"I'm not saying we have to shove it in her," the trouser fiddler replied, "I'm just saying that mouth looks so pretty."
"Just get her tied down."
They moved towards me grabbing my arms and legs, hustling me to the wooden stand. I could feel the trouser fiddler grinding into me as he forced me to the stand, could feel his hard cock beneath his trousers as he rubbed it on my hip and used this opportunity to grab at my breasts and ass. They lifted my body onto the stand and secured my legs with the metal manacles. I was lying face up, my arms and legs spread wide. I could feel the rough wood, splintered in some places digging into the flesh of my back. The stand was designed so that my ass was at the edge unsupported, and my cunt was easily accessible from all angles, spread open with my legs secured wide. Vulnerable to the cold biting air. I began to shiver uncontrollably. Lastly they tied a thick leather blindfold around my eyes.
"Please. Please don't leave me here." I begged and I could feel hot tears stinging at my eyes.
They did not listen and soon I could hear their footsteps disappearing back to the town. I sobbed in earnest then, how had I got into this position. I had no experience. My father wouldn't even let me date, he had been so strict on it, and had told me again and again that he would keep me from being sacrificed. It had been that way for all living memory in my village. In order to keep the rest of the village safe from the werewolves a virgin girl was selected twice a year to be sacrificed. They were placed on the cross and left for two days then the villagers would come back, clean her up and return her to the village. Often the girls that had been sacrificed would begin to swell with child. Many villages owed some of their genetics to the werewolves and aside from always having thick lustrous hair it seemed to affect them very little. My 18th birthday had fallen just before the summer mating.
I heard a snap as someone came walking towards me, but from the direction of the village, not the forest where i was expecting.
"Pretty girl" I heard a voice say.
It was the trouser fiddler, he'd snuck back. He moved around my body and placed a hand on my cunt, leaving it there a moment before raising his hand and slapping it hard. I yelped in pain and he slapped it again. He reached up and pinched my nipples, twisting them. I tried to writhe away but the wood and manacles stopped me. I could feel a rough fabric between my legs, he ground his hard dick into my pussy, still contained within his trousers. He humped at my cunt, rough hands roamed my breasts, clasped at my hips whilst he stimulated himself with my pussy lips. He ground into me, his movements becoming more desperate and I could feel the tingle of arousal beginning in my pussy against my will. His breathing quickened and he shuddered groaning, releasing himself into his trousers. He stepped back from me and began to walk away.
I was alone again. The air shifted around me as night fell completely and I could hear the sounds of the forest, small scurryings and the calls of creatures. Dry leaves rustled under a large foot. I could hear the soft steady padding coming near me. Hot breath washed over my skin which prickled in response. I could feel my chest rising more rapidly with the panic of what was to happen.
I felt a damp muzzle sniffing around my neck and cringed as it passed over my breasts down my stomach and between my legs. The nose planted itself firmly at my cunt and sniffed. A deep rumble echoed from its throat and reverberating into me and making my pussy tremble. The werewolf nipped at the lips of my cunt and I squealed and tried to squirm away. The manacles stopped me from moving far but I was able to buck my hips. The growl issued again more menacing this time and a large paw was placed possessively on my stomach, the claws pressing into my skin. The nose returned to my cunt sniffing again and this time a tongue lapped between my folds, catching my clit. I froze in fear, my skin tingling at the intrusive touch. It lapped again and I felt it's tongue trail at my entrance licking at the arousal the trouser fiddler and my cousin had incited. The warmth felt good on my air chilled pussy and I willed him to keep going but soon felt as the werewolf shifted onto its back paws and lifted itself above me. Forepaws landed on my shoulders and its pelt brushed my stomach and hardened nipples.
I felt as something hot and hard pressed at my pussy lips. I moaned out wordless fear mixed with anticipation as I felt the werewolf press himself forward and was confused as his unexpectedly hot dick barely parted my pussy lips. For a creature of this size his cock was surprisingly small, then realisation began to creep in as the werewolf thrust in again, more than parting my pussy lips. He was not small, he just was not fully unsheathed yet.
I strangled cry passed through my lips as he reared back again and thrust forward, his cock pushing into my entrance which was becoming slick from the attention. The werewolf responded to the first true intrusion into my body with renewed vigour, he thrust forward again and this time his mouth also sought my breast and nipped at the flesh. I cried out both in pain and pleasure and my body bucked again, putting off his thrust. A warning growl resonated through his chest and his jaws sought and held my throat. They were not tight enough to break the skin but his sharp teeth were a warning enough that I would try my best not to buck again.
The werewolf thrust forward, his cock now big enough to stretch my cunt. My breaths came ragged and fast, the weight of him on me and his jaws around my neck making me feel vulnerable and trapped, but also strangely safe protected by this giant beast. I felt as his cock entered me again, the heat was astounding. I felt as he sank into me, my pussy lips tugging at his cock. I grunted at the unfamiliar intrusion, no man had ever been here before, I hadn't expected it to feel this good. How big would he grow I wondered, I was already being stretched and he seemed only to have just begun. A small, desperate part of me wanted to be stretched, filled beyond my limits.
He thrust in again and I could feel the ring of my entrance beginning to burn from his girth. Something had changed about his cock now, instead of being a smoothed tapered shape a bump had begun to form at the base. Each time he thrust in the firm roundness was slammed against my entrance, my pussy would resist temporarily and then give, allowing it to push inside. Each time he pulled out my pussy lips clung to the roundness until they stretched enough to allow it to pass. Each time he did this it became harder for him to pull it from my body and a searing pain had taken the place of the stretching sensation. I realised with hopelessness that this was his knot. He would mate with me and plug my cunt so that none of his seed could escape. I was going to be impregnated, used and bred, powerless.
He thrust in again and I felt myself stretch as far as it was possible. His knot pressed against my entrance and with a final painful pop my cunt allowed it entry. This time though, when he went to pull back out the knot would not pass my entrance. It had grown too big, plugging his cock inside my cunt and providing intense filling stretching pressure at my entrance. As he pulled back I could feel not just my pussy lips but also my asshole being pressed by his knot. Intense panic filled me and I tried to break free again but it was utterly useless, we were coupled, connected until his arousal subsided enough that his knot would pass my cunt entrance again.
The werewolf sensed this stage of completion as well and his thrusts changed. They became short and hard, unexpectedly fast in their pace. I could feel his knot stimulating my g-spot and felt the overwhelming intensity of pleasure building. The intensity was almost unpleasant, too much stimulation at once and my legs shook and twitched overwhelmed by the sensation. His cock was still growing inside me and it felt as though it was pressed against all of my pussy walls, thicker than any normal mans. I could feel the tip pressed up against my cervix and with each thrust came a sharp stabbing as he assaulted this vulnerable spot. I groaned at each stabbing pain, my hands balling into fists in an attempt to try and manage the sensation, trying to focus only on the tingling needy sensation of my clit being rubbed and my pussy filled.
