“Mmmmm, fuck” He growls in my ear. I arch my back, the orgasm building. He slows his pace. Slowly pulling out, and then easing back into me. I moan in frustration, the orgasm lost now. I desperately try to wiggle my hips, arch my back, anything to create the same friction as before. He chuckles. I press my eyebrows together, irritated that he is amused by my obvious lack of satisfaction.
“Just what exactly do you find so funny?” I ask him. He smirks, holding my arms above my head. “This” he says, and I feel a rope tighten around my wrists. I look up to see a system of rope rigging and pulleys worked out through the tree branches above us. I look back at him, my eyes wide. It’s a trap. He brought me here. Specifically to this spot because it was a trap, all along. I weakly try to growl, and pull my hands free from my restraints. It’s no use. The knots he has tied are strong, and the more I struggle the tighter the knots get.
He eases out of me and leaves me hanging, my arms held strongly above my head and my feet barely touching the ground. I look up at him, terrified. I can tell that he loves every bit of this. He enjoys the fact that I was completely taken by surprise, and that now I’m powerless. He likes that I have been left defenseless for him to do as he pleases with me.
I try to transform to my wolf form, but to my distress I find that I can’t. I really start to panic now. I look up at him again and he merely chuckles. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t think of that? Those are enchanted ropes. You’r stuck in your human form as long as you have those on you.” The tone in his voice clearly shows his amusement with my situation. I look around desperately, feeling like a rat trapped in a cage.
“p-p-please… I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me!” I stammer, trying to beg and reason with him. He smirks again. “And that, my horny little plaything, is the main idea.” The way he looks at me as he says this makes me uneasy. Just the fact alone that he brought me here, with this trap already set up makes me feel sick. This was his plan from the start. Lure me out here, alone, have some fun, then do god knows what with me. Oddly, I notice that I’m still aroused. This bothers me.
I’m ripped from my thoughts by the sharp crack of a whip across my stomach, followed by a creaking in the trees as the rope is lowered, placing me lower to the ground. I cry out, tears welling in my eyes. The blow also knocks me off- balance and I’m left almost on my knees. Now I’m hanging by my wrists which are tied to the pulley system of rope above me, mostly hidden by the trees. I look up at him, and a look of concern is clouding his face.
“Stand up.” he tells me, in a stern voice. I whimper, tears spilling down my cheeks and onto the ground. He squats down so that he is face-to-face with me. “If I have to tell you again, then I’m really going to give you something to cry about. Now stand up.”
I lift my face to look into his eyes and I see something in him that frightens me and arouses me at the same time. Although he does seem to have a bit of remorse, he is clearly enjoying every second of this. His eyes are bright, full of energy, as he takes in every movement I make. I gasp as I struggle to stand, a thick red welt beginning to form across my stomach where he had whipped me. I finally get on my feet and look up at him. He smiles, and walks up to me.
He reaches toward me and I flinch. His smile disappears. He reaches toward me again, my wide brown eyes following him. He traces his fingertips form my cheek down my neck, slowly past my collar bones, down my ribcage, gently over the welt, circles around my navel, then continues his path down to my pussy. I hear gasping, raw breathing and it takes me a while to realize that the sound is coming from my own mouth. He leans closer, whispering softly in my ear as he slips two fingers into my wet, aching pussy.
“You don’t need to fear me. As long as you behave and do as you’re told, we will have a wonderful relationship. I will respect your opinions and wishes as long as you follow my rules, obey my commands, and fully give yourself over to me. I will only punish you if you displease me. Good behavior will be rewarded. Bad behavior will be punished. Your only purpose is now to please me. Do you understand?” He skillfully works his fingers within me as he waits for an answer.
I have a hard time thinking. I don’t realize how much I am enjoying his praise until he takes his hand away. I moan in frustration and lean my body forward, practically begging for more. “Well?” he asks, then adds, “Do you not like what I’m doing?”. “No!” I cry out, and immediately the hand returns. He grinds his thumb against my clit while his middle and ring fingers penetrate me again.
I moan, my body betraying me. I can feel myself becoming more wet. I want him and he knows it. “Last chance. Are you in or not?” I gasp, another orgasm building. I’m too distracted to answer him yet. My orgasm is so close. I can feel it building, welling up from deep within me. I’m so close now..
And the hand is gone again. I writhe, and cry out “Yes! Yes, I’m in! Please don’t stop!” I drop my head, ashamed of myself. I’ve given myself over to a complete stranger. And I like it. What started as fear has been replaced by a blend of comfort, horniness, and a lingering sense of powerlessness. Even while I was terrified of this man, my body still betrayed me. My sensibility overpowered by my carnal needs.
While I’m lost in my own emotions and thoughts, he has walked a small distance away and is now returning with something in his hand. He lifts my head gently, rubbing his thumb over my chin. “Good girl” he praises me, kissing my lips passionately. I moan softly and look at him, finding the smile on his face oddly comforting. I feel like I’ve done well. He holds a collar out to me, showing me it. It is black with a silver sheen to it, just like my wolf form’s fur. And it’s got a pretty silver leash loop on one end, with a silver buckle to close it. It’s beautiful.
I stare at the collar in awe, and he smiles. I look up at him as he clicks the collar closed around my neck and I’m happy to feel that it fits perfectly. He informs me that the collar is enchanted as well, and will grow or shrink to accommodate my human and wolf forms. He also tells me that only he will be able to remove the collar.
I nod. He stands in front of me, his erection only inches from my face. “Suck it.” He commands, his voice taking the stern tone again. I look up at him, frozen. He steps closer and takes a fistful of my hair into his hand; I gasp and open my mouth. He looks down at me, waiting. I close my lips around him and rub my tongue hard against the underside of his dick, pressing my head forward. He groans and releases my hair. “Good girl. Deeper now.” His praise encourages me and I happily push my head farther, pressing him to the entrance of my throat.
He grips my head and thrusts forward, pushing down my throat in one thrust. I choke at first, then I moan on him, my face now pressed against his hips. He gently holds my head and begins thrusting into my throat. I moan softly and feel myself becoming aroused again, still not satisfied from the earlier lack of orgasm. I swallow around him, my throat tightening. He groans and the sound makes me feel accomplished. He begins to thrust harder and faster into my mouth and throat. I grind my tongue against him constantly, and swallow when I can.