There were three of them. More than that, she didn’t know. That had been the deal she’d agreed to. In the distance, a howl split the night. To her ears, it sounded lupine, even though she knew better. Had they found her scent? Were they, even now, closing in on her? Her heart began to pound against her ribs as all too real panic sent adrenaline racing through her. Fear mixed with a heady mix of arousal, making her whimper as she threaded her way through the tress. This was, after all, what she’d craved since she could recall; to be hunted and, if she was caught, and to be ruthlessly ravished. Her thin lace panties had been soaked through ever since she’d been roughly forced into the van that was to transport her beyond the borders of civilization.
This time the cry seemed to originate closer, startling a short scream from her and goading her into panicked flight, fauna leaving rents in her gown and scratches in her pale flesh. This was so real, just like she’d imagined it. The true taste of fear was like an aphrodisiac, leaving her trembling and wet with desire as she stumbled through the woods.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”
The words were human, the growl bestial. She froze, her eyes going big, searching frantically in the dim moonlight filtering through the thick foliage.
“Looks like we caught ourselves a pretty little kitty.”
She swung her head toward the sound, eyes going wide as a black shape emerged from the shadows, seeming impossibly huge.
“No.”
She gasped as it reached out, grabbing at her breasts, its clawed fingers getting a hold of her nightgown and yanking. The sound of tearing fabric startled her into action; she spun, trying to escape, leaving her scant covering behind, only her panties keeping her from being completely naked. Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding so loudly that she could barely hear the cruel laughter as he, or it, gave chase. Her fevered imagination worked over time, turning the hunters into werewolves.
Thick furred, sharp fanged, clawed beasts from her darkest dreams.
She ran until she could run no more, amazed that no one had caught up to her. Finally, out of breath, she staggered to a halt, leaning against a large boulder, too winded to go on. The woods were eerily silent. Not even the ambient sound of crickets or the breeze could be heard. Alert, she peered between the trees, searching for shapes, for movement, finding none. Satisfied that, for now, she was alone, she slowly lowered herself to the ground, her legs spreading slowly, bending at the knee as she slid her hand into her moist panties.
Eyes closed, her head resting against the hard surface of the rock, she teased her drenched cunt open and pushed her fingers inside, pumping them in and out, slowly at first, and then matching the beating of her heart. It didn’t take her long to push herself over the edge, cumming hard and loud, her cries echoing through the silent wood. In the back of her mind, she hoped her passionate screams would lead them to her.
Her second orgasm followed quickly, this time fueled by the memory of her ‘abduction’. She’d taken great care in dressing before bed time, attiring herself in a flimsy white nightgown and panties, adding just a hint of make-up, trying to look sultry yet innocent. After, an alluring hint of flowery perfume at her throat, breasts and between her legs had been added, enhancing the scent of her arousal. She’d been so excited that she was unable to sleep. Finally, she downed a glass of Rose and managed to doze off just in time…
'Sometime between midnight and one' was all she’d been told.
No other details.
She hadn’t wanted to know more, wanting it to feel real, like she was really being taken against her will rather than paying for the pleasure of being taken in the safety of her home.
The wine had worked its magic, their presence startling her awake as a rough hand was clamped over her mouth, silencing any cries of alarm she might let loose. They’d been rough, too; just like she’d imagined it, pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly, grasping her hair, yanking her head back, gagging her so that, even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t protest. It had been so real, real enough that she’d panicked and fought them at first until, finally, one of them had protested. That calmed her down enough for them to push her down the hallway and out the front door into a plain black van with dark tinted windows.
Once inside, she’d gotten a good look at her captors.
In the dark they appeared to creatures of the night. Dressed all in black, only their gleaming eyes could be seen. Strangers. Strangers whom, by the end of her adventure, were going to ravish her.
"Use me",she’d told Ms. Singh, the D.I.D. rep, shocked at how nasty that sounded. "I want to be fucked in every hole."
That’s what she’d asked for, what she’d longed for. What she’d paid for. She came again, her panties pushed down her thighs as she humped her fingers, moaning like a beacon, giving away her presence to the beasts that hunted her.
They came out of the night before her whimpers subsided, stealthily advancing in a semi-circle, their grins feral in the moonlight.
“Looks like our little kitty-cat has started the party without us,” the biggest of the trio growled.
“Bad kitty.” Chuckled another, darting forward and grasping her wrist before she could react.
They were on her suddenly, twisting her arms behind her, their grips like iron, not bothering to gag her this time.
“Beg for us, kitty.”
“Please, no.” she whimpered, excitement coursing through her body, knowing that she was this was no dark fantasy.
This was real.
“Beg, Kitty.” the leader hissed, his hot breath against her cheek, his words ending with a snarl. “What is it you really want?”
Breathless, she shook her head, unable to say the words, unwilling to admit her depravity at first. Finally, trembling as they pushed her down to the earth, she broke, her voice shaking.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that all?”
“I want you to… use me. Every hole. Please?”
“Good kitty.” He growled, showing off his teeth.