OFF THE CHAIN
“The only thing we have to loose are our chains!”
The chant echoed throughout the crowd, and rose to the high heavens.
“The future is female,” several women in the audience cheered. Their dyed red hair bouncing like pompoms as they nodded in agreement.
The boys mouthed the words, but squirmed in their seats, as stern pink haired girls watched for any signs of dissent.
Green haired girls sat behind them, making sure the boys didn’t escape.
This meeting was mandatory for a reason. It was to save the boys from themselves.
On stage, a silver haired woman motioned for silence.
“Thank you all for coming,” the silver haired woman said. Her voice carried across the open field, as it touched both hearts and minds. “Some of you know me, and for those who don’t, my name is Madelyn Throne. And, I’m here to tell you that this Freedom Rally is important. Probably the most important day of your lives.”
The girls cheered.
The boys shrank even further down, as they tried their best not to be seen.
Silver haired, and silver tongued, Madelyn thought, as she basked in their deification. To them she was a god.
“Far too long, women have been oppressed,” Madelyn continued.
The girls booed.
The boys shrank even further.
“After today, everyone will know that woman are the superior sex.”
The girls cheered even louder.
The boys shrank even further still.
“After today, men will know their place in the pecking order, and we will punish them for all the evil they have done…”
Madelyn expected more cheers, but this time heard only crickets.
It made her blink. And, when she opened her eyes again it was the same, as a hundred eyes stared up at her, with their mouths open.
Madelyn blinked again, and again and again. Each time it was the same.
This is some sort of crazy dream, she thought.
But no, this couldn’t be a dream, because in her dreams she always saw a wolf. A wolf that lingered in the distance, as if waiting for her.
Madelyn suddenly gulped, her voice amplified by the microphone she wore on her lapel.
For there, just on the edge of the field, she saw the wolf!
* * *
A wolf walked among them.
The audience stared in awe.
Its movements were perverse and suggestive.
Its black fur reeked of sin and corruption.
Its black lips pulled back into a hideous suggestive grin.
And, when the wolf panted, its tongue dripped with a long stream of obscenities.
But, the creature did not come to devour, despite its sharp claws and teeth.
Nor, did it come to frighten, despite its monstrous form.
Instead, the wolf came bearing gifts.
Gifts, which it was only too happy to share—whether they wanted it or not.
And the gift it brought was freedom.
Freedom from the constraints of society.
The boys were the first to fall.
They dropped to their knees, and begin peeling away the false skin of fabric that constrained who they really were underneath—animals.
When the boys stood again, their clothes hung in tatters around them, but the obscene thing between their legs was on full display—the root of life, standing so powerfully erect.
The girls shrank back at this sight: some blushing for they had never seen such sights before—well not in the flesh, anyway.
Their diminishment reminded the boys, just how much stronger they were in comparison to the fairer sex.
An advantage which they pressed now, grabbing the girls nearest to them, and pinning them to the ground.
Some of the girls did managed to slip away… at least, at first.
They made a mistake by huddling together, however. Falsely believing that there was safety in numbers.
But, the woman had no protectors, and the boys came for them just the same.
What followed was no great Romance.
What followed was no epic love story.
The only protection the girl had were their clothes, a protection which the boys quickly stripped away.
With no further obstacles in their path, the boys took what they wanted.
Some of the girls screamed.
Yet in the end they all submitted.
But, in their submission, something awoke inside of them.
For some it was a feeling that had long been suppressed, and lay buried deep inside of them.
For others it was a feeling that they had never felt before.
The girls were overwhelmed by a sea of emotions: hatred, lust, love, neediness, revolution, longing.
While their bodies became excited, as they were touched in places that—up until now— had been forbidden.
Their pussies were wet.
Their nipples hard.
Their faces flushed.
Their throats dry.
Their lips quivered.
And as the boys brutally thrust inside of them, the girls greedily accepted this violation.
For this was creation unfettered: crude, ugly and obscene.
And when the boys came, the girls jumped, as they boys filled them with seed.
When they were finished with one, the boys moved onto another.
There were three girls to every boy, so there were plenty to go around, and before this night was done, each would get a turn.
It didn’t matter if they were fat, skinny, ugly, cute, old or young—they were women, and tonight they would be reminded of that fact.
None of the women were spared, as the boys restored the natural order of things.
For this also was the gift of the wolf.
The wolf watched approvingly, and then strode forward.
Despite its size, the wolf’s footfalls were soft against the grass.
There were four of them on stage.
A silver haired woman, who stood behind a podium, and three others that sat behind her.
None of them ran as the wolf approached.
Perhaps, they were too stunned to move.
Perhaps, they were awe.
Whatever the reason, the wolf held a strange power over them.
The wolf stalked forward, making his way, first, to the silver haired women—she, after all, was the leader of this pack.
He could hear the woman softly panting.
He could smell her fear.
But, the odor was sweeten with desire.
In a show of bravado, the woman tried to stare the wolf down.
The wolf simply cocked his head, and stared back.
She was the first to give; as she turning her head away, and looked down in shame.
She had much to be ashamed about.
He moved closer, and wrinkled his nose.
She stank of pride, wounded though it might be.
Though so elegant a speaker, her thoughts were petty and jealous.
And the wolf saw in his mind’s eye, this woman young, living a life of happily ever after. That is until, she had caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend. She divorced him, took all his money, and left him homeless, but it wasn’t enough. For in her wraith, she wanted to punish all women. So, she used her position in academia to poison the minds of her young impressible students. She worked hard to make them so ugly and detestable that no man would ever want them, and then they could all be miserable together.
Still, the wolf thought, the silver haired woman looked pretty enough—marred only by her smug expression.
More crudely, the wolf could tell that this woman hadn’t been touched by a man for a very long time.
The wolf licked its black lips, and then approached.
On instinct, the silver haired woman stepped back. In doing so, she tripped over her own feet.
The wolf fell on her, instantly. His sharp claws tearing away her clothing, leaving the fabric in tatters.
Her skinny body lay bare before him.
But, the curve of her hips reminded him of someone close to him—close, but now far away.
The human part of him still felt a pang in his heart, but the wolf’s incredible lust soothed those pangs away.
He flipped the woman on her stomach, liking her better this way.
The wet musk between the woman’s legs, made him drool, as he forced himself into her.
She jumped, as he did so, and tried to push him back.
But, her pussy betrayed her, eagerly pulling him in, as it stuffed itself full with his long, fat cock. But, the size and weight of it prove to be overwhelming, and her body quickly conceded to him—taking whatever fight she had with it.
His claws sank deep into the flesh of her hips, making her whimper.
Then she gasped, as the wolf began to rock back and forth on top of her.
But, still the woman’s tiny slit held him, refusing to let him go, which proved to be a fatal mistake.
His thrusts fell into a steady rhythm. He took her hard and fast—just the way he liked.
The collusion of their bodies proved to be loud and violent, and the sound echoed across the field like thunder.
The wolf continued to have his way with the woman, slobbering all over her back as he did so. He showed no signs of stopping, as his stamina bordered on superhuman. But, the exercise took its toll on the lady.
She started to moan. A long, heavy moan that didn’t sound natural coming from such thin, pretty lips.
But, her suffering was music to the wolf’s ears, and its song filled him with a perverse hunger.
His claws raked across the woman’s naked back, forming wing like gashes across the bare flesh. For this was to be her swan song.
The woman howled, her cries loud and strong as the tiny microphone she wore amplified them across the field.
But, no one came to her rescue.
She had been marked as his, and his alone.
The wolf’s shaft peeled back, and then a red plasticity thing extended inside of her.
It pushed through her womb, but did not stop there. Continuing on until it broke through the fleshy wall behind it.
The woman convulsed, as a strange gurgling sounds spilled from her mouth.
The wolf sighed heavily in satisfaction, as blood and bile poured out of the woman underneath.
His human side, however, was completely horrified.
Was this what was going to happen to Summer? To Emily?
But that side of the wolf was shocked completely into silence, when the woman’s body began to break down. Her flesh turning into a bluish clay, before it completely crumbling to dust.
The wolf accepted this as part of the natural order of things. The woman had been nothing more than a sacrifice to the dark god that had given him so much power.
But it left the wolf hungry.
The wolf was always hungry.
Its appetites large and fierce, and now he turned his attention to the three others on stage.
First there was a young woman. She sat with her legs spread open, and furiously played with herself.
A balding man, sat in the middle. This man stroked himself off, and his cum ran down his pant leg.
Only the big girl, who sat on the end, seemed unaffected. Instead, she hid her face behind her hands. Not wanting to see the carnival of lust before her. But she hadn’t come through unscathed, and her jowls burned red with shame.
The wolf licked its black lips again.
Which one should he choose? All three perhaps?
The young woman had been with many, many men. So many she had lost count.
But, she had paid the price for being so wild.
One of those men had given her a shameful disease.
A disease, which she had spread to others, before learning of her infection.
Now she hated all men.
Not so much because of the disease she carried.
No, it was more that she now had a bad reputation, and that no man wanted to touch her—denying her the thing she loved most.
The wolf now turned his attention to the balding man.
He had betrayed his sex.
Selling men out to earn the favor of women.
He thirsted for women’s attention, especially the younger ones.
But, women had repeatedly rejected him.
For they saw him as weak and ineffectual.
Still, the man would do anything for women, even humiliate himself for them.
Yet, he remained alone, and had been alone for quite some time.
Both man and woman had a need, and the wolf, first and foremost, was a creature of desire.
To the young woman he gave a willing victim.
To the man, he gave the gift of pestilence.
Gifts, they both eagerly accepted.
Satisfied the wolf moved on.
He had saved the best for last.
The wolf sensed in the big girl an innocent virtue.
The other girls made fun of her, because they though her fat and stupid.
In truth, the big woman was shy and sweet.
But, she had been hurt many times in her life. And, the girl’s enormous bulk served as her armor against an uncaring world—a barrier so wide that everyone would be forced to keep their distance.
Yet, the girl longed to be part of something bigger than herself. But more than that, she had an overwhelming desire to be in a place where she felt loved and accepted.
The wolf nuzzled closed to her.
Still she hid her face away, and what her hands didn’t cover, her long black hair did the rest.
The wolf’s tongue lashed out against her chocolate skin.
The girl dropped her guard, and sighed in rapture.
She had a pretty face, and the wolf’s heart ached that she had tried to keep such beauty hidden from the world.
The wolf’s tongue dipped into her cleavage. Her breasts were big and full. Another gift that shouldn’t be hidden away.
The big girl moaned softly at his touch. She had never been touched by a man before, and the wolf could sense that the sensation was both exciting and frightening for her.
His touch proved gentle, but his claws were sharp.
Claws, that now stripped away the baggy clothes she wore, to hide her bulk.
The wolf’s breath burned hot, as he whispered obscenities in her ear.
Her desires were an open book to him, and she eagerly nodded to everything he suggested.
He pulled away, letting the magic do its work.
The bulk of her flesh stretched, and soon wrapped around her, smothering her into a cocoon.
Moments passed, as the wolf panted in anticipation.
Then movement, as the fleshy membrane pulled and torn from the inside out.
The girl gasped, stepping out of the shell, recognizably only by her pretty face. Her black hair now short so that it no longer hide that pretty face away.
The wolf drooled at the sight of this chocolate Venus.
Her body was now more shapely than fat, and the change only served to enhance her impressive feminine curves.
She shivered, and yet dripped with sweat.
The husk of skin that lay at her feet, crumbled into blue dust as the wolf approached.
His tongue lashed out, licking her naked flesh.
The girl moaned, a muffled groan as she bit her full lips.
The wolf’s tongue lovely traced the curves of her body—slobbering all over chocolate skin.
Then he pressed his muzzle between her legs. She smelled like honey.
On instinct, she tried to push him away, laughing a little as he did so—playfully protected her modesty.
But the wolf could not be denied, as he dragged her down to his level.
On the planks of the stage, he took her.
Again, shoving his muzzle between her legs.
She was wet, and smelled of a sweet musk.
The wolf’s tongue again lashed out, licking the folds of her sinful lips.
She roughly grabbed his fur, and pulled his head down. At the same time, she pushed her crotch to his mouth.
The tip of his tongue pressed against her clit, promising greater pleasures ahead.
She moaned, a long, shaky moan.
Her body was hungry—hungry for the most crude and primitive of desires.
To the wolf, she was a feast.
His long tongue forced itself inside of her, stealing her innocence.
She screamed, as virgin blood poured down the wolf’s throat—the last and most scared barrier broken.
With her innocence gone, she became his whore.
Her body thrashed, and her mouth snarled, as the wolf’s tongue delved deep—awaking feeling and desires buried deep inside of her.
Her body tensed, and now she squeezed her shapely legs tight around his head.
Her body trembled, as her cum gashed out her.
The wolf drank her in, her sweet juices tasting like the finest of wines.
He pulled back, leaving her panting.
The wolf sat on his haunches, licking his black lips.
She sat up, but it wasn’t long before she desired his company again.
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“More,” she whispered in his ear. “More.”
The wolf was not immune to her feminine charms.
The obscene thing between his legs aching for relief.
Seeing this, the girl grabbed the long shaft, and began to stroke it.
He growled his approval at this.
And drooled at the sight of her ample breasts raising and falling with each sinful stroke.
Her full lips, curled into a wicked smile.
She had caught him looking, and now playfully punished him by smothering his cock between her breasts.
Again the wolf growled his approval.
The head of his cock lay just inches from her lips.
Her tongue darted out, licking the thick wad of pre-cum that dripped from the tip.
She let him go, but pressed her body close. Her lips sought his, and now she showered kiss after kiss on his muzzle.
Her love was tender and intimate.
“Penny,” she said. “My name is Penny.”
She sought to tame him.
His love, however, was savage and wild.
It was a love, he wished to share with her now.
Roughly, he pushed her back down.
She screamed, loud and pitifully, as he forced himself inside of her.
His long, fat cock quickly filled her up.
With a thrust he was in her womb.
Her body jolted against him at the sudden invasion.
Leaving her wincing and shaking with pain.
But to his surprise, the girl uttered one simple cry, “Yes.”
In that moment, the wolf knew he had chosen wisely.
Her legs went around his back.
Then, her arms slung around his neck.
The girl pulled him down, and now held him in place.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She howled.
Her cum splashing, hot and sticky, against him—matting into his fur.
The girl looked up at her lover, baring her teeth as she did so. But, she soon dropped her gaze. For, to look at him in the eye, felt shameful. She came again, grunting as she did so, leaving her pussy sopping wet
The girl sighed, and for a moment her chocolate body went numb.
But with a cry, she fought against it, and now slammed her weight against him—driving his cock to the back of her womb.
The wolf roared as an ocean poured inside of her. His seed quickly filling her up.
It left both of them panting.
Passion seized her, and she now violently pulled his head down.
Her tongue darted.
His tongued lashed.
Their tongues danced in the air. It was a flirtatious dance. Their tongues touching, but never entwining. So close, and yet always just apart.
It was the girl who ended the dance, as she pressed her lips against his—sealing their savage love with a kiss.
The wolf freed itself from her.
His long, fat cock popped out of her like a cork; releasing a torrent of white cum down her chocolate legs.
Their passion hadn’t been without consequences. And her pussy lips had been stretched to the point that it left a gaping hole, where her tiny slit had been.
The wolf leaned back, sitting in an almost human like way, with his legs spread open.
His big cock, satisfies for the moment, lay flaccid against his thigh.
The girl crawled over to him; and she soon rested her head against his chest.
They shared a quiet, intimate moment. Content with listening to the grunting, ugly sounds of life being created all around them.
But the moment soon faded.
The wolf had given the girl a wild streak. That wildness asserted itself now, as she bent low, and grabbed the shaft of his penis.
She pulled it to her mouth, and closed her full lips around the head.
The wolf’s tail wagged, thumping loudly on the wooden stage.
She suckled him. Her head bobbing slowly up and down, as she tenderly took care of him.
It was her first time, and he could feel teeth lightly pricking the skin of his shaft.
He snarled, and snapped his teeth at her.
She got the message, and widened her mouth a little. After that it was pure bliss.
It wasn’t long before he was hard again.
And a few seconds later, he heard the girl choke and gag as his cock expanded in her mouth.
The wolf gently stroke her hair, and this seemed to relax her, as she became a little more adventures.
Her bobs going a little further down each time. But even she had her limits, and only managed to fit half his massive cock down her throat.
Still it was enough to satisfy him.
But, theirs was a shared pleasure, and right now he was being selfish.
He grabbed his tail, and still wagging, curled it in front of him.
He watched, mesmerized, as the girls ass rose and fell with each bob of her head.
The wolf leaned forward, sticking his tongue out, panting as he did so.
Spittle rained down all over the girl, making her backside wet and slick.
Now, the wolf roughly grabbed her by the short hairs. He held her head down, even as her ass rose up in the air.
She gagged, and tried to pull free, but the wolf’s grip proved stronger.
With his free hand, he fed his tail into her backside.
The girl screamed, even as her body jumped.
But her cries were muffled, as he continued to hold her head down.
Her ass was big and full, like her lips, and yet it proved to be a tight fit. Her body reacted violently to this sudden invasion: squeezing him tight, as it tried, desperately, to pinch him off.
But once inside, his tail began to wiggle and wag, as it battered against the walls of her colon.
If the wolf could laugh, it would have done so now.
Laugh, at the funny sounds the girl made: a sort of whimpering/gurgling sound.
But the wolf was not without mercy.
A mercy, it showed now, as it pulled her head back.
The girl gasped, sucking in deep breaths of air.
Then, wearily, she spread her hands against his chest, as if trying to push him back.
But, there would be no rest for the wicked. And the wolf’s tail continued its vicious assault.
He pitied her, but only a little. The side of him that was still human pitted her.
The wolf, however, would not be denied his pleasure.
He still had hold of the girl’s hair, and he again pushed her head down, while at the same time shoved his hard cock back into her mouth. A few seconds later, he pulled her head up, only to shove it down again.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Over and over again, in a steady rhythm as he used her lips to stoke himself off.
Theirs, after all, was a shared pleasure, and the wolf saw nothing wrong with making her do her fair share.
It wasn’t long before his cock throbbed in her mouth.
He snarled, as his animal side took charge, sending him into a frenzy.
His hips slammed into her, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and soon down her throat.
He heard her jaw snap. But this only made it easier for him, as his thrusts reached their zenith.
She started to gag, and it wasn’t long before her gags reached a fevered pitch.
Her body thrashed, as her survival instincts kicked in.
The scents of shit and blood filled the air, and that mixture of fluids coated his tail.
But, the wolf was utterly consumed by lust, and cared little for her suffering.
His mouth snapping at the air, as he brought himself close.
Then he howled, as rope and rope of cum shot down her throat.
He violently pulled his cock free; his seed spitting into the air.
He finished by shooting another load all over her, marking her as her own.
The wolf let her go. She collapsed with a thud onto the wooden stage, having given quite the performance.
And, in a final act of violation, his tail slid out of her, and then repeatedly slapped against her back side.
His lust satisfied, a crude sanity returned.
The wolf got down on all fours, and crawled toward the girl’s side.
The girl still lived, but there was a terrible hitching sound to her breathe.
The wolf sniffed at her, and then gently licked her neck.
She did not stir.
Her once pretty face, twisted into an ugly expression of pain, as her body lay all used up.
Her wild spirit broken.
But, again, the wolf was not without mercy.
It pawed at her shoulder, and then lowered its head.
Now it whispered something in her ear.
The girl slowly nodded.
Almost immediately, she clutched her stomach.
A few seconds later, she sat up—blinking several times as if she waking from a dream.
Her face pretty again.
And her chocolate body new and improved— for the wolf had restored her innocence.
The girl smiled shyly up at him.
Then, she blushed. And, in a moment of modest, tried to cover her naked body with her hands.
The wolf jumped from the stage.
“Wait,” the girl cried out. “Don’t go!”
But, it was time to move on.
There were more wild oats to sow, before this night was done. For none could tame his desires for long.
But, the wolf did allow himself a smile.
He may have restored the girl’s innocence. But she would soon find out that her virginity came with a price. For the whore lurked deep inside of her, waited to be set free again. And that whore’s love was savage and wild.
“Wait!” The girl called out again, rushing down stage to join him on the field.
She did not get very far, before one of the boys grabbed her, and forced her onto her knees.
The iron smell of blood filled the air.
The girl cried out for a third time. This cry, one of pain, but tainted with lust
“Yes!” The girl screamed. But it was the whore that cried out a few seconds later. “Yes! Yes!”
Her screams were soon muffled, as another boy joined them.
One boy took her from behind, and the other took her from the front.
She submitted willingly to their desires.
For this was the wolf’s final gift of the night. The girl had wanted to be part of something bigger than herself. To be accepted. And now, she had gotten her wish.
The wolf crept softly away—leaving an orgy in his wake.
TO BE CONTINUED...