Cindy looked out the window as she fastened the clasp of the red cloak around her neck. She saw her own reflection in the glass. It looked resigned. She stuck out her tongue at it and stepped away from the window.
With a sigh, she ran her hands across the soft fabric of her bodysuit. It was tight and snug, stretching across her curves. Oh no, that was a mistake. The sensation made her shiver in pleasure. She lifted her hand and crossed her arms over her chest.
This was a silly game, she thought. Why couldn't her grandmother walk the two hundred meters from her little cottage, and get her food herself? It was just ridiculous that Cindy should dress up and carry the big basket of bread, cheese, fruit and meat - not to mention the wine. Grandmother was fond of wine.
Cindy had other things to do, really. She had a job, for one thing, and her own life. Just because she'd agreed to live here and take care of her grandmother didn't mean everything had to revolve around the old woman.
That wasn't really the problem, was it. It was okay. She loved Grandmother. No, what annoyed her was the play-acting. The silly dress, and the basket. It made her look silly. Sexy, yes, but silly, as if she was role-playing a stupid fairytale. She was way too old for fairytales.
I'm twenty-five
, she'd whined to Grandmother,
why do I need to wear this
. Grandmother had just smiled indulgently.
Oh honey, it makes you look so cute. So cute and pretty
. Then Grandmother had run a hand down her front, lightly and quickly across her throat, chest and belly. The memory made Cindy shiver again.
She glanced out the window and froze. Something had moved out there. Something gray, furry, and ragged. She groaned and carefully brought her hands up to her mouth. Keep them up here, she told herself. Not... down there.
Air wafted softly across her pussy and ass as she walked to the kitchen to fetch the basket. She shivered but kept walking. Oh, how she wished she could wear normal clothes, instead of this ridiculously tight bodysuit with its crotch open. She made a mental note to ask Grandmother about it. Again.
Okay, it was time to go. She went to the door and took her red cap from its hook. For a moment she glared at it, and then she put it on. There was nothing else she could do.
The compulsion gripped her instantly. Softly at first, and then stronger. She held herself still, in a moment of silent rebellion, before the cap's compulsion overrode her mind. It always did. She'd tried to go out without it - and had stopped on the threshold, unable to move in any other way except to go back and get the cap. She'd tried to sneak out some other way - a window, the back door, the chimney. Okay, so the chimney hadn't worked and hadn't been a serious attempt, but - still. None of it worked. She had to wear the cap.
Now she was wearing it, and she could feel the pleasure flowing down from her head and through her body. Her pussy was already starting to smolder and her mind was - melting. Cindy fought the vapid smile spreading across her face. She fought, and lost, and giggled at herself.
She was dumbing down, she knew, and it felt absolutely amazing. She was turning into a bimbo. No - she was returning into a bimbo. Into the bimbo she was meant to be. She giggled again. So good to be a bimbo...
The final surge of pleasure made her eyes roll back. When she could see the room again she giggled again and quickly reached down to slide a finger along her slit. It was wet and hot and - yummy! She licked her finger clean, and then stepped out the door.
The door closed behind her, and she blinked. Little Bimbo Redcap walked along the path and for a few brief moments, she remembered Cindy. Cindy the boring, prudish young woman. Who worked so hard and thought so much. But she was back there, in the house, left behind. She wasn't here!
Little Bimbo Redcap giggled and started to skip along the path.
She was happy and horny and on her way to her Grandmother with the old woman's food. She loved to go to Grandmother! Loved being out here in the woods, in the dark dangerous woods, where anyone could hide behind a tree and wait for a cute, dumb, sexy girl...
That was the biggest danger in the forest, she knew. She was such a dumb, horny bimbo that any man could capture her. Capture her and fuck her, and the pleasure would overwhelm her and blow her mind apart, and leave her nothing but a dumb, drooling pussy-slut, good for nothing more than being fucked. Redcap shivered and pressed her legs together. She mustn't think about that! It was too hot...
A man stepped out from behind a tree. Redcap stopped and blinked. No, it wasn't a man, she saw. It was a wolf walking on two legs. A big,
bad
wolf. She let her eyes slide down the gray fur and licked her lips. The wolf had a big cock, and it was hard already.
Redcap raised her chin and stared defiantly at the wolf. It would have worked better if she hadn't giggled, but the wolf stared back hungrily. She arched her back slightly, to give the wolf a better view of her big, round boobs. The wolf's jaw dropped open. Redcap moaned softly. Oh, how she hoped the wolf wasn't planning to ravage her here, not even fifty meters from Grandmother's cottage...
The wolf reached beneath its fur and took out a large, blue crystal on a gold chain from beneath its fur, Redcap squealed and shivered in pleasure. Oh no, the wolf was a hypnotist!
"Look here, girl." The wolf growled in a very nice way, and Redcap swayed as it walked up to her and held out the crystal. Her eyes locked onto it instantly.
The crystal began to swing back and forth, back and forth. Redcap followed it in rapt fascination. She had to look away, she knew, or she would end up hypnotized by the big, bad, horny wolf. She would be hypnotized and completely helpless...
"You are so horny," the wolf growled. "You need to be fucked so bad. You need me to fuck you."
The wolf wasn't a very good hypnotist, some part of Redcap's dazed mind noted, not like some of them. Not that it mattered - she was just a dumb bimbo and she couldn't resist hypnosis, no matter how clumsy it was.
"I need you to fuck me," she whispered, and kept following the crystal back and forth. She was already drifting away. The familiar sensation of trance was swallowing her dumb bimbo mind and turning her into nothing but a helpless, obedient...
"You are my slave," the wolf said.
"I am your slave," Redcap agreed. It was true, she knew. It had always been true, and would always be true.
"You will do anything I tell you," the wolf said.
"Yes," she breathed.
The wolf lowered the crystal and Redcap felt a twinge of disappointment. She was already hypnotized enough, but she
liked
being hypnotized... She wanted the wolf to take her deeper, to keep swinging the crystal and talk to her until she was completely wrapped in his commands and suggestions, until she was nothing but a puppet for him.
It didn't matter. She was hypnotized enough. Hypnotized and obedient.
"Put the basket down," the wolf ordered. Redcap bent down gracefully and did so, making sure keep her legs and back straight, so her ass jutted out. The wolf noticed and walked around behind her. She remained bent over while the wolf ran its hands over her ass.
She bent her head back and moaned, and heard the wolf growling. It ran a hand down her thigh and back up the inside, to tease her pussy lips. It made her shudder in pleasure.
"Get down on all fours," the wolf said. For a moment, Redcap wondered who he was - but the thought flittered away and disappeared into the soft fog of trance. She was hypnotized now, and she'd been a dumb bimbo to start with. She couldn't think at all. She giggled happily and lowered her chest towards the ground, arching her back as much as she could.
The wolf was panting and grunting behind her, and then gripped her hips and positioned its cock between her legs. She mewled and shook her ass, and the wolf roared. It pulled her back, onto its cock.
Redcap screamed as a mini-orgasm coursed through her. Oh, she loved cock! She loved to be fucked! She needed to be fucked!
The wolf did have a nice, big cock, and as it pushed deeper into her pussy she lost track of everything else. Her hypnotized bimbo mind could barely track anything as it was, and with the big, hard shaft driving into her soft, warm wetness it shrank into a narrow point, with no space for anything but her pussy.
As the wolf began to fuck her, Redcap let herself drown in the pleasure. She was talking, maybe, or squealing and moaning and maybe shouting, but she wasn't listening and barely noticed. It felt so good.
It. Felt. So. Fucking. Good.
She was cumming already, her pussy clenching around the wolf's cock as it drove in and out of her.
