Sheep 1
#1 of Sheep
Sometimes, despite my near infinite respect for him, Grey terrifies me.I got an email from him this morning, sent at 2 am. All it said was:
"Mary is a little lamb, her fleece once white as snow, then one day disaster came, and now she's a little ho'.
Edit, format, post.
P.S. more to come."
The following story was attached, and all it was was a literal block of text, no paragraphs or anything, and filled with a disturbing amount of spelling mistakes, but otherwise almost perfect grammar. After I'd finished formatting, I reread it and wondered what the hell must be going on in his head for him to write something like this. The reason because, for as long as I've known him, he's had an extreme hatred towards any kind of non-consensual sex, bordering on violent sometimes. I don't really know the details, but it scares me to think what kind of mindset he'd have to be in to write something like this, and to want it posted publically. I know he's used rape or attempted rape as a plot device before, but as far as I know he's never written anything focussing specifically on it. But enough of my ramblings, here's the story, which I hope I've formatted and edited decently. Enjoy, if you're into this kind of thing :S
-Black
Mary yawned as she sat up in the bed she shared with her older sister, blinking sleepily as she looked around the room in confusion. The lamb froze when she saw one of the other girls from the village staring at her, an eerie smile on her face. Mary scampered back across the sleeping form of her sister, who moaned sleepily as she sat up, staring at the terrified girl in confusion.
"What's going on, Mary?" she asked, turning to look at the other girl, who had walked to the edge of the bed, suddenly grabbing her sister's wrist, making the sheep cry out in pain as she was forced down onto the bed.
Mary watched in terror as the smaller girl pinned her sister, the much larger ewe futilely struggling beneath her, the girl suddenly leaning down and pressing their lips together, Mary's sister quickly falling still as her eyes fluttered closed. Breaking the kiss, the girl stood over her sister, Mary watching as the older girl suddenly snapped her eyes back open, the normally dark brown orbs now tinged with green. The same smile spread across her sister's face as Mary shrieked, just barely dodging the older girl's hand as she tried to grab her, falling to the floor as she scrambled out of the room, the two motionlessly watching her from the bed.
Still screaming, Mary burst out of their cottage, skidding to a halt as she stared in horror at her own mother, her night gown thrown lewdly back over her bent legs as she squatted over one of the young rams, his face a picture of bliss as the older ewe pumped up and down on top of him, the same demented smile as the other two stretched across her mouth. A creak from behind her made Mary spin around, tripping backwards as the other two girls emerged from the house, her sister immediately heading towards the pinned ram, the other girl walking slowly towards Mary.
With a sudden gasp, the ram bucked up under her mother, his body visibly changing as his muscles seemed to shrink beneath his skin, the older ewe rising off of him as her sister immediately positioned herself in the exact same way her mother had been. Mary screamed as the teen thrust down, a dark red stain spreading out over the ram's crotch, his gaunt face twisting into a look of forced pleasure. Pushing herself back, Mary screamed again as her hand bumped into something, the brittle, dried up corpse unmistakeable to the young girl.
"Daddy! No, Daddy!" she sobbed, pushing herself away until her back pressed against the wall of the next-door cottage, "Someone save me! Please, someone save me!"
"Join us..." the words seemed to float on the wind, the terrified lamb staring as the numerous shadowy figures emerged from the darkness, most of them people she recognised, and all of them female, their mouths moving in perfect synchronisation as they spoke, "Join us..."
Mary leapt to her feet and, wearing only a flimsy cotton night gown, ran out of the town, tears streaming down her face as she stumbled, pulling herself back upright as she continued to flee into the endless darkness around the village.
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"Hey, come look here!" the unfamiliar voice woke Mary up as she pushed herself weakly off the floor, looking up at the two towering wolves in front of her, a viscous grin on one's face, "I found a little lost lamb!"
Looking around quickly, Mary could only assume that some time during the night she had run off the edge of the main road and fallen down the nearby embankment into this small wooded area. Looking up hopefully, she prayed that the two males would aid her.
"H-help me..." Mary croaked as she tried to stand, her legs giving out as she collapsed to the ground again, the dry leaves below her crackling.
"Hmm? The first wolf hummed, looking down at the lamb for a while before breaking out into another wide grin, "Okay, but nothing's free these days, Lamby."
Pushing herself up onto her knees, Mary looked down at the grubby cotton night dress, already in tatters as she had run through a patch of brambles the night before. Looking pleadingly up at the wolf, she held out her hands.
"I have nothing," she whispered, her voice still raw from the constant screaming of the night before.
"Well then, if you can't pay us, then you'll have to give us a service," the wolf chuckled, glancing over at his friend as he tugged at his belt, the innocent lamb unsure of what he meant.
"But what can I do?" she coughed, gasping suddenly when a rough furred hand grabbed night gown, lifting the thin fabric over her head before tossing it to the side.
"More than you know!" the wolf cackled as he pulled down his pants, the thick ebony shaft bouncing out making Mary's eyes go wide as he suddenly lunged forwards, grabbing the lamb and forcing her to the ground, a hand roughly rubbing at her crotch as he grinned, "Figured, you're bone dry! Wouldn't want to go tearing you apart too soon, so we'll need some lubrication first!"
"Lubri-?" Mary stared, gasping when he suddenly grabbed her head, forcing her face around to his shaft, the terrified lamb staring at the rod of meat in confusion.
"Start licking," the wolf growled, smiling menacingly as she complied, running her tongue gently over the throbbing member, "Use as much spit as you got in you, you little slut!"
Mary shivered at the word, even though she didn't know what it meant, she could realise that it was a bad thing. She watched in amazement as, slowly, the base of the shaft began to expand, forming a bulge that was almost twice the thickness of the original. Mary froze when the wolf suddenly pinched her nose, forcing the lamb to open her mouth to breath, choking violently when he forced the rod of flesh into her mouth, the tip pressing painfully against the back of her throat, making her gag and cough.
The spasming of her throat was enough to push the wolf over the edge, the male howling as he suddenly thrust forwards, his knot slipping between her jaws, locking him in place as he came directly down her throat, the lamb digging her fingers into the soft earth as she fought for breath, a bitter, salty taste flooding her mouth as a strange liquid heat slid down into her stomach. Just as it felt like she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the wolf yanked his shaft painfully from her jaw, the lamb cough violently as globs of a thick, white goo oozed down her chin. Looking up in terror, she tried to scream again as she saw the other wolf standing nearby, his own member standing proudly from his crotch.
Scrambling backwards, she sobbed as the first wolf grabbed her by the ankle, easily lifting the exhausted lamb into the air, the girl hanging limply as he sniffed at her crotch before suddenly licking it, the child twitching as he forced his tongue between her virgin lips, strange sensations sparking through her body. Seemingly satisfied with his work, the wolf dropped Mary to the floor, kneeling behind her as the other wolf walked around in front, still only watching inquisitively. Mary shivered as she felt the padded hands lift her rear up slightly, spreading her legs as something pressed against her slit.
The pain rocketed through her small frame, the wolf hilting in her in one fluid motion, their hips slamming together audibly as his shaft penetrated her right through to her womb, her virginity gone, her cervix all but destroyed. Mary shivered as the pain slowly began to fade, her eyes going wide as she suddenly found herself being lifted up, the second wolf kneeling in front of her with his shaft presented. Knowing what to do now, Mary began licking the member, the wolf holding the sides of her head and pushing the rod straight into her mouth.
Thankfully, the second wolf's rod was smaller than the first, but that didn't mean it was any more comfortable, the lamb coughing slightly as the tip pressed against the back of her throat, making her gag. Unsure of what to do next, she began running her tongue along the bottom of the shaft, the wolf moaning and petting her head as she did so, a pleasured look on his face. Mary froze when she felt the wolf behind her move, the pain that had faded to a dull ache now suddenly back as he pulled himself almost totally from her torn and stretched tunnel, leaving the lamb feeling strangely empty.
The next thrust slammed her forwards into the second wolf's crotch, his balls slapping against her chin as the first began to pump into her, the pain making her eyes roll back in her head. The two wolves began moaning and growling as the bases of their shafts began to swell, the one in her mouth catching behind her teeth again, forcing her jaw open painfully as the wolf continued to thrust, though the lamb was more worried about the one at the back, which she could feel bumping against her bloodied lips with each thrust. Surely the wolf wasn't planning on forcing something so big inside of her.
Her answer came when the two wolves howled simultaneously, the first gripping her hips tightly as he thrust forwards, his claws digging into her flesh as he forced the massive knot into her, the walls of her tunnel slowly stretching to accommodate its massive girth. The pain was so excruciating Mary barely even noticed when the second wolf forced her jaw open slightly more, pulling her shaft from her mouth as he sprayed his load onto her face, the thick, white slime shooting directly into one of her eyes as Mary gasped and choked for breath.
The lamb watched in morbid fascination as the bright red shaft sprayed shot after shot of the thick ooze, the wolf aiming it as the streams splashed across her back and head, covering her front half in the foul smelling liquid. She could only imagine that something similar must be happening inside of her as the first wolf continued to thrust slightly, his knot locked firmly in her tormented walls, tugging painfully with each movement. The lamb could feel a searing heat flooding her stomach, filling her up as she her skin began to stretch, her belly bulging out lewdly with the sheer volume the wolf was pumping into her.
Mary's ears twitched when she heard the first wolf say something to the second, her mind and body too tired to understand until she saw him grab his now limp shaft, running his hand along it several times until it was once again rock hard. Mary shivered as she watched him disappear behind her, bleating quietly in surprise when her hind quarters were suddenly hoisted into the air, the first wolf standing up. A sudden popping sensation, followed by an audible squelch left the exhausted lamb looking up as the white ooze bubbled out of her tortured hole, the second wolf quickly plugging the flow with his own member.
The first wolf said something again, the second looking at him in what seemed to be shock, before nodding submissively. Mary gasped as she was suddenly swivelled around on the thick rod so she was held tightly against the second wolf's chest, the first standing behind her as he rubbed his member. Lifting a soaked paw, he smeared some of the liquid that had gathered between her legs when he had pulled out between her butt cheeks, forcing a finger unceremoniously into the hole, making Mary twitch violently, the only reaction her exhausted body could give.
Pulling the invading digit free, the wolf stepped up behind her, the second one letting her fall back against the first's chest as he lifted her legs, the first positioning the tip of his shaft against Mary's already aching tail hole. Just as before, the thrust came without warning, hilting the massive black rod into her rear as Mary shivered her eyes rolling back in her head again as she began foaming at the mouth, her mind shutting down as the two began to thrust into her, quickly falling into a rhythm as the girl flopped limply between them. It didn't take them long before the two howled again, pumping more of the thick slime into her stomach, her belly now swollen enough to make her look pregnant.
Barely conscious, Mary was aware that the wolves had their way with her several more times before the first finally seemed sated. However, instead of just pulling out of her beaten and torn hole, he had the second wolf walk with him over to their packs, where he pulled out an apple and a small glass bottle. Flipping the girl around again, so that she hung upside down between them, he pulled his shaft from her ragged vagina, quickly forcing the apple, almost as large as his knot, into the hole to seal it shut, before doing the same with the bottle in her rear, leaving the neck poking out. Pulling out a water skin, the wolf carefully filled the bottle before replacing the cap, taking a step back to admire his handy work.
Mary watched as the wolf grinned at her, left propped up upside down against a tree, her stomach so swollen it looked like she was about to have triplets, semen and mud spattering her once white fleece as the apple and bottle poked almost comically from her ragged orifices. Looking around, he grabbed her ragged night gown, tossing it onto her chest before taking his member in hand, giving a pleasurable sigh as the stream of golden liquid splashed down onto her, the second wolf copying him, the two covering her in their scents before grabbing their clothes and packs and disappearing back up the embankment onto the main road.
Mary shivered as she watched them walk away, knowing full well that the only place they could be heading was her old home. Eyes growing heavy, she forgot the wolves as she let sleep take her.
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A bitter scent filled her nose as Mary woke up, her entire body aching as she tried to shift in her bed, falling over sideways as her swollen stomach swung about. Shivering, the lamb suddenly remembered everything. Pushing herself onto her knees, she tentatively reaching a hand down to her aching crotch, her fingers finding the top of the apple. Gritting her teeth, Mary gasped as she gripped the fruit and pulled it from her aching hole, moaning as her stomach suddenly began to shrink, the wolves semen spraying out onto the floor like some disgusting, lewd fountain, the liquid soaking the ground around her. Reaching around behind her, she gritted her teeth again, pulling the small bottle of water from her rear, the thick white ooze spraying out of her again as she looked at the semen soaked food.
Her stomach growling noisily, Mary closed her eyes and bit into the apple, overjoyed to find that, apart from the coating on the outside, the apple was as delicious and sweet as it should be. Devouring it, she unscrewed the cap on the bottle of water and drained it all, before looking in amazement at its size, the bottle almost the same length and slightly wider than her own arm. Shaking her head, the lamb got unsteadily to her feet, picking up her fallen night-gown, the still damp fabric stained yellow with the wolves' urine, before pulling it on, hoping for what little protection it could give.
Turning away from the massive puddle of semen that had been, until recently, inside of her, she walked awkwardly towards the road, scrambling up the embankment and looking down the long expanse of dirt, watching as the sun began to sink below the horizon. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled, and Mary quickly set of in the opposite direction.