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Winter had dusted the dense forest before the sun rose. Hazy white misy lingered in the air above the thick pine trees, blotting out the sun as if time had frozen. Little Red was meant to walk the path through the woods to check on her aging Grandmother, and even though her Mother warned against going out in this weather, she chose to go along anyhow.
“A walk in the woods will do me some good.” She told her worried Mother as she buttoned her cape around her neck. “I’ll skip along and bring Gran these treats. Then be home before nightfall.”
Little Red Gets a Ride
The path to her Grandmother’s cabin was narrow and difficult. Dangerous creatures hid in the shadows of the trees, and while Red was aware, she naively pranced through the freshly fallen snow without a care for her surroundings. She hadn’t heard the crunching of underbrush as footsteps followed behind her. Nor when they crept closer with every bend in the trail.
The danger sprung when she’d reached the center of the woods, too far from home to call for help and not close enough to run to her Grans. Taking her by surprise, the tall huntsman grabbed Red by the back of her cloaked neck and shoved her into the trunk of a nearby tree. The air rushed from her lungs, but with his firm body pressed against her back, she arched into him instead of away. “It isn’t safe to travel the path alone.” He growled in her ear, the tree’s rough bark ripping at her blouse.
“Please,” Red gasped, her hot breath puffed from her mouth as it met the cold air. “Don’t hurt me.” The huntsman’s big hand skimmed up her thigh and under her skirt to the crotch of her dampening panties.
“I think you’ll like it.” He threatened as he tore her panties from her body. Red screamed out, and he clamped a hand over her mouth. The motion tugged her head back and arched her petite body. He groaned and unleashed his cock. The hand over her mouth partially covered her nostrils. Red panted and swayed her hips as she felt the warmth of his cockhead against her asscheeks.
“NO!” She tried to plea, her hands holding the tree truck to brace for his initial thrust. “Please, don’t fuck me.”
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