>> Zara's Execution <<

Zara was innocent, her only crime was one of refusing Governor Manor's sexual advances, but in his eyes that was a capital crime, just short of treason. The execution draws had been rigged and now Zara was about to die for not wanting to fuck the fat, sweaty man with the short dick who had a reputation for beating women when he failed to perform.

Amid the first snowstorm of winter, Zara had been dragged to the hanging tree just outside the town walls, stripped naked and flogged with a lead tipped scourge that had opened several small cuts across her back, thighs and belly. Her wonderfully thick bush had been sc****d away with a blunt razor, causing more small cuts above her thick, meaty cunt lips that hung down from her pussy. The man who had shaved her had taken the opportunity to grab and pinch at her protruding clit and pussy lips, stretching them to their painful limits and then twisting them hard, causing her to wince. Unfortunately, the rough treatment had also caused her pussy to become highly excited. It began to gape, lips spreading like an opening flower, long strings of thick, creamy juice dripping from her cunt to pool on the ground between her feet and many of the men watching made crude comments which Zara tried to ignore.

Her arms were dragged painfully behind her back, roped together above the elbow and her wrists tied to a rope around her waist, a position which thrust her tits with their big nipples upwards and outwards. The governor himself took great delight in wrapping loops of rope tight around the base of her tits, restricting the blood flow and causing them to turn purple. He slapped her hard, knocking her to the ground before spitting in her face and leering down at her.

"Bet you wish you'd sucked my cock now, don't you bitch? I bet you're wishing you'd opened your thighs and let me fuck that big juicy cunt when I asked, aren't you? Well, it's too fucking late. You're gonna die tonight and if your corpse is still here in the morning maybe that old pervert Jameson, the coroner, will fuck you. He likes fucking stiffs. Gets him off."

Her swollen nipples were very painful and she screamed when he slashed at her nipples with the scourge, causing them to bleed profusely. He passed a rope around the bonds restricting her tits and, throwing the free end over a stout branch, hauled her into the air so that she hung, suspended only by her tits, six inches above the frozen ground. The blood streaming from her tortured nipples ran down her belly, soaking into the rope around her waist before running further down to drip from her stretched out cunt lips, mingling with her cunt juice which was now flowing freely down her thighs to the floor.

The governor roughly shoved his fingers between her pussy lips, causing her cunt to drip onto his hand and he pulled it out and licked his fingers lewdly before turning and walking away, leaving her to her fate. She would either freeze to death in the snowstorm or the blood dripping from her wounds would attract predators such as mountain lion or Direwolf who would rip her open and feast on her as she died screaming, feeling their teeth tearing her flesh and breaking her bones.

The townsfolk started to drift away, returning to the warmth of their houses, some of the men coming over to pinch her bleeding nipples or roughly finger her cunt before leaving her to die. She heard two men talking to each other as they walked away, telling each other that it was a shame and that she'd have made a really good whore in the governor's brothel. The snowstorm intensified, small flakes of snow and hailstone blown on a biting wind, stinging her flesh. Her tits felt like they were being torn from her body and the once pale orbs were now almost black as the ropes suspending her restricted the bloodflow even further. Her body was becoming numb and she began to shiver uncontrollably, the movement jerking and pulling at her tits, causing her to moan in pain.

She heard a growl through the whiteout conditions and Zara stared in horror as a large Direwolf padded slowly into view through the swirling snow. She felt a small trickle of fear inspired urine run down her leg as he approached slowly, raising his grey muzzle to sniff at her cunt, his breath hot against her nearly frozen flesh. He nuzzled at her and then his rough tongue forced its way between her meaty lips, pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy, almost licking at her cervix. Zara, incredibly turned on by his licking, opened her thighs to give him better access, panting as his hot breath clouded around her swollen and abused clit. Zara moaned in disappointment as he pulled away and then he jumped up, stretching to his full height and chewing at the ropes holding her up. They parted and Zara fell heavily on her side in the snow, and then the wolf was there, chewing through the ropes binding her arms before stretching himself out, covering her naked body. She felt his warmth seeping into her bones and muscles and slowly, she stopped shivering. His body heat revived her a little and as she stirred, the Direwolf eased off her and tried to push his nose under her body.

Unable to rise fully, Zara struggled to her hands and knees, only to feel the wolf's belly fur, warm against her back as he mounted her, his thick cock pushing into her pussy and his paws gripping her around the waist. His long bony cock probed deeper and deeper, thickening and beginning to swell as he fucked her hard, his red hot jizz squirting inside her with every stroke until his knot started to swell. He carried on fucking her until the knot was the size of a baseball and he was locked into her, filling her cunt to overflowing with hot, salty wolf cum. They stayed like that, locked together, for nearly half an hour until the Direwolf disengaged from her pussy with an audible plop and she felt a small river of scalding jizz run down her thighs. She stood, the strength now returned to her limbs and Zara realised that she had found a protector and that the Direwolf would kill anyone who threatened her again simply to protect his mate. She tangled her fingers in his mane and allowed him to lead her into the storm. She'd find some clothes, even if she had to steal them from one of the outlying farms and then she'd be back, back to take her vengeance on Governor Manor and the rest of his perverted cronies.