It's a full moon.

You're running through the forest. It's a clear night and the moon hangs low. Silver shafts penetrate the canopy, lighting the way between the twisting trees. The underbrush scratches your ankles and knees as you press through the bush as quickly as you can. You hear Molly's voice in the distance.

"Quinton! Help me!" She is crying out to you. "Where are you? Please! I'm afraid!" You quicken your already frantic pace, tripping over roots and shrubs, as the trees grow thicker along your path. You run for what feels like hours, until your legs burn but strangely you feel as if you could continue on forever, until you'd rescued her, the love of your life, her constant cries urging you onward.

Finally you approach a clearing. Inside you see her, emerald green eyes wide in terror. She is tied naked to a post in the center of some sort of ritual circle. Around the post at equal intervals sit four massive stone monoliths that stretch to the height of the trees, their impossibly smooth faces shine in the moonlight. An iron bar is attached to shackles around her ankles forcing her legs apart. Her wrists are tied together with a rope leading up the post to a metal ring near the top, while around her neck there is another shackle chained to another ring near the bottom. The combination of these forces her into an extremely **** position. She is bent at the waist, the short chain leading to her neck pulled tight as the rope securing her hands pulls her in the opposite direction, stretching her shoulders in a cruel and unnatural looking way. The pale skin of her petite but well shaped bottom seems to shine as her bonds **** her to stick it out and up to the starry sky, the spreader bar forcing her to fully expose her most intimate area. Her smooth pussy looks delicious as it glistens in the gloom of the moonlit clearing.

"Quinton! Help me!" She catches sight of you and cries out, but as she does you find yourself sinking into the mud at the edge of the clearing. The ground beneath you sucking you in rapidly. In a few seconds you're almost knee deep in the muck. You fall forward and your hands are sucked in as well. The ground holds you like that, bent over on all fours. You can only look on as Molly's wails of terror reach a fever pitch.

The moon seems to glow brighter in the sky above you. The implacable monoliths that stand around the circle begin to glow the same emerald green of Molly's eyes. The glow increases in intensity until the stones shine into the clearing, bathing it in an eldritch green glow. Over the wretched sound of Molly's screams you hear another sound in the distance. A long howl like a wolf. You feel the ground begin to rumble beneath you. The intensity increases steadily as if something huge approaches. You hear another howl, louder now, much closer as the wind begins to pick up unnatural speed, blowing leaves and debris around the clearing. Your eyes widen in horror as you see it clear the treeline, the monstrous thing that shook the ground as it approached.

It has the legs, chest, and arms of a man but to an **** proportion, standing well over eight feet tall. Its body is covered in rippling muscles that flex visibly beneath its skin which is pale but covered in layers of matted hair, filth, and muck. Its posture is bent forward in a menacing, predatory stance with its massive arms spread wide at its sides, giving it a tyrannical air. Upon its broad shoulders sits a the head of a white wolf which snarls and barks as its yellow eyes dart about the clearing. As they come to rest on the helpless form of Molly, the creature howls once more. It chills your heart as the horrible sound of its maddening wail becomes the only thing you can hear. You look to Molly whose eyes are closed, her little mouth agape in a silent scream.

The creature moves toward her, snarling, drolling, and panting its way through the circle. The green light of the monoliths is reflected by its eyes making them shine an evil green at the center. You can only look on in despair as you see the massive cock that hangs between its monstrous thighs begin to harden. Reaching its full length, it is over a foot long and at least four inches thick. Its filthy hands seize Molly's screaming form about the waist, with claw like nails biting into her innocent flesh. Without hesitation or mercy it bends forward and rams its massive rod inside her, slamming its groin against her round ass. Molly opens her mouth to let out a scream but all that comes out is the annoying chirp of the alarm on your phone.