Red Ridinghood

This is basically an erotic love story and of course, all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is the beginning of a new series of Modern Erotic Fairy Tales and contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Red Riding Hood

Chapter 5

When Wes got home, he carried her limp form into the house and to their bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and began to inspect the damage to her body. Her body was riddled with claw marks and parts of her waist, legs and torso were bad, but her spectacular breasts had been mauled. There were puncture marks as if they had been grabbed and squeezed by massive paws with claws.

He gathered some of her makeup wipes and with just water began to clean her body all over. Occasionally she would squirm, moan and whimper when he cleaned sensitive areas like her nipples or inner thighs. As he finished, he stared at this incredibly beautiful woman that had just been taken advantage of. Anger began to build inside him.

She didn't deserve this and he was going to get some retribution. He decided to let her sleep for a while then get her wounds dressed, food in her belly and let her sleep for however long she could. About an hour later he heard her moaning and her eyes opened.

He fed her breakfast, after which she started to fall asleep but he kept her awake long enough to bathe her and dress her wounds and only then did she come out of her coma long enough to tell him what had happened. As she told the story she began to cry, ashamed of letting herself be used by that werebeast.

However, Wes had the opposite reaction and the fury inside him grew the more he heard of the story and he knew he had to avenge her. At the end of the story, she collapsed again, Wes tucked her into bed where she slept for twelve hours, but he stalked around the house with his hands and arms flexing as if trying to throttle someone. He did some research on how to kill a werebeast but it was all guess work. A seven-foot wolf beast, with claws and teeth, he needed help.

While Monique was sleeping Wes called half-a-dozen of the operators from his former SEAL unit and they all met in his living room. As he explained what had happened to Monica, most looked at him in disbelief. He was now dating a gorgeous model and she had been attacked by a mythical beast. It was all so unbelievable he had to usher them into the bedroom and uncover Monica's taut belly and show them all the claw marks. Monica didn't stir though the whole process.

Now they believed both that he had a gorgeous model girlfriend and she had been attacked by some kind of Werebeast. When they readjourned in the living room Wes relayed his research on killing werebeasts. First there were no differences between werebeasts and werewolves, at least in his research. So, George piped up and asked, "So silver bullets, spears and swords will kill it?"

Wes slowly answered, "As far as I can find in the research, all that is true. But I don't have any silver bullets, or silver spears, but we all have a silver sword."

Steve spoke up, "I do my own reloads and if someone had a bunch of silver, I could melt it down and make some silver 9mm bullets."

Suddenly they all started talking over each other, but they had a plan with Steve creating some silver bullets, Ken had several souvenir spears with silver spear tips and Wes had several swords with silver blades. Wes knew his were the weakest weapons, because the silver was the weakest.

Tomorrow they will gather with their weapons at a warehouse close to the werebeasts office. Then with maybe some liquid courage they would go after the beast. After all the guys left, Wes went into the bedroom, sat on the bed letting his eyes roam over Monica tousled in the covers. Her fidgeting in the covers had uncovered large parts of her delicious figure and Wes couldn't stop his eyes from ogling her exposed body. She mesmerized him and he couldn't stop ogling her stunningly gorgeous face and figure.

Everything about her made him ache with desire. Yes, she was incredibly beautiful, but there was so much more. Her expressive face displayed ever though and feeling. Her love, her desires and even her innocence were always on display. When her succulent body began twisting seductively, her face lit up with desire with her eyes drawing him in and he couldn't do anything except give her what she wanted.

He was tempted to caress her and oh how he wanted to snuggle with her, but she needed to heal. He began to turn and get up but Monica twisted, uncovering everything she had to show, with her delicious, naked body on full display. He thought maybe she was awake but her eyes were still closed. As if in a dream her hands slowly began caressing her seductively uncovered form and his eyes couldn't break away while she moaned softly as she tweaked her nipples. His tongue licked his lips as her nipples seemed to call to him.

Wes felt her unintended seduction get to him. He licked his lips again and his hands ached to caress her while his crotch tightened in desperate need. His eyes followed her hands down her taut rippling abs until her fingers dipped into her pussy lips. Her hips began a seductive mambo, rocking back and forth, while her head spun between her shoulders and needy whimper came from her parted lips.

Wes quickly glanced at her eyes and while they were fluttering, they were still closed. At this point he couldn't stop as he leaned over and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Monica immediately arched her back pushing more of her breast into his voracious lips. She moaned, whimpered and finally begged, "Oh God, Wes I need you!"

He looked up, her eyes were open and desperate with need. He bit her nipple lightly, watched her eyes open wide, her back arch to fill his mouth with her breast flesh and her mouth open in an expressive needy moan. Wes smiled around her nipple and whispered, "Your need is my desire."

Wes switched to her other nipple and she obligingly arched it into his greedy mouth, with a breathless moan. His hand slid down her taut belly and wiggling hips with his fingers sliding into her soaked pussy. When his fingers began playing with her G-Spot and clit Monica went wild. Making sure not to dislodge any of his lips or fingers, she began to rip off his shirt, then pants until he was naked.

Monica ducked underneath him and began to wolf down his cock. Wes had never had Monica swallow his cock down her throat and his eyes rolled back in his head with bliss. He couldn't give up on her and picked her up twisted her around until her sopping wet pussy was over his mouth. He began to drink her nectar and gobble on her clit like a man possessed. It only took seconds for Monica's hips to clinch, quiver, shake and spasm in a wild orgasm. Wes wrapped his arms tightly around her to keep her from getting away as he began to give her climax after climax with his cock still deep in her throat.

Monica's orgasmic screams rippled up and down Wes's cock and although he tried to postpone his climax, he couldn't and began shooting ropes of seed down her throat. Wes heard her gurgling and quickly pulled her head off his cock, but he continued to feast on her nectar laden pussy. Her massive, wild, all-consuming orgasms continued one after the other with her body continuing her wild, quivering, spastic climatic exultation.

Monica had no idea how long she had been climaxing and her body was racked with orgasmic bliss, but she didn't want it to stop and still wanted more. When Wes lay her on her back holding and caressed her gently, she preened into his hands and mouth, then whispered softly and seductively, "Mmmmooorree, I want you in meeeee."

She began pulling on his cock desperate to get him inside her. Fortunately, Wes was still hard and ready to go. He tried to be gentle as he entered her soaked pussy, but she wanted none of that and vaulted her hips forcing him deep inside her. Monica screamed with a blissful banshee yell as Wes bottomed out against her cervix while also banging into her clit. Wes had no choice but to give her what she wanted and began jackhammering inside her.

Monica was immediately launched back into her wildly, jubilant orgasmic quivering. Her legs and hips shuddered and twisted as climaxes kept coming at a breakneck pace. She clawed at his back trying to get as much as of him she could inside her. This was what she wanted, to be taken like a bitch in heat.

Wes watched as her face screwed up in orgasmic rapture and her eyes kept rolling back in her head. They both lost track of the number of orgasms and eventually Monica's eyes rolled back in her head and stayed there as she fainted with overwhelming bliss. When she fainted, Wes pulled out of her and cradled her in his arms as he caressed and babied her. It was only seconds until she revived and she looked at him, shuddered, whispering, "Oh God, I how I love you and need you."

They spent the rest of the night holding each other, caressing each other and making love again. Wes realized just how much he loved this woman. She was everything he had ever desired, but when they made love, it was earthshattering. During the night Monica began calling him master and at first, he felt uncomfortable but she explained, "I want you to dominate me, especially when we made love. I also want to be your sexual bondage slave. I have discovered that being restrained or tied up, really turns me on."

"The idea of you binding me in contorted positions that strain my body and then having you tease me until I'm wild with desire has become my greatest fantasy. I don't want any pain, but I want you to use me as your sexual touchstone. Please master, play with me any way you want, but leave me quivering with satisfaction in the end. Can you practice some with me?"

Wes had to admit this was a wild request and one he had dreamed about. He kissed her deeply, then gathered some of his ties and bound her arms and legs to the corners of the bed. For the next two hours he teased and tormented her with his mouth and fingers, then added a remote-control Lush vibrator until she was shaking and quivering with uncontrollable need. Only when she was begging for release did her finally make love to her.

She eventually fell asleep with a huge smile of satisfaction on her face. Wes caressed her until her quivering stopped and watched as her body relaxed into a sublime, yet sensual pose. Only then did he finally sleep.

He had one more thing to do and then he would devote himself to her. He woke up in the morning, knowing his most critical act consisted of taking care of the werebeast. He stood over Monica watching her sleep peacefully. Her beautiful form was even more gorgeous in her sublime state. Her photogenic face was tranquil with bliss and love from last night still glowing. At that moment his heart ached with love in his chest and he had to do whatever needed to protect her.

Wes wrote her a note telling her that he would be dealing with the werebeast and be home after he was dealt with. He gathered everything he needed and with one last loving look at her gorgeous, serene form spread out naked on the bed he lightly kissed her then left the house to meet with his warrior friends.

The group of warriors met at an old empty warehouse that they were going to use for their prep time. The first thing they did was inventory their weapons and divide up whom would be using what. Then they discussed tactics and there was lots of speculation because no one knew how a werebeast would fight. They developed three groups based on the weapons they had and practiced several possible scenarios. Everyone knew they were going in blind, but everyone thought they would prevail.

As they crowded in the van, Wes looked around at all his compatriots and knew that each would willingly give his life for anyone in the van. They were all quiet and thinking about the upcoming fight, as was Wes. They had all mapped out their strategy but there were lots of unknowns. When the van pulled up outside the Wolf's office, everyone gave each other a last look then piled out of the van and into the office.

They dispersed according to plan but didn't see the werebeast. As the crew spread out shouts of "Clear" rang out and no one found the werebeast. Wes stood in the middle of the room looking for any location where the beast could be hiding, but didn't find anything. Everyone looked at each other and soon began searching for hidden doors or passages.

They had been searching for about 10 minutes when two doors burst open and two seven-foot, huge, hairy beasts exploded into the room swinging massive claws at the Ops team. Two claws connected with George's and Ken's body armor ripping the ceramic breastplate from its pocket and leaving their body armor in shreds, but they were still okay.

Everyone dropped to the floor with weapons at the ready. When they looked up the werebeasts were gone. Training kicked in and everyone created a circle, back-to-back so everyone was covered. Every other person had a gun interspersed with a spear. They moved as one to the door one of the beasts came out of, but nothing was there.

The group at the back saw movement and a werebeast launched himself from another hidden door. This time they were ready and three shots rang out and two spears went through the chest of the beast. While three warriors were taking care of the beast another launched out another hidden door and once again their warrior training kicked in with six shots and a spear filling the beast's chest. Both beasts retreated leaving a blood trail as they went.

Everyone was still on guard and they switched to an attack phalanx following the blood trails. They found both crumpled in corners of the hidden rooms, not dead yet but well on their way to dying. Wes's warriors knew there was more than one werebeast and searched the rooms until they were satisfied that all the beasts were accounted for and dead.

They took the bodies to the warehouse where they started and made sure to cremate them. Wes thanked his warrior friends; they all had a drink and then disperse to their homes. Wes knew he owed all of them for helping him take care of the beasts. As he started back to his house he thought about what Monica had gone through and his love for her blossomed in his chest and he couldn't wait to see her.

Wes slowly drove back to his house and wound up getting home about 30 minutes later than he had anticipated. He was greeted by a sight that stunned him, Monica sitting naked in a slave presentation position on the floor. In this position she was sitting with her butt on her heels but her legs were slightly spread. Her back was arched and her hands were clasp behind her head. This position drew in her tummy and threw out her chest which really accentuated her outstanding breasts.

Monica had been fighting to maintain her slave position, sucked in her abs and arched her breasts into prominence when Wes opened the door. She kept her eyes downcast, but a seductive smile traversed her face. She was already for him to just take her, but he stood in the doorway with his eyes caressing her. She was tempted to yell at him to take her, but that was not the way a slave should react. Her body was ready and waiting, but he just stood there watching her.

Wes's eyes roamed over her quivering abs and shaking legs then up to her tempting breasts. Her engorged nipples seemed to be pleading for him to play with them and he remembered her request last night, she wanted him to drive her wild with need. He licked his lips as he smelled her arousal and watched her body shimmy and squirm, tempting him to take her anyway he wanted. It was obvious what she wanted, the more he watched her shake with desperate need the more his desire to take her built and the temptation became too great.

He knelt down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around between his teeth and tongue. It was then that he noticed her eyes were glazed over with all of her muscles quivering beneath the skin. He slid his hands down her tight tummy feeling her belly trembling, creating ripples in her satiny skin. He slid his fingers through her pussy lips and felt the vibration inside her. As his fingers penetrated her, he found the vibrating lush remote-control vibrator located right over her G-Spot and going to town inside her. The vibrator was controlled by her phone that was sitting on the floor next to her. The vibrator was on a high setting and Monica was breathing hard, and he could tell she was trying to contain her imminent orgasm.

Then in a strained and quivering voice she whispered in a voice barely audible, "Master, could you please fuck your slave. I need your huge cock buried inside me very badly right now."

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. Her mouth was silently opening and closing as she tried to bottle up her inner fire. Wes began to lightly caress her belly, tweaking her nipples and lightly caressing her clit. Monica's eyes popped wide open as her head barely shook back and forth. In an almost visceral reaction, she was telling him she couldn't take it anymore and needed him to take her and finish her torment. Wes knew the minute he told her to cum, she would be rocketing into outer space. The desperate look on her face made him wonder how she had lasted so long.

As his hands continued to tease her even more, his lips began to gnaw on her diamond-hard nipple. She shuddered trying to suck in a deep breath, straining to fill her lungs as Wes elevated the fire in her already agonized body. Her head shook back and forth as her tormented voice pleaded, "No, please Master, please take me! Please Master, I'm yours. Take me and show me the ecstasy only you can! Please, oh please Master, use me, don't let me suffer any more!"

Wes looked at her and realized that she was truly on the ragged edge. He hadn't ever seen her worked up like this, then a smile crossed his lips. This was what she longed for last night and as much as he wanted to take and piledrive her through a hundred orgasms, he knew she needed more teasing. He looked into her lust-glazed eyes and asked, "My pet, how long have you been waiting here for me?"

Monica opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she answered in harsh, passion laden breaths, "Master, I was... ready at 4:30,... hoping you... would be home early."

Wes looked at the time on his phone and thought to himself that she had been on the edge almost an hour waiting for him. No wonder she was fighting to contain her passion. Wes scooped her up in his arms and carried her heated and quivering body to the bed. She was trembling and shaking so hard that it was difficult for him to maintain his balance while carrying her. Thank God she was so light in his arms, or he would have been in real trouble.

As he laid her on the bed, he found the remote for the vibrator still on the floor and he played with the settings of the remote watching her body writhe as she whimpered and gasped, trying to fill her frenzied, ecstasy laden chest with air. Breathlessly she whimpered, "Please Master, take me, use me, use that huge cock to tame your slave! Please Master, please, please!"

Wes looked at Monica, cupping her face in his hands as his thumbs stroked her cheek. Then he said, "My sweet, beautiful, love slave, I love coming home to you like this. I do love everything you do to please me. However, this is of your own doing, and I'm going to enjoy tasting my slave long before I let her cum."