Perverts 'R' Us

On The Nature of Guilt…

By Danyealle ( Werewolf/F, Rape )

Lying alone in her big bed, the room dark, she shut her eyes and let her hands stray, down between her legs. As her fingers started their ballet, she let her mind wander back through its long passages and corridors to that night.

She had been waiting tables at the Blasphemous Cavern, a dark creature bar at the time, and had hated every minute of it. The pay had been excellent, which was the only reason she stayed on there, because she had loathed the job. There was too much infighting between the different species of dark creatures and in between clans within a species for them to hire dark creatures as wait staff so they hired humans. She had never had a problem with the werewolves; they had always treated her with the utmost graciousness and respect. It was the vampires that had always 'weirded' her out. It had always been forbidden for them to touch an employee, but just the way they looked, acted or some of the things they said to the humans, was enough to make your skin crawl.

The night it had happened was just like any other. It had actually been a fairly quiet night so she had been able to pay attention to what was going on and who was around. It had been mid-week, so the raucous weekend crowd hadn't been in. As a matter of fact, it had been subdued the whole night. Mainly, it had been werewolves that had come in. Per usual, they had gathered in small clan groups and talked quietly amongst themselves. The one odd thing was that there was one male werewolf that came in alone and sat by himself in a dark corner. The other werewolves actually seemed to be avoiding him, going so far as to look the other way when they passed by his table. He was respectful to her as she served him, like all the others were, but his intense inspection of her made her somewhat uncomfortable. He was a generous tipper each time she brought him a drink. He also tried to engage her in conversation, which she begged out of, citing work. Everywhere she went that night she could feel his eyes on her, making her highly uncomfortable. Unlike most, who came in and had a couple of drinks, talked a bit to catch up on news and gossip, and then left, this one parked himself in the corner for almost her whole shift.

He was still there when one of the bouncers walked her out to her car. The whole way home, she thought about him for some reason. It seemed as though she could still feel his cold eyes staring holes into her back, making her shiver.

When she parked the car at the curb in front of her house and got out, she was still tense and hyper vigilant. Looking around as she walked to the front door with her keys already out, she noticed that there was a new stray dog by her neighbor's garbage cans. That wasn't unusual; there were numerous strays around here. She herself left food out for them like a lot of her neighbors did. This one was different though. Firstly, it was HUGE, more than twice the size of any dog she had ever seen, and it looked more like a wolf than a dog. It seemed to have noticed her because it slowly made its way toward her direction. Smiling, she unlocked the door and opened it, and then knelt down and held out a closed hand for it to smell. She had always had a soft spot for animals, especially strays.

"Hey there big guy. You hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

The dog stepped forward, after smelling her hand, and then sat down at her feet, his tail swishing back and forth briskly.

Cautiously, she reached out and petted his head. He seemed to like it because his tail started thumping harder on the wooden steps.

Smiling she said, "You're a friendly one, aren't you? Wait right here and I'll get you something to eat."

Standing up, she gave him pat on the head then walked into the house.

The wolf's yellow eyes followed her every move until she disappeared into the kitchen out of his sight. Shutting his eyes he smelled the air of her house, a rich tapestry of odors flooded his nose, all of them pleasant. Opening his eyes, he looked into the now brightly lit interior and licked his chops. Standing up he slowly walked into the house.

She was pouring some kibble in the old bowl she used to feed the strays when she heard the toenails clicking on the hardwood floor behind her. Smiling, she picked up the bowl, "You are hungry aren't you?" Turning around she continued, "Let's go back outside and…"

Letting out a strangled cry, she dropped the bowl. Instead of the dog standing there, it was the werewolf from the club. Shaking violently, she held her hands out in front of her and backed towards the kitchen, "What…what…what are you doing here?"

Lifting his head, he looked down at her, his dark brooding eyes locking with her sky blue ones, "I followed you because you wanted me to."

Her mind raced trying to think of a way to either get him out of here or get out herself. "I never asked you to come here."

His dark brooding eyes locked with hers as he kept advancing towards her, "You didn't think I heard you but I did. Every time you turned your back to me I heard you say, 'Tiberus, I want you' so here I am, just like you asked of me."

She stared at him incredulously. 'Okay, he's nutso!' she thought to herself.

She had backed up so far that the small of her back was pressed against the edge of the counter top. He was standing a couple feet in front of her, looking at her intently. She could smell that musky-woodsy odor that was always associated with werewolves. Her mind raced through all the possible ways to extricate herself from this, or at least be able to find a way to call for help. She could feel his eyes raking up and down her body, making her shake harder and her skin crawl.

Trying to keep her voice calm and neutral, she asked, "What did you say your name was again?"

Leveling his gaze back with hers, he replied, "Tiberus. But you already knew that. You are very beautiful, for a human." Stepping closer to her, he reached out to stroke her cheek but she yanked her head back. Giving her a wry smile, he continued, "You should feel honored Elizabetha; you will be the first human I have ever had. But never fear, I will be gentle with you."

Eyes widening more, her body quaked harder. She had always heard about people breaking out in a cold sweat, but had never understood it…until now, that is. Her skin got a cold, clammy feeling to it as the sweat popped out on it. A sick dread seemed to ball up in her stomach. It seemed that her legs had turned to jelly, shaking and quivering so badly that she had to put her hands on the counter to hold herself up. Staring at him incredulously, her mouth dried up and it seemed that her throat made clicking noises as she swallowed; it was that dry. Thoughts seemed to be racing through her brain as the cold sick realization struck her that he was intending to rape her.

He stepped a bit closer to her and looked her up and down. "So beautiful. I am glad you chose me to initiate you Elizabetha. I have had much experience with virgins." Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath and inhaled her smell, and he looked at her intently yet again. "You smell of fear. There is no need for that. I will take very good care of you."

Gulping loudly she stared at him goggle-eyed, mouth hanging open. If she was hearing and understanding him correctly, he was actually thinking she wanted this, that somehow or other she had initiated it! She knew at this point that she had only two options, to fight him or to submit and let him do what he wanted, praying she didn't get hurt too badly. Looking him up and down, she decided there was no way she could fight him. He was at least 7'5" and almost 400lbs. With her being a willowy 5'6", 145lbs she didn't have a chance. Best she could do was wait, and hope for an escape.

Stepping closer to her, his eyes boring into hers, he put one hand on the back of her head and forced her closer to him, and then kissed her roughly, wrapping an arm around her waist and yanking her closer to his firm, powerful body. After pulling away, he looked down at her, "You tremble and shake Elizabetha, why?"

Putting her hands on his chest, she gave a firm push, trying to break his hold on her. But it was futile; it was like pushing against a brick wall and getting it to move. "Because I don't want to do this!" she cried out in frustration. "Why don't you just leave and we'll forget it ever happened."

Chuckling softly, he scooped her up into his massive, heavily muscled arms and walked towards her bedroom. Holding her close, her murmured, "My dear, you are going to find out why werewolves are so much better lovers than humans. Once we are done you will forever be spoiled for the human male and will never again want one for a lover."

He hadn't heard a word she had said! Somewhere he had deluded himself into thinking that she wanted this. Not only was she going to be raped, but it was going to happen at the hands of someone that was insane. A cold growing terror started at her feet and worked its way up her body, leaving her skin prickled with goose flesh, with her trembling violently in his arms.

Murmuring softly to her in a language she didn't understand, he crossed the threshold of her room. Then he threw her roughly onto the bed.

Landing on the soft mattress with such force that the bed slid several feet sideways, and the wind was knocked out of her, she lay there dazed for a couple of minutes. When she looked over to where he was standing, her eyes widened even more, and her shaking became more violent. Standing there in a patch of moonlight that came through her windows, he was stripping! Oh Jesus, he really intended to go through with this! The moonlight reflected a silvery color of the thick pelt of hair on his chest, and revealed just how muscular and massive he was.

She scooted up to the head of the bed and huddled there in a ball, shivering and shaking, clutching onto a pillow for dear life, watching him in disbelief. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when he finally dropped his pants and kicked them aside. She and her human co-workers had always speculated about the size of the male werewolves' genitalia, given how big they were, and she now assumed that this one, like the rest of them, had a large member. Now here before her very eyes was confirmation of that - - he had to be at least 12 inches long and three inches in girth.

'Oh God no!' she thought; not only am I going to be raped, but it's going to hurt like a son of a bitch! Curling up tighter into a ball, she started to whimper softly. She watched his oversized appendage swell and grow, until it was at full mast and was twitching slightly, the slit in the mushroom shaped head becoming wet.

He didn't seem to be a big believer in foreplay or getting the woman ready because once he was fully erect he walked over to the bed, grabbed her by the foot, and then yanked her down to him. Roughly grabbing her around the waist he flipped her over onto her stomach, and then yanked her up onto all fours, the doggy style. He was rough enough about it that he left bruises and marks in his wake.

She made one attempt to get away from him as he got on the bed behind her. She lunged forward, trying to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held her fast. Then she lowered her head and shut her eyes, praying it would be over quickly and that it wouldn't hurt too badly.

Holding her firmly at the waist, he grasped his cock and ran it up and down her lightly furred slit. Quivering and shaking, she held as still as she could, biting her bottom lip against what she knew was going to be a very painful penetration since she wasn't at all wet.

He crooned a few soft words to her before, with one mighty thrust of his hips, and drove himself all the way into her tight, dry channel.

Biting her bottom lip so hard that she could taste blood in her mouth, she stifled a scream that threatened to tear out of her throat. Tears of pain and shame started to course down her face from her tightly squeezed-shut eyes. The sheets on her bed were balled up so tightly in her fist that her knuckles were white and her hands shook. Her whole body was now bathed in a light coating of sweat. It hurt so badly! It felt as though he had impaled her with a tree trunk.

However, he seemed to take no notice of it. He stroked up and down the small downy patch in the small of her back.

"Ahh, see Elizabetha? I told you I was gentle. You were ready for me; your delicious nectar coats my shaft, telling me how much you want me."

You fucking moron! That s blood not juice! It feels like you've ripped me apart! She wanted to scream it at him but didn't. Instead, she bit down harder on her bottom lip until her mouth was full of blood.

Then he started to move within her in a strong, rough pace, slamming in and out of her already painfully stretched to the limit pussy. Reaching down between her legs, he took her clit between two of his rough and calloused fingers and started to roll it between them.

She nearly jumped out of her skin at his rough treatment of her sensitive little bud. Despite the pain of the rough treatment that familiar delicious warmth and tingle began at her clit, and then started to travel through her nervous system, until it had enveloped her entire body. Here she was being raped, and she was being turned on! How fucked up was that?

Squeezing her eyes tighter shut, she tried to let her mind wander and go somewhere else, but couldn't. The sensations he was making her body feel was keeping her there. It was as if her body was betraying her. Here she was being FORCED to have sex and her body was building towards a powerful orgasm! That just plain wasn't right! Tears of pain and shame were leaking steadily out of the corners of her eyes, burning hot trails down her cheeks.

Oblivious to her pain and suffering, he continued to roughly pound into her like an animal in rut, his fingers continuing to manipulate her clit roughly.

It may have not been the treatment she was used to, but it was effective. Shuddering violently, she arched up, let out a strangled cry, and then came, drenching his crotch.

She heard him chuckle a bit when she finished cumming, and then he thrust deep into her once, growled loudly, leaned down and sank his teeth deep into her shoulder and came.

As the memory of that powerful orgasm by her rough attacker came to her, her manipulating fingers brought her to a powerful climax. When it washed over her she arched up off the bed and screamed loudly, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

After she finished, she curled up into a tight ball, holding herself, and broke into great racking sobs over the guilt and shame of what she had just done. Then her mind wandered once again, back to that night.

When he had finished, he dressed and turned to walk out of the door, but stopped to look back at her, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "See Elizabetha? I told you you would enjoy it. I am going to take my leave of you now, but all you will have to do is think about me and I will return to you. In the meantime, I will consider taking you as my mate. Until then, fair Elizabetha, be well."

He then vanished out the bedroom door.

She listened intently until she heard her front door shut and his footsteps recede into the night. Then she lay there and tried to think about what to do next, whether or not to report it. Once she decided she should, she tried to rack her brain as to who to call. Dark creature crimes were handled differently and she didn't know if this was going to be a dark creature crime or a human one.

After a while of trying to reason it out in her jumbled mind, she called her boss at the club and in a halting dissertation told him what had happened, breaking down mid-way through the tale into great braying sobs.

Within 10 minutes, both he and the werewolf justice squad had arrived at her place. Dimmy, her boss and a werewolf, it turned out, was in the same clan as Tiberus and had contacted its' leader. He was ashamed and embarrassed that she was attacked by not only a werewolf, but a member of his clan as well, so he took it upon himself to smooth the way for her as much as possible.

Now, four months later, her life had totally changed. Tiberus had never been caught, even though a considerable effort was still being put into tracking him down. She no longer worked, but got paid the same as she always did and would continue to be for the rest of her life, since the club owners felt what had happened was work-related. The werewolf council had awarded her a generous pension for life and had bought her old house, installing her in a new one that had every modern security device. They were ashamed that it was one their own that had done this, and wanted to make it right with her.

Lying there, her sobs were slowly tapering off as she gathered herself again. She was chiding herself for being so emotional when she noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked over to the dark recess by the windows - - then her blood seemed to turn to ice in her veins. Standing there in the shadows was Tiberus! He had returned!

He took a couple steps towards the bed, smiling at her. "Before I left you that night I told you that if you thought about me I would return, so here I am my Elizabetha. And having thought long and hard about you, I have decided you are to become my mate."

Her chest tightened and her throat seemed to squeeze shut as a wave of pure terror washed over her.

The nightmare had returned…

A big thanks to Lord Kyber Bloodshead Alpha for again loaning me one of his interesting role-playing characters to use in a story. : blows him a big kiss: