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Sara Fielding exited State Theatre. In the seconds that the door
to
the small club was open, blaring rock music blasted out. Sara
let out
a sigh of relief when the door shut again and took out a pack of clove
cigarettes. She popped one into her mouth and lit it with her
Zippo
lighter before depositing both the pack and lighter back into the pocket
of her black leather jacket. Under the jacket, she wore a tight
fitting,
babydoll t-shirt with a snarling wolf's head in the middle of it.
Her
black leather pants were low-hung and between them and her shirt, her
slim stomach and belly button were prominantly displayed.
Sara had decided to top off her outfit the same way she usually did.
With her knee-high boots. Add in her pale complexion and dark
makeup
selection and it was fairly obvious that she was the quintessential
'goth chick'. Her breasts weren't large, but they were perky
and she
had a shapely ass. She found it fairly easy to lure men into
bed, what
was hard was keeping them there. Sara tended to have rather strange
sexual tastes which lead to her scaring away many of her lovers.
That
was part of the reason Sara was constantly on the look out for a vampire
to turn her. She had seen one when she was twelve, and had begged
him
to turn her, but he only laughed at her.
Thirteen years later, and Sara was no closer to accomplishing her dream
then she had been on that fateful night. She walked further away
from
State Theatre, the dull thumping of the music within growing fainter
as she walked. As she passed an alley, a hand shot out and grabbed
her by the arm, yanking her into the shadowy area. She immediatly
swung
her free arm around to strike her attacker, only to have it grabbed
by
a second person and twisted around behind her back. Sara struggled
furiously, kicking out with her feet now. She heard three distinctly
different voices laughing at her as she was dragged further down into
the alley.
When they reached the back of the dead-end alley, Sara was thrown down
onto the hard, brick ground. She hissed as she felt her elbows
and knees
skinned. She pushed herself back up quickly and turned to face
her
attackers, grabbing her switchblade from her pocket and flipping it
open. The three of them stood beside each other, thoroughly blocking
her way out of the alley.
"Okay, assholes," she said, glaring at them. "You messed with
the wrong
bitch tonight." She moved quickly towards the guy in the middle,
obviously
the leader, and jammed the knife into his gut. He winced and
stepped
back a little, but stayed standing.
Lance didn't like getting stabbed, especially by little human girls.
He was indeed the leader of his pack. He and the two on either
side of
him, Mark and Dylan, were all werewolves. They'd been out looking
for
a meal and had caught the scent of something much better. This
young
girl would provide much more fun then just a simple meal. It
had been
a while since the three had enjoyed the pleasures of a woman and they
were more then ready for it now.
Sara was a bit stunned when the guy didn't cry out in pain, or fall
over
clutching his gut. Instead, he pulled the knife out and tossed
it away.
He stepped up to her again, moving so close that he was nearly touching
her, staring into her eyes, hard. "Nice shirt," he said, smirking
at
her. And with that, he grabbed the neck of her t-shirt and tore
it
away from her body. Once again, Sara tried to attack the guy,
but the
other two moved quickly to her and grabbed her arms, holding her still
as she struggled against them.
With her shirt gone, her breasts were now only covered with her black
bra, and what little cover the open jacket gave her, which wasn't much.
While Sara was into rough sex, she wasn't into rape. She stomped
down
on one of her captors feet, causing him to let go of her arm.
She
quickly turned to the other man and kneed him in his groin. Now
that
she was totally free, she slammed her shoulder into the guy in front
of
her, pushing him to the side. Then she hauled ass for the opening
of
the alley.
Sara was a few feet from freedom, when she felt someone grab her hair
and give her a hard yank backwards. She flew off her feet and
skidded
on her rear back down into the alley a ways. She looked up and
saw
Lance standing in front of her again, a handful of her hair in his
hand.
The other two grabbed her and lifted her back to her feet as Lance
moved
closer to her, giving her a hard punch to the gut before she had a
chance
to try and react. She cried out and coughed, trying to double
over,
but the two werewolves at her side kept her standing straight.
The
punch left her in a daze and she hardly noticed that she was being
dragged back to the rear of the alley.
Once they were back in their original position, Sara being held still
by Dylan and Mark, and Lance standing in front of her, Lance moved
up
close to her again and whispered to her. "Make us happy and maybe
we'll
let you live," he told her. He nodded to the two holding her
and she
was forced down to her knees and found herself staring at Lance's bulging
crotch. His hands moved down to his pants and undid them, letting
his
large erection come free. "You know what to do," he said to Sara,
looking
down at her.
Sara eyed the cock in front of her, knowing full well what he wanted
her
to do. Her rebellious spirit made her want to bite down hard
and not
let go for anything, but she knew that they could easily kill her if
they
wanted. And being as they seemed to be impervious to being stabbed
in
the gut, she didn't think she could take them in hand-to-hand fighting.
So instead, she opened her jaw and took the head of Lance's rod into
her moist mouth, letting her tongue move around him. If all they
wanted
was head, this would be a short rape session. She could get them
all
off in less then ten minutes, she was sure. Maybe less, she thought,
taking more of him into her and working her oral magic on him.
Lance groaned as the little human sucked him off. Her skill made
him
think about sparing her life and simply turning her into a werewolf
as
well. It would be nice to have a full-time bitch around.
Especially
one as skilled as she was. He wrapped his hands around her head,
running
his fingers through her dyed black hair, and thrusting his hips forward.
Sara allowed him to thrust into her, fully able to deepthroat his hardon.
She reached up and began to caress his balls with her hand. The
sooner
this was over, the better.
Not wanting to waste his seed in her mouth, Lance quickly pulled out
of
her when he felt an orgasm start to build inside him. His breathing
had
grown a little heavier, and he had started to sweat in the short time
of
her going down on him. He looked to Dylan and Mark and grinned.
"This
little girl has quite a talent." The fact that he hadn't came
in her
mouth told Sara that they weren't going to be convinced with just head.
She was lifted back to her feet again, to face Lance. "Now I
think it's
time to get a good look at what we have here..."
As Dylan and Mark yanked off Sara's jacket, Lance grabbed her bra and
tore it away from her, revealing her smooth, round breasts. The
cool
night air caused her nipples to grow hard and stand out. Lance
stared
at the twin orbs of flesh and licked his lips. "Very nice..."
Sara
glared at Lance with hate in her eyes as the other two ripped her pants
open and tore them away from her body. The force of the pants
being
ripped off made Sara stumble and fall to her hands and knees.
Now all
she wore were her black thong panties and her boots. In an instant,
she felt the thin fabric of her thong tear and she was left in just
her boots.
Sara felt a hard smack on her ass and gasped. As much as she hated
the
situation she was in, there was no helping the pleasure she felt from
the smack. One of her major turn ons was spanking. She
had a metal-
studded paddle that was used in almost every single sexual encounter
she'd had. A few more smacks like that, and she wouldn't be as
opposed
to the sex they wanted. They weren't given to her, though.
Instead,
Lance pushed her over onto her back, Sara's legs naturally fell open.
Lance dropped to the ground and moved his hips between her milky thighs.
He guided his prick to Sara's somewhat moist snatch and slowly started
to slide into her.
Again, Sara gasped, tilting her head back, as he penetrated her.
He was
very well endowed and again, she wondered if the experience would be
as bad as she originally thought. As he entered her completely,
she
was pleased to find that she was almost totally filled with his meat.
"Oh God..." she moaned, unable to keep the pleasure contained.
Lance
chuckled and grinned down at the girl, starting to thrust in and out
of
her. He was a little surprised to find her quickly start to thrust
with
him, accepting him into her. Sara wrapped her legs around him
and pulled
him down into her harder.
Getting the idea she was trying to put across, Lance started to pound
into her with more force. As he did, he saw Sara come alive even
more
sexually. She humped onto him with equal force and tiled her
head back,
letting out loud moans of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around
him,
running her nails over his back and pressing her tits against his chest.
Dylan and Mark watched the two fuck with wide eyes. None of them
had
expected her to be so willing. Sara cried out as she felt herself
boil
over into an orgasm. Her cunt clenched down around Lance's cock,
coaxing
him into an orgasm of his own.
As Sara's pussy milked the cum out of Lance's cock, he tilted his head
back and let out a howl. With the intense pleasure of the orgasm,
he
lost control and let the transformation began. Caught up in her
own
ecstasy, Sara didn't notice the thick hair sprouting from her not long
ago unwanted lover's back and chest. The bristly hair rubbed
against
her tits, caressing her nipples to even more hardness. She didn't
see
the lengthening snout, due to her eyes being closed. What she
did notice
was the suddenly increasing size of his member, still embedded inside
her and dribbling the last of his cum into her. Her mouth opened
wide
with a mixture of shock, pleasure, and pain. She cried out again
and
finally opened her eyes to stair into the slobbering face of the werewolf
that was on top of her.
Watching Sara fuck Lance like an animal, and seeing their leader transform
encouraged them to do the same. Sara looked over to them, panting
as
she grew used to the enlarged penis inside her, and saw she was now
surrounded by werewolves. Her eyes widened in amazement.
She'd known
about vampires for a long time, but she never knew that werewolves
existed
as well. And while it didn't hold the same attraction as being
a vampire,
she decided that being a werewolf wouldn't be so bad either.
And taking
a look at Mark and Dylan's crotches, it didn't seem like Lance was
the
only one with good endowment.
A limp and tired Lance pulled out of Sara's now pretty stretched pussy,
some of his cum spilling out after him. Seeing her enthusiasm,
and her
lack of screaming when he'd transformed, had convinced Lance to definitely
change her into a werewolf. Sara pushed her upper body up with
her
arms and watched Lance move away from her. She looked over at
the other
two wolves and smirked seductively. "Well? You two just
gonna watch,
or what?" she asked them. They seemed to perk up, their ears
coming to
attention and their tails wagging. They looked over to Lance,
who gave
them a nod.
Sara stood up and walked over to them. Since they could clearly
understand
her, she walked up to Mark and told him to lay down. He quickly
did,
his huge prick sticking straight up. She straddled his waist
and started
to lower herself down. She took his cock in her hand and guided
it to
her cunt, slowly pushing it into her. She let out a moan as she
felt it
start to fill her up. She moved down slowly, inching Mark's rod
into
her. Finally, she reached the bottom, his cock totally filling
her.
She put her hands on his furry chest to help push her up and down onto
him. Mark reached up and took hold of her tits, thrusting into
her
cunt hard. It didn't take long for them to find a good rhythm;
one that
was fast and hard. Again, Sara began to moan and cry out.
Dylan watched the two, feeling a bit left out. Sara looked up
at him
and saw him watching. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Wanna
join in?"
Dylan nodded at her. She smirked. "I can think of one way..."
She moved
one hand behind her and used it to spread one of her asscheeks open.
Dylan tilted his head at her, unsure if he understood what he thought
she meant. She nodded. "I'm sure you'll be able to get
it to fit."
She grinned. "And feel free to smack my ass a few times while
you're
back there." Dylan was behind her in a flash, and Sara leaned
forward
to give him better leverage. She prepared herself for some pain,
but
she knew it was going to be great. She gasped with pleasure as
Dylan
gave her ass a few hard smacks before spreading her cheeks.
Dylan leaned down and gave Sara's ass some sloppy licks, getting it
good
and lubricated. The licks made Sara moan some more. Then
he straightened
back up and took his cock in his hands and placed it at her sphincter.
He started pushing forward, slow but firmly. With a 'pop' the
head of
his prick entered her butt, and Sara cried out in a mixture of pleasure
and pain. "Keep going!" she called back to him, and he placed
a hand
on her lower back and kept pushing. Inch by inch, he moved into
her.
Her ass muscles clenched around him tighter then anything he'd ever
been
in before. With a few inches left to go, Dylan thrust forward
hard,
impaling the full length of himself into her. Sara's back arched
and
she screamed in ecstasy. The thrust brought her over the edge
again,
and soon both her cunt and ass were clamping down twice as hard around
Dylan and Mark.
Sara felt Dylan's claws dig into her sides and felt a hot burst of cum
shoot up her ass. Moments later, another burst started to shoot
into
her womb from Mark. Sara rode them both out, feeling their seeds
fill
her young body. As her orgasm wore off, Sara placed her arms
back on
Mark's chest, panting and sweating heavily. She opened her eyes
to look
down at her wolfish lover just in time to see him bite into her left
breast. She cried out again, this time in pure pain, as Mark
tore her
tit away from her chest and swallowed it. Lance had been too
tired to
see Mark's lust turn to hunger, and now his bitch had lost one of her
breasts. He debated it in his mind for a short time, then decided
that
she'd be less fun with only one of her breasts. There were plenty
of
other girls they could turn. And the sex had left his stomach
growling
as well. He moved towards the three, slowly.
Tears streaked down Sara's cheeks, and she looked up as Lance approached
them. She hoped he was going to beat the shit out of Mark for
biting
into her like that. Instead, he grabbed her and yanked her off
of Mark's
cock and started to pull her towards him. Meanwhile, Dylan's
cock was
still stuck in her ass, and his claws buried in her sides. His
grip
tightened and he and Lance entered into a kind of tug of war.
Blood
dripped from her chest onto Mark as she was yanked in two directions
at
once. Sara's sexual pleasure turned into pure and simple horror
in seconds.
As she was pulled, she felt pressure build in her midsection.
If they
kept it up, she realized... Sara screamed as she felt a loud 'pop'
in her
back and pain streaked up her spinal cord. As the pain subsided
a little,
she discovered she couldn't feel her legs anymore. Then came
more pain
and the sickening sound of tearing flesh and suddenly Sara went flying
into Lance's chest.
Lance dropped Sara onto her back on the alley floor. Sara looked
down
at herself and saw that she was now only half a woman. Her legs
and
lower waist had gone with Dylan, his dick still buried in her ass.
She
watched as her boots flopped and kicked, knocking against the ground.
Looking closer to herself, she was her guts had fallen out of the bottom
of her torso and were piled on the ground. As blood started to
spill
out of her mouth, she realized how dead she was. She heard Lance
growl
and snap at Mark, who moved away from him with his head down.
Then
Lance grabbed her right arm and ripped it off of her body, tossing
it
to Mark. Sara opened her mouth to scream, but could only force
out a
small squeek. Mark caught her severed arm and started to rip
the flesh
off of it.
Sara looked straight up, and found Lance staring down at her.
It almost
looked as if he was sorry that this had happened. Then the sorrow
turned into a look of hunger. He placed one of his large hands
on her
forehead and moved his clawed thumb over her left eye. Without
warning,
he gouged his thumb into her eye. Again, Sara tried to scream,
managing
a bit better this time. Digging his thumb in deep enough to get
a good
hold, Lance started to pry back, pulling upwards on her eye socket.
Intense pain was shooting through Sara's head and before long there
was
a loud 'crack' and the top of her skull was torn away, revealing her
moist, glistening brain. Lance leaned down and started to lick
the
sensitive organ. A tickling sensation flowed through Sara and
she
found herself wanting to laugh. She knew it was absurd, but she
couldn't
help herself.
Sara looked down again with her one good eye, seeing that Dylan had
managed to pull himself out of her asshole and had started to rip into
her legs. He tore through her boots and she felt a spike of anger.
I
paid a hundred and fifty bucks for those, asshole! she thought as she
watched her boots being demolished. She heard crunching and tried
to
look to her left, but could only see her nose. But it wasn't
hard to
figure out what she was missing. Mark had finished with the meat
on
her arm and was now crunching through the bones. Sara wondered
how she
could even be alive after everything they'd done to her. Apparently,
her body was tougher then even she'd thought.
Lance had finally grown tired of licking at Sara's brain. He opened
his
jaws and scooped her brain into his mouth, clamping down and tearing
it
out of her skull. Sara's eye widened as her brain was torn out.
She
opened her mouth again, to scream, but only more blood flowed out.
The
fingers on her remaining arm, clenched together and released several
times, then her entire body was still. Dylan had grown tired
with Sara's
legs and tossed the mostly devoured limbs over to Mark, who quickly
went about crunching on the bones. Dylan moved up and started
to scoop
up Sara's intestines, swallowing large chunks of them. After
finishing
her brain, Lance gripped her remaining tit and tore it off, shoving
it
into his mouth. Then he cracked her rib cage open and dug one
of his
claws inside, pulling back her heart and eating that as well.
Then
he buried his snout into her open chest cavity and started to eat the
rest of her internal organs.
Less then half an hour later, nothing remained of Sara but a few small
meat chunks and a large smear of blood. Her tattered and torn
clothes
were all around the alley. The three werewolves, now pretty full
and
very satisfied, left the alley. Lance's foot came down on Sara's
torn
babydoll t-shirt with the snarling wolf on it, leaving a bloody paw
print in the middle of the shirt.
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