, and she could see the ribbons of scarlet
running from her torso down her side.

Then, without warning, she had a rigid cock
forcing its way into her pussy, ramming her with the strength of
ten normal men. She felt a new ability to accommodate the thrusts
within her that surpassed anything she ever could have imagined…
and she wanted more! Then, one after another, they traded places,
each pursuing what the others had just abandoned. She felt a pair
of giant hands lift her slightly from the platform while still
fastened securely to the stakes, and then a nose was at her most
private entrance, jamming its way into her anal cavity, followed by
a thick wet tongue. The creature lowered her buttocks back upon the
platform and with his giant cock he forced himself into her while
using his sharp claw to tease her clit until juices oozed from her
pussy. She was being ravaged by a pack of half man half wolf beings
and all she could think was that she wanted and needed more.