Blowing Snow
December 17, 1897
This day started out as normal as any other out here in the Great White Expanse. I woke to find the remains of the previous day's coffee frozen inside the pot and a layer of frost on the inside of the windows. I thank my ancestry that I was born with enough fox blood to cover my dragon hide in fur; without it I would surely have frozen before now. I can't say that I feel any warmth from this black fur but at least it keeps the frostbite from setting in.
Our group spent the morning packing supplies for an expedition to be held later in the day to a town across the frozen sea. The team of huskies were anxious as they talked amongst themselves; some even took up the habit of carving firewood to pass the time. I am still amazed when I wake to find the sled-team in their bare fur wandering about outside as they passed from the bath houses to the main complex. Only after their sacks were pulled tight against their bodies would they complain about the cold.
As we packed the sleighs, my eyes kept wandering to the two teams of four as they harnessed up for the journey. Their bodies were well built, tone with a nice bit of muscle, and I can't help but feel my eyes drawn to their currently unclothed privates, and I can't help but wonder why they wait until last to slip on their pants and boots. Finally, when they are dressed and their harnessed are lashed to the sleds, we make our way out into the snow.
Dressed in thick coats, black to stand out in the white abyss, and enough extra padding and cloth to ensure minimal flesh coverage, we set out from the camp and into the white of the Expanse. It had been a month since we left the camp and it was nice to be able to watch the group of clustered buildings disappear into the distance. It would be hours before the group of huskies pulling the sleds alerted us of the nearing village so until then I occupied my time daydreaming.
Damn those huskies for what they had done. Letting me have only a small taste of fun in these long months. I can't stop my mind wandering to just last evening when they had offered me eight large cocks and a sample of each male's cum. Now... I can't stop thinking about huskies. They know it and that must be why they wandered nude this morning, whyt hey went bottomless until only before we left. They wanted me to daydream about them.
Suddenly, the leader of my sled let out a loud yip and fell to the ground. As the sled skidded to a halt, myself and the other two sled dogs went to check on him. We were confused when we found a dart sticking from his neck and, before we could examine it further, both males around me let out loud yips and fell to the ground as well. I moved to look around, to see if I could locate the attackers, but I could see nothing in the distance. Checking the males again I found them to be simply sleeping, tranquilized for some reason. Finally, I groaned as I felt the pain I had been waiting for strike me in the neck and I fell atop the pile of sleeping males.
December 19, 1897
I only knew the date from a calendar pinned to a nearby wall. At first I thought I was back at the camp until I realized this room was much larger than our own sleeping quarters. It was then I noticed that even the smell was different. At the camp everything had smelled sterile and frozen. In this place however I smelled blood, semen, and general stink of unwashed fur. However, what made me most notice the difference was the feeling of warmth that filled the room. This place had a wonderful heating system.
I sat there in the room for what seemed like hours. In that time I had rummaged through the drawers and found not one scrap of clothing. I tried the door and found it locked and after peering through the crack in the space between the door and wall I found it was bolted shut from the outside. It was then I realized this must be where they keep the prisoners. Not long after I began to wonder where the other three were.
My answer came when the door was unlocked and one of the three from my team, a grey and white named Nikata, was thrown back inside. He was stripped nude and his shaft was hard as he hit the cold floor. Giving a soft whimper, he rose softly and turned to me. I asked what they had done and I swore I almost saw a smile on his face as he told me that he had woken to find himself bent over a table in a room of male wolves better hung than him. They used his tailhole for hours, each taking their turn as the previous male was licked clean by the husky, and each male made sure to tie him and rip their knots back out.
I watched as the male walked to a nearby bed and laid down to rest his rump and, when he turned to the wall, I saw the large matting of the fur around his rump from cum. He stank terribly of sex.
An hour later another of the males, Nikata's twin brother Terro, came in under similar conditions. The difference between them was that Terro was on the verge of tears. He had suffered at least an hour more of abuse than his brother and they had at a few intervals taken the male's rump two at a time. He later admitted to having enjoyed it; his tears mere byproducts of the sore and throbbing tailhole.
Finally, the leader of the trio, a large brown and white, walked in of his own accord with a smirk on his face. He licked his lips as he looked down to me and went to his fellow sled dogs. They began to share stories of their experiences and it would seem the last of the trio, an rather rough dog who called himself Gear, had actually broken his restraints and turned the tables on a few males. He spoke of how it took twelve of the strongest wolves to hold him down and lift his tail before he finally gave in and spoiled himself.
It was then I lashed out and asked them how they could act like such sluts. Here we were, captives of a pack of wolf raiders, and they were bitching for any male with a hard on. It was then they let me in on the deal they had been given. In exchange for their rumps they would be freed in the morning.
Finally, it came my turn. A large black wolf with piercing yellow eyes walked in, naked and erect, and told me to strip. His voice was a deep growl, like he had swallowed rocks, and it sent a shiver up my spine. Stripping nude, I gave a soft yip as the male gripped my privates and began to fondle them. Smirking, he whispered in my ear such lewd things, even worse than the huskies the other night when they convinced me to suck them dry. Finally, he tied a rope around my neck and began to lead me from the room.
I was led down a stone hallway that reminded me of miner's tunnels. There were other rooms, most having no doors, and in some I saw the remaining members of the crew still suffering their own bouts of unwanted intercourse. Finally, I was pushed through an open door at the end of the hall and the sound of a lock clicking signaled the door being shut and locked behind me.
A voice called out to me from across the room. Looking up, I stared into the single eye of a large white wolf, easily a foot taller than myself, with his left eyes covered with a bandage. He smirked and pointed right down to his shaft and ordered me to go to work. I bit my lower lip and did nothing at first.
He spoke again with a kinder voice and offered me a deal. Give myself to him freely, enjoy every second of it, and I would wake up back at the camp in the morning unharmed. I was about to say no when he added one last point; refusal would result in torture, rape, castration, and finally being left out in the snow naked to freeze to death. It didn't take me but a second to decide.
He was larger than any male I had ever taken. I licked my lips as I stared over all fourteen inches from tip to base and I reached up a hand. My fingers didn't connect around his length with about a half inch of space to go. God it was so... hard and it smelled like he had already had his way with a few males. At least he had washed up.
So, with a small smile on my face to try and make him think I was enjoying it, I leaned in and licked over his length. That first lick made me shudder. He had put something on it... something fruit flavoured. I licked again and let out a soft murr. Maybe my brain was coping or maybe the wolf had a nice side; all I knew is his cock tasted sweet with a slight hint of grape. A few more licks and I was in bliss.
I took his length into my muzzle... I sucked him like a slut and I didn't care a bit. I was spoiling myself like a greedy whore and... I still don't find a bit of shame. My tongue traced over every inch of his shaft. When he asked if I enjoyed it I told him I loved it. Finally, when my own shaft was hard between my legs I looked up and asked it be wanted me to continue.
He pointed to a desk nearby with a pillow on one end. I know what he wanted and I rose to my feet. Licking his cock one last time I walked over to the desk and lifted my tail. I was going to spread my legs but he beat me to it. Finally, I let out a loud gasp as his tip buried itself under my tail and started to push.
He must have realized I was going to be too tight for a one thrust hilt so he slowed down and began to stroke over my back. He spoke softly to me and I let out a moan as my tailhole was stretched wider than if I took two of the husky boys at once. I groaned and began to understand why Nikata's brother had complained. Three inches in and I was in a mix of bliss and agony.
Finally, the wolf must have grown weary of waiting and he gripped my hips roughly. He growled loudly and, with a painful motion, forced in the last eleven inches. I cried out in anguish and he smacked the back of my head. I caught myself and tried to collect my thoughts. All I could do was cry and tell him I loved it and wanted more. He gave me more.
It was fifteen minutes of pain and pleasure as the wolf pounded into my tight tailhole. My cock spasmed between my legs as I came for... the third time? I don't remember; all I remember was wonderful wolf cock.
Finally he finished and, to my surprise, did not tie me. He walked around the table with his cock in hand. Oh god I was glad he didn't tie me. His knot was fully swelled when he shoved his cock past my lips. It was the size of small soccer ball I swear. Finally, when I finished cleaning his shaft, he pulled back and smirked. I was expecting two things: either another male or to be let go. I got neither. The wolf simply walked back around to my rump and went again.
I couldn't walk when he finished with me two hours later. He had tied me for the last seven matings and ripped his knot out. I don't know if he was bipolar or just a sadistic ass. All I know is my tailhole was gaping, I was in tears, I felt pain throughout, and I just kept telling him he was the perfect male... the perfect fuck. Finally, however, it was over. I hit the ground as he slowly pushed me off the desk and I lay there limp. I don't know what day it was... if I was even really awake. All I know is I saw a knife fall by my face and I heard a few words of a foreign language.
January 22, 1897
That bastard kept me... let every male use me over and over again. I was lucky though, I was shown mercy, and I am still here.
The husky boys are the personal bitches of the bandits now, their home is tied to a pole in a communal fuck room. Their fate was worse but damned if they don't mind it. Good thing they liked to bottom; it is hard to top when you have had your nuts cut off.
The other member of the group, our young fox engineer, he shares a room with me. He is the alpha's warm up. He is only for the officers and the leader. I only have to take the leader.
Of the eight huskies, I think only five are left. The others fought back rather than lose their nuts, Gear was one of them, and they were all castrated and left in the snow to die. I am not sure what happened to them. Nikata and his brother are left... I hear they have the best muzzles in camp. So now, here I sit, writing the journals that keep me sane. Without these... I don't know. Well, I guess it is time to go for now; my master is hard again.