by Cara Wylde
When I buried my nose in her curls and inhaled deeply, she let out a moan. Oh, she smelled divine. I pushed my tongue between her wet folds, found her entrance, and that was when she truly welcomed me by spreading her legs on her own and pushing her pelvis toward me. I grinned as I circled her entrance with the tip of my tongue. Her juices poured into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. I’d eaten a lot of pussy, but this one… this one was special. And I wondered whether it was because she was human. I’d never touched a human female before, although I’d lusted after many. They were off limits, though. When bear shifters fucked, they often betrayed their true nature. My secret and the safety of my species was more important than getting a taste of a human cunt. Or so Brooks and Lincoln had told me countless times. I dipped my tongue inside her and decided right then and there that they’d been wrong all along. I should have fucked only human females all my life.
I licked my way back up and pressed my tongue right on her swollen clit. She whimpered.
“Your husband never licked your clit?” I asked, blowing hot air over her sensitive nub.
“N-no.”
“But let me guess, he wanted you to suck his cock.”
She must have been too embarrassed to answer because she just nodded. This situation suited me just fine. She wasn’t a virgin, but it was almost like she was. I attacked her clit with all my might, licking, sucking, pressing, flicking. She covered her face with her hands as she moaned and whimpered, and I had to hold her down. The pleasure she felt was overwhelming, and she didn’t know what to do. One second, she wanted to pull away, and the next, she thrust her hips up trying to fuck my face. She was a wild one, and she didn’t even know it. I pushed one finger inside her cunt, and she came on the spot. She arched her back, let out a cry, and covered my face in sweet juices.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she whispered. She sat up, trying to pull away from me, embarrassed at the mess she’d made. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know I could do that…”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and laughed out loud. “You didn’t know you could do that… Woman, I understand that jerk you call a husband never fucked you like you deserved, but are you trying to tell me that you never masturbated either?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean… a little. But not… not like this.”
Okay, that was hilarious. I laughed until she furrowed her brows and crossed her arms over her generous chest.
I cleared my throat. “Oh, I’m going to show you a good time, Rosalie.”
“Okay…”
“Okay.”
She trusted me now. I could tell. When I picked her off the floor and placed her flat on the table, she let me. I went back to kissing and licking her, and she closed her eyes to enjoy all of it. She didn’t even notice when I wrapped the rope around her wrists and secured them to the table. I’d brought it with me thinking that she would fight me and I’d have to restrain her. Well, that hadn’t been the case, but I still believed a woman was even more beautiful when she was tied up, so why not? When she realized what was happening, it was too late. I was already securing her ankles to the table, too.
“What are you doing?” She pulled at her bindings, but it was useless. I knew how to make a damn good knot.
“Shh… It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I leaned over her and stroked her hair. “My friends and I… we’ll take good care of you, Rosalie. We’ll make you cum over and over.” Her eyes widened. I could bet she was probably cursing herself for having trusted me. “I’ll be back, love. And you’ll wait for me like a good bitch in heat.”
I left her there, tied to the table, and went to get Brooks and Lincoln. Oh, they were going to love this!
Six
Rosalie
“Colt!” I screamed. “Colt, this isn’t funny!”
I was pretty sure he wasn’t trying to prank me here, but I wasn’t ready to fully accept the reality. There was no way we shared such an intimate moment, that he gave me my first orgasm, that he had touched me in a deeper, more meaningful way than Jack ever did, and then just left me here, tied up, abandoned, used and discarded.
I must have screamed for him for like an hour. My mouth was dry, my throat was sore, and my eyes were watery. I didn’t mean to cry, but I was feeling so ashamed and embarrassed, and like a complete and total fool. I had put my trust in a man again, and I got burnt. Beautifully burnt, to the point my core was still nursing the last warm embers of our encounter, but even so. What was wrong with me? Why was I so naïve?
I stopped berating myself when I heard heavy steps approaching from the other side of the door. It sounded like several people, and I was naked, tied to a table, and Colt wasn’t anywhere near.
The door slammed open and the demon bear himself made a show-like announcement: “And voilà!”
I craned my neck to look at them over my aching breasts. They were dressed casually, in their flannel shirts and jeans, and their hair always had that somewhat disheveled look about it, including Colt’s, who wore his hair in dreadlocks, which was already a mess all on its own. They looked like they’d been together for the time Colt was gone, chatting and doing whatever the hell bears did when they weren’t imprisoning women or fucking them into oblivion.
Lincoln frowned. “This is your big surprise? Our thief kidnapper?”
Brooks barely glanced at me, retreating into the farthest corner of the cabin. He always acted as if I disgusted him, as if my mere presence was an insult to his very being, as if… I’d stolen his child. Which I had done, yes, but for all the good reasons.
“I don’t get it either, Colt.”
“I got her ready for some fun,” the bastard answered as he moved between my legs.
He dragged me toward him, so that my legs were now hanging off the high table, my ankles still tied to the table legs, though a bit more loosely, and he stuck a finger in my pussy. He began to pump it in and out, not looking at me, not caring that this position was uncomfortable for me, that my shorter legs were trying to find purchase on the floor, that my arms were uncomfortably stretched, that my breasts were in agony. He simply finger-fucked me like that, while talking to his buddies, summoning sweet and slick moisture, reminding me why I had come undone earlier, why sex was still somewhere in the back of my mind: because he was good, because I was craving his attention, because I wanted to feel wanted and lusted after again.
But this? It was like he was trying to be doubly cruel now, to make up for any bit of kindness he might’ve showed me. I was his fuck toy now, not his lover.
“Oh, the humiliation, Rosalie, what have you gotten yourself into, girl?”
I tried to wriggle away, but there wasn’t anywhere on the table that he couldn’t reach. I wanted to speak out, to make him stop, but I was afraid my voice would betray me worse than my cunt, which was wetter than before. I did not want to show them my need, my intense want, the lows I would sink myself down to, just to feel warm again.
“When else will we get an opportunity like this? Look, she’s fucking wet, she’s a total slut,” he said to the others, and slid out a very slick-looking finger.
I wanted to die. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.
Rosalie the slut.
Yes, I guessed that was me.
I wanted to get fucked. But not like an object.
“Stop it, Colt, why are you doing this?” I begged.
“You were begging me to just recently, and your pussy still craves my cock. I think you’re insatiable, and I’ve brought my friends to help you… enjoy your time with us.”
“No,” Brooks said, and for a moment, I thanked God for His mercy. “She’s the reason Krista is dead and Milo’s going to grow up without a mother. She’s just a tool. We’re going to dispose of her in a few days, as soon as my son can eat something, anything else. Fucking leaves if that means this murdering bitch is out of our lives.”
Colt shook his head and resumed prepping me for sex, his merciless ha
nd fondling and touching my lower body, teasing me, spreading my slickness all over my belly, thighs, anywhere his hand could reach, while his mind was on more important things: convincing his friends to gang up on me and take advantage of my defenselessness.
It was a thought that was both intoxicating and offensive. I wanted this experience, I wanted to have all their attention on me, but to worship me, not debase me, not humiliate me.
Brooks only refused because he hated me – a thing I hadn’t imagined I could ever be grateful for.
“So, what? You’re saying we’ll be taking turns with her?” Lincoln asked, and I did not like how interested, almost eager, he sounded.
“Have you ever fucked a human woman? They are damn tight and so much more sensitive. Look,” Colt said and pinched my nipples.
I screamed out.
“See? And I barely squeezed them. Bitch is primed and ready to get fucked.”
Lincoln whistled. “Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”
I threw visual daggers at him. I was not an object.
“I swear to God, if you guys do this…”
“If we do this, what, you little cock-hungry slut?” Colt mocked.
“Stop calling me that! I am not…”
“Not dripping wet? I can see your cunt spasming, hungry, needing to be stuffed.”
My cheeks reddened, and I was silenced, because yes, I could feel it myself – the shameful desire growing inside me with every insulting and humiliating word and gesture. I wanted more of what he had given me. I wanted to get fucked and taken to heights I had never reached with Jack. But I could never – would never – admit to it out loud.
“Fucking bastards, get off me!” I screamed when I saw Lincoln was starting to get undressed. “I will not be gang raped!”
“Oh, but is it rape if you fucking want it?”
“I do not!”
Colt grinned and lowered himself between my legs, licking me again. I was so turned on by his fingering that his mouth only needed to apply a few teasing sucks and bites, and I was coming undone for him again.
“Say how you hated that, slut,” he laughed.
I chose not to answer. How could I when I had just come again in such a humiliating way? I liked it, alright, but they… they were wrong, they were beasts!
“Not going to join?” Lincoln asked as he walked toward me, though headed to the other end of the table. I started struggling. If my words wouldn’t reach them, then maybe my actions would.
“No. I won’t. She’s a thing, a dead thing. Have your fun,” Brooks said and lit a cigarette, taking a seat on the bed, watching intently.
Both men were looking at me, in all their naked glory, their gigantic cocks up and thick, and slick with precum. They wanted me. They fucking wanted me and, somehow, that made me want them too, in a sick, twisted way. This was wrong. I knew it; they had to know it too. For fuck’s sake, Colt had just sold them on the idea that I was a body to be taken. Yet there I was, struggling, despite the fact that I was burning with desire.
Lincoln jumped onto the table in one swift motion and positioned himself above my face.
“Say aaah,” he laughed, and I shut my eyes and my mouth closed. He pinched my nose, and I eventually had to gasp for air, which was when he shoved his cock inside. “Bite, and I’ll take out all your teeth, you got me?”
I tried to nod, but my movements were limited, so I blinked rapidly.
“Good girl,” he said, then braced himself on the end of the table and started to fuck my mouth with little consideration given to how I felt about it. His cock was big and salty, and his balls were hitting my chin, the combination of sounds so obscene and yet so arousing. Wet, sloppy, flesh on flesh, my gagging and his heated grunts – it was like a veritable porn movie, and why the fuck wasn’t Colt fucking my pussy?
Lincoln pushed himself so further back my throat that my eyes filled with tears. I was suffocating, breathing in his pubic hair, his musky male scent – the smell that was raw male bear. He pulled back and smiled at me. He looked at me with such lust and desire in his eyes that this time, he didn’t need to tell me to open up again. I did it on my own. I didn’t know how long he spent above me, but his movements were becoming jerky, and I could feel his cum pooling in my throat. He lifted my head off the table, straining my poor arms even more, holding me tightly against his groin, while his cock shot the cum straight down my throat.
“Fuck yeah, this bitch feels good!” he yelled and bobbed my head on his length a few times before releasing me. He looked down at my flushed, wet face. “Best cocksucker ever.”
I wanted to cry, but I wasn’t allowed a moment of respite. I felt Colt’s cock at my entrance, and he pushed himself with ease inside of me. If Lincoln had set me aflame, Colt was burning me down to embers. I closed my eyes against the sensations, feeling his hardness work me up to my third, fourth, fuck knew how many orgasms I had. I was still trying to make them believe I still hated them, their touches, their… everything.
“You really silenced her, man,” Colt mocked as he pulled out. “Not so much fun now, but I have a good fix for that.”
I felt his wet tip at the other entrance. My eyes shot open.
“No, not there, please!”
Colt mocked and stuck a finger in my ass. “See, told you. I know how these sluts work.”
He used my slickness to loosen me up with his fingers, but I just knew it would be quite an adjustment to make. I’d never had anything up my ass, Jack wasn’t… he wasn’t that adventurous.
“Please don’t! Please, I’ll do anything!”
Both men were laughing. “Anything?” they asked.
“Yes, please, just don’t!”
“If you beg so nicely, then who are we to deny you?”
They exchanged a look I did not like, and then Lincoln was lifting me off the table and getting under me.
“Continue what you were doing, then,” he laughed, and instead of my ass, Colt was now loosening my pussy, going from two fingers to three, to an entire fist moving in and out of me.
I had never felt fuller or more exposed.
That was until they both entered me and yes, now it was the fullest I’d ever felt.
I screamed in humiliation, or pleasure, or pleasurable humiliation. I didn’t know anymore. I was sandwiched between two walls of muscle, two alpha males who could rip me apart with barely any effort, and their mighty cocks were jackhammering my poor cunt. I let myself go. Crying, I allowed them to hear me moan and grunt and finally, I moved my hips to take more and more of them. We all came almost at the same time, and when they pulled out of me, their cum splashed onto the table.
“Wow, look at that,” Colt said, “we filled her up good.”
I wanted to hate them. I wanted to yell obscenities at them, but all I could do was to keep crying, because my body liked it, and my mind had found something very arousing about all this, which meant I was a slut, I was broken, and I was a toy to be used. I could feel the slick, sticky puddle beneath my ass, and I had this insane instinct to rub my body into it. God, I was filthy. How could I have such thoughts? How right Jack had been! I needed a firm hand to keep me under control, to keep me decent and normal.
“You know what?” Brooks said, startling me from my thoughts. “Maybe I could use a distraction.”
He extinguished the cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, which probably meant I had been getting fucked like that for a long time, and he began unbuckling his pants.
Oh God…
No…
Yes…
Seven
Brooks
I untied her first. When I pulled her off the table, she slumped into my arms. Her body was spent, but her wounds looked better. The bruises had started to fade, and scars had replaced the cuts and scratches. I looked over at Colt and cocked an eyebrow. He’d spent the most time with her. He grinned at me and shrugged. Well, okay then. It seemed that Colt had a thing for her. He was acting all tough and cruel when we were
around, but while he’d been all alone with her, he’d literally liked her wounds. Who would’ve thought? Colt caring about a human female… Too bad Rosalie was the wrong human female.
I took her jaw in my big, rough hand, and forced her to look at me. Her eyes were almost closed. If I didn’t move fast, she was going to fall asleep in my arms.
“You’ll pay for what you did,” I said between gritted teeth.
“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered. “How many times do I have to tell you? She drove into me. I’m sorry that she died. I truly am. But it wasn’t my fault, I swear.”
“I’ll be the one to decide whose fault it was,” I growled.
I pushed her to the floor, face first, and climbed onto her. She was tiny underneath me. I was big, with wide shoulders, my back and my arms ripped from working for years, from early morning to sundown, operating heavy machinery and carrying wood. I spread her legs and shoved my hand between them, searching for her wetness. She was soaked, of course. Not only in her own juices, but also in Lincoln’s and Colt’s seed. They’d fucked her good. And she’d enjoyed it. I’d smoked cigarette after cigarette trying to control my own animalistic urges as my friends had given her orgasm after orgasm. My eyes had been locked on her face. There was no doubt that she’d craved their cocks, and now that she was under me, she wasn’t even struggling anymore. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she moaned and bucked her hips.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re a whore, Rosalie Olsen.”
“I’m not…” She didn’t sound too convinced.
“You’ll full of cum. Too full for me. I could fuck your mouth, but I’m not as brave as Lincoln.” I moved onto my knees, snuck an arm under her belly, and pulled her up, so her ass would be in the air and her back arched. I spread her cheeks and circled her virgin hole with one finger. She tensed up. “Shh… You’re going to like this.”
