The huntsman (Patreon)

First of the month and here’s the official beginning of subscriber content.

I’ve been asked for more Twisted Tales and here is one of several I have coming up. Enjoy.

Snows body convulsed as she gagged on the cock of the man who attacked her. She’d been chased, captured, thrown to the ground and kicked, and now raped. Any cry for help was ignored, every item she tried to scream at him to stop he just slapped her, harder and harder. He’d forced himself on her for over two hours. His immense length and girth painfully stretching her, forcing her body to take him. He was ruining her, no prince would ever want her now. No king would want to promise a lordly son to an ashamed and broken woman like her. 

Her face was red from his big hands slapping her, eyes watery from gagging on his immense manhood and being choked as he took her. Makeup running and smeared around her face mixed with thick throat slime and his first huge load of cum. Her perfect dress was in tatters, torn into rags as he ripped it from her body and dragged her through the woods. Her firm melon sized breasts and large butt were red and marked with bruises from his merciless abuse. The more she struggled the more violent he was.

It had started as an afternoon walk in the woods before she held her early evening court. She never heard him coming, just felt his hands on her and next thing she knew she landed hard against a tree. “My turn you whore.” He’d growled and shoved a least a foot of soft manhood into her mouth. She gagged and tried to pullback but his hand in her hair wouldn’t let her go, then came the other hand, slapping her so hard her ears rung, then doing it again and again. She struggled and squealed from the abuse, he loved it, his dick hardening with each strike. He would pull back and jam himself down her throat harder, making her feel just how big and how thick he was getting. She had no choice but to take him.

She’d called for her guards when he pulled out to blow his first load, a slap from him, hard enough to cut her lip, put a stop to that. He forced his still cumming cock back into her mouth to make sure she wouldn’t do that again. She was forced to swallow his thick disgusting load, there was so much she feared she’d vomit. Then he ripped her dress to pieces and dragged her by the hair to this spot by the river and thrust his dick between her breasts until he came again. Then it was her womanhood, her precious royal insides felt like they were being torn apart he was so long and thick. Then came her ass. She’d only ever had anal sex once before, she’d enjoyed it, but this wasn’t about her getting pleasure, this criminal only cared about how much pleasure he could take from her.

Every time he exploded inside or all over her he thrust back in and kept going. His stamina was terrifying. Her old huntsman and lover would’ve killed this man, interrupted this violent sexual conquest and driven an axe into the man’s skull. Snow laughed at the thought of him and the memory of how he screamed when she burned him alive. This one though, he was a brute, he was rough, he was a murderer and a rapist. He was perfect.

This one was her new favorite. Her old huntsman was strong and his cock was big and thick, plenty to please any woman, especially a princess, but he was too nice. He’d only lightly slap her when she needed to be beaten. Made love to her slow and gentle when she needed to be fucked hard. Wait until she was alone and ready when she wanted to be taken whenever h wanted her and forced. Whatever this man’s name was he was the new royal huntsman for the queen, Snow was almost in love. 

When it was over part of her wanted to ask why he chose the river to fuck her. She got her answer as he flipped her over and shoved his full sixteen inch cock into her ass again. She cried out in the painful pleasure of it. “That’s it, scream you fucking slut!” He roared then drove himself into her ass as hard as he could. Snow howled as her body shook and came again and again. When he was a few strokes from cumming again he grabbed snow by the head and forced her head into the river. 

Minutes passed, Snow let him ride her and fill her ass one final time. When he’s spurted his last thick rope of ball batter deep into her rectum Snow’s head was yanked from water. She rose gagging and coughing, mouthfuls of water mixed with slobber falling from her lips. Queen Snow White felt her rapists hands release her and she turned around. Naked, bruised, and covered in cum and spit, Snow stood, somehow still looking as regal as she ever had in her finest clothes. 

He was much taller then she was, a good head and shoulders over her shorter frame. Broad shouldered and covered from head to toe in a layer of bulky muscle. His shoulder length brown hair was more like a thick and wild mane. He’d been released from his cell for today only, to meet his queens challenge for a huntsman and lover. He’d raped a dozen women and brutally killed four guards when they tried to capture him. When she met him this morning he still had their blood on his knuckles.

“I am cr….” His deep voice was silenced with a hush from her.

“Your name doesn’t matter. You are my huntsman and your cock belongs to me.” She declared.

Snow White knew every inch of the woods in her kingdom. She strode proudly confident, and naked through the forest to the roadway, to her waiting carriage and royal guard. The huntsman was quick and silent behind her, but she knew he was following. Two guards dressed in their queens colors of dark purple with white trim and black iron plate stood at attention seeing her voluptuous form stride from the trees. They tensed as the huntsman came into view, an arrogant grin on his face.

“This huntsman is acceptable.” She declared. At her command he was set free and pardoned for every crime he’d committed. A guard opened her carriage and pulled out a fine wooden chest. On a red velvet cushion sat her folded black leather jacket, thong, her studded choker, and her crown. She took only the crown and gently placed it on her head, she’d enchanted it to never fall from her head once she placed it there. She waved the box away and it was replaced with a small box, sitting inside was a vial of glowing green liquid. Snow used her magic to heal herself, her cuts disappeared and her red and abused holes healed as if she were still the innocent girl found by those seven miners, long ago. She left the bruises, this brute had earned the right to see his marks on his queen.

A finger to her lips changed her cherry red lipstick to pitch black and she turned to hand her new huntsman the potion. “Drink.” She commanded, to his credit he took the vial and swallowed it down in one gulp. Almost everyone in her kingdom and others were afraid of magic. It was something dark and mysterious. Snow knew better, it was a tool, it could hurt or help. In this case it could also enhance. 

With a grunt of pain the huntsman tossed the bottle away and grabbed his head. The magic did its job, Snow watched with a wicked grin as her new hunstman grew, at last an inch or two taller, his muscles bulged with new power, his cock lengthened and fattened, even soft as it was she could tell it was almost as long as he had been hard just moments ago. When it was over she saw his eyes, he examined her like a predator does it’s prey, a carnivore eyeing a piece of fresh juicy meat. She met his eyes and saw a look of primal violent lust. “What do you think my huntsman?” She asked. His answer was a backhanded slap across her face that cut her lip again. She motioned her guards to let the man be. She grinned, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood from her lip, she laughed as the huntsman pulled her up into a fierce kiss.

The guards knew to move slowly. Queen Snow White wanted to enjoy her new huntsman. The curtains were open during the journey, allowing anyone to see their bitch queen on her back or bent over, a pair of huge rough hands tightly squeezing her throat as a mountain of muscle drove twenty inches of impossibly thick cock between her legs in long hard strokes. No matter how hard he squeezed he couldn’t permanently harm her and he certainly couldn’t kill her, her magic prevented it, he knew this, he could be had hard, as rough, and as violent as he wanted and she’d love it. Their eyes were locked on each other. His big hands around her neck tightened and twisted. “Yeah baby.” Snow moaned. “Harder. Make it fucking hurt.” She grinned, this huntsman was perfect.