Ruby, the de facto leader of our little group, was striding ahead of us, her long red cloak billowing out behind her like a superhero’s cape. Weiss, ever the stickler for propriety, was following close behind, her pristine white gloves and tailored coat a stark contrast to the wild surroundings of the forest. Yang and I brought up the rear, with Yang’s boisterous laughter echoing through the trees as she teased me about something I had said earlier.
“Oh, come on, Blake. You can’t be serious,” Yang said, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re telling me you’ve never even thought about what it would be like to kiss a girl?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my blush. “I didn’t say that. I just said I’ve never acted on it.”
“Well, there’s no time like the present,” Yang said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes again, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips.
Suddenly, the ground shook beneath our feet, and the air was filled with the growls of twenty Beowulfs. We stopped in our tracks, realizing with horror that we were surrounded. Ruby took a fighting stance, but the Beowulfs didn’t attack. Instead, they circled around us, sizing us up.
The leader of the Beowulfs stepped forward, towering over us. He sniffed the air, then let out a low growl. The other Beowulfs followed suit, and we realized with a sinking feeling what the Grimms intended to do.
“Oh, fuck me,” Yang muttered, her bravado disappearing in an instant. I couldn’t help but agree with her sentiment.
The Beowulfs moved quickly, forcing us onto all fours and lifting up our skirts. Ruby and Weiss’ faces flamed with embarrassment as their underwear was exposed. Yang and I fared no better, our pants pulled down and leaving us exposed.
The Beowulfs began to penetrate us, first in our mouths, then in our pussies and asses. We struggled and cried out, but the Beowulfs were too strong. Double and triple penetrations were arranged, leaving us gasping for breath.
The Beowulfs’ rough thrusts filled the air with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh. Our bodies were stretched to their limits, but we couldn’t escape. We could only endure the brutal rape.
The Beowulfs came inside us, filling us with hot, sticky seed. We were broken, humiliated, and defiled. The Beowulfs withdrew, leaving us lying in pools of our own fluids. We were exhausted, our bodies trembling from the intense orgasms we were forced to experience.
The Beowulfs circled around us again, sniffing and growling. The leader stepped forward, licking his lips. “You are ours now,” he growled. “Our sluts.”
We stared up at the Beowulfs, our faces a mix of fear and resignation. We knew we were now the property of the pack.
Ruby spoke up, her voice shaking. “What do you want from us?” she asked.
The leader grinned, showing his sharp teeth. “Whatever we want,” he said. “You are ours to use and abuse as we see fit.”
Weiss glared at the Beowulfs, her eyes flashing with anger. “You think you’re so strong,” she spit. “But you’re just animals. Mindless beasts.”
The Beowulfs snarled, but the leader held up a paw. “We’ll see who’s the beast,” he said. “When we’re done with you, you’ll beg for more.”
We looked at each other, our faces pale. We knew we were in for a long, hard ride. But we also
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