Red Rose Ramirez POV

The awful pressure increased. I tried to clench my body tightly closed. He pushed harder. I could feel my body weakening. My hole began to stretch open. His cock started to slip inside.

"No," I moaned. There was a sharp biting pain as the pressure built then seemed to ease. I could feel him inside of me. I breathed heavily through the pain, thinking the worst must be over. I could feel his body shift behind me, then the pressure increased again. He was pushing his hips forward. I could feel his cock penetrating my body deeper. My inner passage stretched and strained to accommodate his bulk.

"Stop!" I screamed. "It hurts! It hurts!"He gave a small thrust forward before leaning over my body.

Grabbing my hair, he forced my head back. "Does it hurt? Good. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel pain. I want you to feel helpless."

Hurt. Pain. Helpless. Elias thrust his cock deeper inside me. Punctuating each word. Hurt. Pain. Helpless.

"Why? I don't understand. Why?" I cried.

"Because that is how I felt when your village cursed me for all eternity," he ground out before pounding inside of me. I was being torn apart. The piercing pain was agony. My stomach twisted as he forced himself deeper and deeper. I could feel him pumping his hips. Thrusting in and out. Forcing my body to accept his unnatural demands. He must have stretched me beyond what I could endure because I could feel the sting of the soap right at my entrance. The sting of an open wound. Still, he continued to pound into me. My mouth was open as I keened and wailed. My cries of pain set the birds to screeching in return. His hands released my bottom cheeks. One hand spanned my middle, sheltering me from the sharp edge of the rock. The other reached between my legs. He began to caress me in time with the rhythm of his thrusts into my bottom. My body began to respond. To use the pain for my pleasure.

Everything was twisted and turned around. The feel of the warm water on my legs contrasted with the harsh bite of the ice against my nipples. The pain in my bottom with the tingling pleasure between my legs. The sound of his harsh breathing intermingled with my cries and moans.

 "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum. You will be tainted with my scent from the inside out," he ground out as he pinched the hooded nub between my legs.

It was too much. Stars burst behind my eyelids. A deep, dark rushing sound roared in my ears as my body stretched tautly then went limp with the release. Leaning forward, I was grateful for the cool feel of the rock against my heated cheeks. My body rocked to and fro several more times before Elias shouted pleasure. Grabbing my hips tightly, he thrust into the hilt, his hot seed releasing deep into my bottom.

After he pulled free, he lifted my limp body into his arms and kicked his feet from the stone ledge, sending us into the deeper, even warmer, waters. The floating sensation as our bodies bobbed up and down in the water only added to the strange, lightheaded feeling that had invaded my thoughts and limbs.

Through half-closed eyes, I looked down at my body. My breasts and stomach were an angry red from being pressed against the earth. The bare lips of my core seemed swollen while my bottom's opening felt stretched and bruised. Tilting my head back, I searched Elias's face. Sensing my regard, he turned his intense amber gaze on me. The tight set of his jaw had softened. His features gentled.

"My brothers in this curse may be right. You, my little Red Rose, may be something special after all."

Returning to the camp wrapped only in my red cloak, I was surprised when Darius handed me a simple skirt, blouse, stockings, and slippers. At Elias's questioning gaze, Darius said, "We ran into a few of the huntsmen while you were bathing Red Rose. They dropped off their usual offering of flour and leather goods.

Daniel noticed they had two sacks filled with women's garb so he latched onto one of them. They fought him a bit, but once Daniel started to growl, they decided it wasn't worth angering the wolves and released it."I strained to listen while attempting to appear uninterested. There were huntsmen in the woods. Huntsmen who knew of the wolves. These huntsmen saw these men in their wolf state and gave them goods and food as some sort of offering. Would they help me? Shivering, I went and sat on a log used as a stool before the fire. Though the heat from the flames licked my skin, I couldn't remove the cold that ran through my veins. Thoughts of how the dark force must have entered my body haunted me. It was the only explanation for the way my body responded to the touch of these men. Demons had to be lurking inside of me, and maybe I was becoming an animal myself. Would I too become one of the wolves? Was that why I saw men because I had already become a beast like them?

I couldn't get Glenn, Elias, and the sinful acts that had occurred out of my mind. I should detest both of them and yet...I also couldn't stop thinking of how the rest of their bodies had felt around me as we had slept last night. Their bodies all touched me, protecting me in their warmth. I had felt comforted even though I was merely their captive. Each man's heavy breathing acted as a soft lullaby while I had the best sleep of my life.

The men seemed to be preoccupied with doing duties around the camp. Elias chopped and stacked wood near the fire. Daniel sharpened a dagger in long fluid strokes against a rock. Darius expertly created a spear out of wood, shaving the end to a sharp point. Glenn worked on butchering a deer that had been hunted down earlier.

Each one of them glanced at me from time to time, their amber eyes capturing me in their stare each time. I couldn't tell if they were looks of lustful hunger, or looks of concern for my well-being. They were men of few words, yet they all seemed to communicate in their way. Donald approached me and placed a heavy fur on my shoulders. It smelled like them. Man. The scent overpowered my senses, and I closed my eyes and inhaled. Something about their spicy, earthy essence gave me an odd feeling of comfort. The warmth blanketing me was from far more than just the heavy furs. It was like the fur that lay heavy on my back provided me with the battle armor needed to fight this inner storm raging inside of me.

He then kneeled next to me and placed a piece of leather full of berries on my lap. "You need to eat," he said. "The deer will be ready soon, but until it is, eat this." He then inhaled deeply and a soft, growl-like sound emerged from his lips. He quickly stood and walked off, leaving me alone once again.

Staring down at the display of gathered forest delights, my stomach rumbled. I wanted to grab a handful of berries and shove them into my mouth before Donald changed his mind and kept the food for himself. But then I paused. Why was no one else eating the berries? Why just me?Poison?Was that their intention?I still didn't know what their intention was and what they would do next. What had they done to the other sacrifices who never returned to the village? Would my fate be the same as theirs? And if so, what was that fate to be? To kill me by poison? Deadly forest berries? Or maybe it wasn't the kind of poison that would kill but would simply act to cast me in a deep sleep so they could have their way with me with no resistance.

However, they didn't seem to care if I resisted or not.

"Why aren't you eating?" Donald asked from the other side of the fire.

The flames blazing in front of his frame gave off the impression that he was the devil himself. In leathers and fur with little coverage of his muscular frame, he could easily be mistaken for an ancient god, though I knew the animalistic nature that lurked beneath the chiseled flesh.

"I'm not hungry," I lied.

"Eat them anyway."

I shook my head, my mouth watering with how plump and inviting the berries appeared to be.

"Eat," he demanded as he stormed over to me. His insistence convinced me even more that the berries could indeed be poison."No," I somehow dared to say even though I saw thunderous clouds approaching before I could seek shelter from the storm. I had just enough time to look at the other men as they stared on in curiosity before Donald gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. "Do not mistake me as a weak man because I offered food," he warned as he forced my head down to stare at the fruit.

I placed my shaking fingertips on the berries and couldn't drum up the courage to eat them. If I were to die, it would not be by my hand. No. They would have to kill me and face eternal damnation for the brutality. And if the berries were to pacify me or make me sleep through their violations rather than to have them face their acts, I would not submit. They would have to taste my salty tears as they pressed their lips to mine. I would not make this easy for any of them.

Donald's grip on the nape of my neck slid to the base of my skull as he took hold of a handful of hair and tugged. With my head pulled back, Donald leaned down to my ear and said, "Are you going to eat the berries?"

I swallowed hard, which was difficult since my head was tilted back and my neck stretched. "I said I'm not hungry,"

I somehow said as my body shivered in anticipation of what would now come. I knew Donald wasn't a weak man. He didn't have to say so. I would never consider any of the five men around this campfire weak. They were creatures of the forest to be feared and appeased at all costs. Every single villager believed it to be so, and I was no different. But I couldn't eat the berries. I just couldn't.

"Very well," Donald said, yanking my hair even harder as he stood to his full height once again. "If you won't put the berries in your mouth, then we will put something else in instead."Pulling me to stand with his fist rooted in my hair, he cast the fur he had just placed on my shoulders to the ground. The berries that had been on my lap had fallen to the dirt, and now I wished I had just simply eaten them. I had a feeling my foolish mistake would be one I wouldn't soon forget. He tugged my head back again, exposing the front of my neck. Lowering his mouth to my throat, he licked a path to my ear where he whispered, "Take off your clothes immediately unless you want me to tear them off of you. It would be a shame to destroy the outfit you haven't even had for a day yet."Remembering how Elias had effortlessly ripped my gown from my body in the spring, I quickly complied.

I didn't want to have to be naked before these men all the time, and if this outfit got ruined by Donald, the possibility of me having nothing to wear but maybe one of their heavy furs had my shaking hands fumbling with the material to remove it on my terms.

"Hurry," Donald growled.

I whimpered when he yanked on my hair even harder. I desperately wished for one of the other men to step in and help calm Donald's growing temper. What I wouldn't do for one of them to have mercy on me right now. But I had also started to see that they all respected each other completely. Not one of them was about to contradict or go against another from their pack. They would watch, but never intervene. I had to admire the level of loyalty they had to each other even though I wished otherwise.

When I stepped out of the last remaining item-my skirt-and stood completely nude in front of Donald with the fire roaring behind me, I held my breath as I waited for what would come. My sex was still so very tender from Glenn, my anus even worse from Elias, and my nipples still had a dull ache from the freezing touch of the rock. I wasn't sure my body could take much more.

"Down on your knees," Donald directed.

His hand was still fisted in my hair, but I didn't need him to tug me down to follow his command. At this point, I was prepared to do whatever the man asked of me. I was not a foolish woman, and I had quickly begun to realize that resisting these men only made it worse. When my knees made contact with the thatched ground of the cave, Donald pulled my hair and tilted my head back just enough that I had no choice but to look into his wolf-like eyes. They were like how all the others had been; Predator. Hunter. Dominator.

"I was going to give you until tomorrow before claiming what was mine. I was going to give you some time to recover from what you have already endured. But you clearly do consider my kindness as a sign of weakness, and for that you will be punished."

"I don't. I swear it," I pleaded, though I knew deep down it would do no good.

"Your actions overpower your words, lass."

"I don't consider you weak at all. I was just afraid to eat the berries."

"Afraid?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Well, I am about to show you what you truly should be afraid of."Finally releasing my hair, Donald untied a piece of leather that circled his waist. It was wide and thick and acted as his belt. The minute he did so, he looked over my shoulder at one of the men behind me. I knew they were all watching without even having to see for myself. I could feel their gazes searing into my skin. "Darius, do you mind assisting me in teaching our sacrifice what happens when she defies one of us?"

I remained naked on my knees, trying to breathe through the overpowering feeling of doom. Darius walked up to Donald, and Donald handed him the leather strap."Use this on her while I fill her mouth with something far scarier than the simple berries I had offered in kindness."Donald then adjusted his kilt out of the way and sat on the stump that I had once been sitting on. His thick cock stood ready for what I assumed would be my attention. He reminded me of a mighty king sitting on his throne as I, a mere servant, kneeled before him.

"Come kneel between my legs," he ordered.

I crawled the short distance to get there and did what he asked. As I did so, Donald kicked off the remaining clothing that had covered his bottom half. He then positioned himself in a way that the fire was beside us. I didn't say anything, and I tried to avoid his eyes. My only hope now was to show the man complete obedience in hopes he changed his mind and didn't feel he needed to teach me a lesson.

"Let's give you something else to feast upon rather than those berries," he said, scooting to the edge of the stump. "Come put my cock in your mouth."

I glanced at the scattered berries on the ground and hopefully gathered them up as a sign of good faith. "Please," I said. "I'll eat the berries. I'm sorry."

Fear of what was to come removed any earlier hesitation I had in eating what very well could be poison. Poison sounded so much better than what I had a feeling would come soon.

"Oh yes, lass. You will be eating those berries," he said with a wicked grin as he took them from my dirty palm. "But now, you will have a much"-he looked down at his thick cock-"larger meal."

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Red Rose Ramirez POV

He reached out and took hold of my hair once again. The sting from the pull had me crying out, but that only made it easier for Donald to lower my face down upon his rod. My open mouth was instantly filled with his girth as he shoved my face down upon his lap. I gagged as the tip of his shaft went down my throat, and I panicked, thinking he would surely choke me to death. I tried to back off, but his hand on my head held me down. I pressed my palms down on his thighs to try to gain any type of leverage I could. I would suffocate by the size of this man pressing against the back of my throat.

"Shhh, my sacrifice. Shhh. Calm down. There is no reason to fight this."

He pulled out enough that I was able to catch the breath I worried I would never be able to obtain again. Donald didn't pull out all the way, however, only pushed back in once again. He did this a couple of times until I ultimately realized I would not truly die from lack of air or choke on his cock, and the more I relaxed the back of my throat, the easier it became.

"That's it. Up and down. Suck my cock like a good little sacrifice. Provide the kind of offering I truly want," he said as he loosened up on my hair once I began to do the act of bobbing my mouth up and down his length without the need for a hair pull to do it.

As my tongue glided along the silky flesh of Donald's sex, I thought of how this act was so much less severe than what the other men had done to me. If all I was expected to do was please the man with my mouth, I would surely hope the others wanted the same from me rather than to push into my tight pussy or my even tighter anus.

"Push your ass out," Donald ordered in almost a moan, as I had just taken his entire length to the back of my throat. "Stick it out and don't move."

I did as he asked, knowing that all eyes would be on my exposed bottom pressed out prominently and on display. But again, if this was the worst of my punishment, then on full display I would be. Once I was on all fours, with my ass out and his heavy cock resting on my tongue, Donald said, "Darius, begin."

I had forgotten that Darius had been asked to assist Donald and was standing behind me with a leather lash in hand. I was quickly reminded of his presence when a stinging blow rained down upon my bare behind. I screamed though the sound became muffled by Donald's mass filling my mouth. I scrambled forward but didn't have anywhere to scramble to. Darius took hold of my hips and pulled me back into position.

He used his hand to spank my behind once I was back in the precarious spot I was in before the surprising lash.

"Suck me, lass. Don't stop," Donald ordered. "The whipping won't stop until I'm satisfied, so you would be wise to make quick work of it."

Bobbing my head up and down, not sure what it would take to satisfy the man, I tried not to focus on the whipping as it began again. One, two, three-the leather fell upon my bottom. Tears fell from my eyes as I ran my tongue along the length of Donald's shaft. Four, five, six-the whipping continued as my whimpers blended with the sounds of ragged breaths and moaning. Seven, eight, nine-I cried around the cock that thrust to the farthest parts of my throat. Ten, eleven, twelve-I howled from my inner core, still sucking with all my might. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen-I pleased, while I suffered. Donald looked toward the roof of the cave with his eyes closed, while Darius delivered the discipline.I continued to move my mouth up and down his salty shaft as I watched the intense pleasure blanket his face.

Slowly his eyes opened and he looked down upon me. With a gentle touch-a complete contrast to what was occurring with Darius-Donald swiped at a falling tear with his rough thumb.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked in a much less severe and stern voice than before.

I nodded but didn't dare stop sucking him as he had ordered. Just as I was about to pull my mouth away and plead for mercy, Donald said, "Come sit on my lap now."

To help me rise, Donald reached for my hair and yanked me up. I stood on wobbly legs, grateful to avoid any further whipping. Donald guided me onto his lap with my back to his chest. Lifting me slightly, he positioned his cock to my opening.

"Oh, you are nice and wet for me," he nearly growled. "All the tears and whimpers were a guise, I see. My little sacrifice clearly liked every second of that lashing."

I shook my head as I made eye contact with Darius who still stood where he had been while whipping me. I protested the fact, but the ease with which Donald's cock slid into me revealed I was indeed wet. The moan escaping my mouth caused by my intense pleasure as he buried his cock deep within me also gave away how tantalizing the entire act of discipline by two men truly was.

Yes, I was possessed by the dark force. It was the only explanation.

"Ride me, little Red Rose."

With Donald's hands on my hips aiding me in my up-and-down motions, I bobbed on his cock with my body like I had just done with my mouth. Pulling out just enough to then push his thickness back in with the weight of my body, I mewled in wicked delight. The other men watched as I took my ride on Donald's lap. Their eyes stood out with the light of the fire shining bright. I couldn't hold back the feelings, the hunger, and the sinful lust that sent bolts of fire from every inch of my skin to my core. My pussy contracted around his cock as I cried out.

"That's right, Red Rose. Cum for me. Allow that pleasure to rock your body. Coat my shaft with your juices."

I didn't need his command to obey. My body acted on feeling alone. Just as a deep, powerful wave of energy vibrated through my pussy, I heard Donald release a low, primal groan that blended with my sounds of completion. Donald pulled me back enough that he could nibble on my neck, his deep breathing tickling the hairs around my ear.

He whispered, "You are far more powerful than any dark force the villagers fear. With that simple act, you nearly slayed me, Red Rose."

He released a deep breath and turned his nibbles into soft kisses. "Slayed me far more than any sword could do."

Donald held me in his arms by the fire, feeding me the berries I had refused to eat earlier one by one. In what truly was an act of kindness, Donald had first placed a berry in his mouth and ate one before he had expected me to. The fierce intensity of the amber in his eyes had dissipated as he had done so. I no longer saw the animalistic nature of before, but instead saw a protective and nurturing one. The other men went about their business around camp as they had once done, but Donald had remained with me, offering his warmth and affection. The polar opposite in actions had my mind spinning, yet I was not going to argue or resist in any way. Not because I was afraid of what would happen if I did so, but because I truly was enjoying every minute of his time. It was Glenn who eventually broke my spell of comforting delight. "Men," he said harshly.

Donald's body tensed, and his fingers dropped the berry that he was about to put into my mouth. I could hear and feel him inhale deeply. I could see all the men stop what they were doing and lift their noses to the air, all smelling the cool forest air. I sat upright, tense as well, but couldn't smell or see anything. The only thing I did notice was that the sounds of the forest ceased. An eerie silence took hold, and I knew what that meant. It could only mean one thing. The calm before the worst kind of storm.

"It's coming," Elias announced. "I can smell it...The dark force is near."

"The village. The dark force is going to attack the village now," Daniel added.

All the men turned to look at me as Donald quickly rose to standing. He picked me up before I could even process what truly was happening and carried me into the depths of the cave. "You stay here," he ordered. "You'll be safe here. But no matter what, do not leave this spot. Do you hear me? Do not leave this spot."

He didn't wait for a response but turned and joined the others instead. In an instant, I was left alone in an empty cave with only the howls of the wolves in the distance. Running to the entrance of the cave, I frantically searched for any signs of the men. There was no trace of them, not that I truly expected there would be. In the short time it had taken for me to reach the mouth of the cave, they were gone. Reaching for my clothing and dressing as quickly as I could, I tried not to overthink what I was about to do. Yes, I should stay like Donald ordered. Breaking his order would surely lead to punishment, but...No! I should run.

This was my time to escape. They were all gone, and I could safely be out of reach before they returned but...but I couldn't just leave. Was it the dark force pulling me toward them? Was this a trap that would end in my death? Whatever the answer was, I couldn't resist running full speed toward the sounds of the howls, the growling, and the high-pitched hissing sound that I remembered to be that belonging to the dark force when it came close to the village. I could hear the men so well. Why could I hear them so well? The shrill call of the dark force soon was joined by the warning bells of my nearby village. I didn't have to be in the belly of the town square to know that everyone was scattering to seek shelter.

A call to arms was not needed, for we all knew the only ones who could beat the dark force were the wolves. All we could do was hide and weather the storm until the piercing sound of evil and the howls of the wolves vanished. Just before reaching a large clearing, I froze as I saw the men...the wolves. They had all changed into the wolves the villagers spoke of-the wolves I had originally expected to see-but the wolves I had yet to see. They had become beasts with thick fur coats, claws, fangs, muscled flanks, and those fierce amber eyes I had grown to almost understand in each one of them. They all were already in full battle against a dense, black, fog-like element laced with an evil green. A foul stench burned my nostrils and made my eyes water, but that was nothing compared to the sharp screams of the darkness that forced me to cover my ears in protection. The hissing grew even louder as it seemed the wolves were winning the battle with their large paws clawing at the thick black swirling vapor. With every bite from the wolves' massive jaws or slice with their sharp claws, the blackness pierced the sky with the most wretched sound imaginable.

I didn't exactly know what I was expecting I would be able to do once finding the wolves and the dark force. I had nothing to fight with, and even if I did have a blade or a spear, the dark force appeared to be unstoppable by the makings of man. No...only the wolves had the power to fight off this malevolent presence. In the thickest part of the black smoke, the green shone brightly. I could see that the wolves were making their way to the center of it with a ferocious determination. They would be victorious. I could see this. I could hear this. I could feel it with my entire being. These savage beasts holding me against my will were also my saviors. They were protecting the village as they had always done for years. They were creatures of duty and honor, and seeing it right before my eyes was breathtaking. It wasn't without effort that they were winning; the dark force swiped and knocked the wolves to the ground many times. Growls turned to yelps at times, but not one of the wolves stayed down. With grit and determination, they always rose and even would limp back toward the center of the green illumination within the black mist. My heart broke with every painful blow they encountered from this mythical evil opponent.

I cried against my hand as I watched them be flung against the trunks of trees, or picked up high in the sky to then be dropped to the hard ground below. But each time, the wolf would stand. Each time, the wolf would shake off the assault and attack again. These wolves risked everything for a village they no longer belonged to. To one, they were sacrificing their entire beings and bodies to keep the dark force away.

Finally, the hissing stopped, the stench dissipated, and the black smoke turned to a fine mist and faded back into the depths of the forest. The dark force was no more. All that remained were five wolves who looked toward the sky and howled cries of victory. I was so captivated by this display of raw beauty that I didn't try to run when all sets of amber eyes turned to stare at me. Instead, I took the time to look each of them in the eyes and gave my silent thank you. If only they could feel the immense gratitude I had for them at that very moment. If only they could hear how hard my heart beat for them. If only I could show them how forever in debt I felt.

I marched to what very well could be my death with five naked men. Men who, just moments ago, had been wolves. I had defied them. Defied their order once again. I knew what happened when I angered them. I knew what they did to me, and yet...I still walked quietly back to the camp with them without the slightest urge to run for my life. They still hadn't told me what they were going to do to me. My future was still unknown, and yet for some reason, I had no fear of these warriors I had just watched save hundreds of innocent lives. I possessed only admiration and the desire to remain their sacrifice as The Selection had intended I became.

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