Girl In The Woods

by Aileen Rose

  He leaves the rabbit on the table heartlessly and comes to me.

  “How are you?” he asks me.

  “Angry.”

  “Why?” He reaches my hands and starts untying them.

  “Do you even have to ask? You left me here tied up.”

  “Didn’t I keep my promise? Didn’t I come back soon?”

  “Yes,” I mutter defeated.

  He takes me in his arms and looks at me.

  “Do you know how to cook?”

  “What? No. Of course not.”

  “I thought you wouldn’t. We have to eat though. And since you are here, I can’t eat as a wolf on my own. You will have to cook it.”

  I look around to see if there is someone else, although I know we are alone. However, I can’t believe for one second he is talking to me.

  “Me?” I ask finally.

  “Yes, you. I know you are from a noble family and you probably had everything ready by servants, but here you will have to do everything.”

  My jaw drops. He is kidding. There is no way I’m touching that dead animal.

  He takes my hand and pulls me to get up.

  “Come on, I’ll show you how to cook. It’s not difficult.”

  But I resist and sit on the bed again.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “I am not your servant. I did not come here to cook for you or satisfy you.”

  He smirks.

  “I think that from the moment you accepted that you wouldn’t deny me anything, you became my servant, didn’t you?”

  “No, I didn’t! How dare you? Do you know who I am?” I am mad as hell. I will not succumb to this. He is paranoid if he thinks I will obey.

  His look darkens and he heaves me against his chest forcing me to look at him.

  “What I do know is that you are disrespectful and disobedient. And that is something that we have to change, don’t we?”

  “What…what…do you mean?”

  “When you were a little girl and you disobeyed your parents, weren’t you punished?”

  Punished? Just yelled at. But in the end they always let me do whatever I wanted to.

  “No…”

  “Well, that explains a lot,” he says and I can discern a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, “You have to learn that when you don’t obey and you are being rude there are consequences.”

  He grabs me forcefully and places the top part of my body over his knees. He presses my neck with all the weight of his hand, immobilizing me.

  “No! Let me go! What are you doing?” I scream and jolt my legs fiercely.

  And then I feel it. His palm falls hard on my butt. I gasp. He is punishing me…Just like little children are being punished. I was never hit, but I had seen in the past other children being hit on their butts. But they weren’t naked. This is…humiliating. There comes a second one.

  “Please…let me go…” I beg.

  “Three,” he counts. I wonder how many times he is going to spank me. I close my eyes, embarrassed. I no longer struggle. He has the control of my body once more.

  “Four.”

  “Five.”

  Tears burn my eyes.

  “My parents will kill you,” I groan.

  “Are they here?” he asks and his palm falls like a thousand stings on my flesh.

  “I asked you something. SEVEN.”

  Ouch.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Which only means that you are using your parents as a safety net,” he hisses close to my ear, “No one is here to help you. It’s just you and me. I was going to go only for seven, but I see you are really spoiled. Five more will be useful.”

  “No! Please, it hurts…”

  “You should have thought of this before you defied me. Eight!”

  I hate him so much…Every spanking comes harder than the previous one.

  “Twelve.”

  He leans and kisses the back of my neck.

  “You know, I could humiliate you further, but it’s your first day here, so be thankful for only being slightly punished.”

  Slightly? Is he crazy?

  He lets go of my neck and orders me to stand up. He doesn’t release me completely though, still holding my waist.

  I keep my head down not daring to look at him and crying uncontrollably. This is something I have never felt before.

  “Tell me the truth. Why are you crying?” he asks me.

  I only sniff and don’t reply.

  His hand lowers and caresses my sore butt. Even this gentle touch feels unbearable.

  “Does it hurt a lot?” he asks again.

  I nod and he kisses my butt cheek closer to him. It’s a sign of affection I didn’t expect from him.

  “Is it better now?”

  “No,” I mutter like a little child.

  He leans and touches with his lips for several seconds my other buttock.

  “Now?”

  Ok, this is stupid. He hit me with rage only to play it nice after? I can’t stand his lips or his hands on my skin. I’m sure that if I try to discharge myself from his embrace, he will become more persistent.

  Calista, be smart. Play along as he wishes.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “Good. It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

  Yes, it was. You brainless ass.

  Calista, don’t lose your temper. Give him what he wants. Make him believe you have succumbed to his will. Make him trust you.

  He seems satisfied and can’t help grinning. He hands me a dress from the closet to wear. I remain silent while he’s teaching me how to cook. When he took the skin off the rabbit I wanted to vomit. Seeing the horror on my face, he promised he would take care of the preparation of the meat every day. My duty would be to cook it.

  He takes a cooking pot from the shelves and after he fills it with water from the lake, he hangs it from a hook over the fire on the fireplace. When he went out to fill it with water, I could have made my move. I could have run. What would be the point? He would chase me and get me back. No, I have to escape when he least expects it.

  I can’t believe he wants me to cook. I will never do it. I still pretend I watch him eagerly when all I really want to do is punch him on the nose and see him bleed. I have never hated anyone so much in my life. Suddenly, I realize he has everything required to cook and serve food. Knives, a ladle, plates, forks.

  “Where did you get all this?” I ask him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know. All these utensils.”

  “From your garbage.” He stirs the food with the ladle while he replies.

  “My garbage?”

  “Well, not yours in particular. But since I am poor I have to take the things that rich people, like you, don’t need.”

  Weird. I didn’t know that what my family no longer wanted could end up being used by a wolf that also becomes a man and lives in the forest isolated.

  After we eat – I have to admit the meat is delicious – he tells me I have to wash the dishes in the lake. I look at him surprised.

  “Please, go,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me be harsher with you. I have been more than I wanted to for one day.”

  With these words I bow my head and go to the lake carrying our plates and cutlery. When I return he shows me that I have to leave them on the shelves, so that they can dry. He sits on one of the chairs again.

  “I want you to kneel on the floor,” he says.

  It’s the last thing I expected.

  “Are you going to keep staring at me or will you obey?”

  I lower my gaze and fool my pride to play this game. Remember, Calista, this is not true. You only do it to persuade him that he can trust you.

  I sit on my knees with legs kept close. I’m wearing a short dress, yet I have no underwear.

  “Your legs…I want them apart,” he says.

  I close my eyes embarrassed and open my legs slowly.

  “Good. And your head should be bowed. Your h
ands on your thighs.”

  When I have assumed the position he desires, he tells me that is how I have to greet him every time I see him. Even if he has the form of the wolf. I agree willfully.

  “There will be rules from now on. First rule will be kneeling before me. Every morning, I will go hunting. Then you will cook and serve me. You are not to speak to me unless I give you permission. You will not look at me if I don’t desire. You will obey without a second thought. And you will learn to satisfy me in all ways. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “From now on, you will answer me like this. Yes, my Lord.”

  My Lord? I wouldn’t call like that any of my candidates and some of them were indeed lords. He is a beggar, an animal, a nothing and he wants me to call him my Lord? He must be out of his mind.

  “Yes, my Lord,” I say as loud as my dignity lets me.

  “Good. As you may have noticed there are no facilities of the kind you were accustomed to. No bath, no toilet. You will have to replace them with the lake and the forest.”

  “What?” I raise my head forgetting about his rule.

  “Bow your head. Now.”

  I comply with his order.

  “I don’t see why you can’t do it. I live like this and I don’t have any problem.”

  “But you are an animal,” I yell with indignation lifting my gaze once more.

  He gets up from his chair rapidly and kneels in front of me grabbing my chin with his hand.

  “So? Does that make you superior? Because you are a human?” At this point he may not be a wolf but his eyes surely resemble a predator’s.

  “Yes, it does. I can’t pee outside, in the forest.”

  He smiles coldly.

  “I don’t care. You have no other option.”

  Oh, yes, I do. And I will put it into practice as soon as possible.

  “You can wash yourself in the lake afterwards,” he pretends to reassure me. “Don’t make this a big deal. I know this is huge for you. You are your parents’ little girl. You should have thought that before you chose my path.”

  At that exact moment that I feel so disgusted by him, he leans and kisses me. Why does he do this? My stomach churns in a disturbing way.

  For the rest of the afternoon he keeps me tied from my neck to a tree, as if I were his dog – now this is ironic, a wolf’s dog – and he swims and fishes. Then, he teaches me how to cook fish as well and we have dinner. He doesn’t talk to me at all apart from when he is cooking.

  The fire still burns in the fireplace when I feel my eyes closing. It was such an intense day. I need to sleep and regain strength to go on with my plan.

  “Let’s go to sleep. You had enough for one day,” he says and takes my hand in his leading me to the bed. He lies down and pulls me close to him.

  “I thought…we are sleeping together?”

  “Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”

  “Last night…you slept on the floor…”

  “Last night I was a wolf. And you didn’t know I was a man, too. Please, stop this. I am really tired.”

  I turn my back on him as I can’t possibly sleep with his face in front of me. He doesn’t seem to mind. However, he passes his hand possessively over my stomach, pushing me against his warm flesh.

  “Goodnight, Calista.”

  “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight?”

  “Goodnight, my Lord.”

  “You learn fast. Now go to sleep,” he says and kisses my shoulder.

  I keep my eyes open with difficulty. I am so tired. Yet my mind races. Tomorrow will be my attempt to escape. Everything will go as planned. Yes, Calista, everything will be ok. You will be with your loving parents in your house soon…

  Chapter 4

  I wake up wrapped up in his heavy arms. It takes me some minutes to realize where I am and what has happened. My sore butt and my recently lost virginity bring back memories of last day.

  I can escape now that he is asleep…I make an effort to disentangle myself but his embrace is too tight. At some point he wakes up and pulls me even closer to him. The only reason I don’t scream is that it’s the last time I let him touch me.

  He kisses the back of my neck.

  “Good morning,” he murmurs.

  “Good morning, my Lord.” Well, I have to offer him what he desires, if I want to gain my freedom.

  “Mmmm…” he caresses my hair. “Do you know how much I want you and the strength I need to resist you? Just by calling me your Lord? But I think we must wait. It will be too painful for you now,” he says and gets up. “I have to go, before I am not able to control myself.”

  For a moment I think I have misjudged him. That he is a good man. A man that could be all I have ever wanted. Then, I recall that he is not a man. He is a wolf. That raped me tied to a tree. And punished me because I didn’t want to obey him. My determination comes back reinforced.

  “I am going to hunt. Can you pick berries from the bushes near the hut to eat for breakfast?”

  “Yes, my Lord.”

  “You really amaze me! This comes instinctively to you, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, my Lord,” I reply keeping my gaze away from his.

  “Look at me,” he orders, “Do you think I have to tie you before I leave?”

  “Anything you think is suitable, my Lord.”

  “I think I have scared you enough for one day. I am sure you have learnt your lesson. Besides, there is nowhere to go. Even if you dared to escape, you would never find the way back without me.”

  I keep my temper and fix my eyes on his, avoiding to convey my real thoughts.

  “I would never run from you, my Lord. I promised I wouldn’t.”

  He smiles.

  “I knew all you needed was a good spanking to correct your rebellious behavior.”

  I overpower my urge to roll my eyes in disdain.

  Turning into a wolf, he goes out. Quickly, I get out of bed and go to the door. I open it slightly and peek outside. He’s nowhere to be seen.

  Ok, Calista. Now it’s your chance.

  I pick a pair of panties from the drawer of the closet and put them on. I never got to ask him how come he has women’s clothes and underwear. Well, I’ll never know and I will never care. I put on my shoes as well and storm out of the hut.

  As he has already warned me, I don’t know how to reach my house. All I can do right now is to keep on running in the opposite direction of the lake, hoping I will reach a house or someone who can help me find my way.

  I run until I am exhausted. It’s clear I am lost. There are only trees, bushes, birds and squirrels around me. Not a single person. Not a single sign of civilization.

  I sit on the ground trying to catch my breath. I have to keep on running. He will soon return to the hut – if he hasn’t already – and he will come looking for me. I don’t want to know how upset he will be that I escaped.

  “So, here you are,” I hear his voice behind me. I’m shaking in terror. I don’t turn to look at him. I get up and run.

  Of course he is faster than me, but my will to be free is much more than his strength. As I hear him speeding behind me, I sense something different. I look back and he has turned into a wolf. This is definitely not good. He surely is even faster as a wolf. If he catches me, my destiny is certain death.

  I stumble on a rock, silly me and fall on the ground. That’s the last thing anyone wants to happen when they are being chased and yes, it had to happen to me. He is standing over me, growling, my body between his legs. His face is almost touching mine, his sharp teeth looming over my flesh.

  He is really furious. His eyes are darker than before. He growls and growls and I start crying.

  “Ungrateful bitch…You were mocking me?” he finally shouts.

  I can’t control my sobs.

  “ANSWER ME!”

  “Yes…Please, let me go…I beg you…What do I have to do to make you release me?” I say between my sobs.

  He growls again mad
. I swear he wants to taste me, to devour me. I close my eyes to accept his lethal bite. What I do feel though, is a weight over me. He has become a man again. Before I have a chance to know what is going on, he grasps my hands and lifts them over my head, keeping them in place with one hand. With his other hand, he opens my legs and takes off my panties and shoes, withstanding my desperate struggle to free myself from him. I scream at the top of my voice aimlessly, since no one is here to help me.

  He positions himself between my legs and covers my mouth firmly with his hand. Immediately he thrusts in me fiercely. I cry against his hand. His eyes look at me with rage while he is moving inside me intensely. It feels nothing like it did last morning. This is excruciatingly aching.

  As he gets close to his climax, his look changes. His eyes are no longer angry. They are filled with lust and they never leave mine.

  I feel so humiliated, so powerless. He removes his hand from my mouth only when he has come inside me.

  “You promised me something. Was that a lie?” he asks breathless, still inside me.

  “I didn’t know what you wanted to do to me,” I explain.

  “To help you find what you are looking for. Why do you resist so much? Why can’t you trust me?”

  I snort even though my body aches agonizingly. My back has been further scratched from the rough ground beneath me, my butt hurts from the spanking, but above all what hurts the most is my lost dignity. He knew exactly what to tell me in order to lure me to follow him yesterday. And he insists on weaving his spider web to enthrall me. To turn me into his compliant servant. He’s out of luck though. I have seen his true colors and I won’t fall for his tricks anymore.

  “Trust you? How can I trust you if you are so cruel to me?”

  “I can be tender if that is what you want.”

  He lowers my dress to reveal my breasts, caressing them softly while kissing my lips, my tears from my cheeks, my neck. He awakens with his touch sensations that I never knew existed in me. My former resolution to contradict him blurs under his sweet affection.

  Calista, focus. Don’t fall for his trap. Calista…

  Having lost every last power in me to think, I can only feel. And like yesterday, what I feel is overwhelming. I close my eyes, feasting on his kisses, on the sensation of his hands tracing my body making me elevate my waist voluntarily so that he can press me to his chest and delve into the source of my desire deeper.