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Thread: The Wolf & The Rabbit

The little minx was gone like a speeding arrow. The Wolf gave a little grin, and began his chase with a gentle jog. His long strides would quickly overtake the little girls rapid, but short ones. As he jogged, allowing her to be free much longer then any of her fathers guards would have, he savored the moment. There was a simple... Joy? That he took in her innocence. The small giggles, the laughter, and the squeals of joy as she ran from her 'imaginary' captor. Only, soon she would find out that there was nothing imaginary about him, and that was what he savored. That shocked disbelief that would soon cross her absolutely innocent and purely unknowing, angelic face. Sir Bastian sped up slightly as they approached a river a turn to the left would take them much closer to the King's castle. A turn to the right would drive them deeper into the woods. Wondering, for a moment, if the girl had realized the true danger she was in he hung back again slowing down and letting her choose the course. Did she still think he was playing? Had she been close enough to see his face and the ugly battle scars, the features that made him evil and very much unlike any of her fathers guards or her babysitters. If she had, she would turn right. If she had not, he was almost certain they would turn left. She was such a playful, fearless soul, it was almost terrible. He smiled. The things I'm going to do to her... Are terrible.
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It was almost a daily occurrence.. Her father would send one of his guards to go and fetch his wayward princess... Usually she would hear him huffing and puffing and cursing under his breath as he chased her through the forest. But this time she was only vaguely aware that she didn't hear the usual curses uttered at her as the guard gave chase. A new guard she giggled to her self as she jumped over the stream... making easy work of hopping from one rock to the other with graceful ease.. Normally she would hear the guard splashing and swearing behind her but none came this time as he stay close behind her. As she rounded the bend she could see the gates of the castle... looking up .. it was still early barely past noon... there was no way she was going to let this new guard take her in yet.. hell she had only been out for less then an hour.. As she rounded the bend instead of staying to the right she took a sharp turn towards the left heading towards the ravine .. surrounded by steep cliffs she always managed to lose the guards there ... though she was small and agile she could scale the walls of the cliff with no problem .. but the guards where always to big and bulky to make it up the steep sides of the cliffs so they would always be left in the dust. She could see the ravine right in front of her.. her tiny legs pumping as fast as she could ... her long red hair flying out behind her. She saw the outcropping of rocks.. flinging herself towards them ready to scale the rock wall.
Thread: The Wolf & The Rabbit

The Wolf's eyes, for a moment, focused entirely too hard on the thin legs running hard from underneath the dress they reached the ground from. He imagined, for a moment, spreading them and laying his large body between them. Pushing himself inside of her majesty's nubile, young body. The thoughts vanished at the same time that the Princess herself did, as she basically walked up one of the vertical cliffs. Sir Bastian was impressed, but not amused he determinedly grunted and set his face. Leaping onto the sheer face of the cliff, catching a handhold, and single foothold with ease. It was a bit harder to find two more, but by then he was almost close enough to simply throw his body up high and grasp the very top of the cliff. He pulled his massive frame over the edge easily with powerful arms and unshakable grip. As he rose to his feet. He caught sight of the girls pretty face. Her eyes met his, and he smiled. The girl froze, her eyes widened, and The Wolf showed his teeth. Darting forward he snatched her slim arm before she could run any further, and spun her around into his massive frame. She barely reached his chest, so he knelt in front of her and grabbed both of her slim shoulders. Giving her a little shake, he spoke in a deep, raspy voice that was known to give even King's Prince's the shivers. You've wandered very far from home my dear little Rabbit... Tilting his head to the side, his eyes tried to see through her. What is your name, little one?
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She turned facing the cliff waiting for one of her fathers guards to appear over the ridge. But instead the face she saw sent shivers down to her bones. Good lord where is my father getting these guards from she quickly thought to her self just before the large man jumped over the ledge of the cliff .. For being so big he was incredibly fast and fast. Roughly grabbing her, there was nothing gentle about the way he gripped her shoulders .. even through her cloths she could feel his strong calloused hands.. she gave out a little Shrek, What do you think your doing? Get your dirty hands off me this instant or... or .. I'll tell my father. she shouted at the Wolf. Whaaa..what do you mean who am I? You know damn well who I am! she told him, Why.. why I'm princess Cassandra that's who I am! Now get your hands off of me! She lifted her head and held her chin out in defiance while she tried to pull out of his strong grasp.
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The childish, but pointed chin she gave him was begging for a smack. So he gave her one sending her small frame to the forest floor with the amount of force he placed behind the strike. The truth was he'd never seen the Princess Cassandra before, nor had he cared much about her name, or her heritage. In fact her fathers Kingdom had hardly ever been a concern of Sir Bastian's, so when he was told whom to capture and where to capture her, those that hired him had simply assumed he knew who the girl was. In reality, there was no point in telling them that he did not actually know, because he was going to figure it out sooner rather then later. The fact that Cassandra gave her own names, and confirmed what he already knew, was just a little bonus. Now, seeing the look on her face after he'd struck her that was the real payoff. The shock crossing her features, and making her eyes swim was really quite enjoyable. He bent over before she could react, and pinned her to the forest floor. One massive hand covering her mouth, and the other placed directly on her thin chest. Pressing her body into the ground, and keeping her mouth shut. Leaning close, until his face filled her entire vision, he spoke softly as always did. If you're quiet. I won't have to hurt you again... Do you understand me? He eased up on her head, but kept her mouth covered allowing her to nod her head if she wished. Meanwhile, taking his other hand, he reached into his pocket to remove an old rag. Which he began to scrunch into a ball, before placing it against her lips. Then he replaced his hand with the cloth, forcing it deep into her mouth. Simply sitting on her tiny frame, he used both hands now to bind another cloth around her face holding the ball in her mouth. We're going for a walk... And if you even think about escaping, I'm going to hurt you. Terribly, do you understand me? As he asked, he pulled her to her feet, and pushed her in the direction away from the castle.
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Suddenly a bright flash of light fallowed by pain .. the look of shock that went through her features at being struck .. Her eyes filled with tears threatening to brake forth at any moment. She couldn't believe somebody had struck her! Nobody in there right mind would ever lay a hand on the princess.. Looking up at the strong hunter.. his muscles seeming to ripple beneath his tight shirt.. One look in his eyes told her that he wasn't normal and he certainly wasn't one of her fathers guards. As quickly as she tried to scramble away he was on top of her, pinning her small frame on the ground... His weight making it hard for her to breath, but she still tried to fight him off. His dirty calloused hands across her mouth muffling her screams. .. She quickly nodded, a tear slipped from behind her eye lids and ran down her face. He stuffed something in her mouth .. she tried to mumble in protest when he yanked her roughly to her feet.. Where was he taking her.. This couldn't be happening to her! She stumbled as he pushed her forward.. she didn't want to go... it was away from the castle. But his strong hands kept pushing her in the opposite direction.
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Very soon the duo reached Sir Bastian's horse, named Blood for his fiery red hair that contrasted and also blended with his black skin, as well as it's eyes which swam in the color of ash red. The horse, like it's master, was a massive animal. Trained in war, and shy of nothing, the horse stamped both of it's front hooves at the little thing that was Cassandra when Bastian led her around it's front. She shied away, and The Wolf laughed, before easily lifting her up and over the horses back. Then he swung up behind her, and with the tiniest cluck of his tongue the massive war horse was off. Traveling lightly through the forest and heading further and further away from the castle. They road for hours without a stop, or sound. Until finally in the middle of the night Bastian slipped from the saddle, took Cassandra on his shoulder, and carried her into a rather deep cave. There he lit a fire, and let her down gently upon a bed of soft leaves and dead grass covered in rough linen. After letting her down, and removing Blood's saddle and reigns, he slipped his massive sword, and armor off. Leaving just a tight fitting tunic and his trousers. Then he sat heavily by the girl's side, and placed a hand upon her thigh. Staring into her frightened eyes, he spoke calmly and coolly about things that would make any lady blush, and any girl cry. The crying would come first, of course. I was sent to kidnap you, He said evenly, his eyes not leaving hers. To hold ye ransom till yer father gave a handsome reward, or his throne. I know you're frightened... And ta be very well honest'n all. You should be. I'm a very... Bad man... I ain't sure why those that want your fathers money, chose me to kidnap you, until I saw your pretty little face.. Leaning closer, his hot breath cascaded over her cheeks, and down her neck. Now I know why... Carefully, he plucked out the gag, and ran his strong hand further up her tiny thigh. They wanted me to ruin you. With a firm push, he laid Cassandra down on the bed, his rough fingers diving under her dress, pressing against her pantie clad crotch. His rough mouth, covered in rough, unshaven hair, brushed against her smooth skin as he forced a powerful kiss against her lips. He squeezed between her legs, trying without any real effort to ready her for what was to come, but moreso... Letting him feel the treat he was getting ready to experience.
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She didn't know how far they rode, all she knew was they where getting farther and farther away from her home. She wanted to leap from the horse as it carried her farther and farther away, but she knew with her hands bound behind her back she would fall off the massive beast and brake her neck.. She had never been on a horse this big before.. She could feel the horses strong muscles underneath her. Exhausted from all her crying she must have fallen asleep cause when she opened her eyes it was dark out.. As the wolf pulled her off Blood and tossed her over his shoulder as if she where no more then a doll.. Her feet kicking and flaying, the gag muffling her screams, but the hunter hardly seemed to notice ... The cave was dark and damp and smelt of wet earth and musk.. So dark she couldn't see anything in front of her.. She felt him laying her down on something not quite soft but not hard either.. and then the flicker of fire as it danced into life.. The fire and shadows made the hunter seem even bigger then he already was. Her deep emerald eyes where wide as she watched him moving closer to where she huddled, cringing away from the wolf. His words gripped her in fear, but her father would pay anything for her .. he just had too she thought.. She cringed back little by little as he came closer to her... Her eyes filling with tears, her chin gave a little quiver. She jumped as the wolf reached out, then suddenly the rag was plucked from her mouth.. Air filled her lungs but before she could scream the wolf pushed her back .. His rough kiss muffling her cries for help... His kiss was so hard and rough it was bruising her soft full lips. She tried to scream again but this time the hunter pushed his tongue into her warm mouth.. She was horrified, she had never been kissed like this and now his tongue was rapping her mouth with his tongue.. His whiskers felt rough and scratchy against her soft porcelain white skin. She felt like the skin was being rubbed with sandpaper. Oh god No! she thought feeling his hands sliding under her dress... She clasped her legs tightly together trying to prevent his hands from going any farther, but it was no use, he was much to strong for the little 13 year old princess. Squirming and struggling, her body arched up as far as it could but it was no use she couldn't get away from him.. couldn't stop him.. Tears where running down the side of her face .. falling into her long red hair.. Then she felt his hand finding there way to her panties.. even through her cotton panties she could feel his rough fingers as they traced the puffy pink slit between her legs.
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The struggling was always what drove Bastian wild. Weak, little, pathetic movements that could do nothing to dislodge his massive frame no matter how hard or how smartly they tried. Then to feel the straining, tender muscles underneath him, especially against his hand as her soft inner thighs and tightly stretched panties made contact with his rough hands. In mere seconds his cock was hardening in his trousers, and beginning to make it's presence known with a significant bulge. As Cassandra, arched, Bastian slid his hand further down her crotch almost as if he was wiping a babies bottom. A finger poked against her tight asshole through the cotton panties making her fight all the harder to escape him. There was power involved too. Controlling power that told him that he could do anything to this little morsel, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. When her legs scissored and tried to block his hand from probing anymore, he smiled into his still firm kiss, as she simply hugged him tighter to her nubile young body. She tasted like a young female. Sweet, delicious, fresh . Bastian dragged his tongue slowly into every corner of her mouth, battling her tongue into submission, as he explored her wet, hot, frightened mouth. He could taste the fear in her mouth juices. It was delightful, and he wanted more, more and more. So he continued to kiss her, devouring her taste, her scent, and the feeble cries that swelled and died inside of her thin throat. Each taste, each breath she took, each frightened squeal or disgusted whimper added to the flow of blood into Bastian's cock. It swelled larger, and larger as he kissed Cassandra like she was naught but a whore who was laying there attempting to please him. Finally he finished. But only with her mouth. Quickly he slid from it, leaving a trail of saliva on her cheek down to her neck where he began to nibble and suckle on the sensitive flesh. More of her taste, but now combined with salty tears and sweat stained skin, more of her essence filled his mouth while his fingers continued to probe the firm muscles beneath the soft skin between her thighs. Bastian moved the hand from her thighs, up across her belly, bringing her dress with it. Until it was over her chest. Then he switched sides, still kissing, and returned one hand between her thighs. Forcing it's way in there, and swatting her childish limbs away like annoying flies. Eventually he caught one, and brought it to his genitals. Placing the small hand inside of his trousers, against his swollen cock, he began to whisper softly into her delicate little ear as he nibbled on the soft appendage. Do you feel that lil'princess? That's my cock. My rooster. My dick. It goes in yer little cunny ta make me feel good. Don'tcha worry, t'won't hurt too bad. Heh. You e'er heard about fucking before? Cause that's exactly what I'm gonna be doin ta ye. Right in your tight little cunny. Right... There. The last word happened as he placed his hand inside of her panties, and pressed a single digit against her opening. Grinding it across the nub of pleasure on it's way to the sweet little hole he was about to defile.
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It was futile to try to resist . And if she was honest with herself ... no she didn't want to be honest with herself. The reality of what was happening to her was to hard to deal with. So instead she continued to kick and struggle.. Her small tiny hands balled up into little fists as she tried to pound on his back. The more she struggled the more it seemed he was groping her and feeling her privets more. His strong rough hand pressed tight against her tiny pussy.. His fingers touching her in places where nobody should ever touch.. Oh my god what was that ! what was that! She thought when she felt his finger slide down and touch her puckered little ass hole. She still had her panties on, but it didn't lessen the shock and horror that this man was touching her so lewdly. Bucking and arching her body up as she tried helplessly to get away from his prying hands, only seemed to help him as his hands slide back and forth over the think material of her panties. His mouth finally left hers in search of more unexplored places of her body.. Throwing back her head she let out a piercing scream filled with terror. no.. no..no.. pleaseee she begged him.. her voice soft barely above a whisper... Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted her dress exposing her tiny budding young nipples. Her skin was soft and smooth completely unblemished, creamy white. Her small chest rappedly rising and falling as her heart pounded in her chest like a frightened rabbit. Her young 13 year old nipples where a soft shade of pink and the cold from the cave floor had them stiff and hard into tiny little peaks. She was sobbing.. she had never been exposed to anybody like this before and it was both embarrassing and humiliating. She felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment.. her stomach tied up in knots.. but she couldn't stop this sickening feeling... Then he grabbed her hand and pushed it inside his pants... What she felt that sent a wave of terror through her... She felt his cock ... but she had never even seen a cock before much less felt one... Her tiny hand couldn't even fit around it's massive girth even if she where to have used to hands she didn't think they would still reach all the way around it... It was warm .. and throbbed when he made her touch it.. So big and long it almost threatened to reach over the top of his pants. And he was talking about doing what with it? Her heart pounded.. her head got dizzy and she thought she would faint. The his hand was inside her pants. Oh god this cant be happening! Doesn't this man know who I am! She thought to herself, He's not.. nobody is supposed to touch me there! She thought wildly to herself as his big rough hand slid over her soft smooth mound.. Feeling his calloused fingers as they probed the soft puffy pink pussy lips, his fingers sliding deeper until the outer lips parted and his fingers where rubbing against the delicate skin of her inner lips. She felt one of his thick fingers pressing against the tight little pink opening that held her virginity tightly inside it's grasp. She howled again trying to pull her hands out of his pants where he held it. Get your dirty hands off of me!
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As if they insulted, terrified, and humiliated scream would stop any man in Sir Bastian's position. Let alone the Wolf himself. There had been an avalanche of things that had his cock as hard as rock, and as straight as steel from Princess Cassandra. Her tiny trembles. The screams that echoed through the cave. The sight of her beautiful, pearly white body, illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. Her tiny breasts that came to sharp points at the very tip, and lastly the warm flesh that brushed against his fingers. Of all the things, the breasts took his attention first they were no cow udders like the whores in the pleasure houses. Tiny, bite sized, and probably sensitive. She was hardly a woman, but he was going to make her a woman. Very, very shortly. With both Cassandra's hands in his pants, one held in place, the other trying to free it her breast were pushed into the cool air of the cave. Without a word Bastian craned his neck and enveloped the right one with his mouth. Warm, wet, sharp, and soft. Warm breath, wet saliva, sharp teeth, and his soft tongue all touched her completely untouched breast. Tasting her breasts before children, or any other man would taste them. They were delicious, The Wolf let out a growl of pleasure and his hips hunched slightly. Sliding his throbbing cock through Cassandra's hands as she tried in vain to escape. He suckled the flesh into his mouth, and nibbled on the very tip of those beautiful, tiny little globes. Where her nipples stood on end. Then he lavished them, licked, and bit softly against the flesh. For a moment he stopped everything, and the sudden pause caused Cassandra to freeze her fighting as well. Looking up into her eyes, he saw the terror and the horror in them. Reflected in his eyes was simple lust. Desire to have what was in front of him. Soon ye will find that my hands, disgusting as they are, are not dirty... With a slight shove, he teased the entrance to her virginity, and pressed his thumb into the top of her barely developed pleasure button. They are claws... And I keep them, clean. Bringing his hand out of her panties, Bastian licked them carefully, enjoying the taste of her freshness and cleanliness that only Ladies of wealthy folk possessed. It was delicious, and intoxicating. Placing his fingers back onto her flat tummy, he slid them slowly down underneath her panties once again, and returned his face to her breasts. Suckling the beautiful flesh with hunger in his eyes, and desire in his heart. This time his fingers, and hand focused entirely on the nub that would bring Cassandra pleasure. She was far too tight for him to fuck yet. He would kill her, as massive as he was, unless she was completely relaxed. Use yer hands, ye little Princess... Rub me cock... Else I'll fuck ya dry.