{"sf1_id":5133,"sf2_id":"Rm0jkY31","title":"My Royal Property","author":"ANO","words":956,"posted_at":"2005-03-18T16:59:00.000Z","tags":["Abduction","Age Play","Human","M/F","Rape","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5133-my-royal-property","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0jkY31","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4c/b2/4cb2e887-f3f6-4aa6-bfb8-b64d33563efd","description":"","content":"First story, hope you like, kinda written wierd but I hope its ok  \nBTW: NO minors. If you are a straight mnor reading this you are a fag. And not in the gay sense in the bad sense. Again NO MINORS.  \n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_  \nOut of the back window he squirmed  \nlike the black slime of tar.  \nHis large mail sack of person seeming to seamlessly slime along with him.  \nWearing nothing less appropriate than a Richard Nixon mask.  \n(Dr. Seuss he rhymed to his self) on his way to the car.  \nHe was robbing from the cradle. Stealing the innocence of youth. He was the king of cherry poppers.  \nAnd, oh yes!, they were that young. And he was that despicable.  \nRobbing those whose innocence he stole of their very lives as well.  \nWhat would the girl in the sack do he thought.  \nHow he squirmed at thoughts of her reactions.  \n  \nBut enough of that for now, into the trunk with her.  \nShe landed with a thick thud on the floor of the trunk.  \nBreathing hard he heard the tears slowly stop after the dropping.  \nHe laughed at what would come later. He mused on.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rolling down the street, humming to the radio  \nPicking clumps of dirt out of his fur  \nHow the world has changed  \nBuildings made of gray bricks  \n  \nAn hour later the trunk kicked and jumped.  \nOn the country road. With only road kill to hear.  \nNow she was awoke; now she ruined the fun. He stopped the car in a murky shadow  \nHow hard he hit the brake..she was out again.  \n  \n10 mins later he poke her with the hardest stick he could find  \ntearing holes in the sack but surely not puncturing skin.  \nShe was awoke and began crying.  \nHe opened the sack with a delicacy of the moon.  \nAllowing her head to pop out before re-tying the heavy knot.  \nLike a small gift to himself.  \nThe most important kings daughter, after her 15th birthday  \nNow she could be his morning star  \nand once he had taken her rightfully, so right she would be his for life  \n  \nFor they would not kill him unless they would kill her first.  \nAnd she would not be killed, not the kings daughter Leslie  \nSo custom would reign. She would be his.  \n  \nFinally at his cabin he threw her on the floor.  \n\"First I have to be rough\" he said \"but later  \nSoftness will follow.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She had no idea what he meant  \nshe teared up to cry but held back  \nas he tore the bag open. She was naked and exposed  \nand so was he, his cock coming out of its sheath.  \nAnd bulging at the end.  \n  \nThe bright happy yellow but sinisterly slanted eyes of the thin werewolf  \nDrooled over her as his regions prepared, and hers not ...  \nLeslie felt his grip on her waist, lifting her in the air.  \nHer legs flared as if to fight.  \nHe gently twisted her in the air and placed her on her knees.  \nHe drooled on her back thinking Doggie style  \n  \nAnd what was happening Leslie could not bear  \nHis rough, cold nose touching her passage  \nSmelling her juices flowing  \nHe was compelled to taste  \n  \nHe wet her passage and gave such good tongue fuck  \nHe felt her buckle and submit as his long rough tongue fondled her cherry  \nGiving her next to orgasmic pleasure.  \nHer juices sloshed and sweetened  \nMaking him swollen with need  \nHer heat causing him to grow  \n  \n  \nHer head snapped back and she tried to crawl away  \nHe had stopped and lined up his rod to penetrate her  \nBut he thought ahead and wrapped her  \nhair around his hand she could not run.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ramming his rod into her  \nPast the cherry into the cervix he pushed  \nThoroughly embedding his knot and  \nFilling her to oozing over with his cum  \nHe could hear her scream and felt her  \nInvoluntarily orgasming at least three times  \nIt made him come again and for each of her  \nFilling her with spurt after spurt of hot cum  \nhe would not pull out  \nshe cried, trying to pull away and felt her cervix being pulled  \n  \n  \nThe door quaked and rattled as  \nMetal men pushed it open with a bladed ram  \nAnd they glanced the scene over  \n....................................  \n  \nLeslie looked at them with hope in her eyes  \nGlazed over and puffy red cheeks seemed to pout  \nFor help, begging to stop it all  \nthey began to laugh!!! How spoiled she had been  \nspitting on guards and causing messes.  \nNow she was a mess and they would not clean  \nThey pointed and smiled, a few became aroused  \n  \nThe wolfs tongue lowed out his mouth  \nLazily dripping drool into her ass  \nHe lifted one leg and turned round  \nLeaving her to enjoy his knot  \nIt pulled and twisted banging her clit, she came  \nRight in front of the guards  \nShe was embarrassed  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Precariously stuck ass to ass with the big bad wolf  \nThey, the guards, left, knowing the law and seeing only good.  \nAnd now she was his bitch. Breed and true.  \nShe would eventually have his pups  \nAnd be mated with at his pleasure  \n  \nDripping cum, both hers and his  \nShe laid her head on the ground  \nDrifting off in exhaustion  \nThe guards slowly left and the door creaked closed  \n  \nAfter an hour of sitting  \nA loud pop was heard and the floor was covered in  \nA white soup. She was loose and leaking  \n  \nStanding up, he towed over his prize  \nHis fluids leaking out, proud of his work  \nHe leaned down to whisper softly into her ear  \n\"That was just round one, my sweetness\"  \nShe knew then that more nights would follow  \nShe was his property.  \n  \n  \n\n"}