Eyes of the Serpent

"Run her through the serum." a lone male voice spoke from behind them. It was deep and rich, like a well oiled machine it purred. The strength and power within the sound of the voice spoke to its power and fear which it inspired simply by hearing it. A strong, thick, upper-crust-like British accent carried the words to their ears, and it almost made Josie melt. Her eyes were the first of the three pairs that found the owner of the voice, and her breath caught within her throat at the sight of him. His eyes were pitch black; the sort of black you would see if the stars and sun ceased to exist. Not a whisper of warmth or life were present in them; just cold and calculating indifference. His fur was the same; darkest black that matched the tone of his eyes, and made the lab wolf\'s fur look pale, washed out, and graying. It shone in the light, and looked prime-kept, like it was washed and brushed every day. His figure was huge; built like a keg of moonshine, and just as powerful. He was at least twelve feet tall, and likely weighed over six hundred pounds; even that must have been a conservative guess. He stood before them, arms crossed over his chest. The steel door hadn\'t opened or closed; at least not audibly like it had before. A cold stab struck Josie\'s heart as Remmy and the Lab Wolf lowered their heads and bowed at the large male; he must have been the Alpha.



"Yes sir, right away sir!" the Lab Wolf responded, scurrying as fast as he could towards a lab table by the wall.



"Sir, with all due respect, is an untested serum really worth the risk? If we lose her--" Remmy began, his heart thudding away in his chest. He was being far more gentle than he usually would be - she knew he was totally opposed to this whole change she wanted to undertake.



"SILENCE, child..." the big black wolf interrupted, and stepped closer to Josie. Remmy jumped slightly, and stepped back, away from the large wolf. She felt his eyes probing over her flesh, analyzing her body as he stood mere feet from the glass cage that ensnared her. His eyes whirred with calculations, and seemed to settle on her neck. "What do they call you?" he spoke, more in an expectant sentence than a question. She felt it prudent to answer him without hesitation.



"Josie. What about you?" a dark look overtook the wolf, and a meek voice from the Lab Wolf spoke out.



"We haven\'t gone over protocol, sir. She\'s only been here a few minutes..."



"Silence, Healfang. I didn\'t ask you. Get back to the serum." he addressed, then flicked his entrancing gaze back to Josie. "I am he they do not call anything else except \'Sir\'. I am the one, the only, the alpha, the omega, the GOD of these wolves. I will be your mother, father, sister, brother, and LORD of all you do. I grant you permission to talk, see, breath, or even PEE. You obey me like you obey your stomach, like your instincts, like your lungs. I am your everything. You do not question me or talk back to me. You do not do anything I did not tell you to do. This is your first and last warning. You do as I say when I say it and you give me one hundred and twenty percent. Do you understand me, GIRL?"



"Yes Sir." was all Josie really dared to say. Something told her she would learn to hate this wolf.



"Good. Now, if you survive the serum, then you will be given your tasks as a member of the pack. I will watch you, and after a week, you will be given your designation. During that time, you will belong only to me, and will be at my mercy. You will not see the wolf that brought you in for a good while; but you will see him again. Lightfoot, begone. To the meeting room with you."



Remmy bit his tongue, and with a faint growl, whirled on his feet and went for the door. Josie\'s heart bounded in her chest as she placed her hand on the glass wall, as Remmy stole one last hurt, angry, saddened glance at Josie. He should have marked her, he thought, as he closed his eyes and exited the room. "Do not fear, squirrel..." the British voice broke her attention away from the door. "If you live, you will see your captor again. Healfang on with it."



The lighter black scrawny wolf in his lab coat slid across the room and entered her cell, and gave her an apologetic glance.



"We haven\'t tested this yet. You\'ll be the guinea pig, it seems. There is a greater chance that it will kill you before anything happens, and we won\'t know how this will work, so all I can tell you is...well, good luck..." Josie squished her eyes shut, and winced as the needle pierced her skin. She waited and waited to feel something - anything - but nothing came. After a moment, she peered open a lone eye, and stared out. They were both staring at her expectantly, and she peered back, glancing between the two of them.



"...Nothing." resigned the lab wolf. Sir snarled, and shook his head.



"Lightfoot brought in his unmarked fuck-bitch, and she is immune?! I will teach him why you do not bring us immune fuck-bitches. COME WITH ME, GIRL." he snapped, tensing his muscles. Josie screamed in fear of him, and pressed herself as far back in the glass cage as she could. "I\'m not going to kill you, stupid human!" he barked, forcing open the door manually. His massive paw grasped her arm and yanked her along. Josie fought him as best she could, digging her heels in, and pulling back on her arm. This only seemed to annoy Sir, and in one fell movement, Josie found herself strung over the shoulder of the great beast, legs held stationary and tight against his chest. She began to scream and flail as he carted her through the door, and her small fists struck the furry back of Sir. He hardly reacted to it, and marched along the dirt hallway of the den, wolves parting and bowing to let him through. She could hear his low growl through her screams, though only just.



After a moment, she found herself flying through the air, and landed hard on a softer mound the ground. Before she could even start to scramble up, he was upon her. She screamed at the top of her lungs in terror, wishing that Remmy would come save her. She screamed louder, knowing he couldn\'t. She fought him, but he had her easily pinned, totally immobile. Both her arms were pinned above her head with half of one of his hands, and her legs were held down by his knees, which almost had her legs hyper extended by resting on the inside of her own. He growled angrily at her, and clawed at her. She squirmed hard, imagining her stomach and guts spilling from her figure, but the stinging pain never came. Her voice was growing raw, and Sir stayed there, staring at her. For a long moment, she still screamed, but soon realized nothing was happening. Her voice calmed, but the look of terror still laid on her face.



"W-why are you not killing me?" she asked, as collectedly as she could handle.



"I already TOLD YOU, I\'m not going to kill you..." he answered, the aggressive tone washed out completely. Whatever tone it was, Josie couldn\'t place; and that scared her even more.



"Wh-what are you--" she begun, but quickly found herself flipped over upon the mount of dirt under her. She received a face full of dirt, which made her tip her head as far as she could, her cheek then resting on the pile instead of her mouth. She coughed slightly, then froze as she felt a soft draft over her frame. Her eyes flashed about, and fell on a pile of tattered clothing. A sickening realization struck Josie, and the weight pressing on her answered her fear. He WASN\'T going to kill her. No, a much different intent he had for her. Realizing this, she began to scream again, and tried to wiggle away - only to find she could not move. Without a second\'s notice, a sudden presence slammed into her sex, followed by a sharp sting that caught her scream in her throat - he had thrust himself inside her dry, unprepared pussy. She winced and waited for the pain that would follow, holding her breath. It did not come. His hips were pressed against her, and his monstrous cock pulsed inside her, but no movements came. His hot breath fell upon her neck, and finally, her eyes opened again. Was he conscious? She tipped her head as far as she could, and caught an awkward sideways glance at him. He stared down at her, and began to wiggle his hips a little. The tip of his cock pressed against her limits and teased her core, and despite her terror, horror, and disgust, it felt good.



"Remmy..." she whispered, begging silently for his help as she fought her own body.



"He won\'t come for you, fuck-bitch..." Sir mumbled. She knew he was right. "Might as well enjoy yourself. Although I do enjoy your screaming - makes me so much more aggressive when I fuck a fuck-bitch. Makes me want to take her over and over again, make her scream over and over again. The thought of it drives me WILD..." he begun, his wiggling becoming more and more quick as he talked himself into a steely hard-on that swelled within her. She wasn\'t getting away any time soon, Josie told herself, as she finally broke in the realization of it. This brute was going to have her no matter what she did; then maybe he would let her go if she just let it happen. She shut her eyes again, and relaxed herself, bringing Remmy\'s human image into her mind from the other night. If she thought about him, this wouldn\'t feel so wrong, so dirty, so evil. She became that much wetter thinking about Remmy\'s cock inside her, and bit her lip as Sir began to slowly thrust inside her. Remmy, she focused. REMMY was behind her, REMMY\'s cock was inside her, she coached her mind. After a moment, Sir growled, and let go of her hands. His paws moved to her hips, and pulled her into a dog position. He growled once more, and picked up the speed of his thrusts until it made her bounce against his hips. He felt so huge, so thick, that it barely fit within her. Remmy, she thought again, the image of him fading away slightly as her body whirred from the intense feeling of the massive cock slamming inside her.



She felt claws press in slightly against her flesh, and the cock speed up once more, ramming hard against her limits so that it cast a crackling of pleasure along her nerves. She could no longer keep her upper half upright, and resigned her torso to the dirt mount below her. Sir smirked, knowing full well the little pussy that grasped against his cock, pulling and forcing it with it\'s tight passage, was getting oh so close to it\'s prize. He gave her everything he had, all the speed and force he could muster without severely damaging the girl, and mercilessly drove into her. It was maddening, the paradox she felt now. She knew it felt nothing like Remmy, but yet, she had to keep clinging to the idea that it was him fucking her senseless, not the large Wolf she had only just met moments ago. But she could keep the facade no longer, and a faint, resigned moan fell from her lips.



The ego within Sir\'s eyes swelled tenfold; he made Lightfoot\'s fuck-bitch moan for him. And now, he noted, she would cum for him. He ground against her as hard as he could with his thrusts, and sneered as he heard her moan again. Then, the already impossibly tight human pussy tightened even more, and the bitch\'s body shook with orgasm as he slammed in to her. Most males would release into her at this moment; but oh no, he wasn\'t done with her yet. Not by a long shot. She would be sore when he was done; too sore to walk, move, or stand. He kept up his intense pace ramming inside of her, almost as quick as one thrust per quarter second. Her shivers slowed, but he did not. Her moans grew deeper as her sensitivity rose post orgasm, and Sir grinned in the knowledge that she was groaning in full knowledge it wasn\'t her precious fuck-wolf doing it to her.



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It was dark; most of the torches had been blown out. Josie didn\'t much like the dark, but she was far too sore to get up and do anything about it. She lay on the floor on the mound of dirt where he had left her not more than ten minutes ago, the four times of his orgasms spilling out of her pussy onto the earthen floor. She had admittedly stopped thinking about Remmy halfway into her own first orgasm, and her mind had gone blank in the moment of carnal fulfillment. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to have been so thoroughly fucked by anything, never mind a werewolf. Six orgasms in a row she\'d had; and now, after the two hours of screaming out in pleasure, shaking in a bubbling mass of pleasure, and feeling his own orgasms strike her sex four times, she now felt horrible. She felt like a whore, like some dirty wench on the floor of some sex club. Even the wound on her neck from when he had bitten her stung like some brand one gave cattle. It wasn\'t like she was given much of a choice, but even so, she could have fought, she could have screamed until one of the other wolves came, and saved her.



Josie\'s eyes remained glued to the ceiling above her, analyzing the details of it in the pale light. He\'d locked her in here; closed the glass door behind him, and the last thing he\'d said to her was \'You belong to me, now.\' She still had no idea what precisely he meant by that. Obviously, he intended to keep her here in the Den; but what exactly he had intended for her, wasn\'t clear. She sighed, and sat herself up. Something then dawned on her as she looked around. It wasn\'t just SOME of the torches that had been blown out - it was ALL of them. She stood immediately, and walked painfully to the glass door that bound her in. Sure enough, as she looked up and down the hall, NONE of the torches were lit. But, she could see just as clearly as if a few of them were. She didn\'t understand. She couldn\'t see in the dark! She shook her head - maybe there was simply some ambient lighting she hadn\'t noticed. That had to be the answer. Maybe in the morning, she would get her answer.



Naked and cold, she curled back up on the mound of dirt upon which she\'d been so completely ravaged, and let out a deep sigh. Remmy would be furious with her once he learned what she had done. A tear glistened on the corner of her eye as she let sleep overtake her. It seemed she wasn\'t terribly observant in her sorrows; her arms had become longer, as had her legs; and her hair wasn\'t in her eyes any more. She didn\'t even notice that she could hear breathing from all directions around her as she fell asleep; nor did she notice the indent in the dirt below her, or the fact that the doorway hadn\'t looked quite as massive as it did before. Now, as she slept, she most definitely didn\'t notice the fur appearing on her flesh, or the pointed ears that were morphing from her original human ones. Josie was asleep, and in the mean time, her body was changing...