# My Royal Property

Author: ANO
Tags: Abduction, Age Play, Human, M/F, Rape, Wolf

First story, hope you like, kinda written wierd but I hope its ok  
BTW: 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.  
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Out of the back window he squirmed  
like the black slime of tar.  
His large mail sack of person seeming to seamlessly slime along with him.  
Wearing nothing less appropriate than a Richard Nixon mask.  
(Dr. Seuss he rhymed to his self) on his way to the car.  
He was robbing from the cradle. Stealing the innocence of youth. He was the king of cherry poppers.  
And, oh yes!, they were that young. And he was that despicable.  
Robbing those whose innocence he stole of their very lives as well.  
What would the girl in the sack do he thought.  
How he squirmed at thoughts of her reactions.  
  
But enough of that for now, into the trunk with her.  
She landed with a thick thud on the floor of the trunk.  
Breathing hard he heard the tears slowly stop after the dropping.  
He laughed at what would come later. He mused on.  
  

  Rolling down the street, humming to the radio  
Picking clumps of dirt out of his fur  
How the world has changed  
Buildings made of gray bricks  
  
An hour later the trunk kicked and jumped.  
On the country road. With only road kill to hear.  
Now she was awoke; now she ruined the fun. He stopped the car in a murky shadow  
How hard he hit the brake..she was out again.  
  
10 mins later he poke her with the hardest stick he could find  
tearing holes in the sack but surely not puncturing skin.  
She was awoke and began crying.  
He opened the sack with a delicacy of the moon.  
Allowing her head to pop out before re-tying the heavy knot.  
Like a small gift to himself.  
The most important kings daughter, after her 15th birthday  
Now she could be his morning star  
and once he had taken her rightfully, so right she would be his for life  
  
For they would not kill him unless they would kill her first.  
And she would not be killed, not the kings daughter Leslie  
So custom would reign. She would be his.  
  
Finally at his cabin he threw her on the floor.  
"First I have to be rough" he said "but later  
Softness will follow."  
  

  She had no idea what he meant  
she teared up to cry but held back  
as he tore the bag open. She was naked and exposed  
and so was he, his cock coming out of its sheath.  
And bulging at the end.  
  
The bright happy yellow but sinisterly slanted eyes of the thin werewolf  
Drooled over her as his regions prepared, and hers not ...  
Leslie felt his grip on her waist, lifting her in the air.  
Her legs flared as if to fight.  
He gently twisted her in the air and placed her on her knees.  
He drooled on her back thinking Doggie style  
  
And what was happening Leslie could not bear  
His rough, cold nose touching her passage  
Smelling her juices flowing  
He was compelled to taste  
  
He wet her passage and gave such good tongue fuck  
He felt her buckle and submit as his long rough tongue fondled her cherry  
Giving her next to orgasmic pleasure.  
Her juices sloshed and sweetened  
Making him swollen with need  
Her heat causing him to grow  
  
  
Her head snapped back and she tried to crawl away  
He had stopped and lined up his rod to penetrate her  
But he thought ahead and wrapped her  
hair around his hand she could not run.  
  

  Ramming his rod into her  
Past the cherry into the cervix he pushed  
Thoroughly embedding his knot and  
Filling her to oozing over with his cum  
He could hear her scream and felt her  
Involuntarily orgasming at least three times  
It made him come again and for each of her  
Filling her with spurt after spurt of hot cum  
he would not pull out  
she cried, trying to pull away and felt her cervix being pulled  
  
  
The door quaked and rattled as  
Metal men pushed it open with a bladed ram  
And they glanced the scene over  
....................................  
  
Leslie looked at them with hope in her eyes  
Glazed over and puffy red cheeks seemed to pout  
For help, begging to stop it all  
they began to laugh!!! How spoiled she had been  
spitting on guards and causing messes.  
Now she was a mess and they would not clean  
They pointed and smiled, a few became aroused  
  
The wolfs tongue lowed out his mouth  
Lazily dripping drool into her ass  
He lifted one leg and turned round  
Leaving her to enjoy his knot  
It pulled and twisted banging her clit, she came  
Right in front of the guards  
She was embarrassed  
  

  Precariously stuck ass to ass with the big bad wolf  
They, the guards, left, knowing the law and seeing only good.  
And now she was his bitch. Breed and true.  
She would eventually have his pups  
And be mated with at his pleasure  
  
Dripping cum, both hers and his  
She laid her head on the ground  
Drifting off in exhaustion  
The guards slowly left and the door creaked closed  
  
After an hour of sitting  
A loud pop was heard and the floor was covered in  
A white soup. She was loose and leaking  
  
Standing up, he towed over his prize  
His fluids leaking out, proud of his work  
He leaned down to whisper softly into her ear  
"That was just round one, my sweetness"  
She knew then that more nights would follow  
She was his property.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0jkY31