The Family Disappointment

Inside I'd find a vial of liquid, a long line of rope, a rolled up picnic blanket, a big container of lube, and...a huge dildo. Long and thick, with an extra round bump at the base.

I'd demand to know what's going on, and they'd tell me, calmly, that sometimes we have to be hands on to get the best results. We'd get much more data if someone could report back, right? If that person knew what to look for when they got fucked?

I'd know what was happening by then. And I should feel angry, or betrayed, but...glancing back at that toy, I'd just feel...eager. The scientist knows me too well, knows that I'd want this, and grin when I'd quietly agree.

They'd tell me to use the car ride to get prepared, and I realize that's what the toy is for. For me to get nice and stretched, ready to be fucked.

I'd obey without question. Slicking the toy, and stripping the lower half of my clothes. I'd spend the car ride the way he wanted, stretching around the huge toy, my legs spread wide to take it, soft moans and whimpers leaving my lips.

When we'd get to our destination, I'd be a babbling mess on the back seat. So turned on and needy, and they'd just smile, because that's exactly what they wanted.

They'd park and unload the supplies they need. They'd tell me to be good and quiet, and stay in the car for just a little bit. I wouldn't be able to find it in me to disobey.

When they returned, they'd tell me that they set up cameras around the spot they'll take me to, and they grab the bag at my feet, before guiding me up, laughing at the way my legs tremble.

They'd push me to my knees on the blanket, push my head down so my cheek presses against the fabric, then I'd feel the rope rubbing against my skin as they tie me in place.

They tell me that if it's really too much, to tell them, but I shouldn't have a hard time taking it, right? They know me far too well, and I wouldn't be able to answer.

They'd sit me back up to down the vial, telling me it'll boost my endurance, increase my scent, and make me even more needy than I already am. Making me easy prey to whatever werewolf happens across me.

And one does.

The scientist would hide, tell me to stay just like I am, and be good. They'd give me an earpiece, tell me they'll talk to me when they needed to. Then they'd hide to watch from afar, and I'd be bound, waiting anxiously. Every sound would make me tense, wondering if it was the one I was waiting for.

And when I finally hear it, heavy footsteps, a sniff, a growl, I'd feel myself getting hot and needy--surely not the reaction I should have, but unable to help myself.

I wouldn't know what to expect until large hands grabbed my waist. I'd gasp as they pulled me towards them, and I'd feel their thick, heavy cock rest against my back.

I'd hear the scientist in my ear, excitedly describing the creature, but all I can think about is getting it inside of me. I'd wriggle against them, spreading my legs as much as I could, and making it clear I wanted them.

I'd hear a deep laugh right by my ear, and wonder, briefly, if the creature is more human than we though, before I'd feel them plunge into me.

I'd probably scream. They'd stretch me around them so fully, filling me up completely, and I wouldn't think they'd be able to fit another inch. But they can, and they keep pushing, until I'm stuttering, sunk on them and desperate. The sharp sting of pain would make me pant, head lolling as I take them.

I wouldn't be able to think. My mind would be blank of everything but how filled I was. The toy in the car helped, but it wasn't deep enough to prepare me for this.

Trembling in their grasp, clenching around them, I'd try to adjust, try to settle my breathing. But there's no way I could get adjusted well enough before they want to fuck me. But the pain would subside enough into pleasure, and I'd move my hips, testing to see what they'd do.

As soon as I move, they'd pin me down, and pound into me. My cries would mix with the sounds of loud smacks as they fuck me, and I'd plead for more, the words coming out before I can think. I can hear the scientist saying something about several, something, but I can't make it out, too focused on the creature fucking me to the edge far too quickly.

They wouldn't stop when I came, wouldn't even slow down. I'd cry out, tell them it was so much, sensations filling me as I was pulled down from the orgasm's high too fast, mind on the next one as tears of pleasure spill from my eyes.

When I felt a big hand on my chin, guiding my head up, it'd take me a second to realize it's not the one behind me. I don't have enough time to process what the werewolf looks like before their huge cock is in my face.

I'd part my lips instinctively, and they'd grip my jaw as they pushed into my mouth.

Something about being used from both sides by werewolves would make me finish again, moaning around the cock in my mouth. I wouldn't have to do a thing, my hips being pulled against the one behind me, the other fucking into my mouth steadily.

I'd hear the scientist in my ear, saying that I'm doing well, and that would only make me hotter, gaze blurred with tears as I moan and suck and tremble.

Time would blur as the werewolves switch me out between them. The ropes binding my hands and legs would rip at some point, from sharp claws as I'm pulled down onto the lap of one. I'd get a good look at them, and I'd realize just how big they were, towering over me, thick and wide, with thick manes of long of big hair, all naked, so I can see the hair covering their bodies, too. Sharp nails and sharper teeth, with eyes glowing gold. And they all--male, female, or any other--have with thick, heavy cocks, ready to fuck me.

I'd ride them and bend between them, and let them hold me up, and press my face into the grass, and get on my knees, and spread my legs, and finish over and over.

The last--and I can tell it's the last, because all the others are standing aside to watch--they must be the leader. They hold me down, my back pressed against the rumpled blanket, my legs held apart. They fuck me hard, gaze burning into me as they push deeper with every thrust. I tremble, and beg, feeling myself getting closer and closer. My head would fall back, moans and whimpers falling from my lips.

When they finished, they'd push deep into me, but then they'd keep going, deeper, angling me so I can take it, until...

I'd feel their knot push into me, and I'd stretch around it with a pitiful moan. I'd hear the scientist in my ear, almost forgotten, saying this is what we wanted--this is the part they wanted to study.

The werewolf would hold me to them, and feeling them fully seated inside me would make me tremble.