wolf lust 2
Wolf Lust Two
Warning, this story contains domination and submission. All names are coincidental as this is a work of fiction. If you are sensitive to animal love, don't read the story.
Then it happened, I was lifted off the ground by a strong force. A beast of some sort took me in its strong paws. I floated over that ground and thought, Finally, the beast of burden is taking me to the moon where I can live with the other wolves. I can see Ferlin again. It was good to know that I had a submissive subordinate waiting for me. I did not raise to the moon though, I felt heavy vibrations under me, and a loud growling noise. The seemed to move at a high speed and I slipped from this world completely.
The lack of pain was amazing. I no longer felt my shoulder, none of pains existed. I felt pressure on my right foreleg and a cool liquid flow into my veins, it was exquisite, until I started wondering why I was still alive and where I was. As soon as I asked this question my mind cleared and my eyes snapped open. I was in a large white room, a human female in white clothing pulled a needle from my shoulder and massaged the spot briefly before turning and scratching something on a clip board. I wasn't scared, this female seemed to be helping me. In that respect, I was grateful to her, the pack never showed me as much kindness.
I attempted to raise my head, I was restrained from doing this. I could feel straps holding my head, chest, and belly. I could see straps running around my muzzle, and I couldn't move my feet, that suggested that she feared me. I rose my tail and thumped it on the table. The women jumped and turned to me, I stared into her eyes.
The women got over her trepidation quickly. She held my eyes open and shined a bright light into them, "You were so far dead when you were found I am quite surprised to see you awake."
The women took the leather from my muzzle, I bared my teeth in a snarl.
She held up a chunk of meat, just out of my grasp, "If you are good, I will feed you. If you bite me, I won't."
I understood what she said, and I was hungry. I opened my mouth and let her place the meat on my toung. I made sure her hands were away from me before devouring the meat. it was nothing more then a small cube, I was disappointed, then she held another one out to me. I took this one as carefully as the first.
This treatment continued for several days. The women kept shooting a liquid into me that forced me too sleep, but also made my pain go away. I wasn't allowed to move, but I started to enjoy the treatment. I let her feed me, hydrate and clean me. I didn't bite at her or make her job harder. She had other animals come in, other humans as well. They commented on a wolf being in the building, Such a beautiful creature, a black wolf, they would say. I enjoyed the complement, my prey should think I'm beautiful.
One day while she was cleaning my shoulder she pushed her body against my snout. I don't think she meant to do it, but the women had become very comfortable around me. The fabric that was pushed into my sensitive nostrils smelled like female mate scent. Like licked the fabric lightly, the taste was wonderful. I gripped a bit of the fabric in my mouth and started chewing on it, my sheath growing hot.
Beth didn't notice the loss of their crotch from her pants, not until a wetness started running down her leg and she noticed that the wolf was fully aroused. She starred at the thick member for a second too long as she felt the black wolfs' toung run a crossed her clit. Beth jumped back with a cry and looked at the hole in her trousers, wolf saliva running down her leg. She looked around, but it was night and she was the only one in the clinic. She walked to the door and locked it, she had never felt compelled to be with a animal before, but the wetness running down her leg wasn't just wolf saliva anymore, and her body felt quite hot.
I watched Beth come back to the table I was on. She looked nerves, but she lowered her pants to the ground and put her snatch close to my nose. I started licking her, lapping at the fluids coming from the human. She pushed against my muzzle with a gasp, I curled my toung and inserted it into her. She gripped my ears and pulled my head against her harder and moaned. I ran my toung deeper to see what she tasted like further up, she tasted very good so far, and as I ran my toung back out I could feel Beth's knees nearly collapse. I ran my toung into her again, and the noise she made nearly deafened me. She seemed to be growling as she thrust against my toung. After only a minute or two of work I was reworded with Beth tensing around my toung and roaring, human juice coating my toung. She gripped my chest and laid her head next to mine as she rested and I cleaned the fluid from her slit and thighs.
I felt unsatisfied as my thick, hard cock throbbed, if I was going to pleasure her, she should at least cut my straps so I could take care of my needs. This was unnecessary, after a minute of rest Beth rose and walked to my tail. She grasped my wolfness in her hand and slowly started rubbing me up and down. My hips tried to move with her hand, but couldn't. I closed my eyes as the sensations washed through me, I had never felt this before. My breathing became irregular, coming in short gasps. Small spurts of pre came from my red tip and lubed me as she worked. I groaned and clinched as my body built up for my release. The feeling becoming painful as I controlled my pleasure, I wanted her too work harder then I had. I could no longer contain myself, my breathing stopped and I howled as liquid wolf shot into a rag Beth was holding. I cut my howl and let myself relax. Beth took a pain killer and sot it into my shoulder, then walked to the shower as I fell asleep.
This night happened more then once. When I was stable and I was no longer in danger of dying from blood poisoning I was put in a pen outside the clinic. I didn't growl or snap at the other humans that walked by, I even refrained from hurting the dogs that were put in with me. I didn't befriend any, I ignored them when they tried to speak with me, but I fought my instincts not to kill them. Beth made sure to visit me at night, and we shared the same intimacy as the first night of reverence.
Humans started coming around to look at me. I held still as they poked and prodded me, it was like they were shopping. I let them, I knew Beth wouldn't give we up. At least until a man came by on the twentieth day of my stay with the humans. He took one look at me and stepped inside the clinic to speak with Beth. Beth came out some time later with a wolf crate, a collar, and a leash. She put the black collar around my neck with a clasp, she gave me a quick hug, then led me into the crate. I didn't understand what was happening until the man lifted my crate off the ground and took me from the pen to his awaiting truck.
I couldn't believe she was leaving me, sorrow filled my heart. I howled to her, calling her name and begging her to take me back. I howled as the man started his truck and drove away. I watched the clinic fall away and cried for my pack to come back to me, she was me pack now, and once again I found myself the outcast.
The trip was long, the morning sun had set long ago when we arrived at a small hunting cabin in the woods. The place was secluded and comfortable looking, I was even beginning to forget Beth and her clinic. I could hear men talking inside the cabin, two different voices. The man from the truck, a tall one with a lot of muscle and long black hair, left the truck, grabbed my crate, and walked into the cabin.
It was warm inside the one room cabin. A bunk bed was pushed against on wall a small table by the opposing wall. Two more men were sitting at the table playing poker. The heavy man put my crate down.
"Terry, Ron, put those cards down and look at our new fighter." His voice was gruff and I could tell he was the alpha.
Tom was a tall man with hardly and muscle, he peered at me with interest. He opened his mouth and said, "A black wolf, most interesting."
Ron was a short man with dark skin and a lot of muscle, he walked up to me crate carrying a pole of some sorts. "Were did you find such a catch, Jerry?"
Jerry laughed, "He was in a clinic getting pampered by a vet."
Tom walked up with a set of leather straps, I started to get nerves. Ron inserted the poll through my crate bars and snagged a loop of wire around my neck. I pulled back as I felt the wire tighten around my. The more I fought the tighter it became, I wasn't stupid, I stopped fighting the wire and sat still. Ron opened the door and pulled me up to the bars as did so, I walked forward without resistance. When I was out of the crate Tom fit one strap from my left forefoot to the opposing hind foot, then did the same with the other. When he completed this task he put a muzzle over my snout and fit it securely, I couldn't open my mouth enough to drink, even if I needed to.
Jerry lifted me off the ground to were the bed was. I could see a very short lease connected to one of the high bars. Jerry connected me to this so I was forced to stand, a wall mirror showed me everything that was going on behind me.
Jerry lifted my tale and roughly fingered my wolf jewels, I yipped and tried to pull away, but couldn't move because of the leash. "Lets say we try him out before his first battle?" He laughed.
The other two came up behind him, tom grabbed my sheath and twisted viciously, I cried as my body was paralyzed by pain. The three men pulled off their cloths. Jerry pulled a bottle of something from under the bed. He put oil on his hand, wiped it on his erect cock and then gripped my thighs. The bed was low enough that Jerry had to squat slightly, I felt the rounded tip of his member tough my wolf hole and I cried, trying to buck and get away. The man moved his hands to my shoulders, held then firmly, and forced his throbbing cock into my tail hole. In one move the man buried himself completely. I cried and fought as hard as I could, not believing what was happening.
Jerry hilted himself waited a minute before pulling all the way out and hilting himself again in a forceful thrust. His moves sped up, the wolf fighting increasing the experience ten fold. He pulled out slowly each time, only to force himself back in with speed and determination. Hi worked the wolfs sheath and balls as he did so, unlike the dogs he had used, this wolf didn't grow hard, he just continued to fight as Jerry pounded into him. With each thrust Jerry started to speed up, the wolfs virgin hole not stretching like a dogs did and remaining virgin tight. All this brought Jerry to the edge quicker then usual.
The human was breathing heavily when I felt him tense. He buried himself as far as he could and I felt his hot liquid spray into me. I was now dominated, and I wanted nothing more then to die. I started to struggle again as tom rapped his arms around my chest. He wasn't as large as Jerry, and didn't go as deep, plus the cum lubricating better then the oil had. I still fought him with everything I could. By the time Tom added his cum to my loosening tail hole and Ron stepped in for the ride I stopped fighting and excepted it. When Ron pulled out I felt juice run down my sack and legs. I felt very weak and didn't protest when Jerry lifted me from the bed and shoved me back into the crate, my muzzle removed. I laid in the back of the crate and licked the dominance from my legs and wolf hole.
I was violated again in the middle of the night and several times throughout the next day. I no longer struggled, I was broken. I just cleaned up the shame when they were done with me.
I heard then talk many times about the dog fights and how the season was about to start. I didn't listen to them, I was brought here as a sex slave. Still, as the humans talked that day and through seven days after, I was compelled to listen. They mentioned several times about how I was to be the great fighter. Few people had wolves, they still didn't know I was half husky. That didn't matter, as the days passed I was fed nothing but dog meat and drank nothing but human cum. If I were to go into the fights I would pass out from malnourishment and be killed immediately.
I wallowed in self pity as the time went by. I could no longer remember how long I was kept on this schedule of sleep and rape. I forgot my pack completely, forgot what being a wolf was like, I even forgot the vet at the clinic. I became weak and was no longer tied up when the humans wanted to play, I just stood there, though my paws were still bound, my snout still muzzled. I began to believe this as the only way of life and started responding when they jerked my sheath and fondled my balls. I knew exactly when each one would release now, and I would already be at that point my self, spraying my juices with them, though I still didn't enjoy and minute of the treatment, it was easier if I just excepted.
After three months it was announced that the dog fights were about to start. After this I was treated violently, hit, pushed, and shocked with cattle prods. I was brought to the point of exquisite death so many times, but I never crossed over, forced to live in this hell even by the gods. Soon the dog fights did start, and I wasn't ready for them.