Flash Pulp #10 Virginity
#10 of Flash Pulps
The rabbit whined pleadingly with the others as they locked him into place. It was an honour to serve the tribe but to be offered as a sacrifice to the wolves was terrifying. He yanked against the leather bindings but even chewed by wolf fangs as they were he wasn't strong enough to break free. Soon he was strapped down and his friends, teary eyed and sorry snuck off into the woods. The lapine whimpered and begged for someone to hear him, to save him but time passed and no one came. At least not until he heard the growling of wolves.
In this forest, the wild wolves were dangerous to his kind voracious and strong and massive beasts of some primal wilds long forgotten save hear and the natural response was abject fear. Of course that's what immediately came to the hare's mind as he heard the pack to which he would be an offering encircle him. His energy returned instantly hoping to free himself from the trap but naked and vulnerable he felt the heat of the Alpha's maw against his leg and he knew it was over.
Wincing as if the pain of being sacrificed could be suffered that easily, the virginal rabbit pulled away as he felt flesh scrape against his fur. He tried to be brave and await the final jaws but instead that touch of flesh against his leg. If not for the horror of being surrounded by massive wolven beasts it would have been a pleasant sensation, warm breath washing over him as that moist muscle lapped up the inside of his leg gradually making its way higher but the rabbit wanted to be done with it all, not consoled.
He turned his head and blanched at the sight of a wolf so big he could hardly envision a single tribesman it couldn't bowl over by accident with it's powerful shoulders or it's hefty weight. This was a predator king. His muscle sinuous and tight under a glorious layer of shock white fur. If anything it heightened the fear as he pressed his muzzle against the bound rabbit's crotch sniffling and licking curiously.
The other wolves watched from afar, knowing not to bother the leader until he'd had his fill, but they growled and whimpered hungrily, all of them staring intently at the make-shift stone altar. The massive wolf licked greedily at the rabbit's balls for the others to watch. Soon the poor sacrifice wasn't sure what was going on at all. If he would be eaten or tormented with his hot sensation until he exploded.
It seemed though that was only the beginning. The broad hot tongue slurped up to the hole beneath the rabbit's tail, drooling sloppily into his crack in long agonizing strokes until, indifferent to the threat of death, he wanted to let the wolf lick him until his whole body melted. He could feel his maleness throbbing desperately against the smooth stone and his hips rocked sub consciously against the wolf's tongue. It felt wonderful. He could feel his body bubbling with the imminent spill of his first seed when the tongue was taken away and a heavy weight pinned him to the rock.
The wolf and his fur were hot. Almost, stiflingly so. His powerful body gripped tight at the little rabbit as the fear took over again, this time not even having an expectation to go on. Sharp claws scratched at his sides as shallow, haphazard thrusts slapped against his rump, balls like swinging weights spanking him while the wolf took advantage of his sacrifice. The rabbit could feel warm hardness beginning to jut from the wolf's crotch as he squirmed and panicked, finally aware that he was to be raped before the rest of his suffering.
He tried to escape but the wolf held him tight and still with a warning snarl until that growing hardness found its purchase. Precum jetted forcefully into the rabbit's body, thick gouts of it dripping around the shaft spreading the poor rabbit open and soaking his balls in wolf lust as the wolf pushed in to the root. His cock grew continually as he began to thrust going quickly from a idly hump to a manic fucking pounding over and over again into the lapine's once innocent hole.
Much to his surprise though, it felt good. getting it in the first time hurt, sure but as it grew and penetrated deeper, the hare found the pleasure was so worth the momentary discomfort. Perhaps this consolation would be fine after all. The heat filling him, washing over his back side while his own member was forced against the rock in time with the dick spreading him wide open.
The other wolves inched closer and between hazed moments of ecstatic pleasure he could see their ruddy, pointy tipped cocks spurting precum on the ground one of them even digging into the dirt as its own thrust pleadingly on his feet. He wanted to know if they all felt so wonderful as the Alpha 'raping' him did but with a howl and a painful thrust the rabbit's generous ring spread much father than it should have then snapped shut again around the base of the wolf's knot.
Racked with that sensation he couldn't get his mind around the expanding heat in his belly. He didn't realize the wolf's cum was filling him, gushing into the deepest part of his bowels since it had nowhere else to go. But over time the feeling grew more familiar and he felt his belly get full like the biggest meal he'd ever eaten. He finally knew what had happened and by the hungry looks on the rest of the pack it would happen over and over. But for the time being he was tied to the alpha locked to his massive bulb and prey to his continued breeding.
An eternity went by and the rabbit could feel his belly literally bulge with seed before the knot had deflated enough to pop out of him with a fraction of the pain by which it shoved in. Cum gushed out of his deflowered rump in a thick deluge while the alpha licked his member longer than the rabbits arm and easily as thick and rested as his next pack mate took his place. The ritual continued, shallow, probing thrusts followed by a brutal fucking and a long tie to fill the rabbit with cum.
Again and again each wolf went through the process until covered and exhausted with wolf sex the rabbit was left to recover. The wolves remained watching him, some lapping at his cum covered rump once or twice or just lazing around in the afterglow of a wild orgy on their collective plaything.
The rabbit whimpered, not out of fear or pain, though he knew he would not sit or stand for many days if he survived, but out of simple exhaustion. If the wolves wanted him again he would be glad to let them have him but all he wanted was to go home and rest. To sleep until this all felt like a dream or this pack needed to breed again. Whichever came first.
The pack gradually fell asleep and just as the rabbit was about to as well, lulled by the stink of wolf seed, a familiar face appeared and whispered to him. "You cannot return, the wolves would come for you and destroy the village. You must bring them pleasure for our sake or they will hunt us like the old times."
The leather came loose and a gentle touch to his head sent him to his fate. He stretched his arms, knowing better than to test his legs and looking around the clearing thought of nothing better to do than curl up with his alpha and sleep.