3 comments/ 42237 views/ 15 favorites The Beast's Virgin Offering By: breebellucci * * * * * PUBLISHED BY: Red Garnet Media LLC on Literotica.com The Beast's Virgin Offering: The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction Copyright (c) 2012 by Bree Bellucci This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Adult Reading Material The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age. * * * * * THE BEAST'S VIRGIN OFFERING: The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction * * * * * The last several days in the city seemed to drag out as Cassey waited for her last final exam to be graded by her history professor. She secretly wondered if he was as burned out with teaching the dry economic disaster following World War II as she was reading about it. It was finished now, she could move on and that was exactly what she had made plans to do. She had booked a flight for the next morning. After takeoff it would only be ten hours before she would land in Germany. She had dreamt of making this trip for so long that it hardly seemed real now, she still couldn't believe that she had a physical ticket in her backpack with her name on it and a passport to match. When she entered college her parents had given her a promise that when she completed her undergraduate degree they would finance a two week sabbatical for her to Europe. Nothing on a grand scale but everything she needed to enjoy three months abroad with minimal suffering. Now it was here; the time for her adventure had finally arrived. Originally, Cassey planned to ask a friend to join her on the journey but as life would have it she found herself so overwhelmed in studies and papers that she hadn't taken much time for making friends. Her focus had been on making the grades, taking on a full course load and more when allowed, and getting out of school as quickly as humanly possible with grades that would guarantee her admittance into a decent grad school. In the end she finally had to decide that she would need to embark on this trip alone. She didn't really mind the idea of leaving the country on her own. She kind of liked her independence and felt very comfortable with herself. Having been an only child she learned early in her twenty-two years of existence how to entertain herself and to be content with reading books and self-improvement. Cassey was always a day dreamer, even as a little girl she often wished she would someday be the captured princess of some wicked king or queen in a foreign land and had some equally dashing, handsome prince come to rescue her and carry her away... after, of course, slaying about ten dragons, and fifty vulgar, nasty, giant knights determined to have their way with her before returning her to the dark dreary dungeon in which she had languished as a captive. She grinned slightly thinking that in about a week she would visit real castles with real dungeons. She could barely contain herself and wished that she had made the reservation for today instead of tomorrow. She began to walk to her dorm. Final packing was necessary, moving the last of her things to storage, a final drink with Reed tonight and everything would be finished here. She would say goodbye forever to this University because grad school was at least a year away in the future and it would not be completed here. She snapped out of her little daydream at the thought of Reed. She had met him at a café one night just off campus. It was one of those artsy types of establishments where everyone goes and feels maybe a little more cultured or intelligent than they really are. They had an open mic night on this particular evening and Cassey wanted to go and hear some of the tales being spun. The theme for the evening was Medieval Times. It had always been a fascination of hers, the knights and spells, the mysteries that were full of fairies and evil lurking monsters. When she arrived, the small café was almost completely filled. She glanced around to see if she could find anyone at all that she might recognize from a class or the dorm but no one caught her attention. Next scan was to see if there were any half filled tables with friendly looking students that might invite her to sit with them if she approached and asked. She wanted to make sure that anyone she sat with would not want to chit chat all through the performances. That would completely aggravate and frustrate her. As she glanced around she noticed one guy sitting at a table alone with two empty chairs. He looked harmless enough. He was kind of tall, dark hair, well dressed in khakis and a polo shirt, nice loafers with no socks, which was indicative of the style of those times. She made a decision to take a chance because she knew those chairs could disappear as quickly as they had appeared and it was the only real possibility she had scoped out during her quick scan. As she approached him he must have noticed her from the corner of his eye because he looked at her, smiled and waved a hand for her to come over and sit. She felt relieved; she had not even had to speak to him at this point. She smiled back as he stood and pulled the chair back for her, helping to push it back in again once she was seated. She whispered a polite thank you. He just nodded with a smile and they both turned their attention to the stage. Reed walked her back to the dorm that night and they stood awkwardly at the entrance to the building and made some very light small talk until she finally said she had better go in. He quickly found a bit of courage and asked her if he could see her again. God he was so cute that night. They made arrangements to attend another session at the café over the weekend ahead of them. Cassey was relieved for him to go that night, but kind of excited that she would see him again. She wasn't sure what they might have in common other than an interest in medieval literature but she knew he was a soft spoken, polite gentleman. These things grabbed her attention enough to make her want to spend some more time with him. Now, three years later, she had said painful goodbyes to him and promised to email sometimes, then felt the sting of guilt as she saw a tear slide down his cheek. She was glad she had made the decision not to invite him to go to Germany with her. It had been a difficult decision to make. While they had not become attached in a way that either thought of it as an engagement of any sort, they had become inseparable friends. They had never consummated the relationship, though this thought had crossed her mind and she felt sure he would have been an attentive lover. However, she really could not seem to let go and give herself to him in that way. She had not ever met anyone with whom she felt inclined to give in to her sexual desires and fantasies in that way. She and Reed promised to see each other when she returned, in order to determine if the sparks were still there, and to decide how they wanted to proceed with the relationship. Though she would surely miss him, she was very pleased she had not succumbed to his constant hints at coming along with her. She was equally as pleased that she had not given up her virginity to this man at this time in her life. Having that sort of bond would have certainly given her great pause about leaving and going so far away with so much still to discover on her own. *** The alarm jolted Cassey awake the next morning and she quickly showered, dressed, pulled all of her bags to the front of the dorm, double checked her tickets, passport and identification cards and waited for the airport limo to pick her up. The driver pulled up exactly as scheduled, loaded all of her things into the trunk, opened the door for her and they were off to the international terminal of the airport. Once she completed all of her check-in requirements and had successfully passed through the security checks she found an empty seat at the gate. To occupy her mind, she watched all the people there and wondered what their stories were. Unless they spoke she couldn't tell the Americans from most of the other international travelers. She caught herself wondering who she would be seated next to for the next ten hours and secretly hoped it would be someone from a different country, someone that she could converse with about their homeland and culture as opposed to someone who only wanted to discuss the political situation in the United States or what she planned to do when she finished her studies. She had this eagerness to hear about something strange and different from her somewhat drab life. With that thought still looming in her mind she heard the boarding call. The letter on her boarding pass matched the first group called and upon entering the aircraft and being directed by the cabin attendant to her seat she was overjoyed to find that her parents had gone all out and booked her first class. She could not believe this, it was so unlike them to indulge her with something so extravagant. The thought never occurred to her and so she hadn't even checked the website for seating to see where she was going to be spending the long hours of flight. She definitely owed them a phone call as soon as the plane touched down on German soil. She owed them so much more and she knew it, but she also knew that they realized she was grateful for all the sacrifices they had made on her behalf. She never missed an opportunity to let them know. Cassey thought of herself as sweet and considerate of everyone. She wasn't completely selfless but she chose her selfish moments carefully. Going on this trip was a very selfish one. It would probably have been better to go on with grad school and get it out of the way and then embark on such an adventure but she decided that she deserved some time for herself. For the past four years she read and dreamed of all the special places to visit in Germany and finally chose a small village on the edge of the Black Forest, die Schwartz Wald. As she settled into her seat Cassey pulled some reading material from her backpack and relaxed to enjoy the flight. She had been studying for a paper about a Nazi plan in Germany in 1944 called Werwolf (Werewolf in English) a name given to the plan to develop a commando force which would operate behind enemy lines as the Allies advanced through Germany, when she accidently pulled up the wrong link and was introduced to a legend that referred to Werewolves of the Black Forest. She was immediately intrigued and had been reading everything she could about this legend ever since that time. After much thought she decided that she really wanted to visit this area of Germany because it was saturated with legend after legend of strange, mysterious, and paranormal activity. Not to mention all of the rich history and beauty purported to accompany this ancient place. She opened her book and began to sift through pages trying to locate the last page she had been reading when a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hallo!" he said with a distinct German accent. "This is my seat," he continued. "Great!" she almost whispered to him. When she looked into this man's face Cassey was almost speechless because he was so incredibly handsome. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes. His eyes were so brown they almost looked black and they were so warm and engaging that when he looked at her she felt like she had been hypnotized. She noticed his facial features were well defined: higher cheekbones, strongly set jaw line, no blemishes of any kind, and beautiful, kissable lips. She couldn't believe she just thought that. What was worse, just like he'd read her thoughts, he grinned at her at that exact moment. He began to remove his overcoat to put in the closet at the front of the cabin and she noticed right away that he was dressed like he had just walked out of some important, classy men's magazine. Then, she remembered she was in First Class. She should expect such things from these well-off passengers. She let her mind wander for a moment while he put his coat away and wondered what this man did. Could he be a Count or a Duke or some other German royalty? Maybe he was a banker, or the equivalent of an attorney, or perhaps a German movie star. She wasn't allowed to immerse herself too far into those thoughts when he returned and began to settle into his seat beside her. Once he had put everything just where he liked it and had fastened his seatbelt, adjusted his pillows and straightened himself to a comfortable position he turned his attention to Cassey. "Is this your first trip to Deutschland?" He queried. "Yes, yes it is." She told him with a smile. "Are you going to be staying very long?" he asked. "No, I am going to stay about two weeks," she answered and continued: "Do you live close to the Black Forest?" He kind of laughed as he responded to her question that most everyone in the Southern tip of Germany considered themselves living close to the Schwartz Wald. "Guess it's going to be easy to pick me out as a tourist," she said a little embarrassed. "No worries, you will be fine in a week or two." He sounded so confident and self assured. Cassey was now wishing that the flight would take a great deal longer than ten hours. She was sure that she would not be sleeping on this flight. Once the flight was in the air and the Flight Attendants had finished all the service required of them Cassey couldn't help but inquire of the man what he had been doing in the States. He politely introduced himself as Michael and told her that his family had been crafters of beautiful handmade cuckoo clocks for generations. He explained that the wood for the clocks comes from the Black Forest and that while he had not developed the natural skills that are needed to build the clocks he was a very talented sales representative. He told her that he made a trek to the United States about twice a year to complete orders and sales arrangements for his family's clocks. She was fascinated listening to him as he related to her about the family business but she was acutely aware of something even more interesting. The more Michael spoke to her the more she felt a tingling warmth between her legs. Talking to this man was causing a physical reaction in her that was not something she had ever felt around Reed. Suddenly, she became aware that she had dressed comfortably for the flight and in lieu of a bra had opted for a camisole. This was now a rather embarrassing choice. Her nipples decided they liked this man too. They were now fully erect and pushing out from her firm round breasts like little signs that said: "Look, Cassey really wants to fuck you." Aware of the sudden betrayal of her body she immediately crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to be cold asking him if he would mind handing her a blanket from overhead. He smiled and found one of the plastic wrapped blankets, pulled the covering from it and placed it over her. She wasn't sure if it actually happened or if she imagined it but it sure seemed like his fingertips managed to brush over the erect nipples as he covered her. Her body shivered quite obviously and she smiled at him embarrassed. As they continued to talk she could feel the warm wetness beneath her skirt as it filled the crotch of her panties and soaked them. She could not help but wonder if he could smell her scent; she was sure she could. She didn't have much experience in these matters and was unsure how to stop something like this once it started, but she supposed she was about to find out. Cassey thought maybe a trip to the front lavatory was in order and was about to excuse herself when she felt the cover just above her skirt being adjusted. She looked him directly in the eyes and he was not smiling now. He had a very mesmerizing stare that she could not seem to turn away from. As she was held by his stare she felt warmth on her thigh just below the now drenched panties and she realized he had placed his hand under the cover and was moving it very slowly toward her misbehaving pussy. She could feel the goose bumps on her skin popping up and she felt the swelling of her labia as he touched her. She had never felt like this from the touch of a man. There had been times when she experimented with herself and she had gotten some minor orgasmic attention from her body but she felt now with this man's fingers so close to the forbidden entrance to her body that she was going to explode. He continued to stare deeply into her eyes and move his fingers even closer to her pussy when she felt one finger gently lift the lacy edge of her bikini' bottoms and slide underneath. A moan escaped her lips and she shuddered. "Wha, what are you doing?" she gasped in a whisper. "Shush," he whispered back. "I've never..." She could not continue. "I know... just relax and don't be afraid." he said assuredly. "Trust me; I know you; I have searched for you." The words didn't make sense to Cassey but she felt compelled to listen and to do as instructed. He rested his finger just over her clit and twirled it around in the pubic hair on the mound above her slit. She was no longer able to protest either with voice or body. She felt her thighs give in to him and relax, moving slightly apart as though they were inviting him in to her body. He kept his finger where it was and moved his hand expertly under the coverlet until he had his entire hand available to explore her. She could think of nothing she wanted more. She waited for his next move. He took his thumb and replaced the finger he had once teased her with and now used it to make tiny circles over her clit while he eased his middle finger slightly inside her pussy. She wanted him to force it into her, to push it in all the way and somehow, without words, he seemed to know this and he leaned into her face where his breath warmed her skin. Then in a whisper told her, "Not now Cassey, you're not ready." Cassey didn't understand, at that moment she didn't think that she had ever been more ready for anything at any time in her entire short life. She knew that she wanted this man to take her right now, on this plane, in mid air, in front of God and all these unaware witnesses. Michael continued this tease with Cassey's body until the Flight Attendant served their meal, at which time he withdrew his hand from underneath the coverlet, licked his fingers while still staring into her eyes and then prepared to eat his meal. Cassey was dumbfounded and her body was still on fire. All she could think of was what would happen next. She was horrified at the thought that when the flight was over this man, Michael, whom she barely knew, would pick up his bags, get into a car and disappear into a country that she knew nothing about. She was so consumed with these thoughts that she could barely eat the beautiful meal being served to her thanks to the wonderful fist-class gift from her parents. However, she had no difficulty at all downing the bottle of Riesling that came with the meal and quickly requesting another. Throughout the flight they continued to chat about insignificant things in their lives and tourist interests about Germany but the undercover play never resumed. Cassey was more than a little disappointed and tried in every way her naïve body knew to send him signals that she was ready for more of his wonderful fingers. He just didn't get the signals. As the plane began its decent into the airport they both began to gather all of their things and put themselves back together for a quick departure. Cassey tried to hint for his last name or his company name, anything that would tell her how to find him again but he seemed to be oblivious to her attempts and they went unanswered. The Beast's Virgin Offering They stood close to each other at baggage claim and then followed each other through customs. When they were about to say their final goodbye Cassey was sure that she would have to blurt out some lame request for how she could see him again. But he surprised her when he handed her a sealed envelope with her name on it. She stood silently as he walked away and just gawked at the envelope, wondering when he had managed to write her a note; and how did he know her full name? She didn't remember ever telling him her last name. Her mind was surely playing some kind of mean erotic trick on her. She was going to wake up and still be on the tarmac at the airport in the United States. It was not the case though because a man approached her and asked in a thick German accent if she would like a Taxi to her destination. She took a moment, swallowed hard and nodded in the affirmative to him. She opened her backpack and pulled out a brochure that gave the name and directions to her hotel and handed it to the driver. He quickly loaded her things into the car, helped her into the back seat and began to drive away from the airport, driving away from Michael as well. She turned to look out of the small rear window hoping for one more glance but there was no sign of this mysterious, handsome stranger who only a few hours prior had found his way to her most intimate passage and dared to go there without an invitation. Upon arrival at the hotel Cassey hurried through the process of being checked in. She was relieved when the young woman at the counter spoke English. She had tried to learn just a little basic German before the trip but her mind was not functioning very well at that moment and she wasn't sure she could get past hello. Her thoughts were completely locked onto getting to her room and opening the mysterious envelope that she had clutched tightly in her hand from the time it had been handed to her. There was no way she was letting it out of her grasp until she could read and reread every single word written in it. She entered the room, looked it over and it was nice, very basic but everything she had hoped for. She tipped the bellman and closed the door. She went quickly to the bed, sat down on the thick, clean, white duvet and stared at the small, white envelope in her hands. Just as she had remembered her full name was written beautifully in black ink on the outside and it was sealed with a gold emblem on the back. The emblem had a crest on it and she did not recognize it but it seemed somehow familiar to her anyway. As she opened it she was careful not to disturb the gold seal and pulled the lip of the envelope back, removing a small 3X5 folded card from it. After opening the card Cassey read the note: "Dear Cassey, It is no accident that we met today. I have been waiting for you for a very long time. I implanted my scent in your body today. When the time is right you will find your way to me. You will resist this at times, you will fear me at times, but in the end, you will accept me and give yourself to me willingly. I will await our next meeting. Michael" Cassey was startled at the contents of the note but her mind and body were still under the influence of the stranger's power that had invaded her on the flight. She felt an uncontrollable urge to use her fingers to continue and complete what the stranger had stirred inside of her. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water to draw a hot bath. She pulled her clothes from her weary body, holding her panties to her nose to drink in the aroma and see if she could detect the scent that he had described leaving there. All she knew was that those panties were driving her body into a fit of desire like none she had ever experienced before. She carefully placed them on a hook on the back of the bathroom door where she intended to leave them just as they were until she found him again. She stepped into the hot bath and sat down in the water allowing it to cover her body like a wet, hot blanket. She took a moment and admired her body. She had unusually long legs, but they were very shapely. While she was not a skinny woman she did have a nice athletic build, with toned muscles and a nice waist. She hoped that someday she would meet a man who would appreciate the kind of body that she had. It wasn't one that a model would brag about having but she knew that she attracted men when she wanted to dress for it. Her skin was tan from all of the outside activities that she enjoyed. She and Reed would try to play tennis a couple of times a week. This not only helped her skin to be generously kissed by the sun, but her arms and shoulders were strong and well defined because of it. After meeting Michael today she was so happy that she made herself go play on all those days when she would rather have stayed home alone and read her books. Her thoughts returned to the hot water in which she was soaking and the beautiful moments on the plane with her mysterious stranger. It didn't feel like any bath she had ever had before. Her hands slid across her firm round breasts and she had an impulse to pinch her nipples. This slight pinch to her tender flesh begged her to pinch harder and she felt electrical charges flow through her body heating it with something that felt like internal lightening. She moved one hand gently over her flesh and down across her belly until it rested in the silky pubic hair that was softened by the water. She touched the same place that Michael had been touching earlier and closed her eyes imagining him again. She twirled her finger in small circles the way he had, feeling the tingles turn to pressure that subconsciously pushed her thighs apart. Then she moved the other hand from its place on her breast and placed it between her legs, forcing the fingers to move in and out around her labia, exploring every fold. She softly stroked her swollen flesh and knew that she had never been that aroused before. Cassey pushed her finger from her mons lower until she felt the erect button of her clit waiting for attention. She was mildly startled to find the little bump protruding; she had pleasured herself in this way before but never had it protruded and begged to be touched the way it was now. She circled it with the tip of her finger and continued to use the other hand and fingers to massage her labia, finally pushing one digit into her welcoming slit. Within an instant she felt her head fall back and a deep moan escaped her throat as she shuddered for at least a couple of minutes from orgasmic pleasure that she had never been able to give herself before. Just as she felt weak and light headed from that orgasm her body began to stiffen and with a few strokes with the same finger in the hot bath water she was gone again in a haze of pleasure that left her completely limp and weak. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the claw footed tub and imagining what it would feel like to have a fully erect, hard cock fill her pussy and slide in and out of the wetness until it had achieved its mission and exploded in orgasm with her. She never finished that thought before she fell into a deep sleep. Cassey woke to a cold tub of water and was just a little startled but quickly remembered the past few hours. She smiled at the realization that she had pleasured her body into a state of exhaustion, fallen asleep, and now was rudely awakened by the cold aftermath. She got out of the cold water that had once provided so much warmth and pleasure. She dried off and went to her bed, picking up a book along the way. It was late and she wasn't hungry; she felt like crawling under that wonderful duvet and reading about the Black Forest until she could drift off to a full night's sleep. She really hoped to avoid as much jet lag as possible. In the morning she would find somewhere to have breakfast and then her journey would begin. She was still very puzzled by Michael's note but after thinking it over she decided that it would have to resolve itself with time because she had no idea what he meant or how on earth she would ever locate this mystery man. One thing she did make up her mind about was that the now stained and dried panties were going to be left as they were and would be hidden at the bottom of her dresser drawer. She wasn't happy with herself for feeling the way she did but she now had some sort of mystical connection to this garment and until she understood it better the panties would remain the way they were. After getting comfortable under the covers of her bed she turned to the last chapter she had been reading and began to read the next chapter in the book entitled "Werewolves of The Black Forest of Germany". How very interesting she thought. She kind of laughed to herself as she began the first sentence thinking: "If I am lucky maybe I'll find a werewolf when I find the Black Forest." Then she let herself drift off into a sound sleep. As much as she had done everything she knew to avoid jet lag Cassey's eyes blinked open and the clock next to the bed read 3:05 AM. She lay there for moments thinking of the trip over and how strange her day had been, then took her book and tried to concentrate on the words in front of her but she was too restless to read. She got up and dressed herself in an old comfortable T-shirt and sweats, put on her socks and running shoes, and decided to go for a run. It was a small village and she felt pretty safe out alone in this strange new place. She looked in the mirror and began to brush her waist length blonde hair. She thought she looked a little different today. More mature maybe, not as much like the young college coed that had gotten on the flight yesterday and yet she felt that she really would not be a woman until she had given her body to a man in the way that she had wanted to give it to Michael on the plane yesterday. She pulled her hair up in a pony tail and wiped her clear blue eyes with a tissue, adjusted her clothing so that everything felt comfortable, and headed for the lobby. The hotel lobby was empty, the clerk obviously resting in a back room, as Cassey headed out of the front door to the sidewalk. The hotel was situated at the end of the village and just beyond the entrance was a park that seemed to lead into the edge of the Black Forest. She smiled and thought she would check out the paths in the Forest, taking care to stay on a marked trail and not drift off the beaten path. As she entered the Forest she was more fast-walking than running, since she wasn't familiar with the path and didn't want to accidently trip on some unseen terrain anomaly. She felt comfortable in her surroundings as she penetrated deeper into the verdant environment and noticed that while the forest was fairly quiet it had distinct sounds. She thought she heard a rustle in the bushes close by and though slightly alarmed she continued on, feeling it was probably just a rabbit or some other forest creature that was startled by this uninvited guest running through their home. Then she heard it again and this time it seemed to be just ahead of her. She stopped, breathing hard, and began to feel a pounding of her heart that was no longer associated with the fast pace she had been keeping. Suddenly, just in front of her she saw a huge four legged creature step into the path from out of the brush. Cassey gasped and began to back up. The creature looked like a huge dog, very scruffy, with the hair around its neck standing straight up like a huge furry collar. She knew this was no dog. It was a wolf. She was terrified and tried to remain calm. She had always heard the worst thing you could do when around dangerous wild life was to run from it. She had to keep her wits about her. The wolf began to step slowly toward her almost in slow motion. Cassey forced herself to keep eye contact with him. The beast connected its eyes with hers and they were in a visual standoff. Cassey's breathing was now going out of control. She felt frozen with fear and her mind was scolding her with thoughts of how stupid this idea had been. She told herself to stop thinking like that and think of how she was supposed to get herself out of that situation and back to safety again. It seemed like the wolf could read her thoughts and he made a low guttural howl that sounded like he was in some sort of pain. Cassey felt a wave of concern and compassion wash over her instinct to be afraid. Now she immediately felt inclined to care for an animal that might be hurt. She began to speak to the wolf like one does to an injured pet. "It's okay boy," she said in a low quivering voice. "I don't want to hurt you and you don't want to hurt me," she continued with a slow quiet voice. Cassey didn't want to alarm the animal but she was still terrified. She continued to back slowly away from the animal as she tried to soothe him with her words and her voice. She suddenly felt something that interrupted her step and looked down to keep from tripping. She noticed a small branch and realized she had backed herself off the path and onto the forest floor. She kicked the branch away and looked back quickly to see if the wolf had noticed her vulnerability. When she raised her eyes to meet his she was shocked to see a man in the pathway where the wolf had formerly made his stand. Cassey suddenly felt faint. She thought that she was losing her mind, having some sort of stroke or some strange medical emergency that she couldn't even think clearly enough to imagine what it was. Just before she felt the blood drain completely from her head and her knees buckle she was sure that the man in the path was Michael; yes, Michael from the plane. This couldn't be, she had to be hallucinating! Then without further warning everything went black. When she awoke Cassey was in a beautiful cave. There were torches that were lit and a fire in a pit that was sending out amazing flames of orange and yellow that licked at the opening of the cave like giant hot fingers trying to scratch out a place in the dark sky. She tried to get her bearings and shake the cobwebs from her head but she felt like she was in a trance. She heard a sound behind her and jerked her head in that direction. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Michael standing there looking at her with such intensity. "It's you, I mean, how....?" She tried to question him. "Not, now," he said as he held his finger to his mouth to indicate he wanted silence. "I don't understand." Cassey insisted on trying to speak to him again. "I said not now!" He said again but this time with a firmness that Cassey knew meant she was to be quiet now. Michael moved closer. The closer he came to her the more Cassey was afraid and yet she was drawn to him with a physical desire and yearning that had completely overtaken her. Her body screamed for something from him, something that she wanted so badly she thought momentarily this must be what it was like for an addict who is waiting for their dealer to deliver their sweet drug of choice that would lead them into a bliss that made no sense to anyone but them. She wanted this man like a drug that she had never had but knew that it would be her own sweet addiction for the rest of her life. She knew now that she was completely defenseless against him. She was his. Michael, with his eyes locked onto Cassey's, began to move even closer and as he did he removed his shirt and dropped it to the ground. He unfastened his pants and let them drop, removing each leg as he took steps ever closer to Cassey. He wasn't wearing shoes but seemed perfectly comfortable walking over the rocky surface of the cave floor. As he approached, Cassey saw something in his eyes that she could not understand and it made her tremble. His eyes were a scarlet red and in the redness she could see the face of the wolf that had cut her path off in the woods. She knew this was the same wolf because the image of that face had been burned into her memory, just as a victim of rape can never remove the image of the perpetrator of the crime. It was going to be forever a part of her. As she sat there on the floor of the cave with the flames of the fire behind her Cassey realized for the first time that she was naked. She had been so mesmerized by Michael and the strangeness of everything that in her fear and bewilderment she had not thought of her body and its condition. She realized that now she was so vulnerable to the situation that she had no hope of fighting off this man or beast, or whatever he was. Still, she did not know whether to go down fighting for her life or submit and hope to gain his trust or pity, hoping he would let her go when he was finished with her. He reached out to touch her chin and she drew back. "No!" She begged. "Please!" She continued. "I don't want to!" "Yes, Cassey, you do, and Cassey, you will," he commanded. As he finished the words he wrapped his fingers around her throat and held her with a strength that made Cassey feel he could snap her neck like a toothpick with just a slight flex of his wrist. She felt compelled to remain perfectly still. Tears fell from her eyes for the first time. He was not affected by this and continued to move in closer to her. She could smell a familiar aroma; she knew that this was the scent she'd noticed on the plane, on her panties and the one he spoke of in the cryptic note that she received from him. It was Michael, but she did not have the same excitement that she'd once felt. She was now filled with fear. Complete, utter, debilitating, unadulterated fear. She also realized with embarrassment that she had lost complete control of her body and was urinating on herself. The warm yellow liquid running down her legs and onto the ground announcing to the world and to this being that she was no longer in control of any part of her body. He had her and both of them knew it. Michael pulled his face closer to her while continuing the hold around her neck, and began to sniff her body. He moved around her neck, down her shoulders and to her breasts. She could hear him sniffing the way an animal will check out another animal for its scent. Then without warning he took his very hot and thick tongue and lapped across her breast in a wide sweeping motion, stopping to bite her nipple. It was a long, hard painful bite, not the passionate nibbles she read about in romance novels. She screamed out in pain but then she moaned loudly in pleasure and felt her arms reach out for him. Though she wanted to fight him her nails instead found his flesh and dug in to hold tight so that she would not be tempted to pull away but rather to pull into his advances. He guided her by his grasp on her throat and pushed her back until she lay on the floor of the cave looking up at him. He seemed to tower over her. She could not take her eyes off of him even when he bit her again on her other breast. She screamed again but pushed her breast hard into his bite trying to meet him and not tear herself away. He began to run his hands over her body, reaching underneath her and grasping her ass with a force that made her body rise up from the ground and push itself to him. He finally removed his hand from her throat and with great force he spread her legs wide apart, exposing her sopping wet pussy, swollen labia that were now purple from the blood that had filled the lower extremities of her body, and a clit that was so hard and erect that the slightest breath over it sent shivers and waves of uncontrollable orgasm through her body. Michael was forcefully commanding her body. Michael lowered his head between her legs. The mixed odors of her urine and her feminine arousal were sweeter than he had imagined. He was going to enjoy this seduction more than most. There was something special about this woman. He knew he had her, but yet he knew that she was stronger and more independent than most. He would have her body now though; he wasn't up for pleasant little seductions anymore - she would be his with or without her cooperation on this night. The Beast's Virgin Offering He felt that it would be the latter but it would be the latter accompanied by great fear and reservations. He shoved his face into her pussy and without any preparation or warning for her he bit down hard on her swollen labia and then licked it with care to soothe it before biting it hard again. She screamed loudly and arched her back upwards driving his stiff tongue deep into her. She pushed up again, feeling the hot, rigid flesh moving around inside her vagina deeper than anything that had ever been inside of her before. Tears were now streaming from her eyes and burning her cheeks as they rolled down her face and neck. She could not stop wanting him to do more and yet at the same time she wanted to suddenly wake up safe and sound in her bed, finding this to have been one of those erotic dreams that she loved so much. Looking into his eyes she only felt control; not love or desire, just control. She now became aware of her grip still holding his body, with her nails dug deeply into his skin. He pulled his face from between her splayed thighs and began to push his fingers deep into her pussy, while he massaged her clit with his thumb. She felt an urge that she didn't recognize and with no warning her body released a gush of hot liquid that covered his hands. He held the wet hand up and looked at the sparkling liquid running down his wrist. For the first time since Cassey met Michael he looked pleased with her. He climbed over top of her, placed his hand over her mouth and pushed two of the fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste the liquid that soaked them. Cassey was surprised at the sweetness of the nectar that her body had given up so easily to him. It fueled the fire within her and made her need for him stronger. She dug her nails harder into his back, now begging him for more. She had such a conflict within her: Her body begged for more, but her brain pleaded for mercy. She seemed to be at the heights of ecstasy and in the complete and total grip of horror at the same time. Michael pushed her knees as wide apart as he could and moved his body in between them. Though Cassey was still a virgin, she could never remember seeing a man's cock so big or so hard before, even on the internet. She knew what was about to happen and she could tell that this was going to be painful beyond anything that her brain would allow her to imagine. She drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for the worst. She felt the giant head of his cock gently penetrate her and then without warning a thrust that sent unspeakable pain shooting through her body with a force that made her scream in agony that could be heard echoing throughout the Black Forest. The last thing she remembered, just before she lost consciousness, was the torso of a man above her and the face of a beast: A giant wolf head with fangs as long as knife blades, red eyes like gemstones, bristled hair around the neck, and a hot, sticky, yellow saliva that dripped onto her body, each drop burning her like hot candle wax. *** When Cassey opened her eyes she felt extremely groggy. She blinked a few times and realized the sun was shining in through the window and she was in her bed at the hotel. She started to sit up and before she had her head completely off the pillow rested it back again. Her body ached all over. She rested for a minute and then pulled the duvet back to explore the problem. When the covers were removed and her naked body exposed, she gasped at the sight before her. She had deep purple bruises covering her from her chest to her knees. She couldn't see very well from the angle at which she was reclining, but it appeared that she had puncture wounds close to her nipples and her areolas were swollen to twice their normal size. She slowly pushed up on her elbows and began to twist her body to the side of the bed when she noticed that from her vaginal mound to her knees she had stream after stream of dark, dried blood stains. The sheet was also caked with dried blood. At this precise moment she had a flash of every detail of the early morning encounter rush through her brain and she knew it was no dream. She was no longer a virgin and she didn't know who or what had taken that from her. He seemed part man and part beast, but that was impossible. It must be impossible! Those things only happened in legends, not in the real world in which she lived...or could she say, had lived in? She managed to pull herself from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. She had planned on a hot shower and then maybe even a soak in a very hot bubble bath following that. She knew she had to eat soon but thought after cleaning up she might just fall back into bed to nurse her weary body with rest. These plans changed the minute she walked into the lavatory. On the marble counter top by the sink was a small vial of liquid with a note. "Put this elixir into your bath water and soak in it until the water is cool. Come to the forest after midnight and return the vial to me. Michael" Once again Cassey found that events beyond her control or understanding seemed to be robbing her of the ability to make rational choices or to summon her own sense of right and wrong, reality and fantasy. She turned the water on and watched it fill the tub. Then, as if in a trance, she poured the contents of the vial into the water and carefully slipped into the tub immersing her body in the specially prepared bath. She closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could and let her body soak. She rested there until the water felt cool. She began to pull herself to her feet when she noticed that her strength had returned and she felt vibrant again, if not more so than she had before. She was overwhelmed with awe when she noticed that every bruise and puncture to her battered body that had been evident before the bath was gone. She felt no pain or aching. It was just like magic. Cassey knew without a doubt that she had entered into a realm of experience that was beyond her explanation or understanding, inhabited by forces greater than her. She wasn't sure there was a way out and if there was one she didn't know if she wanted out. Cassey dressed and put the vial in her pocket and then headed out of the hotel to find food. She was famished. As she left the hotel she decided to find the closest café and eat everything they had in the kitchen. When she rounded the corner of the hotel and expected to see the pathway to the forest, on which she had found herself in the wee hours of this same day, she stopped short and blinked hard. There was no path, no welcoming trail. It was as though someone had painted it there earlier and then came along behind themselves and obliterated it with a giant eraser. She turned in every direction to be sure she was in the right place. She was; there was no doubt she was in the right place but there definitely was no path. She wondered what she should do now; her instructions were clear: she should return to the path after midnight tonight. How could she if there was no path to return to? She would deal with that later; right now she needed to eat. After Cassey finished her afternoon lunch and early dinner at the café she wandered around the village and drifted in and out of shops drinking in all of the intrigue of being in a new place. A place so far from home and so different from her normal surroundings. She had a few conversations along the way trying to communicate with people who spoke some English and understood novice German. Usually those conversations ended with a nod and a smile. As it began to get dark, Cassey again felt the jet lag leech out her energy and she returned to the hotel for a nap. She wanted to wake in the night and follow the instructions she had been given. It was a mystery to her now, but she wanted once again to retrace her steps and see if the path would still be missing. She might not find Michael again but she would at least have followed his instructions and for reasons she certainly didn't comprehend, that seemed to be very important to her. When the alarm rang, Cassey's eyes blinked open and she was instantly wide awake. She dressed quickly, donned her running shoes, made sure the vial was in her pocket, left her room and locked the door behind her. She hurried to the lift and pushed the lobby button. When the lift had descended to the lobby she walked out of the cage, quickly looked around and then made her way out of the front entrance. Her pace was so fast that she was just a little winded when she turned the corner at the end of the hotel building. To her amazement and her relief there was the entrance to the forest with the path right in front of her, just as it had been the night before. She glanced at her watch and it was 12:05 AM. She was right on schedule. Unlike the previous day, when Cassie entered the forest she did not feel the need to be cautious on a new trail. She began her run with a confidence that surprised even her. She felt the cool damp air of the forest fill her lungs and it seemed to invigorate her, sending her faster and deeper into the heavily wooded territory that had become strangely familiar. The faster she ran the more she felt consumed by an intense physical need to find Michael. She did not feel or think of anything emotional when she thought of him. She just knew that her body needed his body close to her...yes, very close. To enable her lungs to draw breath, her heart to beat, and her loins to gather pleasure in a way that would sustain her being, her very existence. She lost all track of how deeply she had run into the woods. When the needs became stronger within her body, she began to shed clothing as she ran. She would make brief stops, long enough to pull the sweatpants and sweatshirt from her body, then her panties, bra, and her socks and shoes. With each stop she felt even more compelled to run harder and faster. Soon she was running on her bare feet with twigs and pebbles stabbing into her soles. Paradoxically, even the fierce pain of the torture to her feet only made her desire to find Michael and feel him on her and in her that much stronger. She began to call for him, quietly at first. Almost a whisper. "Michael, where are you?" She would squeeze out of her winded lungs. Then with more determination and will she yelled loudly for him. Finally, Cassie stopped in the middle of the path, bent forward to rest her hands on her knees for a moment, gathered her strength, pulled in all the breath she could squeeze into her lungs and raised her head to face the treetops. With a volume that seemed superhuman she screamed a deafening plea at the sky; "M I C H A E L! I'M HERE! WHERE ARE YOU?" She waited in the silence for a sign but nothing came. She slowly turned to walk out of the forest, feeling defeated, when she sensed something approaching her from behind. Before she could spin around to see if it was him she felt a shove and found herself landing on all fours on the forest floor with a thud. Cassie was trying to regain her balance and turn around when she felt two enormous hands grab her waist and what felt like a knee being shoved between her thighs, driving her legs across the rough terrain of the forest floor, and spreading her legs unnaturally far apart. With no warning, the entity that had her pinned in this position rammed his huge, hard male appendage into her vaginal slit and began to fuck her viciously. She felt the hot waxy drips of its saliva on her buttocks and could hear the animal-like groans that seemed to fill the forest air. In unconscious reaction, she began to push her ass back into the penetrating thrusts. She suddenly knew that she had found him. Michael was with her and all she wanted was more of him. As her ass pushed back into his body she was aware of his enormous testicles swinging and slapping into her clit each time he thrust his cock deeper into her body. It seemed to Cassey that she should be feeling pain, a great deal of pain, but there was none...there was only the most sublime sense of fulfillment! Her thoughts shifted to his face and she longed desperately to look into his eyes, but he was riding her like a well-trained pony and she had no strength to try to turn and look him in the face. She lowered her head submissively, raised her rump high, and pushed into his thrusts allowing his cock to ram deeply over and over into her slick, wet, inviting cunt. When he finally reached the height of his attack on her swollen and tender internal flesh, he rammed his cock so deep in her that she lost her balance and fell to her elbows, flinching as he emitted a blood curdling howl that shook the branches of the trees and brought boulders down from the mountainside. With that howl Cassie felt something deep inside of her awaken, reaching up out of her innermost being even more than it had during her previous meeting with Michael. She felt him pull his huge cock from her stretched vaginal flesh and waited for him to say or do something to instruct her what he wanted from her next. There was nothing. Just as quickly as Michael had come to her in the forest on this night and taken her for the second time, he had now vanished once again. She felt strangely at peace with this and collapsed onto the ground in a heap for some time to regain her strength before the long silent journey out of the primeval wilderness that had become so familiar to her. *** When Cassey awoke the next morning she searched the room for a note or a sign that Michael had come to her in the night but she couldn't find any evidence of this. She was left feeling sad and empty. No instructions for a future visit; no mysterious note saying something provocative about the previous night; nothing. Then it crossed her mind that while running she had shed her jacket, forgetting all about the vial she was to return to him. She took the jacket from the back of the chair and felt in the pocket. Relieved to find it, she pulled it from the pocket and smiled as she realized it had been refilled. It wasn't as wonderful as a note would have been, but it was something. He cared! While the pain from Michael's attack on her body did not seem to be as noticeable on this morning as it had been the last, her body was still battered, bruised and torn from the events of the night before and she welcomed the new supply of the healing elixir. *** For the next seven days Cassie made a nightly vigil of running along the mysterious path. She called repeatedly for Michael and begged him to come to her. But he never did. She at times needed to feel his touch on and in her body so badly that she would strip in the forest and find a soft mossy grove, where she could feel as close to him as possible and then she would bring herself to exquisite pleasure over and over, fueled by the sound of her own voice crying out for him. Her moans seemed to fill the entire forest, like that of a female animal longing for her companion or her cubs when they were injured or missing. The sounds she emitted seemed comforting and familiar to her but were also sounds that she thought were unnatural for her to make. Nevertheless, however pleading or desperate these moans were for over a week, they never brought Michael to her side. The night before Cassey was to leave for the long flight back to the United States she planned one last trip on the magical path that was now so familiar to her. She would find some way to say goodbye to the phantom man-beast that had taken her twice so many days ago. She still had not figured out how she was to deal with this insatiable hunger for him that her body had developed. But she would have to adapt. There would be no primeval forest at home for her to slip away to every night for relief. She would have to find some way to put him and this entire experience in the past and learn to live in the reality that what happened to her was supernatural at best and some sort of horrible and sweet psychosis at worst. Whatever she had to do to retain her sanity and continue with her life, she was prepared to do, but not without great inner turmoil and sadness. *** When midnight came on her final night in the land of the Black Forest, Cassey awoke as usual and dressed for one last visit into the forest. She had given up all hope of ever seeing or feeling Michael again but she dressed especially nice this night. She was going to lay herself on the mossy ground that had now become a familiar bed to her and she was going to give herself to him in the strongest way she knew how. She would recline alone on the cool damp moss, concentrating on every moment in Michael's presence until trickles of light came through the canopy of tree tops and found their way to her eyes. Then she would dress herself, go to her room, gather her things, say goodbye to the night clerk with whom she was now on a first name basis, get into a taxi and head for her homeland, never again looking back. She slipped into a beautiful silk camisole that glowed against her soft tan skin. The matching panties came next and were tied on each side with strands of silk ribbon. She placed a gold anklet around her right ankle. Her nails were manicured and painted as bright a red color as she could find in the little village. Her pedicure matched the manicure and on her legs she wore nothing but moisturizer. Instead of dressing for running tonight she was going to stroll slowly down the path, taking photos in her brain that she hoped would last her a lifetime. She pulled on a white satin mini dress that had a plunging neckline and an empire waist accentuating her perfect breasts. She tied the straps at the shoulder in big bows which gave her a sort of impish little girl appearance. Tonight, instead of running shoes, she decided to go into the forest barefooted. She wanted to feel the cool ground on her bare feet and to see her beautifully painted red toes sink into the green moss when she reached it. Cassey brushed her hair, put on some lip moisturizer, found the empty vial and turned from the mirror to leave the room and lock the door for her last visit to her magical world. She was consumed with sadness and overtaken by the lust and desire that had come to make a home in her body. She left the lobby and turned the corner to find the entrance into the mystical world that she yearned for so badly. When she made that turn her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in amazement at the sight she beheld. She could not help her mind wrap itself around what it was trying to come to terms with just feet in front of her. She only gasped and stood frozen for several minutes. At the entrance to the pathway Cassey saw two apparitions floating on either side. They were beautiful fairy creatures that were translucent and surrounded by an illuminating glow. They floated like liquid in the air, emitting bight colorful hues of green, yellow and blue. They had golden wings that slowly swept back and forth in the air keeping them afloat. Each one beckoned her toward the path with an outstretched arm and fingers that moved in and out in a welcoming motion, enticing her to come with them. Cassey felt only peace and moved eagerly toward them. On this night the pathway was lighted with fiery torches for as far as Cassey could see. The torches crackled from the fire and sent orange and red sparks up into the night like giant fireflies. As Cassey followed the mystical path she could feel the presence of the fairies behind her but she had no fear of them or urges to stop and bask in their beauty or to be detained by the fascination she felt for them. Her only thought beyond the incredible imagery before her was that Michael must be at the end of the path waiting for her. That was all she cared about.