Pursued by the Pack

by Lacy Dae

  “Sorry, pup, you’re ours now! We’ve been needing another bitch, ever since the … incident.” He headed towards me and I kept backing up until I yelped, hitting the cavern wall. “You’ll be nice to us, too. We don’t want another incident, do we?” he murmured, the threat clear in his tone. I protested, anyway.

  “B-but I’m not in your pack. I-I can’t feel you in my head, not like the others!” Surely that meant something special to the werewolves, it must be a link between pack-mates. I couldn’t be part of his pack without it, right?

  “Oh, that? Don’t you worry about that old thing. The pack bond isn’t permanent. It’s renewed once a month, every full moon. Whoever you’re with then, you’ll bond with, nice and tight. Plus” and he paused to wrap his huge fist in my hair, forcing my head back to expose my throat, “I can make you feel me if I want to.”

  With his touch against my skin, I could indeed feel him, his mental presence an oily filth, roiling with violent lust, hatred and selfishness. He was crazy, a sociopath who felt no remorse, and his emotions were foul, slimy and vile. He forced them deep into my thoughts, a mental violation that I was helpless to resist. I retched, swallowing hard as our thoughts merged, feeling polluted by his touch. He pulled back slightly, then, with a satisfied smirk on his lips. “See? So that’s something to look forward to!”

  I panicked and painfully tore free from him, leaving a clump of tangled hair in his fist and running for the cave entrance. He laughed and called out behind me, “Catch her, boys!” The other wolves had transformed into men, all lean and ragged looking, with a haunting emptiness in their eyes. Blinded by fear, I nearly ran straight into the tallest man, and tried to dodge him at the last second. He caught my arm and swung me around, until he could grab my other wrist and pull my arms painfully up behind my back. I screamed and fought, doing my best to kick and bite at anyone I could reach, desperate to escape. Then a hard fist swung into my jaw, and merciful darkness descended.

  My next wakening was far less pleasant than the last. I was lying down, gagged and naked, with my wrists and ankles tied to an old wooden bed in a rough log-cabin. A cold wind blew the gaps between the logs, and I shivered, goose-bumps breaking out across my body. I was alone in the room, which also included a table and chairs and an old iron stove. The rough blanket underneath scratched at my bare skin, and hot tears crossed my faces as I struggled to free my wrists from the bristly ropes binding me.

  The door creaked open, and I froze, staring at it like a deer in the headlights. The huge pack leader stood framed in the doorway for a second, and then sauntered in, with a slow, appreciative whistle. Behind him, the darkness of the doorway filled with the lean shapes of the other men, waiting for his permission to enter the cabin. “Well, you sure do clean up nice!” My attention jerked back to the pack leader, who approached the bed, then ran a lazy finger down my ribs and circled my belly-button. I whimpered through the gag, and shuddered as his hand ran up to my breast, tweaking the nipple, which was hard in the cold air of the cabin. “Look, she likes me!” I shook my head hard, in fear and disgust, the rough ropes painfully abrading the skin of my wrists and ankles as I yanked helplessly against them. “Well, maybe not.”

  He gestured over to one of the other werewolves, a thin young man with a lean face and bright blue eyes. His sloped shoulders and bowed head showed his pack status as clear as a tattoo: beta wolf. “Make her want me.” The alpha commanded the beta, who nodded in mute acceptance, and touched my arm just below the rope around my wrist. I stared at him in confusion. Could they do that?

  His mental touch brushed against my mind, gentle and timid, full of regret and fear. His thoughts held a clean desire for my body, his need untouched by any violence or threats, as well as longing to bond with me, to have me a part of his pack. His gentle mental touch soothed the foul emotions the pack leader had forced into my mind earlier, and I closed my eyes to focus on his warm presence, accepting him into my mind. A soft pleasure began to fill me then, a sensual warmth that flushed my skin and made the pain in my limbs fade away. His mental touch coaxed me, playful and flirting, and I followed where it led, into a rosy pool of desire and need deep inside of me. I moaned and arched my back, lifting my hips from the bed, my pussy moistening as pleasure spread through me.

  Someone untied my ankles, then, and pulled my legs apart, kneeling between them. Surprised, I opened my eyes, and to my horror saw the broad face and beady eyes of the pack leader. I squealed and tried to close my legs, a muffled protest making it through the gag. “Now, now, girlie, you can either go along with Fuck-face here and it’ll feel good, or not. Your choice. Either way, I’m fucking you hard!” I searched his eyes for some shred of mercy but only saw utter indifference for me and lust for my body. As the broad head of his cock probed at my pussy, I turned my face away and closed my eyes. Better the beautiful dream than the harsh reality.

  The warm pleasure in my mind lifted me and then sharpened as a hard cock sank deep into my tight pussy. My legs were lifted high onto the shoulders of the man in front of me, who I resolutely refused to visualize in my mind. He fucked me hard and roughly, moaning and groaning above me, and I floated above it all on a warm cloud of pleasure, clinging to the touch of the beta’s mind to shut out the physical world. Despite myself, a tension began to build in me as the huge cock roughly thrust against my g-spot, deep inside my pussy, and I almost cried out when it suddenly stopped, as the alpha moaned and jerked above me, spraying his cum into my throbbing cunt. “There, was that so bad? You be a good girl now, and maybe we’ll untie your wrists.” The smug satisfaction in his voice enraged me, but I shoved it down hard, trying to bury myself in the mental touch of the beta male.

  Climbing off of me, the big man wiped a hand across his sweating forehead, and smeared it down my face, surprising a disgusted grunt from me as my eyes opened reflexively. He grinned at me and then jerked a thumb at the other two wolves right outside the door. “Their turn next, and then Fuck-face for being such a big help! And then I’ll be back.” With a pointed swagger, he turned and headed for the door. I felt a flicker of helpless rage from the beta, then, but by the time I met his blue eyes it was gone, and only obedience showed in his face. Glancing down, I couldn’t help notice that he was nude and seemed painfully aroused, his cock swollen and standing at attention. His free hand was wrapped around it, rubbing gently, the source of the pleasure he’d shared with me.

  The other two wolves approached, both naked and eager for their ‘turn’. One was very tall, with a lean build and dark hair, the one who’d caught me when I had tried to run, while the other was of more normal height, with long tangled blond hair. “We’ll need to flip her over. I wanna fuck that ass hard.” That was the blonde, leering at me and rubbing his hard cock in one dirty hand.

  “Fine by me. Let me lay down under her and we can fuck her together.” The tall one reached over my head to untie my wrists, pushing the beta’s hand away with a sneer. “We don’t need your help, Fuck-face. Go outside and wait your turn.” The threat in his voice was clear, and regret showed in the beta’s face as he glanced down at me, before turning and leaving the cabin.

  With my hands free, I quickly pulled the gag from my mouth, and began to plead. “C’mon, guys, you don’t want to do this. You know this is not right. Please help me!”

  “Shut up, bitch! You’re ours now, so you’re gonna do what we tell you.” The blonde drew his hand back threateningly, and I cringed. The two men stood next to each other, looking down on me with lust-filled gazes, focusing on my tits and crotch and avoiding my eyes.

  I shuddered, clenching my fists and considering my options. I had no allies, only the vaguest idea of where I was, and no hope of escape by myself against four werewolves. I needed to get as many of them on my side as possible. While these two seemed corrupted by their alpha’s loathsome personality, the way they avoided my gaze suggested their consciences were bothering them. Forcing myself to relax, I licked my lips, and watched their faces brighten. Th
ey wanted me to accept them, to like them, and that gave me power.

  “Well, then I’d better make the most of it.” I rose to my knees on the bed, and reached out, wrapping one hand around each of their hard cocks. With that contact, I could feel their mental touches against me, a confused jumble of fear, guilt and lust. I soothed them, offering the comforting warmth of acceptance to their minds, and clean pleasure, not tainted by fear or pain. They relaxed in front of me, subconsciously accepting my authority over them.

  Leaning forward, I started with the blonde, since he seemed the more dominant of the pair. I licked at the head of his rigid cock, tasting his pre-cum. Rubbing both cocks with my hands, I swept my thumbs at the sensitive spot under the heads, where the glans meets the shaft. The two men groaned and crowded forward, nearly kneeling on the bed in their lust. I alternated between their hard cocks, licking and teasing, until they pushed me back.

  “Let me lay down.” The tall one asked, and I nodded, standing so he could lie down underneath me, his long hard dick jutting proudly upwards. I turned and knelt facing him, rubbing the wet folds of my pussy along the length of his cock. He groaned and pushed with his hips, trying to sink his shaft into my hot pussy. I teased him that way for a few moments, letting him feel the slippery heat of me while denying entrance, as the blonde watched us both with lust-filled eyes. Finally, the wolf under me grabbed my hips tightly and yanked me down, sinking his cock deep into me in one long hard rush. I gasped as he filled me, stretching the tight entrance to my body, and painfully bumping into my cervix. He paused with a furrowed brow, and I sent a mental reassurance to him.

  The blonde had gotten tired of waiting and climbed on the bed behind me, kneeling between my legs. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and exposing the tight ring of my asshole. Then a slippery finger pressed against it, and I moaned as it pressed slowly inside. Rocking gently on the cock in my pussy, I pushed further back onto the probing finger with each sway, until it was in as far as it could go. “God, you’re tight,” the blonde muttered against my hair, flexing his finger deep in my ass. A second finger joined the first, stretching that tender ring, and I moaned as I felt them rubbing up against the cock in my pussy, separated only by the thin membrane inside me.

  Then the fingers were pulled away, and the large head of his cock pressed against the sensitive skin of my asshole. I tried to relax and allow it into my body, but the painful stretching of my asshole made me tighten involuntarily. The blonde paused, and then pushed his sheer pleasure into my mind, flooding me with the sensation of my hot tight ass squeezing his cock hard. I reached down and rubbed my clit and the combined waves of pleasure helped me relax, until he could slip his cock fully into my throbbing ass. Both men began to thrust with long, slow, hard strokes, in rhythm with each other, both cocks pulling out and then shoving in at the same time, filling me completely. I moaned and squirmed, caught between them as they slowly fucked me, each hard stroke in my pussy and ass twisting the orgasmic tension building in me.

  The mental touches between us strengthened as they fucked me, until we moaned together, bound by shared pleasure. The wolves picked up speed, sliding their rigid dicks into my pussy and ass harder and faster, each thrust squeezing my g-spot and sending a pulse of pleasure through me. The tension built and built, then suddenly, with one last hard thrust, released in tsunami of pleasure roaring through my body. I screamed and convulsed between them, the strength of my orgasm sweeping through their minds too, making them gasp and jerk as their twitching cocks deep in me dumped their hot loads into my pussy and ass.

  We collapsed there, minds and limbs entwined, and in the silence, I projected my plea for help into their open minds. They felt my revulsion for the psychotic alpha wolf, my need to find my missing pack-mates, and the desire to form a new, larger pack. Help me escape and come with me, my thoughts whispered into their minds. I tempted and teased them, linking them to the memories the other wolves had given me, of the satisfaction of the hunt and the comfort of a healthy pack. For a second, I felt them hesitate and start to wonder…

  But then a rush of terror ran through both wolves and they shook their heads in violent denial, shoving my mental touch away. Their minds shuddered together in utter rejection of any possibility of escape, and their fear and rage resounded through the mental link. Yanking their cocks from my aching body, they snarled and got off from the bed, slapping my hands away when I tried to touch them again.

  As I lost physical contact with them, the mental touch faded into silence, and I was left alone with my thoughts. The tall man re-tied my wrists to the bedposts, ignoring my struggles. “Don’t even think it, bitch. He’ll find out and when he does…” the blonde left the threat incomplete. I shuddered and wept as he put his hand on my face and shoved another memory into my mind, of a blonde girl left bleeding on the ground, eyes open and staring. Leaving me tied to the bed, they headed for the door, shouting for the beta to return. “Fuck-face! Your turn, but watch yourself around this bitch. She’s sneaky.”

  “Just tell me… when is the next full moon?” I asked their backs as they left the cabin, my voice broken and hopeless. The tall, dark-haired wolf paused and looked over his shoulder at me, something like regret in his eyes. “Tomorrow night. Don’t worry, after the bond is in place, nothing much will bother you… you’ll feel what the alpha wants you to feel.” With that last attempt at comfort, he left, and the lean, blue-eyed wolf returned to stand near the bed.

  I curled my knees to my chest and looked away from him. He was useless, the weakest member of this demented pack, and I was never going to be able to get away. The longing I suddenly felt for the dark-skinned wolf and his scarred pack-mate suddenly overcame me, and I cried, quietly into the pillow, unable even to wipe the tears away. I hadn’t known them for very long, and they’d attacked me and killed Rick, but I missed their mental touch fiercely, recalling the acceptance, desire and respect they’d shown me. They had wanted us to be a family, while to these sick wolves I was just a toy. I almost imagined that I could feel them still, a faint distant flicker of fear, worry and determination. But I was just fooling myself, they were gone and I would never see them again.

  I felt a sudden touch on my wrist, and the beta male’s thoughts flooded into my mind through that contact. I jerked in surprise as his emotions swept through me. Lust was there, and the desire for a healthy pack, but also rage and hatred for his alpha, and contempt for the other two wolves. Our separate desires to escape overlapped and became one, a need for freedom that surged with every breath we took in captivity. I turned to stare at him, and he met my gaze without hesitation, his blue eyes bright with fear and anger. “Help me,” I breathed, “and you can join our pack and be free.”

  A sudden knock on the door startled us both, and he jerked his hand from my arm, breaking the mental contact between us. “You done in there, Fuck-face? Or do you need a real man to show you how?” A coarse guffaw accompanied this wit, as the burly alpha poked his head in the door. “Godamnit, you haven’t even started? Either fuck her or get out, asshole! I’m waiting!”

  He glared at the beta wolf, whose earlier enthusiasm had rather obviously wilted. “Fuck her like a man or I’ll kill you.” He was deadly serious, from the tone of his voice. Fucking me, especially against my will, would cement the pack together, increasing the bond between the werewolves with blood and violence, like a gang initiation. Refusal would mean rejecting the pack, and this psychotic alpha would not allow anyone to do that, not and live. The beta male turned back towards me, and I tried to let him know without words that it was okay, that I understood. By the self-hatred on his face, he didn’t get the message.

  With his crazy alpha looking on, he couldn’t be sweet with me. He grabbed my hair and turned my face towards him, then shoved his cock against my mouth. I cooperated, parting my lips and sucking that tender flesh into my hot wet mouth. He wasn’t very hard, at first, but I fixed that quickly as I swirled my tongue up and down his velvety skin, ta
sting his pre-cum and feeling him swell, growing long and firm against my tongue. He reached down and forced two hard fingers into my wet pussy, pushing them deep inside me and feeling the tightness of my sheath. The alpha grunted in satisfaction, and then leaned against the wall, near the door. He obviously was staying for the whole show.

  I sucked hard the cock in my mouth, taking it as deep as I could, until the swollen head brushed the back of my throat and made me gag. Then the beta wolf pulled his cock from between my lips and untied my hands. “I want her doggy style.” He growled in a surprisingly low voice, when the alpha asked him what the hell he was doing. He flipped me over, onto my knees, and I grabbed the headboard to keep my balance. From there, I could see out of the narrow window above the bed, into the dark shadows of the forest at night. To my surprise, I thought I saw a couple of darting shadows among the trunks, moving closer to the cabin with each stealthy pass. Was that…?

  I was distracted then by the feel of the beta’s hard cock pushing against the wet entrance to my pussy. I gasped as he plunged it into me, sinking his large cock fully into me with one rough stroke. He paused there for a moment, and suddenly I could feel his mental touch, a brief flash that cautioned patience. Then it was gone again. “What was…?” the alpha started to say, his thought interrupted as I shrieked when the beta male grabbed my hair and pulled my head painfully back. “Hell, yeah, boy, ride that bitch hard!”

  With his grip in my hair, the beta male forced me back against him, his cock bumping at my g-spot with each thrust. I moaned and cried out, loudly. I’d understood his message: we were putting on a show to distract the alpha. My pack-mates were in the woods, planning a rescue. With that in mind, I ground my hips back against the beta, feeling his cock twitch in me as I clenched my pussy muscles around him. He groaned in response, and then shoved me forward, nearly slamming me into the headboard. We fucked hard, shoving each other back and forth and making the bed creak and groan under us. The alpha really got into it to, shouting advice and urging the beta male on. “Yeah! Slap her ass! Fuck that bitch good!”