Edge of the woods (1765) (Beastysakura and squidley)

[Beastysakura]

Past the edge of the woods, deep in the forests sleepy shade, Adella rode.
Her horse was large but its lumbering steps showed its gentle side as she was carried through the woods. through the trees light flickered across her milky skin and brown hair, catching her eyes, letting their deep ocean blue glisten. The horses hooves carried her out of the forest to the golden grass covered hills where she dismounted. Happily patting the horse and hurrying to gather the last of the poppy flowers, she scurried through the tall grasses. The light passing through the clouds was the only thing that gave way her presence in the grass. She giggled delicately as she thought of what men might wish to lead her hand in marriage. Now of the right age to marry she was happy to leave home, maybe find who could make her happy? The light from the sun sparkled across the red satin surface of her fall dress, and her skin flashed its white color, all as the wind blew the grass from side to side. She turned abruptly as the birds tore through the grass and into the air. what had stirred them? her tiny frame still, with a squinted gaze as she faced the grassy hill to look into the distance.
"whos there?"

[squidley]

The great gray dark beasts surged though the thick wood, padding along almost silently, tongues lolling. They paused as the birds took start at the red clad figure upon the horse. The leader, a brute of 100 kilos raised his grizzled muzzle to take scent of the air, his golden brown eyes closing momentarily as he tasted the rider’s perfume in the air. His bitch, the mistress of the pack, stood guard to defend his throat from the others that might rip it open in the moment of weakness as he lifted his head. Her eyes were fixed on the meal that awaited the pack, still unaware that the beasts in the woods were there.

The air cracked with a sound like thunder. Bright blood blossomed on the flanks of the red clad woman’s mount and the animal flinched at the impact of the heavy lead projectile, a mortal blow having been struck. For a moment, the woman and horse were colored the same, yet the spurting blood of the animal would soon turn dark in the cool air, but not before it lay flayed upon the ground as the pack fed.

The darkly dressed, tall, thick man whistled a shrill note as he stood among the trees, easily mistaken for another great oak in the deep woods. The wolves advanced on the wounded prey as the weathered and worn looking man lowered his rifle to add fresh ball and powder. Snorting thru his short thick graying beard he replied to her question beneath his breath, “No one child, no one at all…” as the pack of wolves closed to feed…

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

Her eyes were wide as she gazed upon the beasts and their tattered hides. A silent scream inside her, in the fleeting moment of attack. THUD against the ground she fell her body hard on the dry dirt, the dry grass and thorns in the brush tearing through her tender skin, the budding cuts, blossomed with beads of blood, their slow decent down her skin left linear marks across her body. Realizing the danger she was in, the whiny of her horse waking her from the silent fright, she shrieked and scurried across the ground. She crawled and whines, her breath short, her heart beating in her throat. Never looking back only noticing the tearing of the red gown in the underbrush, and the tearing of flesh behind her, she began to cry.

Blossom

[squidley]

Leaping to the throat of the stricken horse, the leader of the wolf pack ripped it open stifling the wounded animal's screams forever. Shaking his great head, his razor sharp teeth rendered flesh and bone, spraying red gore over the landscape before tossing the dead animal aside to the ravenous delight of the blood thirsty pack. Pack member ripped into their feast with gusto, yet the pack leader pause only for a second before acquiring the tracks the fleeing girl. With a snarl he turned toward her and ran on, the few moments that had passed while he slaughtered her mount had given her a scant lead in the run for her life.

The pack members closed on her quickly, surrounding her. A half dozen killing beasts drew a tight circle around her, lunging and snapping at her, tearing rents into her bright red dress. However. she would not die quickly like her horse; instead the beasts were playing with their meal.

Before her tear streaked face the fang faced Lord of the Pack stood growling. The carrion stink of his breath made tight knots in her belly and her legs weak as she shivered in fear in the cold air waiting for death to come. The other pack members surrounding her took turns lunging in at her with snapping teeth and murderous voices of barks and growls. The bright golden eyes of the pack leader fixed upon her like burning embers marking the doorway to the pits of Hell awaiting her.

The huge wolf’s hot breath bathed her face in the cold air, gently blowing the loose tendrils of her hair aside and the hot fetid wind blew down the bodice of her dress. Death stared her in the face, eye to eye. Seeing her fear, the great beast shaking with pent up energy, prepared to pounce on the little waif.

“Hold!” came the voice…

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

Tears streaming down her cheeks her breath choked in the cold. Her pale and slender leg exposed to the cold, her dress torn to shreds, she whimpered. Her hands were covered with dirt and thorns, small droplets of blood oozed from the cuts in her hands.

With the stench of the beasts breath near, her stomach turns, but her dry throat and empty stomach turn up nothing. Too frightened to move she stares at the beasts before her and their hungry gaze.

Her sash slips from her shoulders revealing the torn remnants of her dress, her pale hip smeared with blood and claw marks from her teasing. Now the white threads of her sash was covered with dirt and blood on the ground. Then the voice, her head never turned and the voice was faint but it was still the same deep tone as the beasts before her.

who was there?

[squidley]

With the word from the man, the beasts backed off. Even the Lord of the wolves gave grudging way for the burly man. Experience had taught the wolf pack leader well. It wasn’t that the man was denying them a meal so much as postponing it. The man might play with this morsel for a time, but when she displeased him or could satisfy his lusts no more he would torture her for his pleasure. After that he would discard her broken body for the wolves to feed upon. Perhaps she would be living or perhaps she would be dead when the wolves finally ripped her belly open and tore out her entrails. Either way, her meat was theirs, just not today. The dogs of the forest stood back for the man, patiently waiting for this next meal.

Grabbing a handful of her long thick dark hair he pulled her up from the ground to stare at the beauty of her face, the dark blue eyes over a petite nose, her full lips kissed red by a few drops of blood. Her skin was pale in the cold light of the waning day as the wind blew cold from the north and the snow began to fall. He tucked her under his arm; her small form carried effortlessly and walked back to the remains of her horse, the curs following closely.

The wild dogs paused briefly from sating their hunger to assess the man and the young woman he carried, and then returned to their feasting. Then the wolves parted their way for the pack leader who ripped into the corpse of the dead horse with vigor.

Standing next to the flayed bones of her once beloved mount, the man held the little woman by her throat and ripped her garments from her body, adding them to the pile of remains lying upon the ground. The wolves snatched up the warm clothing and played with it like they were puppies once more, tearing and shredding it, soaking the rags of her garments in the blood of the slain animal. When all was said and done, no one would think the girl had survived the wolf attack. The tattered remains of her clothing, the few scattered bones, and the blood stained ground would be all that remained, and that too would soon be covered by the fresh snow.

The man poked and prodded the small woman. One hand about her throat held her aloft while the other finished stripping her. He used his free hand to grope her small firm breasts and pinch her nipples, already erect in the cold air. Then his hand went between her legs to the lightly furred muff there and pushed into her roughly. She was tight, even for a single finger to enter. He snorted as he considered, was she a virgin? Possibly…

Her rape would even more pleasurable if he were her first, her last as well. He would teach her everything she would ever need to know about the cruelty of the act, and then teach her the pain of a slow death as he peeled the flesh from her bones bit by bit. The wolves, his playmates here in the forest would not lack for sport either. She might find that the beasts could do more to her than just rip the meat from her bones with razor sharp teeth. There were other cruelties they could mete out as well.

Chuckling evilly at her pitiful efforts against him, her tucked the naked woman under his arm and headed into the cold dark forest. She cried and pleaded now. Later she would probably beg for death to release her. For the naked girl, it would be slow in coming

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

[Beastysakura]

His hand about her throat she whines, the small gasping, choking noises she makes as her breathing becomes labored. The gloved hand brushing against her wounds, between her legs it searches, it knows its course but it cares not for her sensitive skin, finding its mark and digging. The cold course glove claws at her, the worm like wriggle at first makes its entrance. Her tight insides make it difficult to go deep but the gentle girl yelps and coughs, whining louder her hips wiggle to escape, her legs work to evade the groping hands but fail. He lifts her easily and as they make their way into the woods she whines, her hands work to cover her delicate workings, embarrassment washes over her and she begins to weep harder than before.

"what are...*sniffle* you doing...! put me down please *she utters a faint droning whine and kicks and flails, slanting her brow and shutting her eyes tightly before letting out a fierce wriggle.

"plleeeeaaaa *hic* aaasee! *her cry slowly muffles as she bites her lip and she mopes.

"im scared" she whines softly to herself
"i want to go home.."
she looks up at him for a moment, his rugged being strong built and calculative, his steps strong as they move, his eyes fixed forward relaxed, gentle in contrast to his actions, but this frightened her all the more...what was he thinking...

"p..please...."

((to anyone reading, i hope you all enjoy the drawings as much as i enjoy making them :x))

[squidley]

Ignoring the naked girl’s pleas, the tall man strides into the darkness of the woods, the tiny woman still tucked under his arm. Pausing in the shadows of the darkening forest, he stops near his pack and the waiting rifle. Causally, he tosses the girl to the ground and pins her there with his knee, her belly and breasts pushed into the roughage strewn about the ground. The girl pinioned, he rummages in his pack for some rawhide straps, then grabbing the girls flailing wrists, and he secures them behind her back, tightly tying the leather thong holding them there. More rummaging in the pack produces the freshly harvested skins from brace of rabbits. These he secures around the delicate feet of the naked girl. It is not out of kindness he does this. A bloody trail from the wounded feet of the tiny wench would leave a spore for the hunters that will eventually come to take revenge upon the wild dogs for her death. It is better that no trail gives any hint to her survival, or more hunters would die for their folly.

A long rope is produced from the pack as well. This favored treasure to a man of the forest gets carefully tied around the slender throat of the trapped girl, a leash to lead her thru the woods, though none be necessary.

The man the stands, taking his heavy weight from the tiny girl’s back and tugs her to her feet using the rope, nearly strangling her in the slip knotted rope strung round her neck.

Looking at her for perhaps the first time as a human, he speaks while pointing at the wolves:

“Run – die! Fall behind – die!” the implications obvious as the wolves size up the tender young morsel.

“Come now!” he says with finality, picking up his pack and rifle and pulling on the rope, he leads the now bound and naked woman in to the darkening woods as the sun sets and the snow storm begins to blow in earnest.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She lies on the ground under his weight and as her feet are covered she stands, the leaves sticking to her chest she hunches over in fear as he yells, her eyes wide and blood shot from the tears running down her face. Her soft round naked form begins to quiver more, chill bumps erupt over her skin in a wave as she coughs, her teeth chattering, her breath finally visible in the chilled air of winter. Snow flakes begin to filter through the tree tops, what little leaves are left on the beach trees prevents their fall but most of the trees are naked, soft and pale as the woman's own form in the forest.

"what..."she whispers as the man speaks to her, she pauses to think and then hesitates not, to keep up with the man as he takes his large striding steps through the woods, his gun in hand, her quiet steps, and the wolf trailing.

She soon picks up speed, her naked and helpless being reacting to the fear of two beasts. The wolf stares up at her hungrily, as if waiting for her to lag behind, his eyes teasing her with death, so she moves closer to the man. She is dwarfed by him, like white rabbit contrasting with the dark dead leaves of winter on the ground. A delicate pet to be had.

[Beastysakura]

[squidley]

The walk thru the darkening woods was long and grueling. The man did not take the direct route to his destination. To do so would be too telling. Instead the path was complex and circuitous. By the time the little group arrived, it was dark and the snow was nearly to the young woman’s knees. They trudged from the dim night into blackest darkness of some cave hidden in the hard stone outcroppings.

Standing in the blackness, but finally out of the winter gale that had blown in from the north, the man struck steel and flint to tinder and started a small fire in a brazier. To the pitiful flame he brought a candle which once lit, illuminated the dark chamber to which he had brought the defenseless woman. It was an abattoir. Dark blood stained the ground and the heavy wooden table before woman was black with old blood. The reek of death was only stilled by the cold night air as the shivering woman looked about what might be her tomb. The wolves, glad to be out of the night looked her over thoughtfully, like one might examine a sugarplum on Christmas morning.

The man pushed her roughly to a corner where the gambrel waited. Pulling a sharp knife from his belt, he severed the bonds that held her arms behind her, but then force each in turn into the metal embrace of the iron hanger above her, locking them in place with the clasps fashioned there. He was cruel or uncaring in his treatment of his little meat puppet, for instead of facing her palms toward each other, he faced her hands outward in the hard manacles, so when he lifted her skyward with the rope hoist attached to the gambrel, her own small weight would pull and stretch her arms and shoulders painfully. She groaned as she was lifted up toward the dark ceiling, but no so far from the hard dirt floor.

He only lifted her just enjoy that her smooth belly was above his waist as his hands found her thighs and parted her legs. To stave off the agony of her tortured shoulders she wrapped her legs about her captor, just as he wished. He fumbled with his trousers as she sought relief, himself seeking to reduce the strain put there by his erect manhood. His cock free, he wasted no time and lifting the tiny woman by her waist, he impaled her on his thick meaty shaft in a single stroke, burying his cock deep in her dry virgin womanhood, taking her maidenhead in one savage blow. Thus began her rape in that dark hole in the forest, and he began to teach her the old rhythm as he lifted her again and again to thrust his cock into her by the light of the guttering flame of the brazier and the dim candle on the table.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

Wincing under the pain of her own dragging weight, as she hung in the shackles, she kicked lightly. Being lifted off the ground, she let her feet stretch out, her toes scratching lightly against the ground, her breath heightening as the skin on her toes scrapped across the ground, hope in her heart of relieving the pain in her arms.

Moving closer the knave that stood before her took not even a sturdier stance as she balanced her weight about his waist. Her legs kicked up and clinging to him she relaxed, her stomach tightening to relieve the pain in her arms. Her lips parted and her eyes closed, light delicate tears dribbled down her cheeks as the sigh of relief escaped her mouth, only to be met with his virility. A furrowing brow descended upon her face, and she let her mouth close, and despite the pain in her arms she worked to lift her tiny form up. His heavy mitts secured around her waist held her to though, and with what little energy she had to struggle she writhed, and waned under the pain from both ends of her body.

Tired and wrought from the journey whimpered escaped her lips. The tiny woman opened her eyes in agony to see the wolfs gaze up at her, their slinking heads lowered watching, waiting. At this fear overwhelmed her, her body wriggled and she clenched her tiny fists in terror. A barking yelp that startled the wolfs before her, was followed by her spastic twisting.

"nnnnhhyyaaaa!!" her voice warbles at the end of her yell, the strain from panic.

Her energy retuned, her vision focused, the dimly lit room was no longer a dark hovel of nothing. The guns, the ropes, knives, dirt and old stone floor. Finally her senses were picking up the nuances of the place.

She could smell him, the earthy smell of his skin, the course hands that had been sealed in their gloves, groped her hips. His face was at about her eye level, she glimpsed at his face, trying to read him, nothing; his eyes were not focused on her face. She panicked, her maw opened and she snapped, the light tap of her teeth clipping together caught his attention. He

His gaze met her eyes and their red flushed surroundings. She stopped biting. Her mouth hung open and she drew back her head, a wail escaped her lips, terrifying howl of a cry. She was humiliated, this was not the way it was supposed to happen, no one would take her for what she was now that this had happened.

Her thoughts trailed quickly through her mind, his incessant driving ground against her insides, she was soft and tender, new, unused, fresh and delectable. He would kill her in the end, after he was done...she would be disposed of, no one was going to find her, not in these forests. Against her upbringing she bit her lip and she laxed. She let her weight be carried by his hands, took the strain off her arms and tucked herself closely. It was better to support her soft body against him then let the gambrel tear at her shoulders and wrists. The grinding smoothed out, she could feel the cold air against her pudenda, the moisture slipped ticklishly out and down the tenderness.

He was warmer than she expected, as she clung tightly to him.

[squidley]

She surprised him, not her tears or her sudden outcry when he penetrated her, but that she did her best to cling to the man. It wasn’t only the relief from pain she sought, there was something else; warmth? Maybe.

Her body was cold, but the inside of her womanhood now ripped open by his turgid member was warm and liquid. Perhaps it was her blood, or it might even have the dew of her abused vulva, her wetness in response to the hard shaft intruding there. It mattered little what the source, it smoothed out the ride and her rape became more than just a way to satiate his lust, though it would do that too. No, it was becoming truly enjoyable…

That probably saved her life.

He was a pragmatist. There had been other hanging like her in the hooks of the gambrel. They had lasted only a short time, a few hours to scant days. Each had died in the dark room, the last impaled like this one on his hard cock, her hot blood spilling down his bare chest as he debreasted her with a long curve blade, her screams filling the room. She had pleaded miserably the whole brief time of her captivity, whining to return to the farm whence she had come from. She was the wife of a shepherd and had followed some lost lambs into the woods and joined in their fate; she became food for the wolves too, just a piece at a time. She screamed in agony when she lost her first breast, then the other, sliced off her body and fed to the wild dogs as his member filled her nether passage and her tormented death twisted her guts and massaged his cockshaft.

He’d had plans for this one originally. She was fine, strong and lean. Not plump like the wenches from the village. Her taught belly was smooth and unblemished. He’d considered using her for a while, violating her every hole, and then skinning the little girl alive, her belly a fine lining for his boots or gloves. He even considered her small breasts. Maybe he would taste them whole, slicing them away and searing them on the brazier in her full view while she still lived, then neatly slicing the morsels into tender strips to be popped into his mouth and slowly masticated before her wide eyes and slacking jaw.

No. Her tender clinging had opened a door in his dark heart. She was like a new-born wolf cub, strong yet tender, almost loving yet still dangerous. For now she would last a bit longer. She would stay for a time to sate his lusts and if this were not more that some foolish act, she might live longer than any before her. If not, her time would come too, and her death worse for the deception.

Contentedly, he continued to stroke his cock into her, one arm under her round firm ass holding her close and aloft, the other now caressing her pert breasts and bringing it to his mouth, where his warm breath and hot wet raspy tongue would meet her tender buds.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She had her eyes open, but he would not notice, she watched the wolves in the room, her head bobbing with the thrusting from below. The iron scent in the air caught her nose, then the heat against her breast. tilting her eye downward she saw his tongue escape his lips. The course tip kneaded her supple mounds, her mouth opened in violation, her brow still low on her face with delicate pain. The woman bent her head over, craning her neck to rest it upon his shoulder, her lips at his neck, not touching, but breathing.

Her breath paced its self with the man that held her. The hairs on his neck felt her breathing against it, with the lifting and lowering of her tender bits onto his manhood she would draw in air quickly a gasp in surprise, and a sigh in relief. She was frightened but her terror made it so that she was still. She knew that to struggle and flee meant nothing but death for her, if the man did not catch her the dogs would.

Her head on his shoulder her eyes on his suckling mouth, she loathed him for her capture. She warmed as she held close to his bulky figure, till in the chill the crooks of her knees began to sweat. Still she struggled to support her body, even when held up by his arm, but even in her aura of heat, she shivered when a dripping moisture left her skin, the tiny hairs stood up along her skin.

She shook her head lightly, the hairs had trailed along her cheek and its long length covered her backside down to her tailbone. If she relaxed, she could no longer feel the pain, the circulation to her hands was fading and the numbness kept them from bothering her. The scrapes and cuts on her skin had stopped bleeding, but their dried trails were left, and even then the motion of her soft sculpted form cracked their dry surface and the bits flaked off, disappearing against the blood stained floor below her.

She would not work against his advances, the thickness between her legs, the lip at her flesh, her eyes began to close, was she...no...she couldnt be...
Her eyes closed now, she shrugged her shoulders close together, let her brow lax and her voice scratch out her pitiful noise. The tears slowed but still trailed down her face but as they dripped off her cheek, it escaped...

"..ahnn.."

[squidley]

He felt her little quakes, hers sighs and the moans she made, not just with his ears but with his whole body. The little woman, no doubt a virgin before his assault, was as finely tuned as the most exquisite instrument. Even in her agony on the metal hanger she found the courage not to plead, the strength to survive and endure the pain she must be suffering.

He was moved. Most of the women who found themselves so impaled upon his cock and hung like meat in this dark abattoir had folded quickly and succumbed to their fears, screaming and begging for mercy before his shaft had first parted the cleft between their legs.

Her wet tears caressed his cheek, ran down his neck, but she hung there accepting her fate. She breathed in measured gasps like a runner at Marathon marshalling her strength for the long race ahead. There were no curses, no pleas, nothing to the man that would offend him and she showed no fear accept the flashes in her eyes in the direction of the wild dogs surrounding the man and his captive in the dimly lit cave.

He felt the twitches in her legs, the sign of fatigue. The same as he had felt some many times before as women had exhausted themselves on this rack of pain. He marveled at her inner strength. Could she be broken? Trained to serve him in the inhospitable wood? He wondered as he had first wondered if he could tame or master the wolves that now surrounded him upon their first meeting.

The rhythm and speed of their coupling had intensified, building to a climax. The fingers of his hand slipped from her breast and found the tender bud at the apex of her gash and in an act of kindness he’d never extended before he massaged the nub with his thumb to excite some fire in the woman’s loins. He doubted this virgin would feel the crashing wave of pleasure so soon after her defloration, but he thought it worth a try at least. Her first fuck should be memorable for more than the pain, for the true measure of pain could only be realized by those who knew the pinnacles of delight snatched away brutally.

Her last sigh marked the end of their union and with it the rushing urge from his balls to pump his seed deep into her womb. His cock gushed forth a white torrent into her belly as he groaned in pleasure. It was lost in his memory that last time a woman had brought such satisfaction to his lust and in such good order. His pistoning cock forced his cum deep into her and their mixed juices leaked from her hole.

He peeled her legs from around him, letting them drop to swing free in the air, her feet inches from the ground. Almost affectionately, he patted her hip on the side as he turned away from her and back to the brazier to stoke the little fire there to a greater heat. Out of habit he placed the irons in the fire, the ones so often used to sear and burn the flesh of his captives here in this dark hell.

The wolves were not un-busy either. One curious wood hound had found the small woman and had buried its snout between her legs despite her feeble kicks and was even now licking away the spilled seed and blood that seeped from her shattered maidenhead.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

AS he let her go, her legs swung to the ground, her eyes snapping open, the clank of metal at her wrists, the tips of her toes scrapped against the ground, the skin tearing against the rough ground. She winced as her arms jerked against the gambrel, and she watched as her captor stirred the fire and placed the iron in its contents.

The pat on her hip was refreshing in comparison to the dark damp surroundings, and at that point when he let her go she felt her heart sink. What was going to happen now?

Her eyes widened and her legs kicked at the wolf that had wandered between her legs. Its nose was cold and as it touched her petals, and her squirming did nothing but taunt the wolf, and its lapping nibbling mouth. She was afraid of the iron, and as it sizzled in the coals, she whimpered.

Her skin was pale and unblemished, only a pale birthmark beneath her breast showed. The liquid between her legs dripped slowly, it was thick and warm, till it reached her knees, and then only added to her discomfort as it cooled, chill bumps rising on her skin.

Quiet whines slipped past her lips as she twisted her hips and hissed at the dog, trying to shoo it away quietly. Her eyes glanced at the man and her shooing paused. The dog continued to lick, digging its nose deeper into her loins, but she did not struggle any more, she was too sore, to numb to what was happening to her to think anymore.

Her eyes shut slowly and her dry lips parted, letting herself hang limp she finally relaxed, she collected herself and breathed heavily. Tears still swelled at the corners of her eyes, and they dribbled down to the blood stained floor. She was getting cold again but only her shivers gave any indication.

[squidley]

The man fanned the fire in the brazier until the flames leapt and the coals grew hot. In the fire the irons began to glow dull red. They would heat soon enough to the bright yellow he preferred to play over the bodies of his victims. Then they would sizzle and scorch but not stick unless he pressed them deep into their flesh.

The wild dog had found his amusement between the legs of the suspended girl, but was growing frustrated. The thick sticky spunk that had dripped from her cunt had run dry and even his probing tongue could lap no more from between her pouty nether lips. Seeing the wild dog’s growing annoyance at the lack of sustenance dripping from the woman’s loins he snapped at the beast and called it away.

It was too early to have the beast’s fangs disfigure her womanhood. There was much pleasure yet to be extracted before she lost the use of her quim. Glaring, the wolf slunk away. His time would come, he knew this well, but it was a meal denied none the less.

The brazier brought some warmth to the room; it might have even be above freezing unlike the night outside. It was hard to say, the man was still dressed in his heavy coat, trousers, and boots. The girl shivered, suspended in air like she was. He would need to attend to her, or she would soon suffer the effects of the cold. Normally he cared little about a slut’s first signs of hypothermia or even the frostbite that would take the fingers and toes of the sows he captured. They never needed them. There were but three holes and a body required to sate his lust.

He returned to the tiny woman hanging in the corner and searched her body with a critical eye. He looked for the waxy signs of frozen meat on her tiny frame. It would be the marks of her doom here where no medicine could be found and frostbite led to gangrene; a slow painful death. Finding none, he released the rope that held the gambrel and the small woman aloft. She fell with a thud as he turned away from her, her wrists still bound to the metal hooks.

Returning to the brazier he withdrew one of the metal irons that had been set to heat, and then strode back to the still bound woman. He released her wrists from the metal clamps, and then waived the brightly yellow glowing metal rod before her face.

“Get up whore, move if you want to live” he told her, gesturing with the cooling metal rod toward the entrance of the cave, the blowing snow and cold air marking its place.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

Standing on the hard ground she rubbed her wrists tenderly and then wrapped her arms and hands about her chest, a little for cover a little for the cold. His motioning to the exit caught her off guard...She looked at the cold air passing through and looked back to him.

Finally she moved, her curious eye glanced back at him a few times for affirmation of her actions, but then continued forward slowly and cautiously, trying to delay the entrance into the cold. Each step she made the ground she found was colder, she tiptoed like a cautious doe into the dimming light outside, her eyes wide glancing about quickly for more wolves, her breast cupped close in her arms away from the chill, her hands under her arms keeping her fingers warm, and her teeth clamped tightly on her bottom lip.

Her tender skin quaked in the chilled air, only when the wind blew though did she really object to the chill about her. Tiny snowflakes still fell past her cheeks and to the ground where they melted, the ground was cold but not frozen yet.

As she stepped completely out, she pauses, turns and looks back at the man who had urged her forward, the hungry beasts at his heel, and the red steaming iron in his hand.

[squidley]

Her timidity galled him. He thought for a brief moment of spurring her on into the night with the red hot metal rod pushed between the cheeks of her tight little ass. He’d amused himself before applying red glowing steel enemas to the wenches he’d harvested from the forest and surrounding villages. How they had screamed when the cruel burning metal had boiled the shit in their asses!

But it would kill this little waif, the thick metal rod searing its way into her tiny body. That would have to wait for another time, maybe after he had tired of her company or she was no longer able to amuse him. Instead he gestured with the hot metal rod. She understood, and like some small child she ventured into the darkness, alone and naked into the world.

He followed. The dull glow from the hot iron was a distraction he didn’t care for. In the night it might have been visible for hundreds of yards despite the white falling snow. He stabbed the rod into the unfrozen ground where it sizzled and sputtered but finally dimmed out of view. The little woman was but a few steps ahead of him, but had no course to steer in the darkness. She looked back at him with uncertainty, so he strode forward, grabbing the end of the rope still encircling her neck and lead onward into the blackness.

He had made this trek many times, from the cave to his cabin home. The low rustic structure seemed hidden even in the daytime, a pile of old logs or a deadfall along the hill. The thick sod walls and heavy timbers were just a useful extension of what Mother Nature had to offer in these old woods and with a little skill he had fashioned a serviceable home from them. Pushing thru the darkness, they came to the thick wooden door that marked the entrance to his humble dwelling, and with a trick unseen by the woman in the night he worked the hidden latch that released the heavy wooden beam that barred the door.

Pushing the little female in before him he felt the warm blast of heated air from the large but cozy main room; large being relative of course, the cabin being mostly one great room with a few ante chambers for storage and supply. The huge stone fireplace held the glowing embers of the fire and the thick walls kept the winter’s early chill at bay. It might not be hot by civilized standards, but to the man of the woods who dressed for the eternal cold of the forest, the room was like a midsummer’s day.

The girl still shivered, chilled to the bone. It was something he would need address or she’d not last the night, the cold taking her and stilling her heart. She was not like the fat farm girls or plump village woman. This was a wood nymph, tender and delicate. The icy day had left it marks upon her unlike the fat cows he normally tormented. Perhaps it was another reason the man had spared her so far – she was a rare beauty in the rough countryside.

He closed the door behind them, the wolves still at bay outside. They would not enter, but might return to the relative coolness of the cave. Their thick fur gave them comfort in the cold winter and poor service in the warmth of the cabin. Visit they might, but they preferred the cool night to the warmth of the cabin.

He pulled her by the rope to his large bed that so fitted the heavy man. Made of stout timbers and stuffed with goose feathers and straw, the bed was cover in thick blankets and furs. He rolled the coverings aside and after removing the rope from around her neck, stuffed the little woman into the bed and covered her in the blankets and furs.

Then he went to the great fireplace to stoke the fire from the dying embers. Occasionally he glanced back at the woman lying in the bed, her dark eyes flashing in the firelight as she peered out beneath the covers at him. Was it fear there in her eyes? Or was she just curious what torment might come next?

Well, the fire was well stoked and the man decided that the hour to retire had come. Being no clocks about, that time was always of his choosing and with his new toy in bed, now was as good as any time. He stripped off his gloves, greatcoat, trousers, and boots. Even the woolen shirt worn beneath the coat came off, something he seldom did during the cold lonely winter’s nights. His body was thick and hard, like an old forest oak and showed the many scars of a life lived hard. His rough hands pulled aside the bed coverings and he crawled into bed with the tiny woman, and then wrapped the covers about them both.

He wondered if she would fight him as he encircled his large arms and legs around her, his belly to her back, spoon fashion, and as his rough hands found the cold hardened nipples of her pert breasts. His hard cock poked from his woolen underwear and with some small effort was pressed into the women’s still wet cunt and he began to slowly fuck her as his hands roved her body.

He could get used to this he thought; raping her each night, but then it was only a beginning. There was far more awaiting the girl, and soon…

The Squid