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Introduction:

This is an alternate ending to the original Into The Woods short stories. Part One remains the same. From Part Two and forward, the plot has changed. Please leave a rating and tell me what you think :)

I pace back and forth across my room. Surely he can't know where I live. If I do this, it will be my choice. I sigh and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and touch up my makeup. Although I am naturally pretty, I still like to add eyeliner and mascara. Sometimes blush. I have pale, even, light skin. deep brown eyes (that vary between hazel and mahogany red-brown), a delicate centered nose, full pink rosy lips, thin eyebrows that compliment my face. I have a decent body as well. 34C breasts with a small ribcage and even slimmer waist. Full hips and legs that aren't curvy or bony. My ass is round, but not huge. It is proportional for my figure.

Looking up in the mirror I move my soft, dark auburn brown hair aside and look to see the angry red marks on the back of my neck. I think back to last night and close my eyes. I remember his smell, the deep resonating sound of his voice in my thoughts, the feeling of him on top of me... And it is decided. I will go. I walk back to my room and slip out of my clothes. I put on a black lace bra with matching lace underwear. Then I pull on a pair of size 3 skinny jeans that are dark navy blue with faded bits. I look through my closet and pick out a loose, almost see through black tshirt and pull it on over my grey tank top. This is one of my favorite shirt combinations. The tank top is form fitting around my body, showing off my thin yet full figure, and the black shirt adds compliments to my skin. I look in the side mirror on my wall and bite my lip. I'm missing something.. I turn back to the closet and get out a thin grey scarf to match my tank then slip on my black vans.

I spritz myself with a few sprays of perfume then turn and walk over to the back door. I take a deep breath and walk through onto the porch. I turn to close the door and step down into the grass. I breath through my nose and smile, fighting the urge to change. The woods aren't as magical in this form. I sigh and walk into the trees, trying to follow my path from last night.

As I go deeper into the woods I look around, feeling my heart beat pick up and my hair raise. He is near.. I can feel it. I just can't see him yet. I step past a large tree and freeze. I see him, he is casually leaning against another tree. He has a black pair of jeans and a black flannel. I notice he is almost as light as I am, with pitch black hair that's a few inches long and perfectly straight. I step closer and he looks up, smiling at me. I look into his eyes, sucked in by his gaze. My breath catches in my throat, for the second time since I have met this man. His eyes are pitch black, with long eyelashes. He has full lips that are more skin colored than pink. He looks muscular, definitely in shape. He chuckles to himself. The same sound I heard in my thoughts.

He asks me, "Now what is a pretty girl like you doing out alone in the woods, again?". He flashes a smile revealing teeth just as white as mine. His canines are longer and thicker than a human’s would be, but that is normal for males of our kind. Other than that his smile would be considered flawless to a human.

I smile back, showing my own flawless teeth. "I wanted to see you." I look up into his eyes as he moves closer, only a few inches away now. He towers over me at 6'2. Without hesitation he finishes closing the distance between us, wraps one arm around the small of my back, and lifts my chin up with his other hand. I hold my breath, my heart hammering in my chest. He looks into my eyes and kisses me. I kiss back, biting his lower lip. He groans ever so lightly and pulls back. "I wasn't expecting that.", he raises an eyebrow at me as he says this. He leans back in and presses his lips to mine, more forcefully this time. His tongue traces my lip and I open my mouth, my tongue meeting his halfway.

Our tongues intertwine and I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders, standing on tip toes. He smiles through our kiss and bites my lip hard as he picks me up at the hips. I moan and lock my legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, making soft passionate kisses. He wraps both of his arms firmly around my waist before he walks over to a bigger tree, pressing me against it.

I moan as the bark scrapes my back. He smiles and I can feel him breathing on my neck, yet again. I tighten my legs around his waist and tangle my hands through his hair. He presses his hips into me, rubbing his erection against my pussy through our clothes. I gasp and he bites my neck, kissing it roughly, more fervently.

He slips his arms out from my waist and reaches down to unbuckle and unzip his pants. I hear the bundle hit the ground and reach to undo my own jeans. The pressure of our bodies together is the only thing holding me to the tree. He reaches back to me and grabs my hips, lifting me up so only my shoulders are against the tree.

He holds me with ease as he pulls my jeans and underwear off in one move. He groans and leans down; now both arms are holding me. He lifts my hips up and hovers with his face an inch from my bare pussy. I moan and spread my legs. He drags his tongue from my pussy to my clit, making me shudder. I notice his tongue is pierced. I feel the ring circling my clit before he drags his tongue back down and plunges it into my pussy. I moan loudly and arch my back, pushing my hips to his face.

He smiles and pushes his tongue deeper, then pulls it back out and begins attacking my clit as he slips a finger into my pussy. I moan my words, gasping "more…. Please!"

he groans and smiles, murmuring around my clit, "your already soaked". I grind my hips into his hand, desperately trying to get deeper penetration. He slips in another finger and curls the two against my g-spot, quickly pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of me. I moan, almost at an orgasm. He smirks and bites my clit, not too hard, but with enough pressure to surprise me.

I whimper and moan as I feel the orgasm building. He continues gaining speed until I am about to cum, then he suddenly pulls his hand out. I am about to complain when I feel him pull me down onto his hips, his head at the entrance to my pussy. He crushes his mouth to mine as he pushes me back against the tree then keeps pushing his hips forward.

I kiss him roughly and moan into his mouth as he pushes his entire length into me. I arch my back and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls out until only his head is inside me then slams his hips back into mine. We both moan at the same time, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He begins doing quick, deep thrusts and wraps his arms around my waist. Suddenly he backs away from the tree, pulling me with him.

He lifts me up then lowers me on his dick, impaling me onto his length. I moan loudly and let my head fall back, breaking our kiss. He bounces me up and down on, pushing his hips up to meet mine as they go down. We are both breathing hard. He bites my neck and kisses it. I begin to grind my hips into his, using my whole body to push myself against him with each thrust. He clamps down on my neck and I moan hard, feeling him make a hickey.

“Mmmmm, fuck” He growls in my ear. I arch my back, the orgasm building. He slows his pace. Slowly pulling out, and then easing back into me. I moan in frustration, the orgasm lost now. I desperately try to wiggle my hips, arch my back, anything to create the same friction as before. He chuckles. I press my eyebrows together, irritated that he is amused by my obvious lack of satisfaction.

“Just what exactly do you find so funny?” I ask him. He smirks, holding my arms above my head. “This” he says, and I feel a rope tighten around my wrists. I look up to see a system of rope rigging and pulleys worked out through the tree branches above us. I look back at him, my eyes wide. It’s a trap. He brought me here. Specifically to this spot because it was a trap, all along. I weakly try to growl, and pull my hands free from my restraints. It’s no use. The knots he has tied are strong, and the more I struggle the tighter the knots get.

He eases out of me and leaves me hanging, my arms held strongly above my head and my feet barely touching the ground. I look up at him, terrified. I can tell that he loves every bit of this. He enjoys the fact that I was completely taken by surprise, and that now I’m powerless. He likes that I have been left defenseless for him to do as he pleases with me.

I try to transform to my wolf form, but to my distress I find that I can’t. I really start to panic now. I look up at him again and he merely chuckles. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t think of that? Those are enchanted ropes. You’r stuck in your human form as long as you have those on you.” The tone in his voice clearly shows his amusement with my situation. I look around desperately, feeling like a rat trapped in a cage.

“p-p-please… I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me!” I stammer, trying to beg and reason with him. He smirks again. “And that, my horny little plaything, is the main idea.” The way he looks at me as he says this makes me uneasy. Just the fact alone that he brought me here, with this trap already set up makes me feel sick. This was his plan from the start. Lure me out here, alone, have some fun, then do god knows what with me. Oddly, I notice that I’m still aroused. This bothers me.

I’m ripped from my thoughts by the sharp crack of a whip across my stomach, followed by a creaking in the trees as the rope is lowered, placing me lower to the ground. I cry out, tears welling in my eyes. The blow also knocks me off- balance and I’m left almost on my knees. Now I’m hanging by my wrists which are tied to the pulley system of rope above me, mostly hidden by the trees. I look up at him, and a look of concern is clouding his face.

“Stand up.” he tells me, in a stern voice. I whimper, tears spilling down my cheeks and onto the ground. He squats down so that he is face-to-face with me. “If I have to tell you again, then I’m really going to give you something to cry about. Now stand up.” I lift my face to look into his eyes and I see something in him that frightens me and arouses me at the same time. Although he does seem to have a bit of remorse, he is clearly enjoying every second of this. His eyes are bright, full of energy, as he takes in every movement I make. I gasp as I struggle to stand, a thick red welt beginning to form across my stomach where he had whipped me. I finally get on my feet and look up at him. He smiles, and walks up to me.

He reaches toward me and I flinch. His smile disappears. He reaches toward me again, my wide brown eyes following him. He traces his fingertips form my cheek down my neck, slowly past my collar bones, down my ribcage, gently over the welt, circles around my navel, then continues his path down to my pussy. I hear gasping, raw breathing and it takes me a while to realize that the sound is coming from my own mouth. He leans closer, whispering softly in my ear as he slips two fingers into my wet, aching pussy.

“You don’t need to fear me. As long as you behave and do as you’re told, we will have a wonderful relationship. I will respect your opinions and wishes as long as you follow my rules, obey my commands, and fully give yourself over to me. I will only punish you if you displease me. Good behavior will be rewarded. Bad behavior will be punished. Your only purpose is now to please me. Do you understand?” He skillfully works his fingers within me as he waits for an answer.

I have a hard time thinking. I don’t realize how much I am enjoying his praise until he takes his hand away. I moan in frustration and lean my body forward, practically begging for more. “Well?” he asks, then adds, “Do you not like what I’m doing?”. “No!” I cry out, and immediately the hand returns. He grinds his thumb against my clit while his middle and ring fingers penetrate me again.

I moan, my body betraying me. I can feel myself becoming more wet. I want him and he knows it. “Last chance. Are you in or not?” I gasp, another orgasm building. I’m too distracted to answer him yet. My orgasm is so close. I can feel it building, welling up from deep within me. I’m so close now..

And the hand is gone again. I writhe, and cry out “Yes! Yes, I’m in! Please don’t stop!” I drop my head, ashamed of myself. I’ve given myself over to a complete stranger. And I like it. What started as fear has been replaced by a blend of comfort, horniness, and a lingering sense of powerlessness. Even while I was terrified of this man, my body still betrayed me. My sensibility overpowered by my carnal needs.

While I’m lost in my own emotions and thoughts, he has walked a small distance away and is now returning with something in his hand. He lifts my head gently, rubbing his thumb over my chin. “Good girl” he praises me, kissing my lips passionately. I moan softly and look at him, finding the smile on his face oddly comforting. I feel like I’ve done well. He holds a collar out to me, showing me it. It is black with a silver sheen to it, just like my wolf form’s fur. And it’s got a pretty silver leash loop on one end, with a silver buckle to close it. It’s beautiful.

I stare at the collar in awe, and he smiles. I look up at him as he clicks the collar closed around my neck and I’m happy to feel that it fits perfectly. He informs me that the collar is enchanted as well, and will grow or shrink to accommodate my human and wolf forms. He also tells me that only he will be able to remove the collar.

I nod. He stands in front of me, his erection only inches from my face. “Suck it.” He commands, his voice taking the stern tone again. I look up at him, frozen. He steps closer and takes a fistful of my hair into his hand; I gasp and open my mouth. He looks down at me, waiting. I close my lips around him and rub my tongue hard against the underside of his dick, pressing my head forward. He groans and releases my hair. “Good girl. Deeper now.” His praise encourages me and I happily push my head farther, pressing him to the entrance of my throat.

He grips my head and thrusts forward, pushing down my throat in one thrust. I choke at first, then I moan on him, my face now pressed against his hips. He gently holds my head and begins thrusting into my throat. I moan softly and feel myself becoming aroused again, still not satisfied from the earlier lack of orgasm. I swallow around him, my throat tightening. He groans and the sound makes me feel accomplished. He begins to thrust harder and faster into my mouth and throat. I grind my tongue against him constantly, and swallow when I can.

It’s now long before he is groaning louder. He suddenly pulls out of my mouth and I look up at him as hot streams of cum spurt over my cheeks and lips. I smile and lick as much of the cum off as I can. He licks my cheek, and then kisses me. The salty sweet taste of his cum mingles in my mouth as his tongue teases mine. He backs away from me, smiling as he looks at my body. He looks particularly at the silver leash loop of my collar, which is shining in the moon light. “Oh, the things we’ll do. Just you wait.” He says with a smirk.

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