No! Please, no more! Please!

"No! Please, no more! Please!" you cry, but your screams are muffled by the laundry and the werewolf doesn't seem to notice or care. If anything it proceeds with its savage ravaging of your young body with even greater ferocity, stretching you to your absolute limit with its oversized pole as it slams it into your tender flesh over and over.

Despite the pain and humiliation your body keeps betraying you with one quaking orgasm after another. Soon you are nothing but a shivering, quivering wreck of a girl buried under a mountain of furry beast, and there seems to be no sign of an end to this. The monster's stamina is inexhaustible!

You have long since stopped being able to scream for help, screaming in pain and exstacy and all the shameful crying has broken your voice. The werewolf has consequently released your head and is holding you up by your waist, almost using you as a masturbation tool by pulling you back and forth on its oversized genitals, your head and arms swinging limply in time with every thrust.

You caught a glimpse of it once and you could swear his cock was the size of your forearm but much thicker, of course. You have kept your eyes firmly shut since then, hoping that this will all turn out to be a very bad dream. You drool a little as another orgasm ripples through your body, and are surprised that the werewolf finally stops having its way with you, at least temporarily.

You haven't noticed if it had finished. Frankly you don't think you can feel your legs anymore, let alone your abused pussy, so it's possible although it seems unlikely. The creature makes a low growling noise which you can't quite interpret, until it gets a reply from further behind you, underneath your bed. Then you remember...