0 comments/ 12534 views/ 9 favorites A Wolf In Wartime Ch. 01 By: disclosedDesires There's a war going on in my country, it seems like it's been happening for forever. Our town was occupied, and the enemy forces have imposed curfews to keep us in order. It's hard to make ends meet though, and people do what they must to feed their families, sometimes taking risks. One sunny Sunday afternoon, when most people were milling about the market in town, I took just such a risk. We are forbidden to leave the town limits, but I know a place where there is a clearing in the forest, and mushrooms grow there. I check behind me often to ensure I'm not being seen leaving or followed. I get to the clearing, and it's lovely and sunny, and for a moment I feel truly free. I bend to the task of picking mushrooms, which will add to our meagre food supply. After awhile I stop to take a break, massaging my neck which is sore form bending over. All of a sudden, the hairs go up on the back of my neck and I feel eyes on me. I spin around, and see you leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing. You are cocky as you swagger towards me in uniform, confident in your power. "Caught you, didn't I?" My English is fine but I pretend not to understand. Instead I lift my chin up defiantly as your eyes graze over my body. "Hmmm this could mean a lot of trouble for you...and your family." I feel a stirring of fear in my belly. I notice you have more stripes than most on your uniform. You're surprisingly young for one in command, but perhaps that is a consequence of war. I meet your gaze for a second and find myself looking into piercing blue eyes that remind me of a wolf. Definitely predator inspecting prey, with just a hint of hunger. I play out a multitude of scenarios in my head, and none of them bode well for me, which I'm prepared for. It's my family I worry about. You walk around me, and when you are behind me you put your hands on my shoulders, lean in until I can feel your breath on my neck, and say into my ear "Actually, I've been hoping you'd stray, I've had my eye on you for quite some time." Shit, I think. I realize my looks have gotten me in trouble again. Even in large clothes my breasts are large and proud, and my blond hair and fair features are impossible to hide. One of your hands goes to my waist, and the other reaches over to fondle one breast. Both make me tingle, and my traitorous body starts making me wet. I'm mortified. You begin to kiss my neck, and it's in that moment that I realize it's a forgone conclusion that I'll give into you. I have only been with one other man, a boy really, before the war started. He's gone now, and I feel a hunger in me since I became a woman. Besides, it could be much worse. You are young, all hard planes and angles, muscular and fit, not some slobbering old man. By now your fingers have travelled up my skirt, and I cringe inwardly at the moment your fingers touch the wetness between my legs and you realize I'm incredibly turned on. "Holy shit you're wet! Figures, your kind are practically animals, always breeding. I guess that's what you're good for hmmmm? Pretty though, I think you're my new favourite posession." By now you've come around full circle. You hold my face in one hand, lifting up my chin so I'm forced to meet your gaze. Then you kiss me. I didn't expect it, and give in without resistance, more out of surprise than anything. You kiss me deeply, and I feel more warmth flooding my belly. I realize you like me, and I make the decision to use this to my advantage. Perhaps if I can please you, things will be better for me and my family. I fall down onto my knees, and slide my hands along your thigh until I feel your arousal. It's big and hard. I open your trousers, and it springs free. I'm mesmerized for a second, but by now you're in control again and you press against the back of my head, pushing my lips towards your swollen member. I wrap my soft little mouth around the head and you groan, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. I swirl my tongue around the head, then take your whole shaft into my mouth. I start moving my head up and down, licking as I go. Your hand on my head forces me to take it deeper and faster, and then just as it seems like you will come, you stop me. You reach down and rip my clothes back, revealing my large creamy breasts with perfect little nipples. "I don't want to come just yet whore, I have more in store for you", you say. You kneel down and grab each breast roughly with one hand, kneading them hard. Your mouth goes to one of my nipples, sucking and nibbling on it, making me feel more pangs of lust. I open my eyes, realizing I'd closed them, and see you watching me, seeing the lust written all over my face. You push me back in one motion, climb over me, lift up my skirt, and in one swift thrust bury your hard cock in my tight dripping wet cunt. We both moan from the sheer bliss of it, and you start pounding away, thrusting with fury, and I can feel your balls slapping against my ass. You bury your face in my tits, and use both hands to grab my ass and hold me open so you can get as deep inside as possible. All I can do is hold on and wrap my legs around you, pressing my knees up to allow your cock the deepest access to my pussy. It feels so good and I am ashamed of my enjoyment. Maybe you were right, and I am just a creature made for sex. After several more thrusts you come, arching your back and releasing yourself into me. You collapse on top of me, pinning me with your weight, and appear to fall asleep. I lay there, not knowing what to do. Realizing I can't do anything without risking angering you I lay my head back and close my eyes, dozing. I'm not sure how much time passes but I feel you stirring on top of me, and open my eyes. You are leaning over me, looking at me again. "Well that was quite enjoyable, I think your training should continue my beautiful slut." I feel you grow hard against me again as you kneed my breasts and suck on my nipples. Then you grab me and lift me up to my knees. You give me a fast hard kiss before pushing me over onto all fours, lifting my skirt up to reveal my ass. "Holy shit, that ass is just begging to be fucked, isn't it?" I panic for a second that you're going to want anal sex but you just slide your cock into my pussy again and it feels wonderful. You grab one breast in each had and pull roughly on them as leverage to bury yourself deep in my pussy. You pull on them so hard I'm lifted up against you. You grab one of my hands and put it on my clit, signaling I'm allowed to make myself come. In this position I'm starting to feel something build inside me, something I never felt with the boy I slept with once before. I rub my hand along my clit, feeling it become engorged as you kiss and bite my neck. You pull my hair, you spank me, and through it all I feel a wave of...something, building. You keep muttering nasty things in my ear about how I'm your little cum slut, your whore to be used and abused by you, but it just makes me even hornier. All of a sudden I come, and it's so intense I immediately start shaking, my pussy spasming, which sends you over the edge. One again you collapse on top of me, pinning me down, but then you roll over and drag me on top of you, holding me so you can look into my eyes. For some reason, despite the fact that I should loathe you, I feel strangely bonded. No other man has given me such pleasure, and I have everything to gain from this. "I'm not sure if you can understand me, being that you're from this godforsaken country, but you are now mine. My property. You will do as I say and I will take care of you." You get up, brushing yourself off and rearranging your uniform until you look tidy again. With one last look at me laying there on the ground, still on display, you walk off towards the town. I wonder when I will see you next. A Wolf In Wartime Ch. 02 Life has been difficult since the war started and our town was taken by the enemy. They watch our every move and enforce their will whenever they see fit. Three weeks have passed since my fateful encounter with the officer. He took me one day in a field where I had been picking mushrooms to supplement my family's meagre food supply. I have often caught myself daydreaming about him, reliving our lust-filled union. Tonight, however, I'm excited because some of the younger people of our town have conspired to have a gathering. It may seem silly, but even just playing some card games and scraping together some snacks makes for quite the party when your every movement is controlled by enemy invaders, and food is scarce. My best friend, Svetlana, works in the same factory as me, at the next workstation. I've known her all my life, she's practically my sister. She is shorter than me, and curvier, with thick blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. I have the same coloring, blond hair, and blue eyes, but finer features. Proud cheekbones and heart-shaped lips. We giggle under our breath all day, bursting with excitement for the anticipated festivities. We are girls after all, just barely into womanhood. The work at the factory - sewing - can be hard, and our taskmasters are quick to come down on us for any perceived slack in the pace of our work, so we do our best to keep our heads down and work hard until the whistle blows, signaling the end of the shift. We walk home, arms linked. I check in with my family - aging parents aged all the faster by this war, and my little brother. They go to bed early, so I wait until they fall asleep, put a nice scrap of ribbon I found in my hair, and head off into the night. No one is caught coming to the small abandoned ramshackle house, and we have taken care to blacken the windows with admixture made from soot. It is these small defiances that keep us from becoming dead inside, as some of the older townspeople seem to have. They nurture the hope that one day this war will be over and we will be free people, to do what we please, to pick up the pieces of our lives. The gathering is indeed a success, no one can stop smiling, and we are all savoring the precious moments of stolen freedom, memorizing the jokes and look of each other, young and vibrant, to sustain us for who knows how long. Sadly, the night draws long and we must leave. Svetlana and I prepare to scurry home, wrapping ourselves up in shawls against the cold. The party attendees leave in ones and twos so as not to attract notice. When it is our turn to make a hasty exit, we scuttle out the door and try our best to keep to the shadows. We are only a block and a half from home - Svetlana's family lives two floors below my family's apartment - when I see something move in the shadows ahead. I stop, grabbing Svetlana's arm to still her, but suddenly we are grabbed from behind by men, strong arms wrapping around my body like a vise. They put their hands over our mouths to quiet us and carry us somewhere, I can't see where. I struggle but I am thoroughly overpowered, it is no use. I gather my strength to make an escape whenever an opportunity may arise. The next thing I know I have been tossed down like a sack of potatoes onto a concrete floor. Svetlana is squirming beside me and I take small comfort in the fact that we are together. I look around and the first thing I see are several pairs of legs - not good. My eyes travel upwards in the dim light and I make out 3 men standing around us. The minute I can tell they are enemy soldiers my heart skips a beat and I can barely breathe. I've been through this once before, and I know my body would survive rape, but it is actually the possibility of being killed afterwards that has me so panicked. Somehow I'd known my officer (yes, in my mind he is somehow "mine") wouldn't kill me. Then the men shift and I see another man - my officer, the wolf, as I think of him - step into view. His piercing blue eyes barely stop as they skim over me, surveying the scene before him. My body relaxes a little, which is absurd. Somehow instinctively I feel a smote safer in his presence. I must be insane. He walks over to me and bends over, lifting my chin with his hand so he can look into my eyes. I try to look as regal as I can. I have my pride. "Ah, yes, this is the one. She is mine, and none of you are to touch her or you will feel my wrath." I swell with joy, until I remember Svetlana beside me. What on earth is going to happen? Svetlana looks at me, thoroughly frightened. My officer picks me up and sets me down on a table. I choose not to fight because at this point I'm hoping things will wind up like last time, the best possible outcome for this scenario by my calculations. He takes each limb and binds it with rope to a table leg, so I am splayed face up on the table. "Let me show you boys how to properly prepare a woman to be mounted. It's always better when they're wet and begging YOU for it" The wolf lifts my skirts, baring my pussy to the cold air. After a few seconds, I feel his hot breath there, teasing me. Then a long lick, which makes my back arch involuntarily. The fact that people are watching this only makes it more erotic somehow. I close my eyes to shut them out but I can feel their gazes roving across my body. He licks a few more times slowly, then picks up the pace a bit. He stops to lift his head, "You guys can get started with her, " he nods towards Svetlana. The wolf starts licking at my clit again but I'm distracted, worried about my friend. Svetlana starts to scream as they try to pick her up, and one of them slaps her, hard. "No, not my friend," I moan. "Shhhh don't worry about her darling, you have your own skin to save. Besides, it won't be all bad, and we'll let you two go home afterwards." he says. "But I am rather disappointed to find out you speak our language and didn't tell me before," he said. "That will not go unpunished." Shit, I think, shit shit shit. He continues his ministrations though, persistent in getting me off. I begin to grow wetter and wetter, and soon can't help myself, I try to open my legs wider even though they are trapped, tied to the table legs. "That's right my little whore, tell me you want me to fuck you." "Yes please," I say. "Like this?" he says, inserting a large finger into my pussy. He starts stroking me inside, first with one finger and then two, rubbing the top side of my inner walls, and I begin to feel something building within me. He leans down to lap my clit with his tongue and all of a sudden the pleasure is overwhelming and I'm shuddering, my body spasming in waves and I can barely stand his touch. I try to close my thighs, preventing further stroking but it's futile, and he just keeps going until I come again, my whole body tingling, the blood rushing to my cheeks. He stands up, staring at me with inscrutable eyes. Next he walks around the table to where my head is supported at the edge. Undoing his belt buckle and pants, I see his long hard member spring free. He puts his penis against my lips, warm, soft and insistent. I look up at him as I open my mouth, taking the large mushroom-shaped head in. He grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand and starts bucking his hips, squeezing his muscles to fuck my face. All the while I watch him watch something I can't see. I can hear Svetlana's whimpering, and wonder what torture she is enduring. Soon the saliva is dripping from the sides of my mouth, as the wolf continues to saw in and out of my mouth, and I try not to gag as it rams down my throat, struggling to breath. His balls slap my cheek with each thrust, and I hope it will end soon. His pace begins to slow and abruptly he pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. He walks around to my exposed cunt again, and I think he'll shove his cock in, but instead he turns the table so I can see what is happening on the other side of the room. Then he shoves deep inside me, while I see that Svetlana is now on her knees, over one man who is holding her about the waist, his cock buried in her pussy. A second man is behind, fucking her in the ass. She's probably be crying out if not for a third man thrusting into her face. My officer begins to fuck me so hard the table moves half an inch with each thrust. He grabs one breast in each hand, squeezing so hard I know they'll be bruised tomorrow. I can't look away from the foursome. I'm disgusted with myself for being turned on at the sight of so much carnal lust playing out before my eyes. The officer starts to stroke my clit with one hand, sending me over the edge again as he comes. I can feel his hot cum shoot inside me, and he collapses on top of me, spent. Semen drips down my leg while his weight presses me down. He lays with his head on my chest, lackadaisically suckling one breast and fondling the other. I feel a tender warmth, but how is that possible towards such a beast? "You like watching that, hmmmm?" he croons, "my little whore has dark appetites. That reminds me, I have yet to punish you..." Trailing off, he rolls to one side of me, his penis slipping out of me, and I feel inexplicably empty. Forcing my head to one side to watch Svetlana's triple penetration he starts slapping my tender clit. The man who has been pummeling Svetlana's ass comes into her, his climax written on his face as he calls out. He slips out of her ass, his seed dripping onto the floor. He stands to one side, watching the other two take their pleasure. The man in her mouth moves to take up position in her brutalized anus, and begins to pound away in rhythm with the one in her pussy. Svetlana is just a rag doll in their arms, totally supported by their arms and bodies. She's gone into shock and just moans lowly. The man who is now in her ass also finishes rather quickly, adding his cum to her stretched out anal cavity. I can't help myself, my wolf smacking my clit harder and harder, slapping it raw. I cum yet again, my body quivering. Finally the third man flips her over a barrel, sinking balls deep into her ass. He reaches around to finger her clit while he rides her. I watch his butt cheeks clench with each thrust, thighs straining. The other two stand to each side, facing Svetlana, stoking their cocks. Soon I can hear Svetlana moaning in earnest, climaxing despite herself. I hear the men call her nasty things, whore, cunt, telling her she's worth nothing except as something to be fucked by men. As she cums, screaming, the two that are standing shoot hot loads of cum on her face while the one in her ass adds his jizz to that of the other two. The three men redress, leaving Svetlana lying across the barrel. They keep calling her names, as though trying to reassure themselves that this was within their rights, and one even spits on her back as he takes his leave. My officer gets dressed and unties me. I lay there, watching him, not moving. "Maybe I'll introduce my stupid dirty whore to the pleasures of being penetrated anally, or by two men at once next time." A thrill passes down my spine at the thought, and I watch him walk out into the night.