"Heard you've been having some wolf problems," the
hunter said as he doffed his broad-brimmed hat and stepped up onto the
front porch.
"Yes, you're the hunter we sent for?" Laurana said,
clutching her nightgown close around her body.
"The one and only," the hunter said as he raked his
eyes over Laurana's body. Noting her damp skin beaded with water
and her nightgown and robe sticking to her damp body. "I would
have been here earlier, but there were some delays." The real
hunter, he thought to himself. Although that hunter would be
spending his time drunk out of his mind with the best whores in
Palanthas thanks to a few steel crossing his palm.
"Then come in, I'd like you to start as soon as
possible, the wolves have taken four cows already from the local
farmers," Laurana said as she stepped back and motioned for the hunter
to enter. She noticed he had no horse, which explained why it had
taken him an extra day to arrive.
"Thank you kindly, my lady," he said as he stepped
inside.
Laurana stood stiffly as the hunter ripped her
nightgown off her, the fine silk tearing easily under his hands.
She blushed and turned her head away as the men laughed and hooted at
her bare flesh. She flushed in anger as the hunter placed the
leather collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it.
"A bitch needs to have a leash on or she might get
in trouble," he smirked at her and laughed at her anger. "Now on
all fours."
"Never," Laurana hissed as she tried to cover
herself with her hands, only to have the hunter swat her hands away.
The hunter nodded at his men and the maids screamed
as their clothes were torn roughly from their bodies. Laurana
stared daggers at the hunter as one of the maids was lifted up onto the
kitchen table and her legs roughly spread.
"Stop it!" Laurana yelled as she dropped to her
knees. The hunter raised his hands and the men froze. The room
was quiet but for the whimpered sobs of the two maids, still held
firmly by the men's hands.
Laurana closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sick
feeling of utter humiliation in her gut as she bent forward and placed
her hands on the cold stone of the kitchen floor. She gritted her
teeth as the hunter walked around her, tugging on the leash to force
her head up as he ran his gloved hand over her back and swatted her ass.
"Very nice, I don't think we'll need much obediance
training for this bitch, will we boys?" he said to an answering roar of
laughter. "Now, bitch, let's go for a walk." He nodded at
his men and the lifted the maids onto their shoulders and carried them
kicking and screaming out the door and up the main staircase.
"Don't you dare let your men-" Laurana said, to be
cut off by a sharp jerk on the leash.
"Don't try to tell me what to do, bitch," the hunter
said with a grin. "If you behave your maids will only be fucked
senseless. If you don't, well, they might end up like the cows
that brought me here, understand?"
"Yes," Laurana said in a whisper.
"What was that?"
"Yes!" Laurana said loudly.
"Good," the hunter said. "Now sit up."
Laurana grudgingly moved onto her knees and stared
up at the hunter. Her eyes widened as she saw him open his
breeches and she realized that she hadn't actually thought she'd be
treated in the same way as the maids until this very moment.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I won't do
this."
"Oh, but the bitch needs a treat for behaving," the
hunter said with a leer as he pulled his immense cock out and stroked
it with one hand. It swelled to a greater size as he rubbed it
against Laurana's disgusted face. "Now open wide."
"Damn you," she sobbed. "I won't."
"Don't make me force you," the hunter said.
"Or else your maids-"
"Damn you," Laurana said again, but this time it was
a mere whisper as she slowly opened her mouth.
"Lick me."
Laurana hesitated and then slowly leaned forward,
her pink tongue extending out to lap at the head of the hunter's
cock. She grimaced in revulsion as it jerked under her tongue but
she continued to slowly lap at it anyways.
"Now suck me," he said.
Laurana closed her eyes, disgust welling within her
as she opened her mouth as leaned closer. "No, I can't!" she said
at the last moment, jerking away and covering her eyes with her
hands. She heard the hunter sigh and then a hand tightened on her
hair, tugging painfully on her as her head was dragged next to the
hunter's crotch.
"No!" she yelled again as he pried open her mouth
with his other hand and forced his cock in. Laurana gagged from
the mere feeling of having a man's cock within her mouth and she
screamed in horror. But even as she tried to pull away, his hands
were tightening on her head and his cock thrust forward into her mouth.
Laurana began to sob, her hands beating on his
thighs and stomach as he raped her mouth. She gagged and jerked
as his cock went into her throat and she looked up at him through the
tangled mass of her golden hair to see him leering down at her.
The sound of her gagging and sobbing was obscene to
her ears as his cock rammed in and out of her throat, his grunts loud
as he thrust faster and faster. Laurana was sobbing, her hands
clutching at his breeches as her mouth was violated. Saliva
dripped down the corners of her mouth as he pulled his cock back and
she could feel it dripping down her chin onto her jiggling breasts.
"That's good, real good," the hunter said with a
smile as Laurana's muffled protestations filled the kitchen. She
was trying to say something, yell some defiance, and her tongue was
sliding across the bottom of his cock as she tried.
Laurana's eyes were clenched shut to block out the
sight of the hunter leering down at her as he violated her mouth and
forced her to humiliate herself in his way. But that couldn't
block out the intense violation she felt as his cock passed between her
soft lips, sliding across her tongue, and then down deep into her
throat before pulling back again.
The elf maiden's muffled sobs and soft gagging
changed when she felt his cock stiffen and jerk. She had done
this for Tanis enough times to recognize the signs and the thought of
this beast coming in her mouth was even more disgusting that Tanis
wanting to. But despite her increased struggles he continued to
rape her mouth, his cock moving faster and faster as he fucked her
mouth and violated her throat.
With a grunt she felt his seed spurt out and fille
her mouth and shoot down her throat. She screamed around his cock
and felt his come running out of her mouth and down her chin to
splatter on the floor and on her golden skin.
Laurana sputtered and wiped her mouth, the taste of
the hunter's seed filling her mouth as she sank back onto her legs and
coughed. She feared she'd never get the taste out of her mouth
when his hand jerked her head back, his other hand aiming his spurting
cock straight at her face.
Laurana made a sound of disgust and revulsion as his
seed splattered across her lips and then her cheeks, a hot wad of come
making her jerk back in horror before more of it shot across her
forehead. When he was finally done come was dripping from her
shocked face.
Laurana stared at the dripping cock still hanging in
front of her face in mute amazement. She might have sat there for
hours but for the sharp and mocking laughter of the hunter at her
expression. That brought her back and she recoiled in disgust
when she felt the hunter's seed covering her face and dripping onto her
body.
Laurana began to sob in humiliation, hot tears
running down her face through the sticky globs of come. She bent
forward, wiping the come off and sobbing as she realized her hands were
so sticky with it that she was merely spreading it around.
"Very good," the hunter said as he took up her leash
again. "Let's go show you off to my men and then we can get down
to the real fun."
The upstairs parlor was a scene of horrors.
The two maids who lived in the mansion full-time were wearing only the
shredded remains of their uniforms. All Laurana could see of one
maid was her thrashing legs as three men violated her at the same
time. One black leather shoe was still on as she thrashed and
gagged as the men laughed and said how tight her holes were.
The other maid was no luckier and her screaming was
what Laurana had heard coming down the hallway. The poor girl had
been bent over the back of the couch and her arms had been stretched
forward and down, her wrists tied to the couch legs by long lengths of
rope. A line of men stood behind her, waiting their turn to mount
her.
"No, please, not my arse!" the maid squealed as the
latest rapist moved up behind her and thrust his cock into her,
laughing as she squealed and jerked against the ropes.
"Perhaps I'll let you get aquainted with the lads
later," the hunter said as he jerked on Laurana's leash and tugged her
towards the bedroom door, still crawling on all fours. Laurana
realized that she had been glad that the maids and men had been so
occupied that they didn't see the come covering her face and sticking
in her hair. The realization of that thought sent a shock of
guilt through her and bit her lip in horror and tried to stem further
tears while the hunter laughed above her.
Laurana blushed as she was led up onto her own bed,
stark naked and totally exposed to the eyes of the hunter.
Someone, one of his men, had taken the mirror from over the mantle and
had propped it up behind the headboard, forcing Laurana to look at her
own wide-eyes and the come sticking to her face.
The hunter let the leash drop on the bed and Laurana
watched in mounting horror as he stripped his clothes off. And
with each article of clothing he seemed to grow more monstrous, his
face becoming that of a wolf's, fur growing from his body and curved
claws growing from his hands.
"No," she whispered as he leapt onto the bed, making
the old bedframe creak as he settled behind her and took the leash up
again. "Oh gods, please no," she moaned, praying to every god she
could think of as the hunter sniffed and shuffled behind her, his hands
running across her body and chuckling as she flinched and shuddered in
revulsion and humiliation.
Laurana gasped, her mouth wide open as she panted in
short, quick breaths. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth
before her eyes shot open again at the touch of claws running down the
curve of her spine. They traced lazily along her skin, idly
drawing circles with their cool, smooth, hardness.
"You smell of sex, bitch," the hunter said as he
continued to caress her skin. She could feel his hot breath on
the back of her neck as he bent his muzzle to her hair and sniffed
loudly. "I can tell you want me, tell that you want my cock in
you."
"No," moaned Laurana.
"Oh yes, you do," the hunter said and she could hear
the predatory smile in his voice as he leaned back. "I can smell
the fear and I can smell the lust coming off your body like perfume on
a fine Palanthas whore." Laurana let out a little scream and
flushed in humiliation as he ran a claw down between the perfect cheeks
of her ass, the smooth curve of it rubbing against both her holes
before tickling her nether lips.
"No," Laurana moaned again and then shouted it as
she could feel the unmistakable shape of a hot, stiff cock pressing
against her nether lips. "Oh gods, no!" she cried out and then
let out a squeal as his head pushed against her lips, spreading their
forcefully as he tugged on the leash and pulled her back towards him.
Laurana tried to keep him out as she pulled against
the collar and leash until her vision swam and she was gasping for
breath. But still he slowly pushed into her, laughing
uproariously as she wriggled and squirmed trying to twist her hips
away, trying to buck free the hand now firmly grasping her slender
waist.
"Say you're my bitch," the hunter said and he thrust
hard, pulling her back with both hands to impale the elven princess on
his cock.
Laurana screamed as she felt herself stretched
around his cock, her breath catching in her throat with every inch that
he penetrated her. Her hands clutched at the fine cotton sheets,
crumping them in her fists as her head was tugged back by the leash and
she was forced to look into the mirror propped above the headboard.
She could see herself, on all fours like a bitch in
heat, her head back and her golden hair spilling down both shoulders to
frame her hanging, full breasts quivering with each thrust and shaking
as she twisted in the hunter's grasp. Behind her, mounting her,
she could see the hunter, his wolf head leering at her as he clenched
the leash between his teeth and used both hands to jerk her onto his
cock.
The princess screamed again and squealed in abject
horror and humiliation as she felt the cock slide deeper into her,
further than any other cock had every been, she was sure. Tears
pooled in her eyes as she felt the hunter tense and then thrust
forward, burying the full length of his cock in her tight, hot hole.
Laurana sobbed, tears starting to slip down her
flushed cheeks as the hunter pulled her ass tight against his crotch,
the fur ticking her bottom as he rested and savored the feeling of her
tight walls clutching at him involuntarily and delighting in her
moaning sobs and groaned pleas for mercy.
"Please, please, no more, it's too much," Laurana
moaned, her body quivering from the strain of fighting against the
hunter. She wanted to collapse forward, her arms and legs too
weak to support her anymore. But the collar and leash tugged on
her neck and force her to keep her head up, forced her to look into the
mirror and see her degradation and humiliation in its merciless silver
surface. "No," she whimpered as she felt his hands tighten around
her waist.
She screamed again as he pulled out of her, the
momentary relief at no longer being stretched so cruelly overwhelmed by
the absolute horror that he would soon be within her again.
Laurana closed her eyes and shook her head, screaming as he tightened
his grip and plunged back into her.
This time it was one motion that filled her
completely, cutting off her screams for a second as she gasped for air,
her head back and her mouth hanging open, tears streaming down her
cheeks. And then she was crying out again as he began to pump in
and out of her, relentlessly fucking her, taking her harder than she
had ever been taken before.
Laurana's cries were punctuated by each thrust, her
breasts bouncing forward as his crotch smacked against her ass.
She sobbed helplessly as he leaned forward, letting go of the leash and
allowing her head to fall forward, her hair in a curtain blocking out
the horrible sight in the mirror of her rape.
"Nnnghh, nnoooaghhh!" Laurana choked out as she
collapsed forward, her cheek against the sheets as the hunter leaned
over her, his hands moving from her waist up the smooth skin of her
taut belly to cup her full breasts. He squeezed them hard with
each thrust, matching the motions of his cock within her and grunting
harshly in her ear.
"You're going to be my bitch," he growled in her
ear. "I'm going to take you like this every," he punctuated his
sentence with a thrust that made Laurana squeal and tear at the sheets
with her hands, "single, night."
"No," Laurana moaned as he licked tears from her
cheek. "No."
"Oh yes," the hunter said as his thrusts sped up,
his cock slamming into Laurana's stretched pussy as she lay with her
ass high in the air and her face pressed into the bed. "And after
I'm done, I'll let the rest of the pack have you. They'll take
you in every hole at once."
Laurana shuddered at the thought and then let out a
gasp as the hunter pinched her nipples, making her squeal from the pain
before letting go and continuing to grope her breasts.
"A cock deep in your throat, another up your tight,
tight cunt, and a third in your tigh arse," he grunted. "That
will be almost as good as fucking you myself," he roared and Laurana
wailed with him, her head jerking up to stare wide-eyed into the mirror
as he howled his conquest over her prone body.
She saw herself, ass in the air, the werewolf
mounting her sweat covered body like she was his bitch. Which was
what she was she realized with a choking sob as his hot seed flooded
into her. He pumped rapidly into her, spurting more seed into her
until it dribbled down the insides of her thighs. Then he pulled
out and she saw his seed arcing through the air.
Laurana winced and sobbed brokenly as she felt his
seed splattering on her back and landing in her golden hair. It
dripped down her skin, tracing the curve of her body to run down her
shaking breast and finally drop from her trembling body to stain the
sheets below. More of his seed splattered her ass and thighs as
he jerked himself off onto her.
"You're mine," he said in a completely satisfied
voice as the last dribbles of come dropped onto her skin. And
Laurana knew he was right.
Laurana slumped against the wall and managed to pull
a chair close enough to collapse into it. The footman's lance had
proven to be quite effective against the werewolves, whether due to the
quicksilver it had been forged from or the enchantments placed
afterwards she didn't really care. Blood spattered her gown but
she didn't really care as she slumped in the chair and tried to figure
out how to dispose of twelve werewolf bodies with maids that were still
unconscious from the gang-fucking they had received during the night.