Little Red Riding Hood - Chapter 4

By Cinncinnatus (cinncinnatus.eros2@gmail.com)

Copyright 2018 All rights reserved

Story Codes MF Mf oral bd spank

The next morning Red drifted slowly up from slumber. 
It was a Sunday, and she didn't need to be up at any
particular time.  As she awoke, she purred at the nice
feeling of a plug in her butt, and the warm weight of
her collar on her neck.  Her mind drifted in and out
of sleep, wandering from subject to subject.  She
remembered that Venetia had spent the night, her
thoughts drifting around the things that had happened
yesterday.  She hoped to herself that Venetia's
mother wasn't too upset with her for not going home,
but it would have been awkward for Venetia to arrive
at home with fur, a big bushy tail, and her foxy face.

Venetia's mother, Miss Cobbles, ran the "Forest
Home for Wayward Children."  It sounded better than
"orphanage," but that's what it was.  About
twenty five children lived in her big house that
looked to Red like a giant boot, but Venetia was the
only one that was actually her child.  Miss Cobbles
was a very strict lady, but she was fair.  She also
tended to use physical punishment, and Venetia had
more than once been spanked by her mother for an
indiscretion (although not since before she was a
teenager), but she had deserved it each time; at least
Red thought she did. Venetia would probably disagree
with her though.  She may be Venetia Cobbles, but she
wasn't treated any different than the other children
at the home.

Now some people would say that Miss Cobbles received
undue pleasure from spanking youngsters, the way that
she would use a whipping to punish a sixteen year old
boy.  But she simply believed in the power of the
punishment to discipline, and most of the children
were very well behaved most of the time.  As much as
that many children could be, probably.

And Red knew the truth about Miss Cobbles thoughts
about spanking.  As her unfulfilled arousal from the
night before burned in her pussy and nipples like a
bright warm ember, she played back the night that she
learned Miss Cobbles's secret.  Her sleepy brain
half remembered, half dreamt the night.



It had been at her grandmama's.  Her daddy and she
had visited, and Miss Cobbles and the Huntsman were
there too.  It wasn't a party, but rather just the
five of them enjoying some fun.  Red had never been
around Miss Cobbles when she played, and never seen
her at any of grandmama's parties, so she was
excited to learn about her.  She loved to find out the
different ways that people liked sex.  Miss Cobbles
was older than her daddy, but a bit younger than her
grandmama, and she was still very pretty, though in a
plain sort of way.  Her hair and eyes were both light
brown, and she was shorter than Red, somewhat plump
and round, but had nice curves.  Her breasts were very
large and soft looking; the largest that Red had ever
seen, and they were topped with big brown nipples that
jutted out.  She had a small circle of brown curly
hair above her smooth, full pussy lips.

Red had taken all this in while she had been
undressing in front of Red and the others.  It seemed
weird for her to be taking her clothes off while
everyone else stayed dressed (such as they were), but
Red had learned to take things in stride at her
grandmama's.  Then her daddy and the Huntsman had
walked up to her and tied her up on the floor very
tightly.  She was kneeling, with her arms bound behind
her and rope wrapped around her breasts tight enough
that the skin around the rope became red and swollen. 
The rope was wrapped all around her forearms, and her
knees had been tied with a stout bar between them,
spreading them wider than her shoulders.  They put a
large, heavy metal collar on her neck, and then just
left her on the floor.

For the next hour or so, the other four of them had
long, hot steamy sex.  Daddy and Red fucked, and
grandmama and the huntsman fucked.  Both men made sure
that the women came repeatedly, and the women made
sure that the men's cocks were thoroughly sucked and
drained of cum.  Red and grandmama would kiss each
other sometimes too, on the mouth and other places. 
During all the sex, Miss Cobbles just crouched in the
corner where she was bound and didn't say a word;
not that she could have moved.  Red found herself
looking over at her occasionally.  Each time she did,
Miss Cobbles would look at her and hold her gaze.  Red
couldn't figure out her expression, she seemed calm
and serene holding Red's eyes with her own, as Red
sat on her hands and knees and daddy was sliding his
hard cock out of, and then deeply back  into her wet
pussy.  She could feel a dried dolop of cum on her
cheek where daddy had missed her mouth a bit earlier. 
She knew that Miss Cobbles could see it too.  And she
knew that Miss Cobbles could hear grandmama's moans
and the wet sound that the Huntsman's cock made as
he fucked her.

Later, as the four of them lounged and rested on one
of the big couches in grandmama's room, Red caught
her eyes again, and her expression was the same.  She
hadn't moved much.  If anything, she looked a bit
more flushed, and seemed to be breathing faster.  Her
huge breasts were swollen and red from the rope, but
she hadn't said a peep.

After some minutes of the others chatting about
things, daddy slid Red over so she could snuggle in
grandmama's lap, and walked over to Miss Cobbles. 
She held his gaze as he came over and stood in front
of her, his flaccid, wet cock level with her eyes. 
Her eyes moved down his naked body, coming to rest on
the cock in front of her.  A look of hunger came over
her face, and she licked her lips.  Daddy stepped
forward, slipped his hand through her hair and nuzzled
his cock against her lips.  Miss Cobbles opened her
mouth and hungrily tried to suck his half hard cock
into it, but he pulled back until it was just out of
her reach as he held her in place by her hair.

Miss Cobbles acted like a starving dog being teased
with a biscuit.  She whimpered and strained against
daddy's grip, attempting to get him into her mouth. 
Red thought he teased her for a lot longer than
necessary; at least she would have gotten very upset
if she was in Miss Cobbles's place.  He would let
the head of his cock barely touch her lips, then he
moved to brush her cheeks and nose with it.  Soon Miss
Cobble's face was wet with the mixture of cum and
juice that coated his cock.  Eventually, he allowed
the woman what she wanted, and slipped his cock into
her waiting mouth.

Miss Cobbles moaned as she started to noisily suck
daddy's cock.  Daddy continued to hold her hair
tightly as she moved her mouth up and down it's
growing length.  Even when daddy's cock reached full
hardness, she would still bury her nose in his trim
pubic hair.  She was obviously a very good cocksucker,
because Red could see her daddy start to get very
worked up.

Red tended to take her time when she sucked daddy's
cock; she loved the feeling of it in her mouth so much
that she never rushed unless he told her too.  She
loved to watch his eyes as he watched her take him
into her as deep as she could.  But Miss Cobbles
wasn't watching daddy's face.  Her eyes were
closed, and she was slurping loudly on daddy's
cockhead, before pushing her mouth down its length
until it disappeared completely.  After a bit, daddy
moved his other hand down so he was holding her hair
tightly with both hands.  Red could see the tension in
his fingers, and in Miss Cobbles brown hair, and
thought that surely it must hurt.  But Miss Cobbles
didn't complain, nor did she complain when daddy
held her head still and started to rock the full
length of his cock in and out of her mouth.  Red
watched mesmerized as her daddy fucked the older lady
in the mouth as if it was a pussy.

Before long, Red could see daddy start to give into
his arousal, and he started to fuck Miss Cobbles's
mouth very hard and rough.  Red's mouth sat in a
round ‘O'; daddy rarely fucked her pussy that
hard.  Miss Cobbles seemed to like it though, she was
moaning loudly and her eyes had rolled back into her
head.  Red didn't know what to expect when daddy
started to moan the way he did before a big cum, but
suddenly he was holding Miss Cobbles hair very tightly
so that her head couldn't move, and he pulled his
cock from her mouth.  His hips trembled as he held his
cock just past her open mouth, and spurted glob after
glob of white cum.  Miss Cobbles kept her mouth open,
and about half of it landed on her lips and tongue. 
The rest covered her nose and cheeks.

When daddy's cum and slowed to a trickle, he
loosened his grip on Miss Cobbles hair.  He said in a
very low, but serious voice, "You're an excellent
little cocksucker, aren't you, slut?"

Red gasped, and was about to protest.  She had never
heard her daddy talk to anyone like that, not even her
when she was being her brattyist.  But grandmama
shushed her quietly, and held her tightly in her lap.

"It's okay, little Red.  Just keep watching,"
grandmama whispered in her ear.

Red did as she told, and watched her daddy wipe the
last drops of his cum in Miss Cobbles hair.  He
stepped back as he caught his breath and recovered. 
Miss Cobbles held his gaze while she panted, still
looking just as hungry.  Daddy's cum was dripping
down her face, and while she had licked her lips
clean, she didn't say anything about having it
cleaned off her face.  Actually, Red realized, she had
said anything at all since daddy and the Huntsman had
tied her up.

Daddy stood with a stern look on his face, and his
hands on his hips.  It wasn't the loving stern look
that he gave Red, it was different somehow.  Miss
Cobbles didn't change her expression at all, or
speak.  When daddy did move, it was over to one of the
walls in the room to get a large leather strap.  Miss
Cobbles's breath caught in her throat when she saw
him carrying it back to her, but she didn't react
other than that.

Daddy set the strap down on a nearby chair, then
kneeled on the far side of Miss Cobbles.  Holding the
back of the iron collar, he moved her body down until
her face was resting on the carpet, turned so that she
was looking toward the couch where Red, grandmama, and
the Huntsman sat naked.  The way her arms and legs
were tied, Miss Cobbles was positioned so her round
ass was high in the air.  She took several deep
breaths as daddy let her settle into position and let
go of the collar.

Grandmama whispered into Red's ear again.  "I so
love watching stuff like this.  Your daddy is so good
at giving people what they need."  She squeezed Red
tight in her lap with one arm, and moved her other so
that she could stroke the Huntsman's large cock next
to her.

Daddy started to slowly caress the large white globes
of Miss Cobbles upturned ass.  Miss Cobbles face was
serene, except that Red thought she looked like she
was waiting for something.  There was a tension in the
air, as if everyone in room besides Red knew that
something big was coming soon.

Daddy bent down next to Miss Cobbles upturned ear, and
asked very softly, "Ready?"

Miss Cobbles spoke for the first time since she had
started taking her clothes off.  Red could barely hear
her, but she was sure that she said, simply,
"Please."

Red was puzzled on why Miss Cobbles, who she knew was
a very stern, stict, and no-nonsense mother to over
twenty pre-teens and tennagers, would say "please"
in such a small voice to her daddy.  It was still hard
to believe that she was tied up like that, naked, and
asking daddy very softly for something.

Then daddy, very gently but firmly, gave Miss
Cobbles's ass a smack with his open palm.  It rang
softly in the quiet room, and the soft flesh rippled
from the blow.  It wasn't very hard at all, no where
near as hard as he would hit Red's ass when he
punished her.  But Miss Cobbles jumped at the blow,
and sighed softly.

"Like that?" daddy whispered in her ear again.

"Harder, please," was the soft response.

Daddy complied, smacking her other butt cheek, harder
but still not as hard as Red was used to.

"Harder," Miss Cobbles said a bit louder.

Another smack, now hard enough that the sound rang in
the silence, and Miss Cobbles's body rocked with the
blow.

"Oh yes, please.  Harder," Miss Cobbles said.  Her
voice was louder, and clear, and Red could hear a
tremble in it.

Daddy pulled his hand back, and brought it down with
great force on Miss Cobbles's butt.  Red watched as
the woman's body shook with the blow.  Miss Cobbles
yelped when it hit, then moaned loudly.

"Fuck," she whimpered.  "Harder."

Daddy straightened up, and said in a clear voice,
"what was that?"

"Harder," Miss Cobbles said in a shaky but louder
voice.

"What harder?" daddy asked back, rubbing the spot
where her white flesh was starting to turn pink.

"Hit me harder."

"Hit you harder?  Is that what you want, slut?" 
Daddy's voice was similar to the ‘voice' that he
used to control Red, but subtly different.

"Yes." Miss Cobbles was pleading in a breaking
voice now.  "Spank me.  Mark me.  Beat me like the
slut I am!"

Red didn't understand.  Miss Cobbles had just asked
her daddy to beat her.  To mark her.  Red didn't
know what she meant by that.  She turned to grandmama
behind her, and asked with a concerned voice.

"What did she do to get spanked?"

"Nothing.  Shhh, little one. Sometimes, even good
girls get spanked."

Red turned back.  Daddy had taken a deep breath, and
let it out slowly.  Then he squared his shoulders, and
pulled his hand back, and began.

His first blow was just as hard as the last one,
making Miss Cobbles yelp and her body quiver.  Then he
hit again, and again, and again.  He settled into a
good rhythm, the blows landing regularly, and in
various places across her upturned ass.  Miss Cobbles
would yelp with each blow, but soon it all blended
into a long moaning yell, deep in her throat.  Her
bound breasts would sway with the rhythm of the
beating, and her large nipples were being dragged back
and forth across the carpet, raising to large hard
nubs.

Red didn't think that daddy could spank that hard,
but the smacks seemed to get slowly harder as he went
on.  Miss Cobbles started to gasp for breath, never
silent, and her face became very red, but not as red
as her ass was becoming.  Daddy continued to beat the
woman's ass for what Red thought was a very long
time, far longer than he had ever punished her.  But
eventually, he stopped, and stood up.

He walked around Miss Cobbles's bound form,
stretching his legs and windmilling the arm that had
been spanking her for the past several minutes.  The
woman was gasping for breath; whimpering and
shuddering.  Her face and neck were beet red, and her
upturned ass seemed to glow.  Red thought she could
almost feel the heat coming off it.

"Please,"  Miss Cobbles voice was so shaky you
could barely understand her.  "Please don't stop. 
Finish me.  I'm such a slut, please please please
whip me."

Daddy smiled, although Miss Cobbles couldn't see it.
 He kneeled again, only this time he had the leather
strap in his hand.  He doubled it over, and tested it
in his hands for a moment, then he pulled it back, and
drew it across the woman's ass.  The sound it made
was enormous.  The ringing sounds of daddy's hand
were like quiet giggles next this.  Miss Cobbles
didn't just yelp, she cried out, but the cry morphed
into a loud sexual groan at the end.  The stripe of
skin where the strap had landed turned white again,
and didn't have time to to change back to red before
daddy bought the strap down again.

Daddy used the strap several times, then stopped
again.  Red could see what looked like angry red welts
starting to form.  Miss Cobbles was going to be
bruised from the bare handed spanking she had gotten,
but the strap was going really leave marks.  Is that
what she meant by ‘mark me'? Red wondered to
herself.

Miss Cobbles looked like she was about to cry, but her
moans were of a highly aroused woman.  Her whole body
trembled and shook, and if it weren't for the rope,
she probably would have collapsed.

"More?" daddy asked in a clear voice.

"Fuck.  Yes, please," Miss Cobbles whimpered in
response.

"How much more?"

"Make me cum for you," was the answer.

Red didn't have time to ponder the fact that Miss
Cobbles wanted to cum from being spanked with a strap,
or even that someone could cum from being spanked,
before daddy fell into a new rhythm.  He didn't seem
to hold anything back, whipping the poor ass presented
before him with blow after blow from the heavy
leather.  He never hit the same spot twice, instead
spreading the blows from the top of her ass down to
the tops of her thighs.  Red's ears rang with the
peal of Miss Cobbles's flesh being beat, and she had
the strange feeling of arousal as she watched the
woman's bound body quiver and shake while it rocked
with the blows.  Miss Cobbles was moaning continuously
now, and she was definitely crying; tears streaming
out of her eyes down into the carpet and wetness
forming on her lip under her nose.

Through it all, Red picked up the scent of aroused
pussy.  It wasn't one she recognized.  She had a
good sense of smell, and she knew her own, as well as
Venetia's and grandmama's, and Nurse Cam's.  But
this must have been coming from poor Miss Cobbles. 
How can she be dripping that much from this? Red asked
herself.  But soon Miss Cobbles's groans and cries
turned into a wail.  She was screaming, incoherently,
and her body had become rigid under the never ending
blows from the strap.

And then, out of the blue, her body jerked, and clear
liquid sprayed from between her legs across the
carpet.  It went at least three feet.  She jerked
again, and sprayed again.  Then a third time, and a
fourth, and finally the fifth had changed to a large
dribble.

Red gasped at the sight, as daddy stopped and put the
strap down.  He got up slowly; his knees must have
been sore from kneeling all that time, and made his
way to sit and rest on the couch with a sigh, next to
Red and grandmama.  He just left Miss Cobbles
quivering and sobbing on the floor, still tied
tightly, her round ass a abstract pattern of red,
purple, and maroon.  Red could just make out a line of
girl cum hanging out from where her pussy was.

Grandmama whispered in Red's ear, "You've never
seen a real squirter before, have you?"

"No, grandmama," Red said in a small voice.

Grandmama smiled and squeezed Red, then shifted her
over to her daddy's lap.  Daddy's cock wasn't
very hard, but it wasn't soft.  She knew that that
meant that he found what he had done exciting, but not
really enough so to make him really hard.  Red settled
down next to him with her legs over his lap, and
reached down between them to grasp and massage his
cock.

Grandmama turned to the Huntsman, where he sat next to
her with his large cock hard and erect in her hand. 
"Your turn."

The Huntsman smiled, and lifted himself from the
couch.  He picked up a wooden bar like a broomstick,
and walked over to Miss Cobbles, and kneeled in front
of her.  Miss Cobbles didn't seemed to have been
noticed.  He reached down and slipped the bar between
her back and elbows, then lifted her by it.  She
finally looked towards him.  Her face was covered with
tears and cum, and her nose was running.  Her eyes
were bleary and bloodshot, and her breathing was
ragged and deep.  But the Huntsman simply took hold of
her chin, and positioned her head so he could push his
cock into her mouth.  Miss Cobbles didn't hungrily
gobble at it like she had daddy's cock, but she
opened her mouth to allow him in, and her cheeks caved
in as she sucked.

Now Red's daddy had a nice sized cock.  It wasn't
too big, but it was not small either.  It was bigger
than average, or at least the average of what Red had
seen at grandmama's parties.  As Red and Venetia
would giggle to each other, it was ‘just big
enough'.  But the Huntsman's cock was a different
matter.  It was larger by far than any other cock Red
had seen.  It was so big that Red would barely have
been about to wrap her hand around it if she had been
allowed to touch it, and tip came up to just past his
belly button.  Very few women could get all of it into
their pussies, let alone their mouths.  Most of the
girls that Red had seen sucking it had just gotten
their lips around the great mushroom head and left it
at that.

But Miss Cobbles opened her jaw wide, and the great
cock slid into her mouth slowly.  The Huntsman held
her head by the chin, supporting her body by the great
iron collar, and pushed his cock deeper and deeper
into her mouth and throat.  Red had been impressed
with Miss Cobbles ability to swallow all of her
daddy's cock, but she found herself holding her
breath as she waited for the Huntsman to stop.

He didn't.  Miss Cobbles made a choking noise around
the organ in her mouth as she obviously gagged, and
her throat convulsed.  But then Red gasped as she saw
the woman's neck enlarge as the cock slid down her
throat.  She was swallowing it deep down, and Red
could see it as it pushed her neck open with its size.

Soon, the Huntsman's cock had disappeared all the
way into Miss Cobbles's mouth and throat, and once
again her nose was buried in pubic hair and her chin
was mashed against balls.  Red could see how her eyes
watered with the sensation, and she obviously
couldn't breathe.

The Huntsman stood still for a moment, and let go of
Miss Cobbles.  She stayed there, her upper body held
up by the giant cock in her mouth and throat.  He then
grabbed her hair just as daddy had done, and pulled
his cock out part way.  He pulled it out far enough
that her neck returned to normal and Red could hear
her gasping for breath.  His cock was shiny with spit,
and Red could see how Miss Cobbles sucked it and
worked her tongue against it in her mouth.

"She's such a greedy cocksucker," grandmama
comment to the others on the couch.

"She's greedy in general," daddy responded.

"Doesn't that hurt her?" Red asked as she
watched the Huntsman start to slowly fuck Miss
Cobbles's throat.

"It would normally," grandmama replied.  "But
not as much as the spanking.  And because she just got
the spanking and came because of it, she's feeling
pain differently.  Your daddy knows how to build up
the pain so it's not as bad.  And she likes it."

"Okay," Red said, though she didn't fully
understand.

The Huntsman was sliding his cock in and out of Miss
Cobbles's mouth and throat with long, slow strokes.
His wasn't fucking her as hard or as fast as daddy
had earlier, but you could see his cock slide in and
out of her throat by the way her neck would grow and
shrink.  Tears streamed down her face, she would gasp
for breath every time she could get one, and then
would gag and choke softly on the massive cock.  Spit
dripped from her mouth and the great cock fucking it. 
But she never complained or made a move like she
wanted it to stop.  Her large nipples were still hard
as rocks where they hung, and Red could still smell
the heady aroma of her wet pussy.

Soon the Huntsman seemed to have his fill of fucking
her mouth, and withdrew his cock from the woman.  He
lifted her body up so she was kneeling again, like she
had been at the beginning.  Her chest heaved and spit
ran down from her chin.  Her face was a blotchy red
mess, but she had that sex hungry look again as she
watched the Huntsman's cock glisten as it stood up
from his body.

"Mad'am?" the Huntsman said as he turned to
grandmama.

She smiled and rose from the couch, leaving Red to sit
and caress her daddy's cock.  She went to one of the
dressers and got a small box, then came to kneel
behind Miss Cobbles.  She took from the box a clip
with a large weight from it, and reached around to
clip it onto a big brown nipple.  Miss Cobbles hissed
as she did this,, then groaned as grandmama let the
weight pull the bound breast down toward the ground. 
She took another clip and weight and attached them to
the other nipple.  Again, another hiss, and an ever
louder groan as the weight hung down.  The Huntsman
lowered her body back down until it was almost
horizontal, and the weights hung just above the
carpet, holding her up by the bar..

Daddy lifted Red off his lap and stood up, pulling her
with him.  He guided her around until they were
standing where they could see Miss Cobbles's very
wet and swollen pussy.  The fat outer lips were a dull
red, and the bright red inner lips were engorged and
poking out from inside.  Her pussy was very, very wet,
as was the backs and insides of her thighs, from when
she had cum before.  And her ass was already starting
to show horrid looking bruises under the multiple
welts from her beating.

"I want you to be able to see," daddy told Red
quietly.

The huntsman held Miss Cobbles in place while
grandmama took out another weight from the box.  She
pinched a bit of flesh in one meaty outer lip, and
clipped the weight to it.

Miss Cobbles didn't hiss, but went "Ahhh..." as
the clip bit the tender flesh.  But then she moaned 
as the weight pulled her pussy part way open. 
Grandmama took another weight and clipped it to the
other side, and when she was done the weights had
pulled Miss Cobble's pussy open enough that Red
could see cream flowing out of her opening.

Grandmama took two slightly smaller weights and
clipped them to the bright red inner lips, so they
were pulled open and stretched also.  Then she got yet
another clip and weight from the box, and attached it
to the hard bright clit that peeked out from its hood.

Miss Cobbles yelped when the clip bit her little
nubbin, and groaned as the weight pulled on it.  Red
could hear the need for release in her voice.  She
couldn't remember hearing that much arousal in
anyone's voice.

But grandmama wasn't done.  Out from the box came a
small metal butt plug, which had a ring for a handle. 
It was slid quickly and without ceremony into Miss
Cobbles small puckered ass.  Then a chain was attached
to the ring on back of the collar, and pulled so it
could be attached to the ring on the butt plug.

The chain was long enough that it could reach, but
short enough that Miss Cobbles had to hold her head up
and look forward, else the chain would tug the butt
plug into a hard angle inside her..

Grandmama moved away, and she and Red and daddy
returned to the couch.  The huntsman held Miss Cobbles
by the bar at her back, and pulled her body a little
upright.  He kneeled behind her and positioned his
great erection at her distended pussy.  He bent
forward over her body, and Red could barely hear what
he said.

"Scream for me.  Scream like the slut you are."

With that he sank his massive prick into her in one
quick jab.  All the way to hilt.  He fucked into her
body with such force that the weights on her nipples
swayed and bucked and pulled the distended breasts to
and fro.

Miss Cobbles did what she was told and screamed as he
opened her up.  The she begged in a hoarse voice,
"Oh god, please fuck me hard.  Fuck me like a
slut."

And then he was.  Red had never seen anyone fuck
anyone as hard as the Huntsman fucked Miss Cobbles. 
He held the two ends of the rod, and rocked his hips
back and forth, working the full length of his massive
cock in and out of the poor woman.  His muscular hips
smacked into her ass, regardless of the great red
welts that covered it.  Her body quaked with the
onslaught, waves moving out from her ass with each
thrust.  Her weighted breasts swung in time with his
thrusts, and her skin was covered with sweat.

True to her instructions, Miss Cobbles screamed.  She
screamed like a beast as she was assaulted; spittle
dribbling out from her mouth.  Red had never heard
such an animal like wail during sex.

The Huntsman lost himself in the act, and Red could
see that he was close to cumming.  He always seemed so
calm and composed during sex, even when we spurting
white cum across the room, but this was the first time
she had seen him disappear into the act of fucking
like other people would.  In no time at all he added
his deep howl to Miss Cobbles screams, and held
himself deep inside her.  Red could see his butt
clench as he pumped his load into her.  The feeling of
being filled with his seed sent Miss Cobbles over the
edge, and her scream turned to an orgasmic howl as her
body shook with release.  Red didn't know if she
would have squirted again, because she was plugged up
with the Huntsman's spurting cock.  The two of them
came together for what seemed like an hour, then they
both were still.  The Huntsman lowered her body to the
ground and pulled the bar from her arms as they softly
shook with aftershocks.

Grandmama quietly walked back over to them, and the
Huntsman pulled himself out.  His cock was softening
but still large, and a long line of cum and juice
connected it to Miss Cobbles for almost a foot.  He
took a deep breath, then reached forward to gently
remove the weights from the pussy in front of him.

The Huntsman and grandmama gently and tenderly removed
everything from Miss Cobbles.  The weights came first;
she hissed softly as they were released.  Then the
collar, chain, and plug.  Finally they slowly
unwrapped the ropes from her body.  Her skin was red
and raw looking, and Red didn't think her boobs
would ever be the same.

During this, Miss Cobbles barely moved a muscle.  She
seemed calm and serene underneath the tears, sweat,
spit and cum covering her face.  The hungry look was
gone, and her eyes were closed.  She looked peaceful. 
When all the bonds were gone, the huntsman rolled her
still form into his arms and lifted her as if she was
a doll.  He carried her to the great bed, and set her
down very gently and lovingly.  Then he climbed onto
the bed and snuggled up behind her, wrapping her up in
his arms as grandmama covered them with a warm
blanket.  Miss Cobbles sighed contentedly, like a baby
snuggling to a parent, and seem to have drifted away.

Red had been told about "aftercare", so she knew
that that must be what it meant.  Grandmama held her
fingers to her lips and she climbed into bed to cuddle
with the couple from the front.   

Daddy had led her into a side room for them to sleep,
and let Red ride him until the pent up need from
watching was gone, and then they had gone to sleep.



Back in the present, Red sighed in her bed, squeezing
the cream between her thighs that had leaked from her
as remembered the night.

She remembered the previous day with a start.  The
tails, her crying out, a day of playing with daddy and
Venetia, then having to watch daddy turning into a
wolf man and fuck foxy Venetia as her punishment.  She
reached up and felt her face: no whiskers and her
normal ears.  She squeezed the plug with her butt, and
realized that the tail had turned back into the plug
in her ass as she slept.

She sighed loudly.  She was horny.  She had been sent
to bed horny and had morning-dreamed about sex all
morning.  Her ass was plump with the plug, and her
pussy was dripping.  Her need for sex burned in her
like a low, bight fire.  And she still had her collar
on, and needed to see what daddy wanted her to do.  So
she crawled out of bed and went to find him.