Chapter 6 (The Girl in the Forest)

Red Riding Hood walked for several hours and felt tired and a little hungry. So sat on the log and opened her basket to get the food she’d carried with her. She partook a dried morsel, she tasted it as lamb meat and honey-cured ham. She also sliced the rye bread and drank from the wineskin she filled with water in a spring she passed by on her way.

After a small picnic, she started walking, still carrying the basket and crossed the river down the hill and met an unaware woman carrying a large basket on her hip, presumably going to the river to wash the laundry.

“Excuse Ma’am,” she started. “Where is this route heading? Is this the way to the town?”

The laundress was surprised but smiled. “No, you’re heading to backwoods, my dear, you aren’t playing dumb to me, are you, Georgette? You know you’re way to your home,” while shaking her head.

Riding Hood was stunned for words but recovered quickly. “You call me…Georgette?”

The madam turned her head again, nodding. “That’s your name, or did you have another name?” then cackled. “Pardon me, I’m just being silly being out in the sun, you should go back home before Old Lucinde becomes agitated again if you’re not back to your cabin at exact six, she will knock on our doors again and her other neighbors looking for you,”

The laundress continued to walk and passed her, leaving her confounded about what she learned.

“I have a home? And that lady mistaken me for another person?” she mused, wondering if the girl that the laundress mentioned was a par with her beauty.

She surmised that the girl was boring, being at home early and still living with her oldies.

“I wonder if I could visit them,” she muttered then shook her head. “No, I’m a free woman, I can go wherever I want, I don’t want to get stuck in this boring place,” and gave an unladylike snort.

So instead of going to the backwoods, she made a turn to the left, heading somewhere. Probably, she would meet a man and exercise another sensual adventure.

Just thinking how many men, young or old she will meet in the town, excites every inch of her, her lustful side. Making her feel fully feminine and completely human.

“I wonder if I could meet a man that will become my third taste test along this path,” smiling mischievously, she went on her stroll heading to her adulterated and wild journey to wear out her body.

Her borrowed body.

She didn’t know how long she could have this form, so she would cherish the time and spend it leisurely.

And she didn’t fail.

After a few walks, she spied a man, with a huge saw and rope, he was halfway naked and she watched as he was pulling the log he had cut and carried it with his two strong arms.

Her mouth went dry as she imagined herself being pinned in the tree trunk and hammered by the man relentlessly. She shivered, ogling on those sinewy muscles in his arms, chest and abdominal, eagerly to touch them.

So she walked near and acted as if she slipped and cried out. This caught the attention of the man and hurriedly came to her. “Are you hurt, lass?”

She wiped her fake tears and looked at the woodcutter. “No, but my ankle,”

“Let me get dressed, I will come to you and check your ailing,”

“Sir, can you please carry me?” she begged with her doe eyes.

The man was stunned as if struck by lightning when she exposed her legs nearing her inner thigh.

After a few moments, they were clawing, discarding their clothes and skin to skin, they rolled to the ground, the woodcutter unleashed his weapon and with a careful thrust, they both sighed and the rutting followed.

Toppled with the man’s solid rock frame, she wrapped her legs around him and welcomed his every thrust, tilting her pelvis and rocking her hips forward. The woodcutter went wilder, he took the pace a bit faster and pushed deep.

She gasped for air when he filled her up, pounding to the ground, her eyes went heavenward as she felt her inners being satisfied, meeting all the qualities she was looking for and gaining a euphoric state.

She moaned and cried for more. The woodcutter enthusiastically gave her every need and happily obliged to satiate both of them.

Their screams for glory and the passionate act of romance reached every corner and could even awaken the dead.

Their passion and and youthful vigor aligned, it took them a few more hours, positions and foreplays before they reached heaven’s gate.

Delighted and excessively full, Riding Hood looked at the man who fully made her come in different positions and crave for more. She caressed his broad wide chests filled with chestnut hair and his face exuding manly beauty.

“You’re better, Fausto, no, you’re great,” she giggled.

The woodcutter was fast asleep, worn out from their vigorous lovemaking and sensual playing.

“I could stay here with you but, I need to go,” giving him one last kiss before she sat up, feeling the aftereffects of their tedious intercourse.

Her body was really pushed to its limits, her pelvic bone was tenderly aching, her legs were shaking and the heart of her sex was still throbbing. She could still feel him inside her, pushing deep and tickling her inside.

She shivered with glee, knowing he had made her fully a woman of lust. A desirable, slutty woman. While riding on that thought, she started dressing up and was careful not to wake the sleeping woodcutter.

She also looked at his belongings and took something she would need to get by on her journey to town. She didn’t take his money instead, his packed meal wrapped in waxed paper and clean cloth then took a good look at the carved wood which depicted a figure of a woman, she smiled playfully knowing he was betrothed and he engaged in a wild encounter with her.

“I wonder if he is married to this woman, probably not, he wouldn’t jump on me if he is faithful,” laughing while she put it all back into the satchel and carried the loot put them to her basket.

Well, who could deny her? Was there anyone who could resist her charm and request especially when naked? No one, she convinced herself.

She gave one final glance at the woodcutter where she left him naked and sleeping, she blew a goodbye kiss in the air and turned away.

She cavorted to the forest, unknowingly that she had spectator, shocked by the unladylike behavior she just demonstrated.

Riding Hood took the long way to her smutty adventure of wilderness aiming to satisfy her craving for men. Their virility and passionate affection invigorates her, a quality that is innate within her. She eats men’s vital energy and preys on their lustful desires.

A being that does not belong to the face of the earth but the creature that crawls at night, hunting, patiently waiting for someone’s call of a vicious and sinful request of worldly desire.

Riding Hood was ecstatic, rejoicing her new being, having flesh is a blessing, and having a face like hers is a curse to men.

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After a few more tiring walks and passing another woodland and riverbank, she reached the thoroughfare and walked on foot before she encountered a wagon that was also heading to town.

Drawn by horse and loaded with goods such as a barrel of liquor, she talked to the burly coachman and asked if she could get a free ride.

The man frowned, seeing she had nothing to produce fair trading and looked like a lost fair maiden, asked what she could give in return, she just smiled and the negotiation went to another round of hump and thump.

The burly man drove her body to numerous, vigorous and merciless ruts, taking her every time they passed a crossroad path, stopping by to fulfill his need, sometimes at the back of the wagon, which made the goods bump and send the whole wagon rocking and oftentimes at the back of the tree, taking her from behind or pinning her while grimacing at his ugly coming face, enduring his death weight when he was finished. Her travel took a long way, not to mention, painfully disgusting, she insisted on wearing the pink rubber to prevent him from siring her a babe.

He was a hideous-looking human, with a bulgy beer belly, foul smell and brute ways to get his thing done, the old man, Hydell was far more bearable than him in comparison. Also, a sloppy kisser so she ditched the kissing part and got down to their business, straight and with no feelings.

She felt dejected and abused but, food is food, he managed to give her insatiable appetite a boost, always knocked off whenever he released his seed coming for his crooked phallus.

Like her old trick, she stole goods from him while he was snoring and heavily drunk from their last body session. She got dressed, took her old stuff and newly acquired horse and possessions then ran away, leaving the burly coachman naked in the wild and losing some of his indispensable goods.

Riding her submissive saddled horse, she reached the town by dusk, her travel was far from over for she had to find a place to sleep, she thought she could drop by in a tavern she passed by on her way down, but it was filled with drunken men and other whore looking for a lonely soul needing their affection.

She was far reasonable from having that desperation and the act of begging is not her style. She wants them all coming for her, not the other way around.

She is slutty for a choice, not the options left to make ends meet. Well, she enjoyed men and their lustful eyes feasting on her beauty. She even seduced them to have intercourse with her.

She’s shameless and vulgar, that’s how she knows how to do it and stays in her state of mind until someone changes it otherwise.

Riding Hood was tired, due to the long journey and other stuff. Her misadventure with the last man she lain with and the first one she ate the morning gave her a confident boost, she’s doing great and getting all that she can get.

On her second day of exploring her human form, the first one, the huntsman who deflowered her, and the third one, the woodcutter who showered her with passionate love gave her the highest satisfaction.

Concluding that in order to fulfill her needs, she must find those kinds of men, those who were not that old, but not immature and inexperienced.

Like the one, she picked and chose to stumble in the hay just to finish the night and call it a day. The stable boy was too short for her liking and too quick to finish, it was just a short period, and she was not even feeling herself aroused yet.

She surmised it was his first time with a girl. So she left him in the stable, where they’d shared their little quickie and stalled the horse for the morning, she would pick it up.

Disgusted and frustrated, she stormed out and strolled the cobblestoned street and searched for a place to sleep.

On her idle searching, she stumbled upon a fine man, wearing nice clothing and a suave speaking manner with a distinct tone telling her that he was not native to this place. From his clothing and refined gesture, she smiled to herself, knowing she found her next target.

He asked her if he could buy her a drink but she declined, then he asked if she wanted something to eat, she said she was full and a bit sleepy due to traveling and other things entangled with it, so when he asked if she had a place in mind to rest her gorgeous body she giggled.

“I haven’t found a place, can you suggest, because I am new to this, away from home and traveling alone,”

The refined man smiled, thinking he was winning the game. “I could share my lodging with you, I’m also alone and I could use some company,”

She giggled once more and stayed in their flirtatious game.

After a few minutes of persiflage, they were both attacking and scratching, peeling their clothes aggressively while their lips were not leaving each other lonely.

In kiss-laden steps, they reached the bedroom, he pinned her to the door jamb and thrust in, she gasped then sighed in relief before he rocked his solid form into her body.

Unannounced and pure of aggression, he growled. “You’re pretty slippery, little lass,” then devilishly laughed. She joined him and spoke huskily.

“You’re manner was kind of different when we are all alone, Salvatore,” then rocked her hips to give him more access to her uncharted region and to reach her depth.

He chuckled and tugged her even closer, shoving her skirt, it tore open because of his uncontrollable eagerness.

She moaned and tilted her head upward, he kissed her neck, slickly caressing her with his tongue before he bumped and thumped her pelvis to meet her nerve endings.

She screamed and pulled him back, her nails digging into his flesh as he continued to ram her relentlessly.

Soon, they chose to change the venue and lie down on the mattress, she saw how he was so good at what he was doing, probably seducing young wench like her and taking their maidenhead as his prowess game.

They switched positions, took their lust to the highest level and her heightening appetite for man’s love was once again reinvigorated. They didn’t take any crumbs and let loose their intention to satisfy both in their carnal activity.

Equipped with props, he demonstrated a kind of love that was both painful and exciting. He tied her up in the four corners of the bedposts spreading her wide and powerless, slapping her buttocks until it turned red. He thrust in while she was writhing and bound with laces and chains. Gagged by a cloth, muting her every scream. He was her counterpart monster.

They brought the night of pleasure a new name. She took all of the new learnings from him, the stranger she stumbled in and brought her to a new wonderland.

A las, his optimal strength waned and dropped his death weight on top of her, they finished their business at dawn, she never had the chance to get some sleep but she was fully happy and recharged.

A devilish smile cracked on her face, thinking she was really blessed to have flesh and a face, as deadly dangerous as she looked, and as deliciously tasty as a newly baked pie.

*A/N*

Just so you know, BDSM or Bondage Discipline, Dominance Sado-Masochism was actually practiced in earlier days around 5th Century and popularized in clandestine 14 Century. The medieval phenomenon of courtly love in all of its slavish devotion and ambivalence has been suggested by some writers to be a precursor of BDSM. And was way brutal and painful than the modern day like, but copper engraving on your skin? Anyway, I didn't elaborate that act because I'm really not a fan of it but, to somehow show how rambunctious the character is, jumping from one guy to another like hell no, kid, you have too much itch in you girl? Hahaha.

Fun fact: Did you know that Cleopatra, the Egyptian ruler had the penchant of putting bees on a box and placing the box to her private area (genitalia) as part of her masturbation? I think she unconsciously invented a vibrator by accident or, she was just being resourceful just like my character hahaha. So you now you know.