Test Subject — Chapter no 10

Chapter 10

Howling For More

The creature makes a happy yip that I take as confirmation. I laugh in response.

“Good to know! Although”—I chuckle—“I’m kind of glad that it’s so dark in here. I don’t know if I would have been brave enough to come in if I’d seen you before I got to know you.”

I turn around to return to the table, taking two careful steps. “But after all, you’re such a good boy, I bet you can—”

Before I can finish my sentence, I hear a metallic click and the rattle of chains falling to the ground.

I can’t even turn around before a heavy weight crashes into me from behind, pushing me down so my face hits the floor. It’s gentle enough that I’m not hurt, but I grunt from surprise.

“What are you…,” I start in confusion, but when I feel the wolf’s snout pushing up the back of my little Stone Age dress, I start to freak out. This can’t be possible.

I’ve been fucked by a dream goat-devil and then by a ghostly blue man with invisible hands, but there has to be a limit.

I try to crawl forward, but the werewolf just puts a paw on my back to keep me in place. I gasp and let it hold me down.

Curiously, it starts smelling my ass, and I let it, but when I feel the teeth pulling on my panties, I try to wiggle myself free.

It’s no use. Every time I try to move, that paw presses against me harder, holding me down, almost pushing the air out of my lungs.

Helplessly, I lie there as a damn werewolf breaks yet another of the pairs of panties I’ve worn since I arrived here. By now, I’m sure Richard and Mr. Sire must have designed them with some intentional breaking point.

“Just…,” I gasp. The beast raises its paw a little to give me some air.

“Be gentle, will you?”

When I say this, the creature whimpers a bit. It takes its paw off my back, and I’m able to get on all fours. Just as I’m about to crawl away, though, the werewolf gently licks over my pussy and ass.

I wail quietly, but not because it’s unpleasant.

I wail because I get fucking horny.

This. Is. Not. Possible.

How the fuck is this happening to me?!

This creature is like a fucking rabid, huge, human-dog behind me, but I still get turned on when it licks my ass?! Or should I say, he? I assume he’s a male, though in the dark it’s hard to get confirmation.

I shudder when I feel him settle his full weight onto my back, his front legs next to my arms. He’s positioning himself.

Scared and excited at the same time, I spread my legs a little farther, hoping to ease the entry.

I expect him to just penetrate like no tomorrow, but instead, he gently rubs his penis between my ass cheeks for a moment.

Hell, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t horny as fuck right now. I feel the walls of my pussy contract, firing up with excitement and the need to be filled.

And then, the beast gently bites down on the flesh of my neck, while slowly sinking his dick into my pussy. I hear the squelching noise, turning me on even more.

Every time I think he’s buried to the hilt inside of me, he keeps going— and going. Finally, I feel his soft fur on my ass. I gasp and arch my back a bit, steepening the angle while spreading my knees even more.

The werewolf lets go of my neck. I guess he’s realized that I’m enjoying this, and don’t need to be held in place.

“Don’t…be gentle anymore.” I sigh. As if he’s been waiting for it, he starts thrusting relentlessly.

I struggle to stay on all fours as I’m rammed from behind, every thrust pushing me forward a little.

I moan. I am definitely enjoying this, but I realize that the grunting and growling of the beast is even louder. It turns me on more to hear how into this he is.

But then, as quickly as it started, it finishes. The werewolf comes and I feel him fill me, heat emanating from the semen inside of me.

When he’s done, he gently licks my neck and pulls out, before puffing out a breath and returning to his corner.

I’m left feeling empty; that was hot for sure, but my body is still crying out for my own orgasm, and I’m not sure this beast is thoughtful enough to want to give it to me.

I straighten my spine and start trying to convince my legs to stand up, but when I raise my head, I can see a small red light in the corner, obvious in the otherwise pitch-black room. This…is the same spot where Mehdi pointed out a camera yesterday.

I stand up, wobble to where I think the door is, fumble for the handle, and go outside. Then I push the button beside the door again, and the light returns to the hallway.

I have to shield my eyes against the sudden dazzle after being all-but blind for so long. When my eyes have adjusted a little, I pull down the dress and go to the locker room to change back into my clothes.

But the more I think about this…the angrier I get.

This beast could have killed me. Just one tiny bite, and my head would have parted company with my shoulders. Why were the chains malfunctioning?

With both Sylvan and Mehdi, they remained securely chained to the wall the whole time. If their chains had malfunctioned for whatever reason, they would have only used the advantage to please me even more.

But no, it had to be the monstrous beast with giant teeth.

In a rage, I stomp off to Mr. Sire’s office.

When I enter, he’s sitting with his legs crossed, his hands folded in his lap, apparently waiting for me.

“You have not taken the blood,” he says, and I scoff.

“And you know that how exactly?” I hiss, my hands on my hips.

“Because you did not bring a syringe,” he answers, his typical smile on his lips.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” I yell. At that, he loses his smile, standing up like maybe he’s trying to use his sheer size to intimidate me.

Too bad for him. I’m too angry to be intimidated right now. “I know you’ve been watching. And I know you know what the test subjects have

been doing to me.”

My breath comes fast. Now that I’ve said it out loud, I am a little afraid of what he could do to me. After all, Mehdi said that the other workers disappeared.

Maybe this is why. Maybe they learned something they shouldn’t, talked back to the boss when they should’ve stayed silent.

But I just can’t keep doing this, getting fucked by monsters, secretly enjoying it while I lie to my boss about just taking blood. I have no clue what is happening here, and I think at this point I deserve to know.

I hold my breath. Mr. Sire opens his mouth.

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