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She was strapped hard to the rock, her back arched to its curved top, left covered only in a thin sheet that had slipped off her at the first puff of a breeze. The worn leather straps, sweat stained, the surface of the leather soft, but the straps unforgiving. Why? Why was she the one?

It had been day when she was brought here, a night, and now it was day again. She had slipped in and out of consciousness rather than slept. The morning was misty and cool, and dew beaded her body.

At first, every rustle of leaves – whether from the wind, a field mouse...her imagination, would set her heart racing and force a moan of fear from her gut. But by morning she was used to these sounds.

But now, at the edge of the small clearing was a new sound, not like the others. It was bigger. The sound itself was heavy. The crunch of dry leaves, a sapling – first bent back rustling, then snapping forward with a swish as the creature pushed its way into the grassy area surrounding the rock. It moved slowly. Finally she turned her head in its direction, hoping against hope that it wasn't...

The bear. It was the bear.

And it was as big as they'd said in the stories – the sermons, that is. "Only the sacrifice of that which we cherish most will keep the forest gods appeased."

He seemed to be paying no attention to her. Nosing in the grass while she observed him. His dark undercoat, blond shaggy ticking, wet pebbled nose, his rounded ears flicking off a few insects. She marveled at his powerful bulk, his robust form. In another situation, she would think him a handsome specimen of a bear. But in this one, he was only the end of her. As he took a few meandering steps closer, her eyes flicked down to his claws – long, curved, blackened but burnished like oiled bronze – and she sucked in a breath. At that, almost lazily, the bear's snout came up, his head turned, the black eyes locked on her. She saw his nostrils flare as he scented the air and took another step – this time a bit more purposeful – in her direction. She knew without doubt that this was it. It was happening.

In a rush of terror-fueled strength, she pulled one last frantic time at her bonds. Everything she had, straining until she felt her wrists and ankles would bleed, then pulling harder, but it was no use at all. The thin leather straps barely creaked, let alone tore. In fact, this action had served only to draw the giant bear closer, faster, suddenly just inches from her. She could see his individual hairs, feel the huff of his nose as he sniffed her, could smell him – earth, sweat, dried blood, is his overpowering animal scent. It smelled only like death to her, and she froze in fear as the bear's giant head came down to her stomach, his teeth bared, his nose sniffing hard, pushing into her skin, moving up her torso, between her breasts, to her neck, her hair, then pulling back again.

How long would the terror last before it was all over?

The bear circled to her other side, sniffing his way back down her body, now beginning to salivate and leaving a trail of drool to cool on her skin. Continuing now down past her stomach, past her bellybutton, then stopped abruptly as he seemed to find what he was looking for between her legs, spread wide by the taut leather. She groaned in fear as the bear focused first on the area covered by her black pubic hair, but quickly zoning in to her pussy, pushing his nose hard into her, his nostrils flexing so strongly she could feel them pulling her open over and over again with every twitch. Through her fear and against her will, she felt her blood begin to flow to her lips.

A sudden gasp escaped her lungs and it was a moment before her brain had even processed why. The long, dripping, pink slab of the bear's tongue had reached out and swiped up the middle of her pussy from bottom to top, flopping back down and dragging carelessly across her clit as it readied for another lick, then another, and another. She wasn't sure if her first groan was from fear or pleasure, but as the bear continued to lap at her, she knew that her own wetness was starting to rival the bears saliva in volume. The bear's tongue was pushing harder and harder as time went on, pressing in to get the most of her taste, and lifting her arousal higher at the same time. She was squirming now, her mouth open, occasional lustful gasps and moans being forced from her body. With a particularly hard lap, she felt him fill her, his wide tongue slipping inside her with a wet, lubricated slide. As fast as it went in, it was back out and lapping at her again. Over and over, the obscene slurps the only thing she could hear, sometimes his tongue was inside her, sometimes it lapped over her crotch, the prickly-soft fur of his muzzle tickling her inner thighs.

The edge of her orgasm shocked her into sudden sense, "What? How...how can this--what are you do--oh gods a bear why is a bear--no--ahh...ahh...AHHHH."

Every muscle in her body contracted as she came, her pussy clenching over and over, yet the bear's licking didn't slow down. He ignored her spasms as he continued to lap her now swollen, pulsing pussy as it clenched over and over and she kept cumming. Overly sensitive now, her clit felt as if it were vibrating with electricity every time the bear's tongue slopped over it. Her whole body jerked as if she were being shocked in time to the bear's relentless tongue and the sound of her yelps.

Finally, mercifully, the tongue stopped lapping and, after a few more soft snuffles of his nose, the bear's head lifted up again, his muzzle fur now soaked with drool and her wetness. He stood looking at her as she came back to her senses and her muscles relaxed, the hardness of the rock beneath her, the leather binding her arms and legs, the bear that had not yet killed her, and who was now looking at her calmly, breathing heavily and still drooling lightly from the sides of his mouth.

For just a moment, as the bear reared up almost gracefully on his hind legs, she could see it: His cock. It was enormous. As long as a rolling pin and at least as wide, clearly fully aroused, leaking clear fluid from the tip. And then back down on all fours he was over her and the rock, his belly fur pressed into her face, heavy enough that her movement was completely restricted, but not enough to suffocate her. The musky smell of the bear amplified tenfold and surrounded her as her nose was forced deep into the bears thick fur. Her senses were completely and totally dominated: Bear. Again, her terror flared as she felt warm, heavy, furless flesh slide over her belly, down just slightly, then up again, down a little farther the next time, and up once more. With a sudden hitch she felt his cock flop between her legs and immediately press up into her still sopping opening. He was too big to fit, thank the gods. Although his aim was on and she felt the head of his penis press into her lips, she could tell it was too wide to ever penetrate her.

With a single thrust, he proved her wrong. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as his head forced its way past her lips, sliding on the combination of her wetness, his drool, and the pre-cum coating his crown. She felt herself stretch open for him and then begin to close as he drew himself back out. The second thrust went deeper, and again her mind began to blank. The third thrust was all it took and she felt the bear drive himself fully into her until his balls smacked into her ass. With him seated deep inside her, she felt the bears nose push into her open hand. Time slowed as she anticipated the crunch of bone, the pointed teeth, the agony of jaws on her arm, but instead there was a sudden yank and a snap. A hand was free! Immediately, she tried to get her arm under the torso of the bear, crazilly thinking to shove the beast off her, but it was impossible. The bear was way too heavy and she'd only gotten as far as grabbing ahold of its side when she felt another tug, another pop of a leather band – and her other arm came free as well.

Still tied by the legs, still trapped under the bear and impaled on his giant cock, the young woman remained completely captive to the bear's will. Slowly he began to thrust his cock in her pussy – so tight in her that with her arms untied and her body untethered, she was now sliding up and down the rough rock, dragged along with his cock as he pulled and pushed. She wrapped her arms as much as possible around the bear, grabbing fistfulls of fur with her hands, using her leverage to throw every bit of her weight into thrusting back against the bear as he pushed, and yanking herself up his body with each of his pulls. Her arms were quickly aching with the effort, but as his cock pounded rhythmically into her, stretched her, dragged at her tunnel, her ever heightening arousal drove her onward. Soon, the harsh surface of the rock was forgotten entirely, overridden by the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his shape, sucking against him, caressing and stroking him. With each lunge of the animal's hips the sucking sounds got louder, and she felt more wetness coat the inside of her legs, drip down the crack of her ass, and wet his balls so they began to stick momentarily to her ass with each bottoming out of his cock deep inside her.

Though moments earlier, she had been sure that she would be torn in half and would have given anything to repel the huge predator standing above her, she now wanted nothing more than to keep getting fucked by this bear. This hulking, musky, drooling, alpha carnivore of the forest. Truly – yes, yes they were right, she saw that now – he was a being of the gods. She clung to him, felt his fur, rough up and down her body, pleasure scratching at her skin, her breasts, her rock-hard nipples, felt his cock irresistibly thrusting into her, over and over, long full strokes, picking up speed.

In an explosion she came a second time, howling into the bear's fur at the top of her lungs, completely unfettered, cumming continuously as he pounded ever faster into her, ever harder. She heard the beast's breath come in great rhythmic huffs now, felt his whole body begin to shudder so that it shook her body under him, and finally with a strained, huffing and panting growl he slammed his hips hard, fully deep into her, pinning her ass to the rock she lay on, his cock flexing upwards in rapid, jerking pulses. She could feel his cum, hot, flooding into her, pulse after pulse. Enough in just the first moment that she knew it had to be squeezing up around his shaft, filling up every part of her, stretching her even wider. Going on forever as he endlessly filled her and filled her with his animal seed.

Minutes passed, and the pulses of the bear's cock slowed, but didn't stop. Slowly, the breathing of both the bear and the young woman became quieter and more regular. The time between his pulses grew longer and longer. Several times she'd thought it was his last, but still he had more left in him. She gasped in surprise at the sudden shock of pleasure each time his twitches pressed up into her again.

Finally, she felt him begin to soften. Even as he shrank, she felt the girth of his flesh still stretching her around him. The bear reared back once more, and she was suddenly empty, missing the solidity of their connection, the warmth of him covering her, even his dark animal musk as he moved away. Their copious combined fluids flowed out of her; hot, slick and sticky all at the same time, dripping off the cheeks of her ass.

Without a glance, the bear turned and ambled out of the clearing and into the woods.

The young woman slumped to the ground, too tired, too stiff, too sore to untie her ankles from the remaining leather straps. Her nerves humming, she fell into a deep sleep.