6 Wild Beasts

The deer man gave way to the bear man, who, without further ado, took the warm, sperm-oozing spot. His massive hands, covered in dark fur, seized Phoebe's hips with calculated brutality, his claws—or were they just incredibly long nails?—scratching at her already scarred skin.

The **** of the penetrations summed up this ****. Phoebe was tossed about by the assaults of this brute who deserved her bear mask. She felt as if she had fallen into the clutches of a bear. Even her sex begged for mercy, but this man showed no mercy, ravaging it with thrusts.

Phoebe was like a cloth doll, and yet she was beginning to love it, as if her body was adapting to her partner's physiology and ****.

The bear-man growled, his animal mouth exhaling hot breath against Phoebe's dripping neck. His thrusts took on a jerky, bestial rhythm, each plunge of his thick member drawing a hoarse moan from the novice, somewhere between pain and ecstasy. The stone beneath her was now warm with their mingled sweat, the leather of the restraints rubbing cruelly against her burning wrists.

Phoebe didn't know how long she was tormented by this brute, but it seemed like an eternity. She trembled under the impact of the assaults of the beast's penis, because no man could do that to a woman. The bear-man, with a final hoarse growl, buried himself to the hilt, his hairy belly pressed against Phoebe's bruised curves. A hot jet flooded her insides, each pulse of his bestial member drawing a shuddering gasp from her. His claw-like fingers anchored themselves in her hips, mercilessly holding her against him as he emptied himself inside her with animalistic pleasure.

Phoebe could barely comprehend what had just happened when the bear withdrew to make way for the wolf, who sniffed Phoebe for a long time, and suddenly sodomized her, dilating Phoebe's anus to the ****, and she screamed in harmony with the other officiants who were suffering the same outrage.

The pain was a white flash, a tear so sharp that she thought her body would split in two. The wolf, muscular and ferocious, gave her no respite. The wolf penetrated her as if he were on a gallop. The rhythm was infernal, and Phoebe was dislocated by it. The stone felt like a soft pillow compared to her lover's brutality.

The wolf panted against the back of her neck, his fangs grazing Phoebe's damp skin with each brutal thrust. His hands with sharp nails pinned her to the stone, preventing her from fleeing, just as much as the chains on Phoebe's wrists did, the **** of his member plowing into her insides with methodical savagery. A hoarse growl tore at her ears as he pushed deeper, as if trying to mark his territory in her flesh.

Phoebe felt her stomach twist under the blows, her cries breaking into hoarse sobs. She could no longer see the man in what was brutalizing her; it was a filthy beast that was tormenting her, and yet she felt his sex wet; his body betrayed her.

Phoebe felt her stomach twist under the blows, her screams breaking into hoarse sobs. She could no longer see the man in what was brutalizing her; it was a filthy beast that was tormenting her—and yet she felt her sex wet; his body betrayed her.

The wolf growled, his sweat-drenched flanks pressing against her bruised back, each thrust forcing a groan from Phoebe's throat. Phoebe had little taste for sodomy, but she had never been tormented like this, especially since the wolf, with his shifting position of his sex in her sphincter, spared her no brutality.

The wolf-man quickened his pace, his hips slamming against Phoebe's already reddened buttocks with metronomic regularity. His member, hot and stiff, plowed into her anus with each thrust, seeming to widen further with his mounting pleasure. The predator's saliva dripped down her neck, mingled with sweat and tears, while his fangs grazed her skin in a parody of a caress.

Betrayed by her body, Phoebe orgasmed when the beast came inside her. Was it out of relief or because she truly enjoyed this degradation? She couldn't think about it anymore as the more conventional but more vicious fox penetrated her vagina, taking the opportunity to insert his hand into her anus as the wolf silently moved away.

This double penetration provoked a concert of screams of agony from the sisters who did not expect this torment which continued while the first glimmers of dawn were born in curls of mist.

Phoebe begged in vain; instead, the fox became more cruel with each plea, his slender fingers probing her anus in time with her thrusts, each movement a calculated ****. His muffled laughter resonated beneath the fox mask, a wet vibration against Phoebe's ear as he arched his back to push deeper, his member twisting like a weapon. The fox's free hand gripped her throat, not to strangle, but to feel the vibrations of her cries shatter against his palm.

The fox quickened his pace, his fingers torturing Phoebe's already violated anus while his cock drilled into her with sadistic precision. Each thrust **** a muffled cry from the novice, her throat squeezed by her tormentor's gloved hand. The pain had become a burning wave, a liquid fire that spread through her belly with each vicious movement of the fox.

Her lips trembled, saliva and tears dripping onto the stone worn by centuries of such outrages. Phoebe belched like a dying animal, a doe driven to its utmost by merciless predators. The fox-man reveled in Phoebe's screams, but above all in the feeling of his victim wetting herself like mad, betraying the pleasure she felt in enduring these outrages.

The fox, sensing Phoebe on the verge of another shameful orgasm, suddenly slowed his movements, prolonging his **** with calculated cruelty. His fingers sank deeper into her bruised anus, rotating slowly like a drill, while his penis withdrew almost completely before piercing her again with a sharp thrust. Phoebe screamed, her arched body struggling futilely against the bonds that sealed her wrists to the cold stone.

Finally, he came inside her with a cry of victory, but left her frustrated by depriving her of her orgasm. Phoebe didn't have time to recover as the boar that deserved his mask penetrated her almost as if charging her with his penis.

The boar growled like the beast he was imitating, his massive member pushing Phoebe's already tortured flesh apart with a brutality that drew a hoarse cry from the novice. His calloused hands held her against the slab, his nails digging red furrows into her hips as he took her doggy-style, each thrust a battering ram.

This time, despite his lustful sexuality, the boar managed to awaken pleasure in Phoebe's body. It was almost a delight after what she had been through, but that was it. The rest was savage, as she had never felt so filthy, as his behavior ironically earned him the designation of "filthy Pig."

The boar panted, his sweat dripping down Phoebe's back as he pinned her to the stone with brutal piston movements. His grunt suddenly became muffled as his fingers dug into the bruised flesh of the novice's buttocks, spreading her swollen anus wider to better penetrate. Phoebe felt her stomach heave under the ****, each penetration compressing her organs as he began to strangle her, allowing only a trickle of air to pass through. She began to suffocate, but strangely this multiplied her impulses and sensations.

The boar tightened its grip around Phoebe's throat, his fingers marking her pale flesh with purplish streaks while her belly trickled with sweat against his back. A hoarse groan escaped him when he felt Phoebe's muscles contract madly around his member, as if her pleading body was trying to hold back this monstrous invasion.

With a brutal thrust, he shoved his penis to the hilt into the novice's bleeding anus, crushing her internal organs under the weight of his assaults. Phoebe, frustrated by the fox, could no longer hold back a nameless orgasm amplified by asphyxiation; now her anus and penis could bring her **** pleasure.

Satisfied, the boar released Phoebe's neck and resumed plowing her, his massive hips slapping against her bruised buttocks, each impact making her raw flesh vibrate. Pain and pleasure mingled in an unbearable whirlwind, and Phoebe felt her stomach tighten under the repeated assaults, her sex dripping despite herself as the boar emptied himself into her rectum.

The morning saw the last one present himself, the badger man penetrated her sex slowly with a sex calibrated like never before Phoebe did not know if she could survive such an extraordinary penetration after what she had already undergone, but her body seemed to say excited like never before "oh but yes again"

The badger's member sank in with calculated slowness, every millimeter of flesh dilated by this excessive intrusion drawing a strangled moan from Phoebe. His trembling hands clawed at the icy stone as he moved relentlessly forward, the burning sensation of the stretching mingling with obscene pleasure. A hoarse laugh escaped the wooden mask as his hips finally pressed against her swollen buttocks, his monstrous cock lodged deep within her womb.

He moved in and out of her so slowly, savoring every cry he provoked from Phoebe, a mixture of pain and **** pleasure. This last beastman knew how to drain the last of Phoebe's strength. She couldn't take it anymore and wanted it to stop, but he took a malicious pleasure in making it last.

The badger let out a satisfied grunt as he felt Phoebe's muscles spasmodically contract around his member, like a final resistance overcome. His fingers dug into the damp flesh of her hips, digging purple indentations as he began a deliberately slow thrust, each near-complete withdrawal making Phoebe moan with a sensation close to being torn apart.

How could a man last so long without coming? She felt as if his assaults had been going on for hours without him agreeing to end this hellish, bestial night. The same moans rose from the other sisters, who could no longer bear this endless torment.

The badger slowed his pace even further, to the point of near-complete immobility, leaving only the torturous vibration of his throbbing member inside her. A trickle of saliva slipped from the wooden mask as he leaned down to bite Phoebe's shoulder, his teeth digging crescent-shaped bruises.

"You cry like a deer..." His raspy voice flowed into her ear between two animalistic gasps, "...and yet your belly heaves to take me deeper."

He was right, she had a final orgasm; it was only then that he consented to come inside her. He untied her hands, freeing her as he and his companions disappeared into the forest, leaving the sisters panting.