Enchanted: Erotic Bedtime Stories for Women (13 page)

"He did vow that he would return the favor," recalled the first.

"Oh, my, what a perfectly scandalous idea!" exclaimed the third baron. But he said this with such glee that one could not really believe he was terribly scandalized.

"Indeed," remarked the baron who had threatened to call the authorities only moments before. He now lightened his grip on Goldilocks and smiled broadly as he contemplated the situation. "But where on earth do you suppose he managed to find such a trollop?"

"We must ask him the next time we see him," said his friend with a chuckle, but their demeanor and attitude were quickly changing, and they were at once more jovial and good-humored. They moved in closer to Goldilocks and, very leisurely, began unbuttoning her dress. As they did so, they spoke to one another cheerfully, paying little attention to Goldilocks as they made blunt observations about her clothing.

"Upon my word," remarked the first, as he pulled the dress over her head and held it up to his friends. "Of what sort of material is this ungainly rag made?"

"I can't say that I have ever encountered anything like it before," replied the second, wrinkling his nose with a look of distaste. "It reminds one of the stuff used to hold potatoes!"

"Indeed," chuckled the third, taking perverse delight in its shabbiness. "I half expected to find some of that product upon your removing the thing."

"Oh, but you must see these!" screeched the first baron. He tugged at Goldilocks's undergarments, barely acknowledging her at all as he nearly ripped them off her body and held them up to his friends. "Why, they are absolutely revolting!"

His friends gasped in horror at the sight of the cotton pantaloons, so unlike the silken undergarments they were used to seeing in the stores where they shopped.

Goldilocks stared at them in astonishment. Before she had the presence of mind to comprehend their intentions she was standing naked before them, watching mutely as they nonchalantly discussed her clothing. Next, they began to undress themselves, doing so in a very casual and unhurried manner, carefully folding each article of clothing as they removed it and placing it neatly over a chair. At last the first baron laid himself across the bed that Goldilocks had been sleeping in only a few moments before. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her expectantly.

"Well?" he said, and when she only stared at him he tapped the bed, exclaiming, "Look alive, old girl!"

The other two, meanwhile, led her to where he lay. To her utter bewilderment, she could not bring herself to resist. It was most certainly her excessive curiosity that had brought her to this point, and now it once again pushed her onward to see the outcome of this unusual but exciting episode. To the barons, she was a total stranger who had been procured to entertain them. They would most likely never discover her real identity, so she could walk away from the experience as if it had never happened, and yet with a new knowledge of herself and the world around her. She had never before been presented with such an opportunity, and likely would not again. Aside from all of this, she felt herself to be under some queer influence, so that she could not oppose the oddly authoritative will of the barons, or this most peculiar orgy.

The two barons guided Goldilocks so that she was positioned on top of the first baron just so, but she gasped suddenly, saying, "This is too hard!"

To this the baron replied, "That will be remedied in a short while."

Accepting this, Goldilocks allowed herself to be placed fully upon him, and immediately an intense pleasure shot through her as she was obliged, in this position, to take every bit of his hardness inside of her.

The second baron positioned himself directly in front of Goldilocks's face and summoned her to open her lips. "This is too soft," she could not help remarking just before he stuffed himself into her mouth.

"That, too, will be remedied without delay," replied he. And within seconds of having said so, Goldilocks realized that he had spoken the truth.

Goldilocks now glanced sideways at the third baron as he saturated himself with some kind of lubricant. "Oh," she thought, "that is just right." But she reconsidered this in the next instant, for he had positioned himself directly behind her— and it did not immediately feel "just right" where he was forcing himself into her from behind. She gasped.

Thus engaged, Goldilocks felt something like a butterfly might, when the collector methodically spreads apart its wings and firmly fastens it to his exhibit. And while it is true that the barons had almost as little regard for Goldilocks as the collector has for his butterfly, she had their concentrated attention for the moment at least, and the desire they felt for her was unmistakable. As for Goldilocks, her every sense was alive with feeling; yet, pinioned as she was, she was completely immobilized and absolutely vulnerable to their will.

The barons stroked and fondled every part of Goldilocks as they took her, meanwhile groaning under the strain to go slow; for they were determined to enjoy every aspect of this little windfall that had blown in their direction. With this in mind, they, in turns, went fast and slow, making full use of her eager body.

Meanwhile, Goldilocks could feel her own excitement pressing up within her. She had never felt so overwhelmed and, at the same time, so desperate for more. She gasped and whimpered when the barons became more demanding, relentlessly driving into her with a force that matched her own excitement. But ere long, they would once again slow the pace, forcing themselves to hold back in an effort to prolong the experience, and at these intervals they would devote themselves to touching her face, hair, breasts, and buttocks. Often they would comment on her physical appearance, noting such things as the softness of her skin, or the roundness of her buttocks, or the eagerness of her mouth. Hearing them, Goldilocks became overcome with desire, and suddenly wanted to be used by them— even more shamefully so.

She spread her legs wider and arched her back, pushing her hips upward and forcing herself to take the third baron completely in her backside. The discomfort this caused mingled with her pleasure and gave her the fuel she needed to reach her ultimate pleasure.

Alternately she pressed herself against the first baron, moving forward and backward on him so that he, too, received an equal turn of pleasure. Not wanting to neglect the second baron, she opened her mouth wider and tipped back her head, so that he could push himself farther into her throat, and with each thrust she felt an exquisite thrill to her very core.

All of these efforts she made were duly noted and remarked upon by the barons, and their comments added fuel to the fire that was burning hotter and deeper within her, threatening to consume her.

Goldilocks was responding to the barons in earnest now, caressing each one with that part of her body he possessed. She cared not how she appeared or how they would remember her later, for, to the extent that she pleased them, to that extent she felt her own pleasure. Her body gyrated wildly as she choked out sounds of pleasure. The barons watched her with admiration and delight, and marveled that she not only yielded to them, but also seemed to want them to use her more harshly.

Holding back their climax repeatedly, the three barons intended to employ Goldilocks's body for as long as she would allow it. The baron who had her mouth held her by her golden locks, pulling her hair this way and that, according to the position he desired her mouth to be in. The baron beneath her held her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples fiercely while she shuddered and wriggled helplessly on top of his body. The third baron slapped her backside brutally, much like he would have done to his horse if it did not please him.

But finally the barons could delay their excitement no longer, and they each became more urgent, roughly thrusting themselves into her body. Their crude use of her sent Goldilocks over the edge, and she cried out screams of pleasure as her body finally reached a most glorious release. That was the breaking point for the barons, and they lost all control, loudly filling her body to overflowing.

A few moments later Goldilocks once again found herself back in the same woods where she had begun her day. She pondered distractedly over what had happened to her. If not for the telltale soreness throughout her body she would have fancied the whole thing was no more than a daydream. But she knew it was no daydream, and she wondered over what she had done and how it had all come about.

"Was it wrong of me to venture into the barons' cottage uninvited?" she questioned. "But no. If it were wrong, I surely would not have been so thoroughly rewarded!"

And so, poor Goldilocks learned nothing from her experience, and will no doubt continue to intrude and trespass into the private affairs of others. But as for you and me, we shall not be so reckless, and I daresay that we will be especially careful to avoid any strange, masculine cottages we happen to find isolated in the deepest part of the woods.

Or will we?

Mirror on the Wall

O
nce upon a time, in a kingdom known far and wide for its beautiful women, there lived a sorcerer who fell in love with one of the maidens who dwelt there. This maiden was untrue to the sorcerer, however, and shortly afterward, he died of a broken heart. With his last breath he cast a spell upon the entire kingdom and, for all I know, it remains there to this day.

Under the spell of the broken-hearted sorcerer, all the women of this kingdom suddenly appeared unfamiliar and disagreeable to their male counterparts and even to themselves. They immediately began a campaign to become the exact opposite of what nature intended them to be. First, they starved themselves almost to death, because this emaciated condition was thought to be more appealing than the normal womanly appearance that came from being healthy. Those who could not withstand this deprivation submitted to other humiliating methods of ridding themselves of the unwanted flesh. Next, their breasts had to be altered from their natural shape to a larger, stiffer prototype, which, though causing much pain and many health problems, had a more desirable effect for everyone. Aging was the most detestable of all the natural manifestations in women, and it was to be avoided at all costs. Women did everything in their power to prevent it, finally succumbing to dangerous medical procedures when all else failed.

Although such an existence may seem far-fetched and improbable to many a reader, I can assure you, it is quite true. One could not expound too earnestly on the lengths to which these poor creatures were willing to go in their efforts to be anything besides that which they were. Why, even the hair upon their heads and bodies was incomprehensible to them, so that they cut, curled, colored, plucked, waxed, shaved and electrocuted until every single strand was either altered or destroyed.

The few women who managed to fit into this uncomfortable mode of expectation were given the status of queen— for a short while— during which time they were expected to exploit themselves for the pleasure of men, and for the punishment of the women who were not complying as properly as it was believed they ought.

In short, an intense misery came over the female inhabitants of this accursed land.

Now it came to pass that a certain woman of beauty, even for those times, happened to be nearing her time to expire; that is to say, she was approaching the age when her value as a woman and queen, according to the standards under the spell, was nearing its end. The soon-to-be-former queen frantically searched the books and leaflets that were published to advise the women of her kingdom, but, finding no comfort or guidance that would suffice, she at last found herself standing before an immense mirror that hung ominously over her on a wall in her bedchamber. In a state of despair, she cried:

Now, the mirrors, along with the women's publications throughout this land were under the curse of the evil spell; they were, in fact, the very conduits through which the spell gained strength and power.

The mirror, therefore, had been patiently waiting for this opportunity, and now replied:

The queen gasped in horror at the words the mirror spoke, which continued to echo faintly throughout her bedchamber.
Take and eat the heart of her!
How ghastly (and most definitely fattening), she thought. She peered more closely into the glass. There she spied two tiny lines that had settled themselves comfortably below each of her gaping eyes. She flung herself from the mirror with a screech.

Take and eat the heart of her!

Unable to endure the mirror a moment longer, the queen flew from her bedchamber. Suddenly she came face-to-face with her stepdaughter, who was called Snow White because her skin was as clear and pure as newly fallen snow. The queen had never been particularly fond of her stepdaughter— for in those times women were rarely fond of other females, even in the child form— but she had been tolerant of her up until now in memory of Snow White's father.

On this occasion, however, the queen could not help but notice the extraordinary beauty of Snow White, and it occurred to her that the tiresome child had grown up to be almost as beautiful as she herself had once been.
Find one like you once were.
The queen shuddered as she recalled the mirror's words, and she immediately sent Snow White away from her to labor in the kitchen.

And so, for a time, life went on in this manner, with poor Snow White forced to act as a servant in her father's house, and her stepmother, the queen, in such a state of dejection that she could not look upon Snow White without feeling physical pain.

One morning, as the queen's expiration date was getting perilously near, the unfortunate woman once again found herself standing before the large mirror in her bedchamber. Soon she was uttering the same pitiful plea: