Karen slowly opened her eyes and shook her head. She was feeling light headed and dizzy. Her head ached as she blinked several times, trying to get her bearings.

The world was upside down and she was trying to figure out why. She squinted as she tried to figure out what was happening. Her hair was in the air, hanging and she slowly began to realize that she was hanging upside down.

“Ungh… what the hell…” Karen grunted.

She tried to get up, but was stopped by the restraints holding her wrists in place. Her legs were also bound against the strange wooden object she was tied to. She was in a dark cavern of some sort, a small flickering flame in the center, providing a strange, orange ambient glow.

“The hell is this? Hey! Is anybody here?” She yelled.

She was met by her own echoes as they bounced off the ragged walls. Karen grunted and tried to move, hoping that with enough force, she’d be able to break her bonds. There was no give to her bounds, and she only ended up hurting herself.

“God fucking damnit,” Karen cursed.

Karen couldn’t believe that she had been captured from behind. It was such an amateur move to be caught in the middle of the night from behind. She wondered if Michael and his father had managed to sneak out the back to get her.

Werewolves were known to have extremely sensitive noses. They could have smelled her scent at some point. She cursed under her breath and clenched her fists.

“I knew I should’ve gone in from the other side,” Karen said to herself.

Karen closed her eyes, trying to figure out what she could do to get out of her current situation. There wasn’t much she could do at this point but wait it out. As she sighed, she heard footsteps approach.

“Who’s there?!” Karen inquired.

“She’s awake,” a voice growled from the shadows.

Karen squinted, trying to see into the darkness. She heard the footsteps grow closer. It was definitely not the sounds of shoes. There was a strange clacking noise, like nails scratching on the ground.

“She looks sweet,” another voice growled.

“Smells sweet,” the other voice replied.

Karen was confused. Werewolves weren’t exactly known for being able to speak. She wondered what Bob would say to her, knowing the situation she was in.

“Michael right? I know who you are, I know what you look like,” Karen threatened.

“Michael? What are you going on about?”

One of the figures revealed themselves. It was a large beast, covered from head to toe in dark brown fur. Even upside down, she could immediately recognize the beast as a werewolf. The long snout, the dog like face, and the muscular, powerful body emerged from the shadows.

“I know who you are in your human form,” Karen replied.

The werewolf sneered, a large toothy grin filling its mouth. The second werewolf emerged, an almost identical beast but with sleek, black fur. Karen fought against her bounds again, trying to see if she could free herself.

“Feisty.”

“She’s a hunter, of course she’s feisty.”

“Damn right I’m feisty! You should let me free before I take you both out!” Karen threatened.

The two werewolves laughed, their sharp teeth glistening in the dimly lit area. Karen was feeling dizzier as blood flowed into her head. She continued to pull at her bonds, trying to break free.

“Come on Michael, this is your last chance,” Karen warned.

“Who is this Michael you keep speaking of?” The darker werewolf questioned.

Karen gulped, realizing that her assumption was wrong. If these were not Michael and his father, then Karen had no clue who it could be. She had lost her edge, and began to panic.

The two werewolves walked closer and stopped right next to her. Karen took deep breaths, trying to clear her head. She closed her eyes, trying to think of what Bob would do in a situation like this.

She felt the tip of something sharp touch her shirt and dig in. It cut through and gently touched her skin. Karen shivered in fear as her heart raced faster and faster.

Karen thought they were going to dig in and cut her open, take her down in one clean swipe. The sharp nail moved upward, cutting through her shirt bit by bit. Karen opened her eyes in shock and looked up at the beasts.

“What? What are you doing? You’re seriously going to sit here and toy with me?” Karen said angrily.

The darker werewolf grinned and leaned in close. Karen could smell his stench from a foot away. His claw continued moving down to the end of her top and the other grabbed the split halves and ripped them open, revealing her black bra.

“Looks tasty,” the darker werewolf growled.

The lighter werewolf dug its claw into her pants, digging through and past, to her soft cotton thong. The sharp edge continued in until it hit her skin. Karen flinched at the sudden pain and he pulled away slightly.

“You smell that? Are you afraid? Because you reek of fear,” the darker werewolf teased.

“Fuck you. You just reek!” Karen shouted.

The darker werewolf made a sound, a dark cackle of sorts. The lighter one continued cutting through, growing closer and closer towards the bottom of her crotch. Karen wiggled as she panicked. This was not something she was trained for.

“She smells sweet,” the lighter werewolf said as it leaned in, his long snout pressing right the ripped crotch of her pants.

Karen felt his hot breath as he breathed in and out. Her crotch grew warm in reaction to the feeling. The lighter werewolf pulled back, grabbed the legs of her pants and ripped them off swiftly. Her poor thong split open and reveled her black pubic hair.

“Oh, look at that,” the lighter werewolf commented with glee.

“I swear, when I get out, I am going to kill you!” Karen shouted.

“Good luck with that,” the darker werewolf replied.

The darker werewolf stood and made his way around to face her. Karen’s face was right in front of his crotch. She saw something emerging from between his legs and panicked.

It was a long, smooth and red rod, slowly pulsating to life from between his furry legs. Karen realized what these two werewolves had in mind. Bob had never informed her of these types of dangers.

“You don’t think I’m going to...” Karen started.

Small pores on the werewolf’s manhood opened up and a puff of grey emanated out. Karen took a big whiff by accident, smelling the strange sweet and sour mixture. She coughed and shook her head.

“Take a good long puff. You’re going to love it,” the werewolf growled.

“You think sniffing your dirty dick is going to get me hot and horny? I’m not some bitch in heat,” Karen fired back.

“You’d be amazed at the secrets of our kind. I’m guessing your trainer was a male? Ha ha ha,” the darker werewolf said.

Karen began to feel even more light headed. It seemed that the strange puff of smoke emanating from the werewolf’s dick was causing her body to react. Her crotch grew wet and hot, and her face turned red in excitement, mixed with embarrassment.