SAVAGE PASSION

Red Rose Ramirez POV

He reached out and took hold of my hair once again. The sting from the pull had me crying out, but that only made it easier for Donald to lower my face down upon his rod. My open mouth was instantly filled with his girth as he shoved my face down upon his lap. I gagged as the tip of his shaft went down my throat, and I panicked, thinking he would surely choke me to death. I tried to back off, but his hand on my head held me down. I pressed my palms down on his thighs to try to gain any type of leverage I could. I would suffocate by the size of this man pressing against the back of my throat.

"Shhh, my sacrifice. Shhh. Calm down. There is no reason to fight this."

He pulled out enough that I was able to catch the breath I worried I would never be able to obtain again. Donald didn't pull out all the way, however, only pushed back in once again. He did this a couple of times until I ultimately realized I would not truly die from lack of air or choke on his cock, and the more I relaxed the back of my throat, the easier it became.

"That's it. Up and down. Suck my cock like a good little sacrifice. Provide the kind of offering I truly want," he said as he loosened up on my hair once I began to do the act of bobbing my mouth up and down his length without the need for a hair pull to do it.

As my tongue glided along the silky flesh of Donald's sex, I thought of how this act was so much less severe than what the other men had done to me. If all I was expected to do was please the man with my mouth, I would surely hope the others wanted the same from me rather than to push into my tight pussy or my even tighter anus.

"Push your ass out," Donald ordered in almost a moan, as I had just taken his entire length to the back of my throat. "Stick it out and don't move."

I did as he asked, knowing that all eyes would be on my exposed bottom pressed out prominently and on display. But again, if this was the worst of my punishment, then on full display I would be. Once I was on all fours, with my ass out and his heavy cock resting on my tongue, Donald said, "Darius, begin."

I had forgotten that Darius had been asked to assist Donald and was standing behind me with a leather lash in hand. I was quickly reminded of his presence when a stinging blow rained down upon my bare behind. I screamed though the sound became muffled by Donald's mass filling my mouth. I scrambled forward but didn't have anywhere to scramble to. Darius took hold of my hips and pulled me back into position.

He used his hand to spank my behind once I was back in the precarious spot I was in before the surprising lash.

"Suck me, lass. Don't stop," Donald ordered. "The whipping won't stop until I'm satisfied, so you would be wise to make quick work of it."

Bobbing my head up and down, not sure what it would take to satisfy the man, I tried not to focus on the whipping as it began again. One, two, three-the leather fell upon my bottom. Tears fell from my eyes as I ran my tongue along the length of Donald's shaft. Four, five, six-the whipping continued as my whimpers blended with the sounds of ragged breaths and moaning. Seven, eight, nine-I cried around the cock that thrust to the farthest parts of my throat. Ten, eleven, twelve-I howled from my inner core, still sucking with all my might. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen-I pleased, while I suffered. Donald looked toward the roof of the cave with his eyes closed, while Darius delivered the discipline.I continued to move my mouth up and down his salty shaft as I watched the intense pleasure blanket his face.

Slowly his eyes opened and he looked down upon me. With a gentle touch-a complete contrast to what was occurring with Darius-Donald swiped at a falling tear with his rough thumb.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked in a much less severe and stern voice than before.

I nodded but didn't dare stop sucking him as he had ordered. Just as I was about to pull my mouth away and plead for mercy, Donald said, "Come sit on my lap now."

To help me rise, Donald reached for my hair and yanked me up. I stood on wobbly legs, grateful to avoid any further whipping. Donald guided me onto his lap with my back to his chest. Lifting me slightly, he positioned his cock to my opening.

"Oh, you are nice and wet for me," he nearly growled. "All the tears and whimpers were a guise, I see. My little sacrifice clearly liked every second of that lashing."

I shook my head as I made eye contact with Darius who still stood where he had been while whipping me. I protested the fact, but the ease with which Donald's cock slid into me revealed I was indeed wet. The moan escaping my mouth caused by my intense pleasure as he buried his cock deep within me also gave away how tantalizing the entire act of discipline by two men truly was.

Yes, I was possessed by the dark force. It was the only explanation.

"Ride me, little Red Rose."

With Donald's hands on my hips aiding me in my up-and-down motions, I bobbed on his cock with my body like I had just done with my mouth. Pulling out just enough to then push his thickness back in with the weight of my body, I mewled in wicked delight. The other men watched as I took my ride on Donald's lap. Their eyes stood out with the light of the fire shining bright. I couldn't hold back the feelings, the hunger, and the sinful lust that sent bolts of fire from every inch of my skin to my core. My pussy contracted around his cock as I cried out.

"That's right, Red Rose. Cum for me. Allow that pleasure to rock your body. Coat my shaft with your juices."

I didn't need his command to obey. My body acted on feeling alone. Just as a deep, powerful wave of energy vibrated through my pussy, I heard Donald release a low, primal groan that blended with my sounds of completion. Donald pulled me back enough that he could nibble on my neck, his deep breathing tickling the hairs around my ear.

He whispered, "You are far more powerful than any dark force the villagers fear. With that simple act, you nearly slayed me, Red Rose."

He released a deep breath and turned his nibbles into soft kisses. "Slayed me far more than any sword could do."

Donald held me in his arms by the fire, feeding me the berries I had refused to eat earlier one by one. In what truly was an act of kindness, Donald had first placed a berry in his mouth and ate one before he had expected me to. The fierce intensity of the amber in his eyes had dissipated as he had done so. I no longer saw the animalistic nature of before, but instead saw a protective and nurturing one. The other men went about their business around camp as they had once done, but Donald had remained with me, offering his warmth and affection. The polar opposite in actions had my mind spinning, yet I was not going to argue or resist in any way. Not because I was afraid of what would happen if I did so, but because I truly was enjoying every minute of his time. It was Glenn who eventually broke my spell of comforting delight. "Men," he said harshly.

Donald's body tensed, and his fingers dropped the berry that he was about to put into my mouth. I could hear and feel him inhale deeply. I could see all the men stop what they were doing and lift their noses to the air, all smelling the cool forest air. I sat upright, tense as well, but couldn't smell or see anything. The only thing I did notice was that the sounds of the forest ceased. An eerie silence took hold, and I knew what that meant. It could only mean one thing. The calm before the worst kind of storm.

"It's coming," Elias announced. "I can smell it...The dark force is near."

"The village. The dark force is going to attack the village now," Daniel added.

All the men turned to look at me as Donald quickly rose to standing. He picked me up before I could even process what truly was happening and carried me into the depths of the cave. "You stay here," he ordered. "You'll be safe here. But no matter what, do not leave this spot. Do you hear me? Do not leave this spot."

He didn't wait for a response but turned and joined the others instead. In an instant, I was left alone in an empty cave with only the howls of the wolves in the distance. Running to the entrance of the cave, I frantically searched for any signs of the men. There was no trace of them, not that I truly expected there would be. In the short time it had taken for me to reach the mouth of the cave, they were gone. Reaching for my clothing and dressing as quickly as I could, I tried not to overthink what I was about to do. Yes, I should stay like Donald ordered. Breaking his order would surely lead to punishment, but...No! I should run.

This was my time to escape. They were all gone, and I could safely be out of reach before they returned but...but I couldn't just leave. Was it the dark force pulling me toward them? Was this a trap that would end in my death? Whatever the answer was, I couldn't resist running full speed toward the sounds of the howls, the growling, and the high-pitched hissing sound that I remembered to be that belonging to the dark force when it came close to the village. I could hear the men so well. Why could I hear them so well? The shrill call of the dark force soon was joined by the warning bells of my nearby village. I didn't have to be in the belly of the town square to know that everyone was scattering to seek shelter.

A call to arms was not needed, for we all knew the only ones who could beat the dark force were the wolves. All we could do was hide and weather the storm until the piercing sound of evil and the howls of the wolves vanished. Just before reaching a large clearing, I froze as I saw the men...the wolves. They had all changed into the wolves the villagers spoke of-the wolves I had originally expected to see-but the wolves I had yet to see. They had become beasts with thick fur coats, claws, fangs, muscled flanks, and those fierce amber eyes I had grown to almost understand in each one of them. They all were already in full battle against a dense, black, fog-like element laced with an evil green. A foul stench burned my nostrils and made my eyes water, but that was nothing compared to the sharp screams of the darkness that forced me to cover my ears in protection. The hissing grew even louder as it seemed the wolves were winning the battle with their large paws clawing at the thick black swirling vapor. With every bite from the wolves' massive jaws or slice with their sharp claws, the blackness pierced the sky with the most wretched sound imaginable.

I didn't exactly know what I was expecting I would be able to do once finding the wolves and the dark force. I had nothing to fight with, and even if I did have a blade or a spear, the dark force appeared to be unstoppable by the makings of man. No...only the wolves had the power to fight off this malevolent presence. In the thickest part of the black smoke, the green shone brightly. I could see that the wolves were making their way to the center of it with a ferocious determination. They would be victorious. I could see this. I could hear this. I could feel it with my entire being. These savage beasts holding me against my will were also my saviors. They were protecting the village as they had always done for years. They were creatures of duty and honor, and seeing it right before my eyes was breathtaking. It wasn't without effort that they were winning; the dark force swiped and knocked the wolves to the ground many times. Growls turned to yelps at times, but not one of the wolves stayed down. With grit and determination, they always rose and even would limp back toward the center of the green illumination within the black mist. My heart broke with every painful blow they encountered from this mythical evil opponent.

I cried against my hand as I watched them be flung against the trunks of trees, or picked up high in the sky to then be dropped to the hard ground below. But each time, the wolf would stand. Each time, the wolf would shake off the assault and attack again. These wolves risked everything for a village they no longer belonged to. To one, they were sacrificing their entire beings and bodies to keep the dark force away.

Finally, the hissing stopped, the stench dissipated, and the black smoke turned to a fine mist and faded back into the depths of the forest. The dark force was no more. All that remained were five wolves who looked toward the sky and howled cries of victory. I was so captivated by this display of raw beauty that I didn't try to run when all sets of amber eyes turned to stare at me. Instead, I took the time to look each of them in the eyes and gave my silent thank you. If only they could feel the immense gratitude I had for them at that very moment. If only they could hear how hard my heart beat for them. If only I could show them how forever in debt I felt.

I marched to what very well could be my death with five naked men. Men who, just moments ago, had been wolves. I had defied them. Defied their order once again. I knew what happened when I angered them. I knew what they did to me, and yet...I still walked quietly back to the camp with them without the slightest urge to run for my life. They still hadn't told me what they were going to do to me. My future was still unknown, and yet for some reason, I had no fear of these warriors I had just watched save hundreds of innocent lives. I possessed only admiration and the desire to remain their sacrifice as The Selection had intended I became.

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