"Here, use this."
The boot left her field of vision as she assumed the man attached to it took the item for the noisy wheels. Someone suddenly crouched near her head and with a quick intake of breath fear won out and she snapped her eyes closed. She tried to steady her breathing and relax her facial muscles without much success.
"I know you're awake," his rough, quiet voice came from just inches in front of her face. Cassie flinched again and whimpered. "Shhh, shhh. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Short brown stubble of a shaved head greeted her eyes as he was looking over his shoulder for anyone watching. Long sleeved studded leather armor, with obscenely long spikes, covered his torso and up to protect the neck. He turned back around and saw her fearful gaze. His eyes softened a little. "Name's Brant. Do you want me to put you back under? What may happen next won't be pretty."
Cassie shook her head and tried to speak but all that came out was a hoarse squeak. How long had she been out? She cleared her throat and tried again. "What's going to happen?" from the current state she found herself in she had an idea, but she needed to know to what extent and if they planned on releasing her afterwards. "Are you going to let me go?"
His washed-out green eyes looked uncertain before he answered, "that depends on how this evening goes."
Well, that was cryptic and not at all comforting. He turned his head again, muttered a curse, and bent to work on the other wheel.
"Hurry up, he said it's time." The other man's sentence was half drowned out by the dogs-from-hells' racket getting worse. "And they're getting antsy, they can smell 'em."
Brant stood up and gave her roller an experimental push, one back wheel still protesting. He bustled to it, returned quickly and tested again. It was silent. "Good, let's get this started." Wheels rolling across the stone floor getting further away alerted Cassie that there were possibly others besides her. Other women strapped in one of these contraptions not knowing how they got here or still unconscious.
Brant bent down close to her right ear. "Out of time. Don't talk, try not to make any noise. And whatever happens,
do not
scream."
Her breaths started to become pants of trepidation as Brant straightened up and pushed her forward.
They passed into a darkened corridor where the dogs' howls and snarls bounced off the walls. They seemed to be getting closer to them and Cassie hoped that the dogs were in cages and not where she was being taken, they didn't sound friendly in the least. A cool draft delicately flowed over her bare expanse of skin bringing fresh air with a hint of pine. This place must not be underground or in the city. Soon, the hallway opened up to a much larger space where the dogs-from-hell must have been kept. A darting of the eyes revealed large empty kennels with thick meshed bars to her right. To her left, a railing bordered the wide passage where two of these rolling apparatuses could pass each other easily.
Suddenly, they stopped. Angry snarling sounded from her right where the kennel bars were only a foot away. It must have come from the next kennel but she couldn't yet see in that one; the kennels were separated by thick, solid stone walls. Oddly, they were outfitted with what Cassie would expect to find in a criminal's cell. A metal fold-up bed was clamped to one wall and a table and chair were bolted to the floor. A hole in the back corner, Cassie assumed, would be for waste. A narrow slit high up on the wall allowed for a small sliver of moonlight. Perhaps this was a jail and they also held dogs?
All over her body hair stood on end with the intensity of the snarling dog next to her. They sounded huge, possibly rabid. Brant continued to push her forward, bringing her in front of the cell. A massive wolf head came into view snapping and snarling at them both. Cassie tried to flinch away and now she understood Brant's warning. They stopped again at the juncture of the next cell over, with the view cut off from the wolf, allowing Cassie to gulp at the air trying to calm her flight or fight response. More snarling came from this next one. Too preoccupied with those huge canines, she didn't get a chance to see if there was an inmate in that cell. Although, she couldn't imagine they would keep a person in with those scary beasts. They continued on their way before she was ready and this next cell also contained a snarling, snapping wolf. Tearing her eyes away from the flying spittle and gnashing teeth, she looked for someone in with the wolf. There didn't seem to be. Once again, they stopped at the next juncture. Perhaps the cells were just being used as kennels for these ferocious beasts and there were no human prisoners? At least not here.
Catching her breath, Cassie wrinkled her nose. It didn't smell too great in here. A bit like wet dog, musk, and ammonia. She wondered why they kept stopping. The railing on her left protected from some sort of a drop off and she could see through to the other side that there were more occupied cells on the far wall. There were two more women strapped onto contraptions, just like hers, spaced two cells apart. There didn't seem to be any reason to be stopped like they were. The men with their odd armor just stood there watching the wolves snarl at the women and periodically writing on a clipboard. Was this some kind of weird test? And were those women still unconscious? She was beginning to regret turning down Grant's offer to go back under.
Her contraption lurched ahead again as she noticed something odd about the wolves on the other side. They didn't look quite right, maybe they weren't full wolves? She flicked her eyes right to the wolf next to her, determined to study features other than the awful teeth and bad breath. Its shoulders looked hunched and hind legs disproportionately long. Maybe this is a species Cassie never heard of, or the rumors of werewolves weren't just rumors. This last thought sent icicles prickling down her spine.
When they stopped again, the snarling in the next cage stopped suddenly. With her head close to the previous wolf's angry threats it was hard to hear much else, but loud snuffling could sometimes be heard. Whining and clanging metal sounded from behind Cassie, and she wondered what brought about the change. The cart rolled to the side instead of forward, turning the whole thing perpendicular to the walkway, and then backed up to that kennel. Cassie tried to bring her chin to her chest to see behind her, but the metal cart blocked her view of all but the bars farther to the sides. Cassie jerked in surprise as something warm and damp flicked onto her buttocks. Again and again, she felt this all over her back end, thighs, and pussy. Disgusted, she tried to pull away ineffectively, there was no give from the contraption and so Cassie could only endure it. Incredulous, she thought,
what game are they trying to play?
After a few minutes of this, her dampened skin started to tingle and her clit was warming and swelling slightly with the periodic hits of the tongue. The wolf's aim seemed to improve and concentrate on her pussy, delving more into her folds. Cassie's cheeks flushed from embarrassment and her breath hitched while resuming the futile attempts to squirm away. Soon, rhythmic clanking started up and enraged snarling resumed from the cell behind her while the tongue licking ceased. A brief breeze slightly dried her back-end from the slobber but did nothing to diminish the tingling heat of her flesh. Her pussy ached and pulsed with need. She was glad to be face down to hide her mortifying reaction from the guards.
Cassie let out a breath in relief as it sounded as if the "wolf" was being dragged away from the front bars. It sounded as if every wolf was being dragged off. Maybe it was over? Or did her captors have something else in store?
Heavy metal doors screeched open and slammed shut. Chains rattled, wet snarling continued, and shouts of men echoed off the walls. Within minutes, the noise level greatly diminished. Then her cart was moving again. Brant, she assumed, maneuvered her contraption through the now open door of the kennel. Cassie's heart rate picked up again as she wondered if she was to replace the wolf in this dirty cell. Was she to be a prisoner?
Cassie stiffened in fear at the sound of snarling resuming behind her from
