The Wolves of the North - Captured
Story by Scan on SoFurry
I had an idea and wrote it down, a while ago. No idea if it continues.
Like so many places on the planet, the vast wilderness of northern Canada gives the impression of being tamed and safe, as it is nicely mapped out. However, that impression is deceptive – it is a country of nothing but forests, horizon to horizon.
It has a certain allure and has attracted many an adventurous hiker and lone wanderer, and the not-occasional fool who believes that walking a trail on Vancouver Island is qualification to try the forests next, where no trail exists. Once you lose sight of the way, not even your fancy smartphone can help.
“I haven’t had any phone reception for hours! And the GPS is also cutting out. It shows us in a circle as big as Connecticut.”
Amy just replied with an annoyed sigh. She had heard that on repeat for some time now. “We’ll be fine, I just need to find that wobbly tree again.”
Rosie looked around in the forest. “Easy, there’s one there, there and – oh look, over there too.” She stopped in her tracks. “You said we can’t get lost with a smartphone. Well, neither of us have any idea where we are, and my battery is dying.”
Amy climbed up on a rock and tried to get a look around. Nothing but trees.
They had left the car behind to take a small, two-hour hike. The trail was mapped out – they had found it somewhere on the Internet. The two girls had intended to spend the short break after college just experiencing the open lands of northern Canada.
Even in summer, it is a bit chilly so close to the mountains. The trail had quickly given way to a less-than-obvious pathway through the thick woods, over roots and under rocky archways. It was stunning and beautiful.
And quite distracting. Amy and Rose had passed some signs and overgrown fences over an hour ago: “Tribal border, do not cross.” “Trespassers will not be tolerated.” And even the handwritten warning: “Enter at your own risk.” All repeated in French.
Now, several miles into the endless green, the girls realised they had bitten off a little more than they could chew. Trees blocked their line of sight in every direction. All hope of finding their car was gone without a working GPS.
Amy dropped down to sit on the rock and started playing with her long red hair. She gave a nervous smile. “Uh… I think my phone is dead already.”
“You didn’t tell me?” Rosie just stared at hers, where the remaining five percent of battery just had now dropped to four. It was like watching a clock count down to their doom.
“I thought I had taken the portable charger, but it’s still in the car.”
“We can… share my last energy bar and then just take a break? Once the sun goes down we can at least see in which direction east is.”
“You mean west. And what good would that do?” Amy’s voice grew louder with each word.
“I’m trying to be optimistic here!”
Somewhere nearby, a few birds started. A went up their spines. But what followed was just silence.
Rosie flopped down on the damp soil. “D-does anyone know where we are…?”
“We’ve posted the breakfast in the tent on Instagram,” Amy mumbled. “Though that was back by those fields…”
Rosie blinked. “Uh, did we get any likes?” She picked up her phone.
It happened so fast she had no time to react. One moment she was glaring at the three percent of battery life left, the next an arrow was stuck through the glass slab, which she dropped with a gasp.
Amy screamed. “What the fuck was that?”
The forest failed to reply. Both girls stared at the skewered phone. Rosie’s breathing picked up, then she shrieked and turned, running over the uneven ground.
There was movement between the leaves. Someone was moving between the trees. She glanced behind her, looking for Amy.
There was a short and stifled scream behind her, and Rosie just ran faster. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she mumbled while navigating the obscured ground.
She didn’t get far before she slipped on the damp soil. She skidded for a moment, then her boot caught a root and she fell over hard.
A shadowy figure appeared above her, joined by two more. Tears in her eyes, Rosie looked up against the sun. A strong hand grabbed her by the short, brown hair.
“P-please, I… p-please, d-don’t…” she muttered, before a piece of wet cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. A strong, biting smell spread through her head. She quickly felt drowsy, and a moment later, all went dark.
Rosie woke up with a start. Just a moment before, some figures had… or… had she been dreaming? She took a few short breaths, trying to clear her head.
She was not in a bed. In fact, she was on the ground. Her eyes moved around the room. She could only see logs for walls. A cottage.
As she tried to move, she realised her ankles were tied together, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She tugged against the ropes, but all that accomplished was to scratch up her skin.
Her boots were gone. Her socks were gone. In fact, Rosie realised with a gasp, all her clothes were gone. She was tied up naked in some cottage in the woods. That would be the second worst position to be in, as far as she was concerned.
She tried to roll around. Someone had put her here and they would be back soon. That’s how it goes in the movies. Besides, it was not exactly warm here. She rocked up and down until she could just about sit up.
There was no door, just a cloth drape hanging over an opening in the wall. Light shone through, flickering - some sort of fire? It was pretty dark all around, so it was much later in the day.
As she tried to rock to a point of getting up, the cloth was pulled aside. Another woman peeked through. It was not Amy, but she was around the same age. The short blonde girl was just as naked. For a moment they stared at each other, then the face disappeared again.
“Hey! Wait! Don’t go!” Rosie tried to get up on her tied-up feet, but just fell over again. This looked much easier on screen.
A few moments later, a tall figure stepped into the room. Rosie looked up, mouth agape. For a moment, she thought it was a man, but while this… person was not wearing much - all of his skin was covered in grey fur. His feet were large paws, he had a tail, and as Rosie looked up, his head looked like… a wolf. She blinked.
The wolf was unmistakably male. Very male, in fact. Rosie saw clearly defined abs under his fur. And whatever the loincloth was covering, there was no cause for shame there. Rosie caught herself staring, her eyes were at the right level anyway.
The male wolf stepped up to her and grabbed her by her hair. She yelped as her face was pressed into his loincloth. She could feel the bulge underneath. The unwashed fabric was drenched in his musk. It smelled wild, and intriguing. Rosie struggled to get away, but her stomach was tingling.
However, she would not stand for being treated like this. Squirming and twisting, she slipped from his grip and fell over with a grunt. She tried to roll away, but the wolf just pressed his footpaw into her back with a growl.
Rosie shrieked when he pulled a knife and pressed down harder. She clenched her eyes shut, shivering as the male bent down… and cut the rope on her ankles. She was so stunned it didn’t even occur to her to use the opportunity.
A moment later, another coarse rope was pulled over her head, around the neck. It was not very sophisticated; the rough fibre irritated her skin. A single knot tied it into a loop. With a yank, the wolf made clear that misbehaving would have consequences.
Rosie, her wrists still tied behind her back, slowly got up to kneel. She looked up to her captor again. Even if she could somehow escape his grip, this guy would have no trouble keeping up with her and wrestling her down in seconds.
With a growl, the wolf motioned her to get on her feet. As she obeyed, he smirked and reached out to brush a hand over her chest.
Rosie breathed in sharply and wanted to yell, but thought better of it. Instead, she stood shivering while the male brushed his surprisingly soft hands - paws? - over her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. Rosie knew her bust wasn’t very impressive, but the wolf did not seem to mind.
Her leash was yanked a moment later. The canine ushered her, leading her out of the hut, her mind still swimming.
The exterior was full of people. Rosie was surprised to see more wolves by the fire in the centre of what seemed to be a small village. The sun had just set, and in the last light of the day, she could see more small huts and a few tents.
Between the dozen or so wolves enjoying their meals and drinks around the fire, Rosie spotted a few more humans. All of them were young women, naked like her.
Rosie almost screamed when she recognised one of them as Amy. Her friend was just as nude. It was not the first time Rosie had seen her college roommate in the buff, but she had not expected her to wear it so naturally.
Amy’s long, rusty red hair was loose – they had even taken her hairband away – and the fire’s glow illuminated her green eyes and freckled skin. She did not seem to notice Rosie, mainly because she was busy with another male wolf.
With gentle kisses, Amy worked her way down over his furry body until her mouth met a sheath. A red tip was poking out, and Amy began luring it out with licks and kisses.
She smiled and took the growing member in one hand while her lips wrapped around the tip. Expertly, her head started to move up and down. The male howled and set his hand on her head to force her down further on his cock. Amy did not appear to mind and let him lead her on.
While her lips were wrapped tightly around the member and her tongue danced over the canine’s tip, another pair of hands started to brush over Amy’s back. Without missing a beat, she moved up from her sitting position, lifting her behind for easier access.
Head bobbing back and forth, supported by her hand wrapped tightly around the wolf’s member, she shivered as a pair of paws started to cup and squeeze her breasts. She lifted her rear up further, presenting herself. She clearly was no stranger in servicing more than one man at a time.
Rosie witnessed all this, discovering a side of her friend she hadn’t known about. Amy would gasp and moan as a second cock touched her crotch, pushed past her cunny lips and slid right inside. There was no resistance from the redhead; quite the opposite, she offered herself up and expertly sucked the dick in her mouth.
Standing and staring, Rosie noticed that feeling in her stomach again, and how her own crotch – exposed for everyone to see – started to get wet. Has Amy always been like this? She had never had a boyfriend, even!
Amy gasped and smiled, white liquid spilled from her lips as she pulled back. Semen spilled over her chin and further spurts hit her face and hair. Lovingly, she licked all over the cock, wiping it off with her face, before she lowered her hands to focus entirely on the hard thrusts from behind.
Rosie found herself a little disappointed as her leash was yanked and she was led along by the tall canine. It was all still a bit much to take in. Her mind tried to work on it piecemeal – all the while being distracted by certain other feelings.
She was ushered into what seemed to be the biggest hut in the village – far from a mansion, but slightly bigger than a trailer. The air inside was warm and heavy with incense. It made it even harder to think.
The blonde woman from earlier was standing there, her hands on her thighs, looking to the ground meekly. Next to her, a large she-wolf sat, smoking a pipe. That one was unmistakably female, and both her clothes and the way she looked at Rosie made it clear she was in charge. Of the wolves, of the humans, and just generally of everything.
Rosie was pushed in an unfriendly way. The wolf pressed down on her shoulders to force her to kneel.
The blonde woman nodded at the matriarch, then looked over to Rosie. “You are honoured to be now a member of the pack. You will serve well.”
Rosie blinked. Then she looked around. “The hell I will! Let me go!”
The matriarch smiled and chuckled, then pulled on her pipe.
“The pack will feed and protect you, as long as you know your place. Do your chores and offer your body.” The blonde was weirdly calm, despite the content of her words.
Rosie struggled to get back on her feet, but she was pushed down again. “What do you mean, offer my body? What is going on, what is this place?”
The matriarch looked over to the blonde and nodded again. The woman relaxed a little bit. “Please, calm down. They will take care of you. You will be protected and you will be fed. Just accept your place.” She smiled a little bit. “It’s really nice, all things considered.”
Rosie blinked. “What do you mean? That sounds like I’m supposed to be a slave to… to these animals!”
Both wolves snarled at her.
“The pack will take care of you,” the woman repeated. “Know your place.” She leaned a little forward. “The chief will allow you to get accustomed to your role, but she expects you to fit in. Otherwise… well… they’re wolves. They’ll deal with you.” The woman bit her lower lip and took a step back to receive an encouraging pet on her head. She leaned right into it, eagerly.
The she-wolf spoke for a moment. It was a guttural language, full of growls and snarls, but it was a language. Rosie could make out words. The blonde nodded obediently.
“The chief can smell your arousal. You already know your place. She asks you to accept it.”
Rosie, shivering in her kneeling position, stared at the wooden ground. They are wolves. They can smell her, and probably hear better than her too.
Some more growls, snarls and words. “You are granted to sleep in the humans’ hut. You may speak with your friend in the morning. She has taken her proper place in the pack. Join her.”
The leash was yanked and the rope closed around her neck. The chief scritched under the blonde woman’s chin, who gave a contented sigh. Then Rosie was pulled to her feet. She choked as the wolf just pulled her along.
As Rosie was led back to the hut she had awoken in, she could see the group around the fire again. There was Amy, dancing with her eyes closed. The males’ semen still on her face, her chest and dripping between her legs. Yes, she already knew her place. She seemed to be into her wolves.
After seeing the chief’s place, Rosie noted how spartan the humans’ hut was. No decorations, no windows, not even proper flooring. Just some furs on the ground. This was just for the human women to sleep in. Nothing more.
Rosie flinched when the knife gleamed in the corner of her eye again, but it simply cut the rope on her wrists. She was relieved to feel the blood flowing again. Rubbing her wrists, she watched as the rope around her neck was tied to a hook on the wall.
Left alone, naked in the cold hut, she sat down. There was no lock – not even a door. And the rope she could just pull off with her unbound hands.
But what good would that do? They could smell her. They were faster than her and they knew the land. In fact, if she tried to run, they would hunt her down with delight. They were wolves. They’d deal with her.
Rosie curled up on the floor and closed her eyes. It was hard to focus. The musky smell still lingered in her nose. Being naked and being touched… and seeing Amy earlier, just enjoying herself, giving her body to the pack. This was her place, too.
Outside, she could hear the wolves howl and the women laugh. But also groan and moan. They were being touched, fondled… fucked. Licking and sucking wolf cock, getting their cunts filled and rutted so hard and good.
Trembling, Rosie’s hand reached down, over her chest and belly. Her fingers touched her moist labia. Yes, she was wet, hot and bothered, and the noises outside did not help her cool down.
She stifled a moan, one hand over her mouth while two of her fingers entered, sliding in and out again. Her mind drifted to images of wolves, touching her, squeezing her breasts, their big throbbing members pushing in.
Her fingers moved up and down quickly while her palm, moistened by her juices, rubbed over the clit. With the musk in her nose and the images in her head, Rosie had to bite down on her hand to prevent the wolves outside from knowing what she was doing.
It did not take very long; her fingers dug even deeper and her body began to twitch. A rather loud groan escaped her mouth as Rosie climaxed, clenching hard.
After a few more strokes between her legs, she pulled out. Panting, she curled up tighter. She looked at her hand, drenched in her own juices.
Rosie already knew her place. She just needed to accept it.