The Girl Who Cried Wolf

by Kryss

Lyra looked around the cart nervously. The guards had tied her hands behind her back and tossed her into the dark, closed cart and then pulled the flap back down. Five other beings occupied the cart, each one towering over her. There were wolfen, large bi-ped wolves each heavily muscled and tied to the walls of the moving cart. Each eyed her as warily as she eyed them.

After a few moments of frozen fear, Lyra scooted over to the side of the wagon trying to balance herself against the movement. The wolfen returned to their interrupted conversation, rumbling quietly in their native tongue. Lyra only had on a short cotton shift; it came down to mid-thigh, but had slits in the side up to her waist. The shift was a soft cream color and had a moderate cut scoop neck. Carefully as she scooted, Lyra couldn't help but expose herself to the males' view. Blushing a deep red, she quickly folded her legs to give the greatest amount of cover. The wolfen gave no indication that they had noticed, indeed they gave no notice that Lyra was even in the cart.

The inside of the cart was warm and coupled with the gentle rocking of the cart Lyra slipped into a light doze. As she slept the wolfen studied her. They wondered quietly why the guards wanted her, and what they where going to do with her. To their way of thinking females required more care, even prisoners. That these people tied her and tossed her in with unknown males baffled the wolfen. They did not treat females this way. Their curiosity satisfied as much as the situation would allow, they again turned to their quite conversation: debating how best to get out of this situation.

The cart hit a deep rut in the road, causing all the occupants a hard jar. Lyra was startled away and let out a small cry. The wolfen muttered, uneasy with her cry. A shrill male voice sounded from near the wagon, "Be careful you fool! Those beasts aren't as valuable if they are damaged. And if you cause our little sacrifice some hurt before she is killed you will envy her death!"

A trembling voice answered from slightly ahead of the cart, "I'm truly sorry milord. Twas a big hole and I aimed for the least drop."

The shrill male responded to any one listening, "Such incompetence! How ever does anything get accomplished out in this backwater?"

A slick voice answered, "Why is this woman so valuable milord? I believe her pretty legs would be best spent around the guards. Especially since we have been so diligent in protecting you, milord."

Lyra's eyes grew large with fear as she mentally tallied how many guards she had seen. Her breathing shallowed and became more rapid. She wasn't sure which frightened her more; being sacrificed or being raped by so many men. Her breathing hitched, they would probably rape her and then sacrifice her. She shut her eyes tightly in fear, praying quickly that somehow neither would happen.

"If you or any of your guards touch that woman you will serve in the deepest pits of the temple! Blind, naked, deformed, and gelded!" The shrill voice shrieked. Lyra opened her eyes, thinking somehow her prayers had been answered. But a sick feeling still lingered deep in her belly. After a moment in which deep breathing could be heard the shrill one continued in a calmer voice. "She is a virgin, you idiot. That makes her more valuable than your entire troop of over paid thugs. Her virgin's blood and heart's blood mixed on the alter will surely bring the gods' favor. See to it that none of your men decide to have a little fun. Understand that she will be useless to me if she is spoiled. And even if she becomes spoiled, she will be of no use to you either." Threat hung heavy in the air as the slick voice responded that his men would obey without question. The two walked further from the wagon, and were soon lost to earshot.

Lyra's eyes were wide and unseeing with fear. She gulped air, filled with terror. The wolfen regarded her with pity. And the wagon rolled on.

Late afternoon the troop stopped to prepare for camp. The wagon was stopped and a guard came to fetch Lyra. He gently tugged her to the edge of the wagon, pointedly ignoring his glimpse up her shift. The guard placed her on the ground and cut the bonds on her wrists. He handed her a water skin and allowed her to drink the tepid water. After she had her fill he loosely bound her wrists in front of her and led her away from the wagon.

The guard led her to a little area away from the majority of the troop, there was a blanket and small bed roll on the ground. Lyra felt absolute terror that the guard was about to disobey orders. Her fear was so great that it kept her silent. The guard pointed to the bedroll and then began to speak slowly, as though to a small child. "This is where you will sleep. No one will disturb you. After your bath you will be tethered to a stake that will allow you a little stretch. Now follow me, the priest has decreed that you are to have a bath." During his speech the guard had pointed to the stake, set close to the bedroll. It would allow her a small radius of movement, but Lyra was grateful for even that. As the guard turned he tugged on the rope that bound her, and Lyra turned to follow him.

The guard stopped at a small brook. He indicated that Lyra should bathe, and then dropped her lead. Lyra looked at him in fear and made no move to the water. The guard sighed, "You can do this with me here, or you can anger the priest by not bathing." The calm tone he used didn't indicate the fear he felt at having to report his failure to the priest.

Lyra stared at him a moment longer and then took a step toward him, hands outstretched. "I can't very well bathe with my hands tied." The guard studied her face a moment and then unbound her. He gestured curtly at the water.

Lyra turned and pulled her shift over her head, slowly revealing her backside to the watching guard. Her entire body was flushed a slight pink from embarrassment. The guard licked his lips and reminded himself that he couldn't touch. Lyra bathed as quickly as possible and then shrugged into her shift, pulling at the parts that clung to her wet flesh. She walked towards the guard and held her hands out. He bound her again, finding an excuse to brush against her and to brush his hard on against her. Lyra jumped like a scalded cat and hissed at him, "Keep your attentions to yourself, else I tell the priest."

Gulping in fear the man backed away from Lyra and quickly took her to her bedroll. He tied her to the stake and practically fled. Lyra took small satisfaction from the guards fear. She settled into her bedroll as best she could and draped the blanket around her to help conceal her undress. After a little while a different guard brought her some food and water. He watched her eat and drink and then took the utensils back to the main encampment.

Lyra was now left alone. No one looked at her, or talked to her. She was grateful for the privacy. Curious, she looked around trying to see the wolfen. Lyra didn't see them. But she saw a guard take some food into the wagon. Lyra wondered how they were supposed to eat with their hands tied. Finally she realized there was nothing she could do about it; at least they were being fed. Lyra settled down to sleep, hoping her dreams would be better than her reality.

Lyra woke to a boot in her thigh. "Wake up woman," was growled at her. She sat up, briefly wondering where she was, and then reality crashed around her. She took the food the guard offered her, ate it, and returned the dishes. She didn't complain when he untied her and led her to the cart, nor when he lifted her inside. The flap was dropped back down and Lyra looked at the wolfen. Each sat gingerly, trying to ease strained muscles, and all had matted fur. Lyra felt pity for them, at least she had been allowed out.

The cart began to move, and the day went on much as yesterday had. Only this day was hotter.

Lyra was thirsty, and hot. Around noon, when the heat was getting intolerable, the wagon stopped. Lyra looked at the wolfen, all of whom gazed around nervously. This wasn't normal.

The flap was thrown back, and the bright light temporarily blinded all within. The wolfen growled, Lyra gave a small whimper of pain. A strong hand grabbed her around her upper thigh and began pulling her to the edge of the wagon. Lyra shrieked at the top of her lungs and began kicking, not caring who or what she hit. One foot hit something soft and cool, it went flying over her head into the depths of the wagon. Her other foot connected with flesh. A man cried out with pain, the hand on her thigh released and grabbed her ankle instead. By now Lyra's sight had cleared, a guard was holding her ankle and falling to the ground. His grip on her ankle dragged her from the wagon. With her hands bound Lyra was unable to catch herself and fell heavily to the ground. She let out a grunt as she hit.

The priest came running toward the wagon, shrieking at the top of his lungs. "Desecration! Who dares to harm the sacrifice? I will have his balls made into earrings!" Once to the wagon he surveyed the scene. In a slightly quieter voice he addressed the guard, "Had I know you would find it difficult to give a woman water I would have sent someone else. You will not go unpunished you incompetent fool. You," he pointed to another guard "bring a water skin." The guard scurried off. "Place her back into the wagon and give her the water skin when it returns. Let her handle her own thirst." The priest cast a baleful glare at the waiting guards and turned to go back to his place in the troop.

Two guards carefully picked Lyra up and placed her in the wagon. The other guard returned and tossed the water skin close to her lap. The flap was lowered and the guards called to the wagon driver to begin moving. No one had mentioned the other water skin. Lyra waited a moment, giving the guards time to move from the wagon and then looked at the wolfen. They gazed back at her.

Five pairs of golden eyes unnerved her a bit, but Lyra was determined. "Do you understand me?" she asked quietly. Five heads nodded a quick confirmation. "Where is the other water skin?" One wolfen shifted his feet and shoved the other skin into view. They all watched her warily. "If you will let me, I think I can help you drink." She waited for their reaction.

One of the wolfen nodded. Lyra smiled a little and shifted onto her knees. Carefully she grasped one skin and un-stoppered it. Equally as carefully she would pour a ration of water down a wolfens' open throat. Lyra emptied one skin between three wolfen. She grabbed the other, not noting that her shift was revealing tantalizing glimpses the whole time. Lyra partitioned out the other skin between herself and the other two wolfen. Once done she settled back against the wagon side, hot and tired she settled down to wait out the rest of the day.

The wolfen began to talk quietly amongst themselves again. They wondered why the human had helped them. Finally they decided that the reasons didn't matter, and that they would seek to return the favor.

Lyra was in a partial doze, and she could feel an idea swirling around in her head. She let it be, knowing that time would bring it to the fore of her mind. Lyra started awake with a gasp; her idea would work, but would it be worth it? Her gasp had startled the wolfen, they gazed at her with worry. Protective instincts regarding her had awoken with her act of kindness. They smelled her confusion and fear. Each wondered what had upset her. After she had settled uneasily against the wagon they calmed a bit, watching to see what she would do now.

Furiously Lyra debated her plan within herself. Finally she decided it was the only chance she had and decided to follow through with it. Lyra looked the wolfen over and her gaze settled on the one that seemed to be the leader. "You remember how they intend to sacrifice me?" He nodded. Lyra cast her eyes skyward and sighed. To herself she said, "I can't believe I'm about to ask this." She met the golden gaze, "Would you make me unsuitable for the sacrifice?"

Silence met her question. The golden eyes widened with surprise. Whatever he had expected her to say, it wasn't this. The leader studied her, noting her curves and contours. Softly he asked her, "Are you sure you want this?" He could smell her fear and uncertainty.

Lyra took a deep breath to strengthen her resolve, looked him in the eye and simply said, "Yes." The fear smell lessened as did the confusion, instead a slight hint of musk wafted through the wagon.

Again, the golden eyes studied her. "Very well. All fours, in front of me. Be prepared to take a little of my weight. I swear I will try not to hurt you."

Eyes wide, Lyra held her place for a moment. With a small shake she seemed to wake herself. Trembling she crawled over to the wolfen, turned around and positioned herself. Her shift barely covered her, and the wolfen paused a moment to appreciate the delectable view. Gently he grasped the flap of Lyra's shift with his teeth and flipped it up onto her back. Lyra shut her eyes, hoping to lose the sense of where she was. The other four wolfen watched intently as their leader positioned his muzzle close to Lyra's nether lips.

Gently but firmly the wolfen licked Lyra's entire length. She gasped and her eyes flew open. Strange sensations emanated from between her legs. The wolfen gave a small growl of approval at her taste. He intended to give her as much pleasure as he could given the circumstances, trying to return the gratitude he felt for the water. The wolfen's tongue snaked out again, gently licking the edges of her outer lips. Lyra drew a shuddering breath, and unconsciously arched her back a bit.

Noting the arched back the wolfen increased the pressure of his tongue and began to flick the tip past her lips. Lyra's breathing was ragged and she tried to comprehend the unusual sensations her body was generating. The long tongue ceased flicking her folds and plunged once deep within her. Lyra moaned. He resumed flicking. Every once in a while he paused to plunge his tongue deep within Lyra. Her nipples were rock hard and with every plunge she let out a little moan.

The smell of female musk was heavy within the wagon. The other four wolfen shifted and intently watched the scene unfolding before them.

Earlier he had been working with very little juice, now she flowed copiously. The occasional moans Lyra let out worried him a bit, they couldn't afford her to get too loud. Gently he nipped her ass; she gasped and shot her head up. "Quiet little one, lest we get caught." Mutely she nodded and lowered herself to her elbows, ass sticking in the air. Lyra muffled her face between her bound arms. She spread her legs apart some more; both for balance and for easier access. The wolfen growled in appreciation.

He shifted, his erection pulsing between his legs. His own breathing was a little ragged, but he was going to give this woman some pleasure.

Now his tongue plunged just past her outer folds, but not to her depths. He returned to flicking her outer lips and plunging to her depths. On one such plunge he didn't immediately remove his tongue. He held it still within her, letting Lyra get used to having something inside.

She growled softly with frustration and tried to move back onto his tongue. He moved with her, not letting her satisfy herself. Finally, she stilled and he in turn flexed his tongue. Another moan. Another flex. Another moan. He withdrew his tongue and returned to flicking it just past her outer folds.

He plunged deep again, and Lyra gave a muffled cry into her arms. Her muscles were tight and her juices were fast flowing. He flicked her previously ignored clit. Muscles in her back spasmed, she muffled another cry. Gently he wrapped sharp teeth around the sensitive nub and tugged. Lyra came with a muffled scream. Her muscles went taunt, her back arched, and her legs wobbled.

Lyra was gulping air, vainly trying to regain control of her body. Never had she felt anything like that. And she wanted more. He let her gain a bit of breath back. "Turn around," he ordered. Lyra obeyed. He was on his knees and Lyra started when she saw his large pink member peeking from beneath his loin cloth.

"Dry I will cause you pain. Slick will not hurt as much." He paused to watch her reaction. She nodded, gaze focused on his pink member. "Use your mouth." Again she nodded and crawled forward.

Slowly Lyra moved her head close to his member and cautiously licked it. He inhaled sharply. Encouraged Lyra gave a longer lick around the head. Salty, but not bad, Lyra decided. Lyra gently took the head within her mouth and began to bob her head a little. He growled deep within his chest. Lyra smiled around the cock in her mouth and took more of his length. Her tongue began to curl and play along the shaft. She backed off and held just the head in her mouth. Lyra began sucking, gently at first and then a bit harder. The wolfens' breathing was ragged, and he held back a howl of pleasure. Lyra returned to playing with her tongue around the head and was rewarded with a drop of precum. She eagerly lapped it up and sucked gently on the head, hoping for more. He gasped, "Enough little one, more and I'll not be able to finish you."

Lyra growled a little, wanting to finish what she was doing. Finally what he said penetrated her consciousness and she released the cock with an audible pop. Quickly she turned around, presenting her ass. She was wet and eager for what was coming. He had nearly spent himself in her mouth when she growled, will power had kept him from it. Now he was going to finish this. "Brace yourself for my weight little one." Lyra lowered herself to her forearms, and wiggled her ass.

He rose to his knees, legs wide to brace against the moving cart and instructed her to back up. Eagerly she did. Once she was close enough the wolfen moved to rest his stomach on her ass, he placed the tip of his member against Lyra's moist opening. Slowly he began to move, pistoning his hips. Lyra moaned and arched her hips. Even as wet as she was and with him being lubed, she was still tight. Slowly he gained, sinking deeper with each thrust. Instinct took over and Lyra began moving back to meet his thrusts. The wolfen was larger than a human, and much wider. Lyra didn't know that she shouldn't be able to take all of him.

He could take it no longer, with a deep growl he thrust to her depths. Lyra muffled a scream into her arms as she felt herself tear. She sobbed a little, feeling only the pain. He had the presence to hold still, letting her adjust. He heard her sob and worried that he had truly hurt her. Time passed and her sobs tapered off. He began to move, slowly at first. The pain began to mix with pleasure. By the time he began to pick up the pace Lyra was again moving with him. They both lost themselves, letting instincts tell their bodies what to do. Furry flesh slapped against pale. Ever the pace quickened. Lyra's muscles began to tighten, another climax was building. She rode the building waves and finally could stand no more, her entire body spasmed. She bucked beneath the wolfen. Her climax sent him into his own; he shot his hot seed deep within her tunnel. Somehow they both kept from roaring their satisfaction.

Reflexively he kept thrusting until he was spent. He leaned against her, catching his breath. After a moment he withdrew from her, with a small lick to one ass cheek. He looked at her nether lips; they were puffy, red with her virgin's blood and leaked his seed. "Little one, you need to be cleaned up. As do I." He said as he looked at his member. "Return to your place by the wall and let Tawn see to you. He'll not harm you."

Lyra didn't move immediately after the wolfen did. Finally she raised her head and looked around. The words sunk in and she moved stiffly. She laid on her back and spread her legs for Tawn to clean her. Eagerly he bent to his task, yet careful of her sensitive flesh. The lead wolfen turned to a younger wolfen on his side and nodded. The younger bent his head to gently cleanse his leaders' member. He tasted blood, jism, and the woman. He hoped that he would eventually get a chance to taste her directly.

Under Tawn's careful tongue Lyra came quietly again, but by the time he was finished only puffed flesh indicated anything had happened. Slowly Lyra scooted to the side of the wagon and within a few minutes was asleep. After he was clean the lead wolfen leaned against the wagon side and also dropped off to sleep. The other four were left to amuse themselves, they did so careful not to make too much noise.

Late afternoon repeated the same routine as before. A guard came to fetch Lyra from the wagon. He took her to a stream where she carefully washed, making certain no evidence remained of what she had been doing today. After her bath she was fed and tethered close to her bedroll. Since no one had raised a cry she assumed her deception hadn't been noticed.

The next morning the priest came to check on his little sacrifice as she was being placed into the wagon. He stopped five feet away from her and his face began to turn purple. He began screeching, "Who had dared! She is spoiled! Arnoch, which one of your worthless maggots has dared to touch her!?! The gods curse him with impotence! How could you have let this happen?"

Slick voice, Arnoch, hurried towards the priest. Fear showed in his eyes, he knew punishment would be severe for this. "Milord, if you will but calm down we can discover the culprit for this abominable crime." He spoke softly, hoping it would work.

"Calm. Calm! I am calm!" the priest screamed. "Put her in the wagon, we will sell her at the slave market with the rest. And gather your men; we are going to find out who did this." The last was hissed at Arnoch.

Arnoch paled at seeing the priest's face. He gestured to the guards around Lyra, "Put her in and gather the troop. Pass word that the one responsible with get a swift death if he confesses." Arnoch walked away.

The guards tossed Lyra into the wagon and lowered the flap. Lyra slowly gathered herself up and crouched near the flap, listening. Once the guards had walked away she turned to the wolfen with a smile. They were tense, anticipating harm from the angered troops and priest.

Lyra began shifting her hands and dropped part of a knife blade from the tangle of rope. Again, she looked at the wolfen and smiled. "Want to try to escape?"

They just gawked at her. Finally the lead wolfen spoke, "Where did you get that?" Shock heavy in his tone.

"Last night. Before my bath I saw two guards throwing knives at a tree. One missed and hit a nearby rock. The knife broke and he got the haft, but not this piece. On the way to the stream I saw where it was, on the way back I stumbled and picked it up. They only untie me to bathe. So, again, do you want to try to escape?"

"We will not try. We will succeed." He responded in a calm, sure voice. Lyra grinned and moved to cut his bonds. It took time to get through the rope with such a small blade, especially with no handle. Finally he was free. He loosed Lyra and they both turned to free others. All were loose and they gathered near the sides of the wagon, listening for the guards. They heard nothing.

One of the smaller wolfen eased cautiously out of the wagon. He surveyed the surroundings and motioned the others out of the wagon. They climbed out and helped Lyra down. They quickly darted into some cover and plunged deeper into the woods. They reached a thicket and paused to orient themselves and plan.

"We have to get away from here Talyn." Tawn said to the leader.

"I know." Talyn turned to Lyra, "How fast can you run?"

"Not as fast as you can. But I'll do my best." She replied in a determined tone.

"I'll carry you. I don't think you'll be able to keep up otherwise. Tawn, help her onto my back." Tawn picked Lyra up by the waist so that she could wrap her arms around Talyn's neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, exposing her ass to view. Four wolfen growled in appreciation of the view. Lyra blushed and buried her face in Talyn's deep fur.

Each wolfen walked up to the pale bare ass and gave it a light slap before turning and jogging into the trees. Talyn chuckled, tucked his arms behind him and cupped his hands under said ass. He took off at a jog, bouncing Lyra on his palms.

To Be Continued...