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She is enjoying the work, but it's a busy job and on her afternoon off, she decides to go for a walk alone in the forest. She is missing her boyfriend and the privacy she has at home, and when she arrives at a secluded clearing her sex begins to make its demands and she decides to take the opportunity to indulge in a little masturbation. The scent she gives off attracts some unexpected attention and she ends up getting more than she bargained for. (F/beast, nc, rp) *** As the last remaining echoes of the kids' excited shouts and chatter faded away up the trail, I breathed a sigh of relief. The other leaders were taking them into Brockenhurst village for the afternoon, and I was free to enjoy my time off at last. I was 20 that summer, about to start my second year at UCL, and working over the holidays at a children's activity camp in the New Forest. I'd taken the job primarily because I needed the money, but also because I had been anxious to get out into the country, after so much time spent in London over the past year. I had been here two weeks so far, and was enjoying the work, but God were some of those kids a handful. T here was one group whose favourite nightly activity seemed to involve seeing who could stay up the latest (and invariably, make the most noise) without getting tired, and it felt as if none of us adults had managed to get a proper night's sleep in days. Still, the pay was good, and bar one or two days the weather so far had been perfect. Much better to be out here, I thought, than to be sweating in the city. Now I was free for the afternoon, and suddenly aching to get out of the camp for a while. There were a couple of places I had spied the other day when we took the kids along the trail through the forest, but had not had time to explore, and now my adventurous spirit was urging me to discover them. Being a girl who liked her own space, I was also anxious to find somewhere I could be by myself, and no sooner had the others left than I hurried straight to my tent to change into my expedition clothes: a blue striped shirt knotted above the midriff, dark denim shorts, and sturdy brown boots. I combed my long, curly auburn hair into a ponytail, and tied a bandana around my head to shield it from the sun. On my way out, I met Tom Scott, the only other leader who hadn't gone on the excursion, busily clearing away some of the sports equipment. He looked up to acknowledge me with a friendly smile as I went by. "Going out, Petra?" I stopped to adjust the knot at the front of my shirt. "Yep," I answered, "I'm going for a walk in the forest." "On your own?" He raised his eyebrows. "You'd better be careful." I glanced at him. "Why?" He smiled again, and rolled the tennis ball he was holding from one hand to the other. "Haven't you heard about the legend?" I hesitated. I didn't really want to become involved in a conversation with him, but I had to admit he'd piqued my curiosity. Eventually, I gave in. "What legend?" He grinned. "Just a story they tell round here. They say there's a wolf that lives in the forest, you know." "Oh, like in the fairy tales?" I couldn't help smiling. I was known at home for my courage and fiercely independent character, and it had been a long time since I'd had someone try to scare me. He shrugged. "It's just what I've heard. There've been attacks over the years, that's all. Some say there's a whole group of them. Oh, and maybe I should warn you..." His voice dropped a tone. "It seems they're particularly partial to women." That did it. "Oh, I see." I rolled my eyes. Some boys will do anything for a chat with a girl, I thought. "Well, thanks for the warning, but I'm afraid I'll be going anyway." I was careful to keep smiling as I turned to leave. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. I'll let you know if I run into any wolves." "Don't get bitten!" I heard him call after me as I left. I made my way out of the camp, still smiling wryly. One of the other girls, Laura, had warned me beforehand about Tom. He had a bit of a reputation, but was all right if you knew how to handle him. No doubt someone had told him that my boyfriend, Alex, was in Turkey for the summer with his family. I wished I hadn't let that fact be known. I set off into the forest. The hot afternoon sun beat down, and I was grateful for the shade of the trees. The papers were saying this was shaping up to be the warmest August on record, and apparently the whole of western Europe was sweltering. I didn't mind the heat. I had always loved the summer, and today it only meant I was less likely to run into anyone who might disturb me on my walk. Sure enough, I met hardly anybody as I ventured into the woods. I kept to the trail at first, but I'd come here looking for somewhere I could be completely alone, and I soon turned off the path in search of a quiet place to sit. After winding my way through the closely knit trees for a while, avoiding low branches and protruding roots, I came to an opening in the greenery where a bank of rocks and pebbles led down to a shallow brook. The clearing was large but deserted, surrounded on all sides by trees, and shielded from the pathway by a dense network of overhanging branches. I smiled to myself. I had found my retreat. I stepped carefully down to the clear, babbling water, and sat down on the bank beside a large boulder. I rested my head against the cool smoothness of the rock, and drew up my knees. After such a busy few days it felt wonderful to be here on my own, and with a happy smile I let my eyes drift closed. I breathed deeply, feeling the dappled sunlight on my face, listening to the soothing sounds of the forest all around me. Then I thought again of Alex, and felt that familiar soreness in my chest. I missed him. He was the first boyfriend to have made love to me, and this separation was proving harder to endure than I had anticipated. I didn't just miss his company. My body continued to demand his touch, the feel of his soft kisses, and this was not turning out to be easy to manage while at camp. I had been unable even to pleasure myself at night since I had got here, seeing as we leaders slept in communal tents, and my need for release had grown strong. I sat up suddenly, and looked around. I was entirely alone in this part of the forest. There was not a soul to be seen. My pulse quickened and I felt my pussy moisten at the prospect of an orgasm. It had been weeks since I'd had any satisfaction. My clitoris tingled, all at once aching to be touched. I couldn't pass up this chance. Quickly I stood and stripped my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I settled back against the rock and opened my legs, feeling the cool air on my naked, shaven sex. With a sigh, I slid a hand down between my legs and began rubbing my clit. At last...The sensation was delicious, and I moaned softly. Thinking of Alex, I ran a finger between the lips of my cunt and pushed into my tight hole, already slick. I could feel the warm, healthy grip of my young muscles as I stroked my finger gently in and out. All the tension that had been building up inside me over the past two weeks began to dissolve as I groaned with the pleasure of at last being able to indulge like this again, knowing that my climax was going to be explosive. I tried to remind myself that I must be quiet, in case someone happened to come by here after all, but I had gone so long without this that I didn't want to hold back. I was never to make it that far, in the end. A deep, guttural growling, loud and very close by, awoke me from my trance. I looked up, and felt the blood in my veins turn to ice. About six feet away, staring at me hungrily, stood a large grey wolf. I screamed. Scrabbling madly, I backed up against the rocks behind me. I knew at once that I was trapped, that there was nowhere for me to run. The wolf began to slink toward me, white teeth bared, and I felt a slackening of my pelvic muscles. A hot trickle of piss slid down the my thigh. I watched, rigid with terror, my heart thumping uncontrollably, as the wolf edged right up close to me. He pushed his nose into my slippery crotch, and rubbed. Instinctively I raised a hand to swat him away. He was faster, seizing my shirt in his teeth, jerking me forward. I tumbled to the ground, into the dry dirt and pebbles. I made to scramble to my feet, and slipped. Half-blind with panic I tried to claw my way up the rocks on my hands and knees. I screamed again, hoping that by some miracle I just might be heard, but no-one answered. No- one was near. Then I froze, as I felt that cold nose again, nudging at my exposed pussy and bum-hole from behind, sniffing my scent. I shut my eyes as the long rasp of the wolf's tongue licked over me. Half-faint with fear, I started to cry. I half-crouched, half-lay there trembling, terrified to move as the wolf lapped at my sex, licking it up and down; his long tongue folding inside me, slurping and probing. It felt like sandpaper. He growled every now and then and all I could think was, he's going to kill me. I sank down on my front, sobbing, both hands covering my face. I was certain that I was about to die, that this was the end. Then I squealed, as the wolf's teeth nipped at the flesh of my thigh, breaking the skin. I felt blood dribble down the back of my leg. The wolf nudged and prodded at me, urging me back onto my knees; dizzy with terror as I was, I obliged, not understanding. He pawed at my bum and next moment I felt a heavy weight slither up onto my back, felt sharp claws dig into my sides as this beast mounted me. By the time I realized what was happening and began to try, shrieking, to struggle free it was too late. I felt something hot and pointy jabbing at my sex. I tried to fight, but the wolf's front legs gripped me hard around the waist and as he pushed and shoved, I felt his warm cock penetrate me, sliding up into my body. I screamed in anguish and disgust as this massive canine brute fucked me. He pinned me down in the dirt, humping furiously, pounding his cock into his new-found bitch for all he was worth. His member felt so huge I feared he might split me in half, yet as my rape went on I could feel him growing even thicker and longer inside my cunt, stretching me until the pain became unbearable. Then, I felt something truly horrible: the mating knot at the base of his cock, expanding, swelling like a ball inside me. It grew and grew, tying me to him, fusing our bodies together. Making me his. Mercifully, I fainted. The last thing I felt before I slid into blackness was the first powerful jet of hot cum being shot into my womb, as long spurts of the wolf's foul seed began to flood my insides. When I awoke a number of hours later, I was alone. The sky was turning a soft, dusky lilac colour as night fell, and the forest was quiet save for the chirping of the birds high up in the trees. Grimacing, I rolled my aching, battered body over and sat up. My shorts and panties were nowhere to be seen. My shirt hung in tatters, my back and sides stinging from dozens of scratches, some of them still bleeding. A gooey mixture of blood and wolf spunk seeped steadily from my ravaged cunt-hole. I pushed myself shakily to my feet, my legs still trembling. As I began to walk, taking small wobbly steps, in the vague direction of camp I realized that I would never really know if I had been raped by just one wolf, or if a whole pack had come along to have its way with me. After all, I thought dimly, I had heard about the legend... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71