I don't know how long I knelt on that stone slab with the dog's knot firmly inside me. What hurt more than the actual pain was the humiliation. He just stood there watching.
Finally I felt the dog pull away, his member and sperm leaving my cunt. Our owner just pointed and the dog jumped down. Without a word he left the room, the dog at his side, wagging his long tail. I was alone, the dog's cum dripping from my stretched cunt.
Would there be more? Another dog? Would he fuck me? Do other things? It was hard to think clearly as the thoughts raced through my head. So many things I did not understand. The dog was trained. That seemed a fact. The man not showing any emotion at the sight another. So what had been the point?
I raised my head and looked around. No sign of surveillance. Just as I was trying to shift my legs to ease the pain in my knees the man came back. He was alone.
“No point in trying to free yourself.” I opened my mouth to protest, that I wasn't doing such a thing, but I thought better of it and murmured “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled down on me. “You'll only hurt yourself if you try.” I nodded. He was so close now, mustering me. Without warning his hand was between my legs, his fingers probing. I flinched, just couldn't help it. With a soft laugh he withdrew and opened the cuffs. “Get up.”
Slowly I got up, stiff and sore. Feeling the dogs cum running down my leg I shuddered. All I wanted was a shower, a long hot shower. Maybe I would feel better afterwards. My legs trembled a bit as I got down from the pedestal. I looked at him and he nodded.
“Come on.”
I followed him back in the tunnel. Left again, not back to where we had come from. We passed two more doors on either side. I was wondering what would come next.
He stopped and opened a door. The room was small, white tiles on the walls and floor. A Shower, I realised with a sudden delight. Slowly I stepped inside, my bare feet making next to no sound. The sound of his shoes as he followed me echoed in the small room.
On the opposite wall was shower, a drain in the floor under it. “Clean yourself.” I nodded and looked around. No soap, no shampoo or anything, just a towel on a bar near the door.
“Eh,” even though there were no hidden corners I looked around again. “Could I use the toilet first?”
He chuckled. Even that sound echoed around the shower chamber. “You can piss in the shower, or squat down on the drain if you like.”
I took a deep breath, felt myself blush. No privacy. For fuck's sake, he had just watched me getting humped by his dog, how embarrassing could peeing in front of him be after that?
Very, I realised as I turned the water on. He leaned against the door, watching again.
I reached out, felt the water on my hand. As the temperature was to my liking I took the shower-head down turned my back towards him and started to clean myself. I really needed to pee and the warm water – and the sound of running water – wasn't helping at all.
Closing my eyes that I would not have to see the yellow stream of piss in the water I let go. Warm as the water it was running down my leg. It felt like forever, even though it couldn't have been long. I knew that he was watching me. I did not know what was going to come. At least it seemed okay that I had turned away. Thank heavens for small favours. With my eyes closed I finished cleaning my crotch from the dog's cum and my piss.
“That's enough.”
I thought I heard some kind of satisfaction in his voice but I wasn't sure. Quickly I turned the water off and replaced the shower-head. When I crossed the room and reached for the towel I half expected him to stop me, to touch me. But he did nothing.
After I had dried myself he led me back. Back through the tunnel, back up the stairs through the trapdoor, back to the small bungalow.
“Eat, get some rest. I will be back this evening.” He closed the trapdoor and left through the front door. I was left on my own, confused, bewildered.
Slowly I made my way to the kitchen. Someone must have been here, there was a plate of food on the table. Some chicken, veg and potatoes, still warm and smelling like heaven. I felt my mouth water and sat down.
The food was comforting. The whole morning had seemed surreal. Suddenly I started to laugh.
Somewhere deep down I knew that this was just a way of coping. Like cracking jokes when you had just survived and where still picking bits of your mates up from the ground. But I laughed nonetheless until the tears were starting to run down my face. Tears I would not cry otherwise.
After having eaten I went into the living room, idly browsing the bookshelves. A broad ***********ion, romance, fantasy, sci-fi, some classics. I made sure to stay clear of the romance section, closed my eyes and picked at random. There would be plenty of time to read all of them. Curled up on the comfy sofa I started to read.
The sun was setting when I heard the front door open and close. He was back.
I got up, marked my place in the book and placed it on the table. He was smiling, went straight over to the trapdoor. “Come on.”
Again I followed him. Again we entered that room. Again he ordered me to get on the pedestal. The room was dim, no lights were lit and the light outside was fading. I felt the warmth of his body as he fastened the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. His warm fingers reached for my crotch. Why did he do that? Lube would be so much easier. Didn't his dogs like it? Not a good time to ask.
But the thoughts lingered on while his fingers were stroking me, probing.
“Relax, it will happen anyway.” His mouth was near my ear. I felt his breath on my neck, brushing a strand of my long ginger hair aside. But it was hard. Even though he was experienced and his hands touched me in all the right places. He continued, his fingers circling my clit, after some time fucking me. He pushed his finger in, deep and slow. This felt good. I moaned and tried to push against his finger.
As soon as I had reached this point he withdrew, left me. I groaned, frustrated. He would get the dog again. “Fuck”, I muttered after the door had closed behind him. It was getting darker and darker. Daylight was fading fast.
So I waited, tried to prepare myself for what was about to come. The door opened again and I heard his footsteps and the unmistakable sound of dogs claws clicking on the floor. As I turned my head I drew in a sharp breath. This was another dog. Bigger. The coat of the Great Dane was a light grey and nearly shone in the last light. That might hurt. I shuddered.
“Mount.” The dog followed the command without even pausing to sniff my crotch. I closed my eyes as I felt his warmth. He started humping, found the entrance to my wet cunt on his first thrust, buried himself deeper on the second.
The man walked around, his footsteps stopped right in front of me. “Try to enjoy it.”
I nearly laughed out loud. His big dog was fucking me, would be knotting – hurting – me and he just told me to enjoy it.
And it hurt already. It was fast, not in the least what I was used to. The dog was panting down my neck. Not long after I felt the dog pounding even more frantic. He was growing inside me. The inevitable happened. He knotted as he came deep inside me. I felt his fast heartbeat, heard him whimper.
“Good boy.” I felt movement next to me. The man was patting his dog.
Would this be my life from now on? Being fucked by dogs for whatever reason? I tried to silence my thoughts, waited.
I breathed a sigh of relieve as the dog finally pulled away. The sound of the man's steps faded, died down. Maybe I could at least learn to tolerate it more. But why was he doing it?
The sound of the door interrupted my thoughts and I opened my eyes again. I could just make out the silhouette of a man coming towards me. Something was odd. I did not hear the sound of his shoes. So he had taken his shoes of. And his clothes I realised as the moonlight suddenly filled the room.
Slowly he came towards me. I had time to take in nearly every detail. Tall, athletic and he moved with a natural ease. His body was as hairy as mine was hairless, dark hairs covering his arms and legs, his breast. His cock, one of the biggest I had seen so far stood erect from a nest of curly black hair. I swallowed. “Is this the time to tell you that I have very little experience with anal and I am not sure if I can swallow that one?” I tried to joke and he laughed. It was a warm laugh and I felt somehow comforted.
“Don't worry about that.” He smiled and I saw his white teeth glistening in the light. One more step brought him right into the pillar of moonlight in front of me and he groaned.
I watched in horror as his body seemed to change. He grew, expanded. The hair on his body grew to cover him completely. Hands became claws, ears crept up at the side of his skull, his face a grimace of pain as his muzzle grew.
I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be true. What did I drink last night to have such a fucked up nightmare?
I tried to wake up, get away from this nightmare, this monster. But the pain in my wrists and ankles as I strained against the cuffs showed me that this was really happening.
Panic rose inside me, flooded my body with adrenaline. His change was complete. Panting the two metre werewolf towered over my trembling body. Black fur covered him, his fangs shone bright. I could not stand the sight of him and lowered my gaze.
Which I regretted. Now I understood. His cock was shaped as a dogs, but bigger, even bigger as it had been before.
He dropped down, his hands – paws- on the slab his feet still on the ground. Sniffing he circled me. Clearly he must be able to smell my fear, my panic. Just as the first dog had done he paused to sniff my crotch. Then I felt his tongue lash out and flinched. It was long and wet and he licked right across my crotch.
His fur brushed my ass and back as he came over me. Slowly his member slid between my still parted pussy lips. I gasped in horror, closed my eyes. Deeper and deeper he pushed, filling me, stretching my cunt.
He started to fuck me. Just like his dogs had humped me. And unlike his dogs at the same time. His paws closed over my tits, kneaded them, twisted the nipples. I moaned in pain. It hurt. It would have been worse if his dog had not widened me first I assumed.
Maybe it would not take long. If only. My hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into my palms. This was surreal. Getting fucked by a werewolf. After his dogs had fucked me.
Panting he fucked me. Again and again he buried his dick inside me. I felt his hot breath on my back, heard his low satisfied growl. And the knot began to swell.
'You can scream if you want,' I remembered his words but no sound escaped my dry throat. Bigger and bigger he grew inside me, his balls hitting me every time. A vision of my crotch, covered in blood and cum, flashed before my eyes and I whimpered.
With a last deep push and another deep growl he came inside me and was still.
I dared not to move. His body covered me like a warm fluffy blanket. The smell of sex and animal filled my nostrils.
Despite the warmth I shuddered. I was being owned by a werewolf.
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