My Sweet Degradation

by J Phillips

  Red watched as ratty picked up the basket intended for granny and began to rifle through its contents without due care or respect. ‘Flowers,’ he sneered, tossing the newly picked posy to the ground. ‘No good to me. How about you, brother; they’d look lovely in your hair.’ The taller one just sniggered in response. ‘Apples and pears?’ ratty said, pulling out a checked cloth tied with a string. ‘Nice enough, but we can scrump as many o’ those as we want. Oh wait!’ he suddenly announced, and Red looked up eagerly, hoping with all her heart that he had finally found something to repay her debt. ‘A fruit loaf,’ he said, pulling it from the basket and sniffing it with his pointed nose. ‘Mmm, walnut and plum, if I’m not mistaken. One o’ my favourites.’

  ‘Yes!’ Red declared. ‘Everyone says mother’s fruit loaf is the best in the village. Take it, take it please.’

  But the man just tossed it to the ground and laughed. ‘I think not,’ he said, fixing her with his beady eyes. ‘But hold on,’ he gasped, looking once more into the basket. ‘What do we ‘ave hear then? Now this I do like.’

  Red watched in horror as he slowly produced her undergarments from within, stretching them out between grubby little hands. The weasel laughed cruelly and Red felt her cheeks flush with the shame of it all.

  ‘Well,’ ratty went on, looking her up and down and wetting his lips. ‘When I say “I like”, I mean I like what is usually all wrapped up in such a pretty little package.’

  Red took a stumbling step back as he made a move towards her. ‘No, no please,’ she implored as he suddenly reached out and yanked her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy.

  ‘Now that I like very much,’ he drawled, and before Red had a chance to resist he lunged so that his shoulder slammed into her stomach and she felt herself lifted entirely from the ground. Poor Red tried to struggle but with her hands tied behind her back there was only so much she could do.

  ‘The fallen tree, brother!’ the weasel cried excitedly, clapping his hands together and hopping from one foot to the other, and Red felt herself being carried to where a fallen pine lay on the ground. In no time at all she was flipped over and draped facedown across the curve of the trunk.

  ‘No, please,’ she wailed, flailing her legs as she felt her dress being pulled up again and her bare buttocks left exposed to their lecherous stares. One of the wicked huntsmen clawed at her ankles and prised her thighs apart, and Red whimpered at the appalling nature of her predicament.

  ‘Well, well, brother,’ ratty said. ‘That is a pretty little one, but no more than a fair trade for our stew, I say. Now, the question is which ‘ole do I try first?’

  Red sobbed at her wretched state, salty tears spilling down to the forest floor as she lay there awaiting her fate. It was ridiculous; she might have longed to feel a man inside her, but not such an awful one as either of the two disgusting brothers, and not in such a humiliating way.

  ‘Go fetch the goose fat,’ he instructed his taller sibling. ‘This one’s so young and tender I think it may need a little greasing first.’

  Red begged they release her one last time but her protests fell on deaf ears, and then she shrieked with shock, lifting herself up as best she could on stomach muscles alone, as a slippery finger made contact with that most secret of little holes.

  ‘This one first, I think,’ sneered the rat of a man viciously. ‘It’s been an age since I’ve found a whore willing to give me her most prized possession. Why don’t you go make use o’ that pretty mouth of hers, brother? And if she so much as dares to use her teeth we’ll pull ‘em out one by one.’

  ‘No!’ Red pleaded to the sight of the sneering weasel stepping before her and loosening the thick belt at his waist. She watched, utterly disgusted, as he drew down his breeches and released his bloated cock. ‘Please,’ she begged, but he just grinned a gap-toothed grin and leant forward to wind a filthy fist in Red’s silky hair, wrenching her head up and back so that she was forced to gasp through the pain and offer her open mouth to him.

  The sun was above and behind him now, and because of the tears that stung her eyes she could not easily make out the scene before her, but just as she felt the tip of his cock press against her parted lips, just when she felt something bigger than a fingertip touch the secret entrance to her arsehole – and all for a few ladles of stew – she saw a huge silhouette suddenly rise up before her. With an almighty thud Red felt the weasel’s fist suddenly relax its grip on her hair. She looked harder through squinted eyes, but he just stood there with a blank expression on his face, swaying gently from side to side before his knees gave way and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.

  Unlike his vile brother, ratty was given advance warning of his fate and offered a pathetic, high-pitched, ‘No, please, we were just playin’...!’ before he too was silenced with an awful, bone-crunching thud, followed by a thump as he joined his brother on the ground.

  Red sniffed away the last of her tears as she listened to what sounded like two sacks of potatoes being dragged through the undergrowth, before she once more heard a familiar voice behind her. ‘What did I tell you about sticking to the path, you foolish child?’ came the deep, rumbling voice of the Wolf, and it was clear to hear that he was angry.

  ‘I-I know,’ she blubbed, ‘but...’

  ‘Let’s have no more of your excuses, young lady. You might think you’re all grown up now, but you’re clearly still in need of a good lesson in respecting the advice of your elders.’ And with that Red cried out as she felt the enormous flat of his palm come slapping down upon her naked backside. The pain was like none she had known before and she squealed and thrashed with her legs, but the Wolf merely held them in place with a single hand before smacking her again, and this time even harder still.

  ‘Ouch! Ow! Please!’ she begged, but the big bad Wolf just ignored her, raining down spank after spank upon her poorly abused bottom. With each loud slap Red would cry out and try to lift herself away, yet there was nowhere for her to go, what with her wrists bound so tightly and with her body draped over that old tree. Each stinging contact of palm against flesh caused her to tense and release the muscles of her backside, in a way that forced her most intimate of areas to grind into the gnarled bark of the pine beneath her. ‘Please!’ she implored again and again.

  ‘You’re a stupid girl, Little Red,’ he chastised, striking her with upward strokes now, in a way that lifted both cheeks with every stinging contact. ‘Is this really what you wanted?’ he questioned. ‘To have your body used by vermin like those two?’ Red’s tears spilt over once more.

  The Wolf’s punishment was relentless and her sensitive skin burnt like she’d sat on an ant’s nest, but then a peculiar thing began to happen; Little Red noticed that with each spank came a second, equally powerful sensation elsewhere within her. It was a feeling she knew well and it thoroughly confused her that it should present itself now. Perhaps it stemmed from a sense of relief that she’d been saved from such an awful fate. Maybe it came from the knowledge that she remained so utterly vulnerable and that her saviour could now simply take her as his reward.

  But deep down she knew there was more to it than that, as this unexpected feeling always accompanied the pain elicited by the Wolf’s hand and was entirely physical in nature. Poor Red gritted her teeth and gasped with the bittersweet pleasure of her spanking.

  ‘So would it have made you happy, Little Red? Would you have enjoyed having those two men take it in turns to use your body as they pleased? And oh, how they would have enjoyed you, Little Red.’

  ‘No, please!’ Red gasped as she felt the tip of a finger press against her grease-smeared rear hole.

  ‘Well is that not what you wanted? Because surely only a simple girl would wander away from the path if it was not trouble she desired.’ With each smack Red felt the ring of muscle around her anus twitch against his finger, and in a way that somehow only added to her strange desire.


  She squirmed against the tree trunk in an attempt to dislodge his finger, yet in doing so she only succeeded in parting her thighs that little bit wider and accidentally forced him to enter her, just a little way. ‘Stop it, please!’ she begged, but with nowhere near enough conviction.

  ‘What’s that, Little Red, you want me to stop?’ he mocked, continuing to spank her. ‘Perhaps you should have thought about that before you entered the forest. Perhaps you should have thought about that before you started showing off your pretty body.’

  Little Red sniffed and sobbed with self-pity, then suddenly her mouth opened and she gasped, tensing her stomach muscles as she felt his greasy finger slide lower to run against her slit.

  ‘You know what,’ he taunted, ‘I think you’re enjoying this. Maybe I arrived too soon and I should have left you to the hard fucking you would have received from those two. Let’s see if that’s what you secretly desired, shall we?’ and all of a sudden the Wolf pressed his finger against Red’s entrance and slid it all too easily within.

  ‘Noooo!’ she cried. Of course she hadn’t wanted those awful brothers to make use of her like that, but there was no denying her arousal now as the brute Wolf withdrew his finger and proceeded to rub her pussy lips, smearing them with her own wetness while continuing to spank her over and over again.

  ‘See, Red,’ he teased, pressing a knuckle to her clit and rubbing with a circular motion. ‘You are a bad girl, aren’t you? And you’re going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one of these days. Who knows, perhaps today will be that day.’

  With a final slap that caused Red to squeal indignantly he stepped away.

  All was silent and she remained utterly still while she felt his knife slice through the bonds around her wrists. She carefully moved her aching arms forwards until they too lay draped over the tree trunk, using her fingers to soothe where the cruel cord had bitten into her flesh.

  She awaited the next inevitable phase of her punishment to begin, certain that he would now take advantage of her young body as it lay over the tree; certain he would finally fuck her ruthlessly for being the foolish girl she so clearly was. Yes, she was nervous, but she would not resist him; it was only fair that he take his prize as he’d saved her from an awful ordeal, but as she craned her neck back, as she slowly lifted herself upright, wiping the remnants of her tears against the back of a hand, as she stood and turned around, she discovered that once again the Wolf was gone.

  She could see the two awful brothers, sitting on the ground back-to-back. They were bound together with a length of hemp rope, their breeches still gathered around their ankles, and they appeared to be fast asleep. Certainly not wishing to wake them she quickly straightened her dress, refilled her basket and headed back towards the forest path, kicking over the pot of stew that had caused all her trouble in the first place.

  Poor Little Red. She’d been taught a cruel lesson that deep down even she knew she deserved, but it left her frustrated and wanting with a burning intensity the like of which she had never known.

  As she stomped her way along the path she decided that she hated the Wolf. Once again she questioned why on earth he hadn’t bothered to just take her. He could have done anything he wished and she would have been quite powerless to resist him. She wouldn’t even have told on him and it could have remained their secret, but oh no! Big, bad Wolf was too good for Little Red.

  She marched ever onward, kicking at the undergrowth and angrily swatting at any fly that so much as dared to buzz within her reach, determined that she would ask the first woodsman she came across what he thought of her naked pussy. But alas, she met no one else.

  Finally the trees began to thin and Red could see the meadow grass that lay beyond the forest, and just there, in the distance, a little red and white dot that was granny’s house.

  ‘Stupid wolf,’ she cursed to herself as she crossed open ground once more, feeling as though her poor body had been wound as tight as a drum. ‘I’ll show him who needs a lesson!’

  As she made her way up the pretty garden path to granny’s front door she felt hot, sticky and angry. She gave a quick rap with her knuckles before entering without waiting for a reply. ‘Granny dear, where are you? It’s me, Little Red, and I’ve got some goodies for you,’ she called, trying to keep the frustration from her voice.

  Granny’s cottage was made up of two rooms and stood on a single level only. Red was in the living room, which was made up of little more than a small area for preparing food, a table with two chairs, a stove and a rocking chair. She continued through to the rear of the cottage, calling out as she went, ‘Granny! Where are you?’ She checked the large bed, but it was empty and had been carefully made with fresh linen. A pretty little washstand stood on one side of the room and there was a small door leading out to the garden on the other, but wherever she turned there was absolutely no sign of her grandmother.

  Red was beginning to worry, and went back to the living room, wondering where on earth the old dear could be. It was just then that she spotted a note upon the table. It was written in granny’s own unmistakeably spidery hand, and she leant over to read.

  My dearest Little Red,

  Supposing I do not pass you on the road, do please forgive me for not being home to greet you. I feel much better now and fancy a little trip out to the farm for lunch after all. Anyway, I will no doubt meet you on the way so this note is quite pointless, but should I not, I have asked a friend to stop by later to accompany you home.

  All my Love

  Granny

  ‘Grrrr!’ Little Red growled, stamping her foot on the wooden floorboards. ‘Stupid, old bat!’ she cursed, before striding back through to the bedroom.

  In all her years she had never known a day turn out so badly, but as she looked at the large ceramic bowl upon the washstand she was at least pleased to see there was fresh water in it. Quickly kicking of her shoes and slipping out of her dress, she washed her hot and dusty body all over. The cool water felt good as it ran across her naked breasts, her stomach and on below. With a sigh she began to relax, just a little, and as her hand smoothed its way across the gentle swell of her belly, she thought back to her adventures of that afternoon. For the first time she accepted that she’d had a lucky escape, but she still felt a nagging hunger within, and her fingers slid down between her thighs, with the thought that she might finally satisfy it.

  Just then, however, just as she was about to succumb to the gentle caresses of her fingers, and entirely without warning, the back door burst open and in stepped a giant of a man. Red yelped and took three stumbling steps backwards, draping an arm across her breasts and cupping a palm between her thighs in an attempt to cover herself up. In her shock she didn’t recognise him at first, as he was no longer wearing a cloak and he was clutching an enormous basket of newly chopped firewood tight to his chest.

  ‘You!’ Little Red shouted with anger when she finally realised who it was, to which the Wolf just offered a gentle bow by way of greeting, before he stepped still further into the room. ‘Why Grandma,’ she said, making absolutely no effort to hide the sarcasm in her voice, ‘what a lot of wood you have chopped.’

  ‘All the better to warm the cottage with Little Red,’ he replied breezily, striding beyond her and on through to the living area, where he set the firewood down by the stove. Red could see how he was stripped to the waist now, and the way his naked flesh was marked with several pink scars similar to those across his cheek.

  She watched him stand upright and turn towards her, yet she made no attempt to get away, holding her ground as he took a stride towards her. ‘Why... grandma,’ she said again, slower and without really thinking of what she was saying, ‘what... what big muscles you have.’

  The Wolf continued to pad slowly across the floor, fixing her in the grip of his milky-blue stare. ‘All the better to play with pretty girls like you,’ he replied, and all of a sudd
en she gasped to the sensation of his large hands pressing tightly around her waist. He lifted her from the floor as though she was no heavier than a sack of feathers and she cried out, kicking her legs as she was thrown back onto granny’s bed. As she lay there panting she gawped up at him, desperately trying to anticipate his next move, forgetting her naked condition. Her nostrils flared and her chest heaved. She swallowed nervously at the sight of the Wolf stepping closer and closer. She had never seen a man who looked quite so strong, so powerful, and it both scared and excited her at the same time. She watched him run the fingers of one hand through his thick mane of hair, and he smirked as he looked down upon her. ‘Why, grandma,’ she quavered, ‘what... what big teeth you have.’

  The Wolf suddenly pounced onto the mattress and growled, ‘All the better to eat you with,’ before wrenching her thighs wide apart with his hands. Little Red squealed with fear, and if he had proceeded to gobble her up like the beast he was she would not have been surprised at all. Yet while the stubble of his beard growth scratched a little against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, it was only the sensation of his tongue exploring every curve of her tight pussy that consumed her senses, and she clawed her fingernails at the eiderdown and threw back her head.

  The Wolf lapped Little Red’s cunt with a voracious hunger. He was not slow and he certainly wasn’t tender, and from time to time he even took to nipping her flesh with his teeth, but only in a way that would cause her to tense without really hurting. Then she’d relax into the bed once more as the tip of his tongue sought her swollen clit, expertly flicking and rolling the tormented little bud.

  Red had never known such bliss. It was frantic and it was animalistic and nothing at all like her fantasy of having a handsome farm lad gently lick her pussy while they hid from her father up in the hay loft. As you might well expect from a creature such as the Wolf, there was scarce place for tenderness and Red thrashed upon the bed, crying out over and over again.