“What do we do to thieves?
“We punish them”
Goldilocks has ventured deep into the woods. She knows the rumours, the stories of those more beast than man, shape shifters and cannibals alike, but still her curiosity presses her on. She soon comes across a small cottage where everything is mismatched, but there is food on the table to satisfy her belly and a bed to rest her weary head.

When she wakes, Goldilocks comes face to face with the mysterious inhabitants of the house. They do not take kindly to a theif, even one as pretty as the innocent girl before them. It is agreed. She must be punished, taken until she is begging for more, bound, gagged and dripping wet. Will she survive their dark desires, or will she find herself at the mercy of their more primal intent?

Please note: This dark retelling of Goldilocks contains themes of strong bondage, defloration, slavery, multiple penetration, spanking, gagging, A2M and more. It is strictly for fans of hardcore erotica only.

All characters over 18 and not related by blood.

From the top 100, best-selling author of the controversial Cruel Devices series, J D Cirque.

EXCERPT
The creatures begin to shrink before my eyes, their bear-like bodies slowly morphing and transforming into human form.
My mouth is open. It cannot be real.
But it is, because before me stand three men of different statues – Big, Little, Middle.
They’re naked, their members hanging between their legs and more than one beginning to lift at the sight of me.
I blush, stepping backwards until I press against the wall, my cape slipping from my shoulders into a bloody puddle around my shoes.
The oldest of them, a towering brute, comes forward.
So this is what a shape shifter looks like.
I try to remain fearless, but even in human form the Big One is intimidating.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Eighteen winters,” I reply, my hands growing increasingly restless, the urge to flee strong, but I know I’d never reach the door before I was mauled.
The Big One smiles, stepping closer with all the stealth of the bear form he just left behind.
“Are you a untouched, little one?”
I have to answer. “Y-yes.”
Why would he want to know that? And then it dawns upon me…