A siren blared throughout the small room, a loud, intrusive herald of what was to come. “Shit!” Blurts the only occupant, a sudden dreadful panic filling her as the noise interrupted what had been a perfect moment to herself.

A hand slaps onto the phone and turns off the alarm. The owner of the hand, and the phone that had become her only means of getting up on time, realising that sleep was beyond recovery and the day had in fact begun.

Mary was a terrible morning person, a late sleeper and a later riser. The shaggy coated she-wolf had never got the hang of managing her freedom and independence from her parents, university had too many opportunities for late night fun and too few incentives for a regular sleep cycle.

Rest banished, morning rituals began, full of a barrage of muttered swearing when everything transpired to be where is shouldn’t be. Brush found behind the bed, she worked the knots from her grey fur, sometimes she loved it for it’s richness but every morning she hated it for how long it took. Clothes came next when she managed to find them, stuck under the desk somehow, just simple and light jeans and shirt given how hot she could get, no need for layers. Face, a quick wash, teeth brushed and flossed, a little eyeliner and contacts for her blues.

She would never say she was proud of her looks, she only put enough work in to keep happy with them, but she had no doubt she made an impression. Mary had a natural athletic shape to her and when her fur caught the breeze it rippled nicely in a way that let other’s imagine what it was like underneath. She styled herself casual and boyish, hanging out as ‘One of the Lads’ which had kept her in good company even if her love life suffered for it.

The carefully timed dance of rushing, grooming and dressing done, she had just enough time to panic when she looked at her phone before rushing out of her student digs and fast walking towards campus and another day that, for all she knew, would be like every other of her student life.

***

“Hey Mary, have fun last night?” Jack, a terrier boy with parents who didn’t think too hard when naming him, asked his friend as they both tried to follow the lecture plan.

“Yeah, you were right. Good to know someone here can actually play a guitar,” the pair of them and the rest of their circle had enjoyed a uni-band performance at one of the clubs they didn’t tend to visit. Jack had an ear for music and managed to convince them, after a few drinks and a lot of prodding, that this group were not like all the rest and were worth the time. He was the enthusiast out of all of them, always trying to go new places or drag them to weird things he learned about, Mary liked him even if a few of the others found him exhausting.

“See, told you you’d love it! So any plans for tonight?” His brown eyes gleamed as he looked up at her, imploring her to go along with whatever he’d managed to sniff out this time.

“Uhh, I really shouldn’t, we’ve got projects to work on before the review, maybe next week?”

“Oh come on, I promise it will be worth it, I did some reading up and it turns out…” Jack was almost vibrating as he gushed about his latest fixation, tail thwacking against the back of his seat. Mary could feel herself being worn down by the torrent that poured from him.

A heavy hand came down on the beleaguered wolf’s shoulder, strong orange fingers settling there as the huge guy behind her bent down. “Don’t worry too much Mary, I’ll help you out. Let’s just have a good time.” Samuel was easily the largest person on the course, an intimidating mass of muscle in black and orange. The tiger was part of their little gang but always on the outside. He never liked being called Sam or Sammy, always Samuel, he didn’t share a lot of the jokes and had a solemn atmosphere at all times. Other’s might question why he was there but then others didn’t have the benefit of him constantly spotting them drinks or buying tickets to gigs, Samuel had old money and he was happy to share it.

If her resolve had been melting before it was streaming away now. She and Samuel weren’t close, but she respected the big guy, it was hard not to, but she also felt she owed him. They’d had an awkward moment months ago when he’d asked her out, although that was putting it far too casually to do the grand pronouncement of his confession of interest justice, but Mary had declined. By declined, of course, she blurted a shocked “No,” followed by some backtracking and apologising before explaining she just didn’t see him that way. The difficult silence that followed while their friends watched was broken when Wes, a stag and second largest of them, had clapped Samuel on the back and bought him a beer. When he was out of ear shot they shared a tension breaking laugh, joking how he’d mistaken Mary for a girl and how terrible the poor guys life would be if she’d said yes. Still she felt she owed him for her putting him down so hard, hesitating to say no to anything he’d suggested since.

She relented “Well, OK, I guess I can pull an all-nighter tomorrow.”

“Yes!” Jack shouted out as his arms shot up, drawing a lot of scowls from the students actually trying to follow the terrible course material.

Samuel clapped her on the shoulder “I’m sure it will be a night worth remembering.”

*** 

It was the kind of music you needed a drink to enjoy, that’s what they told each other as one round turned into six. The club was for students, a grimy garage aesthetic hidden by black paint and tacky neon. The noise was deafening and the air sweltering with so many bodies, only the bulk of Wes and Samuel had given the circle of friends some breathing room. The booth was littered with empty glasses and the bench with fallen bodies. Jack had gone down first, stupidly trying to keep up with the bigger boys drink for drink. Once the terrier went down it was only a matter of time before the rest fell, Dan, Jon and even Wes. Somewhere in all that Mary had slumped onto the table leaving only the enduring tiger to sort out the mess. He said a few words to the others as they numbly nodded and gave him the thumbs up, put an arm under Mary’s shoulder and hefted her up.

“Mmm, whu?” was about all she managed as the massive man helped her walk out of the club, simply stepping where he led her.

“Don’t worry, just taking you home,” he said, his deep rumble of a voice carrying through into her body. His mind was on fire, the opportunity too perfect, certainly he had thought a little more time would be needed but with the alcohol in his blood and the object of his affections pressed against his side he knew that this was the moment. How he’d known how perfect it would feel to be this close to her, that warm carpet of grey against his shirt was enough to confirm it. He’d suffered so many nights watching her ruin herself in terrible clubs such as the one they were leaving, dressing like a penniless boy when she could be gorgeous, truly gorgeous. Not of course, he reminded himself as he stumbled towards the road, that she wasn’t already worth it, but she could be so much better. She just needed someone to teach her, to break those bad habits.

The Uber driver didn’t ask any questions as the tiger helped his drunk friend into the back, they’d been driving passed out uni-kids for too long. When the big boy promised she wouldn’t throw up they drove the pair of them out to the city limits, the rich looking tiger said he had a house out there, lucky bastard. Out in the suburbs the odd pair stumbled out towards one of the many identical houses, paying and even tipping.

Samuel carried his prize over the threshold, Mary had fallen asleep on his lap in a way that told him what he was doing was right. As if he’d had any doubt. Her half snores as he’d brushed her ears were a delight, he’d finally gotten a real touch of her, of that wonderful warm pelt and the trim flesh underneath. Now he couldn’t wait to have more.

He’d been preparing for this day for months, ever since she had so foolishly rejected him, so confused was she that she hadn’t realised her mistake. But that was why he had to help her now, why he had to carry her down into the basement where her new life could be made. He’d had the dreary space cleared and a partition put in, paid a specialist to build a safe room to store valuables. Well he had something valuable to store in there now. He’d moved the bed himself, fixed the chain by hand and tested the sound proofing. He knew this would be a difficult time for their relationship but he also knew she’d appreciate it when it was over.

He’d intended to place her with reverence, with dignity and care, but in his fervour he more dropped her on the simple cot, his hands twitching with excitement and the drink still inside him. The impact stirred his prize, she opened one of those adorable blue eyes and blinked up at him, her long face one of confusion at her rude awakening.

“Samuel? What?” Mary asked through a head full of noise and stuffed full of wool. She remembered getting in a car, the remembered being carried, she even remembered the terrible music. But she didn’t remember this bed. The little nap she’d had allowed her the slightest glimpse at clarity as she looked up at her friend who was drooling all over his fine shirt. He always had nice shirts, she thought stupidly as her brain tried its best to catch up.

“Shhh, just putting you to bed my dear,” he rumbled, as he leaned over her and grabbed the sides of her t-shirt. Such an ugly thing he thought, it did such a disservice to her. She wriggled as he pulled, not so drunk that she would just accept his explanation, but the she-wolf was no match for his insistence and soon he cast the useless garment aside on the concrete floor. A valley of rich grey and white opened before him, a rolling collection of hills that curved as the eye traced them. He couldn’t help himself, he had to feel it now, the thing he had desired for so long, that had been denied him for too long. His hands gripped her again, going to her sides and playing with the warm fur they found, running through them up to her bra and down to her waistband. It was stiffer than he’d imagined but the stuff of her belly was all he’d hoped it would be.

The slap caught him off guard, a hard swipe to the nose that made him reel in surprise. “I said stop!” Mary shouted as she looked at her friend in shock, he’d been pawing at her for at least a minute, deaf to her pleas as the adrenaline slowly built in her. The worst of the fug had cleared and she could see this was no bedroom, it was a concrete box with only a metal door to enter or leave. Why Samuel had brought her there escaped her, wild thoughts of kidnapping dismissed as being impossible, he must just be drunk, this place must be a… fuck! A something understandable.

Samuel’s chest filled with a deep and threatening growl, a sound that grew to fill the entire room. His wild lady had struck him, denied what was his again. He grabbed her roughly, a hand to each shoulder as he slammed her down onto the mattress. She fought and swatted at him again, even punched but he did not care, he would have her, have that warmth, that beauty, that pleasure all to himself. He pinned her thighs to the bed with his knees as he climbed atop her, over her. His muscular body cast a shadow that eclipsed her as he changed his grip to her throat to hold her while his other hand tore her bra from her body along with a cry of pain from her mouth. The plain white cups landed next to the shirt along with a tuft of her fur. He gripped the rich prize below and savoured it, two almost perfect mounds which squished in his hands like thick gel pads. Maybe they could be larger, but that too he would fix. His clawed finger tips found a rubbery nub hidden in the pale mat of her pelt and a flick of it drew another yelp from her, oh yes, such a fun and sensitive prize. His hand moved south now, he must have all of her, no, he had all of her and he would enjoy her as she would learn to enjoy being had. Still pinned by the throat he grabbed the top of her boyish jeans and ripped them downwards, panties and all, leaving them at just above the knee and revealing yet another treasure he had only dreamed of.

Mary thrashed as much as she could, even struck him a few times. All doubt was gone now, he had gone mad, he had kidnapped her and intended to rape her. Her dark spade was on display, no guy had seen so much of her since she stopped having baths with her dad. The massive tiger had her pinned, he shifted his grip again to capture first one wrist and then the other, holding her by arms and throat. His growl shook through her entire body as a threat to what he could do to her. He was easily stronger, a male tiger who looked after himself where as she did the bare minimum to keep trim. His knees split her thighs apart as his grip on her throat moved to molest her, fondle her breasts before playing through her belly fur like she was some fucking plush toy. His obsessive paw kept going and she tried to close her thighs only his legs were in the way.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t fucking touch me!” She screamed, snarled, even trying to gnash her powerful jaws but his arms and face were out of reach.

“Stop fighting me Mary! Accept it, you’re mine! You belong to me and you know it!” Samuel snarled back as his hand clenched onto her entrancing sex, the puffy black triangle of a canine bitch, a thing he’d seen in pictures and fantasized about possessing. It was dry and firmer than he’d thought, little hairs rubbed against his pads and as he grasped it she didn’t moan as he knew she should under his touch but whimper and thrash. Clearly she had more to learn, but he wouldn’t be stopped, his blood was up and he knew he must have her now after so long. He would have loved to probe her with a finger but he knew he couldn’t trust his claws like this, instead his first touch would have to be with the all important organ.

She could only yell and thrash louder and with more vigour as she watched his hand move to the buttons on his trousers, each one undone was the ticking of a clock towards midnight. Mary tried one last time to plead, to reason, to beg the man she thought a friend before her immediate fate spilled forth from his crotch. The horrid barbed member jutted from its sheath, an impressive size but that was a fright and not a comfort to the grey wolf bitch. He shuffled between her thighs till he was close enough to complete the deed.

“Samuel! Please! Don’t do this!” Mary begged again, unable to fight and reduced to just words.

“Just relax Mary, this is the start of your new life, a life of purpose,” Samuel spoke with a sick grin, he couldn’t wait, even dry she felt warm as his tip touched her outer lips. “You’ll realise I was right, that you’re happier with me,” he gave a growl of lust instead of menace even if to her they were the same. Then he began, to push.

Pain, this was pain, pain of a nature she’d never known, could never know again. His cock found its mark with only a little help from his hand, and then began to enter her un-aroused and un-lubricated passage. Cutting her open with it’s spear head. She screamed. It became stuck in her dryness and he withdrew to pierce her again. She screamed again. Over an agonising minute went by like this as he forced her open till at last enough moisture was dragged from inside to allow him his first true thrust. A thrust to steal something she never knew she cared about till now.

He couldn’t believe it when he felt something give, something tear. His wild woman who acted so brazen and brash had kept herself for him. As that delicate membrane broke he stopped to look down at her with new found respect, perhaps she was not so far lost. If only he’d known he would have savoured this moment, maybe even let her keep it till he was ready to make her his wife. But no, this feeling all around him was too good, so hot and warm and snug around his pride.

“Oh my Mary, my little wild wolf! You do not know how happy you make me,” he said in his old deep tone, “I’ll love and tame you, make you perfect yet.” He began to thrust again as she sobbed beneath him, “You’re a mess, you know? Every day I see you ruin yourself, dress in rags and drag yourself through dirt! Undisciplined, unkept.” Her womanhood split like warm and wet velvet, but with a tightness that tugged and taunted him to split it again and again. “But I’ll help you, I’ll show you your worth, your place, I’ll make you beautiful and womanly, I’ll make you happy and motherly. You’ll welcome me home with open arms and beg me for my cubs.”

She couldn’t believe him, but then she could barely hear him, all she knew was the horrible feeling of him tearing her apart over and over, a hot and intrusive bar ripping into her as he slathered and drooled on her face.

“I’ll make you the model of a woman, a wolf worthy of being my wife.” Samuel was hitching himself into her over and over, it was all too much, too perfect, her below, her surrender to him and his cock embedded in her, the only one she’d ever know. If only she was in season it would make it all the better. But there’d be time for that and it felt good enough as it was. He huffed and humped as his balls rose and contracted, his seed readying, his essence desperate to claim that last part of her. “Mary! I love you!” He shouted as he burst, a dam breaking as his short tryst came to an explosive end in her tight pussy.

She felt it pulse, felt that disgusting violating rod move in her and knew what that meant. She thanked her stars that he was done, that she was on the pill in case the time ever came. But most of all she was thankful when at last the source of her agony diminished and withdrew leaving her weeping, exhausted and bleeding. He shuffled atop her again and dragged her wrists closer to the wall, the snap of the metal cuffs on and the tugging of the chain just extensions of the worst moment of her life. He had the gall to lean down, to kiss the fur atop her head before whispering in her flattened ear.

“Sleep well Mary, you have a lot to learn tomorrow.”

***

Samuel had left her like that, taking her clothes with him when his pleasure soaked brain reminded him that he needed to dispose of them. The door to the cell closed but the light stayed on. Mary didn’t so much sleep as her brain gave up on processing, storing the sensations for later. The hurt, the betrayal would all remain fresh for the morning.

***

And morning did come. Not with sirens and klaxons but with pain, a head and body full of it. Mary hurt within and without. Her head rang with the worst hangover and her body stung from rough handling that filtered through slowly from numbed senses. She felt sick, she was sick. She managed to get it all on the floor and not the bed but the smell didn’t help. When she rattled on the chain that bound her to the wall she found it was too firm or she was still too weak to do anything about it. She tried anyway. Her wrists hurt now too.

At last a sound of the outside world, a tapping on the outside of the door before it swung open to show her the emotionally confusing sight of her tiger captor. He had a heavy wooden tray in his hands and a twisted smile on his face as his tail bobbed behind him to a tune only he could hear.

He opened his mouth to wish her a good morning but she cut him off before the first syllable “You sick bastard let me go you fucking cock! I’ll bite your fucking face off I’ll kill you!” Her scream brought her more pain but it was worth it, Mary found her thoughts of friendship to the big man she’d respected only deepened the well of her hate for what he’d done to her.

Samuel scowled, but told himself to be patient, he knew this would be hard. His wild woman would need time to adjust and be tamed. “That’s no way to speak to me Mary, but I forgive you for not knowing better. Would you like some water?” Yes, he was a gentleman, he was refined and she would learn that. He brought a bottle of mineral water towards her only for her to lunge at him. He frowned again, this would be a problem. “Honestly Mary, after all you drank last night you’ll need it. In fact you should thank me for it.”

“Thank you!? You fucking kidnapped me, you raped me!” 

He was a little abashed at that but was the better man and could admit his mistakes “You are right, I let myself get taken away by your beauty and body. Perhaps I’d had a little too much as well but I can honestly say it was the best night I’ve had with a woman.”

“Fuck you!” It was all she could say to that, all respect having evaporated with each word to leave his foul mouth.

He sighed, it was time for the talk clearly, besides the smell in here was getting to him, the air extractor not enough on its own. “Mary I do not wish to see you in pain or suffering, that’s why I’m doing this. You don’t realise it but you’re ruining yourself, barely grooming, dressing like a boy and acting like a vulgar sailor. You’re lucky I can see past that to your potential.”

He reached up and grabbed the slack of the chain where it ran from the ceiling down through rings in the wall to the head of the bed, he tugged it tight to pull her back against the wall while she struggled again, hackles high and teeth bared.

“You’ll learn to love yourself as I love you, see yourself for who you are. My destined wife. It will be hard I know to unlearn all those bad lessons of yours, but it will be worth it. Now thank me for bringing you water and I will let you drink.”

“Fuck! You!” Mary was shaking with greater hate than she’d ever known. Forget her thirst forget her headache, the chemical rush of flight or fight for which fight always won over matched her needs.

He was disappointed but not to be provoked so easily. The tiger released her chain and withdrew “Very well, we’ll try again tonight. I have lectures to go to. I suggest you think about what’s in your best interests.”

The door closed and Mary thirsted, she hungered and she clenched at her pain as in her loneliness she was left with only her maddening thoughts of all that had happened. Surely someone would come for her, someone would ask questions and come to rescue her. He couldn’t get away with this, she wouldn’t let him. Oh god it hurt so much.

For hours she was left in the silence of the cell with just the smell of her vomit and building needs in her body. Some she could fight, others she couldn’t. All that went around in her head was the state she was in and who had done this too her, what she would do to him, or what she would say to him. Solitary confinement, that’s what this was, a torture so terrible it drove sane people to suicide. Not that she would consider that…

***

When sound entered the world again it startled the dishevelled she-wolf from a sleep she hadn’t wanted. The door opening to the same scene from before as if the world was on loop. Samuel standing there with a heavy tray which he put down out of reach, the door clicking closed behind him and his broad smile as he looked at her the way a schoolboy looks at a trophy they won.

“Hello Mary, would you like a drink?” Samuel asked her, he was tired from a busy day but he had time to put on a good impression for her. He’d had to dump her clothes in the river, lie constantly about when he’d last seen her and even apply himself to a class for once. Still this would be worth it. He watched with glee as she licked her lips at the thought, yes she would crack for simple things soon enough.

“No… Fuck off and die you bastard!” She croaked.
He shook his head, he’d heard that hesitation, that moment of consideration. “Alright then. Would you like to go the bathroom? Surely you don’t want to make this place even worse.”

Her bowels and bladder both clenched at that. That was a more immediate ache, she could tell herself all she liked about how long a person can go without drinking, but her body made it very clear it needed to evacuate.

“Fine… Yes, I would,” she admitted as she glared at him.

“Ask me for it, like a lady should,” the tiger smiled wide enough to show every tooth.

Her stomach churned with bile but not as bad as her gut squirmed. “I would like. To go, to the bathroom,” she said with gritted teeth.

“No, I told you to ask me, ask me like a lady.”

“Please,” she bit the inside of her mouth “Let me use, the bathroom.” The bastard was getting off on this, she could see his bulge from the bed.

Samuel’s tail raised a little to see his lessons sinking in. He knew she could do it. He removed the key from his belt and unlocked the door, reaching around to retrieve a bucket which she stared at in disbelief. “I’ll give you a moment, a lady should have privacy,” he said as he placed it within reach of her chains before stepping clear and turning away.

“You can’t be fucking serious!? A bucket! You want me to go in a fucking bucket!?”

“Well I can’t start dragging you about the house like that, just be done with it and we can move on to more pleasant things.”

She looked from his turned muscular back to the door to the bucket and back to him. Would she really lower herself that far? Fuck it, yes, so what if it was a fucking bucket, she’d pissed in worse places, and the other part… well fuck it. When she was done she asked simply asked for toilet paper.

“Try again,” He wished he could look at her right now but he was good to his word.

“Toilet paper, please, or do you want me stinking of shit all the time.”

It was good enough, he gave her toilet paper and when she was done the bucket was removed. The logistics of handling and disposing of all this just starting to become apparent. Ah well the price he paid for being a good friend and future husband. He faced her again, she was still beautiful in this state, like raw gemstone waiting to be cut.

“Well then Mary, would you like some water?” He asked again.

“Yes… Please let me have water,” she asked. This much give was enough, what was a kind word against being alive long enough to see his smug face in prison.

“Very good Mary,” his voice rumbled appreciatively as he retrieved the water bottle from before, he unscrewed it first and took a sip. Maybe that was a little cruel of him but she had made him wait for this simple thing. “It’s good water, pure and crisp unlike tap water. Even simple things like this will be better with me.”

“You going to brag and let me die of thirst?” Mary growled before she could help herself She’d played along, now she was owed that damn overpriced H2O.

That spark of rebelliousness he saw in her eyes was too much. She’d have to show she truly understood this before she earned her reward. He grabbed the slack of chain again and tugged her back against the wall “Now Mary, I’m being generous. I understand you’ve been raised poorly but you must show willing,” she growled at that but he would not be deterred. “However I’ll still let you drink,” he hitched the slack to a peg and walked closer to his bound wild wife to be, raising the bottle towards her while her hands were trapped out of reach.

She got the message and leaned in, mouth open a little to let him pour the water in. Instead he teased her with but a taste. A splash of the life giving fluid passing her lips and washing over her tongue before he pulled it away.

“There, that’s good isn’t it. Would you like more?”

“Yes, god fuck yes!” She croaked at having been teased so, the taste just enough to tell her how much she needed it.

He smiled, he had her, he could have what ever he wanted from her. She would do anything for a little more of his generosity. He looked over her and saw all he wanted, all that potential that made him so unbearably, uncontrollably unrefined. Just another taste of her wouldn’t hurt, he thought as he stroked her leg.

She shivered and pulled her leg away, clenching her thighs together as she grimaced at remembered and on going pains. Ah, of course, in his uncontrolled state he’d gone a little too far… Besides such things should be a reward for good behaviour. Samuel settled on an alternative means to make her work for her reward. He stood off the bed and walked away, causing her to shout out for the water. He unlatched the chain again to let her move more freely before setting the water on the floor at his feet.

“Come to me Mary,” he said simply, his arousal growing within his pants at the thought of what she would do for him. After only a moments hesitation she did as told, stepping off the bed and walking towards him till she was just in front of the powerful tiger. He could smell her and while the odour was beginning to be unpleasant there was a bestial quality to it he wanted to remember. The smell of her at her wildest.

His hand went to his belt and began to unbuckle it, “Kneel down and show me how much you appreciate my kindness.” She looked up into his amber eyes and saw the twisted pleasure there, just as he saw the disbelieving revulsion in her blues. They stared at one another as his trousers hit the floor. She continued to glare and he tugged the chain again to remind her that at a moments notice he could pull her back and take the water away. 

Then, to his great joy, she knelt. When down on her knees he knew he had her completely, this would be simple, she was eager to learn to please, to become what she was meant to be. He watched in glee as she didn’t just go to lick him, but opened her muzzle to embrace him, her head moving forward slowly to welcome him to the pleasure he deserved. The warmth of her mouth couldn’t compare to her other pleasures but then all of her was his, all of her would please him. Her tongue guided him to the back, till she was over half his length deep before she stopped, before she…

Before she bit.
Down.
Hard!

This fucking bastard! This arrogant, stupid bastard! He let her get her fucking teeth on his cock!? Now it was time to make him scream!

And scream he did, the shock of near six-hundred PSI of force latched on behind the gripping teeth of a predator designed to tear its kill apart. He bellowed and swatted her with a paw, all thoughts of civility forgotten at the scything agony that gripped and ripped at him. As his blow connected his claws raked her hard enough to cut, to send blood flowing, to scar her for life. But not hard enough to dislodge her, all it did was push her to the side, taking his cock with as ligament began to tear, bringing even greater pain to his body as a cold flame lanced and cut through him. He hung on the chain but that just pulled her teeth with her, the grip on his wounded pride never slacking.

And then, she shook. Like a terrier with a rat, like a fox with a rabbit. Like a wolf with a fucking grudge! She shook and she snarled as she did it, her left eye was blind with blood but that didn’t matter, her mouth was full of blood and she wanted more, she wanted to hear him scream and mewl more. She shook her head hard and bit down harder, desperate muscle strength driving her on to hear more satisfaction from the pathetic shrieking cat that was reduced far more by her bite than he had broken her with a whole day. Thick flesh tore and ripped and split and then… then there was the crunch of delicate bone snapping.

His yowl of complete and total pain ended as shock hid him from the horror of his unmanning, his unmaking, he fell, he crumpled like a sack of spoiled meat.

Blood dripping from her face, the she-wolf knelt a moment more with her trophy in her jaw. Her body was on fire, her heart raced and a song of satisfaction left her as she chuckled, then laughed and then spat the useless limp organ aside to land in the remains of her vomit from before. 

Mary had him! Her captor, her slaver, her supposed destined partner was a dick-less heap on the floor, bleeding from a wound she had no intention of staunching. 

Carefully, using a foot paw here or there to shift it a little closer, she picked up her god damned water.

“You’re right,” she said as satisfaction raced through her with every drop, “Tastes fucking great Sam.”

It took far too long to fish the keys from his belt and even longer to fight to get the handcuffs open. But time was a thing she had. Samuel wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. The door was next, then the trip up the stairs. Her first sight of daylight in over twenty-four hours was blinding and breathtaking. She took a pair of trousers from his closet and one of his shirts, he had had good taste at least, then exited the suburban house in time to hear the sirens. The herald of a new day.

***

An Epilogue,

Mary would receive medical attention but never lose the scar over her eye, a physical reminder of what had happened to accompany the memory that would last her whole life. Therapy, friends and family would help, but her life had been remade down there, a new purpose cut into her by clumsy paws.

The police didn’t have too hard a time investigating the matter, young women leaves club drunk accompanied by a very noticeable and describable man. Same man swears he returned her home only for CCTV to show he never went back to her dorms. The evidence was overwhelming, the room, the injuries, the testimony, not even the most highly paid lawyer could plead for innocence, only for lighter sentence.

And a lawyer he needed, because Samuel did not bleed to death, emergency services made it in time to save his life, if not his pride. The jagged wounds of a she-wolf’s teeth destroyed so much of his cock that what could be re-attached was truncated and deformed. A revenge that would last the rest of his life.

Jack continued to be a good boy and try to look out for his friend. Eventually he got a deed poll to change his name so people would stop making fun of the scots border terrier.

***

Thank you for finishing this primal scream of mine, this little journey into karmic retribution for the various characters I’ve read that deserved it.

Again this is not to call people out, or shame or accuse, if you enjoy such material then you are free to do so. Any resemblance to characters from other works is entirely incidental, I’ve just used the broad tropes I’ve read. I can’t recall one in which the villain of the piece is a tiger but I’d made the protagonist a wolf so I felt the difference was needed.

So here it is, my personal little therapy to exercise some demons of mine. I hope some enjoyment was gained from someone, but if not then… Well it’s already served its purpose.