Once Hunted Down

Author’s note:

This is just a fantasy – nothing more. Part a much longer story which I plan to publish once I’ve had time to finish it. Meanwhile, this excerpt can be read as a stand-alone tale. I hope you enjoy it.

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Once hunted down, she was truly alone and theirs…

There now came the long dreaded moment when, naked on hands and knees as much in obedience to them as from the sheer exhaustion of prey run to its very end, understanding the three huge creatures had hunted her down and she couldn’t escape them, she must allow them to have her for as long as they wished. Her master had ruled it but, even in the absence of his decree, her predicament right now could only ever make its truth more absolute: having found herself tracked as she walked blissfully naked through the warm summer day as she often did, Beauty may have tried to evade the wolves as long as she could but, now this time they had her, she was theirs to possess entirely.

Her body still shaking from her pursuit, feeling herself straddled by a large powerful pair of forelegs, she trembled afresh with a mix of anticipation and terror of the first touch of his cock’s tip as it jabbed and searched for her opening. Reeling with the sudden reality of this very moment when her dread became urgent fact, she let out a frightened cry as she felt it thrust between her lips and over her clitoris. The three or four following strokes sent her crotch spasming as they homed in until, in an instant shared by them both together, the realisation that his tip had found her hole. In that instant, they both knew he had her and there was nothing she could do to stop what must happen next.

Gripping her tighter with his forelegs, he hammered himself home, his frantic jabs quickly filling her and more, the quiet forest suddenly echoing with her cries. As she rocked and shook to the thrusts of his cock deep inside her, she felt his knot forcing itself in and growing inside her as firmly as though it was filling her pelvis and his tip start to open into her cervix. They both knew she was his, locked to his knot, as she felt his hot cum squirting into her. If she had ever dared to try escape at this point he would barely notice, such was the brute power of his attachment within her.

Her cries of anguish mixed with gasps of pleasure, together with her involuntary clutching and spasming around his cock, worked his excitement into an ever-replenishing succession of crescendos which carried her with them. After what seemed more than an hour of it, though less than her body told her he was capable of, he relented and she was free to crawl away shaking all over in the dirt with his cum pouring out of her.

She didn’t get far before she felt another pair of furry forelegs straddle her and the sound of excited panting over her head. She was completely exhausted but she summoned a shred of strength to raise her ass and present her still oozing pussy obediently to his eager cock.

This time, there were no searching jabs – just a single full depth plunge, reaching her deepest parts in a second. Another series of savage plunges squelching and spattering in and out of her noisily, almost drowned out by her moaning, gasping and crying. Once again, she felt a pressure build within her and his knot pressing and pulsing with ever growing strength, and soon she was as tied as before.

The hardness of his knot pressed against the inside of her pelvis, as tiredness began to overcome her, and her hips began to drop. Still on her knees, she felt herself hanging from him as though an appendage. Although suspended from it, she was still filled to her womb by his cock as it fired his seed in. More even than before, as though emphasised by hanging, she was filled with a sense of smallness, vulnerability and being a possession. The huge presence locked inside her, around which she was powerless to stop orgasming, pulsed, trembled, squirted, jumped and gushed deep in her as though a part of her.

Time lost its stride and her consciousness swam in the tiny bubble of their tie, its overpowering sensations banishing all awareness of others. She hung like a fruit from him in a stupefied haze until, in a sucking release of the shrinking knot and drop that brought her to her sense, she found herself free on the forest floor again.

The trees had grown dark around her and the sky barely discernible through gaps in the canopy. It wouldn’t be long before it was dark. Gushing afresh, she crawled towards a gap in the trees but was soon obstructed by a fallen tree. Exhausted, she let out a resigned sigh – but she must escape and reach home. Reaching up the fallen trunk, she was encouraged to find it small enough to almost crawl over. With a final effort to raise up to a kneeling crawl, she pulled herself on her stomach over the trunk.

The ground on the other side was a little lower, so she summoned a beyond-final effort to shuffle forward enough to almost rest on her elbows… almost. She tried to move a tiny bit further to get on her elbows and rest a moment. Pressing her toes into the ground and straightening her knees, she pushed her midriff over the tree until she felt her elbows meet the forest floor. With a sigh of relief, she submitted to her exhaustion and fell into a dream state filled with cascading echoes of the sensations and emotions just past.

She was awakened by a thunderbolt exploding in her deepest guts. A frantic, savage thrusting in and out by its full length that reeled her senses into a garbled scream. Through her waking panic, she became fleetingly aware of a familiar pair of legs around her shoulders – fuck, she forgot about the third wolf.. the biggest one!

As its thrusts focused deeper, the cock inside her thickened and hardened further and she felt herself becoming tied again. Her body was too tired to move a single muscle and her only movements were those of the wolf. Her remaining energy was only enough to breathe through her frantic delirium beyond her pussy’s continuous quivering and clutching, until she passed out.

It was pitch dark. She started awake from the dream of a prey animal, hunted down and taken repeatedly. A dream crackling with fear of pursuit and so full of animal pleasure that her pussy throbbed and ached from it still upon awakening. Blinking, unseeingly in the darkness, she remembered where she was and realised the throb inside her wasn’t a dream.

In despair, she tried to crawl forward but her legs were already wedged against the tree trunk and, above, the powerful wolf stood solid, with her turgid pussy secured solidly against the root of his crotch. So immediately obvious was it that even the tiniest movement was impossible, she sank down again to drift into a haze which ebbed and flowed as it became swamped with orgasms, which rose and fell with the long pulse of shuddering ejaculations, in a succession which seemed never to lessen.

Again, she woke, bewildered. She was still over the tree and the wolf was still in her, panting slowly above her with his haunches resting on her ass. He was relaxed, he was enjoying himself and she couldn’t move away from his tie. Indeed, she could tell how much he was enjoying himself by the unrelenting power of his cumming.

She was surprised by her wakefulness. She must have actually slept while the wolf was fucking her – she was stunned by the thought until a feeling in her pussy distracted her. She gasped as she felt herself grip around the knot in response – the knot pulsed in answer and her pussy replied and the knot pulsed ever harder. Her gasps became mixed with moans and cries as another great storm of orgasms drifted and crashed over her.

There was no tiredness to shield her from its onslaught this time. The sky lightened through the trees overhead without her notice, face to the earth, her body and mind held in their animal servitude to the wolf, unable to shift her mind’s eye from the heaving spectre of his cock and her pussy’s runaway self-will to tantalise and reward it… the only part of her that didn’t tire.

She was oblivious to the wolf’s steady panting above her as she rode the journey of the storm, through a symphony of sensations as, knot firmly holding her to his groin, his cock heaved and leapt and jumped – sometimes his hole meeting her cervix’s, shooting jets of cum straight into her womb where it swirled and bubbled – his knot twitching and throbbing. The storm crackled and rolled and boomed with all the sensory lightning the mind could conjure and more, to which her pussy always replied with its teasing, no matter how she tried to stop it. Its delirium washed over her and she was held stupefied and paralysed, yet transfixed by an inescapable focus upon every tiny sensation where his flesh met hers.

Orgasms grew and grew as she saw nothing through wide eyes, their power never failing to surprise and overwhelm. Drool hung from her lower lip in imitation of the cum dripping from her crotch. It was as though his cock, as well as fucking the living daylights out of her, had hijacked her neural pathways with an irresistible demand that there must be only one focus: it… that incredible cock and her pussy in a helpless state of joy around it. Nothing else existed – nothing else can ever exist.

It went on and on and on… and on… and on…

Eventually, a quieter air descended and she sensed the wolf’s knot ease a bit. Her mind raced to decide whether to try to escape, but she was still in a haze. She knew she couldn’t move forward because her legs were over the tree, but she couldn’t move back because the wolf’s cock was holding her – moving back would just force him into her more. Then there was the danger any movement might arouse him again.

She decided to wait, motionless, and hoped his knot might shrink enough to drop out and he lost interest, satiated. After a time, she felt his knot release and its base start to creep outwards. In her relief, she let out a sigh and tried to open herself up to ease its passing. It widened her opening as it began to slide out and a wave of pleasure flashed through her. Letting out a gasp, she managed to resist her pussy’s urge to tease the knot and was rewarded by feeling it pull out a little further. But its widening of her pussy sent her another wave, and this time she could not stop the reply. It twitched down upon the knot in a series of sharp clenching spasms and she cried out.

Frantic, she couldn’t stop herself and she was sure she felt his knot throb. Oh my god, did she?.. whatever, she had to get free of it! Its widest point was just inside her. With a sharp tug forward, she might just be able to yank herself off it before it grew again. She summoned all her strength, digging her toes into the ground and straightening her legs, whilst grabbing at roots with her hands to pull herself off the tree. It worked – it was out!.. almost… just a tiny bit more.

The tightness of its exit – now she was very open – sent her another jolt of pleasure and her pussy began trembling. For a moment her mind flashed unexpectedly with the mental image of a gorgeous man’s long thick erection, the kind that has a lovely thick veiny shaft and a powerfully prominent bell moist with pre-cum to rub across her g-spot, and she couldn’t help imagining it sliding into her. It was a fleeting thought of less than a second, a momentary break of concentration, but her body heard it as a long scream of desire. Its response was instant, faster than her despair, as she exerted a series of trembling grips down upon the wolf’s knot.

She made a last attempt to pull herself away from it but, instead of pulling out, she felt it pulse, so she held suddenly very still. Its widest part was still in her opening, without any sign of which way it will go – but go it must and would, one way or the other soon, such was its size. Another pulse, this time stretching her further and triggering her trembling answer again. Another pulse followed by another answer and more, and she became lost in an ever loosing battle over who owned her pussy. It was her pussy so she must be able to stop it clutching and teasing his cock, yet it was now completely under the control of that cock, quivering and orgasming beyond her control, and all she could do was submit.

Crying in denial, she felt the knot stretch again. Her body shook and she tried to twist her head around to look at the wolf, as though to plead with him to let her go. He looked down at her, as their eyes met and she was held in his glare, she felt him move his hind legs a fraction. She smiled at him in thankfulness for her release as she felt a tug of his knot. Her pussy suddenly gripped it, as if trying to pull it back in and it swelled more. Despite the gripping of her pussy, she tried to plead with him that she didn’t want to be fucked any more: “Please stop fucking me!” But all he felt was his pleasure inside her, coupled with the ever insistent signals of her pleasure around him, so it was little wonder he could not fathom any objection in her orgasm punctuated gibbering.

Held mesmerised in his gaze, she felt his groin press into her. He saw her eyes widen to a mad stare, as she felt him push his knot back into her and her hole close behind it to grip his shaft once again. Now, all the way in, his knot pulled the fur of his crotch warmly against her labia. More jerking of his cock presaged a renewed flood of ejaculations and she felt herself plunge into another storm of delirium. There was nothing she could do.

Much later, although not anywhere near sleeping, she hoped more than she sensed in her haze that her use to the wolf had been spent. He looked about, as did she, at the trees all around starting to catch the first light of the day. He moved back a little and she felt herself pulled back with him. As he stepped his forelegs back around to face the other way, she felt his knot is still in her. He took another couple of steps and she was dragged all the way off the tree trunk. She was still tied firmly, now butt to butt.

He was an immense wolf and she found she could stand up with her butt hard against his. She lifted her torso almost upright and she felt his knot tug at her, to which it responded by growing and hardening suddenly. She was still his possession in every way imaginable. Before looking, she heard his breathing become a pant and her body began to rock in time with his crotch’s increasingly excited jerks. His cock jutted and thrashed in a crazed and frantic replay of first entry, only now already full depth behind an immovable knot.

The effect on her sent her into a flood of jabbering guttural screams, as she was thrust back and forth, pushed and dragged. She felt her insides move and squeeze around the huge leaping cock as it yanked her backward and then stabbed at her womb like a wild motor running at twice or thrice per second, all held firm by the knot. She was only just able to stay on her feet, carried largely by her tie with the wolf, though easier after a time as his thrusts lessened. Her relief at its slowing was quickly replaced with the shock of a huge ejaculation booming into her womb, where she felt it washing and swirling among the rest already in there.

She tried to look around her, but it was an impossible task to draw her mind away from what was happening to her body and her body’s automatic responses, and the brutal enjoyment of it making nothing else in the world attention worthy. Why, the body asked, would she think other thoughts when this orgasm was here to carry her away?.. no contest, the body decided, and so nothing else could exist.

Nevertheless, she found a window – a tiny aperture – in her mind’s prison and looked out of it at the forest around her. Above the canopy, the sun was up and leaves all around were basking in it. She was in a small clearing, very small, surrounded by trees of varying size. A few lower shrubs grew around the clearing’s edge, with the grass underfloor, creating a warm, green, pool of light. Mesmerised by the sight, and swimming in a fog of pleasure, her focus ebbed and flowed as though in a dream.

She was jerked to her senses by a sudden pull backwards. It was insistent and irresistible as she was pulled by the wolf, who seemed intent on something. He started to walk towards the trees and, still tied solidly, she was pulled behind him. As she made an attempt to stay where she was, his knot tugged and yanked her into compliance, her butt held against the fur of his, his tail waving over her back. His pace increased and she was pulled, trotting backwards as best she could.

She stumbled on a root and suddenly she was hanging fully on his knot, scrambling with her hands and feet to right herself. Her weight didn’t seem to bother him as he continued onward apace. Her flailing was futile as gaining a footing was impossible, until exhaustion gave her up and she allowed herself to be carried, dangling behind him with feet almost trailing. Her journey through the forest as his appendage took her up and down slopes and along tracks, sometimes only as discernible as deer tracks. Occasional halts seemed mainly caused by the tie, when she felt a trembling in his knot and his squirting and her spasming grew, she was hit with crashes of pleasure. He slowed to a stand, panting and looking about, as she hung from him, shaking and crying.

At one halt, he stopped at a stream to drink. The percussion of his thirsty gulps and swallows travelled through his body and cock into her – just as she could feel him cumming or moving, she could feel him drinking. After his fill, he turned around to allow her to drink. Reaching down as much as she could, she cupped her hands and lifted them to her mouth to take a slurp.

Just before it reached her lips, she was jerked sharply back and it spilled. She let out a long cry of frustration and tried to turn to look at the wolf. He was staring straight back at her. He gave her another jerk as he watched her and she understood he was letting her know that he was in charge. The reality of her capture – its completeness – hit her. Bursting into tears, nodding as she sobbed, she begged him to let her go – to let his knot shrink and ignore her pussy’s teasing clasps – and let all his cum flow out of her. But the mere thought of her pussy’s teasing set off a cascade of spasms in her which reduced her to a low shaky moan. She looked up at him and he gave her another little tug. She gasped again, nodding and sobbing in complete submission.

Once she regained some self-control, she reached down again for water. This time, she drank it from her hands. She took another couple of drinks before she felt herself pulled by the wolf again. Once more, she was pulled with him through the forest, accompanied by the same rhythm of slowing for periods of pleasure whenever her body decided to tease him or if he became aroused on his own.

Eventually, he brought her to a clearing, where he wandered to a scrub of brambles growing around one side. She reached to pick them and ate them hungrily. After a short time, she was pulled to the soft grass in the centre, where he lay down, pulling her down with him. She lay still on her side with her butt against his, with his knot as secure in her as ever. She felt herself shivering around it. The air was warm and she was not cold in her nakedness, even after last night, and she knew her shivering came from an ever bubbling geyser of barely contained sexual excitement within her. Dwelling on the thought of it at all lifted the lid and it all came bubbling and boiling over. She lay in a quivering heap for some time until she was able to string her thoughts together again.

As she lay very still, listening to the wolf’s great, deep breaths, and feeling his rhythm through her, she wondered how she came to be so fully taken by a creature so powerful – so wilful and determined to have her – so impossible to resist – so securely fixed inside her without any hope of escape. She thought further. It must’ve been the position she had been in, she reasoned, that had laid her wide open over the tree trunk. He was able to enter her fully with the first stroke of his cock without her moving forward at all, and his knot grew as deep as his body would allow. He was tied within her all night as she lay, unable to move – the only movement, his gushing cock inside her eager pussy. His knot must somehow have swollen slowly through the long night to fill her every inner turn and fold and then, in such a prolonged state, taken it as its natural shape. Meaning… if the knot inside her now was in that same shape, it was not just a swollen ball but one holding and gripping itself into her every fold.

Such a close bonding would surely create much heightened sensation in both him and her, the irresistible arousal crashing them both into near paralysis from its pleasure, and explain why she was now his inseparable bitch. Or maybe it was the fucking he gave her when he was already knotted inside her, its savagery rearranging her innards around his knot, whose shape she now had. In any case, whether he was gripping her or she was gripping him, or they were both gripping each other, she was where she was. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She awakened into darkness. Night had fallen while she’d laid there in the clearing. Her butt was still up against the wolf’s and she was still tied solidly with him. He stirred in his sleep, and let out a short whimper as his hind legs twitched briefly next to hers. It seemed to her he must be dreaming, and she wondered what he might be dreaming about. In the next moment, she knew without any doubt he was dreaming about sex.

As his twitches become more frenzied and his short whimpers became lustful growls, she felt him awakening inside her. He may be asleep in his head, but his sex was fully up and about. As he kicked and twitched, rocking her with him, she felt his dream coming to life inside her – his pursuit of his prey, the running to ground, capture, subduing and finally taking. The final part playing out very literally inside her, as his satiation of his prey unfolded in his dream and in his throbbing cock’s increasing frenzied jutting, leaping and squirting. Although asleep, he still had her tied firmly without any hope of escape. She realised she was every bit as much a sexual slave to his wandering sleeping thoughts and dreams as she was to his fully awakened will, when she was pulled helplessly into another storm of unstoppable orgasms.

She awoke in the early dawn, dimly aware of being pulled across the grassy ground before she felt her hips lifted up as the wolf stood. Letting out a tired sob as she hung from his rear, she pleaded with him to lay back down and let her sleep – she couldn’t take any more. He stopped and turned to look at her and she sank back down to the soft grass. Once down, she felt drowsiness wash over her again and, through it, she sensed his knot move a little. She felt a sudden gurgling in the pit of her stomach, and cum oozed then poured out of her as she succumbed to a deep sleep once more.

She awakened in bright sunshine, its warm rays heating her uppermost side. Her side upon the grass was cool and ached slightly from the imprint of a few scattered tiny stones and twigs. She turned over dozily to warm her other side, moving her legs awkwardly over the wolf’s body until the backs of her legs rested against his back. As she turned, she felt his knot shift within her and, with a succession of farting squelches, another gush of cum drained past it and out of her pussy onto the ground. She tensed her stomach to eject more and felt it running out of her.

The sleeping wolf’s knot felt looser inside her now and, encouraged by a slim chance of freedom, she pulled against it. Perhaps she could tug herself off it before he woke and make her escape. Her pussy’s opening began to stretch open as she pulled slowly, and the knot eased outward. Her opening trembled and squeezed in protest and a sudden pulse stopped the knot in its tracks, and she groaned in despair. Another great throbbing pulse followed by more swelled the knot back to its full size. The wolf stirred and pushed his groin against her and she felt his knot finding and nestling into its numerous tight places deep in her folds. As she lays defeated, she felt it resume its grip within them and her labia tingle against the soft fur of his warm crotch as they encircled tightly around the base of his shaft, still squeezing happily. She was still his. Even her own body wanted it, actively thwarting its own escape.

The wolf snorted and began to stand and once again she was lifted up by his knot. This time, she was on her back behind him, with her legs flailing upward either side of his flanks. As he stood fully, she hung upside down behind him. The tension unleashed a cascade of throbbing and squirting and she cried in orgasm as her womb was filled again by fierce, stabbing jets of his cum.

After a time, the wolf lowered his haunches slightly and she was able to stand herself upright, now facing his back. Sensing her upright, he raised himself again. Looking down past her belly, bulging visibly with the volume of his fluid in her womb, she ran her hands down herself and felt the shape of his knot under her skin locked hugely above her pelvis. She could feel it still locked into her shape, despite the turn. She ran her hands upward to feel the hard outline of his cock extending upward from his knot reaching to her womb. It surged and jumped at her touch. Further down, protruding from her pussy to his crotch, the thick shaft of his cock’s base and her labia, squeezing around it rhythmically. All the time, his cock leaped around in its irrepressible excitement.

He walked away and she was pulled forward with him. This time, facing the right way, walking with him through the forest was a little easier. She gripped the fur of his back to hold herself to him when his pace increased. Her travels with him took her on a wide circuit of drinking and foraging spots, where they replenished from the land and abluted together. As she became accustomed to matching her stride with his, travelling with him became ever easier. When she tired, she pulled herself further over his back, gripping the fur of his shoulders and raising her legs. He seems easily able to carry her like this. All the time, his knot held her firm.

Eventually, he took her along a trail which seemed familiar. She recognised it as one of those leading to her master’s cabin. As she lay across his back, her breasts parted by his hackles, she felt his cock begin to jump with renewed vigour within her, spewing brutal ejaculations, and her pussy responded. As his knot throbbed, she felt more explosive gushes. Dazed by sudden cascading climaxes, she closed her eyes as she just managed to retain her grip while the wolf sauntered onward seemingly unaffected. He carried her along like this for a while, as she lay delirious and orgasming with an unstoppable regularity over his back.

She realised he had come to a halt. Opening her eyes, her bleary focus alit on the wooden steps of her master’s cabin only just visible in the encroaching gloom of the night. There didn’t seem to be anyone in or awake as there weren’t any lights on. The wolf walked over to the lawn and lay down, causing her to roll off his back. Only his knot stopped her rolling further. Gradually, though, she was surprised to feel it releasing its grip of her internal folds and shrink down. She wanted to pull away to free herself of it but she feared this may only reignite its fire, so she held still tying desperately to suppress her pussy’s insistent teasing of it.

With a sudden squelching plop and gush, she was free. Her insides felt oddly empty and she felt her body mourn the source of such recent and copious pleasure. It almost persuaded her to raise up onto her knees once more to offer herself to him afresh. Instead, she staggered to her feet and stumbled towards the cabin with the wolf close behind. As she reached the door, she turned to face him and he looked back at her. She knelt and he licked her face, and she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him in a shaking embrace. She stood again and watched him turn to walk away into the dark of the forest night. He stopped and turned to look back briefly and then he was gone. She had no doubt in her mind that she’d see him again – perhaps for even longer next time… certainly for as long as he chose… perhaps forever.

She opened the door and entered the cabin with a single thing in mind – a nice soft bed. She guessed Master must have been asleep upstairs but she was not allowed up there without his permission so, instead, she made her way to the large, basket framed dog bed beyond the fireplace. This was her usual bed, where she slept among the dogs and where her master had decreed she was bitch for their whims. She lay down to snuggle into the soft bedding and, barely aware of the steady stream of wolf cum oozing out of her, was carried away into a deep sleep, too tired to stir as they joined her.

Somewhere in the night came the distant howl of a wolf and in a basket in a cabin a large dog, hungry for satisfaction and boiling with a savage resolve to reclaim his possession, stirred and woke, and the night air echoed once more with the impuissant moans and shrieks of captive pleasure.

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