She felt something pressing up against her sore pussy. With her arms cuffed behind her back and her feet pressed into an unusual angle from the boots, she fell over twice in her attempts. His actions gently tickled her lips and stimulated her sore clit. She hardly noticed how quiet the forest had become. Despite everything that had happened, a little part of her was still turned on by this, still turned on by the helplessness she felt as she became the prey that she had styled herself after. Tears began to run down her cheek as Ava contemplated how helpless she was, how much pain she was in. The other wolves seeing this began to take an interest in her lower parts, butting in to try to take a sniff or lick.
