This feeling was familiar. Usually it clung to her after waking up from strange dreams she dared to tell no one about, absolutely no one, not even Kiana. Dreams like the one she had, when she woke up in the car earlier, usually, when they continued. When one of the wolves she ran with caught her, brawled with her, and then fucked her.
Liala felt her cheeks burn as she couldn’t tear her glare away from the wolf that stared at her, hungrily. But she was grateful for being captured by his eyes, because she knew her glance would stray where they shouldn’t.
FML. I am a sick, sick person.
Even though Liala was spared from the embarrassment of being caught staring at the big black werewolf’s trunk, she was incapable of stopping her thoughts from roaming into the secret, dark corners of her mind. She had believed that these dreams were nothing but metaphors as she usually had them during nights after an anxiety attack, because it made perfect sense. Being hunted by wolves, which were free, and strong, and beautiful, and her desire to become just like them, finally embracing a hidden part of her. Just the sex part wasn’t that easy to explain. But now, now a huge werewolf was staring at her in a way, Liala was sure wasn’t a hunger to sink his teeth into her flesh and tear her to shreds. No, she was pretty damn sure that he wanted to fuck her.
And as if her assumption was correct, he didn’t move, didn’t even flinch as six of the nine werewolves suddenly jumped into action and headed after Brenna. All of them easily jumped over the bush that had taken the woman several minutes to overcome, but the big black werewolf kept staring at her.
The only other two wolves staying behind were the alfa and a smaller, slenderer dark brown werewolf, and Liala was certain that she was a female. The way she moved and especially the way the alfa acted around her, staying close by her side, continuously looking back at her.
Or is this the alfa? Can it be? A female alfa? And he is just her mate?
Only then she noticed that she finally had been able to pry her gaze from the one whose interest she had caught. And on top of that, she had calmed down a little. Liala’s body didn’t hurt as much anymore, and she didn’t feel hot either, only where Kiana was clinging to her. Instinctively, she gently brushed over her cousin’s hair, feeling the need to promise her that she wouldn’t get hurt. She wouldn’t believe her own words while hearing the loud and alerting noises of werewolves racing through the underbrush, chasing their prey. Liala didn’t want to speak a promise she wasn’t sure she could keep either, and yet she felt an all-consuming need.
I’ll protect you. I will do whatever I can to get you out of here unharmed. I promise. I have to. Benjy and dad will need someone…. Why am I thinking that?
A high-pitched scream tore through the forest and Liala just knew, everyone knew, they had caught Brenna.
That was unsurprisingly fast.
The remaining werewolves, just as her, harkened into the night, trying to catch more noises. Liala didn’t know what she was listening for. Fighting noises? Perhaps the same gory sounds and the scenes that had happened maybe just an hour before this? Her imagination didn’t pull the punches, so she shook her head and turned her head to stare at the fire, watching it dance.
5 – Senseless
Liala didn’t hear anything for maybe a minute and then she was absolutely certain that she was able to hear Brenna protest and struggle and the wolves walking.
They’re not raping or killing her?
Hope sprouted inside of her, but a part of her knew that them being simply released was silly and stupid. They had killed her uncle, her cousin Jason and his friend Liam for all they knew, and injured Rick, and wounded her dad.
Only a few moments later, or so it seemed, the werewolves returned to the same spot from where they had left. The twin that had been shot was the one carrying a slightly struggling Brenna over his shoulder and let her drop to the ground, as if he couldn’t care less if she got hurt.
To Liala’s disbelieve, the woman was actually pouting. She obviously believed that the false hope was real. Even worse, as soon as Brenna had sat up, her unfiltered, hateful glare reached Liala.
But that didn’t last long.
The other twin reached down, grabbed Brenna by the throat and lifted her up, so that her tiptoes couldn’t even touch the ground. Her hands instinctively started to claw at the werewolf’s iron grip, but everyone knew it was futile. One step and Brenna was pressed against the tree trunk behind her. She tried to protest and kick as she grabbed the lower arm of the clawed hand that held her, but the limping twin didn’t care; he had had more pain than little, bare, human feet nudging him. After all he was limping because Liala drove her dad’s car into him.
After a few moments of struggling, Brenna’s strength diminished and all she could do was squeal, only to be silenced quickly: Obviously, because the limping one was squeezing her throat, his claws pinching her skin. Liala inhaled sharply as the sound of ripping fabric shot through the dusking forest.
They’re not finished with her…
They had torn Brenna’s shirt in two, baring her chest. Another yank at the fabric and the top of her pajamas was lying ruined on the dirty ground. Just a brief moment and the same noise later, her pants were nothing but shreds, too, lying below her bare feet. Liala could feel her heart racing again. It seemed that eventually an anxiety attack would announce itself again. But the part that was ashamed of her wolf dreams was disappointed. Her shy stare roamed across Brenna’s naked body, sucking in her beautiful form. The woman was squirming against the iron grasp of the creature that was silencing her. His free hand was enfolding her left breast, definitely squeezing it. Another werewolf stepped next to him, stroking his clawed hand from the middle of her chest down, to between her legs. Brenna’s protest was nothing but a whimper, which was instantly silenced with another twitch of the limping twin’s hand.
“What is happening?” Kiana whispered and attempted to move out of Liala’s tight embrace, but the spell that had made her watch in horror and fascination wasn’t broken.
“Don’t turn around, don’t watch, don’t listen, you don’t want to see this, please,” Liala hushed urgently.
Kiana froze and Liala could swear that she was able to hear her cousin’s heart speed up dramatically. Listening to her, Kiana pressed her face back against her chest, holding still, even placing her free hand against her own ear. She was trembling, terrified.
Liala watched the second werewolf first placing his hand against the sensitive bud between Brenna’s legs and since the young woman was squirming again, Liala knew that his fingers were certainly doing something. Something she herself might even enjoy. And then he plunged his clawed fingers into her folds, while another werewolf had leaned down, probably giving attention to Brenna’s free breast. Liala believed she could hear the slurping sounds from where she was sitting and her body instantly reacted. Her breath stuck in her throat. The view alone did send strange tingles through her body, gathering between her legs. She wanted to know what it felt like to be Brenna, but also how it would feel to have her squirm against her hand, having absolute power over the girl that had been looking down on her ever since they met.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Liala barely noticed the big black werewolf watching her. She chose to ignore him, because she was certain that she would be embarrassed again once their glances met. He was certainly able to smell her arousal.
For a moment Liala was tempted, if she was able to see a physical reaction from him. All she could do was grit her teeth and shake her head concerning her dirty thoughts.
Brenna was trying to push the hands and head that abused her away, but failed, whimpering. The second werewolf pulled his hand from her, licking his fingers. Liala noticed only now that his other hand moved at the height of his pelvis. He was stoking himself. The limping werewolf’s hand let go of Brenna’s breast pushing some of his fingers into her as well and she held still. The third stepped back, also stroking himself: making Liala hold her breath as s
he saw the sheer size of him.
Are they all that large?
But more importantly, it seemed as if the shape wasn’t entirely human. When they had appeared to be a mix of both wolf and men, because the tip looked human but the rest was canine, broader in the middle, a bulge at the end. Liala couldn’t help but wonder if their cocks did swell up during sex, too, so that they got stuck where they were and had to wait until they went down. The image was oddly hilarious, and she barely managed to stop herself from giggling.
God, what is wrong with me?
The third werewolf had gone down on his knees. The position and the way Brenna squirmed; Liala knew that he was licking her. And again, curiosity struck her, about what that would feel like. Maybe, she was so cool about the whole thing because she had already accepted her fate? After all this was what she had dreamed about, and yet, such were dreams no one really wanted to become reality. But, thinking about the possibility that Kiana might be next was absolutely unacceptable to her.
No way am I allowing that. Over my dead body!
Gently, Liala started to rub her thumbs in circles where she held her, trying to keep her as calm as it was possible in this situation and come up with a way to save her cousin from what her friend was going through.
A squeal from Brenna’s throat brought Liala’s attention back to the werewolves, and made Kiana flinch. They had forced her onto her knees and the other twin, the one who had got shot by Liala’s father, was just shoving himself down her throat, making her gag, while one of the others licked her behind, which Brenna tried to evade as well, seemingly halfheartedly.
Liala lost clear view on who was who, and could only distinguish the twins from the others, as they were the only ones with a red glimmer to their brown fur. The campfire made their fur resemble that of red foxes and not wolves.
The rest were nothing but a bundle of fur and claws, surrounding and groping naked flesh. They all had some body part of hers with a body part of theirs: Kneading her breasts or butt cheeks. They all wanted a piece of Kiana’s friend. And Liala was swinging between fascination, arousal, pity, and disgust, as she watched what happened. She had no idea which of her emotion were the strongest and she didn’t take the time to find out. Managing to let her glance wander around the clearing, which was enlightened by the warm, golden light of the campfire, she saw that the three bystander werewolves weren’t entirely engrossed by what was happening right in front of them. They were looking at Liala as much as they were watching the other werewolves.
It that the reason why they brought Brenna back here?
Liala looked at the three of them skeptically. Only the big black wolf didn’t try to hide that he was watching her. He even had turned his back to what was happening.
Or maybe it’s just his task to watch me and make sure that I don’t do anything stupid, while his friends are having fun?
Something told her that this theory wasn’t true. The way he looked at her just didn’t fit with this thought. Liala knew a part of her wanted him to not be interested in her, while another part was thinking about very naughty things.
But why is it so important that I see this?
Liala just didn’t have any clue, and she couldn’t focus on finding it out because of the sounds that came from a couple of yards away from her. While Brenna continued choking on what the shot twin was pushing down her throat, his brother was doing the same to the other side of the body. Both were holding her, and neither her hands, nor her feet really touched the ground. All the while the other werewolves were standing around them, stroking themselves, groping her and making noises that sounded as if they were egging the twins on to fuck her harder, which they did and Brenna’s squeals were muffled by the cock in her mouth.
Is this what is expecting us, too? Do they want to scare us?
Liala didn’t want to watch, as her initial fascination had vanished into thin air. She had a bad feeling about what was happening because these creatures didn’t seem to care about hurting Brenna.
And that was something that really, severely worried her.
She moved her head to look at the big black one, who was now squatting on his hind legs, his lower arms resting on his knees, and watching her intently. The warm fire made parts of his deep black fur look coppery, and it did beautiful things to his green eyes.
What wolf has green eyes?
Something in the way he looked at her seemed as if he was smirking, though Liala didn’t know if werewolves or rather wolves were able to do that. When he suddenly tilted his head and winked at her, it took her by surprise; yet, she couldn’t help but smile and almost giggle.
This doesn’t fit at all. It doesn’t make any sense.
But then he lifted his right hand slightly and pointed at the scene she was trying to ignore. His facial expression had visibly changed from something calm to earnest. Liala instantly knew that she needed to watch. Pressing her lips together she briefly nodded and turned her face back towards what was happening to Brenna, but not without allowing her gaze to brush over the other two wolves. The grey one seemingly didn’t pay attention to her, but the smaller, dark brown one, whose fur had a golden glow in the light of the fire looked at her with something else other than interest. Liala couldn’t help but peek back, just to get a closer look at the one she believed to be female.
But how can a woman watch this, even condone this?
Her eyes were golden and it wasn’t a trick of light. They had something so familiar about them but maybe that was because they looked just as human as all the werewolf eyes. What really got to Liala as she continued to look at her through the corners of her eyes, was that she looked sad. Maybe she reminded her of someone and that was the reason why she kept looking back at her. After all, she was the only female around. Where were the others? Or maybe she pitied the two human women, who were forced to see what would happen to them, soon.
Liala didn’t want to worry her head any longer about things she didn’t understand and beings she didn’t know. She had to find a way to prevent the same thing happening to Kiana and preferably herself: Although the thought of the big black wolf not being able to hold back his hunger for her was something right from her forbidden dreams.
When she eventually brought her attention back to the scene, they had changed positions, which made her flinch and Kiana whimper, as Liala’s grip tightened around her cousin.
The shot twin was lying on the ground, plunging into Brenna’s spread pussy, while another two of their pack were taking turns with having their way with her mouth. The one she had run over was sinking himself into the only remaining hole of a human body that was able to be spread open wide.
That has to hurt.
But Brenna wasn’t fighting anymore, which had to be the reason why Liala didn’t hear any sound from her anymore. However, she wasn’t dead, since her hands were moving, working one of them, each standing to her left and right. It was too surreal than to be accepted by Liala as reality.
This was what porn looked like, with the only difference being that the horny creatures were less hairy.
“What is happening?” Kiana whimpered and Liala had no idea what she should say, or do.
“I can’t tell you, just know that you don’t want to see this, okay?” She eventually explained.
Despite her words Kiana started moving and struggled against Liala’s attempt to keep her where she was.
“Did they kill her?” Her cousin asked.
She was unable to stop her from turning around and had to watch Kiana’s facial expression from derailing.
“Oh my God!”
It would have been a scream if Kiana’s voice hadn’t denied her. She brought both her hands up to cover her mouth before the left painfully grabbed Liala’s shoulder.
“Please, stay quiet and stop moving, don’t draw their attention,” she whispered to her cousin.
“Lia… I… I can’t… this,” Kiana stammered, and tried to get on her feet, attempting to pull Liala with her.
“Are you mad? Get down!” She hissed at her, catching her hand and yanking at it forcefully.
Kiana toppled over, landing on Liala’s lap.
Behaving like that her cousin would end up being gang banged just like her best friend.
“Get behind me, don’t try to run,” Liala ordered through gritted teeth and much to her relief Kiana obeyed, sitting down at her left side now and hiding behind her, one hand on her left shoulder.
“Please, Lia,” she whimpered, definitely crying. “This can’t happen to us.”
“I’m working on it,” Liala spoke in a hush. “Just don’t do anything stupid. No, don’t do anything. I got this.”
“Are you being serious?” Kiana breathed into the back of Liala’s head, which told her that she wasn’t watching anymore.
“Dead serious,” was her response, keeping her eyes on the scene before her.
There wasn’t much time left. Somehow, she was aware of that and when they were finished with Brenna, either Kiana or Liala were next.
It ended unlike in the pornos she had seen. They didn’t come all at once and Brenna sure as hell didn’t. At least, it didn’t look like it. The worst thing was, however, that they did come on her and inside of her. They didn’t pull out and regarding one essential body part of Brenna’s this wasn’t a good thing. When they were done, they let her slump to the ground and left her there. These things didn’t only care about hurting her; they also didn’t care about getting her pregnant. That thought was the last straw that broke Liala’s iron and rational resolve. She felt sick to her stomach.
Is this what the whole deal was about? Breeding?
That meant that they would hold them captive and rape them over and over again until they couldn’t bear children anymore. This wasn’t a fate she could accept for any of them, not even Brenna.
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