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She-Wolf

By: Phoebe_Magus



The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a sweet tune. The early evening was closing in and the moon was mounting; the farm labourers came from their outdoor chores and were assembling in the large hall, which gave space for a degree or more of partiers.

A number of the men were occupied in carving up the meat, and to these were ceded the best place and light; others were drinking or dancing with the women and jingling to the tune of the violin. The women, mostly middle aged, were organising and placing the table for the banquet that would last the whole night. This was my first banquet, seeing as I came to age a few months ago. Children of a certain age were not allowed to participate after midnight.

My friend Nadia was there in the corner, she kept watching me all the time with a brutal expression on her face. She was nine years my senior and, like me, nobody had invited her to dance. Maybe it was because most men feared her intimidating appearance. Her face was so muscular-like and her temper so violent she scared people away. She behaved, dressed and hunted like a man.

There were rumours that she'd finally found someone to marry her. It made me happy, because my father had told me he'd found a suitable candidate for me too. Maybe Nadia and I could get married on the same day.

She could have been married sooner if she didn't behave so much like an Amazon. She had sworn she'd only marry a man who could defeat her in an arm wrestle. Whoever he might be, her new husband had to be a colossus. I had seen Nadia take on five men at once and win.

Nadia stood well over six-foot tall, a lot taller than the average village male, and was magnificently pulsating and muscled from head to toe. Her skin was tanned a dark bronze, both from the hot sun as well as the hours of ploughing the fields. Her figure was still quite shapely, and curvaceous.

I'd say she was very beautiful. I was about the only friend she truly had in the entire village; I was also the only one who could say more than three words to her without her losing her temper.

However, tonight I was feeling uncomfortable by her glare and I hoped that one of the boys would ask me to dance. I expected to see Gabriel at the banquet, but he wasn't here. These past few months he'd been courting me and soon he'd probably ask my father for my hand in marriage. I was at that age when I was ready to start my own family.

I didn't understand why nobody invited me until I saw her. Nadia curled a vicious snarl at any of the boys who dared to look at me. Her look had become positively frightening and I was thinking about telling my father about it. My father was the only one whom Nadia respected, because he was the village leader.

Everybody looked at me strangely as though they knew something I didn't. They deliberately avoided me.

Near me were some children playing hopscotch and running around. Some of the boys were peeking under the skirts of women, and I questioned if my brother might one day do the same at their age. My mother walked towards me and handed me a silver chalice to drink from.

"Drink Ligia," she told me. "It'll help."

I asked her what it is, but there was a mysterious smile on her face. I only drank half the content but she obliged me to drink it all. The sweet tasting liquid has left me dizzy and I had become submissive of myself.

The hall had now divided themselves into two groups of people and no one was dancing anymore. The music had stopped and I saw my father ushering my mother to take the children to bed. For some reason they are all asleep as if drugged.

The lamp in its centre burns with the light of the candles. Those farthest from the fire had direct heat from two braziers filled with glowing wood coals, replenished from time to time from the generous fireplace. My cheeks were rosy red from the flickers of the immense fire, and my mind scarcely prevailed beyond the limits of my consciousness.

That drink my mother gave me has left me weary; there is a strange friction in my blood; a desolate absence in my brain. Familiar objects and faces had grown repugnant to me. I wanted to be alone. I was in that state of mind when complete repudiation of the general public was a necessity.

I walked out of the hall to breathe some air when I heard the doors bolt closed behind me. I began to think that my mother might have poisoned me with that drink. I endured a fire burn within me which I had never before felt in my life. The fire was burning in the pit of my stomach and moving downwards towards my crotch.

I rubbed my pussy against the wooden doorpost and it sent electrifying sensations through me. It helped a little bit, but it was not by far what I needed. I don't understand what had happened to me. I simply couldn't help myself.

I tried to clear my mind, but the craving was worse. My dress was too thick and wide for the doorpost to ease this strange itch. I tried to rub harder, but to no avail.

All around my pelvic region was on fire. My breath got hotter and I started to salivate. I forced myself to stop and took a deep breath. The cool air helped me feel better.

Then, from out of the shadows into the flickering light of the oil lamp came somebody stealthy. I startled horribly, because initially I thought it was a wolf. The mystery being was a person who walked on two legs and was incredibly tall. That partially put my mind to rest.

I was startled to discover the sight of Nadia. She wore a wolf's skin over her head, but was naked from head to toe and smeared with mud. Between her legs hung a massive wooden like phallus that was nearly as thick as my wrist. It was almost horse sized and her eyes looked unforgiving. She gave one quick glance up into my face, muttered something, a growl, I think, and towered over me like a gigantic bull.

"You have seasoned well," snarled Nadia squeezing breast. "Your mother didn't approve of this but ..."

"Nadia!" I cried horrified. "What do you think you're doing?"

Her only response was to slap me and blood gushed from my lip. She then forcefully pulled me by my arm and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away violently disgusted by her filthy behaviour.

"I'm telling my father about this!" I threatened.

"Who do you think sent me here?" She circled me like a she-wolf in heat. "You are my betrothed."

"What are you talking about?" I stared horrified. "My father would never do that, besides ... You're a woman!"

"No little one." She curled a wicked smiled on her face. "You are the woman, you are my little bitch."

"I thought we were friends!" I bellowed. "Why are you doing this?"

"I take what I want," she ripped off my girdle and flounced skirt as if it were paper. "I want you."

I stood before her completely naked and I covered my breasts in shame. I felt the silence ensue. It was a thing still more awful than any amount of her vulgar discourse; I held my breath and stepped delicately back; planting my foot carefully and firmly, after balancing in a precarious way and almost toppling over. I turned around and banged forcefully on the door, and presently the heads of the villagers were thrust from windows.

Nadia spun me around and placed to fingers in my pussy and removed them. They were full of my juices as she sucked them greedily. It shamed me to admit it but I rather enjoyed Nadia sticking her fingers into my love hole.

"Mmm," she observed my pussy. "You will be a good wife!"

"Stop that!" I slapped her hard on the face. "I will never be your wife!"

"I knew you'd fight me," she laughed. "I wouldn't want you any other way."

My arousal wasn't due to Nadia. I figured that it must've been that diabolical drink mother gave me. Why had my family done this to me?

"Father! Mother!" I cried desperately on the door. "Save me!"

"Run Ligia" warned my father. "The wolf is after you!"

His words came a little slowly and deliberately, as though he spoke in a contemptuous tone of voice. I hesitated, and stopped, as though I were expecting everything to be some tasteless joke, for lack of a better word.

Nadia approached me from behind and squeezed my breasts hard. Her enthusiasm for my body excited me to some degree, but it also inspired dread into me. There was something portentous about this young, bright, powerful woman planning to ravish me. Nadia's aspect was frightening. My fear granted me strength beyond my normal capability and I pushed her onto the ground.

So I ran forward, plunging through the darkness and knocking over whatever blocked my way. I ran towards the woods passed the fir trees at an enormous risk of getting lost. There was no grass in this area, only ample rough vegetation. The valley itself was enclosed by unpleasant hills; no one would come to my rescue.

I ran, for that was all I could do, but I could not stop; Nadia was chasing me with her colossal wooden phallus strapped between her legs. I was a virgin, but I needn't much imagination to figure what Nadia intended to with it. So I splashed rapidly through the mud seeking safety in the forest.

Nadia quickened her pace and I felt her gaining on me like a predator. I judged her speed as admirable; it was a gloating security in her own excelling and enduring efforts of speed that I felt that I'd never outrun her. I hid watching from behind a tree Nadia howling furiously at the moon. Her hands were balled into fists and punched the empty air outraged that I'd escaped.

Never had I heard my heart race so hurriedly and loudly. Nadia gazed upon the ground looking for any tracks which I might have left behind. She was the best huntress in the village. I discovered that I found myself put to the test as never had I been before in any chase.

I took another step back, with the same caution and the same risk; then another and another, and then ... a twig snapped under my foot! My breath stopped and Nadia listened. There was no sound; the stillness was perfect for her to discover me. Her patience was measureless and I in my eagerness to flee denounced my position.

She saw me and emerged like a she-wolf to attack its prey. I pick up and turned nimbly on my heels and flew. Nadia swirled about and leapt to the right, and I, unprepared for so prompt a lurch, found myself knocked off my feet. I heard her laugh and shout of sheer exhilaration of catching her prey.

There was an eighth of a ton on me, mostly bone and muscle, crushing my tiny body, I was easy pickings and unable to budge the bulk over me.

She had landed so hard that the wind was blown out of me, and with such tremendous impulsion, that I hadn't enough initial stability to take the impact and bring myself back on my feet. I went down like a leaf, she on top of me, laughing with mud on her face, pinning my shoulders down and sucking my sensitive nipples.

"That's it!" She moaned pleased. "Squirm and fight it all the way! Resist me!"

She picked me up, raising me to heights I'd never been before, and there she stood erect. She placed my legs over her shoulders and began to suck at my hole as her tongue plunged in and out, until I cried out as the waves of passion overwhelmed me. I forcefully battered her head with my fists but it was if I were hitting solid rock. I ripped the wolf skin off her head in fury, but my resistance was only making her wilder and more eager.

To my horror I felt myself getting wetter and wanted nothing more than for Nadia to continue, but I needed to fight her. She slowed down, gently lapping up all of my sweet nectar, not leaving a drop to be wasted.

Her strength was incredible in the way she held me in the air with my legs over her shoulders. It was if I weighed nothing to her. She engulfed my clit into her mouth and sucked on it until I could feel it swelling in her mouth. Then as she sucked it, she began to flick it with her tongue; with each flick sending another spasm through my body. She kept her hands wrapped tightly around my hips to keep me from kicking off in a moment of passion.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and ran towards the town hall with me in her lap. She stormed down the doors with an incredible ease. Inside were the village elders, my family and all the other adult inhabitants.

They were completely naked and chanting around a statue which had an enormous erect penis. There was a mischievous grin on the statue and it was human-size.

Nadia raised me over her head as if I were a trophy and roared like a wolf. She paraded me around in display to the whole audience.

"She's my wench!" She shook me violently in the air. "She's mine! I conquered her!"

She placed my body upon a white blanket, which I assumed the villagers had placed there. They were all in conformity with what Nadia was doing to me; my father, my mother, all of the elders was in agreement. They had betrayed me to this savage woman.

"Mother? Father?" I looked at them. "What going on?"

"You're getting married to Nadia," answered my father.

"Don't worry darling," spoke my naked grandmother. "Nobody will judge you."

I rolled my eyes back as Nadia engulfed my breast whole into her mouth. Then she looked at me with wild lustful eyes and greased her wooden-like phallus with olive oil. An expression of horror radiated from my face. Nadia was definitely enjoying this, because her pussy was dripping with her own love juices.

"Maybe you should use a smaller phallus," my mother hinted mercifully.

"My wench can handle what I give her," Nadia snarled. "She is strong!!"

"She is smaller than you are," spoke my mother. "Be gentle with her, please."

She pulled my legs apart and passed her long finger between my dripping pussy and showed my mother my juices. I felt so ashamed at the revelation.

"I'll do it slowly!" Nadia agreed.

She slowly penetrated my wet pussy and I bit down on my tongue preventing myself from screaming. My little cunt was wet enough to let the cock tip to slid into me. Nadia was breathing tremendously fast and was trying to spread my legs even further as she penetrated my warm inviting cunt. I shrieked out loud and Nadia suddenly stopped.

"I sorry Ligia," she finally looked at me tenderly. "I'm sometimes a brute and I don't think of the consequences ..."

"Don't stop now!" I opened my legs wider. "I beg you!"

"I'll use a smaller cock."

"Don't you dare!" I threatened. "If you do that I'll hate you forever!"

"Very well," she French kissed me. "Bite down on my shoulder if it helps."

I bit down hard on her shoulder but she paid it no mind. My knees trembled with fear and my heart pumped with anxiety of losing my virginity to her, but it felt like the right thing to do. Each stroke inside me went deeper and then I began to grab her asscheeks. I'd finally surrendered and urged her to go deeper, faster and much harder.

I made soft moans with every entrance and then a loud noise in pain as she forced her wooden phallus deep inside me with a fraction of the force she could gather, tearing my hymen and making me a virgin no more.

A tiny amount of blood trickled out of me and I felt a little pain. She thrust it in again, a little harder this time and the phallus entered our pussies at the same time. Repeatedly pushing in me, her cock widened at my aching pussy. Her phallus was rather large and the penetrations made its very presence in my pussy a mind shattering cycle of animal induced pain.

The phallus on her side was buried deep inside her pussy, but my pussy was still too tight for a deeper penetration. I raised my hips to allow another inch in me. I peered up at my lover and saw the gaze of lust in her eyes. At that moment in time I silently swore to please her. I'd have no other lover than her.

I grabbed her by the ass and took the phallus down another inch in my pussy, this time more powerfully, almost violently, taking Nadia by surprise. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch to their elastic limit. This satisfied her enough to allow her to enter me a little more.

She placed my legs over her shoulders and slowly pushed in, pausing briefly when she felt me tense. After she had gotten half the cock inside me, she began to withdraw, then push back inside, easing in even more. After several minutes of careful and tender stroking, she was finally all the way in.

Pausing briefly, Nadia then began pumping in and out, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. My tight pussy felt like a moist glove. Nadia knew I wouldn't last longer at this rate, but she was besieged with lust. She began to pump in and out faster and faster, till she felt her own juice smearing the wooden phallus being drawn out of her cunt.

The phallus was completely concealed inside our cunts. Nadia reached around me and began massaging her clit against mine, rubbing it hard and fast in an effort to help us cum more quickly.

When I felt the Nadia's pussy juices splashing against my pussy, it sent me over the edge to one last shattering climax. I held Nadia tight with my legs, still moving, still in the convulsions of my orgasm. I knew that the phallus would never grow soft and shrivel, yet I was nearly spent. I pressured my cunt onto hers as long as I possibly could with the cock wedged between us. I finally sighed with contentment, and let my legs fall from her shoulders. The phallus fell from our cunts with a pop.

Nadia got up and picked me up with only one arm at her side. She wasn't finished with me yet. She possessed the strength and power of a bull. She'd stop making love to me only when she'd had enough.

"Remember our deal" said Nadia to my parents and to all the villagers. "She's my wife."

She took me to the privacy of her hut and continued to pound my pussy throughout the night non-stop. Finally, into the dawn, she straddled my face and forced me to suck on her clit. She swivelled her pussy movements to match my tongue. She began to thrust wildly, nearly suffocating me, offering her female juices. I sucked greedily on the throbbing clit, feeling it expand in breadth as her cuntjuice burst like a dam into my mouth and face. I licked her nectar from her cunt lips and then from her inner thigh. She was proud of me.

Only when all the energy had drained from Nadia's body did she collapse into my arms and pressed her face into my bosom and began to cry. The emotional intensity of what had happened, and indeed of our mysterious marriage, welled up in her and I soothed her profuse tears.

The weight of her body was nearly crushing, but I enjoyed having her over me. I felt protected from the world. Never had I been so happy, so rewarded. My lover held me tight with her muscular arms, comforting me and nurturing me as only I knew she could do.

For the next two days we made love like there was no tomorrow and nobody bothered us during that time. Only on the third day did Nadia leave to go to work. My mother came to visit me. There was a terrible sense of guilt in her eyes.

"I have some explaining to do," she confessed.

Every year the villagers celebrated the transition of a new season according to ancient pagan customs. At midnight they would drug the children and send them to bed early. The adults, old and young, would all participate in a sexual orgy in celebration of a new harvest. Although we were Christians, this particular tradition managed to survive.

"What does this have to do with me and Nadia," I asked.

Nadia had been a difficult person even as a child; and finding a husband for her was proving an impossible feat. All of her contenders were systematically beaten to a pulp. She wouldn't let any man touch her. The villagers would have left her as a spinster, but she was becoming more aggressive. The elders knew her problem was an excess of sexual energy, but how were they to solve her problem?


She Wolf



Hello everyone,

I am challenging myself to write multiple stories in various categories. Here is my first attempt at Nonhuman. So please read and enjoy. All feedback and comments are welcome. But please refrain from insulting derogatory statements. Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoy.

Keep on going, and the chances are that you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it. I never heard of anyone ever stumbling on something sitting down. ~Charles F. Kettering

*

Nina Daniels missed her kids. She missed them terribly. For over twenty years she had been their sole provider, but now they were grown and the girls had moved away. She was now talking to her oldest daughter, Celia; the one who bore the biggest load out of all three kids.

"Momma, please." Celia stated, exasperated with her mother. "I know you mean well, but I'm fine. I have friends, and I'm not lonely." Every Sunday it was the same. Since she'd moved to Louisiana, her mother worried. Celia was a naturally shy person and didn't make friends easily. She had secrets. So this meant that she had to be vigilant or her entire family would be hurt. As a young girl, she learned to keep secrets. After they had left her hometown, she knew no one could know what she really was.

"You know I worry. Have you gone to the pack in that area and asked for asylum?" She inquired, knowing that her kids didn't trust anyone anymore. After what happened a long time ago and the cool reception they received from the Loess Alphas, she knew they would be reluctant to ask to join any other pack.

Nina realized the kids were confused and scared, especially Celia. Her little girl had so many questions. Nina knew that Celia hadn't understood why they had to move. One day she and her siblings were happy little pups, enjoying each other as well as the other were-children in their tight nit community. Celia, like the other girls and boys- went to classes, helped around the compound, and even looked forward to being around Madam Alpha. 

She didn't know that Celia had heard the last argument she and Benson had. However, she had. When she came home, she hated that her child saw her bruised and covered in blood. She stood stoically and told her what she needed done. "Celia, pack. We may have to leave."

Nina showered, dressed, and was escorted to the Alpha home by two betas. Listening to her children cry as she was led away broke her heart. Celia huddled with her brother and younger sisters, trying to tell them not to be scared when she herself was terrified. Eventually Nina came home, sadly broken. "Where's Daddy?" Celia asked. She didn't answer. She simply commanded, "Celia, get our bags. Help me with the babies, because we have to go."

Nina could not fall apart. She had to push the anger and hurt down to care for her family. For a few months, Nina and her kids traveled from California to somewhere south. They arrived in Pueblo, New Mexico hungry, tired, and defeated. Not being a part of the local pack, they were considered trespassers. Nina requested asylum, and was forced to work for them in exchange for meager protection. 

As an Omega, Nina was used to hard work, but she wasn't accustomed to the level of abuse she was forced to endure. She'd heard of packs like this, but really didn't believe they existed.

Nina worked for the Jael Pack for months. She was obedient, submissive, and humble. 

The first night one of the males, Joe, approached her and demanded that she please him, Nina outright refused. She was not a pack member and he had no right to ask that of her. Joe was furious. Who was this uppity bitch? She can't refuse me. 

"Bitch, you refuse me. Do you know who I am? I'm Beta in this pack. One word from me to my Alpha, and you and your three bastards are out." He hissed angrily. Fist clenched, eyes blaring, Joe continues his verbal assault on the much smaller wolf. "We took you and those brats in. We fed you, gave you shelter, provided clothes for you, and yet, you refuse me. Listen little bitch, you're giving me what I want."

He grabbed her. Nina fought. She screamed, kicked, bit, but he was too strong. No one came to help her. No one cared. At the end she was forced to kneel before him as he used her body to his own satisfaction. Tears streaming down her face, wetting her bruised cheeks as he violated her taking the one thing she held sacred, her virtue. 

Joe was rough and unapologetic. He didn't care that she bled, because nothing would happen to him. When he finished, he forced her to lick her fluids and blood from his flaccid, glistening shaft. After she cleaned him, he shoved her out of the door and sent her home. As she was leaving, he reminded her of whom and what she was. She wasn't a pack member, so she was free game. 

Since she and her brats were pack less, he could do whatever he pleased. He finished with her and ordered her home. For a moment, Joe felt guilty. He knew he was wrong, but Nina had too much pride. She had to be broken. Nothing else they did to her in the pack seemed to affect her. So he took the one thing she had left, her body.

He'd go to his Alphas and confess his crime, and if they demanded he mate with the bitch, he would. Joe didn't want a mate. Mates carried with them too much baggage, but if it was required, he'd do it. Soon, he fell asleep without a second thought of the woman he'd mistreated.

The next day, Nina got up, dressed her pups, and sent them off to their training. Although she wasn't a pack member, the pack treated the kids as if they were. Her children were adjusting. Before they left, Celia looked at her Mother. "Momma, are you OK? You seem different."

Nina lied. "I'm fine Celia. I want you to be a good girl today. Learn all you can, OK." She hugged her daughter as she walked out the door.

Celia knew something was wrong, but Momma wouldn't tell her. She'd try to protect her, but she couldn't. Celia hated this pack. They were cruel and hateful to them, but for now they had to stay. BJ and Kyra were too small to travel. As she walked to the mess hall to start her day, Ralph, a lower beta stopped her.

"Hey pretty girl," he leered at Celia, smiling as he spoke. Damn, she will be a beauty when she grows up. Too bad she's young, or I'd try her out today. Even though they weren't really pack members, it was ingrained in all wolves to not abuse children. So as tantalizing as the young girl was, he wouldn't touch her. But when she turned eighteen, she was his.

Celia shuddered and walked on past him, BJ and Kyra close to her side. She wanted to tell Momma about him, but she had enough to deal with. She couldn't add to her burdens. Besides, she was sure he wouldn't try anything, she was underage. So for now she was safe.

Nina went to work the next day and held her head high. The other females stared at her; she knew everyone was aware of what happened the night before. The lower Omegas in the pack, were sympathetic, they even took part of her work load for the day. They encouraged her to stand strong, not so much with words, but their actions. She felt no shame. She had to provide for her pups. And if she had to be with these wolves to do that, then so be it. 

She wasn't the only female these men used, but she was the new favorite for them. So for several months, Joe and his buddy Ralph used Nina to fuel their sexual fantasy. Nina learned not to fight them. 

One night she worked late and when she came home, she found Ralph and two other wolves standing outside of her small abode. The gleam in his eye as he watched her young daughter alarmed Nina. It was time to go. She wished she could go to the Alpha bitch, but knew it would serve no purpose. She went home that night and packed a light case for them to carry. She hid it and told Celia where to find it if the need ever arose and they had to run.

Nina hated it. She hated being so vulnerable. She knew they protected the children, but then again, these wolves had no respect for anyone that was not one of them. She was aware of Ralph's attraction ton her daughter, and she told Celia that if he ever tried anything, please tell her.

Celia nodded, but Nina knew she might not say anything. One morning the kids left for training, and BJ and Kyra ran back home screaming that a man took Celia. Nina's heart froze and she took off. When she reached the area where Celia was snatched, Joe had attacked Ralph and freed her daughter. 

"Nina, I apologize for this. We do not condone anything that harms a child. Your children are safe here. Ralph is dead. I killed him. He knew not to touch a child. He will never bother you or them again." Joe explained.

Joe looked at the woman he'd used and realized that she was a strong wolf. He forced her and her kids in the position to be misused by pack members. He had to fix this and tonight he'd talk to the alphas and then he'd inform her that they'd mate. Nina looked at Joe's face and she knew. He'd decided to mate with her. She didn't want another mate, especially one that was as cruel as him. After Ralph was taken care of, Joe met with the Alpha. The Alpha reluctantly approved the mating. If the female agreed, then he wished his Beta the best.

Joe walked to Nina's home and informed her of their potential mating. Tonight the pack would run, but the next day, the two of them would mate. That night during a pack gathering, Nina took her three kids and ran. She couldn't get far with little money, but she had to get her children away from that place. Destiny seemed to plot against the young mother who'd lost so much. Once they cleared the compound and made it to town, they had to hide until she could secure tickets on a bus. Where to, she had no idea; but she had to protect her pups, and despite Joe's promise, her kids were not safe there. 

The first night, they hid in an alley. The next day, Nina found an abandoned building that they could hide out in. The other Omegas in the packed helped as much as they could. A few managed to hide food and helped her pack it so she and the kids could eat. It wasn't much, but for several days, they survived on dried fruits and nuts. 

When the food was almost out, Nina told Celia to keep the young ones quiet while she found a way to earn some money. Her first few days in hiding, Joe and the other Thetas in the pack searched the city for them. Nina was terrified. She knew Joe considered her his mate, and he would be extremely brutal if he found her. She had to protect her pups; she had to stay hidden.

Several days passed and the patrols lessened. With three hungry pups, and being desperate for food, Nina walked around early that morning asking to clean parking lots, wash windows, anything for whatever the people would be willing to pay her. She had no luck; then she walked up to a local shop and asked if they needed someone to clean. She was willing to do anything to earn extra cash. The owner took one look at her and saw a woman who was desperate. He'd pay for her services, but he didn't need her to clean.

Nina knew what he wanted. Joe and Ralph in the pack she had run from had forced her several times to copulate with them on a daily basis. It was when Celia was in danger, that she knew she had to go. Feeling disgusted already, Nina followed the man to the backroom in his restaurant. 

"Undress," he ordered. "Show me what I'm paying for."

As much as she hated it, Nina undressed in front of him. His mouth salivated, with drool running into is scraggly red beard. Grabbing her roughly, he shoved her down and forced her to her hands and knees. He then spit on his fingers to lubricate her before pushing his thick cock inside of her. He had no mercy on her, as he buried himself deep within her. 

Nina closed her eyes and endured his rutting. He was vile and loud, but he was also human. He ordered her to moan as he pounded her roughly from behind. Having spent months servicing Joe and Ralph, she moaned and praised his prowess as a man. Soon she felt him stiffen and his cock jerked, shooting short ropes of cum deep inside her. He then pulled out of her and threw one hundred dollars at her. He told her his wife was coming in and she had to go.

She took the money, dressed, and left. She was hoping that with this money she'd be able to get her kids away from this place, but first they had to eat. She walked to a local diner and ordered a quick breakfast for her kids. The waitress took her money and gave her the change. While waiting for her food, she went to the restroom and freshened up. She wanted to wash away the memory of the monster she'd just been with; the memory of him touching her body. She knew her kids might scent him, and that made her feel even worse. When she came out of the restroom, she sat in a booth and waited, praying no one from the pack would notice her. 

Soon the waitress called out that her order was ready. She picked it up, thanked the waitress, and quickly exited the restaurant to avoid drawing attention to herself. When she made it back to the alley where she had hid her little ones, she opened the bags to discover that the waitress never took the money; she put it in the bag with a note. I know you're running and I know why. I don't blame you. I hope this helps you find someplace safe and I won't tell anybody I saw you. Nina looked at the money as tears gathered in her eyes. Silently, she thanked the she wolf at that restaurant that gave her this gift.

That evening, after sunset, Nina went to buy four tickets only to find she didn't have enough money. So she had to finds a way to earn even more cash. The thought of being used by another man turned her stomach, but if that's what she had to do to get away, she'd do it. Distressed and despondent, she began to feel all was lost. Nina held her children close as she wept silently. If she had not done what she had done, they would be safe, at home. Nina shook herself, she couldn't deal with that right now, they had to survive. And when you were in survival mode, you did whatever you had to do. 

Celia sensed her mother's distress and hugged her a little tighter. Then they both heard a sound. The sound jarred Nina's broken spirit into action. She had no idea, but she and her kids were about to get some help from the least likely of places and the strangest of all creatures. 

They were huddled in an abandoned building contemplating, when Nina and Celia heard a girl scream. Peering through a crack in the wall, she saw a sight that made her blood boil.

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 So ends Chapter One. I hope you enjoyed this story. If so let me know and if not tell me why. This is a new genre for me and I know I have a lot of growing to do. Thank you again for reading. IR2R