Lara joins the pack to survive.
Story inspired by the linked video loop. Might be a good thing to put on while you read~
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Also, warning ahead for noncon, pain, watersports, and mentions of death. And beast. Obviously. Overall, pretty dark story, you have been warned! ———————————————
The trip had gone about as poorly as it possibly could have for Lara. What few supplies that had survived the wreck had been rapidly dwindling, gotten lost or destroyed, or she had been forced to leave behind as she couldn’t waste the energy on dragging them. She was deep in unfamiliar, snow laden, and hostile territory. And just as it was getting dark, a blizzard began to set in.
Lara pooled her meager remaining resources to set up a camp and weather the storm, and took stock of her situation. Of all the dangers she was facing, she managed to narrow it down to two urgent threats she needed to deal with that night. The first was the cold. The bitter, biting cold. She knew even in her parka she wouldn’t last the night without warmth. As such, she naturally used what little she had to build a fire. This then made her aware of her second problem. Glinting eyes in the dark. Circling footsteps. Hungry growling. A pack of wolves had found and surrounded her. For a time, the fire kept them at bay too. They stayed just out of sight in the darkness, seemingly testing her blind spots, never letting her see more than a paw or tail flash through the light of the fire, then back out of sight. She knew this wouldn’t last.
Every passing moment, the fire burned through its fuel. It slowly shrank and grew dimmer, and all she could do was huddle closer for her safety. Anything that would burn that she didn’t think would be absolutely essential come morning, she threw into the flames. She knew it wouldn’t be enough. It had been so hard to find dry wood to burn in the blizzard during the last few hours of sunlight, and she knew that even if there was more dry wood out in the dark, she couldn’t make it past the wolves to find it. She needed a new way to keep warm. And she needed a way to keep the wolves from attacking her. As she racked her brain for ideas, two thoughts raced through her head. First, “When freezing, huddling naked with someone will help share and preserve body heat”. Then “the wolves have plenty of body heat to spare under that fur. Shame I can’t get them to share it…”. Then a third, far more vile thought crept into her mind. She tried to push it away, but the disgust she had with herself for even thinking it made the idea burn itself into her head. The idea that she could perhaps buy her safety at the cost of her dignity. “If I let the wolves have their way with me, they might not attack me, and at least they’ll keep me warm…”. Of course she dismissed that idea, at first. But as the minutes became hours, and the cold battered and shrank her meager fire, she was only getting closer to freezing, and the wolves were only getting closer to her. And try as she might, she couldn’t think of a single better option with her limited supplies. And so, with hands shaking from cold and fear, as she fought back the tears building up in her eyes, she hooked her freezing fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties, and pulled them to her knees. Then she got down on all fours to assume a pose of submission, and offered herself up to be raped.
The cold night air on her exposed ass only made her feel more vulnerable. She wondered how long she’d have to wait like this, if the wolves would even accept this “offer”. It turns out, she didn’t need to wait long at all. She soon heard heavy paws on the snow behind her. She then heard their low, cautious growls getting closer. She felt the sound in her chest, and the fear made her shiver all the more violently. Then she felt breath on her backside, as a wolf stepped forward, and began sniffing her like she’d seen dogs do to each other before. It pushed closer, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt its cold, wet nose against her ass. The wolf growled louder and pulled back. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run, but she forced herself to be quiet, and hold still. She knew her only hope now was the be as still as possible. The wolf soon resumed sniffing her, pushing his nose against her again. She shut her eyes and tried to take slow, deep breaths to steady herself. But her racing heart refused to slow. Then it skipped a beat as a large, rough, wet tongue was dragged against her. The wolf was tasting her. It seemed especially interested in tasting her pussy and asshole. She tried to only think about how warm the tongue felt, as she waited to see if it would accept her offer. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Satisfied with her taste but now wanting more, the wolf jumped its front two legs onto her back. Its claws tore her clothes and scratched her back and sides, its weight pushed down on her, and she could feel it start to pant and shake as it humped the air behind her, and shuffled itself forward.
Then she felt it. Something wet, and hot, and hard poked against her. Then again. A series of clumsy thrusts jabbed and prodded against her. She wondered if maybe, just maybe, this would be all she had to suffer through, and she wouldn’t have to actually couple with the beast. But then, it made an especially hard push, and its cock found purchase. She felt it force its way into her tight, dry cunt. Already it felt slimy with precum, and the shape felt horribly strange compared to toys and men she’d had before. Larger too. She couldn’t help but whimper out as it was painfully forced inside her. The wolf growled again in response, and she could feel its whole body rumble from the sound, including the cock buried inside her. The wolf began humping away at her then. This was it. She was actually having painful, terrifying, humiliating sex with an animal. It’s thrusts were short, fast, violent stabs into her. Its growling soon became happy panting. The precum from its cock helped make her cunt a little wetter, which only served to let the wolf drill her harder and faster. Her own body worked against her, as the feeling of a foreign object in her pussy made her begin to get wet out of instinct. At least after the first few minutes it began to hurt less. That is, until she felt something swelling against her. She forced herself to look back between her own legs, and immediately regretted it. Seeing the bright red cock sliding in and out of her was revolting. And seeing the knot forming at its base, slamming against her with each thrust, was terrifying. The wolf shifted itself forward again, scratching up her sides in the process. It managed then to put its weight into the thrusts properly, and with great effort and a pained, enraged shout from Lara, it managed to force its knot inside her. Now properly coupled, its thrusts were quicker, shallower, and even more painful. It felt like she’d had a baseball forced inside her. Then she began to feel… warm. Not the hot shame that had been flooding her body and reddening her face, nor the warmth of its heavy, furry body pressing down on her, but a warmth inside her. The wolf started barking, loudly, directly in her ear, leaving them ringing. Its cock was twitching and pulsating inside her. Then she figured out what that warmth was. It was cum.
“Oh… god no…!” She cried out as it emptied its balls. It came so much, and all of it was trapped inside her by its knot. When it finished, for a moment it seemed to try and lay down on top of her. But its compatriots had grown impatient. Lara could see a bright red cock dangling from between each set of hairy hind legs. The wolves barked and growled, and began to nip at the one still inside her. In response, it began clumsily trying to dismount. It yanked back, but its knot was wedged inside her, and it yanked painfully on her already sore pussy. Still, no matter how she yelped, and cried out, and even begged “please stop! Just wait for it to go soft!”, the wolf kept tugging, until its cock came loose with a wet “pop”. A glob of warm wolf cum then poured out of her gaping cunt, and down her leg, and into her pants and the snow. She tried to catch her shuddering breath. She didn’t have long to do so. No sooner had the first wolf jumped off her, than another took its place and started frantically prodding her with its cock all over again. She tried to steady herself. She had now been raped by a wolf. It was the worst thing to ever happen to her, but it had happened. Now she knew what to expect. The second time would be easier.
Except, the second time wouldn’t be easier at all. As the wolf poked at her rear with its cock, a couple of times it nearly got into her soiled pussy, but she was still pretty well gaped from the first wolf, and the second’s cock kept slipping out. Then it adjusted itself, and thrusted higher. The tip found her asshole. She had squeezed her eyes shut to wait for her ordeal to end, but when she felt it find purchase on her asshole, they shot wide open. “No, NO! Not there! You’re in the wrong hole! Lower! Go lower! Bad wolf! Fuck! FUCK, NO, STOP!” She shouted at it as though it understood English, but by now the wolves were comfortable with her. They didn’t fear her shouting anymore. They weren’t afraid when her shouting became incoherent screaming either, or when the screams became pained sobs. All the wolf inside her cared about was that he was finally inside a tight, warm, if dry hole, and he was going to bury his bone as deep as he could. It took far longer for her asshole to stretch to accommodate the massive cock painfully sodomizing her than it had taken her pussy. And it took far longer for it to get wet enough from the wolf’s precum alone for the wolf to fuck her properly. And when it did, those fast, sharp thrusts were agony. A chorus of barks, howls, cries, and screams filled the forest, with only Lara and the wolves to hear it. When the second wolf’s knot enlarged, it did so inside her, stretching her burning asshole even wider. And when it came, it too was encouraged by the rest of the pack to painfully yank itself free. And so it went all night, wolf after wolf, each one finding her gaping cunt and ass easier and easier to use. Soon their knots would just slip out when they were done, letting their cum pour out into the puddle forming in her panties and pants. Eventually she rested her head in her arms, face down, ass up. She was so exhausted that she even managed to get short, dreamless bursts of sleep, always woken up when one wolf pulled out and another took its place. When she awoke in the morning, a wolf was still on top of her, curled up and asleep, its flaccid nub rubbing against her aching pussy. Presumably it had fallen asleep still knotted to her. Her body ached. She was filthy with drying cum. Her clothes were torn to shreds. She felt itchy, and was 90% sure she had gotten flees. She had paid a terrible, painful, humiliating price. But she had survived the night, her plan had worked.
For days she lived with the pack. Any time she tried to leave, they would nip at her heels, growl, and herd her along with them. She was never without a wolf watching over her. When the pack went to hunt, one wolf would stay to watch her, hump her, then lay down on top of her while knotted to her. When the pack returned, they would take turns eating their prey and gangbanging (pack banging?) her. She began to simply accept her place, and was able to struggle through each knotting with resignation instead of terror. The one thing they did that still made her scream in shock, anger, disgust, and frustration was when they took to marking her as their territory. The first time she woke up to a splash of hot, foul liquid on her face, she screamed in anger and disbelief nearly as loud as when she’d been first sodomized by the wolves. She was constantly exhausted from spending her days moving with the pack and her nights being rutted by them, so she napped and slept as often as the wolves let her. But seemingly every time she did, she woke up to a foul smell and the feeling of some part of her body becoming warm and wet. This too she learned to accept, at least it warmed her up. Although being damp soon had the opposite effect and caused her to become freezing cold. Eventually one morning, as she woke up to see a wolf raising its leg above her and preparing to mark her again, in her half delirious state she reasoned that if the piss ended up in her instead of on her, it would warm her up without leaving her wet and frigid. “Plenty of it ends up in my mouth anyway, I may as well benefit from it…” she thought, as she leaned up, wrapping her lips around its sheath, and did her best to choke down the hot, bitter stream. As she thought, at least it warmed her up. The wolves seemed happy with this arrangement, and soon started nudging her awake before lifting their leg over her head any time they felt the need to mark their territory.
Eventually, mercifully, rescue did find her. A helicopter flew overhead, spotted her, and landed in a field nearby. But of course, by that point she was spending more time on all fours getting knotted than doing anything else. As the rescue team approached, she didn’t even have the strength to try and cover herself, let alone push the strong and viral wolf off her back. At least they arrived while it was only one of the wolves, and most of the pack was off hunting. It was easy enough for the rescue crews to scare off one wolf, but she shuddered to think how the whole pack might have fought to keep their bitch. Of course, she would soon regret not trying harder to fight the wolf off her back herself when she saw rescue coming. It turns out, her disappearance and the effort to find her had become international news. And as such, attached to the rescue team was a news camera, that caught in high definition detail and broadcasted to the world exactly what she had been doing to survive.