Part 4: Sleeping Beauty
It's late into the night when the semi-nude chained man comes into the dungeon. He is tired and fresh wounds linger on his wrists indicating that he has been painfully bound at some point in the day.
He introduces himself as Remus and reassures Cynthia that he will not hurt her. Unfortunately, Fenrir commands that Remus bring Cynthia to him and he cannot outright refuse an alpha's orders lest he be brutally punished.
As he leads her up the staircase to Fenrir, hands gently guiding her back, Remus answers all of her questions.
Fenrir Clawback's pack overtook this castle, which once belonged to a nobleman a few years ago. His biggest concern at the moment are the dwindling numbers of werewolves as a result of the war against the humans.
Usually Fenrir would bite people, but a few years ago this method stopped working. The people he bit would die rather than transform into a lycan. Nobody in the pack can seem to understand why.
Fenrir has been hunting women for decades, brutally raping them and often times killing them, but never feels the need to take one as a mate. The alpha female holds a lot of power in the pack and neither Fenrir nor his overbearing mother want to share that with anyone.
Mama makes the suggestion that Fenrir should take human women for breeding purposes. From that point on, Fenrir and his mother have been working tirelessly to repopulate the pack. Unfortunately, they have not been successful thus far.
The first woman Fenrir brings home for breeding purposes is a whore from the local village. He keeps her for a few months until her finds out that she is diseased and has given him a rash during one of their coupling sessions. During a full moon, he mauls her to death.
The second woman he brings to the pack is a frail woman with long red hair. She would go on to off herself in Fenrir's bed. After that, all of Fenrir's 'kept' women would stay in the dungeons below with Remus as a companion. With Remus being able to keep an eye on them.
The woman that came before Cynthia would be the one to last the longest. She got pregnant three times in one year before miscarrying each time. Last year, she would carry a baby to term. Unfortunately, she would birth a stillborn baby girl and would not live long after the delivery. Remus explains to Cynthia that the woman rarely spoke, too traumatized from being brutally raped almost daily by the sadistic beast.
Remus takes this opportunity to caution Cynthia about interacting with Clawback. he instructs her not to reason with him. Not to tease him. And not to play games with him. He has a short temper, a perversion for violence, flesh and sex.
If Cynthia wants to survive, she has to focus on birthing a healthy son. In Remus' opinion, if she births Clawback enough children, Mama might convince Fenrir to let Cynthia live.
They stop at a bedroom door and Remus knocks gently before pushing Cynthia kindly inside. He closes the door behind her.
Fenrir is drinking out of a scotch decanter, wiping his mouth crudely with the back of his sleeve.
"Take off your clothes and kneel on that rug." He gestures to the rug on the side of the canopy bed. "Open your mouth."
Cynthia freezes, eyes wide in horror.
"Did you not hear me?!" Fenrir approaches her and wrenches her robe off her shoulders as it pools on the floor.
He runs his calloused hands over her pale shoulders and perky nipples. He cups her breasts, tugging at them. His breath reeks of alcohol.
"To think these will get bigger," he muses. "I can't wait to fuck you after that happens, eh?"
He grabs her arm and throws her to the floor. Cynthia gasps and tries to cover her sensitive breasts with her hands.
Fenrir stands before her and drops his trousers, his pulsing and erect cock half an inch from her nose.
"Suck!" he commands, forcing her jaw open. "And no teeth. Or else I beat you to an inch of your life, got it girlie?"
Cynthia whimpers. Fenrir's cock fills all of her mouth and then some. Friction soon grows in her hot mouth as he begins to pulsate inside her. The alpha male throws his head back, enjoying the moment. His cock stabs the back of her throat violently, and it takes all of her willpower not to gag.
His balls slap her face shamelessly, as he forces her head to bob back and forth on his cock. The werewolf grabs Cynthia's beautifully curled black hair and begins thrusting in and out of her mouth with a newfound determination.
After what feels like hours, he shudders against her and empties the contents of his testicles into her waiting mouth. Cynthia nearly coughs it up, but fears that if she does, Fenrir would be exceptionally displeased.
His cum is hot and salty and there is a lot of it. An acquired taste, no doubt. When she swallows, he pats her head almost affectionately. Like you would pet a spoiled cat.
He lifts her by her hips and bends her over a granite table. He spreads Cynthia's legs open, making her feel incredibly vulnerable. She sneaks a peak over her shoulder.
Fenrir is boldly staring at her pink pussy, reveling in the sight of her prostrating yet again in front of him, ready to be mounted. He pumps his cock in order to reclaim its hardness.
"How did you get your pussy so smooth? It's like a little girl's...all the other whores I fucked were hairy."
"I umm, there's a cream that I make myself," Cynthia stammers, suddenly afraid of her voice.
She clears her throat, wanting to be brave, "I use it for my legs too."
Fenrir nods, "Good. Keep using it. I want you smooth."
"The ingredients can be hard to find...are expensive," Cynthia looks back again.
"Mama will help you with that," Fenrir grunts, hard once more. "Now open your legs wider."
He grips her hips, rubbing his cock and coarse pubic hair against her tender folds. She opens her mouth to scream, but he anticipates this and clamps a sweaty hand over her mouth. The taste and smell of his hand makes her want to gag in disgust again, her head reeling in vile repulsion.
Cynthia's pussy is wet from the day's activities, making it somewhat easier for him to slide into her. But just barely. She is still incredibly sore from the rape this afternoon. And from letting Peter fuck her earlier this evening.
His huge cockhead slides past her swollen lips and slowly fills her vaginal canal.
Cynthia gasps against his mouth and inhales deeply. Involuntarily, her body clamps down hard on his member and Fenrir grunts approvingly. In comparison to his eagerness only a few hours ago, he is moving noticeably slower.
It seems to take him forever to fully bury himself inside his victim, the alcohol likely to blame for his ineptness. His rather prominent hairy balls finally come to rest against her compacted ass-cheeks. He reaches forward with his free hand to rub her breast.
"Fuck, such a tight cunt," Fenrir grunts. "I'm going to ride your pretty little hole into the ground."
