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{ASSM} Little Red Riding Hood <*> {Leo and Beth} {Mf MMf anal magic reluc snuff} 

 Author: Cincinnatus Eros
 Title: Little Red Riding Hood
 Keywords: Mf MMf anal magic reluc snuff

 This is a work of erotic fiction. Any similarities 
 between this and actual events or people is purely 
 coincidental. The events portrayed in this story take
 place in a perfect world where STDs, unwanted
 pregnancies, and so forth do not exist.

 If you are offended by erotica, or if this is illegal
 because of where you live or your age, for crap's sake,
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 warned!

 *******************************************************

 Little Red Riding Hood

 By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Bet(AT)linuxmail.org)
 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cincinnatus/www

 Copyright 2013 All rights reserved.

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 This is a retelling of the classic fairy tale, Little Red
 Riding Hood.

 This is story about Little Red Riding Hood and the Big
 Bad Wolf, but it's not the story you're thinking of. 
 It's a little bit different.

 In this story Red isn't a little girl, but a seventeen
 year old young woman. She was a bit on the short
 side, with young voluptuous curves. Her breasts were
 largish handfuls that stood up with youthful energy,
 and her dark, curly hair fell to her waist. Her ass
 was soft and round, and her thighs were just as soft
 and inviting.

 Red's name was actually Beatrice, but everyone just
 called her Red. She got this name because she always
 wore red underwear--when she had underwear on. She
 loved the color red actually, and most of her things
 were red also, or had red in them. She didn't want
 red hair, however. She loved her dark tresses, and
 kept her pubes shaved smooth, because her daddy liked
 it that way.

 She lived with her daddy, who wasn't really her daddy,
 which is a good thing, because he fucked her senseless
 on a regular basis--but only when she behaved. She
 loved her daddy very much, especially his cock--which
 she loved to suck and take into her smooth pussy and
 puckered ass. Her daddy had taught her well, and she
 was very good at pleasing him with her body. She
 wanted nothing more to make her daddy happy and proud.

 They lived on the edge of a large wood, and deep in
 the wood lived Red's grandmama. She wasn't really her
 grandmother, or her daddy's mother. She was her
 daddy's Mistress (with a capital  -~M'), and sometimes
 they would visit and her daddy would please her
 grandmama the same way she pleased her daddy--or
 grandmama would please daddy. But grandmama loved her
 little Red very much also, and they would have lots of
 fun together. Every once in a while, her daddy would
 join them, or Red would join her daddy and grandmama,
 and the three of them usually couldn't move after
 those times. Grandmama also had parties where people
 would come and all play with each other. Sometimes
 Red was allowed to go to her parties, but she only
 ever played with grandmama and daddy, and sometimes
 her friend Venetia, though a few special people at the
 parties would sometimes watch them.

 One day, Red was getting ready to walk to her
 grandmama's house by herself. Her daddy had things to
 do around their cottage, and grandmama had left some
 things behind when she visited last. So Red got
 dressed, covering her pert breasts and wide hips with
 her signature red, lacy bra and boy-shorts. Then she
 put on a white sleeveless sundress that didn't come to
 her knees, red and white striped knee socks, and her
 little hiking boots. It was a warm day, and she
 expected to be home before the afternoon.

 She loaded her basket with the purple leather collar
 and wrist cuffs, the big tapered glass dildo, and the
 two sets of anal beads that grandmama wanted back (she
 and daddy had plenty of toys of their own, and Red's
 collars and cuffs were all red, naturally). She
 covered them with a towel, then added a couple of
 pastrami sandwiches wrapped carefully in wax paper
 (grandmama loved pastrami).

 So, with her basket in hand, her belly full of her
 daddy's come and her butt tingling from his cock (they
 had played this morning), she set off down the path
 through the woods.

 It would take her about an hour to get to grandmama's
 house, because she had to take a long and winding
 path, following the river until there was a bridge to
 cross it. The path was wide, bright, worn, and well
 travelled, so she felt no fear as she skipped along
 the path, singing a little tune about tongues and
 pussies.

 But Red should not have been so carefree, because
 lurking in the shadows of the trees, a wolf was
 watching her.

 It wasn't a real wolf, but a Mr. Wolf. He lived in
 the woods by himself, and most people didn't like him.
 They called him Mr. Wolf because he had greyish hair
 like a wolf, and seemed to be covered from head to toe
 with it. He usually wore t-shirts, a dirty kilt, and
 boots with no socks. He also had a wolf's tail
 hanging down inside his kilt, which most people
 thought strange, but most people in the area were very
 tolerant of things like that.

 As Mr Wolf watched Red make her way down the path, he
 swore he could smell her moist little pussy. He had
 watched her before, and lusted after her very
 strongly. He searched his simple mind for a way to
 get his hands on Reds soft, curvy little body. He
 reached under his kilt and rubbed his growing cock as
 he thought of the things he would do when he had, then
 set off through the woods, taking a shortcut to the
 next bend in the path.

 As Red came around the bend, she saw Mr. Wolf leaning
 against a tree and working a thick stick with his
 pocket knife. She didn't like the look of him, tall
 and scraggly and thin, but she was a good and kind
 little girl just like her daddy wanted her to be, so
 she greeted him.

 "Good morrow, gentle sir," she said brightly.

 "Good day, little one! What brings a lovely young
 lady such as yourself into the woods by herself?" the
 wolf replied in his nicest voice, which wasn't all
 that nice. He almost said  -~scrumptious' instead of
  -~lovely', but caught himself at the last moment.

 "Well," Red said slowly, "I'm going to visit my
 grandmama at her cottage in the woods."

 "The Mistress?" the wolf asked.

 "Yes!" Red said brightly. "You know her?"

 "I know who she is, but I've never really met her. 
 Maybe you could introduce us someday?"

 Mr Wolf actually had met grandmama, but grandmama did
 not like him at all, and did not invite him to her
 parties.

 "I could introduce you today!"

 "No, but thank you. I have, um, somewhere to be
 today." Mr Wolf really did not like being this
 polite, it gave him a headache.

 "Okay, maybe some other day," Red said sweetly, and
 then added, "you should be going if you have somewhere
 to be!"

 "Yes, yes I should. I was just resting my tired feet
 a bit." And with that, Mr Wolf straightened up and
 started off down the path towards Red's cottage.

 Red smiled and waved, and turned and resumed her
 springy gait down the path. As she walked away in her
 own little world, Mr Wolf could not help but turn and
 watch her round ass cheeks sway underneath her dress. 
 Thinking of the warm treasures between them, he
 started to drool, and could feel his cock stiffen so
 it threatened to lift the front of his kilt. At that
 moment, he got a devilish idea; one that would let him
 poke his cock between those wonderous butt-cheeks.

 He darted off into the forest. He knew the woods like
 the back of his grubby hand, and could make it to
 Red's grandmama's house in 15 minutes, since he knew
 of a place he could cross the river on foot.

 Almost an hour later, Red arrived at her grandmama's
 house, somewhat tired from her walk, but still in a
 bright and cheerful mood. She let herself in, the
 door was always unlocked, and searched the downstairs
 before heading upstairs to look for grandmama.

 "Grandmama, I'm here with your things! I brought
 sandwiches!" she shouted as she searched the upstairs.
 When she didn't hear her grandmama respond, she
 pushed the door to the master bedroom open.

 Now calling grandmama's house a cottage was a little
 misleading. It was a very, very big house, with lots
 of rooms of all sizes. When grandmama had her
 parties, sometimes quite a few people would visit, so
 there was plenty of places for people to play, by
 themselves or in little groups. Or big groups, but
 Grandmama's bedroom was a special room, and Red was
 one of the few people allowed in it. It wasn't as big
 as it could have been, as big as the cottage was, but
 it was still bigger than whole upstairs of the cottage
 Red and her daddy lived in.

 There were cabinets and wardrobes and dressers all
 around the room; grandmama had a lot of clothes, most
 of them sheer or small, but they took up a lot of
 space. There were also a lot of toys, and other
 things that Red didn't understand why someone would
 have in their bedroom. There were soft chairs and big
 comfy couches. In the middle of the room was a giant
 bed. Red called it  -~Empress of the Known Lands' sized
 since it was so much bigger than her daddy's king
 sized bed. It was so big than Red and grandmama and
 daddy and Red's friend Venetia could all sleep
 comfortably on it with lots of room left over.

 It looked like grandmama was sleeping in the bed, with
 all the covers pulled up and a thin sheet over her
 face, hiding it from view.

 "Grandmama, are you okay?" Red asked quietly, suddenly
 concerned.

 "Yes dear, I just seem to be a bit under the weather,"
 grandmama replied in a small, hoarse voice.

 "What's wrong with your voice?"

 "Just a bit of a cold and sore throat, I'm sure it
 will pass. What brings you here, my child?"

 "I'm just here to drop off the things you left at
 daddy's house, and I brought some sandwiches!"

 "That's lovely dear, I'll have them later; I just had
 a cup of tea for my throat. What did I leave behind?"

 Red thought that question odd; grandmama was very good
 about keeping track of all her toys, despite the vast
 number of them she owned. But Red also knew how even
 a little cold could make her head seem all fuzzy, so
 she answered anyways.

 "Well," said Red, as she started to look through the
 bottom of the basket. "There's these two sets of
 beads. And this nice glass cock, I like this one." 
 She pulled the dildo out and showed to grandmama, who
 turned her head slowly to look through the sheet.

 "Yes, that's a very nice one. What else?"

 "Just these leather cuffs and collar."

 "Ohh...let me see," grandmama said in a voice not so
 hoarse, but still very deep.

 Red pulled them out and set the basket on a couch. 
 She held the cuffs in one hand and the collar in the
 other, trying to make sure grandmama could see them
 well.

 "Oh, dearie! Those are a lovely color. I'm sure they
 would look wonderful on you."

 "Grandmama! You know all my things are red!"

 "I know, I know. But sometimes a little change is
 good. Why don't you put them and see how they look?"

 "Grandmama, you know I don't use your things. 
 Besides, daddy might not approve. I don't want to get
 into trouble."

 "I'm sure your daddy wouldn't mind you just trying
 them on, only for me. If he does get upset, I'll take
 the blame, I promise. Now be a good girl and slip
 them on."

 "Well, okay," Red sighed. She didn't want to upset
 her daddy, but she knew that her daddy trusted
 grandmama, and he would do what she said, so it should
 be okay.

 Red set the cuffs down before she slipped the collar
 around her neck and fastened the buckle in front,
 where she could reach it, so the big metal loop was at
 the back. That's how daddy had taught her put her
 collars on. She then picked up one cuff, then the
 other, and with some difficulty fastened them around
 her wrists.

 Grandmama watched the whole time, making small,
 approving noises. When Red was done, she nodded her
 head slowly under the sheet.

 "That looks oh so lovely on you dear.  -~tis a shame
 you don't wear that color more often."

 "You really think so, grandmama?"

 "Yes, yes I do. Now turn around so I can see it from
 the other side."

 Red thought that a peculiar thing...but she did as was
 told. She was, after all, a good little girl. She
 turned around and stood facing away from the bed. As
 she did, she noticed that one of the larger wardrobes
 seemed to be moving ever so slightly.

 "Stay just like that, pumpkin. I have a wonderful
 idea!"

 "Grandmama?" Red asked. She was starting to get a
 teensy bit nervous. For one thing, grandmama had
 never called her  -~dearie' or  -~pumpkin' before. And
 her voice was very strange. It was no longer really
 any hoarse at all. But it was very deep still, and
 didn't sound like grandmama at all. But she still
 stood there, as she was told. She could hear
 grandmama getting up off the bed.

 Red stood still, her heart thump thumping in her
 chest, as she felt grandmama come closer behind her. 
 She hoped that daddy would be pleased that she was
 such a good girl for grandmama, especially since
 grandmama was sick.

 She felt and heard the click of a lead being connected
 to the collar. Suddenly, she felt her whole body
 yanked across the room toward the bed, her arms and
 legs flailing about. She yelped, but couldn't get
 much sound out as she went rolling across the enormous
 bed. She caught a glimpse of grandmama, or whoever it
 was, chasing after her, and as she stopped on her
 stomach, she felt a knee press down against her back,
 and the lead attached to her collar pulled her face
 down into the soft comforter.

 "Well hello, little girl," breathed a voice in her
 ear. This time, she was sure it wasn't grandmama,
 because she recognized it as Mr. Wolf!

 "M..M...Mr Wolf! Please let me g...go. I don't
 wa...want to get in trouble!" Red pleaded with him.

 "Oh don't worry, little Red, you won't get into any
 trouble, I promise you!" Mr Wolf told her, in
 sickeningly sweet voice.

 "But where's grandmama?!?" Red asked, now getting some
 of her wits about her. She didn't struggle; she was
 so used to her daddy holding her down that she didn't
 think to.

 Mr Wolf's breath was hot and sticky in Red's ear. 
 "The Mistress is out at the moment. So sorry you
 missed her. You'll just have to play with ME!" He
 was now pulling Red's arms around to the small of her
 back, and she heard the familiar sound of a pad lock
 being closed. She was now bound up, and wouldn't move
 despite her fear. Her daddy had taught her very well.

 "Please, Mr. Wolf. My daddy will be so upset. I'm
 not to play with anyone unless he is around! I'll be
 in so much trouble! Please!" Red begged him as he
 pushed her knees forward, raising her round ass high
 into the air.

 "Now, now. I think your daddy would be even more
 upset with the way you're behaving. Yelling and
 carrying on like this. Be a good girl and settle
 down. I'm sure your daddy wouldn't want you to be
 such a bad girl."

 Mr. Wolf was lifting the hem of Red's short dress up,
 and she felt cool air on her bottom. Her breath
 caught as she felt her red lacy panties being pulled
 down her thighs.

 "Please, I'll be a bad girl if I play..." Red's voice
 trailed away. The collar tugging at her throat, the
 cuffs pulling her arms behind her, and the cool
 morning air upon her smooth pussy lips all caused her
 to relax. As much as she knew that she shouldn't, the
 position was very familiar and comfortable to her. 
 She had spent many hours like this with daddy. 
 Despite her best intentions to stay true to her
 daddy's wishes, her pussy started to become wet in
 anticipation.

 Mr. Wolf had a very good sense of smell, and could
 tell that her pussy was preparing itself even as he
 shed his dirty kilt. His cock was at full attention,
 straining to get at the moist little pink bit of flesh
 in front of him.

 "Yes, that's a good girl," he said to her as he moved
 into position. "Your daddy will be so proud of you,
 being such a good girl." With that he pushed his cock
 into her.

 Red groaned as she felt his shaft sink into her. He
 didn't test and tease her little, tender pussy like
 her daddy did; he just pushed all the way in until she
 felt his hairy, crinkly balls slap her hooded clit. 
 It was a good thing that he was a lot thinner than her
 daddy, and not quite as long. It would have hurt had
 a cock like her daddy's been forced into her so
 quickly.

 Red sighed as Mr Wolf started to thrust his cock in
 and out of her. She knew she would be in trouble for
 letting Mr Wolf put his cock in her, but it did feel
 very nice. She did love having her pussy filled with
 cock oh so very much. She arched her back and rocked
 back against his thrusts like a good girl, and
 wondered if he would poke his thin cock into her ass
 later.

 At this time, I should explain that in addition to
 Red's grandmama and Mr. Wolf, the woods were also home
 to the Huntsman. He was a tall man; taller than Red's
 daddy, and very wide and strong. He also lived by
 himself, and it was his job to hunt the animals in the
 forest, so there wouldn't be too many of them. The
 Huntsman was very good friends with Red's grandmama,
 and would sometimes come to her parties. He was very
 popular; some people said that his cock was magic
 somehow; that he could please anyone with it, no
 matter what. Red wasn't allowed to play with him, but
 she had seen his cock...it was just as big as the rest
 of him. And she had seen what it could do to women at
 grandmama's parties, and she did believe his shaft to
 be enchanted.

 Now, as Mr. Wolf started to lose himself in the act of
 violating Red's little pussy, the Huntsman had come to
 visit grandmama. He was expected; grandmama had
 invited him over for lunch, and then lunch of another
 sort afterwards. He let himself in, like he always
 did, and was surprised when he didn't meet Red's
 grandmama downstairs. He was even more surprised to
 find the kitchen empty, and no food being prepared.

 He didn't really think much of it; sometimes the food
 would be prepared beforehand, other times they would
 have lunch after their  -~other' lunch. So he sat down
 to wait, hoping to to surprise the lady of the house
 with his quiet entrance.

 After a bit, he started to hear sounds coming from
 upstairs. At first he was a little annoyed that
 grandmama might be entertaining another gentleman
 while he waited downstairs, not even having been
 greeted. But then he started to hear the soft cries
 of a young girl, which he thought very peculiar, so
 the decided to investigate.

 He made his way upstairs, and went to the master
 bedroom directly, since he could definitely hear the
 sounds of a young woman and unknown man having sex. 
 He quietly pushed the door open, and his mouth dropped
 open at the sight.

 Red, who he recognized, was face down on the bed,
 still wearing her shoes and knee socks, dress hiked up
 around her waist, her soft round ass bare. Her wrists
 were bound behind her back, and a chain lay forgotten
 on bed, connected to her collar. Behind her, Mr Wolf,
 whom he also recognized, was kneeling, still wearing
 his dirty shirt, his fuzzy wolf tail whipping around
 as he worked his hairy ass back and forth. The wet
 sound of Red's pussy slurping at Mr. Wolf's cock and
 it slid in and out filled the room.

 The first thing that went through the Huntsman's mind
 was why Red was wearing purple leather. Then he pulled
 out his long sharp knife and exclaimed out loud: "What
 in the great stag is going on here?!?"

 At the sound of his voice, Mr. Wolf sprang from the
 bed, revealing Red's very pink, very wet pussy. His
 hard cock bobbed as he looked at the Huntsman with
 shock and horror. Before either of the two men could
 speak, though, Red's cry filled the room.

 "No...please don't stop! I've been such a good girl,
 why did you take it out? Please put it back!"

 The Huntsman regarded Mr. Wolf, and his still very
 hard cock, coolly. "Well, don't disappoint the girl. 
 Get back in there." He motioned Mr. Wolf back to Red
 with the point of his knife.

 Normally, having the Huntsman threaten you with his
 knife would be enough to make any man's cock shrivel
 in fear, but some people say that Red's pussy is
 actually enchanted, much like the Huntsman's cock, and
 the allure of that soft, pink flesh was too great for
 Mr. Wolf. He sheepishly climbed onto the bed and
 slipped his cock back into Red, bringing a sigh of
 contentment from the young girl as she was once again
 full of cock.

 Mr. Wolf soon lost himself again in the feel of Red's
 silken cunt wrapped around his cock. He almost forgot
 the great Huntsman behind him, and didn't notice what
 the huntsman was doing. Red, however content she was,
 did notice the Huntsman appear at a table, his pants
 removed and his enormous cock standing at rigid
 attention. Her eyes were half open as she watched him
 take a packet labeled SupraLube ,,� Condom, Xtra-Large
 size from a table, tear it open, and roll the rubber
 thing down around that massive cock.

 She closed her eyes again as he walked back to the
 back of the bed where she couldn't see him. Mr.
 Wolf's cock felt very nice, but it was nowhere near as
 nice as daddy's cock, or even the rubber or glass
 cocks that grandmama or Venetia would sometimes wear
 and fuck her with. She definitely was not going to
 cream for Mr. Wolf. She would just enjoy herself
 until he was done, then hope that daddy didn't send
 her to bed without an orgasm later.

 She didn't expect what happened then. Mr. Wolf
 stopped moving, just holding his cock inside her. She
 looked around her shoulder, and saw the Huntsman's
 long, bight knife pressed against his throat.

 "Pull out of her," the Huntsman commanded. Mr. Wolf
 did as he told, his long thin cock slipping from Red's
 warm tunnel. Red whimpered at the absence of cock in
 her pussy, but could tell that now was not the best
 time to complain.

 "Undo the lock," was the next command. Mr. Wolf
 unfastened the trick lock, releasing Red's arms.

 "Red, roll over please." The Huntsman's voice was
 much softer and gentler as he gave Red her
 instructions. She quickly did as she told. She laid
 back and removed her panties so she could spread her
 legs out to either side of Mr. Wolf's kneeling form. 
 Mr Wolf was panting, his dirty, scrawny cock still
 hard and dribbling a watery pre-cum from the tip. The
 grey wolf's tail hung down between his legs.

 "Now," the Huntsman said softly, but sternly, into Mr.
 Wolf's ear. "Back to your task. Don't disappoint the
 young lady, she's been a good girl."

 Red smiled at being called a good girl, as Mr. Wolf
 lowered himself into her and began fucking her pussy
 once more. She would have liked it much better if it
 had been her daddy saying she was good, but the
 Huntsman was an important man too.

 Mr. Wolf wasn't any better at fucking from this side
 than the other. He might have been a little bit worse
 at it, since his cock didn't reach as far in this way,
 and Red was starting to get a little bored. Her daddy
 would have moved his cock to her ass or mouth by now,
 or would have finished and filled her full of his hot
 cream. But Mr. Wolf just kept fucking her poor pussy
 relentlessly; he even used the same stroke and rhythm
 the whole time!

 Then Mr Wolf stopped again! And this time he yelped. 
 Red looked up to see Mr. Wolf's face twisted into a
 look of surprise, fear, and some pain. The Huntsman
 was kneeling behind Mr. Wolf, and holding Mr. Wolf's
 tail. It was connected to a smallish butt plug, which
 still glistened softly with the lube Mr. Wolf had used
 when he put it in.

 The Huntsman tossed the tail across the room, then put
 his hands on the bed to either side of Red's waist,
 still holding his knife in one.

 "Now for your punishment!" the Huntsman said.

 For a fleeting moment, Red thought he was talking to
 her, since she had broken one of her daddy's rules by
 letting Mr. Wolf put his cock into her, but then Mr.
 Wolf's face twisted around with a look of agony and
 surprise, and his cock jerked around deep inside Red's
 slick pussy.

 Red gasped in surprise, before she realized that the
 Huntsman was putting his magic, becondomed cock were
 the wolf tail had been: in Mr. Wolf's ass. Mr. Wolf
 rocked his hips forward, burying his cock as far into
 Red as he could in an effort to get away from the
 Huntsman, but he had nowhere to go. Red could feel
 Mr. Wolf ball his hands into fists, gripping the
 sheets as his insides were pushed about by the
 Huntsman's cock.

 Soon the Huntsman had pushed his cock all the way into
 Mr. Wolf so his balls pressed against the little,
 dirty space behind Mr. Wolf's balls. Mr. Wolf's face
 was a mask of horror, shock, pain, and insult; but
 absolute ecstasy started to show in his eyes as the
 magic of the Huntsman's enchanted cock took hold. Red
 could definitely tell the magic was working, since Mr.
 Wolf's cock twitched and jerked all about inside her
 pussy, and it had grown to be bigger and harder than
 before.

 The Huntsman leaned back so his body was straight up,
 holding himself in position behind Mr. Wolf and Red by
 the strength of his thighs. He then grabbed hold of
 Mr. Wolf's stringy mop of hair with his knife-less
 hand, and pulled the smaller man into a kneeling
 position.

 "Oh Goddess! My A-A-A-A..." Mr. Wolf couldn't finish
 the word ass, because the Huntsman was starting to
 rock his cock in and out of him, and he could no
 longer speak.

 Red was starting to enjoy herself more than she had
 since Mr. Wolf had put the chain on the collar. Mr.
 Wolf was paralyzed by the Huntsman's cock, but as the
 Huntsman fucked Mr. Wolf, Mr. Wolf's hard cock would
 fuck her pussy in the most delicious way. It was at
 an excellent angle from the Huntsman holding his body
 up, and every time the Huntsman pushed into Mr. Wolf,
 Mr. Wolf's pubic bone would mash her clit very nicely.

 Soon, the Huntsman started to fuck Mr. Wolf very hard,
 making the whole bed shake. Mr. Wolf's hips were
 being pushed against Red in a most harsh and delicious
 way, his cock massaging her dripping pussy. Red
 closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm build, those
 little electric tingles that spread from her mashed
 clit. She heard Mr. Wolf start to howl, and thought
 he sounded very much like a wolf as he did. Then she
 felt his cock jerk even harder than before, and the
 familiar warmth spread through her pussy.

 The feeling of being filled with hot cum, if even from
 nasty Mr. Wolf, was more than poor Red could bear. 
 She went rigid with her orgasm, her young pussy
 convulsing against Mr. Wolf's cock. She didn't make a
 sound, because she was to cum quietly unless her daddy
 told her otherwise. After the waves stopped passing
 through her, she caught her breath and looked up.

 Mr. Wolf was beyond help at this point. Between Red's
 pussy clutching at his cock, and his ass filled with
 the Huntsman's throbbing prick, he could not form a
 coherent thought in his mind. His eyes were rolled
 back in his head and a line of spittle dribbled from
 his mouth. Despite his massive release deep inside
 Red, his cock was still harder than it had ever been,
 and twitched every now and then.

 The Huntsman still held him up in position by his
 hair, and was slowly sliding his cock in and out of
 Mr. Wolf's helpless body. He smiled warmly down at
 Red, then asked softly, "How you doin', Red?"

 "Hmm, much better now," Red purred, squirming under
 the two men.

 "Would you like another?" the Huntsman asked her.

 "Another climax?"

 "Yes"

 "Could I? Do you think Mr. Wolf could?" Red knew
 that she was not allowed to play with the Huntsman,
 but then again she wasn't allowed to play with Mr.
 Wolf (or any man other than her daddy), and the
 Huntsman didn't seem to be mad at her.

 "Oh, don't worry about him." The Huntsman cocked Mr.
 Wolf's limp head to one side. The poor wretch seem to
 be completely limp, save for his iron-hard cock. "He
 doesn't have much time left anyways."

 "What?" Red was confused.

 "He knows the rules. He's been told before."

 "Told what?"

 "To leave you alone. Your daddy forbid him from
 having anything to do with you."

 "Oh. So what's going to happen to him?"

 Now you might think it weird that Red and the Huntsman
 would talk like this, what with the poor Mr. Wolf
 semi-conscious and pinned between her Pussy and the
 Huntsman's cock, but Red and her daddy had talked
 serious things all the time with her daddy's nice hard
 cock deep inside her.

 "He's going to die. The punishment is death."

 I should explain at this point that Huntsman, in
 addition to managing the animals of the forest, was
 also something of its policeman. The wood had its own
 rules, and Mr. Wolf had broken very important ones. 
 One would like to think that Mr. Wolf knew what could
 happen if he got caught with his hand in the cookie
 jar (or his cock in the pussy as the case may be), but
 as you shall see, we'll never know.

 In any event, it was pure coincidence that the
 Huntsman had been invited over that day, but it all
 worked out for the best, unless you're rooting for
 poor Mr. Wolf.

 "When?" Red asked.

 "As soon as possible."

 Now before Red had meet her Daddy a couple of years
 ago, she had been a very naughty and troubled little
 girl, with a head full of dark thoughts. Those dark
 thoughts were still there, but her daddy's love, and
 her love for her daddy, helped her understand and
 control them better. She could talk with her daddy
 about them, and he was never mad with her for having
 them. Every now and then, her daddy would let her do
 something according to those dark ideas. And the
 Huntsman, being good friends with Red's grandmama and
 daddy, knew a lot more about Red than Red knew about
 him, or even that Red knew about herself. Which is
 why he wasn't surprised with Red's next two questions.

 "Now?"

 "Yes."

 "Can I?" Red's voice was very small. This is one of
 the darkest thoughts she had, and her daddy hadn't let
 her talk about it much at all, let alone do it. But
 the thought of it made her very excited. Very darkly
 excited, so that she could feel her pussy juice push
 Mr. Wolf's watery cum out from around the base of his
 cock.

 "Of course you can, little one." The Huntsman smiled,
 he had been waiting for her to ask. "Do you think
 you'll cum again?"

 "Oh, I might."

 "Okay then. Now, pay attention. I don't know when
 your daddy will be able to give you this opportunity
 ever again. Now take your clothes off, you don't want
 to ruin them"

 Red unbuttoned the front of her dress, then pulled it
 up over her head with some difficulty. Her lacy red
 bra was easier to remove, and joined her dress on the
 floor some distance from the bed. As Red removed her
 clothes, the Huntsman cut Mr. Wolf's dirty shirt from
 his body, and pulled his own shirt off, leaving the
 three of them naked or nearly so.

 With that done, the Huntsman presented his long,
 bright knife to Red handle first. She took it from
 him shyly, and simply held the large, warm handle in
 her hand. Her pussy was quivering with excitement;
 she wanted to take a moment to compose herself or she
 would orgasm too quickly.

 I'll pause a moment, and describe things, in case you
 have forgotten something, or lost track of things. 
 Red was still wearing her socks and boots, and also
 had the purple collar and cuffs still around her neck
 and wrists. She was lying down, on her back, on her
 grandmama's enormous bed. Kneeling between her spread
 legs was Mr. Wolf, who was quite out of sorts at the
 moment. Mr Wolf was very naked, and quite limp,
 except for his very hard cock that was buried deep
 inside Red's little snatch, his watery cum oozing out
 from around his shaft. The Huntsman was crouching
 behind him, holding him up in position by his neck and
 pinning his scrawny arms behind him. The Huntsman,
 also naked, had his condom covered cock buried inside
 Mr. Wolf's ass, so that the doomed man was quite
 pinned into place. Red was holding the Huntsman's
 sharp knife in her hand, it's large bone handle much
 too big for her demure hands, and a very dark and
 lustful look was on her face as the knife trembled.

 Red was listening to the dark little voices in her
 head, ones that she normally kept away. The voices
 were very excited, indeed! Then, with a long,
 heavenly sigh, she took the knife and drew the edge of
 it across Mr. Wolf's hairy belly, just above his belly
 button. Her first cut wasn't deep, but it bled well,
 and Mr. Wolf's bright red blood welled up and dribbled
 down to coat her pale tummy. She hissed as the first
 warm drops touched her skin, then spread them around
 around with her empty hand. She loved how the blood
 felt against her skin...the warm, slightly sticky,
 naughty feeling.

 She wanted more, so she drew knife again across,
 deeper this time. Mr. Wolf yelped and his cock jumped
 deep inside her, but was he was held in place by the
 Huntsman. Red was paid no attention to anything other
 than the blood running down and covering her belly. 
 She smeared it all over with her empty hand; she
 pushed some down onto her clit, and rubbed the little
 bud with her bloody fingers.

 Her excitement started to build, and she felt a new,
 wondrous orgasm building deep in her belly around Mr.
 Wolf's jerking cock. The hot blood was slick on her
 clit as she rubbed it, and a wicked, lusty smile was
 spread across her face. She took the knife, and cut
 into Mr. Wolf's belly as hard and deep as she could,
 letting out a guttural growl as she did, her pussy
 spasming around the poor man's cock.

 The knife was very sharp, and cut deep into Mr. Wolf. 
 His squishy, snake like guts spilled forth and rested
 on Red's tummy, covering her arm where it lead to her
 pussy. They sat there, warm and soft, and roiled and
 quivered about. The sound Mr. Wolf made was
 unnatural, but Red loved it as she started to rub her
 little clit faster, squirming her arm underneath the
 warm, gooey viscera.

 Mr. Wolf's cock remained rock hard despite the pain
 and blood loss, and the Huntsman had returned to
 fucking the poor wretch, and fucking Red as a result. 
 The Huntsman knew that the magic would keep Mr. Wolf
 hard for some time, but he himself was getting close
 to release, so he knew that Red would have to finish
 up soon.

 His voice was soft, but stern--and rough with his own
 lust, as he told Red, "It's time Red."

 He softly took hold of Red's hand holding his knife,
 and guided her so that the point was against Mr.
 Wolf's left chest, just below the muscle. He put the
 point in a particular spot, and angled her hand just
 so. He had to slow his own thrusts as he did this,
 but he nodded to her when he was satisfied with the
 position, and kept his hand on hers, just in case she
 needed help.

 "Go in quickly," the Huntsman instructed Red quietly.

 Red took a deep breath, and, still rubbing her bloody
 clit furiously and with the Huntsman's large, rough,
 warm hand guiding her, pushed as hard as she could. 
 The point of the knife sank into Mr. Wolf's chest
 directly, with surprising little resistance. The
 Huntsman's aim was true, and the blade pierced Mr.
 Wolf's heart; the final beatings of it caused the
 handle to jump in Red's hand nicely.

 Very little blood came out, since the knife acted as a
 plug in the hole that it had made, so Red pulled the
 blade out slowly, watching the bright metal closely. 
 It fascinated her how the blood seeped out around the
 edges, but didn't really stick to the metal at all. 
 When the knife was almost the whole way out, blood
 started to fountain out around it in spurts.

 The first spurt of blood covered Red's knife hand and
 almost sent her over the edge. She tossed the knife
 to one side and reached up to pull Mr. Wolf's dying
 body against her. The Huntsman let Mr. Wolf's limp
 body drape over Red, pinning her arm and his guts
 between them.

 "Oh god, fuck me," Red breathed. The feeling of Mr.
 Wolf's sliced body on top of her, his hot blood
 gushing out to cover her soft breasts and tummy, the
 bloody mess of his guts squished between them, and the
 sticky blood running past her clit and down around the
 base of his spasming, still iron cock buried in her
 now very, very wet pussy was beyond anything she had
 ever felt. Her one arm was caught in the mess between
 them, her hand furiously working her button, and her
 other hand held Mr. Wolf's chest against her.

 Red's arousal was contagious, and the Huntsman could
 now lean forward and place some of his weight on his
 hands. Without having to concentrate on sitting on
 his thighs or holding Mr. Wolf in place, he let
 himself give into his lust. He started to ram his
 cock into the dying man very hard and very fast. This
 caused Mr. Wolf's cock, amazingly still hard even
 then, to ram into Red in turn.

 Red kept saying "Fu..." every time the Huntsman pushed
 Mr. Wolf's cock deep into her. In no time at all, her
 body went rigid with a massive orgasm. The look of
 bliss on her face was beautiful. It was full of lust,
 peace, dark thoughts, and wicked naughtiness all at
 once. I wish I could tell you what Red felt, but
 since I've never orgasmed while being fucked by a
 almost dead man who was being fucked by the Huntsman's
 enchanted cock, all the while being bathed in still
 warm blood and entrails; well, I just have no idea.

 The look on Red's face as she orgasmed was more than
 the Huntsman could bear, and he yelled his own orgasm;
 a sound that made every bird in the trees outside the
 cottage take wing. When it was all over, and the two
 of them had recovered from their climaxes, and Mr.
 Wolf had finished dying and had become quite still,
 the Huntsman pulled his softening cock from the
 corpse.

 Red just laid underneath the dead Mr. Wolf, still
 enjoying being covered in his blood and innards, still
 massaging her pussy slowly. She watched, with heavy
 lids, as the Huntsman pulled the come filled condom
 from his cock. Even mostly soft it still looked
 bigger than Mr. Wolf's had been as hard as it could
 be! Speaking of which, Mr. Wolf's cock had finally
 lost its rigidity and slipped from her with a squish. 
 She was happy, and quite content, the little dark
 voice in her head purring softly at being satisfied so
 very well.

 Soon, however, the Huntsman put a large, old sheet on
 the bed beside Red, and rolled Mr. Wolf's corpse off
 of her and onto it. Later, he would roll the sheet up
 and take the body out to get rid of it.

 Red just laid on the bed. The comforter beneath her
 was soaked through with dark blood, and her pale skin
 was stained with it. Her once striped socks were now
 a solid blood color, and she would need new boots. 
 The Huntsman went to the wardrobe she had seen move,
 and released a very upset and furious grandmama from
 within it. Mr. Wolf had surprised her and knocked her
 out with a stick, then locked her in it so he could
 wait for Red.

 Soon Red was made to bathe very thoroughly while
 grandmama and the Huntsman cleaned up. Red never
 really understood how they got all that blood clean
 off the bed. Her daddy was called, and he was not mad
 in the slightest when he arrived; he even brought a
 collar and cuffs of her own with him for her to wear. 
 Later that day, he made her tell him everything that
 had happened in her own words, while he lay on the
 freshly clean bed and she sat astride him with his
 hard, familiar cock deep in pussy. As a gift, Mr.
 Wolf's tail had been well cleaned and given to her,
 and she found out that the plug fit quite nicely in
 her little ass. She liked how it made her daddy's
 cock feel when she was full of both. Grandmama
 listened too, while she sat beside them, astride the
 Huntsman, with her pussy wrapped around his hard cock,
 and a nice, fat glass plug filling her ass.

 And they all lived happily ever after. And had lots
 more sex, of course
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