The WBP - Pt. 01

Copyright © February 2024 by Experimentica

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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes:

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

This is my first submission of a series of undetermined length, partially guided by interest and demand. I hope you like it.

Content warnings: This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.

Trigger warning: also contains abduction and nonconsensual sex, please do not read further if any of these themes cause you distress.

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The WBP (Werewolf Breeding Project)

Part One

Gosh it was loud, so much banging from the kitchen and front room, and the neighbors' dogs were at it again. Her head was throbbing. So thirsty.

Cassie licked her cracked lips and attempted to open her eyes. They wouldn't open yet as her body was slow to wake. Feeling gradually worked its way into her sore muscles. Hair was stuck to some dry drool on her mouth, and she went to lift her left hand to pull it off, but her arm wouldn't cooperate. As she waited for her body to get with the program, she realized her soreness had something to do with the hard, cold surface she was draped upon. Her room smelled musty, metallic, and soiled. Something wasn't right. Suddenly, her "bed" lurched forward a couple of feet with a wobbly squeal. Finally, Cassie's eyes grudgingly opened, and she found herself staring at an odd platform with metal bars, her light brown hair hanging in her face. Surprised and disoriented, she jerked back to sit up, or she would have if she could move at all. Trying to push herself up into a sitting position, she found that her body wasn't responding because she was securely strapped to whatever this thing was. Pulling on her arms and legs only resulted in unforgiving resistance. Looking down to her hands, she saw them to be secured in tight metal cuffs with straps of leather as a buffer between the metal and her skin and assumed her ankles were similarly secured. She seemed to be lying face down on a padded metal bench with her ass higher than her head and the knees bent. The bench stopped at her clavicle and a smooth padded bar across her forehead held her head in place. Further wiggling revealed some sort of strap or bar around her waist. To top the fear inducing ensemble was her realization that she was utterly naked due to the drafts felt across her bare skin. Her most private areas were on display and there was nothing she could do about it.

Now fully aware she was not actually in her bed, Cassie paid renewed attention to the clanking cacophony of noises around her. Instead of pots and dishes, it sounded more like clanging prison bars, chains, and the neighbors' dogs on steroids.

The device squealed to a stop. A black boot that thudded into her vision made her flinch.

"We need to do something about the noisy wheels. Boss said to minimize anything that could set the hounds off."

"I thought we already took care of that last night." came the gravely baritone reply from several feet away.

"Well, you missed one."

The other male grumbled and shuffled around for a bit. Cassie silently debated whether it would be a good idea to demand what was going on or to pretend to still be unconscious.

"Here, use this."

The boot left her field of vision as she assumed the man attached to it took the item for the noisy wheels. Someone suddenly crouched near her head and with a quick intake of breath fear won out and she snapped her eyes closed. She tried to steady her breathing and relax her facial muscles without much success.

"I know you're awake," his rough, quiet voice came from just inches in front of her face. Cassie flinched again and whimpered. "Shhh, shhh. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Short brown stubble of a shaved head greeted her eyes as he was looking over his shoulder for anyone watching. Long sleeved studded leather armor, with obscenely long spikes, covered his torso and up to protect the neck. He turned back around and saw her fearful gaze. His eyes softened a little. "Name's Brant. Do you want me to put you back under? What may happen next won't be pretty."

Cassie shook her head and tried to speak but all that came out was a hoarse squeak. How long had she been out? She cleared her throat and tried again. "What's going to happen?" from the current state she found herself in she had an idea, but she needed to know to what extent and if they planned on releasing her afterwards. "Are you going to let me go?"

His washed-out green eyes looked uncertain before he answered, "that depends on how this evening goes."

Well, that was cryptic and not at all comforting. He turned his head again, muttered a curse, and bent to work on the other wheel.

"Hurry up, he said it's time." The other man's sentence was half drowned out by the dogs-from-hells' racket getting worse. "And they're getting antsy, they can smell 'em."

Brant stood up and gave her roller an experimental push, one back wheel still protesting. He bustled to it, returned quickly and tested again. It was silent. "Good, let's get this started." Wheels rolling across the stone floor getting further away alerted Cassie that there were possibly others besides her. Other women strapped in one of these contraptions not knowing how they got here or still unconscious.

Brant bent down close to her right ear. "Out of time. Don't talk, try not to make any noise. And whatever happens, do not scream."

Her breaths started to become pants of trepidation as Brant straightened up and pushed her forward.

They passed into a darkened corridor where the dogs' howls and snarls bounced off the walls. They seemed to be getting closer to them and Cassie hoped that the dogs were in cages and not where she was being taken, they didn't sound friendly in the least. A cool draft delicately flowed over her bare expanse of skin bringing fresh air with a hint of pine. This place must not be underground or in the city. Soon, the hallway opened up to a much larger space where the dogs-from-hell must have been kept. A darting of the eyes revealed large empty kennels with thick meshed bars to her right. To her left, a railing bordered the wide passage where two of these rolling apparatuses could pass each other easily.

Suddenly, they stopped. Angry snarling sounded from her right where the kennel bars were only a foot away. It must have come from the next kennel but she couldn't yet see in that one; the kennels were separated by thick, solid stone walls. Oddly, they were outfitted with what Cassie would expect to find in a criminal's cell. A metal fold-up bed was clamped to one wall and a table and chair were bolted to the floor. A hole in the back corner, Cassie assumed, would be for waste. A narrow slit high up on the wall allowed for a small sliver of moonlight. Perhaps this was a jail and they also held dogs?

All over her body hair stood on end with the intensity of the snarling dog next to her. They sounded huge, possibly rabid. Brant continued to push her forward, bringing her in front of the cell. A massive wolf head came into view snapping and snarling at them both. Cassie tried to flinch away and now she understood Brant's warning. They stopped again at the juncture of the next cell over, with the view cut off from the wolf, allowing Cassie to gulp at the air trying to calm her flight or fight response. More snarling came from this next one. Too preoccupied with those huge canines, she didn't get a chance to see if there was an inmate in that cell. Although, she couldn't imagine they would keep a person in with those scary beasts. They continued on their way before she was ready and this next cell also contained a snarling, snapping wolf. Tearing her eyes away from the flying spittle and gnashing teeth, she looked for someone in with the wolf. There didn't seem to be. Once again, they stopped at the next juncture. Perhaps the cells were just being used as kennels for these ferocious beasts and there were no human prisoners? At least not here.

Catching her breath, Cassie wrinkled her nose. It didn't smell too great in here. A bit like wet dog, musk, and ammonia. She wondered why they kept stopping. The railing on her left protected from some sort of a drop off and she could see through to the other side that there were more occupied cells on the far wall. There were two more women strapped onto contraptions, just like hers, spaced two cells apart. There didn't seem to be any reason to be stopped like they were. The men with their odd armor just stood there watching the wolves snarl at the women and periodically writing on a clipboard. Was this some kind of weird test? And were those women still unconscious? She was beginning to regret turning down Grant's offer to go back under.

Her contraption lurched ahead again as she noticed something odd about the wolves on the other side. They didn't look quite right, maybe they weren't full wolves? She flicked her eyes right to the wolf next to her, determined to study features other than the awful teeth and bad breath. Its shoulders looked hunched and hind legs disproportionately long. Maybe this is a species Cassie never heard of, or the rumors of werewolves weren't just rumors. This last thought sent icicles prickling down her spine.

When they stopped again, the snarling in the next cage stopped suddenly. With her head close to the previous wolf's angry threats it was hard to hear much else, but loud snuffling could sometimes be heard. Whining and clanging metal sounded from behind Cassie, and she wondered what brought about the change. The cart rolled to the side instead of forward, turning the whole thing perpendicular to the walkway, and then backed up to that kennel. Cassie tried to bring her chin to her chest to see behind her, but the metal cart blocked her view of all but the bars farther to the sides. Cassie jerked in surprise as something warm and damp flicked onto her buttocks. Again and again, she felt this all over her back end, thighs, and pussy. Disgusted, she tried to pull away ineffectively, there was no give from the contraption and so Cassie could only endure it. Incredulous, she thought, what game are they trying to play? After a few minutes of this, her dampened skin started to tingle and her clit was warming and swelling slightly with the periodic hits of the tongue. The wolf's aim seemed to improve and concentrate on her pussy, delving more into her folds. Cassie's cheeks flushed from embarrassment and her breath hitched while resuming the futile attempts to squirm away. Soon, rhythmic clanking started up and enraged snarling resumed from the cell behind her while the tongue licking ceased. A brief breeze slightly dried her back-end from the slobber but did nothing to diminish the tingling heat of her flesh. Her pussy ached and pulsed with need. She was glad to be face down to hide her mortifying reaction from the guards.

Cassie let out a breath in relief as it sounded as if the "wolf" was being dragged away from the front bars. It sounded as if every wolf was being dragged off. Maybe it was over? Or did her captors have something else in store?

Heavy metal doors screeched open and slammed shut. Chains rattled, wet snarling continued, and shouts of men echoed off the walls. Within minutes, the noise level greatly diminished. Then her cart was moving again. Brant, she assumed, maneuvered her contraption through the now open door of the kennel. Cassie's heart rate picked up again as she wondered if she was to replace the wolf in this dirty cell. Was she to be a prisoner?

Cassie stiffened in fear at the sound of snarling resuming behind her from within the cell. Brant's booted thuds retreated and the cell door slammed shut. Cassie shrieked, "What are you doing?! You can't leave me in here with that thing!"

The beast snarled louder and rattled the chains furiously.

"Damn it!" The cell door opened and several pairs of boots stomped up to her. "Should of known this would happen," one of them growled. "Not all of them would stay asleep. It's not as if they were all caught at the same exact time." Grumbles of agreement and a thrown in "Idiots."

Something rubbery was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth and tied tight to the back of her head. All boots vacated the cell and the door was once again slammed shut with finality.

Frantically, Cassie searched for the livid wolf in her limited visual field. Most of it was blocked, however an arm with a clawed hand was stretched out to the side and chained to the back wall, much higher than she expected. Wait, hand? The same rhythmic clanking sounded again and the hand dropped away from the wall and out of view. Oh, shit!

Cassie's pulse pounded in her ears, louder now that the snarling had ceased with the absence of the men. The wolf emitted tiny woofing sounds intermingled with whines as it neared. Something warm and hard bumped her rear hard enough to smart and rock the whole contraption. Cassie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. The wolf slowly circled her, the chains dragging across the stone floor. Suddenly, Cassie wanted to see what she was up against, and she couldn't get over the image of that clawed hand. Did the shadows and distortion of her precarious position make it seem like a hand instead of a paw?

She bravely popped her eyes open. Its muscular shoulder and legs were moving sinuously under a tight and thick fur coat with grey intermingled with two shades of brown. The hind paws were huge and stretched out with long, thick claws. When the wolf lowered its head to sniff the base of the device, she was surprised to see a metal cage of a muzzle where there wasn't one before. Her eyes relaxed a fraction and she emitted a shaky giggle thinking they were in a similar situation. The wolf's intense gaze snapped to hers. Smoldering hazel eyes shone with intelligence and feral madness danced at the edges. The moment broke as the wolf continued its thorough inspection of the apparatus and her. She released the breath she didn't know she was holding, and drool dripped around the ball gag and onto the floor. Then the wolf raised a front paw and grasped the cuff around her wrist, testing with a tug. Yes, indeed the wolf had claw tipped hands. It wasn't her imagination; she was locked in a cage with a werewolf.

Her hair sucked inside the metal muzzle with the force of the sniffing and it tried to lick her face through the mesh of the muzzle. The beast whined again and turned to head back behind her. As it passed, his penis swung out inches from her face. It was swollen with a dark cherry red head and wet black shaft. He was well endowed and apparently excited. Cassie's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. She was here to breed.

He resumed his thorough inspection of her, pressing the warmed muzzle against her backside. He seemed to be trying to lick her again, obviously without success. Emitting a frustrated whine, he bumped her rump this way and that several times. When that didn't provide desired results, he shook the whole thing. Squeezing her eyes shut, she couldn't help but try to move away, testing the constraints. Not that she knew what she would do if she got out of this damned contraption. Once again, he loudly snuffled her scent pressing the hard muzzle into her most private areas, the heat of his breath stoking the fire he started. Her mind warred with wishing the muzzle was gone and relief that it was there. With increased whining, the werewolf moved off to the side. The warm weight of his giant furred head laid across her back. She stilled, waiting to see what he would do. Satisfied, he circled back around and mounted her with a hungry growl.

The whites of Cassie's eyes shown as she tried in vain to look back at the wolf. His weight was a bit too much and her breath whooshed out as he covered her, the metal groaning in protest underneath. His belly fur was surprisingly soft as it brushed up her back and sides. She felt smothered by heat, fur, and muscle. The first thrust slid his heavy member up the slit of her ass. Oh God, she thought, he's huge, this is going to hurt. And it did. Cassandra bit down on her ball gag, happy it was there for the first time despite the drool. She grunted into the gag when the next thrust drove hard into her aching cunt, thankfully lubricated by his earlier ministrations. He groaned, sounding half man, as he pushed hard and deep into her, pausing briefly before quickly picking up speed. Her vaginal walls struggled to accommodate his size with each frenzied thrust, the apparatus creaking and rocking underneath them with the force of his thrusts. It was hard. It was fast. It was brutal. Heavy panting blasted across her shoulders and hair. Cassie's breaths were fast and shallow mingling with the werewolf's. Claw-tipped hands started roaming her sides in much the same way a lover's would. He worked his left hand under to cup her perky breast, squeezing in his enthusiasm, the flesh dimpling from claws. She gasped when a sudden burst of pleasure fluttered through the hot burn of her pussy. His hot panting started to mix with soft growls and groans that sounded like more than a beast. She clung to that little bit of humanity, reminded there was a man somewhere in there. Pleasure continued to tease through deep inside her pussy in fluttering intermittent pulses. The small bursts from the G spot quickly increased in frequency and intensity until that's all she could feel.

No, no! How can this be? Her face and neck burned in humiliation. Cassie tried to yell, "Geh om!" and bucked as hard as she could, mildly shaking the whole unit.

With an excited groan, the werewolf gripped her tighter, lifted up and slammed into her harder and faster, the cart scooting across the floor. Her attention brought briefly back to this maddening contraption made her think it needed naming. This specific ensemble of metal, padding, and restraints is a trap for ripe damsels. It is also strictly for sex. Therefore, it is a sextraption! An unexpected giggle bubbled out and into the soaked gag, which quickly turned into a loud moan. She winced at the increased sharp pain in her breast and right hip from his eager claws. She bit down on the ball gag trying to stave off the impending orgasm that was building too fast. Her whole body was on fire, and everything felt too good; his warm weight bearing down on her, his soft fur, the human and animalistic grunts and growls, the sting of claws pricking her. A whimper formed, turned into a moan. She bit down hard on the ball stopping moans from pouring forth. Soon she found herself getting caught up in the moment, pleasure overriding the situation. Her back arched into him accepting each slap of his hips and balls. Tingling started to form in her extremities and groin; the impending orgasm was coming. Instantly she was brought back to herself and realized she didn't want to come, not like this. She closed her eyes, relaxed everything, and concentrated on holding off the orgasm. It seemed to work as the feelings calmed down, giving her hope that she could come out of this situation without a guilt inducing pleasureful orgasm. Without warning, the orgasm exploded out with force, like fireworks crackling through her veins. Her toes curled and she screamed around the ball. The werewolf's thrusts intensified as did his grunts. Before her scream ended, his warm weight was abruptly gone, cool air highlighting the sweat dripping down her sides. The werewolf was snarling aggressively behind her, freezing her veins with fear. The orgasm drained away as quickly as it hit. She braced herself for an attack, but instead heard crashing around on the floor behind her. What on earth...