My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 6

I opened my eyes, noticing I was in a different room. Where am I? I asked myself. I looked down on my body to see I was wearing the same thing I fell asleep in. How did I get here?  

I tried to get off the bed but couldn’t, “What the..?” My hands were tied to the side of the bed. I struggled trying to get loose.

“Baby, I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” I heard Brandon warn from the chair next to the bed.

“Why am I here?” I asked, getting scared.

“I told you I wanted some pu*sy," he told me with a wicked smile on his face. 

“No, please!” I begged.

“Please what baby?” he asked coming closer to me.

“Get away from me,” I tried to shift away from him but was unsuccessful.

“Where you going, baby?” he pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a button. I heard a machine begin to move then my legs began to pull apart. I started to hyperventilate. “Calm down, baby. You’re gonna love this.”

With that he moved down to the bottom of the bed and looked me up and down with a evil smile on his face. He pushed the button again and the machine seized from pulling my legs apart. My legs were a couple feet apart but that’s a bad thing.

He came even closer to the bed and dragged a finger up my inert high. I began to pull my legs to get free, “Get your filthy hands off me!”

“You sure you want that baby?” he asked. His hands started to get terribly close to a place that wasn’t meant for him. I began to struggle again.

“If you don’t stop fighting I might have to do something about it,” he warned taking out a needle, teasingly dragging it down my legs. It looked like it was filled with something. It looked grey.

I immediately stopped fighting, “Good girl, now I want something from you and you’re gonna give it to me.”

I got on the bed and hovered over me, “I will fu*k you but will not kiss you.”

“Who said I wanted those nasty lips on me?” I began to panic. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“We’re gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours,” he said getting up. 

He went into a drawer of a dresser in the corner of the room and took out a roll of duck tape. I pulled off a piece and walked back over to me placing it over my mouth. He threw the roll across the room and took out a pocket knife, drawing patterns on my thighs, “You know I’m actually can’t wait until I take you.”

He went down to my shorts and used the knife to cut the fabric because my legs were tied. Then he rubbed his finger over my cl!t. He did it really hard so when he stopped it was throbbing in a painful way.

I began to bawl my eyes out. I heard Brandon growl in annoyance, “Would you shut the fu#k up?!”

I tried to calm myself because I didn’t want to get hurt. He smiled at me action then came up to my chest. He ripped a straight line down the center of my shirt then cut my braw, “Emm…these are nice,” He groaned playing with my boobs. My friend Britney said that when guys play with your boobs its and amazing feeling, but right now I feel the opposite. His hands are too rough and he’s grabbing me too hard. It feels like they’re about to pop.

He trailed his hands down my stomach to my panty line, after he was done with his playing with my boobs. The entire time tears were running down my cheeks uncontrollably, blurring my vision. I felt his hand move down to the forbidden part of my body. He began to rub my cl@t through my panties. He was rubbing it hard and fast like he was hoping the pressure and speed would rip the cloth. To my astonishment his nails changed from his normal ones to claws. He used one of them to rip my underwear. Then his whole body was covered with brown fur and his head changed to an odd shape. I stared it horror as he started to look like a wolf’s head.

His pants ripped off because of his growing body. He looked frustrated and began to rip the fabric off, himself.

He came to my ear and whispered, “Get ready,” In a dead, menacing voice.

He positioned his body above mine and I felt his mister brush against my cli@t.

 I began to feel a hard pressure push against me and I began to scream as the pressure got more and more painful. I screamed even louder as his mister began to grow inside me. The duck tape ripped from my mouth and I let my scream out in full blast. It looked like he was…liking it.

“Vanessa!” I heard Josh calling out my name. He was repeating my name. I searched for him but couldn’t find him. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore.

“Vanessa!” I heard again. I closed my eyes and when I opened the again, I was lying next to Josh. I hugged him and began to bawl in his shirt.

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There's a pic of brandon to the side.