My name is Lisa and I’ve just turned 25. I guess I’m the best of both worlds, a mix of Caribbean and Caucasian parents. My college BFF thinks I look like a younger Rihanna, but with freckles and a slightly more roman nose (Grazie, mama). Oh well, suppose I could have done worse. While I stand at 5’ 7”, I’m currently sitting pretty and waiting in a classic slave pose (kneeling, legs spread, hands folded on my back, head bowed) It’s around dusk and I’m facing the sliding patio door which is wide open to the advancing dark of the forest. I am wearing a rather elaborate latex costume but not bound. My nipples on my perky B-cups are rock hard, partially due to the draft from the outside, also I’m somewhat terrified of what’s going to happen tonight. That said, I have a pretty good idea what I’m in for. As I don’t dare move from my current position, I might as well recall what led up to this point:
A Few Days Ago
I was driving up to my parent’s mountain lake cabin to get some quiet time for studies, do a bit of sewing (a hobby of mine since my mom taught me to use a machine when I was about ten) And between us, the trip was also for some very off-the-record playtime with my kinky toys. The cabin is a good 4-hour drive out of the big city and another hour up the trail. There’s no other trail or neighbors for at least 10 miles in any direction. At the foothills of the mountains, I pulled into a small town and stopped at the General Store to purchase provisions for the week.
The nice lady at the counter, a brunette in her 30’s with an early lock of grey running through her mane, offered to help load my purchases into the Jeep for which I was grateful. Before I had a chance to put my purse away she had already grabbed and stacked the two big boxes like they were cotton candy, hauling them out the door “Hey, let me get one of those” I called after her” – “Naw, no big deal," she hollered over her shoulder with a smile, in a thick rural drawl, while nudging the storefront door open, “Now whey’re ya want ‘em hon?” she asked. Trying to be useful I ran ahead and dropped the Jeep’s tailgate. I thanked her again and wanted to tip, which she refused “Got awl ah need in these here mountains," she laughed.
We chatted for a bit, and she asked me where I was heading. I mentioned my parent’s cabin up by the lake. “Yeah, I know that area well, hardly anyone around these days. Old pop-pop built a hunting shack o’er the next ridge many a year ago. He’d get a lil’ stir-crazy once a blue moon and would go up there to blow some steam off. Later he taught me to hunt in the woods up there - Plenty of wildlife to live off”. We went back inside to settle the bill; I thanked her for her time and drove off.
It had rained somewhat during the day, but the trail was still no match for the 4WD, which happily trundled up the mountain. I arrived at the cabin in the early afternoon and had ample time to get the generator and water heater going. I loaded up the fridge and surveyed the cabin.
There were a few chores to be done. Mom needed me to bring back some things and Dad had asked me before the trip to take the old master bed apart and throw the pieces out for firewood. Apparently, there had been water damage since I had been here last time. Dad had already fixed the roof leak and taken the old mattress and box spring away, but the old water-swollen frame was there. Guess he couldn’t fit it all on the pickup. A fresh new king mattress stood all wrapped up against a wall in the bedroom. No big deal, I’d sleep just as fine with the mattress on the floor.
I went to town on the frame with Dad’s circular saw and carried the pieces out back, unpacked the mattress and grabbed some fresh pillows and bedlinen from the closet. To make it a bit more homely I dug out a couple of wooden boxes in the shed which would do nicely as nightstands and some old brass electrical lamps. Voila - There! One comfy-ass bedroom! Ready to snuggle in when it was bedtime, although that was still a long time away.
After sorting out the bedroom, I took a well-deserved shower, washing the long trip and the bed hassle out of my hair. Out of the shower, I fixed myself some dinner. I sat down next to mom’s sewing table and wolfed down my food.
After eating I was feeling somewhat restless. I knew exactly why and what I needed. I had prepared well for this. Glancing outside, it was finally getting dark but with an approaching full moon in a day or so. The waxing gibbous moon lit up the forest around the cabin brightly enough to see by and I figured it was time for my solo bondage-adventure.
Night One
I first placed an important tool on the patio deck of the cabin. It’s my zip tie escape tool. It’s basically a set of cutting pliers where one handle is mounted to a block of wood using 3 saddle pipe clamps. A spring between the handles keeps the pliers open, so all one needs to do is place a zip tie in the jaws and put some body weight on the upper handle, and snap – you’re free. I made this tool a couple of years ago and it’s been tried and tested well.
For inspiration for tonight’s adventure, a while back I once read a great self-bondage story called Bunny in the Woods. The heroine had tied herself up with an eye-bolted pole from her neck collar, going down her front, to a 6-inch chain between her ankles. The pole had another eyebolt in the middle, attached to the front of a waist belt. Two additional shorter poles were attached to the front of the collar, where her hands eventually would be cuffed to each pole away from her body. Knee pads were part of the ensemble, as the poles would force one to crawl.
Rather than a simple frilly white bunny costume, I knew exactly what kind of bunny I wanted to be – a very Bad Bunny! (and not the rapping kind) From my suitcase I pulled the naughty bits I needed and began putting them in my large backpack; an open breast and crotch black latex catsuit with gloves and feet. While there weren’t many mosquitoes out at night, there were still wood ticks and other unpleasant things, which a good latex catsuit would protect against. As mine was open in critical places I knew I both had to be careful and check myself when I got back. A nice under-bust PVC corset to hug my waist and push up my breasts went into the backpack along with a 2-inch collar to go on top and a locking waistbelt. This waistbelt had a couple of thin 1/4” straps buckled to the front which ran through a small leather loop right on top of my mons and continued through my crotch, splitting up in two buckles again on the back. This was perfect for rubbing and squeezing my clit when I moved, as well as holding toys in.
A locking ballgag trainer harness went in the bag too. This started life as a heavy-duty harness with 1” wide straps. I had modified the harness with one of those new Silcensilicone extreme gags that capture your tongue into a hollow space and fills your mouth completely. Until now I had resisted the urge to try it and the thought made my puss twitch with urgency.
As I was going to be on my hands and knees during this adventure, I threw a couple of locking ankle ballet boots into the backpack as well. As my feet wouldn’t touch the ground anyway, they would be fun to wear.
To secure my hands, I had brought along a couple of bondage mittens. Again, I had to mod them for my requirements. Where normally a locking leather strap would go around the wrist, attached to each mitten, one would need somebody else to close and lock them. Not an option for me, so I had replaced the leather strap with a 2½ inch sleeve of soft, thick leather which would protect my wrists. On the sleeve were placed 6 small belt loops, through which a sturdy black zip tie ran. On the top of each mitten a steel ring was threaded onto the zip tie. This ring was for attaching each mitten to the end of the arm poles. A tiny hole was drilled through the end of each zip tie. A small paperclip was temporarily threaded through both holes. This arrangement allows me to tighten the zip ties to a comfortable, inescapable fit around my wrists, at which point the paperclip would bend apart and my hands would be free from each other, but useless for anything else than walking on all fours, until such time I got back to my zip tie escape tool on the patio.
For the occasion I had bought a couple of special items; an Ariane-Grande-style black latex bunny mask with big floppy PVC ears (look for the Dangerous Woman video).
I had also been able to procure an inflatable buttplug with a fluffy ball of black fur attached, which would be my bunny tail. As I turned it over in my hands, I laughed out loud as I realized it looked like a Tribble-on-a-Stick! (Yes, girls like Star Trek too!), but it would do the job and make the costume complete.
For my puss I packed a nice thick vibrator which had been my favorite toy for a while. Besides being remote controlled, it was manufactured with a flat clip at the end, allowing one to thread something through to hold it in place. Perfect for my crotch strap.
Having put everything I needed in my backpack, along with a little battery lantern, a large bottle of water and a blanket to dress on, I double-checked the sliding patio door was closed but not locked. I took a deep breath and headed out into the moonlit woods. I knew them well as we had been coming to the cabin since I was a kid. I knew there was a clearing about a half mile away from the cabin, which would make a great place to setup for the journey back.
As I entered the woods I enjoyed the tranquility. Some find a forest scary after dark. I never did (at least not until later that night). The birds had mostly gone to rest, and the wind was blowing gently through the trees, bringing the aroma of unspoiled nature out, which had a relaxing effect on me.
After a 15 min hike, I found the spot I was looking for. The clearing was mostly a flat layer of soft moss. Near the middle, a solitary blackened tree with a single branch sticking out about 5 feet off the ground. It looked like it had been struck by lightning some years ago. I stood and admired it, while a few ideas on how I could use this tree for another bondage adventure started percolating in the back of my mind.
I took the blanket out of the backpack and spread it out on the ground next to the tree, turned on the little camping lantern, and began putting all my stuff out. As I undressed, my red satin panties were a wet dripping mess already. I stuffed them in the backpack along with the rest of my regular clothes and hung it off the branch of the dead tree. The plan was to come back tomorrow and grab everything.
I began with the catsuit, which I had pre-lubricated back at the cabin, so it slid right on my slender frame without too much difficulty. After spending a few moments smoothing air bubbles out from underneath the latex I reached behind for the zipper tab, pulled it up my back, but left it about 12 inches from the nape of my neck for now; I had ordered the catsuit with a lockable zipper handle, so it would zip up nicely but needed a key to zip backwards. I postponed zipping up completely as I still had not put on my bunny-hood. The keys to everything were hanging back in the cabin’s shower.
After that came the corset. Again, the old tree came to good use, as there were a couple of stumps about waist height which were perfect for looping the ends of the corset laces around and tightened them up by gradually stepping away from the tree, while working the laces. After working them for a while I could begin to feel the ends of the corset touching each other and looking down, I got that nice hourglass figure that so many desire. My breath had become somewhat restricted, but it was nothing compared to that yummy feeling of being tightly compressed by the corset. Having my waist laced up, I ran the excess lacing back front and bow tied them. To cover them up, I picked up the waist belt and was able to pull it one extra notch before padlocking it on.
Working from the bottom and up, I quickly continued with locking on my short ballet boots. I was at a point anyway where I wouldn’t be doing any more walking. I never had any proper ballet training, so I cannot stand very long in these boots and walk even less. But they are quite lovely wearing in bed or sitting frog tied. I view them as bondage gear, so they were a perfect fit for tonight’s adventure where walking would be out of the question. Having laced them on I locked a padded ankle cuff around each of my legs. These had an extra thinner strap which went under the boot heels. I also added thick black rubber garden variety knee-protectors so I could traverse the forest safely. Having tested my speed on a treadmill at home, I had loosely estimated that crawling back would take me around an hour, give or take 30 minutes extra. Turned out that tonight I would be a lot longer out than I had expected…
Finishing up my legs, I locked a 6-inch chain to my ankle cuffs, first threading it through the eyebolt of the longer pole that would eventually hold me down. Right now it was just laying on the blanket and I was straddling it. As I sat down on my thighs, I wrapped two sturdy leatherbelts around my upper thighs and ankles, pinning them to each other.
Next it was time to add the entertainment options. First, I brought the bunny tail buttplug to bear. It had a squeeze-pump attached currently with a removable needle valve, similar to when pumping up a basketball. I applied some lube from the backpack and gently forced my new accessory in until its tapered ridge popped by my sphincter. I’ve done a lot of plugs but having a bunny tail stapled to my ass was kinda new. As I pumped up the plug, I could feel the soft fur brushing against the slit of skin the catsuit’s crotch opening exposed. I stopped pumping just before the plug became painful, then feeling a rush of masochism, I gave it one more pump just for good measure. These things are not 100% airtight anyway and air pressure would eventually bleed off over some hours anyway. I quickly pulled the pump needle out of the plug and fluffed the furball at the end.
I found the crotch straps for the waist belt and attached them to the two buckles in front. I adjusted the sliding leather loops, so the straps met right above and ran tightly over my clit. I clipped my vibrator’s end over the two straps and gently inserted it. I was sopping wet and horny as hell, so my pussy almost sucked the damn thing in by itself. Even currently inactive, I could feel how the vibrator pressed against the buttplug through the wall of my vag. I ran the two straps on both sides of the inflated plug, continuing to the back side of the waist belt where both straps were buckled on. After a bit of adjusting all 4 buckles, I had a perfect fit and promptly added 4 more padlocks to keep it that way.
I followed up with the bunny-ear mask. Unlike the one worn by the singer, mine was a full hood, with eye, mouth and nostril openings. The neck opening was long and flared down my neck. I stuffed the edge inside my catsuit and zipped it all the way up. The feeling of encasement was superb. Without any fuss I added my neck collar and locked it snugly into place.
Time for my all-time favorite part – the gag. These Silencilicone gags are really something. Never before I bought mine on their site have I owned a more mouth-filling and comfortable gag, which keeps anything I try to say complete gibberish. I could wear this thing for days. Mine is the strap/ballgag version which I had customized to fit my strict head harness. I picked it up and oriented the harness with the gag towards myself. I licked the tasteless silicone to make a good seal. I opened my mouth for all it was worth and slipped the intruder’s hollow cavity over my tongue, all while pushing it to align the grove for my teeth and pop the front shield behind the lips. It took a little work but totally worth it – that filling sensation is second to NONE. The rest of the harness was hanging down from the strap at the corners of my mouth. I flipped all the straps back over my head and tightened every strap. The inverted Y-strap went nicely over my nose and head, between the bunny ears and split out in the back to connect with the main strap around my neck. The best part is always the chin strap that literally seals the deal. I tightened it a notch further than I normally do which makes my teeth clamp down hard in the grove designed to contain them. This gag was not going anywhere. I tested it with a yell and all that came out were tiny moaning noises from my nose.
While rummaging through the backpack I found a pair of earplugs and my nipple chain. I normally wear the plugs to further my submission when I do self-bondage, but I love the sounds of the forest at night; the frogs croaking, the occasional hooting of an owl and the wind in the trees. For that reason, I chose not to wear them, something I would regret later that night. As it turns out, some things in Nature are better left unheard.
Instead, I put on my nipple chain with the clover clamps. It hung about 6 inches down, meaning I would have to take care to not get snagged on any low branches, or roots.
Satisfied with my ensemble so far, it was time to assemble the final pieces and get ready to leave. I picked up my bondage mittens, still connected with the zip tie/paperclip setup. I also picked up the two arm poles and padlock each mitten’s zip tie to a pole.
I hunched over and put my weight on my kneepads. This allowed me to pull the end of the long pole up to the collar where I padlocked it to the sturdy D-ring in front. together with the arm poles, one on both sides. A last padlock secured an eyebolt in the middle of the long pole to a D-ring on the front of the waist belt. Almost there.
It was time for the last steps before slipping into the mittens. I found the remote for the vibrator (fresh with new Lithium batteries that could go for hours). It was programmed for random with an initial 5-10 minute delay, so all I had to do was press the button. I closed my eyes to get used to the light of the moon, then turned off the electric camping lantern, then waited a minute or so before opening my eyes again. As I could see, I scooted off the blanket, wrapped up the remote and the lantern in it and tossed it over towards where the backpack was hanging.
As of now I was effectively hobbled to the ground anyway, but the mittens at the end of the arm poles were the final touch of restraint. Besides they would protect my latex gloves and hands from the undergrowth of the forest. I gently inserted my left hand in it’s mitten and used my right hand to pull it down. For my right mitten I pulled my fingers together as tightly as possible while pressing down on the mitten with my left mitten. The friction between the ground and the left mitten was enough to keep it in place for me to insert my hand. The absolute final step: I pulled both mittens apart and heard the zip ties tighten up. I pulled a little harder and the paperclip between them bent apart.
I was now utterly trapped as a helpless latex bunny in the woods, with half a mile to crawl back to the safety of the cabin, just as I had planned out. I wanted so badly to touch myself but with the two poles extending my arms almost fully, that was out of the question.
Before turning around and making the journey back, I sat for a minute just enjoying the songs of the nightbirds, the insects buzzing and all the other forest sounds. It was wonderful. I crawled carefully though the trees putting my leather paws down followed by the kneepads. I knew the woods well and had no doubt of the direction of the cabin.
I had been on the move at a comfortable pace for a few minutes, when without warning the vibrator kicked in at full intensity. It ran for a good 10 minutes which saw me rolling over, squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. The gag did an excellent job on transforming all my verbal emissions into quiet mmmphs. It did not take long for me to cum like a freight train, lying on my side, panting hard through my nose to catch my breath.
As I calmed down was where I first noticed something was different. It was subtle at first; the wind had died down by itself. Nothing wrong with that, however it allowed me to notice the absolute absence of any other sounds. Had I earplugged myself after all? No. The forest was eerily quiet all of a sudden. No birds, no frogs, nothing? I got myself upright for crawling again and paused to listen. This was strange, as in all my years coming here, I had never experienced the forest like this.
Warily I resumed my hobbled trek back towards the cabin while keeping a sharp eye on my surroundings. I was not spooked per se, but that changed rapidly as a branch broke what sounded like 10-something yards behind me. I stopped cold in my tracks and listened hard. Nothing. Maybe a Deer? Yeah, that had to be it. Bears weren’t native to these woods, so I wasn’t worried about that. Still… that was a loud sound, and it had rattled me somewhat.
I carefully resumed my restricted trek, trying to get some pleasure out of it, it was why I was out here in first place. I had barely taken 3 steps forward and >CRRACKK!< -there went another branch and this time it sounded like it came somewhere close on my left flank. I went from slightly spooked to downright terrified. Who or what was out there stalking me? Just then the goddamned vibrator decided to make its presence known again.
I’d never known mental anguish like this, scared out of my socks while being forced to cum once again. No thrashing around this time, I had frozen in position and was riding out the wave. Every muscle in my body was tensing up for the eventual onslaught of the orgasm as I froze mid-stride and listened with closed eyes. As the involuntary orgasm rolled over me I let out a tiny little crushed nasal peep, in retrospect very appropriate for my bunny appearance. I shouldn’t have done that. Now to my left I heard a horrifying ‘HHRRRRRmmmmmm’ of a low rumbling growl.
Later I recollected I caught the strange scent of wet fur, like when your dog comes in from the rain. That was the only thing that made sense, as it had been raining earlier. But right now, a full-blown panic was building in my chest. My catsuit felt like it had been filled with ice cubes as I was drenched in the cold sweat of fear. I forced my eyes open and looking straight ahead I saw a tiny light, being the porch light at the cabin. My heart simultaneously fluttered and sank as I was on the home stretch, but still so damn far away.
At that moment the combination of the growing panic and the view to potential salvation made my fight-or-flight instinct kick in hard. Fight was obviously not on the menu, so I began breathing hard to build up oxygen in my blood and set off crawling as fast as I possibly could, this time ignoring the vibrator that came on again, I kept my eyes straight on the porch light in the distance. Whatever was on my literal tail out here made a short, surprised snarl as I rambled forward, and it made no attempt to stay unheard and lumbered leisurely through the forest in a deliberate U-pattern around me, sometimes on my left, sometimes behind or right.
With my heart pounding hard in my chest, I kept crawling on. I was sweating profusely in my catsuit, dripping out of my breast holes and the open crotch. I realized I must be leaving a mile-wide scent trail of sweat and pussy juice that any creature of the night could follow as easy as a crumb trail of glow-in-the-dark marshmallows.
At some point the nipple chain caught on a stump, and I was stopped dead in my tracks. I panicked and thought this was it and in a moment the creature would pounce on me and it would be permanent Lights Out for Lisa. However, nothing happened?! The entity stayed outside my line of sight while I backed away from the stump and got the nipple chain unfucked so I could move on.
Later, glancing randomly to the right, perhaps due to the angle of the moonlight, a fleeting shadow moved over a cluster of nearby bushes. It didn’t make any sense. The shadow was somewhat humanoid, but it was huge and was pursuing me on all four, like I was forced to move. It just scared me even more.
While the stalker made no attempt to attack or take me down, I swore at some point I felt quick hot breaths on my exposed pussy and heard loud sniffing sounds back there. It was RIGHT BEHIND ME! (and checking out my intimates, dammit!) I whined thinly through my nose in pure terror as I crawled on towards the porch, it was now only about 100 yards away. Plowed straight through some bushes I had planted some years before, now about 10 yards from the porch. Not looking back, with shaking limbs I reached my zip tie escape tool sitting under the porch light. If the thing in the forest was going to pounce on me and drag its bound latex prey back to its lair – now would be a great time.
Yet no attack came. Running on a potent cocktail of adrenaline, dread and autopilot, I cut the zip ties, wiggled out of the mittens, reached up to push the patio door open, hobbled inside and slammed it shut behind me, flipping the dinky little latch, giving me some much-needed false sense of security. While lying on the floor inside I figured if the thing out there wanted to eat me, it had ample opportunity to do so earlier and it would be wasted effort having to smash though the patio glass door to do the same.
Still very much fettered by the pole running underneath my body, I slowly turned around in a circle looking outside, dreading what I would see. I really wish I hadn’t. At first there was nothing but the back yard up to the bushes. Then I noticed movement in the bushes and in the dark I saw them. Those who say what has been seen can never be unseen, are absolutely right. Looking straight back at me were two bright glowing yellow eyes in the bushes. What they belonged to; I could not make out as the being was crouching behind the bushes. But those eyes had me frozen solid in fear of the unknown. I could not pull away as I locked eyes with the creature.
Then the strangest thing happened that turned everything on its head. One of the eyes fucking winked at me, before they both disappeared?! There was some churning in the bushes and I saw a glimpse of that huge shadow and everything went quiet. I sat motionless and stared out the patio door. A thin stream of uncontrolled drool fell from my gagged lips down on my gloved hands, as I let out a muffled ‘phuuuug…’ As the strange encounter seemed to be over, I retreated to the bathroom, turned on the hot water and began removing my gear while pondering the nights event:
Item: The creature that pursued me obviously did not plan on harming me or putting me on its dinner plate.
Item: And what was with that wink? Clearly it was a being of intelligence.
Item: There was that fur scent. Was it just some toothless fur coat-wearing redneck fucking around in the woods with Halloween props, or was it something else?
Item: On the topic of scent, it seemed awfully interested in my own, down there…?
Having removed all my gear and hung it up to dry, I was happy to be standing again, and I stumbled out in the kitchen to fix myself some food. While heating up some chow I sent occasional nervous glances toward the patio door. Before the microwave beeped, I hurried over and put the burglar bar in place, effectively making the door inoperative. I gulped down the hot food and pondered what to do next.
Had my dad been here, he’d be busy cleaning, oiling and loading every gun and rifle he owned, but he wasn’t, there were no gun safe nor firearms in the cabin and I don’t care much for that stuff anyway. I figured the best thing was just to go to bed and try to digest the events of the night.
Sleep did obviously not come easy, but eventually I nodded off.
Night Two
I did not go out in the forest the following day. However, I had to take the trash out as the bag was beginning to smell funky under the kitchen sink. Once again, I wished I had stayed inside. While nobody or anything was lying in wait for me, I noticed several prints on the deck that had not been there the day before. They were human…ish, except a lot larger than even a man’s bare foot and then there were slight scratch marks in front of each foot. Whoever was here either was in dire need of a pedi-job or these were downright claw marks. I shuddered at the thought and went back inside.
The shadows were getting long as the day drew to a close. For obvious reasons I had ZERO interest in outside again and instead drew all the curtains, lit the fireplace and cooked a meal. I had curled up on the sofa and tried to concentrate on a book, but that familiar twinge down there told me I wasn’t done with my bondage adventures. After trying in futility to will away the thought, I gave up. “Okay, a little fun on the carpet couldn’t hurt, right?” Besides, the cabin was locked, and I felt safe inside.
Creatures of the night be damned; might as well give ‘em all a free show! I got up and went to the bedroom. Here I stripped down naked and got some toys out, my leather body harness, some extra straps and cuffs. I also gathered my favorite posture collar, a vibe and a few other things. Back in the living room I hung up my trusty sock, ring and ice cube release from one of the exposed ceiling beams. As the fireplace was roaring nicely, I turned off the electric light and began putting my toys on.
The body harness, a recent purchase, had 1-inch straps going over each of my shoulders, above and below my boobs and a strap that narrows down to a half inch going through my crotch, attaching to the harness in the back. Everything except the crotch strap tightened up well, I slipped the vibrator into my already wet pussy and tightened up the crotch strap to keep it inside.
I knelt on the thick double layer of sheepskins between the sofa and the fireplace. and strapped my shins to my thighs in a proper frog-tie, facing the patio. On went my posture collar and my gag with a black shiny 2” ball, which was the largest I could comfortably take in. Wrist cuffs went on next and feeling a twinge of masochism, all straps were tightened an extra notch.
Clamps on the nips were next, connected by a short chain, pulling my boobs toward each other. Good thing I had put the gag in first, as I whined when both nips began screaming for relief. As usual it settled into a delicious numb pain.
No need to postpone the inevitable, I reached down to turn my vibrator on, then quickly padlocked my leather wrist cuffs to the back of my body harness, forcing my hands up in the middle of my back, unable to reach anything. There! I was set for at least a couple of hours of fun.
I twisted, turned and struggled in my bonds, enjoying my self-made predicament. The warmth from the fireplace on my naked body combined with my struggles was producing a thin film of sweat on my skin, not to mention the fire that was building within, to an unstoppable crescendo. It did not take long for me to cum like a freight train, bouncing up and down on the sheepskin as far as the thigh straps would let me. I let out a long moan as the orgasm rippled through every fiber of my being, cut short by a loud creaking of the patio deck right outside! Orgasm caught mid-throat, I looked up in time to see a huge moon lit shadow pass close by the patio’s sliding glass door.
The shadow was well defined and however much I didn’t want it to be, it was unmistakable, a furry canine-like creature, pointy ears, walking on two legs. Gauging by its shadow it was hard to tell the size, other than it was big, really big! As it made its way around the outside of the cabin, I could hear it sniffing loudly by the windows and a deep, almost subsonic rumbling under its breath as it examined the cabin. My blood ran cold and even if I had not tied myself up, I was bolted to the floor in fear. In a panicky attempt to assess my situation I knew I had locked the kitchen door at the other end of the cabin, yet I could not recall if I deadbolted the door, but against an intruder this size, I might as well have bolted the door with a toothpick.
Trembling with terror, I screwed my eyes shut and waited for the inevitable. Surely enough I heard the kitchen door moan and creak under immense pressure. An odd thought hit me that moment that I was the unknown fourth, even more stupid-ass pervy piggy who instead of hauling ass off the mountain, built their house out of wet porn mags and duct tape and just for good measure tied themselves up inside! I would have laughed if I hadn’t been scared shitless. As I heard the doorjamb crack and the door pop open, I took a trembling deep breath. This is it; end o’ the rainbow Lil’ Red any moment. And just to add insult to injury, at that moment my vibrator decided to roll over and play dead for a while. Just great.
I heard the floorboards groan under the weight of the creature, now entering the cabin's living room from the kitchen. Still holding my trembling eyelids shut, I bowed my head in fear as much as my posture collar would allow and felt very much like that poor tethered goat in Jurassic Park, waiting for the T-Rex. The steps stopped short, maybe five feet in front of me. I could hear that slow rhythmic, almost rumbling breathing and I felt intensely observed. After a long moment of status quo, curiosity got the better of me. Why wasn’t I minced meat yet? I slowly opened one and the other sprang open in sheer disbelief at what I saw. A goddamn bonafide WEREWOLF in my living room. Immediately the same pair of glowing eyes locked with mine and I saw the ferociousness of the beast behind the eyes but also something else, something even more intense, which I could not define in the moment.
Breaking eye contact for a moment I tried to take it all in. The creature was indeed huge, towering about 8½ feet tall so it had to crouch to fit under the cabin’s rafters. It, no, She – was without any doubt a capital-F Fucking Female: Under a well-groomed coat of brown fur with a few gray patches here and there, She was built like a ‘brick shithouse’ as the locals would say around these parts. Bulging muscles everywhere merged in perfection with feminine curves and attributes. Two large breasts (apparently human genetics won out in that department) covered in fur up to her massive nips, each the size of my outer thumb joint. Gazing down between her legs I could see a well-defined puss with dark lips, proportionally large as the rest of her body, also covered partially by that rich, lustrous fur.
Still scared out of my brains, I unconsciously tried feebly to scooch away from her, severely limited by my legs belted up under me. A fur covered arm the size of a small log shot out at lightning speed towards me, just enough time for me to think “Shit, this is it girl," however the clawed hand stopped short of my throat and instead gently yet firmly cupped my chin, directing my gaze up to her face. She was all Wolf up there, fluffy ears standing straight, a long snout with a black shiny nose and trim black lips surrounding a massive maw with gleaming white inch-long canine teeth in all front corners. Those choppers combined with 4 sets of massive claws that would make a Grizzly piss its pants, and her super-human build, made her Mother Nature’s very own walking meatgrinder.
As she gently yet firmly pulled me closer, we locked eyes again. As some of the initial fear had subsided from mine, some of the feral ferociousness had also gone from hers, leaving room for something else I could not quite place. There was clearly intelligence at work behind those glowing yellow eyes. She briefly eyed the large D-ring on the front of my collar, hooking a large index finger claw through it and pulled me even closer.
She sniffed my face and hair, moving to my left ear which she began licking, gently at first, then picking up speed quickly. I was completely mollified as she brought her long pink tongue around to my face “Oh gawd, here comes dog breath," I thought and yanked back a little. She sensed my interpretation but gave me no quarter, instead she opened that massive maw of hers, tilted her head sideways, and with a hand behind my head pushed my entire lower face into her mouth. I could feel her canines on my neck behind my ears! I went stiff with fear for a second as I thought “Holy shit, here I am bound and gagged, being French’ed by a Female Werewolf, who literally could bite my entire face off in one go, if she wanted”
No loss of face though, instead that fantastic long pink tongue of hers played all over my nose, lower jaw and probed in between my lips and the ballgag. Her long, slim, black lips sealed against my face, and I was forced to breathe her air. I had expected the worst (we had a dog when I was a kid that loved tuna and anchovies, nuff’ said), however it was just warm, moist and intense, to my surprise not gross at all.
My fears of turning into wolf burgers were rapidly evaporating, and a familiar fire had ignited in my crotch. My inner subbie was having a blast, and I was getting more and more wet. I never ever considered myself into any kind bestiality but this magnificent creature who now absolutely possessed my body and soul, was so fucking far removed from a simple beast of nature. Hell, a day ago I didn’t even seriously consider that Her kind actually existed. As these stray thoughts flew through my mind, I began to reciprocate my furry lady-friend’s advances. As she broke contact with my face, I did my best in my bound state to snuggle up to her neck and bury my ballgagged face in the thick fur surrounding her neck. My god her scent was rich and heavenly, and I leaned further in as my restraints would allow.
A little momentary tensing of her muscles made me think she was caught by surprise by this, but when I looked back up at her with one eye out of her fur, she wore a predatory grin from ear to ear, as only a canine can do it, but at the same time there was an unmistakable kindness in her eyes. As she did yesterday to me, I gave her a wink with my eye and the pact was sealed; without words we both knew we wanted this. She embraced my little body in a huge hug and squeezed me gently towards her chest. It was heaven until my stupid nipple-clamp chain made itself known and I let out a pathetic little peep.
She must have felt it too, as she held me out and looked at the chain, looked back at my face with one raised eyebrow as meaning to say Really? Why’d ya put that dumb thing on for? I could only look down to the side with two raised eyebrows, raise my shoulders in a minute shrug then look off to the lower side as in Well… yeah, about that. She shook her head slightly in a ‘silly girl’ expression, and then while supporting my back in one massive arm she brought up her other hand – Christ, it was like 3 times the size of my own, covered in fur on the back, with those terrifying 1½” claws that gleamed in the pale moonlight. At this point I was not scared anymore, but curious as to what she had in mind. With a tactile delicateness I would not have thought those huge hands capable of, she gently unclipped each of the clamps from my now sore nipples. She seemingly knew what to anticipate, as the moment blood started to rush into each nipple and I let out a thin whine of pain, there was that magnificent tongue again, caressing each of my nipples in turn and soothing the pain. It was heaven!
Freed of my nipple clamps, I did my best to rub my chest up against her giant breasts, everything on her was so damn soft and warm I wanted nothing more than her to hold me tight against her forever. As she held me in her embrace, I was powerless to resist. Even without my self-applied bondage, I was totally in my furry forest-queen’s powerful embrace, and I could think of nowhere I’d rather be at that moment.
We’d been on the floor of the living room since she entered and while I was deep in fur-space (yeah, I totally made that one up, but hey - if the shoe fits!), she picked me up like I was a bag of airline peanuts and moved over to the big comfy sofa where I’ve spent plenty of nights. The sofa groaned and protested loudly under her weight, but held up fine. I figured she was easily 600lbs of all muscle, claws and fur. She gently set me down on the floor in front of her.
Looking with mischievous intent at me, she slowly spread her thighs, revealing that glorious jewel between her legs. Again, due to our difference in size, her puss looked so large with her labia majora covered in fur. I think I must have drooled more than normal, as she leaned forward a bit, she tapped my ballgag with one index claw then pointing back to her large clit which she revealed with two spread fingers on her other hand.
As she beckoned me, I felt drawn in like a hapless shuttlecraft caught in a Borg tractor beam (Trekkie Girl rides again!) I could sense her rich scent which felt loaded with pheromones that made me almost go cross-eyed. A small trickle of clear pussy juice leaked into her fur, she was horny as hell and the whole scene was driving me towards the edge as well. Not needing a written manual, I plunged my gagged face into that soft warm and furry wetness. I filled my lungs with her glorious scent and not a moment too soon as I felt a large furry palm slide around my neck, gently but firmly pulling me in. My nose was right under that juicy big clit, which I longed to wrap my lips around and the rest of her pussy made an almost perfect airtight seal around my lower face. I rubbed the ballgag as best as I could, even tried prying my tongue out between the ball and my teeth to get a better taste.
I won’t pretend to be a subject matter expert on werewolf hormonal effects, not that I think there are many a thesis written on the subject, but I know the experience was intoxicating. There I was, bound kneeling with my hands behind my back, a vibrator going nuts in my puss, ballgaged tightly and being more or less face-raped by a huge female werewolf. It sounds as outrageous as it was and I was loving every second, as I came hard - so much that I almost ran out of air down there exploring every part of her with my nose.
Again, almost with a precognitive sense, she pulled my head back, and I was gasping for air, she turned it gently from side to side as if to check if I was damaged or hurt. Satisfied I was fine, albeit a bit out of breath she gently stroked my cheek and let me rest for a moment while she re-arranged her massive body on the poor sofa, which groaned in agony again. She moved down the long side of the sofa with one leg up and the other on the floor. She turned towards me and with both arms picked me up again, like my weight was in ounces. She took care to position me well on the other end of the sofa on my stomach facing her, with my legs still strapped to my thighs. By way of my harness shoulder straps she pulled me in place exactly where she wanted me; with my gagged mouth right on top of her clit. She gently grabbed my head and with gentle nudging showed me what she wanted me to do. I followed her lead looking at her, moving my head minutely up and down as she wanted, rubbing her clit intensely with my ballgag.
It began slowly, like a rising storm. As I rubbed on, it felt like she stared straight into my soul with those glowing yellow eyes. There was untamed desire and a lot of emotion in there and I could swear they were pulsing slightly. Her rumbling breath became gradually more loud, ragged and picked up in tempo and she squirmed slightly in tune with the limited stimulation I was providing. She looked absolutely feral as her orgasm was approaching rapidly, like a massive black steel steam-locomotive hurtling, screaming through the night.
As she was seconds from cumming, several things happened at once. She took a very deep breath, her huge hands shot down between her thighs and my ears, cupped them firmly in her palms while using her thighs to gently add more pressure. Static was somehow building up in the air as I could feel the small hairs on my neck beginning to stand up. Her eyes turned white and they glowed due to whatever intense chemical-luminescent thing going on inside of them. She tilted her head backwards, opening that great maw of hers and let out a thunderous roar that turned into a long earsplitting howl.
Locked between her hands and thighs I was thankful for how she preventively shielded me. Being this close, she would likely have popped my ear drums. As that mega-tsunami of an orgasm ripped through her large body, the windows rattled with the sound and a couple of fluorescent tubes outside on the patio ceiling began flashing wildly on their own. Clearly, a Female Lycan orgasm was not a phenomenon to be trifled with.
As things calmed down it became obvious we were both spent, and while I was not in a position to do anything, she stretched and yawned that big mouth of hers with a thin whine as any dog might do. She looked down at me with a satisfied grin from ear to furry ear, and pulled me further up by the straps, resting my head on one of her fur-covered breasts. Lying with my head on the side, the posture collar was a little tight, but was alright as I was otherwise super comfortable. While hugging me with one arm, she stroked my hair with the other, running those massive claws gently through my hair. Her long tongue gently licked the sweat off my brow. (What is it with canines and salty human skin anyway? I guess we taste like pretzels, I mused for a moment)
We laid there for a while. I was in the middle of fantasizing about my newfound furry love in a long white satin wedding dress, trying to mentally calculate how many yards of fabric I would need, that is until we were interrupted by a small thump and a jingle. My keys had dropped. She looked over across the room, realizing what it was and gave a quiet sigh, as in ‘our time was up tonight’. Once again I was lifted up like I was a little doll and deposited gently on the floor, facing the patio doors. She got up, picked up the key bundle and put it in front of me, then made her way to the patio doors, expertly removing the burglar bar and sliding one door open. She stood in the waning moonlight sniffing the night air. Realizing she was getting ready to leave, I let out a little feeble whine in my gag and shook my head in protest. She turned towards me and looked at me like someone decides against their wish to leave a particularly savory piece of meat at the deli.
She then did something I did not expect. She spoke - or at least attempted to. Lycan physiology was obviously designed to perfection for an Apex land predator, yet not necessarily for vocalizing puny human words. She kept it short and to the point. “T’MMMRRRRRWW” I looked up, excited at the prospect of a next day encounter and nodded my comprehension. The next word was clearly difficult for her and came out almost like a cough when she pointed to a spot right in front of the patio door, “BHHHONNNI”. Okay, wear the bunny costume, got it, I nodded. Last she tapped the glass of the patio door with a long index claw, then pointed in the sliding direction, “OHHBNNNN”. Got it, leave the patio open tomorrow night. Sit and wait there, wear the bunny costume. I shuddered in delicious anticipation and nodded yes-yes-yes multiple times.
She made her way out on the patio, and forgetting I was still very much gagged, I wanted to call out after her “Wait! What’s your name?” which came out as some garbled humming. She turned halfway and gave me one last yellow-eyed wink before she turned around and disappeared into the woods at a leisurely pace.
I sat there for a moment blinking, taking it all in. Snapping back to reality - gravity and all - it was time to get loose, take a shower and go to bed. I twisted myself around and laid down on my side so I could reach the keys and unlocked my wrist cuffs. I was about to take off the thigh straps when I inadvertently touched the strap over my pussy and that damn fire started smoldering again. Instead, I opted to drag myself into the bedroom and onto the middle of the bed.
I positioned myself on my back and spread my still strapped legs as far as I could. The vibrator had died sometime between I and She came. Again, I wondered if she had a name. I pushed the strap aside and pulled the toy out, then applied some lube on the nightstand to my hands. I fingered myself to another couple of thunderous orgasms. I strained against my body harness, the leg straps and posture collar and screamed into my ballgag as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.
I must have blacked out through that last orgasm, as next thing I recall, the early rays of dawn filtered through the window and warmed my skin. I laid still, waking up, not wanting to move as I could still perceive the scent of her pussy in my nostrils. I realized I was still wearing all my gear especially as my ballgag was beginning to cramp my jaw. There was no way - I had to get up. I unstrapped and unlocked the rest of my gear from my body and stumbled into the shower for a long hot bath and get the day started. There were things to do, but honestly my mind was miles away, or should I say hours away, well into the night and the preparations to come.
The day dragged on. No longer the slightest fearful of what was lurking in the woods, I pranced around both inside and outside the house, completely butt-naked, not giving a damn if anyone saw me. I felt great. I checked out the back door after last night’s assault on it. Looks like the old deadbolt had popped right off its rusty old screws when She had applied her considerable force on the door. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed. I spent the rest of the day cleaning around the cabin and did some reading to pass the time.
Night Three
As the shadows became longer, I began getting a certain tingling sensation down there and could concentrate less and less on my book. I was eyeing the bedroom door, I had laid everything I needed out on the bed. I decided to go minimal; the latex catsuit, the bunny mask and my posture collar. As the dusk set in, I opened the patio door wide open as instructed, assumed a submissive position on the floor and waited. Nothing happened for the first 15 minutes and I was getting a little stiff in my legs and the night chill was making me shiver due to the open crotch and boob cutouts on the suit. Stiff nipples or not, the last thing I needed was a UTI to deal with. After the trek in the woods, the bunny mask was giving me grief, as one ear stubbornly refused to stay up and constantly flopped into my face.
I was about to fix it, taking a deep breath and dared to raise an eye for a moment and almost jumped with surprise as there She stood silent and majestically in my front yard, surveying me patiently with those glowing yellow eyes of hers. Apparently, She could move with absolute stealth when she wanted to. As we locked eyes, that carnivorous smile spread from ear to ear and she advanced in a slow yet deliberate stride towards me. In response, I stretched my arms out towards her in a pick-me-up way. Two steps to cross the porch, another to enter the cabin and she was standing right in front of me. She picked me up in one swoop and I flung my arms around her, burying my face in her thick neck fur, digging my fingers in, I could feel the enormous muscles rippling underneath that lustrous fur coat. She bumped me up a little higher with an arm under my butt, so I was at face height with her. My latex suit creaked as I wrapped my small legs around her waist and pulled back to look her straight in her eyes.
The mutual attraction was instantaneous and almost magnetic. Then and there all I ever wanted was that magnificent body of Hers. It started with a tender soft kiss right under her nose where her upper black lips split into two and parted with her lower lip. As She cautiously smiled, I carefully leaned in again and tenderly kissed the center split of those magnificent long black lips, letting my tongue slide up along Her long and sharp incisors at the corners of her mouth. I got a brief flashback to a certain scene in The Cabin in The Woods movie with some naughty girl having some fun with a stuffed wolf head on a wall. This was on an entirely different level. She gradually opened her mouth and her long pink tongue shot out and caressed my nose and lips.
I responded in kind, probing deeper. Her scent, her breath, everything was working it’s magic on me and I probed deeper with my tongue. She responded in kind and once again like yesterday, She then opened that huge jaw line of hers and engulfed most of my lower face. She was super careful to avoid scratching me with those sharp teeth. Now unfettered and ungagged I wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her huge oral cavity. I opened my mouth as well and let my tongue carefully probe around inside of her, till I met the tip of Her tongue and it was as if sparks flew. She had incredible inhuman dexterity in her tongue and played with mine, almost wrapping hers around mine. It was heavenly!
While deeply enthralled in this otherworldly French kiss, my hands caressed her back and moved up towards her massive neck and the back of her magnificent fur-covered head. As I drew myself closer to Her, she responded in kind by holding her hand behind my head and slowly sliding her long pink tongue down my throat. It was nothing like I had ever experienced before – that said, I’ve fooled around enough with boys and their toys in the past to learn how to control my gag reflex. That skill sure came in handy now.
As said, this was on a completely different level; I even forgot the most basic instinct to breathe for a moment. As my senses returned and my nose was free of the embrace of her thin black lips, I drew or rather tried to draw in a fresh lungful of air, but nothing happened! Her tongue was so far down my throat that it almost completely blocked my windpipe. All that came out my throat was a pathetic little “Hhrrrk!”
She immediately sensed my distress and pulled her tongue out at lightning speed. I coughed a bit which brought a tear to my eye. She cupped my face in her large hands, careful to keep her claws away from my skin and looked at me with concerned puppy-dog eyes, the way only a canine can do and gently licked my cheek, wiping my sole tear away.
I was overwhelmed by emotion, and in response I gently kissed her on that big black nose of Hers and smiled back at her. I whispered; “Don’t worry I’m fine, but I think I know another place to put that amazing tongue of yours” and winked at Her. Realizing these were the first words I exchanged with Her, I got a little embarrassed and cast my eyes down. She uttered a consenting short rumble of a growl and flashed that terrible sexy, fanged smile of hers. I looked back up at her and gently caressed the back of her ears standing to attention. They initially flinched at my touch, perhaps unused to the tender affection applied, yet it was clear She was enjoying what I was doing.
This was so much more than raw attraction, there was genuine care and understanding, blooming into what I think was genuine emotions building between us. Who would have thought that lil’ ol’ Lisa from Main St., USA would be swept off her feet by a giant mythical (and clearly lezzie) lupine creature of the night, and it seemed to be going both ways! That she was obviously female didn’t really bother me as such. Like many girls, sure - I had a fling or two, but in an age where everybody seems busy assigning letters, labels and checkboxes to everyone else, I’d never really considered if I was into this or that. I just knew right then and there that She was all I ever wanted and ticked all the typical boxes too; tall, dark, muscular and mysterious – and bonus points: A literal Beast in bed! (Yeah, okay that was a bit on the nose – and there I go again, but it’s my story dammit ;) Anyway, I felt an unyielding urge to submit myself completely to her and tucked myself under her chin as she carried me into the bedroom.
It was a good thing the old bed frame was gone, as it would surely have succumbed embarrassingly to the massive bulk of my newfound lover. Still carrying me protectively like an infant, she ducked through the doorframe and then set me down gently at the foot of the mattress. She deftly maneuvered her massive body onto the mattress and languished on her side. She lifted her knee, once again revealing her dark swollen pussy lips to me in all their glory, glistening with her juices. Not needing a written invitation, I slowly and deliberately climbed up along her muscled leg until I was face first right next to her sex.
While she intensely watched me from above like the powerful yet benign Goddess she was, I inhaled her deep lustrous scent and gently eased myself down on her. Her taste was indescribable, sweet, raw, fresh and overpowering. Everything was human down here as far as I could tell, just bigger. Not gagged this time around, I had full opportunity to explore everything denied yesterday by the gag. I quickly found her nub, swollen to a size about as large as the outer joint of my own thumb. I took that sweet berry in my mouth and sucked gently on it as I let my tongue play over it. The reaction was immediate; She began panting heavily and grabbed the ears on my bunny-hood, pulling my face further into that massive, gloriously furry pussy of hers. It was heavenly as I nose-breathed through her thick fur.
From the strong gyrations of her hip to the tiny little muscle spasms every time my tongue flicked over her clit it was clear she was enjoying herself. She was in complete control of my tiny body. After a while she uttered a short growl to get my attention. Again she lifted me up like nothing and twirled me around 180 degrees so I was back where I was but now facing her pussy upside down. No sooner had I thought “Hellsyeah, 69 FTW!” before I felt her huge jaws gently settle on each side of my lower body, her canines gently pressing on my skin above my butt cheeks and under my navel. Before I realized what was happening, she firmly shoved her long wet tongue up my pussy, making me go cross-eyed and moan out with pleasure. That quickly quieted down as I felt weight being applied to the back of my head: She flipped one leg over, resting the back of her calf on my head. My moans were immediately muffled as my mouth sank in between her huge labia folds and my nose was buried deep in her vaginal canal.
She had excellent muscle control and curled her tongue while She thrust it in and out of my pussy. It was quite clear She liked my taste as well. My inner blast-furnace had been ignited and with each thrust of her massive tongue, the flames were reaching higher and higher. I was in sensory overload already when the first orgasm hit me like a world-ending meteor, still in Her firm grip I shook violently while screaming my lust into her pussy. Moments later I felt spasms in her abdomen, and the air was building up with that weird electric charge again - she was not far behind. Like yesterday she protectively covered my ears, this time by firmly squeezing her thighs on each side of my head, and almost immediately she let out that ear-shattering roar when she came. The bulb in the bed stand lamp briefly lit up like an old-school flash bulb, before exploding with an ozone-laden pop. Fortunately, the lampshade caught the flying glass raining down on the nightstand.
As she loosened her grip on my body, I slid off to one side of the bed and reached for a flashlight I kept in the nightstand. I flicked the switch and it came on, lighting up the room a bit. Note to self, light some candles next time! I turned to look at Her, she was panting like a dog with a smile from ear to ear. I reached over and touched the fur on her huge hand and put my hand inside Hers, whispering a quiet thank you. No words were really necessary. The one ear of the bunny hood was still giving me grief so I took it off and threw it off the bed.
She began making motions as if to get off the bed and leave, but I put my hand on her arm, gently motioning and pleaded “No. Don’t go - Please stay with me!” while cranking my own puppydog-eye impression up to 11. She looked as if she was mulling it over and then relaxed and laid back down. I gave a little squeal of joy and practically threw myself in her embrace and that’s how I later fell asleep, lying on of her huge arms, my head up against her chest, listening to the slow and steady rhythm of her strong heart, while She held me in her arms. Last thing I recall thinking was I should have removed my catsuit, but it was warm and snug and She didn’t seem to mind.
The Morning After
I slowly woke up to a gorgeous day. The sun was shining through the bedroom window. I came to, as something was tickling my nose. First thing I noticed was a big loose tuft of brown-grey fur right in front of my nose. I furrowed my brow as I looked down, the bed was practically covered in the stuff! I was facing the edge of the bed, sat up and turned around and froze to discover a regular sized human body shape under the duvet.
Hmm? WTF? Much smaller than I remembered Her from yesterday? I broke the trance and reached out to slowly pull the duvet down. It revealed a mass of brown hair with a lock of grey running through it. It was attached to a very human female, who was waking up. I still sat stunned as she slowly rolled onto her back, stretching her arms while yawning. She opened her eyes and turned them to meet mine. “Oh, hi – mornin’ !” She glanced at the ocean of fur covering the bed, then looked back with a sheepish grin at me, still sitting like some dumbfounded statue “Sorry about the mess darlin’ – unlike in the movies, all that fur has to go somewhere when werefolk like me switch back.”
I still sat with a very open-mouth expression while one half of my sleepy brain was furiously kicking the other half, refusing to start like a stubborn old lawn mower; “Uh… buh… Who… Wha…” were the first embarrassing signs of non-intelligence that left my mouth.
She smiled endearingly at me and as that rusty lawnmower in my head finally sputtered to life, I instantly recognized her – “Hey, you’re the lady from the general store down the mountain?”
“Guilty as charged!” She grinned and held her hands up and the duvet slid down to reveal a gorgeous set of breasts. Eying my reaction, she laughed and held a hand forward. “Ah see y’all still like whut you see - Carol’s the name.”
I took her hand and stammered back “L-Lisa, pleased to meet you… Again, I guess?” As I got back to my full faculties and began processing all that happened, I got somewhat worried and I cautiously asked “Carol, although you’ve repeatedly scared the shit out of me, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t immensely enjoy the last couple of nights, but I gotta know – did you follow me up the mountain?”
Carol took a deep breath and squeezed my hand gently “So to answer that, lemme tell y’all a lil’ bit about what being half-wolf is like. We’re like two drivers, with one Transformer-car if you know what I mean. We’re both inside, but only one of us can be at the wheel at a time. So while you and me met like this down at the store, my Wolf, Sophie - as I call her – was watching all along from behind my eyeballs and I guess she really took a shine to you! So when I went up to Pop-pop’s cabin to stay during the full moon, Sophie wolfed out earlier than I expected. When that happens, it’s my turn to take a backseat. I can see and hear everything that’s going on but Sophie is 100 percent runnin’ the show then. She caught your scent when you were out playing in the woods. By the way, just say’n Lisa – Both of us just lu-uuv’ that bunny outfit and the kink you did!” she said with a wink and put her hand on mine.
Realizing I was still wearing the open breast and crotch latex catsuit from yesterday, I felt a little embarrassed. I did my best to compose myself: “Wow, that’s a lot to take in,” I replied while standing up and undoing the catsuit -” I remember you mentioned your grandfather, you said he would ‘go there to blow steam off once a blue moon’ – would I be correct that you were quite literal about that?
“Yep darlin’ - the Wolf has been in the family bloodline for a thousand years or more. Pop-pop was half Cherokee, specifically the Aniwahya – also known as Clan of the Wolf. History is somewhat fuzzy on the subject of exactly how, but the lighter side of the family lore goes that a Shaman got plenty buzzed on ritual shrooms to mistake some poor lady wolf for his Squaw. Shit happens ah guess,” Carol said with a laugh and extracted a giggle from me as well.
“As I said,” she continued, “it runs in the family but seems to skip generations at random from what ol’ Pop-pop could gather. He had the Wolf in his blood, it skipped my Dad, and then my dance card came up. The more involved take on the tribal stories goes that it’s the genetic calling card of an ancient Lupine deity and it only manifests in those in the bloodline it deems worthy”
“Okay, so when you told me your Pop-pop taught you to hunt in the mountains, I presume it wasn’t with a 12-gauge?” I asked
“Actually he taught me both ways, as those of us who are born with the Wolf need to learn to live both our lives covertly. While the mob of angry villagers with pitchforks are rarely riled up these days, as hardly anybody nowadays seriously believes we’re real, there are unfortunately plenty of rifle wielding Sasquatch-hunting idiots, who’d be likely to mistake my kind for Bigfoot and even then, probably only too happy to hang our head on their trophy wall. And no, ol’ Sasquatch ain’t real – we’d have known! The whole silver-bullet thing is bullhonkey too: While you’d need a stupid number of rounds, regular lead will eventually take us down just fine when wolf’ed out,” she said with a shrug.
“I am curious on that,” I asked –“How do you ‘wolf-out’, and is it really a full-moon thing?”
“Yeah, kinda – Pop-pop had summarized it had something to do with the lunar cycle inducing minute changes in gravity, the same forces that causes tidal changes. It somehow triggers a change in the Lycan blood, which kicks off the whole shapeshifting thing. From a science perspective the whole thing probably violates every damn law of thermodynamics, but the Wolf don’t give no crap, she comes out to play anyhow. And it’s not like any Lycans were lining up around the block for a group study”
“Is the change painful? I mean – Sophie is volumes larger than you and when you change back, there’s all this, I said referring to all the fur on the bed.
“Yes and no, when the change happens the body gets flooded by endorphins which takes the edge off those massive growing pains, but it feels what I imagine an epileptic seizure is although I never had those for real. Still, I spaz out completely and can potentially hurt myself and anyone around when Sophie emerges - she’s completely batshit for about 15 minutes before she settles in at the controls. During that stage she’s quite dangerous to be around, so all of us must take precautions, that’s what Pop-pop’s cabin is really for…
As I was dressing, I was intrigued by what Carol had shared with me and I wanted to learn more about my newfound two friends in one. However, the night’s excursions had left me ravenously hungry, so I offered to go fix us some breakfast. Carol gladly accepted and I threw a big skillet of eggs and bacon together with a pot of coffee.
As we hunkered down at the kitchen table and we, dare I say, wolfed down breakfast, it was clear from what I had experienced, that Carol and Sophie were two different personalities sharing one shapeshifting body. While Sophie was dominant and assertive, yet kind, Carol appeared to be all-round friendly, straight-forward chatty and even-keeled.
“Do you per chance have any milk around,” she asked between a couple of bites –helps a lot after the whole bone-growing and shrinking business – these eggs are great btw, helps make Keratin. I lose a fuck-ton of it when the fur grows out.” I gladly obliged and got her a big glass which she gulped down in no time, leaving a silly little milk-moustache. I offered up a couple more eggs which she gladly accepted.
There was however one thing still bugging me and I approached the subject as delicately as I could, absentmindedly torturing a lone piece of bacon with my fork.
“Uhm… in terms of the hunting, what does Sophie… hunt…?” I asked carefully. Eying my obviously insecure expression, Carol reached over the table and put a hand on mine; “Aw honey, you’re asking if people are on the menu, right? No, my kind found out the hard way centuries ago that contrary to your amazing breakfast, regular ol’ Humies aren’t very crunchy nor good with ketchup, and when one went missing, them pitchfork brigades came out in droves. Sapien-burgers were just not worth the risk nor effort. The mountain provides plenty of wildlife for a carnivore anyway; Deer, Moose, Beavers, and hell - wouldn’t you know it – even Bunnies!” She gave me a soft elbow jab and a naughty wink. I couldn’t help laughing.
“So that’s what your grandfather taught you back then?”
“Yup," Carol replied; “Before the lunar cycle we’d go up to the cabin and he’d secure himself. When the change happened he’d take me out in the woods as a lil’ cub, show me how to find prey and sneak up on them from down-wind. You saw first-hand how Sophie can move with almost no sound. The rest usually involves a lot of squealing, slashing and ripping, but hey - that’s just the nature of the beast,” Carol finished, looking somewhat embarrassed to the side.
“Okay, a girl’s gotta eat – I get that, but can you tell me what you meant by your grandfather securing himself in the cabin?” I asked. “Yeah about that, Pop-pop built a big ol’ steel cage inside the cabin, so he could control the Wolf during the changeover. He’d lock himself in there until the change had completed. He’d put a combination lock on the door and write the numbers on a blackboard across the wall from the cage. The Wolf, once settled in, is every bit as smart as you and I, so they had no problem reading the code. As you experienced yourself, Sophie has dexterity in those big claws to easily rotate the lock tumblers. He used this as a safety delay to ensure his Wolf did not get loose prematurely and hurt someone. I use the cage for the same purpose to this day, although I’ve made some… modifications to it over the years.”
“Oh? What kind of modifications?” my interest piqued.
Carol looked somewhat sheepishly at me; “Erm… well, your kind of modifications, to be honest.”
“Shut the front door!” I said with a shit-eating grin, “Are you kidding – When can I see it?!”
“Well," Carol replied, “If you want, we can hike over there today.” She looked past me towards the nightstand lamp. “Besides, looks like I owe you a new lightbulb and a kitchen door latch”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Dad’s got enough spare bulbs out back to last through Ragnarok and the latch just needs a bit of percussion therapy and some fresh screws," I responded with a laugh.
It was settled then. Carol helped me do the dishes and we cleaned up all Sophie’s leftover fur, took care of the broken bulb glass and tidied the place up before we left.
The Cabin in the Woods
Soon after we found ourselves hiking through the forest. As we crossed a small stream, my foot slipped on the muddy embankment. Carol had lightning fast reflexes and caught me in her arms and I found myself close to her face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. I thought I saw something move behind her pupils and figured it was Sophie making herself known back there. My knees went all jelly and with Carol’s face inches from mine, I gently leaned in and gave her a little kiss. She blushed slightly with an “Oh my…” which trailed off into another long kiss. We had both found something in each other we liked and wanted and the temperature was rising fast between us.
Carol patted my shoulder; “Hey, we’ve only got a mile to go and there’s a real comfy bed at the cabin, why don’t we check that out instead of this mudpit?” I agreed with a grin and she took my hand in hers and we walked the rest of the way over the hill until the cabin came into view in a grove of pine trees. As we reached the front door, I was horny as hell and was stroking her butt in her tight blue-jeans, making Carol miss the keyhole twice before the door unlocked.
Stepping inside revealed a cozy old log cabin interior with a combined kitchenette and living room with a fireplace. There were two doors at the end. One was halfway open and revealed the corner of a bed, the other door was closed. I had an idea what might be in there but it had to wait, as Carol was half way dragging me to the bedroom while pulling both her own and my clothes in between kisses and groping. I was loving every minute of it as we threw ourselves into a massive oversized bed. It was clearly custom built on a heavy oak frame, likely built to comfortably fit something much larger than a couple of average human women.
We slipped naked under the sheets. I buried my face in Carol’s hair and drew in a sharp breath of air as she slid a hand between my thighs and slipped into my wet spot. She drew her hand up and licked her finger with delight while giving me a naughty wink; “Mmmh, I think I want a better taste – how ‘bout you, darlin’?” Not really waiting for an answer she turned around, crawling over me towards the bottom of the bed, her lips caressing first my nips, then my bellybutton, parking her nose in my slit and her firm lips around my clit. I reached up around her hips and dragged her mound down to my face and returned the favor.
Perhaps it was the slight fresh sweat we had worked up on the hike mixed in with everything else. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating as hell as we laid for the longest time intimately exploring each other, giving oral pleasure. It did not take long before we came seconds apart, howling our lust into the other girl's pussy. After a few moments catching her breath, Carol moved herself back up and snuggled up behind me, planting a big kiss on the back of my neck. We just laid there and chilled out and I thought about the three days of amazing sex that Carol/Sophie and I had over the last three days and where things might take us.
As the sun started getting low, Carol began stirring and becoming somewhat uneasy, rubbing her arms and legs absentmindedly. “What’s the matter, hon - you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah no, it’s the last night of full moon this lunar cycle and I can begin feeling the change coming later as a tingling in my bones”
“Already now?” I asked, maybe with a nervous twinge in my voice.
Carol put an assuring hand on mine. “Don’t worry, Sophie does not come on stage before the sun is down and the full moon is above the horizon, we’ve still got some hours, but perhaps we should get something to eat, then I’ll show you the other room.
A Room with a View
An afternoon of ravenous girl-sex had left us both famished and we raided Carol’s pantry for some cans of meatballs and spaghetti and went to town on a large pot, like a certain couple of Disney dogs. After clearing the dishes, Carol took down a sturdy old key from a hook and motioned with it for me to follow her. She unlocked the other door, the lock sounded a solid clunk and opened up the solid oak door. Initially the room was pitch black and my jaw dropped when she flicked on the light.
The room was empty except for two items, a closet next to the door and a large rectangular cage about five feet high made of very solid one inch steel bars. This cage looked like it was meant to contain something straight out of a Ridley Scott space movie and was bolted to the solid oak floor beams of the cabin’s floor. The end of the cage, currently farthest away from us, was set on heavy hinges and could swing outwards. The opposite wall had a set of tall double doors meant to be opened to the outside of the cabin. These were currently closed.
Carol could see I needed some ‘splaining and gently led me over and showed me how things worked. “So this is the original cage that Pop-pop built. I have been welding on some fun mods to it over the years for solo play, but it still does its original job of making sure Sophie stays put until the transformation is complete and she is settled in at the controls. Once she’s all there she can open the cage’s combination lock and go through the double doors, without trashing the rest of the cabin.”
Having seen Sophie in her full form, I looked at the cage again and at first glance it looked like it might be a tight fit. “It looks like the cage is barely large enough for her?”
“Yes, she would be kneeling inside the cage on the soft padding. You can see there are some large restraints in there for holding her in place. If we are in the middle of hunting season, it’s safer for us both that Sophie stays put inside the cabin until moonset.
I stared in fascination at the cage and then the dime dropped: I had seen something similar before. It was a scaled-up version of a Pichard Cage, just like the ones on the House of Gord website. I had many happy memories of creaming my panties while browsing their content. I tried to imagine Sophie’s massive werewolf form kneeling and restrained in the cage while thrashing wildly around and I began absentmindedly twirling a nipple.
“I can see this is rubbing yer kinkybone in a good way, huh?” Carol said, giving my butt a gentle pat.
“For sure!” I replied, “But does Sophie enjoy being restrained? I was sure she’s a 100% top?”
Carol gave pause and said “Well like all us girls, she’s a little complicated," Carol laughed and continued; “You are right that she an alpha predator at the top of the food chain, and a 100% top, but she understands the need for sometimes to stay at home during hunting season and she’s not the type to just veg out in front of the TV with readers, yarn and knitting pins.”
I giggled at that mental picture “Okay, hence the restraints, then?” I asked.
“Yeah, she certainly did not love them at first but understands the occasional practical need and she’s later warmed up to my kink, which is similar to yours of tying myself up.”
“Wait, what? You like that too?” I was flabbergasted and getting even more horny.
“Yeah hon, again - guilty as charged,” Carol answered sheepishly. “While Sophie and I share the same mental space and look out the same eyes, it’s like there is an opaque wall between us. We can’t communicate directly, but often a strong emotion manages to piece the veil. As we grew up we’ve both gotten better at lobbing a thought over the fence. I remember a few years ago I was looking at sex toys, and stumbled for the first time over a fucking machine, you know – basically a dildo on a piston doing its thing. I sensed a strong positive reaction from Sophie. Then and there I knew how I could reconcile my need for tying myself up with making the restraints a fun experience for Sophie too.”
My mind was in overdrive, imagining Sophie restrained inside that cage while being pounded by a large automated dildo from behind. Meanwhile Carol had opened up the large closet next to the entry. It revealed a large collection of stainless steel chains and manacles of various sizes, some dildos both large and small and at the bottom of the closet stood the fucking machine.
My look was unmistakable trying to take it all in. Carol leaned in and almost breathed in my ear “So here’s my thought; why don’t we let ol’ Pumping Jack Flash here take the night off and let you do the pounding instead?”
I bit my lower lip while a familiar tingle began making itself known between my legs and I guess my intrigued look at Carol gave my state of mind away.
She winked back at me and continued; “Sophie obviously had her way with you, so a little equal opportunity only seems fair, right?” she said with a grin. From a drawer she picked up a leather strap-on harness and picked out a large black dildo. It was easily 3 or 4 inches in diameter and about 1.5 foot long. An absolute monster for any untrained woman, yet for a being of Sophie’s scale it was probably just about right. She fitted a one-foot stainless extender between the large dildo and the harness. As I looked like a big question mark, Carol explained. This is to make it easier for you to reach her inside the cage. “So how do you think she will react to me topping her?” I asked, a little nervous.
“Well, you know she’s watching and listening right now through my eyes and ears and I’m pretty sure she’s intrigued. She’s played with you twice now and as long as you are not mean to her, I bet she’ll be an overgrown pup in your hands.”
Smiling, I mulled this over while Carol proceeded to haul a bunch of other stuff out of the closet, several steel manacles obviously sized for a larger being than herself, several pieces of heavy chain, a dozen sturdy padlocks, a heavy padded steel bar, its length being just about the width of the cage and a strange large black shiny hood fixed around an inflatable rubber dildo about 8 inches long. She continued to pull out what looked like an industrial grade meat-hook, but with a stainless steel ball at the end. Last she piled on a few rubber straps, some very big mittens and what looked like a huge pair of black latex ballet shoes and a matching corset.
I stood wide eyed and looked at the ever growing pile of kinky gear which Carol laid out. “Okay, so all this oversized gear is obviously fitted to Sophie's measurements. The way it works is that I will be inside the cage wearing everything loosely and as Sophie emerges, she will fill out both the clothes and restraints before she’s in control. We’ve done this a bunch of times alone and it’s safe as I always transform back and can slip out of everything.”
“Ok, let me know how I can help,” I said.
“Sure, let’s get you dressed for the occasion. We’re about the same size so you can borrow some of my stuff.” Carol opened a side door in the closet which had several latex items in regular sizes. She picked out a red catsuit with open crotch and breasts along with some black thigh boots and gloves. Carol accessorized the outfit with a black latex corset and a leather belt.
As I got dressed, she circled me naked and helped zip and tuck the outfit in place. “There, that’s a proper dom outfit for tonight” she said in a low husky voice while stroking my butt. I was about to reciprocate but she drew back with a smile “Nah-ah!” You’re gonna have to wait for the big girl to come out and play. Besides, we got a few more things to do.”
From the ceiling in the cage room, four bright Coleman lanterns hung on ropes. She lowered each of them down, primed and lit them and hoisted them back in place. When all of them were quietly hissing above, spreading their bright golden light out in the room, Carol walked over to a circuit breaker box on the wall and cut the main power to the cabin. “You already know how Sophie’s orgasms mess with everything electric, so that’s why we’re going kerosene from here on. Wolfing out is even more crazy, which is also why the cage is grounded," she said, pointing to a solid steel cable bolted to the cage like a lightning rod wire, disappearing down through the cabin’s floorboards. I nodded, fully remembering the experience from last night.
Carol looked out the door to the rest of the cabin, eyeing the setting sun through the windows. “Okay we are on time, but I really should get in the cage soon. There is one more thing I need to do.” From a drawer in the closet, she produced a shiny brass ring. It was about 2 inches in diameter and about 1/4" thick. “You ever seen a nose ring on a bull, honey?” She asked me in that endearing country drawl of hers” – I nodded. “Well, we’re gonna need this for Sophie”. She inserted a small brass tool into the side of the ring and it snapped open with a little ‘snick’ sound. Carol turned to a mirror in one of the closet doors and pushed her nose up to reveal a larger than usual septum piercing, big enough to accommodate that massive ring. She deftly pushed the ring through the piercing hole, turned around and looked at me with a grin as she snapped it shut with a click. “There! Now let’s get me and all this stuff into the cage.”
I helped her move the big pile of clothing and restraint towards the cage. Carol opened the front end and crawled backwards into the cage. I helped to close the three big steel latches and secured them with padlocks. Carol first began putting on those huge ballet boots which currently were several sizes beyond her own. This didn’t faze her one bit as she quickly proceeded to wrap a set of similar oversized stainless-steel cuffs around the boot ankles and a similar, slightly larger set around her lower legs right under her knees. She continued with the overbust corset which currently hung loose on her frame. Spreading her legs out to the sides of the inside of the cage she turned to me “Hon, grab four padlocks and secure each ankle and knee cuff to the anchor point on the cage sides”. I nodded and quickly did as she asked, sensing that time was of the essence.
Meanwhile Carol padlocked a pre-measured length of heavy chain from one back corner of the cage, looped in front of her waist, and locked it to the other back corner. This would prevent her from moving her butt forward. Pressing her chest against the soft padded floor of the cage she grabbed the ball hook and lubricated it with a generous gob of Vaseline. Reaching back she did the same to her butthole and matter-of-factly pressed the ping-pong sized stainless ball against her butthole, until it glided past her muscle with a quiet pop that made her moan and go crosseyed for a moment. The eye at the end of the hook was padlocked with a short length of chain to the roof of the cage. The waist chain and the butt hook would work against each other, one pulling her backwards and the latter pulling her forward. I was sitting next to the cage happily fingering myself while watching Carol with fascination, going through her self-incarceration process with clockwork precision.
A large studded two inch leather collar (not unlike an over-sized dog collar…) went around her neck and was padlocked in place. It was significantly larger than Carol’s current neck circumference. 4 lengths of chain were already attached to the collar. Carol reached forward in the cage and secured the collar chains to anchorpoints at 4 corners, effectively suspending the collar in the middle of the front of the cage with her head loosely in it.
Carol worked with efficient and precise moments like she had done this a hundred times. For all I knew, maybe she had? I watched her pick up the large latex hood which clearly was made for a larger and different shaped head. There were holes for eyes and canine ears and a round hole at the end of the snout for a nose to poke through. Right now all the oversized gear looked kinda silly on her, yet I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen once Sophie made her presence known.
I noticed what looked like an 8 inch long inflatable dildo inside the lower snout part of the mask. The dildo was only lightly inflated and currently pursed loosely against Carol’s lips. She pointed to the hose and hand pump bulb attached to the dildo gag; “Once Sophie comes out, I will take in as much as I can of this gag and you give it about 10-12 pumps. As her snout forms, this big inflatable sausage will fill out her maw nicely inside the hood”. I nodded quickly as Carol proceeded to attach a short length of chain between an anchor point right in front of her face to the massive brass ring in her nose. Still having some head movement in the loose oversized restraints and she turned her head; “The nose ring really helps keep her under control, but let’s finish me up”. She pulled on a pair of black oversized latex opera gloves which ended in a pair of big sturdy shiny rubber balls, about half the size of basketballs. A large cuff was already closed around each wrist, plenty big that Carol could push her human-sized hands through. “Ok, next couple of things will go faster if you can help," she said while lifting her arms up behind her. “Grab that padded steel rod and slide it sideways into those eyelets on the cage side. It goes over my back and under my arms so my elbows will rest on it. Once the holes at the end line up, you’ll want to padlock it in place. ” I did as she asked and locked the elbow bar in place. “
“Great, all we need is to secure the wrist cuffs to the sides of the cages. There are two big padlocks left on the floor. Run each shackle through the ring on a wrist cuff and then through one of the welded attachment points on the cage sides”. I grabbed the massive Abloy padlocks that Carol pointed at. With their thick hardened steel shackles they were anything but dinky suitcase locks. A resounding >clunk< was heard as each padlock secured Carol’s oversized wrist cuffs to the cage sides. Her elbows were now resting on the padded steel bar with her lower arms forced slightly down and outward. She gave them both a shake for good measure.
I stepped back and admired my handywork; “Well, I guess that’s everything, how are we doing on time Carol?”
“Oh it’s soon, hon. I can feel the change humming through my blood as a kind of weird itch I can’t scratch. I think we have about half an hour before it’s showtime. Maybe you want to grab a chair from the cabin and sit in front of the cage, then you will be the first thing she sees.”
I made my way on my stiletto boots out in the living area of the cabin and grabbed a low stool from the fireplace area and took it back to the cage room. I licked my lips observing Carol all hooked up in the cage. At this point if she wanted she could have wriggled out of all the large clothes and restraints, but the cage was locked shut so she could not have gone any further. Instead she just silently kneeled, busied herself sucking on the large uninflated cock in the hood. I stroked her over her bare back through the cage bars and she shuddered and moaned softly.
As I sat down on the stool in front of Carol’s cage, I began stroking my pussy and twisting a nipple on myself with a grin, “Sorry,” I said; “but you are just so damn delicious in that setup. “Oh I don’t mind sweetie," Carol replied; “perhaps once the full moon period is over, perhaps we both can have some fun locked up in here together?”
That rubbed my kinky bone in a major way, briefly imagining us both, all gagged and restrained together inside the cage, an unscheduled “Oooohh…” escaped my lips as I looked hungrily at Carol.
I could hear that her breathing had become more laborious. Hurried, in between breaths she said, “Ok, almost there. Remember, don’t put your hands inside the cage before Sophie is all there. She could easily break your wrist unintentionally when thrashing around in her restraints. After throwing a white-eyed tantrum, she will rest for a few minutes. That’s where you pump up the gag.”
“Ok, thanks for the warning. How do I know when she is there?”
“Look in her (huff) (huff) eyes," Carol said, breathing hard. She had begun to sweat profusely. “When they glow (huff) yellow (huff), she’s all thereaaaaaaahrrrr," Carol finished the sentence in a scream of pain. She froze up for a second and looked at me with dilated pupils that were slowly pulsing bright white faster and faster. Her voice dropped two octaves and in a deep, borderline demonic voice she said two words; “Get ready!” and all hell broke loose.
The Transformation
I was frozen solid on the stool watching everything happening to Carol inside the cage. She began shaking, first it was subtle. Then it intensified as eerie ripples moved under her skin, which began changing color to something darker.
The air was changing too, laden with ozone I could feel a huge charge building. Hair was sprouting from her every pore, growing at a rate no normal follicle would ever support. As the hairs joined into fur, massive bolts of static electricity shot out from her to the bars of the cage. Carol seemed to feel these jolts, as each strike made her lurch and roar. I made sure to keep my distance as I had little desire to get zapped.
Her mass was inexplicably increasing by the minute, and muscles began to bulge and ripple under her new skin. I watched with fascination as Sophie’s true form began filling out the boots, corset and mitten-gloves as well as all the custom restraints began to close around her form as she grew.
Her face was the slowest to change and appeared to be the most painful too as massive amounts of bone and cartilage and muscle was rearranging itself as I was watching. Her eyes were pulsing bright milky white ever faster. The human ears disappeared under the mask and the canine ears began to rise up through the holes in the top. Her nose began to round, swell and turn dark, all while that big brass ring stayed firmly put and chained to the cage. While partially hidden by the face mask, probably the most frightening thing was seeing her mouth change from a human jawline, the massive fangs coming out and her entire facial structure gradually changing into a canine shape.
I did not envy her transformation, as wolfing-out was obviously a slow, painful process, definitely not the quick and slick CGI transformations from the movies. As her face and vocal-chord configuration changed, her screams turned into more raw animalistic howls by the minute. We were probably 20-something minutes in and all Carol’s features were more or less gone and Sophie had fully formed. The long black gloves ending in those sturdy rubber balls and the big ballet boots now fit her perfectly and the cuffs were tight around her wrists and legs. The corset had also settled in place and gave her massive furry humanoid form a nice hourglass figure. The hood was a sight to behold as it now had settled snugly over her entire head down to her throat, which was now held rigidly in the middle of the cage by the suspended big leather collar. Her ears had fully formed and stood to attention, her entire jaw was enclosed by the hood and her black nose poked out of the end of the hood, still with the brass ring secured to the cage door right in front of her.
At this point her eyes were now glowing solid white and I knew by Carol’s warning she was at her most dangerous, as she had not settled mentally into her body yet: Sophie was snarling furiously and it sounded like she was ferociously chomping on the currently flaccid gag inside mouth as I could see her mouth opening and closing, stretching the hood. Somehow, I guessed the gag was probably designed for that, yet I did not dare reach for the pump yet as she was violently pulling at every restraint around her. I could feel hard puffs of hot air coming from her nose with every struggle, but Carol’s granddad had built the cage well. There was no give anywhere and Sophie was secured exceptionally well in the cage. Eventually the white-eyed blind rage peaked as her wrists were shaking hard against the steel cuffs. Looking down the side of the cage I could see Sophie's hands flexing hard inside the rubber balls, but even as strong as she was now she could not break them open.
As quick as it started her struggles subsided and she closed her eyes, fully transformed, yet still breathing hard. Through her eyelids it looked like the white rage-light was dimming and her heavy breathing began to slow down. I remembered this was the right time to do her gag, so I reached out slowly and warily for the pump bulb and gave it a careful squeeze. No reaction? Good. I gave it about ten more squeezes and I watched the big phallus grow within Sophie's maw. Thankfully She seemed oblivious to what I was doing.
As I was about to give the pump one more squeeze for good luck, Sophie nearly scared the shit out of me as her eyes flew up without warning, looking straight at me. It was her usual golden luminous piercing eyes. The expression in her eyes was hard to read but then she did that thing again: She winked one eye at me, and I knew we were both alright.
I sat on my knees in front of her cage, still holding the gag pump in one hand, and reached through the cage bars and gently stroked her ears. As I ran my hand down the side of her masked face I asked if the gag was too tight. Sophie minutely shook her head as far as her nose ring would allow. That made me a little damp below. I always liked a good gag myself so bonus points to my big furry lover! I asked her “So… you want it a little bigger?” Again a naughty wink and I stroked her head gently while giving the pump another couple of squeezes. On the second pump Sophie gave me a thin little throat whine like a regular dog would do, and she threw in a pair of puppydog eyes for good measure. “Allright you gagslut, think you’ve had your fill," I said, letting a little air out again. I stoked her head again and I sensed she was content with the situation.
Topping an Alpha
I got up on my knees while caressing my boobs in the crimson catsuit, letting Sophie enjoy the show as a rather captive audience. Well, well, my dear – It would appear that Little Red’s got the drop on the Big Bad Wolf tonight, huh?” I pressed my crotch against the cage bars inches from Sophie's restrained nose, I could see her inhaling heavily with more puppydog eyes. “Oh, did you get a whiff of something you like? Well, you have to behave for that. Only good little puppies get dessert!” I said with a smile. I got up and slowly walked around the cage. The only sounds in the room were my stilettos on the cabin floor and the gentle hiss of the Coleman lamps. I gently stroked her muscular back through the top cage bars and I felt her powerful muscles flex beneath her warm soft fur.
On a whim I laid down on the floor next to the cage and stretched both arms through the boars, gently groping Sophie's big fur-covered breasts. She was eying me sideways through the mask, but other than shake her boobs slightly there was not much she could do. I twirled her big nipples between my fingers and felt them go rock hard “Maybe I should go look for a nipple chain and a weight for down here, huh?”
Sophie reacted by going tense and another whine, which I interpreted as “Nooo, please no!”
“Sensitive nips, huh? Okay, I am sure we can find something else to tease you with.” I laughed. I felt Sophie relax as she became used to my style. I am not a natural born top, but I know how to get a girl off.
After more gentle caressing and rubbing, I got up again and walked around the back of the cage, I could see the waist chain and the butt hook were doing their thing together. Sophie could not move a fraction of an inch forwards or backwards without one or the other stopping her. I noticed a now quite familiar scent spreading back there.
“Hmm, smells like much more than teen spirit back here!” I said with a grin as I stroked her furry butt. Her big tail was all bunched up inside the cage after the transformation, so I gently reached in and guided it out through bars of the top rear of the cage. With it out of the way I reached down for her soft furry goldmine, and sure enough she was sopping wet to the point she was dripping her love juice on the cage floor. There was no mistake, my big werewolf girlfriend was horny as hell and locked inside the cage, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it - “but I certainly can!” I thought with a naughty smile.
“Ooh, look at that – who’s a horny little pup tonight?” I said teasingly while I slipped my hand through the back of the cage. I kneeled down and placed my index and middle finger on each side of her huge clit and slid my thumb into her love canal. As I twirled her clit with two fingers, Sophia sent a deep moan into the inflated gag in her mouth and her arms shook in their cuffs. She was clearly enjoying herself - the dead giveaway was her freed tail wagging all over the place, including my face as I got a mouthful of fur in an unguarded split second. “Pffwa!” I laughed, spitting out hairs; “Somebody get this crazy feather duster out of my face! - I am afraid we’ll have to do something about that, dear.” Sophie groaned deep in her gag in response.
A few rubber straps were still strewn on the floor. I picked one up and caught Sophie’s tail with both arms as it was no exception to the rest of her physique; big and powerful. She was playfully determined not to make it easy for me, so I wrestled a few wraps of the rubber strap around her tail and guided it in a gentle arc up towards the front of the cage where I buckled it firmly down to the bars around the middle of her back. The tip of her tail still twitched, but was going nowhere now.
In mock protest Sophie began rattling her arms, she still had a few inches of movement on her elbows across the padded steelbar across her back and she shook them in futility for all that it was worth.
“Hmm, you know you’re not going to win this, right love?” I said tenderly while stroking her body, “As long as I got straps I will just keep applying them until you are still as a brick in there.”
Sophie seemingly awaited my next move, so I picked up another wide rubber strap and guided it around her upper arms, right above her elbows resting on that padded bar. This took all the slack out of her arm restraints and upper body. Between the collar and nose ring keeping her head in check, down to her wrists secured to the cage sides there was absolutely no movement available to her. It was not for lack of trying; I could see all the powerful muscles in her body flexing in futility against every restraint. It was intoxicating and making me horny as hell.
I moved to the front of the cage to look at how Sophie was doing. When I entered her field of view, she cranked the puppydog eyes up to eleven and was panting heavily through her nose looking up at me.
I reached in and stroked her shiny hooded head and nuzzled her ears. “Aw, look at you now, all strapped down, gagged and helpless and at the whim and mercy of li’ ol’ Lisa Bunnyrabbit. Who would have thought my little bondage adventure in the woods would have led to all this?”
Sophie let out a thin canine nasal whine, which was pretty much the only thing she could do. Any head movement was immediately arrested by the brass ring in her nose. I squatted now and held a gentle hand under her head and rubbed her jawline, now occupied by that large inflatable gag in her mouth. I looked into her eyes; “You know what’s coming next, right? I am going to strap that big black monster cock on, and fuck you until the lights go out down the mountain.”
Sophie shuddered, but there was the wink again - it was clear she was totally into this and couldn’t wait.
“Okie, let’s see… What else could I do to you first? I could blindfold you, or on second thought…” I remember seeing a large mirror on wheels in the next-door bedroom and got up; “Excuse me for a minute”. A soft moan escaped Sophie's throat as I left the room. I stopped peering back into the room where she could not see me. There she was in all her majestic furry glory all restricted and bundled up in supersized slut-gear and at that moment I saw past the ferocious Alpha predator and saw a vulnerable soul too and I loved her even more then.
To Fuck a Predator
I hurried into the next room, grabbed hold of the big floor length mirror and wheeled it back into the cage room. The noise had Sophie’s ears perk up and turn but forced to look forward in the cage as she was, she was unsure what I was doing. She visibly relaxed when I wheeled the big mirror in front of her. Bending down to her level I eyeballed the angle so we could look each other in the eye for the next act. “Alright Sophie, I hope I’ve been a good Domme so far, but we both want what’s coming next, right? I brought the mirror so I can look you in those magical eyes of yours, as we cum together.” As I stroked her neck and ears the look in her eyes and heavy panting through her nose spoke its own language; Sophie wanted this just as bad as I did.
I patted her back as I wandered to the back of the room. The strap-on belt was still there on the floor where Carol had left it earlier with the extender attached between the belt and that massive dong. I figured I wanted some entertainment too and after some brief rummaging in the closet I found a nice rubber cock my own size as well as some lube. Looking down at Sophie’s exposed pussy in the cage, it was obvious she was ready. Her labia majora were quite swollen and she was still dripping wet. I lubed my own dong up, then strapped on the harness and gave it a generous amount of lube, even though it was hardly necessary in the heat Sophie was in.
Looking over the cage into the mirror, I could see Sophie's hooded and gagged face clearly through the mirror. “Ooh, look what’s coming your way in a moment, puppy," I laughed, swinging the massive cock around like some kind of pervy Jedi. The rod attached in turn pushed on the harness, moving my own rubber cock inside me.
I could see Sophie's eyes widen and I gave her a wink for once. I kneeled and took up position behind the cage, gently letting the tip of the big dong touch her pussy lips. It sent a shudder through her restrained form and I gently applied pressure and the big cock parted her folds and slid right into her hot interior. Sophie let out a long guttural growl that went up in pitch as I let the rubber cock slide further into her. When it felt like I hid whatever her kind had for a cervix I pulled back a bit and began an ever so slow rhythm of back and forth. Sophie breathing and grunts followed the tempo as we switched up gears.
As I increased the tempo I felt some resistance, realizing she was squeezing the big rubber dong with her massive vaginal muscles. “Damn girl, you could probably break my arm in there," I mused as I put more effort into it and actually began breaking a sweat. I kept eye contact with Sophie the whole time. At one point I thought she needed me to slow down, but she raised her eyebrows and made a faster huff-huff-huff sound “Faster, dammit faster!!” was clearly the message. I grabbed hold of the cage with one hand and the root of her restrained tail with the other and let her have it full throttle. That picture was actually not far off, as it felt like I had the foot on the throttle of a 2000 HP muscle car! I was getting hornier with each moment and I was not the only one. That is where I noticed the subtle tells of the oncoming Lycan sex-plosion.
The petroleum Coleman lamps above, as expected, didn't care one bit, wheezing happily. Yet, as I was pumping away, I felt the hair on my own head begin to stand up, like I was holding on to the highschool’s Van Der Graff machine, generating its 2.1 Jiggerwatts or whatever. Sophie’s growls grew steadily in pitch along with the static charge in the room. We reached the peak within seconds of each other and I was too busy holding on to her and the cage that I forgot to cover my ears. Thank the stars she was facing away from me and that large gag absorbed some of her orgasmic roar this time. For a moment it was like standing behind a jet engine. Fearing it would break, I saw the big mirror rattle and roll backward from the cage, but then everything stopped.
Thankfully I didn’t get zapped by the static electricity, probably due to the grounding strap on the cage, but my ears were ringing like after a rock concert. As I looked up from the dong deeply buried in her puss, our eyes met through the mirror. I smiled back at her, while gently pulling the big cock out of her “Holy fuck that was loud hon," I said in between catching my own breath and massaging my ears with a couple of latex covered fingers, fortunately no permanent damage but probably should protect my ears better next time. I swear I heard her make a laughing sound behind the mask and gag. Feeling a little Trekkie-traitorous I gave her my best Han-Solo; “Oh yeah, laugh it up fuzzball!” with a grin. Sophie rolled her big yellow eyes at me, apparently having watched Empire one too many times behind Carol’s eyes.
I unstrapped the dong gear and took out my own as well and slowly and satisfied slinked up along the cage stroking Sophie's fur. I sat down in front of the cage and with an idle hand stoked her hooded jaw. On an impish thought I murdered the Queen’s English and said in a mock accent; “Gee Pinkie, wot’r we gonna do with the rest of the noight?” I could see that Sophie was worn out as she closed her eyes and let her head sink as far as the nose ring would let her “Get some shuteye, huh? Yeah, count me in. Why don’t we get your butt out this cage and into bed next door, sounds good?” Sophie gave a thin whine and minutely nodded her head as carefully as she could”
Putting the Beast to Bed
“Ok, where do we start," I sighed mostly to myself. I had grabbed the keyring off the closet and began to undo every lock I could reach. I started by releasing her nose ring from the front of the cage, then worked my way backwards through the collar, the bar over her arms, the padlocks holding the cuffs on her arms, knees and feet to the sides of the cage. The rubber straps holding her tail and elbows were next to go. I removed the waist chain and last undid the butt-hook still tethering her kneeling in the cage. I carefully eased it out with a little pop and a little grunt from Sophie. I looked around and deposited the thing in a bucket of water which Carol had brought in at some point.
Sophie was now free inside the cage except for the wolf-sized fetish gear she was still wearing. She laid halfway down on her side evidently exhausted on the padded cage bottom. She was still a sight to behold just lying there gently breathing, wearing that sexy black shiny canine gag-hood, the matching corset, ballet boots and long gloves ending in ball mittens. I wanted so badly to hug her, so I hurried back to the front of the cage and unlocked the latches and without hesitation swung the cage door open. Sophie just looked up at me with those magical yellow magical yellow eyes and my heart stumbled in its own shoelaces. I carefully leaned in and gently kissed her ears, whispering “Ok big girl, lets get you out of this cage and into bed.” She nodded silently in response and slowly got on her hands and knees to crawl out of the cage as I backed out to make room for her.
Sophie was now out of the cage and even kneeling, sitting on her ankles, she was about as tall as I was standing in heels. She could not stand, as she was unable to get up on those giant ballet boots, like me. I reached out to help her remove them when I made a somewhat startling discovery. Looking at her ankle cuffs for a latch, pin or a keyhole I found nothing but a welding seam. I looked up at her worried “Wait-a-minute hon, these big cuffs don’t unlock?” Sophie gave me a look and a slow knowing nod, as if waiting for my dime to drop -“But that means they won’t come off… at least not until… oh! I get it you pervy pup, these are meant to stay on until you shrink back down to Carol-size, huh?” A very human shrug and a wink confirmed it and to drive the point home, Sophie held up and turned her balled-up wrists that were identically sealed on until morning rolled around.
“Okay I get it, sweetie - I love falling asleep in my gear too, but this is next level. So what about the corset and gag-hood, how about we deflate that gag?” I said while reaching for the pump. Sophie gently blocked my hand with one arm while stroking that big latex corset with another. The meaning was clear; everything stays on! “Okie, my kinky canine – that works for me too," I said and leaned in and kissed her gently on her exposed nose.
Kissing her, I bumped into the brass ring and a fleeting expression of discomfort flashed in Sophie's eyes “Sorry dear! At least allow me to remove that one so it doesn’t snag on anything in bed, okay?” Sophie nodded and I fetched the brass sliver tool which popped the ring open and gently guided it out of her left nostril. It must have tickled as she closed her eyes and snuffed.
“I want you to do one thing for me, all right?” I said as I cradled her big hooded head and stroked her furry shoulder. “Since you can only crawl on all four anyway, I want to ride you around for a bit and then into bed, how does that sound?” Sophie tilted her head on the side in a typical canine huh?-expression and I lowered my gaze and bit my lower lip, “I know… I…" I began but Sophine just shrugged again, got down on hands and knees, then motioned with her head for me to crawl onboard. I quickly positioned myself on her back, my red catsuit was rubbing slick against her tight black latex corset. I buried my face in her neck fur and inhaled her scent mixed with the distinct smell of rubber and sex. Good god it was intoxicating and I felt my clit twitch, I was getting horny again.
I told Sophie to crawl around the cage a couple of times, which she did willingly. As we headed to the living area, I had crossed my ankles and spread my knees over her back, holding on to her corset with one hand as I was flicking my clit like mad with the other. She didn’t seem to mind that I was cumming my brains out on her back.
Catching my breath, “Oh, wow - that was fantastic honey!”. I slid sideways off Sophie and stood next to stroking the fur on her back. “Tell you what, go climb in bed, while I turn off the Coleman’s in the playroom. I’ll be with you in a minute, okay?” Sophie’s tail wagged in response, and I went to the playroom.
I doused the petroleum lamps and noticed the moonlight was still bright, so I had no problem navigating the cabin back to the bedroom where I could hear the big bed creaking. I lit a couple of candles on the nightstand to get a better look.
Sophie was lying on her side in her black corset, thigh boots and mitten gloves, looking intensely horny as I walked in. She motioned with a booted foot towards a sturdy three inch leather belt that hung over one of the bedposts, then rolled over on her belly in the bed and held her mittened hands behind her back in a box position. Recognizing what she wanted, I grabbed the belt and wrapped the belt a couple of times around her parallel forearms behind her back and buckled it snugly on top, so she would not lie on top of the buckle. Sophie tested the sturdy binding and grunted with satisfaction as she rolled back on her side, facing me on the bed. Dammit she looked hot as she raised one knee revealing her furry pussy to me.
Having Sophie all restrained was new to me. I am not really a top by any measure, yet I knew well by now what to do here. I dove right in, put my arms under and around her massive thighs and wrapped my lips around that glorious clit of hers. As my nose sank into her fur, I once again inhaled her rich, almost intoxicating scent and I swear I could feel her enlarged clit throbbing in tune with her pulse. Sophie was writhing while moaning inside the rubber mask. Glancing up I could see those massive jaw muscles working the inflate gag, filling her entire oral cavity. The muscles in her upper arms were flexing as she pulled against the belt restraining them on her back. While I was sucking and licking as best I could, I had reached down with one arm and was flicking my own bean like mad and was approaching the peak again. Sophie was not far behind as once again my hair began levitating with the static electricity building in the room. On a whim I briefly licked the thumb on my other hand and gently slid the first digit into Sophie’s butthole, which set off a chain reaction on its own:
Sophie’s eyes flew up and a deep guttural howl was building in her throat. Having seen this movie before close at hand, I threw my arms around her booted thighs and pressed the warm latex against my ears, as I wasn’t sure if the gag would be muffling her enough to save my poor eardrums. As Sophie’s thunderous orgasm was building, every muscle in her body tensed, including those massive thigh muscles, currently wrapped around my head. As she came, it felt like the bed and the whole cabin shook with her roar. Bolts of lightning shot back and forth between every metal bolt in the log cabin walls. As her thighs tightened around my head, they reliably shielded me from the sonic onslaught, yet for a moment I thought “Oh shit, she’s gonna pop my skull like a fucking grape," but having mouth and nose locked in her pussy, maybe not the worst way to go. Fortunately, the pressure let up as her massive orgasm subsided.
We laid there both unmoving for a minute, catching our breaths though gag hood and pussy respectively. As Sophie stirred to look down at me, I broke contact with a big smile and moved up along her body. “That… was awesome hon," I said, giving her a peck on her nose poking through the hood. “I know you can’t remove the mittens, the corset and boots until you switch back to human size, but let me take off the belt and the hood so we both can sleep more comfortably, okay?”
Sophie nodded in agreement, so I reached behind her to loosen the belt buckle and free her arms. Her hands would still be trapped inside those latex globes at the end of those long black opera gloves, but Carol had said she would be able to easily slip out of those in the morning. The hood came off easily as there was a zipper in the back, and as the gag came out there was a lot of drool, which I caught in the hood and tossed it off to the side of the bed; “We’ll clean that up tomorrow with everything else," I said while loosening up and removing her corset. I caressed her big pointy ears and slid down to eye level on the pillow next to her.
The glow in Sophie's eyes had dulled somewhat. I guessed it had something to do with her being tired as I was. I could see the candles behind me reflecting in her eyes and then suddenly a feeling of love swelled in my chest like an Alien, threatening to burst at any moment. I leaned in and planted a long solid kiss on Sophie’s snout right under her nose.
Stumbling over the words with tears of joy forming in my eyes I softly stammered through the kaleidoscope of emotions running through my head; “I, I think… I love you… both!” Sophie raised an eyebrow, processing what I had said for a second and her expression softened instantly into a ear-to-ear smile, looking straight into my eyes: “SSSAME!” she replied in an ethereal whisper with subsonic notes that rattled my soul in all kinds of good ways. Her tongue shot out and licked a wayward salty tear of happiness off my check. As she drew me into a big hug, she raised her head and blew out the candles.
As I wasn’t blessed with a fur coat for the cold mountain nights, I pulled up the covers to my neck and snuggled in close to Sophie’s chest. Wrapped in her arms, with her jaw resting on top of my head and my nose buried in her chest fur, I felt like the happiest girl on the planet, as I drifted to sleep listening to her strong heartbeat and the wind blowing outside. Last thing I remember was again thinking about what Sophie would look like in a wedding dress.
Morning rolled around and it was no Disneyesque moment with sunlight, gentle breeze and birds chirping. It was pissing down – cats, dogs and assorted farm animals. However, that made no difference as when I yawned and rubbed my eyes, the door creaked and Carol came in fresh out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around her, holding two steaming hot mugs of coffee. She sat down next to me on the bed amid the mess of fur that Sophie left behind and handed me a mug.
We said nothing for a minute, just blowing on the coffee to cool down, listening to the rain falling. Carol took my hand and broke the silence with “And I love you too.”
Epilogue
So lil’ Lisa went up the mountain and came down again with a couple of new girlfriends, all in one. My parents were kind about getting to know Carol, being like “C’mon, we always knew boys weren’t really your thing - As long as you two are happy together”. We obviously did not share the supernatural part of Carol’s bloodline. Some things are just better kept on the down-low even in this modern age, even with family.
That said, as Fall rolled around that year we had fun in public in one of the big cities. Halloween landed on a full moon, with Sophie all wolfed out and me wearing a classic little dress and red hooded cape. We got loads of compliments, especially for Sophie’s “costume," being dressed up as Loona from Helluvaboss. Werewolf – Hellhound, Pot-ay-to – Pot-ah-to, right?
Over many full moons I practiced with Carol and Sophie to manage their violent transition from human to wolf form, so we weren’t dependent on the cage in the cabin. While the first attempts were downright terrifying, love eventually conquers everything. We got to the point where I would hug Carol’s chest tightly while she last-minute would strap in the largest ballgag she could fit. When Sophie emerged, it was enough to remind her not to bite the head off the silly little girl hanging on for dear life beneath her boobs.
As our weird little supernatural menage-a-trois developed, it did not take long before we were an item of sorts. We got married in the late spring the following year: Obviously as Carol and Lisa – we didn’t think we’d find a priest brave enough for the… other combo. However, we decided the honeymoon should be all Sophie’s Choice.
With my help, Carol had been practicing communicating with Sophie through their inner mental barrier and asked her where she would like to go. A clear picture came back over the wall of a Union Jack flying over Piccadilly Circus with a red double-decker bus driving by. It was decided then; honeymoon in Ol’ Blighty it was.
Even jetlagged as we were, we had a blast with a friendly Nigerian cabbie on the way to the hotel. We asked him to crank up the radio when that old 70’s Zevon song came on and all 3 of us were laughing and hollering along; “Arrroooo – Werewolves of London”
Fast forward to the evening with a glorious full moon shining down from a rare clear sky over the old city. The pale light illuminates an enclosed private balcony at one of the nicer hotels overlooking Hyde Park.
Which brings us around full circle. Once again, here I am again on my knees with a mouth full of werewolf-pussy. I’m wearing white latex lingerie; opera gloves, thigh boots, corset and panties holding in two vibrating plugs. My wrists and elbows are cuffed together behind me and a short spreader bar holds my white ballet booted heels apart. I am ring-gagged and the harness keeps a long white veil securely on my head. This time Lisa came prepared, as my ears are plugged with my trusty Vaseline covered pro-pods.
I am busy doing my best to please my furry wife sitting on a sturdy chair in front of me. She is dressed in full bridal regalia, all white latex of course: A huge wedding dress with high neck, long sleeves and with gloves, corset and thigh-high boots with 5 inch heels. We picked up the outfit from a bespoke shop in Soho, where we had preordered everything under the guise of a photoshoot requiring a very large mannequin.
Sophie’s strong clawed hand is keeping my mouth right in her sweet-spot, my tongue dancing over her large clit. We’re at the bottom of the ninth: static is crackling and Sophie is charging up to unleash one hell of an orgasm.
Perhaps it was the circumstances, the location, the cool outfits. Perhaps all of the above worked to amplify the effect. When Sophie came with her trademark earsplitting howl, all the electric lights in the neighborhood flickered and winked out in a dozen houses in all directions.
Having caught her breath, Sophie picked me up and took me inside to make love in the dark for the rest of the night, while we could hear several Londoners out in the streets cursing out loudly: “Oi! Wot the bloody ‘ell was that!?”
We leave Lisa, Sophie (and Carol) to enjoy the rest of their honeymoon and one day check in on them again.
The end – for now.