Her eyes began to barely flutter open. The last thing she remembered was walking towards school after missing her bus. The light was painfully blinding, and stung her sensitive corneas as she tried to focus. She could feel something binding her limbs to her sides in some sort of chair. Something heavy around her neck.
A light male voice “Dr. D., Number 37 is waking up.”
A slight pause, then another voice “Why good morning, 37! I’m glad to see you’re waking up before your release.”
She’s confused, “Release? Wha… What’s going on? Where am I? Where’s mom” Who are you?” She starts to weep. Through her tears she registers some sort of hospital setting, white curtains and some men in lab coats, others in fatigues.
“Well 37, you are lucky enough to be selected for a very important role in our research. Now, I have a few questions for you. Are you sexually active?”
She feels flushed at the question. “What’s so important about my private life?”
He chuckles, “Well, I certainly do hope you’ve had at least a little experience, as virgins tend to suffer quite a bit more than others when they’re given. Are you on any sort of birth control, 37?”
“No. Why do you keep calling me ’37’? My name is Langley.” She’s getting more confused and pissed by the minute. Who did these jerks thing they are?
“Oh good!” the man called “Dr. D.” seemed overjoyed at the news. “Jim, go ahead and give her the shot.” A sharp sting into her neck.
“What the fuck was that? What are you doing to me?”
“Do you know why I don’t care what your name is, 37? Because it no longer matters. You will not be ‘Langley’ ever again. You’re never going to see your parents again, or your friends. Life as you know it will never exist. And, should you survive, you’ll eventually forget it ever existed. This place is my baby. It’s a very special kind of wildlife compound, housing my little family. They were made by me, here in these walls. But, the only problem is, they keep coming out male. Well, 37, that’s where you come in. A few human women seem genetically compatible to breed. Ok Jim, get the men to move her out. Good luck, 37. Oh, and a piece of advice, try not to be too scared, they can smell it.”
She started panicking. Nothing made sense, she couldn’t process anything the guy said. It all felt like a nightmare. Wake up, wake up, wake up!
The chair she was in was being rolled down a long, metal coated corridor towards a big door by two of the armed men. They pressed a button that raised the door, unfastened her, and threw her out into a forest, making her hit the ground hard. The door slammed shut behind her. It was dusk, and the dark was growing quickly. Once the air returned to her lungs, she stared around, shivering. The air was cold, and she was still only wearing her school uniform, and as always, no panties.
Something nearby in the forest rustled, and she heard a low growl that stood every hair on her body on end.
With a trembling voice, she called out, “Hello? is anyone there? Hello?” Another low growl was her only answer. She thought “Oh God, oh God! Maybe if I lay here and pretend to be dead it won’t hurt me.” She closed her eyes and curled up tightly. She heard something padding toward her. Closer. Closer still. Something breathed on the back of her neck, sniffing her. Her heart pounded in her throat. It sniffed the length of her body, hovering over her cunt, then back up again. A huge, hot tongue, up the side of her neck. Another growl right in her ear, and the deepest voice she’d ever heard, “female, I know you are awake, you were calling to me.”
Holy fuck! Her eyes spring open, and fear strikes her so hard she can’t even scream. Before her crouched a wolf-man, easily three times her size. His fur was coal black, his flesh dark, and his eyes gleaming golden. He was definitely male, and terrifyingly beautiful. Even as her blood ran cold, her womanhood ran hot. Again he spoke, “Get up.” She just huddled there, shivering in more than just cold. He snarled “Get up. You are mine, and you will obey!” Fear spurned her to her feet, nearly jumping clear out of her own skin. “Good girl.” he gruffed. He lowered down to his hand-paws, and stalked in a circle around her, inspecting her, before standing before her again. He repeated, “You are mine, and only mine. Do you understand?” She nodded, and mumbled under her breath “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” His big eyes narrowed, “Who is your ‘God’ you speak of?” She swallowed heard, and squeaked, “Y..Y..You are.” He seemed pleased, “Good.Why are you shaking?”
Tears ran down her cheeks, “Please, please don’t hurt me.” His stance softened, “I will not hurt you. You are mine. But, I expect obedience. Do you understand me? Do as you’re told, and you will not be injured.” She was surprised at how articulate this creature seemed. She allowed herself to look at him. His body was powerful in every way. She could feel it radiating off of him. She could feel the heat gathering in her belly begin to flow down her thighs in little drops like sweet condensation. He drew her to him, and with one claw from his great paw, sliced her clothes completely off. He carried her easily to a soft place beneath a tree and laid her down. He cupped her breasts, and his giant, long tongue began at her throat, flicking over her pulse, circling down across her erect nipples. He traced her body lines, down each side, and to her knees, before working back up her thighs. He took his time teasing her pussy lips, and finding her little pearl tucked away there. Her body reacted so violently, shuddering and quivering. Wave after wave crashed over her as he slipped his tongue inside her, tasting deep within. His red rocket was fully unsheathed when he lifted her legs far above her head, and slid inside her little cunt. She gasped with the perfectly sweet pain. She’d never experienced anything so full, so deep. Her hips rose to meet his with every stroke, the knot in his shaft growing more and more.
They came together, even as she clutched to his massive, strong chest, he howled his possession into the night.
A chorus of answering howls rung through the dark.
“He held her cheek and looked into her eyes as he told her,
“You will call me Master, little one. I am Lo’ Din. King of the wolf people. And truly, you are mine.”
What are your taboo phone sex fantasies? I consider myself a sick therapist of sorts. I help men explore their dark desires. The ones that could get them arrested or committed to an insane asylum; maybe even killed. The holidays are lonely times for losers. You will not get a sympathetic ear if you call me crying about nobody loving you or whining about how awful your life turned out. I will, however, be likely to encourage you to off yourself or at the very least let me kill you. The holidays fill you with sadness, but they fill me with murderous rage. I am easily pissed off as it is, but you add crowds, holiday cheer and shopping to the mix and I want to get a semi automatic gun and unleash on a mall full of self absorbed assholes. Instead, I take my rage out on you. The pathetic loser who calls me baby or asks me what I am wearing in a futile attempt to bond. I don’t bond. I kill. I can smell fear and desperation through the phone. It gives me a girl hard on because I like to fuck up losers who think I give a crap about them. I don’t have a lonely hearts phone sex line. I have a snuff sex line. It is very therapeutic to kill you. I bet it would be therapeutic for you to die too. I clearly need to kill and maim more, because I flew in a rage over one of those annoying Salvation Army dudes ringing his damn bell. I kicked him in the balls and shoved his bell up his ass while a crowd gathered by and watched. Why? Because the sight of one of those mother fuckers is just a reminder that it’s fucking Christmas. I hate Christmas. Want to find some little soul or annoying twat waffle and spread fear instead of cheer with me?
