Rebekkah’s Revenge (3)

Continued from HERE. The whole story started HERE

The basement door opened with a groan. “Anyone home?” Adriana called out. “House call for the esthetician.”

“In the bedroom. Your client awaits,” shouted Sarah.

Adriana walked into the bedroom and stopped in her tracks. There was a naked man, bound and spread-eagle on the bed. Rebekkah was massaging his balls while Sarah sat on his chest, gripping his erect shaft as she scratched her nails over his cock head. “Not what I expected but hey, who am I to judge. Are we sharing?”

Rebekkah looked up. “Oh and so much more. Let me fill you in.” She sat up and wiped her icy hands on the bed. Sarah continued her ministrations like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing jerks and flicks from the man as she frustrated his fragile flesh.

As Rebekkah stood, Adriana glanced quizzically at the damp puddle of melted ice. “Please do. I’m curious.”

“So this little piece of shit tried to jump me at Nanna’s,” she began. Rebekkah recounted the basic details of her assault, “… and then Lupus saved the day, I called Sarah to come help out, and here we are!”

Adriana had her hand to her mouth. She reached out and pulled Rebekkah close. “Oh my God. Are you okay? You poor thing,” she soothed.

Rebekkah gently eased her off. “I’m fine. But we’ve all been where I was tonight. And remember Maria? When she got assaulted and the Police did nothing? We all said we would step up if we ever got the chance.” She glanced over to the bed as Sarah’s nails dragged along the length of the twitching shaft.  “Well here we are. Time for some Girl Power. This guy can take a message back to his homies, tell them what happens when a guy disrespects a girl,” She spat. “Let them know their bravado, and couldn’t-give-a-damn and selfish bigotry doesn’t cut it today. What do you say girl? You in?”

Adriana paused for just a second, then: “Damn right I’m in. Just tell me the plan.”

Just then Sarah shrieked. “You little shit!” She pinched his cock hard at the base, but too late. His cock pulsed three, four times and then oozed cum. “Ha! At least that was a wasted load!”  She slapped his still-stiff shaft. “Now he knows how we feel, like 90% of the time.”

She looked up at the others. “You know, we should wallop him for that. A good, hard old-school strapping. Come on, let’s flip him over and give his arse a leathering.” Sarah jumped off his chest. As she did, Adriana saw the tape gag fixed across his face.

“Oh my God, you’ll suffocate him! Poor bastard probably can’t breath!” Adriana moved over to the bed and started to tug at the duct tape gag. Buddy yelped as his beard hairs were pulled.

“Oh get over it!” Sarah snarled. “That’s nothing compared with what’s to come.” She pushed Adriana aside, grabbed the loose edge of tape and ripped it off. The guy shrieked in pain. “You are a fuckin’ maniac, bitch,” he yelled.

“Now you’re in no position to be name calling, are you?” Sarah replied, as she reached down to slap his nuts. He groaned deeply at the renewed assault on his tackle. “Now then, let’s keep it down, shall we? You already agreed to this instead of the police, so let’s be a big boy and take your just desserts like the man you think you are. Who knows, you might find a new side of yourself and actually enjoy a little femdom. When was the last time you got tossed by two girls in one night, eh? Any more noise and I’m gagging you again.”

His eyes shone with hate, but he kept quite and allowed his bindings to be repositioned so that he was now face down, arms and legs spread wide.

“Well that’s better, but not quite what I want. Adriana, grab those pillows and we’ll shove them under his belly.” Sarah took hold of his abused tackle and pulled backwards. He grunted and quickly lifted his buttocks to ease the pain in his scrotum. Adriana forced three pillows into the void.

With his knees spread and buttocks raised, the girls had a fine target, but Sarah wanted him opened up still further, so she sat herself on his shoulders, forcing his chest down and buttocks up. As his cleft widened Adriana curled her lips.

“Eww, gross. He’s a hairy fucker down there, isn’t he?”

“Exactly!” Sarah remarked, “Good practice for your Brazilian skills, but I wanna blister his arse first!” She slapped his buttocks hard, leaving behind a handprint. “Oww!” she cried, “Shit, his arse is tough!” She looked around. “Rebekkah, what do you have we can use?”

Adriana and Sarah turned to Rebekkah, who was now staring almost trance-like at the exposed bottom in front of her. Her mouth was open slightly, breath catching.

“Rebekkah? You still here?” asked Adriana.

“Wha… Oh, yeah, sure”

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, and a sly smile played on her lips. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll – I’ll be right back.” And she dashed from the room.

Sarah looked bemused. “What was that all about?” She looked over at Adriana’s esthetics bag. “Do you have any good hairbrushes in here? Mom can always light a fire with hers.”

Adriana started at Sarah’s comment. “Can she now? And she still does, eh?” she laughed.

Realising what she’d said, Sarah started back-peddling. “What? Er, no, I mean … yes. Well not really. Not like when we were kids. Just if I need it, you know?”

“No, not really, no. Maybe you can fill me in another time?”

Just then the guy jerked his shoulders, trying to unseat Sarah. “Will you get your fat arse off me!” His shout was muffled by the mattress he was currently eating. Sarah slapped him several times, punctuating her blows with her words.

“Do … SLAP … Not … SLAP … Call … SLAP … Me … SLAP … FAT … SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP”

Adriana laughed. “Oh, my God, I don’t ever want to be on your bad side!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a flat backed wooden brush. “Here, save your hand and start him off with this one while I find something better.”

Sarah took the brush and hefted the weight. “Just like mom’s,” she laughed. “I’ve got my tack box in my car. There’s a decent saddle strap in there we can use.”

Adriana made her way back outside. With every step she could hear the sharp retort of the hairbrush bouncing off the man’s naked cheeks, followed swiftly by his grunt of pain.

… and yes, there will be more!

Rebekkah’s Revenge (2)

Ohhh – this story seems to be getting away from me! All my worst fears and fantasies!! This tale does seem quite apropos though, with the outpouring of male sexual harassment in the press just lately. Harvey Weinstein and your ilk, take note!!

We pick up from Rebekkah’s Revenge here:

The girls bundled the hapless man into the back of Sarah’s car for the short ride back down the lane. They dragged him off the back seat by the jeans still hobbling his legs. As he exited backwards, Sarah grabbed his ball sac and pulled backwards, forcing him to double over. She held his bollocks firmly as he hobbled carefully forward, led by Rebekkah as she guided him by his jacket collar. Once inside, Sarah gave hs sac another hard squeeze as they dropped him onto the hard floor. He lay on his side, moaning a little.

“So what now?” asked Sarah. “What do you want to do with him?”

“I think he needs to learn some respect. He needs to know what it’s like to be a woman today with bastards like him everywhere. I say we take our fun, just like he would.”

“Well yah, I’m definitely gonna whup his ass some more. But guys need to know how much effort we put into looking good. Looks like he’s never bothered himself. We should buff and pluck. Kinda modern day tar and feathering.”

Rebekkah laughed out loud. “Oh! Oww! But I like that. That’s a lesson he can take back to his gym rats.” She snickered, “Maybe he’ll find some new lovin’ buddies then. I’ll text Adriana, tell her to bring her esthetics stuff.”

The girls hauled their prize into the basement bedroom and onto the old metal-framed bed. Rebekkah found some rope in her dad’s workshop. Sarah sat on his chest and Rebekkah looped a line round his ankles to the bedframe, handing the ends to Sarah. She then worked his jeans off and Sarah yanked on the ropes, forcing his legs apart. With a similar manoeuvre they had him naked and spread-eagle.

Sarah looked him up and down. “He’s a bit thin for my tastes, but this isn’t too shabby.” She said the last words as she reached forward and pulled on his penis. His eyes darted and he tried to jerk away from her grip. “Now, now. Relax a little. I’m just eyeing the merchandise.” Her hand massaged him erect and continued to stroke up and down. “My, not a bad specimen. Almost as big as my dildo. We can play with that later. Just for now I think a little teasing will do the job.” She grasped his shaft firmly in her left hand. With her right she rubbed the tip of his penis rapidly with her open palm. He bucked and writhed as his glans became super sensitised. After a minute or so she released him. The girls laughed as his penis twitched and flicked.

“My turn,” said Rebekkah. She held his shaft firm and rotate her wetted finger round and round on his penis head, then flicked a nail back and forth across his slit. She raked her nails round and under his head. His hips bucked as he thrashed in exquisite agony, his penis rock hard.

“I think he’s getting a little over heated,” said Sarah. The girls locked eyes. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Rebekkah leapt off the bed. “Yep, he needs a little ice to cool him off. I’ll be quick. Keep him bubbling.”

As Rebekkah raced upstairs for ice, Sarah continued to tease him by raking her nails along the underside of his shaft. His cock was leaking profusely now. She couldn’t resist dipping her tongue to tease his slit, licking with the barest of cat-licks. His cock twitched violently so she quickly squeezed his cock at the base to stem the flow as she heard Rebekkah on the stairs. She entered the room with a bowl of ice cubes.

“This will cool him down,” she giggled. She took a cube in her palm and gripped his cock head, rolling the ice round and round. Melting water dripped down his shaft and between his cheeks. She wanked him then with the ice cube, finally holding it tightly against his scrotum.

And the night is yet young ….

Jack’s Revenge

Kami Tora produced the two pictures used in this post and in Jack and Miss Forsyth as a pair. so I thought it would be neat to write two poems to illustrate the pictures. Kami Tora art lends itself so well to these fun poems, I find. Follow the tag to my other Kami Tora inspired poems. Enjoy!

Jack’s pride was hurt, just like his bum, Miss Forsyth whacked him so

His cock had risen as she did, and he gave the class a show

His bum was bare, his cock was hard, his tears were flowing free

And then his cock had shot a load, when paddled, ‘cross her knee

Jack had not been punished much, but it was actually quite nice

But Forsyth had hurt his manly pride, and for that, she’d pay a price

He wanted his revenge, you see, to right this painful wrong

He’d whack Miss Forsyth’s pretty bum, and hear her soulful song

He plotted long, he plotted hard, he just had to think this through

And then he got the perfect chance. It came quite out the blue

One day he had a Math test, his best and favourite class

His answers were a little off, but good enough to pass

Now Jack was used to being right, he did not like to fail

So when his got his paper back, it was quite beyond the pale

His parents paid out quite the fee to keep him at that school

So turning in a B+ grade, made him look quite the fool

His parents threatened to withdraw their little protégé

The teacher was at fault they said, “Jack should have got an A”

He told then not to worry, it was surely a mistake

He would meet his teacher after class, he knew what steps to take

He would put her in her rightful place, Forsyth would see the light

And so he met her after class, to convey his parent’s slight

“My folks, they pay your wages, see?” He came right out and said

“You need to grade me with an A, or you’ll be out of work instead”

She stood her ground, she stamped her foot. She was not one to be told

But then the Head was at the door and Miss Forsyth he did scold

“Young Jack’s dad, he built this school, he paid for every brick”

“So you will do just what you’re told. You’ll even suck his dick!”

With that, he left the pair alone, and Jack then took his cue

He smiled a knowing little smile. He knew just what to do

“You’ll write 100 times or more, ‘Jack always gets an A’

And when you’re done we can discuss the painful price you’ll pay

But first I think, a little fun. You know, the Head was right

If you suck my dick then I will know, you truly are contrite”

And so, on bended knee she went, and pulled his member out

And slathered up and down his pole, til he shot into her mouth

She chalked away, til the board was full, her mouth still full of cum,

And then he bent her o’er his knee, to spank her perky bum

He whipped her tights right down her thighs, her panties down as well

And marvelled at the gorgeous sight, of her rounded buttocks swell

He took a rule and whipped it down, red striping her fine arse

And kept on spanking at her bum, til she began to curse

She made such a noise, it wasn’t right. She wouldn’t stop her racket

So he put an apple in her mouth, and she bit down hard upon it

Now on he went, with vicious spite, spanking hard her naked rear

His grade, he knew, would now be A. Of that he had no fear.

Jack and Miss Forsyth

Jack was new at the Academy

So he didn’t know the drill

That Staff were Gods, and never wrong

So things quickly went downhill

One teacher in particular

The attractive Miss Forsyth

Was very strict about the rules

And the consequential price

For any lad, or any girl

Who questioned her reply

Well Jack was quite the cocky sod

So he argued, eye to eye

Forsyth fumed at Jack’s retort

“I’m having none of it!

You’d best get used to standing up

You’ll be too sore to sit!”

She had him write a hundred times

“I will do what she says”

And then she stripped him of his pants

And whacked his bum ablaze

He lay across her silken legs

His bottom bare to all

And then the paddle lit him up

And he began to bawl

And then she felt his willy grow

So she trapped it, twixt her thighs

And whaled upon his naked rear

Til his member did arise

She whacked him with her paddle

She made his bottom sore

She kept on spanking very hard

Until his cum shot on the floor

Songs for Spanking : Help me Rhonda

Another in my occasional series, Songs for Spanking.

I’m sure The Beach Boys would have been partial to hot buns themselves on a warm California evening. At least, that’s my interpretation of the hidden message behind ‘Help me Rhonda’.

 

Spank me Rhonda

Well since you spanked my ass I’ve been wantin’ you to do it again
I’ll fuck your sweet ass at night but in the mornin’ please just lay on some pain

Well, Rhonda you know I’m primed (know I’m primed)
So you know it wouldn’t take much time
For you to spank me Rhonda
Spank me ‘til I cum on the bed

Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda
Spank, Spank me Rhonda
Spank me Rhonda yeah
‘Til I cum on the bed

I was gonna be your boss
And you were gonna be my girl
(Oh Rhonda)
But I let you be the leader between us
And it shattered my world
(Oh Rhonda)

Well, Rhonda you spanked me tight (spanked me tight)
And I will suck your pussy every night
If you just spank me Rhonda
Spank me ‘til I cum on the bed

[repeat x2]

If you like this, the rest of the series is here:

Thank you for the Music

Fat Bottomed Girls

Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay

Sweet Caroline

Help!

Rebekkah’s Revenge

Continues from Red Riding Hood. A reader wanted to know what Rebekkah would do now she had her assailant under her control. So here we go …

The man looked up at her, his eyes wide and dark. With his hands bound behind him and his feet tied, he was no longer a threat, he was hers to do with as she would. The transfer of power flowed through her like an electric current. She thought about calling the police, but then another thought came to her, a much sweeter, deeper retribution for the violation of her and her Nanna’s home. She pulled out her phone and fired off a text:

“Got a live one. Wanna join me?”

She put her phone away, crouched beside him and pulled off his winter hat. He was younger than she’d imagined, probably close to her own age. Pretty fit and not bad looking either. He wore a beard, of course. Guys today seemed to like the rugged look. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t be sure if she knew him. The beard and the poor light worked to disguise his features.

She looked into his eyes. “Lupus is gonna stay with you while I go check inside. One move and he will rip your face. Got that?” He gave a nervous nod, eyes fixed on the hanging jowls above his face.

She jumped up and headed inside. After a quick tour through the cottage it didn’t seem anything was missing. She’d found a tool bag in her Nanna’s bedroom but nothing else. She took a roll of duct tape and a screwdriver from the bag. After she had locked the door she jabbed the screwdriver into the frame around the lock, before tossing it into the woods. She ripped off a length of duct tape and stuck it firmly across his mouth. “Sorry about this,” she smiled sweetly, “I guess that’s going to pluck out a few whiskers when we rip it off later! But that will be the least of your worries, let me tell you.”

“Now, we’ve got two options here. I can call the cops, tell them how you broke in and tried to rape me, or we can apply what we call in my criminology class, ‘restorative justice’. Know what that is?” The woodcutter shook his head nervously, still eyeing Lupus. “Well, let me explain.” She looked right into his eyes. “It’s about you putting right what you damaged through your actions. You could say ‘eye for an eye’, but not really. You know, it’s probably easier for me to demonstrate.”

She reached towards his waist, and tugged his belt free, then the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He tried to wrench free, until Lupus curled his lips to show his canines. He lay back down then, complicit in his own reckoning.

“Are we done foolin’ now?” she asked, curtly. The man gave a briefest nod, and a gasp as he felt his pants tugged sharply down. She sat astride his legs, then took hold of his flaccid cock and ball sac, massaging him firmly. He gave a yelp as her nails jabbed his tender flesh as she squeezed his sac, rolling his balls painfully. He gave out a muffled cry through the gag and tried to jerk away. She held her grip and leaned close to his face, now full of pain and confusion. “Don’t like it when I’m rough with you, do you?” she snarled.

Despite the pain Rebekkah felt his shaft began to swell in her hand, pushing against the cage of her fingers. Changing her grip, she began to stroke him slowly with one hand, whilst continuing to squeeze and roll his balls. He was now fully erect and brimming tears. “You don’t know if you love it or hate it, do you?” She raked her nails around his gleaming cock head as she spoke. His shaft jerked and leaked clear fluid as she did so. She continued with full, firm strokes as she rolled and punished his balls. She felt him stiffen as his orgasm approached. At that point she released him. He cried out in agonised frustration as his cock jerked and spurted, the pleasure lost in that final moment.

As his cock subsided, Rebekkah scooped up his cum with her finger. She wiped some on her sweat pants and top, then reached inside to her knickers. “Insurance,” she whispered.

***

Rebekah looked up at the sound of a car. The headlights illuminated the scene on the front deck. A woman stepped out. “Looks like you started without me! Having fun?”

“Hey Sarah, I think we just reached an understanding. Buddy here was fumbling in Nanna’s drawers when I caught him. He attacked me, Lupus helped out and that’s how we got here.”

“Lupus pulled his pants down and tossed him off?”

“No, silly! I was explaining the concept of restorative justice to buddy here.”

“I don’t recall that definition from any criminology lecture I’ve had!”

“Details! It’s an adaptation, but the jist is there. Along with the jism!”

Sarah laughed. “Good one. Okay, so is buddy up for this?”

“Good point. Wait one.” Rebekkah turned to the man. “You remember your options? About the cops, rape charge, burglary in the first degree? 20 years. Pretty boy like you, you’d be real popular I’m sure. Is that what you want?” He shook his head vigorously. “So you want to deal with this between the three of us, here and now, no questions asked?”

He looked from Sarah to Rebekkah, the fear evident in his eyes.

“Poor baby! Put him out of his misery, for God’s sake!” laughed Sarah. She looked down at him. “Look buddy, we’re not going to chop off your dick or maim you. We’re just gonna have some fun and make sure you remember to ask nicely next time you feel the urge to try a slice of honey pie – and you don’t break into old ladies’ houses. Let’s say, you’ll have a better idea of our point of view come tomorrow morning, and I’m guessing you might even like it, just a little bit.” She shivered in the cold. “Jeez, it’s freezing out here. Look, we can leave you out here, as you are, and call the cops. They might get here in an hour or two, by which time your pretty little dick will be al black and shrivelled with frostbite, or we can get inside and warm up. Your call.”

The man looked up at Sarah and gave the briefest of nods. “Okay, there’s your consent. Now let’s party!”

Rebekkah turned to the bound man. “Okay fella, time for a ride. Now, I’m gonna loosen your feet. Don’t try anything now. Lupus is real partial to sausage.” She grabbed his limp cock and laughed at her own joke.

Rebekkah removed his boots and tugged his jeans down to his ankles before untying the leash. He still had his hands bound behind his back, and now he was hobbled. Using his cock as a handle she urged him to his feet and towards the car. As he stepped down from the porch he stumbled and landed hard on his knees. Without his hands to stop him he face-planted into the snow, naked rump uppermost. He struggled to right himself until he felt a boot on his neck.

“Seems a shame to waste this moment, don’t you think?” said Sarah. “I’ve got my horse riding gear in the trunk.” Rebekkah dashed forward, popped the trunk and pulled out a crop. “A little warm-up I think,” laughed Rebekkah. “It’s a bit chilly out here.” She whipped the riding crop hard across his upturned cheeks, leaving a vivid red stripe with each stroke.

“My turn,” said Sarah. Rebekkah handed her the crop. To keep her foot planted on her victim’s neck she had to swing down vertically. At first her strokes whipped longitudinal stripes down each cheek. Then she aimed a stroke into his cleft, whipping his anus with the leather tip. He howled through his gag. The girls laughed at the sound, and Sarah aimed another stroke.

“Enough!” laughed Rebekkah after Sarah missed her aim and slapped the crop against his tightly drawn sac. “Let’s get him to my place. We’ve got a whole night of fun ahead of us!”

Should we continue, to see where Sarah and Rebekkah take their ‘restorative justice’? Let me know in comments.

Red Riding Hood

red riding

The shrilling of the phone broke her train of thought. She was struggling to get going on her essay and another interruption was the last thing she needed. She glanced at the clock – jeez, 10pm already – who’s calling at this hour? She picked up the handset and frowned. “Why are TrustForce Alarms calling me?” she wondered. She stabbed the Talk button. “Hello, Rebekkah Redmoor, who’s calling?”

“Good evening Ms Redmoor. This is TrustForce Alarm monitoring service. We have an alert from Mrs Forsyth. We called her home but got no reply. This number is listed as our emergency contact.” The caller was polite and efficient.

“Yeah, that’s Grannie. Is there a problem? She’s probably asleep. Her alarm is always going off. What d’you want me to do?”

“Ms Redmoor, we require a positive confirmation of an incident before we can contact the police. We have had several false calls from this residence recently. Is there anyone able to investigate?”

“What? No. I’m here on my own. You want me to go out in the middle of the night to see if there’s an intruder before you send the police? No friggin’ way!”

“Miss Redmoor, excuse me for asking, but are you over the age of majority?”

“Yes, I’m 21”

“Well then we do require you to confirm the report. If we dispatch police to another false arlam then Ms Forsyth will be charged the cost and we will have to terminate her monitoring service. I’m sure that’s not what you would want for your Grandmother, is it?”  His tone had changed. Still polite, but now with an assertive, authoritative air like her father. “There is no need to put yourself in any danger Miss, but we do need to know this is not another false alert. If there is the slightest reason to suspect anything untoward you can call the police directly and avoid any confrontation.”

Reluctantly, Rebekkah said she would check, and hung up. She stood up from her desk and glanced outside. “Great,” she thought, “It’s snowing.” She considered her options. Grannie had no cell phone, and they said they’d already called the house. She could call her parents, but they would be seriously pissed. This was their anniversary and they had taken off for a romantic weekend, leaving her at home with the dogs. At 21 she was certainly more than capable, and they trusted her to deal with things responsibly. That came with the territory as a Redmoor.

With no alternatives, she trudged to the kitchen to winter-up, donning her red Canada Goose jacket, winter boots and gloves. She pulled a red toque over her curly auburn hair. She was about to step into the night when she felt eyes on her back. She turned to see Wolfie straing back at her, his white fangs catching the light as he panted in anticipation. “Might as well kill two birds,” she thought. She whistled to the hound. “Wolfie, come on.”

Together they headed out into the evening snowstorm. She tugged the fur collar tighter as a squall whipped shards of snow at her face. Wolfie didn’t seem to notice – to the Malamute this was like a summer’s day. Grannie’s home was behind her own home. It had always been her very own Hanzal and Gretel cottage in the woods. In summer she would cut through the back woods and pop out on Grannie’s doorstep, but in winter she took the longer route by road.

They trudged down the lane, passing the vacant lot being cleared for another new house. With her head down, she almost smacked into a truck parked opposite Grannie’s driveway. She cursed as she stomped past. Glancing inside she didn’t see anyone, just the typical junk of a forest worker’s truck – logs in the bed, chains hanging off the guard rails, the axe rack, empty, across the back window.

Reaching the house, Rebekkah saw that there was a dim light glowing behind the curtained room to the right – Grannie’s bedroom. “She’s in bed!” she muttered to herself, “Old biddy’s probably turned her hearing aid off.”

She stepped up to the door and tried the knob. She wasn’t surprised to find it open. She spoke under her breath. “One of these days, Grannie, there really will be an intruder back here. Can’t trust anyone today you know. Just lock the damn door!”

She opened the door and stepped inside, banging her boots clear of snow. She left Wolfie outside – the big dog would just shake as soon as he got indoors and she didn’t want to spend the rest of her evening cleaning up after him.

“Grannie, you awake?” Rebekkah called. She stepped towards the front bedroom.

No reply.

“You okay, Grannie? The alarm company called, said they couldn’t reach you,” Rebekkah called out.

A voice spoke, “Oh, you know,” the replying voice wavered. Grannie’s voice sounded hoarse – maybe she had a cold?

Rebekkah moved into the bedroom and reached for the light switch. Nothing happened. “Grannie, did a bulb go?”

A hand grabbed at her wrist and yanked her into the room. She was spun around so that her back was to her attacker. The man was strong, and smelt of wood and sweat. His encircling arms pinned her. She felt his breath on her neck. “My, what a pretty little thing we have here,” he breathed. He held her tight with one strong arm and slipped his free hand inside her coat. He grabbed a handful of her breast through her sweater, squeezing and groping her painfully. “Maybe not such a little girl either,” he breathed, continuing to maul her chest.

Rebekkah flicked the glove off her hand and smashed her nails into the back of his encircling hand. The shock was enough for him to release his grip enough for her to spin free. He grabbed her again, face to face this time. He forced her backwards, towards the bed. She felt the bed behind her knees. The certain knowledge of his intentions spurred her again, and she pushed back just enough to allow her to bring her knee up hard and fast, smashing into his groin. He roard and fell back. She kicked him this time, smashing her boot into his hands which were now clutching at his wounded pride. With him doubled over and temporarily incapacitated, she made her escape.

The man recovered quickly, protected somewhat by his woodcutter gear and the adrenaline coursing through him.  He stumbled after her and grabbed her just as she started down the steps from the porch. Pinning her once more, he snarled at her, “You like it rough? I’ll show you rough.” He lifted her bodily off her feet. As he turned her back into the house, he stopped. Standing between him and the door was a huge beast – it looked like a wolf. The animal bared its teeth and gave a guttural growl, then leapt at the man.

He dropped Rebekkah to fight off the beast. Wolfie sank his teeth into the man’s arm and shook him like a tug toy.

“Good boy, Wolfie. Hold him there,” said Rebekkah. She took Wolfie’s leash and quickly bound the woodcutter, hand and feet.

Rebekkah stared down at the restrained man. “Yeah, I like it rough, but I prefer bondage, and I like to be in charge. Now, where shall we begin?”