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The girl awoke when the first rays of dawn filtered through the forest canopy. First she was aware of the linen that clung to her with morning moisture. She felt the cold, damp earth, abrasive with leaves and twigs, on her exposed skin. With her first deep breath, she felt her throat expand against an unyielding collar around her neck. When she opened her eyes, she found that her thick leather collar was chained with crude iron rings to a tall wooden post, which was firmly planted in the middle of what appeared to be the Lycan communal area. Her new circular domain, circumscribed by the short run of her restraint, was surrounded by a fire basin, with recently extinguished charcoal, a pile of firewood, large cooking pots, and grinding stones for grain, all outside of her reach. Just beyond these communal implements stood a ring of inelegant huts, undoubtedly housing the sleeping wolves. She curled into a ball at the base of the post.

The noble girl did not want to begin contemplating what her captivity with the wolves would entail, and luckily her body provided ample discomforts as a distraction. Without her coat, the morning chill penetrated to her bones. She had only her soiled and ripped wool tunic left to her. The girl reached up to try and stretch the smothering collar away from her throat, but it was made of thicker leather than the breast collar of her caravan's draft horse. She noticed her hair had clumps of mud so large that twigs protruded from them. She tried to stand up, but was instantly reminded of her swollen, twisted ankle. So she sat in the mud, feeling the moisture saturating the once dry rump of her tunic.

She had never known cold like this. She was only introduced to what being cold really meant in this past week, as her guide lead her fruitlessly through the forest. Before she had only known cold as a chilling wind across her exposed face, protruding from her lacy bonnet, while she was tucked away in a carriage. Now she was exposed to real, bitter, convulsing numbness. If her father did not find her before winter, she would surely perish here. But she shouldn't be so defeatist, she thought, Peter was an experienced woodsman. He has probably had confrontations with Lycans before, especially if he knows these woods, she assured herself. Her father will assemble a militia, and Peter will lead them here, and kill every wolf that stands in their way.

The wolves were beginning to wake up now. She tried not to draw too much attention, and stared at the ground, motionless. The girl watched the gray forms move about in her peripheral vision. This was the first time she got a look at them during the day. They looked like tall humans, except covered in gray fur, and with the heads of wolves. They did not wear any clothes, but some wore a girdle so that they could suspend pouches. She noticed one of them cross into her circle, walking towards her. Her pale face flushed red, and she could feel her heart rate explosively accelerate.

The Lycan was a terrifying sight. He looked like a tall male human,except covered in gray fur, and with the head of a wolf. His feet were instead hind paws, and his hands were articulated, but padded and ending with claws. He did not wear any clothes, except for a girdle to suspend pouches. She had never seen a naked man before, but she suspected the grotesque dangling fuzzy orbs and furry protrusion sticking out of his crotch was another ungodly amalgamation of anatomy. He stopped a few feet from her and dropped a huge wooden bucket full of murky water into the mud, before impatiently turning and leaving.

After her heart slowed down, she timidly approached the bucket on hands and knees, uncoiling the chain behind her. She tried to pour some water over her filthy hands, but the bucket was so heavy she was afraid it could tip over if she tried. She chose instead to dip her less muddy face into the water. It tasted like dirt, but it filled her stomach, soothing her hunger. She curled up next to the bucket, idling sipping from it. It was the best distraction she had. She sat there for hours, watching the wolves milling grain, fletching arrows, and returning with from the landscape with wood.

A new discomfort came over her now. She just now realized how much water she was drinking. Her stomach felt distended and uncomfortable. This bucket was enormous, Peter's hunting dog could fit inside, and she had drunken a quarter of it.

Pressure was building up in her loins, and she didn't know how she would relieve herself. She knew these barbarians wouldn't have a latrine, so she would have to walk out into the forest. She barely spoke any commoner, and even if she communicated correctly, what if they decided to eat her for her insolence? She tried to ignore the situation for as long as she could. She did not want to bring one of those things near her. Procrastinating, she sat with her knees drawn to her chest for hours, which felt like months with her crotch aching for release. Her engorged bladder radiated throbbing pain through her belly, which began to feel like the worst cramps she had ever experienced. Eventually, with tears running down her cheeks, she capitulated.

She rocked forward onto her knees, wincing at the pressure on her bladder, and began to wave at an elderly shewolf. "I beg your pardon my lady!" she called, with a cracked voice. This phrase she had heard frequently, directed at her from peasants. The wolf stared at her, looking annoyed. "Please can you help me? Please?". An irritated voice from behind her asked in disjointed commoner, so heavily accented it sounded like a growl "What the fuck you want?" Startled she turned to see the same wolf that dropped bucket was towering over her, drooling and panting. Her face flushed red, and her mind went blank. After too much silence, he barked "What the FUCK you want?". "Please can you t-take me into the woods? I need p-privacy." She pleaded, stuttering. The wolf stared with steely eyes when she said nothing else.

"I need to make water." the girl whispered quietly. "...really badly." He turned around, looking annoyed, and started to walk away. "Sir, please! I will not run away!" she cried. The wolf continued to walk away, flicking his tail in irritation. The girl could barely hold it any more. She clamped her hand between her legs as a weak stream of warm urine escape down her thigh. I can't just relieve myself in the middle of their village, she thought. It was the middle of the day, and she was completely surrounded by wolves ambling about. Everyone would see her. The pain was getting intolerable. Her stomach was still full of water, and it's weight was resting on her bladder.

She knew now she had no other choice. She tried to crawl back to the pole while simultaneous clamping her thighs shut, so that she could use it to shield at least a sliver of her modesty. She thought if she squatted and pulled her tunic low enough, no one could see between her thighs. She grabbed onto the pole and tried to squat, but her ankle could not bare the weight. So the girl fell back into in the mud, and frantically pulled up her tunic so she could spread her legs. The linen ripped even more as it dragged against a sharp rock. Her hairy womanhood was revealed to the open air now, and her body trembled with shame and pain.

A powerful stream of perfectly clear urine exploded between her fingers as she pulled her hand away. The feeling of release sent waves of pleasure up her spine. She laid back and let out a low moan as she finally voided her bladder onto the post. Urine sprinkled back from the pole all over her, and began to puddle around her tunic, but she couldn't stop now. The girl pushed herself back away from the pole, and angled the stream away from it. She covered her face with her hands, and tried not to think about the spectacle she was making.

There seemed to be an endless amount of piss. No matter how hard she pushed, there was always more to come. She kept having to push herself farther away from the pole, as it's mound channeled a stream towards her. She could feel the blood rushing to her face out of embarrassment. When the stream finally weakened and ceased, she instinctively wanted to wipe her slit dry, but realized how pointless it was, as her tunic had wet spots all over it, and her legs were soaked. Now she couldn't rest with her back to the pole anymore. Shamefully, she rolled on her side, and tried to avoid noticing if any of the wolves reacted. The day passed by painfully slow, with very little to distract the girl from her situation.

She attempted to wash all the urine she could off herself, and lay as far from the puddle as she could, as she could not stand the smell. No wolf brought her food, and she had barely eaten the day before. They seemed to ignore her, and didn't want want to waste more resources than they had to. Am I livestock to them? Are they going to just eat me one day? Why don't they just get it over with! She thought bitterly to herself. The girl would sometimes be overwhelmed by despair, sobbing and shaking quietly. Eventually through lack of stimulation, she fell asleep.

She was awoken sometime during the night, to the sensation of something gently tugging on her hair. Crouching above her was a wolf she hadn't seen before, a young male adult with his ears raised inquisitively. She gasped and pushed herself away on her hands. He whispered something in Lycan, and grabbed her chain, reeling her back, while covering her mouth with his paw. She starred up at him in terror, with wide blue eyes, while breathing as fast as the collar would allow. “Don't run." he commanded in commoner. “Don't run." He straddled her, and rotated the collar around so that the fastening iron link was visible, and bent it open with a pair of crude pliers. He struggled to pull the link out of the leather with one paw, tightening the collar painfully into her already raw flesh. Once the collar fell open she gasped under his paw, filling her lungs to capacity. “Thank you." she said breathlessly. Did this wolf have enough humanity to make up for his packmates? Was he just going to let her go like this?

Without removing the paw over her mouth, the wolf growled something else in Lycan, and pulled her head back by her muddy hair, exposing her throat. She let out a muffled shriek and tried to push him off. With his free paw, he grabbed her by the bicep and twisted. “I don't need your arms" he growled in broken commoner. “I could just pop them out of their sockets". Her arms immediately went limp, and fresh tears began to glass her eyes. He buried his snout under her jaw, snorting in the scent. She could hear him snuffling intensely, louder than her heart was pounding, or her quick panicked breaths. She could feel his wet nose and sharp whiskers exploring every inch of her throat. She winced with the sensation of a long rough tongue slowly, indulgently tasting her neck, from her collarbone to her chin. “Please. Please stop." she begged, as she started to hyperventilate, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

The wolf came back for a second run, licking faster this time, pausing just over her exposed jugular vein on the side of her throat. He could feel her pulse with his tongue, her heart frantically pounding blood through that thick artery, just under the skin. Her heart was beating so fast he thought she might pass out from the stress, like a rabbit who struggles itself to death while caught in his jaws. Her hands were fists, clutching at her tunic and dead leaves beside her. Her teeth were gritted, and tears ran down the side of her face. She could feel him lick over the other jugular, and this time his canines dragged against her thin flesh. She pitifully whimpered at the sensation through his fingers. The human thought she might pass out now too, her vision narrowing, while a stream of urine began to involuntarily run from her slit.

The wolf slowly released her hair, and brought his face level with hers. She stared straight into his eyes, and could feel his moist breath on her face. “Do not make a sound." He didn't need to provide a threat this time. The paw withdrew from her mouth. He licked up along the length of her face. She closed her eye just in time for the rough tongue to slither over it. He licked over her lips and nose, his teeth catching on her nostril, and tasting every part of her face he could reach. He ran his tongue repeatedly over her tender cheeks, and the soft skin of her eyelids, licking up her tears.

She clamped her mouth and eyes shut, and wished he would just end it, whether that meant leaving or ripping her throat out, she just couldn't stand it. His reeking saliva filled her nostrils, and clung to every part of her face and neck. Finally he paused. She cautiously opened her eyes. His snout was inches from hers. His ears lay flat, relaxed. “You have no fur. Do you know how delicious you are?" he whispered into her ear. “You cannot know how good you taste."

He put his snout over her mouth, sideways, like he was attempting to kiss. He forcefully shoved his tongue into her lips, trying to penetrate them. She mewled, and tried to close her mouth as hard as she could. He grabbed her chin, and forced her jaw open. His tongue plunged inside, and began violating her mouth. She gagged, and instinctively tried to push him away. Her hand sunk into the fur on his chest, he didn't notice her efforts. The male's fur felt like a dogs, except her father's dogs were never this dirty. His was matted, sticky, and far more coarse.

His long tongue explored inside, running along her teeth and the inside of her cheeks. He licked under her own tongue, as she tried to pull it into the back of her mouth. Her nose and now mouth were full of his rancid, thick saliva, which tasted worse than it smelled, like old meat and stale sweat. She squirmed under him, bucking her hips and trying to move her head, as much protest as she dared to give. She let out a long, uncomfortable whine into his mouth. She could have bitten his tongue off at this point, but she knew it would end her life.

Both of their saliva was beginning to pool in the back of her mouth, and she had the urge to swallow. She had to to wait until he was done. The thought of swallowing any part of him made her nauseous. He continued to taste her insides for longer than she could bare. Her mouth was full of their saliva now, and she started to retch. The Lycan quickly pulled his face off. She rotated her head, so she could spit, but the wolf grabbed it, and clamped her nose and mouth shut. "What's the matter? Don't you like my taste as well?" She gagged and squirmed, while staring at him with hate filled eyes. The wolf waited for the girl to swallow loudly three times, watching her throat bulge with his contents, before he released her air passages. She dry retched, but her stomach had nothing solid to expel.

"Just eat me already!" she dared him, between gagging. "Just get it over with!" The wolf smiled for a moment, and placed his paw back over her mouth. Her eyes widened. A snarl, and he violently, startlingly, plunged his head down, enveloping her throat with his jaws. She screamed uncontrollably, squeezing her eyes shut, and finally lost consciousness. The wolf released her throat from his gentle embrace, leaving light pink marks where his teeth had been. He could see the veins on her temple pulse frantically through her thin, light skin, and could feel her small primate heart exploding out of her chest with his paw. Rising off of her, he chuckled. The wolfs male organ drooled in frustration. After affixing her collar, he returned to his hut to sleep.

She awoke at dawn again. She immediately felt at her neck, expecting some sort of wound. Instead her collar shrouded her sticky, dried saliva covered throat. Her face was still covered in it too, and her thighs were soaked with terror induced yellow stains. She wanted desperately to wash his stench off, but what was left in the bucket had almost evaporated. She rubbed at her face with dirt and mud, and tried to scrub under her collar as well. She couldn't get rid of it, every breath she took was full of his scent, a reminder.

Later in the day, the girl observed a hunting pack returning from their expedition, and the whole village sprung to life to process the kill. Three boars were the catch, and once they had been pulled apart, the she could smell them cooking, and hear the fat crackling. Nothing had ever smelled so arousing to her. She extended her chain, and got as close to the fire pit as possible. She waited patiently, hoping someone would notice she needed to be fed. After several hours, every wolf seemed to have claimed a piece. Daylight was dying, and a few wolves lingered to salt what was left. A young adult female wolf, with scars of furless skin across her belly was carving off the bone. Hunger pangs finally got the best of the girl.

“I haven't eaten in four days" the human girl pleaded. “If you wolves care if I am here tomorrow, you must give me some!".

“What do you have to trade?" The shewolf asked, smirking. She spoke surprising competent commoner.

“Please, I am so hungry!".

The wolf plunged her knife in the boar, and walked over, towering over the girl. “How will you contribute to the kill?"

“I could help you carve it, or I could clean up after-"

“How are you going to do that? Didn't the little monkey snap her ankle?" The wolf chuckled.

The girl just stared up, looking frustrated.

“Well I guess you have nothing to offer me." she said, turning around.

“Ill give you my tunic." the human finally said, begrudgingly.

The shewolf bent over her, sniffing. “Why would I even want something like that. It's soaked with your piss and smells like a male."

“You know I have nothing else!" the human snapped at her.

“I think you know its worthless. Do you just want to show off? Are you in heat?"

“f-fuck you." The girl only knew of a few curses in commoner, and had never uttered one before now.

“Well hand it over then, give me a show." The shewolf said, stretching out a paw.

The human had half a mind to refuse, but knew she had no other choice. “You swear you will feed me?"

The Lycan crouched down, and put her muzzle right up to the human's flat face “I don't have to do anything"

With venomous eyes, the girl started to pull up at her tunic. The linen seemed to have more tears then stitches at this point, and she only had to pull it away from herself. She unceremoniously revealed her pale, sun protected furless body to the shewolf. She tried to hold an arm over her breasts, as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. She thrust the bundled damp linen into the wolf's chest.

“Did you think I enjoyed that?" the shewolf asked, smiling. She reached out and groped one of the humans milky white breasts, ignoring the tunic. “Why bother covering up. No male would ever want tits these small!"

The girl slapped her paw away, her face flushing bright red. She was speechless.

The wolf grabbed the tunic, and started to shred it with her claws. “This was very stupid of you, human. Did you forget you have no fur?"

She started to cry, she wanted nothing more than to stop, but the sobs started to overtake her. She covered her face, and tried as hard as she could to hide it from this sadistic bitch. She waited for a cruel remark to come. The sound of the ripping linen faded away, and the smell of boar filled her nostrils. She felt something warm and greasy land in her lap. A fatty rind lay on her thigh, and a moment later it was being shredded in the girls mouth. She quickly shifted to a kneeling position so she could cram fat into her mouth with both hands. she chewed so fast she choked on every swallow. The shewolf crouched in front of her, watching. The human shredded the tough gristle so fast she bit her fingers and tongue numerous times, but never slowed down until she had choked down the last bite.

“Aww did the ape like that?"

“Please more!". Tears and shiny grease mixed on the sides of her mouth.

"Are you expecting the whole kill? You need to give me something else."

"What could I possibly give you!" the girl snarled, frustrated. The shewolf walked back, and returned, unbelievably, with more gristle.

"Thank you so much, thank you!" She said, holding both hands out.

"You have to promise to do what I say from now on, no matter what."

"Yes! I promise!"

"Anything?"

"Yes!" The girl said, enthusiastically nodding with both palms outstretched. The shewolf sat cross legged, and dropped the scraps next to her. The human got a full view between her legs now, and saw a strange sleeve like opening, much unlike her own.

A voice called out over the village in Lycan, and the shewolf barked back irritably. A couple of male wolves enter the circle, and start conversing heatedly in Lycan with the female. The girl realized how exposed she was, and tried to cover her breasts again. “They are asking why I am giving the monkey so much meat. You had better work for it" One of the males reached down and grabbed at the human's strange long hair. She recoiled away, and they exchanged remarks in Lycan, laughing amongst each other.

"Crawl over here." The girl obeyed, and started to reach for the scraps. The shewolf grabbed her arm with her claws. "No! You will not touch those unless I give them to you." She chided. The Lycan grabbed the chain and pulled the girl into her lap. The wolf spread her legs, and forced the humans head down. “Lick it until I tell you to stop." The girl was staring at the Lycan's strangely puffy, engorged sleeve. Her crotch smelled awful, worse than the male wolves' saliva.

“Please, can't I do something else?" she asked, looking up at her, and the males standing over her, giggling. The shewolf rolled her eyes, and shoved the girls face into her crotch, forcefully this time. The human felt mucus wipe across her lips.

The bitch bent down and whispered in her ear “They came over here for your scraps, and I might just hand them over." The girl quickly lapped over the wolf's entrance, cringing at the disgusting taste. “Deeper, stupid monkey" She sheepishly stuck her tongue into the sleeve. “Alright, nevermind. They have longer tongues anyway." The wolf pushed her away, and started to get up.

“Wait!" the girl screamed instinctively in the noble tongue. Grabbing at the fur on her thigh, she buried her face into the wolf's crotch, and sucked the engorged sleeve into her mouth, trusting her tongue in as far as it would go.

“Do not get your paws near me" She said disdainfully, as she pushed the human's hands off her thighs. The girl awkwardly but energetically swirled her tongue inside opening. The taste was nauseating, but she tried to ignore it. She noticed how much warmer the wolf's body was than her own, with her face between the blood filled thighs. It was pleasantly comforting with the cold evening air enveloping the rest of her bare body. “I'm getting bored here"

The girl put a hand on the wolf's stomach, and pushed back, so she could get her mouth closer to the Lycan's sex. She started to flick her tongue vigorously over the top of the baggy entrance, roughly corresponding to where her own slit was most sensitive. She felt the wolf tense up in response, and knew she was onto something. The males above started chuckling and commenting in Lycan again. She slathered the protruding nub and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. After long enough she heard the shewolf let out a stifled moan, and could feel her sex engorging even further, protruding and warming with blood. The girl heard the Lycan whine softly through her stomach, and felt her tailhole tensing up. With strategic timing, the human released the sleeve from her mouth with an audible slurp and looked up. The shewolf was squeezing her eyes shut, and playing with her engorged puffy nipples. “You can't stop now." she said weakly and breathlessly. She grabbed her by the collar and pulled down.

“I wont stick my tongue out until I get food." the girl said matter-of-factually. The wolf shoved a scrap into the human's mouth, while impatiently rubbing her own clit. The girl leaned back and sat cross-legged while gnawing on the gristle, still attached to a bone. She noticed the bitch lean close to her, but was solely focused on devouring her morsel. Suddenly, she felt a finger callously stick up her exposed canal.

“Are you getting wet, you little slut?" The girl gasped at the sudden violation and wriggled away, closing her legs. No one had touched her there before, and she had never put anything that far inside.

“N-no!" She tried to say with a mouth full of pork fat. Her pale face filled with blood, giving her embarrassment away.

The shewolf rubbed the strands of arousal between her fingers. “You are sopping wet! She is actually getting off on this!" She tells the males something in Lycanish, and the wolves share a guffaw.

“I am absolutely not!" The primate expounds after swallowing, clamping her thighs shut.

“Show us then, show it to us." the shewolf challenged.

“I don't have to show you anything"

“You promised you would do any-"

“Maybe I have enough pork now. Maybe I don't care what you want anymore." She said, relishing in the power. The shewolf jumps to her feet and steps over the human. She tries to stand up, but the wolf grabs her by the collar and yanks her head to the ground. The Lycan sits on the girls chest, her tail wagging on the humans face. Slowly, the wolf slides her ass back until she is sitting on the girls face, and holding her stomach down with her paws. “Lick, bitch." The girl tries to shove her off, but feels claws rake across her stomach. Squirming with pain, she stuck her tongue into the wolf's sex again. The wolf shifted up, and dragged her tailhole in line with the girl's mouth. “You'll have to earn that honor again." The human tried to wait her out, but felt sharp claws in more sensitive places this time. She licked at the tight ring of muscle with her eyes closed, trying to pretend it was something else that tasted like sweaty dirt. The wolf started rubbing her own sex enthusiastically, grinding her tailhole over the flat furless face.

“Good, now finish me off." The wolfess shifted herself back so her cunt was over over the girls mouth. Relieved at the change, the girl started sucking the full length of the engorged sleeve to the back of her mouth, while stimulating the sensitive nub with her teeth. The Lycan started to moan openly, and humped at her living seat. She started to squeeze the human's pink nipples, quite uncomfortably. The shewolf finally started to whine uncontrollably, and furiously grinded against the stimulating tongue. With a shuddering, back arching crescendo, she clamped her thighs around the human's face. The wolf's kegel's clenched, and she shot a bolt of viscous ejaculate into the back of the ape's mouth. The human mewled at the sensation, and pushed away at the dripping, spasming sleeve with her tongue. Before she could close her mouth, the wolf fed her another, and then another glob of cum.

The wolf, finally sated, dismounted her face, and sat on her chest again. She gasped as deeply as the collar let her, and tried to spit out all the thick grool.

“I bet you liked that, didn't you furless?" The girl feels a paw try to reach into her crotch, and she clamps her thighs shut as hard as she can. The wolf giggles and forcefully pulls one of the humans legs away.

“I did everything you asked" She pleads, kicking. The shewolf leans down and sniffs at her her most private area. Her sex is puffy and red, and an obvious trail of foamy drool streaked down her loins.

“Look at this, your little slit is gushing!". The wolfess rubs roughly over her entrance with her padded fingertips, scooping up a glob of mucus. The wolf rotates around, and shoves her dripping paw into the girl's face. “You enjoyed that more than I did!"

“You're wrong!" Her voice trembling with shame. “You couldn't be more revolting. Do you even bother to clean yourse-"

The Lycan pushes her slicked fingers into the human's mouth mid-sentence, making her taste her own salty arousal.

“At least I didn't get sopping wet from cleaning a tailhole with my tongue. If you're a good monkey, I might let you taste it again." The human pulls the paw out of her mouth, and spits all over the wolf's coat.

“You c-can't choose when you get excited either! Look at you, you're in season like a dog. You have no control over your body!" She said scornfully.

After a pause, the female leans down, and whispers to her. “Do you know why the males won't touch you?"

“What are you talking about?"

“The alpha has claimed you. No other male may breed you. You are going to be his bitch, and carry his litter." The girl stared up at her, speechless.

“You are always in season, always receptive. The alpha doesn't have to wait for a cycle. You can produce hundreds of his young. That is why you will be his." The human's eyes widened in horror. “But that doesn't mean I won't mark you." The wolf raised her hips, and reached down to aim her vulva.