On The Nature Of Guilt...
By Danyealle
Lying alone in her big bed, the room dark, she shut her eyes and let her
hand strays 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 only odd thing was 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 drinks, talked a bit to catch up on news and
gossip 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 eye 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 neighbors' garbage cans. That wasn't unusual; there
were numerous strays around here. She herself left food out for them
like a lot of here neighbors did. This one was different though.
Firstly, it was HUGE, more than twice the size of any dog she ad ever
seen and it looked more like a wolf than a dog. It seemed to have
noticed her because it slowly made its way her direction. Smiling, she
unlocked the door and opened it 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 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 wolfs' yellow eyes followed her every move until she disappeared
into the kitchen out of his sight. Shutting his eyes he smell 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 her 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. 'OK, he's nutsto!' 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 on. "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 he 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 then 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 she had only two options, to fight him or to submit and let
him do what he wanted, praying she didn't get hurt to bad. 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 is 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 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 and 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 side ways and the wind was knocked out of her she lay there dazed
for a couple 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 off 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. Her and her human co-workers
had always speculated about the size of the male werewolves' genetallia
given how big they were and assumed that like the rest of them they 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 as 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 bit 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 then yanked her down to him. Roughly grabbing her around
the waist he flipped her over onto her stomach 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, lunging forward and 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.
But 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 started at her clit then started to
travel through her nervous system until it had enveloped her entire
body. Here she was being raped and she was getting 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 like 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 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 then came,
drenching his crotch.
She heard him chuckle a bit when she finished cumming 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 mean time 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.
Laying there her sobs slowly tapering off as she gathered herself again,
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...
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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: