6 comments/ 18775 views/ 2 favorites Taming the Beast By: vixxenFoxdragon The scent of freshly turned earth and decay drifted to her from the north, and she followed its lead. New moon darkness sheltered her from mundane eyes as she wound her way between buildings and past cars, parked silently on the streets. All was dark, all was quiet, and as she passed the mundane pets inside their humans' houses listened for her departure. She was the night, she was the darkness, and she was the wolf. She searched for the dark ones, the evil ones, the dead ones, to return them to their graves before they took away the brightness of clean life. She sought out such a one tonight. The scent of death and lonely grew stronger and the chill of the air ruffled through her fur. It was another club, fool humans dancing about the street pickled in putrid drink and naked as they could get within the laws. The monster had come here to feed, and she must abandon her safety once again to kill it. She shifted behind a dumpster, pain and joy rocking her bones and flesh until she was once again a human girl, compact and muscular but with plump curves. She carried a small pack around her neck for times such as this, and now she took out her filmy black dress to wear amongst the humans. They would never notice her feet...few humans ever did. Tossing her hair, now long and shining darkness spilling down her back, she practiced her pout for a moment and went to stand in line, palms itching to slap the mundane aside and barge in, find the killer and stop him cold. Ahhh but rules is rules, her mundane mind told her. She hated the voice of reason, of humanity, and avoided it as much as she could by keeping four paws on the ground. When she must walk on two legs, she always hummed a tune, hoping to drown out human thoughts. Now at the head of the line, waiting behind silly ropes, she fidgeted, anxious to get this part over with. The brawny man at the door pretended to peruse a list, making marks where he felt appropriate. She could feel his eyes on her, examining her curves, and she barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Humans were such a pestilence. They proliferated upon the earth until nothing was left but genetic material wrapped in skin. Still she knew the game, and boldly she uncrossed her arms. She posed with hands on hips, letting her impatience show along with her pointed nipples, unfettered under her thin black dress. The poor fool human need no more encouragement, or identification, as he unhooked the flimsy little rope and waved her inside. As a reward, she wiggled her behind at him as she walked past. Once inside she fought to keep her sanity within the noise and smells and sheer desperation of this madhouse. How humans could stand to do this to themselves she would never know. As best she could, she began to search. There was a loft, it was the first thing she noticed, and most likely he was there, but it would be folly not to search the ground floor. From one corner to the other she pushed her way past humans dancing, in various stages of undress and intoxication. Some ignored her, some were incapable of awareness, and some were affronted by her disregard. None of them mattered to her, other than that they live to spread their pestilence. It was her duty to protect them, not to love them. There was no back door, and for that she was grateful, but she was sure there was at least one fire escape. The bathrooms were both clear, he hadn't even been in them, and she left no stone unturned. The manager had been annoyed at her drunken act, and she was pretty sure he hadn't bought it, but she had checked the office. She was satisfied. Up the spiral staircase, women dancing lewdly as she pushed past. They huffed and glared, as if she had ruined their chances of finding a mate. Annoyance clouded her mind for a split second before she refocused on her search for the dead thing that threatened her world. There, the smell again, stronger, as if he had lingered at the top of the stairs a moment. She would find him, she would kill him. She would disappear into the night. She scanned the crowd, so many faces bright and living...where was the one face, the one cold-eyed monster for which she sought? His eyes would be dark and glassy, his skin pale and cold to the touch. He would smell of earth and of sulfur, and she sniffed again to see farther than her eyes could. A glimmer, perhaps, beyond the throng, beyond the fornicating young people on couches along the walls. She searched each corner; she examined each face, just to be sure. She came to a door, marked 'employees only' and couldn't help but snort in derision. Such lies, it was the worst thing about humans. Lies made it so much more difficult to care. She listened, struggling to separate the sounds of the mass of partiers from the sounds behind the door. It seemed, though seeming was never enough, that there was no one just beyond it, that it would be safe to enter quietly. What else could she do? She had to find the beast. She had to kill it, kill it tonight. She opened the door slowly, gently, not allowing it to creak. The bright halogen lights hurt her eyes, and she kept her lashes lowered as she entered. Shelves, a counter, cleaning products, paper towels, a broom, and a door...ahhh there it was. She smiled a wicked smile, anticipation making her eager to bare her teeth. If only she could shift here, if only she could sink her teeth into the vampires flesh. The smell of death was strong behind the door, and she feared he had already claimed a victim. Still, she must do what she could, before it spread like a plague. She took the door like a sword hilt and thrust it open, taking up the exit with her body in attack position. Hands swept her up from the corner behind her, and she clawed at the frozen skin even as she saw the object of her hunt in the middle of the room, standing before an empty table. He was smiling at her. She fought tooth and nail, the unexpected vampire's grip stopping her from shifting fully, and panic rose in her heart as she realized what had happened. She had fallen into this trap. She had been his prey, not the other way around. She screamed because it was instinct, she screamed because she must, the high, desperate call echoing in the small, empty room. They took her arms and legs and shackled her to the table, cold and stiff she fought, pulling the chains until her skin was raw, until the table creaked, but no use. Damn iron! Damn magick! Damn the fate that seemed to require her shame. Tears rolled freely down her temples, and she stopped screaming, knowing there would be time enough for that later. "What will you do to me" she asked, her voice hollow with despair. The creature smiled down at her, glittering darkness brightening his face for a moment as his partner left quietly. "I'm going to make you mine." She struggled at first. His chill fingertips tore her dress down the middle, and she despaired, as she knew she wouldn't be leaving here alive. Still, she struggled because how could she give in? how could she just let it happen, let this creature take over her soul? It would be shameful, it would be wrong. So she fought, she pulled, she squirmed and twisted as he touched her gently, his cold fingertips burning into her hot skin. The iron fetters cut into her skin slightly, leaving her raw and bloody, and she didn't want to fight anymore. She didn't want to try to get away, knowing she could not. The iron held her in her human form, she couldn't escape, it was hopeless to try. When the first sharp slap landed on her thigh she jumped, her muscles clenching with surprise. When the second fell on the same spot she whimpered, trying to relax and absorb the pain. He would hurt her and she would take it. She had to show her strength. She was strong! She clenched her teeth and growled at him, and louder at his laugh. He caressed her thigh where the sting of his slap still glowed. She shivered as the sting intensified and his touch made her body warm. jShe closed her eyes against the shame. 'such a beautiful pet. So lovely, so strong, so valuable. Who would not want you for their own?' his voice was like quicksilver, slipping through her mind and into her heart, making her want....something. What did she want? Shaking her head violently she growled again. "I am no one's pet! I am a goddess in my own right! You may chain me down and destroy my flesh, but I will never belong to you!' even she was not convinced, hearing the fear in her own voice. Rage overwhelmed her, making her fight again, pull harder against her bonds. The slap fell hard across her face and she gasped in shock and pain. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she closed them once again to hide from him. "you are only strong to serve your Master. You are only lovely to please your Master. You are only your own because your Master hasn't taken you yet, girl! Never argue with me again." He began to draw his fingers lightly over her skin, tracing her collarbone, stroking her shoulders. His touch felt like frozen flames, and she quivered and arched away. Lying spread-eagled as she was, it didn't help, only made her breasts fall closer to his touch. 'ahh is this what my pet wants?' his hand overtook her breast, cupping it gently, teasing her chilled nipple with a thumb. She whimpered, logic telling her that he wanted her to but instinct telling her she must. It only made him grip her tighter, pulling gently on her soft flesh. Shame glowed in her cheeks as her body responded helplessly, warmth swelling between her thighs and moisture thickening. She squirmed halfheartedly, knowing she couldn't escape. "that's a good girl' he caressed her other breast, his voice sliding over her skin every bit as softly as his hands. He was so cool, so unfeeling. Her eyes stung again with tears she held back. She didn't want to bear this. She shouldn't have to bear this. She turned her face away and stared at the wall, gritting her teeth against the sensations and trying to take her mind elsewhere. Slowly his icy fingers drifted away and she felt herself beginning to float, a relief, a sweet moment of clarity. A sharp sting against her breast brought her swiftly back and she sucked in a breath as her body tensed again. She couldn't help but look up, and saw in his hands a copper wire. He had used it like a small whip, scoring her flesh with it. Her face flushed with anger and a little fear, and she growled again, unable to stop herself. "cant run away little one." Little one? Little one! Who was he calling little? She fumed silently, knowing he wanted her to fight, to argue, to cry out. She didn't want him to get his satisfaction. He resumed his attentions, running his hands over her body. His palms cupped her belly, and she twitched under him. How could she escape? There had to be some way. Somehow, she would get free. His fingers slipped lower and still lower, caressing her thigh again. Sudden panic made her stiffen, her wet pussy cooling in her fear. He slapped her thigh again, the sharp sensation awakening her blood. He smiled and his fangs gleamed in the dim light. She prayed he wouldn't bite her, even as he leaned down to her neck. She couldn't help the whimper as his tongue stroked her hot skin, wet and surprisingly warm. She squeezed her eyes shut again trying to keep the tears inside. His fingers explored her center, caressing her slit gently. She tried to clench her thighs but the ankle fetters stopped her. She was exposed to his touch, and couldn't escape. He slid his fingers into her wetness and the pain was a surprise, making her howl softly. She had never been penetrated before, and his fingers were thick and rough. It was a sharp pain, unknowable in its quickness. Her breath came in quick gasps, fear making her hot. Had he cut her? Was she bleeding? Wetness grew between her legs and she fought again, panic making her body ignore her mind 'that's my little one. I know youre afraid. I know you don't understand. Ill show you, my pet. I will keep you safe." He pumped his fingers slowly inside her even as she squirmed, attempting to escape the relentless invasion. It burned within her, an aching, a heat that she had only known briefly before. It was a feeling she had associated with love. How could she feel this, now, when she was about to die? Under the hands of this foul beast? The tears would not be held back now. They trickled down her temples into her hair, making the strands curl around her face. She began to sweat, the heat within growing until her body was on fire. His cold hands on her flesh took over her mind, and as he pumped into her she cried softly. "Good girl." His voice caressed her mind as gently and harshly as his hands caressed her skin. It rasped against her emotions even as it wakened her chemicals, and her body began to move again, not in struggle, but in tandem. Her hips arched into his hand, and she found herself wanting more. The pain was a thing of memory and she lost her thoughts to the new sensation. He gave her more, filling her tight wet body as he knew she wanted. Her whimpers turned to moans and she thrashed against herself even as she moved to his music. "good girl. Say please." He knew she was close, and he would make her obey. She screamed in frustration, in anger and lust. "say it now. Say please, and I will let you go." Shocked, she gasped, she stiffened, her mind blank and her body screaming for attention. Her nipples were stiff and painful, her skin was tinged blue with cold but her pussy poured ecstasy and she couldn't think of why or what or where or who. 'please...please..." "please what, my little angel?" he smiled down at her, pleased, aroused. "please, please, oh god please...more! Please!" He shoved his fingers into her tight hole faster, forcing more into her, filling her with him. He would fill her body with him, and soon enough her mind, and her soul, and one day her heart. "now, little one. Be a good girl and cum for me now." She screamed as her body convulsed around his hand, her juices squirting over the table, onto his wrist, sweet sticky release making her weep. She lay gasping in shock and confusion and sheer ecstasy, feeling only the waves of flame that engulfed her body. He unshackled her swiftly, admiring her body as she lay helpless and satiated on the table. Before he left, he bent down to taste her honey, sweet and slightly bitter. He would keep her. She would be his. It was only a matter of time. For now he would let her go, let her run free. He never wanted her to be a mindless thing. But he would find her again. He would show her his way. She would obey him, she would submit to him, she would love him. He loved her for it. There was no knowing how much time passed in the silence before she realized she was free, alone, and alive. Her limbs were stiff, her pussy sore, her skin like ice. She was unharmed, however, and she sat up slowly too look around the tiny room, confused. Where had he gone? Why had he done this? She shivered in fear, knowing that this was not the end. She climbed off the table, wincing as the pain intensified, and she looked around. The fetters were gone, and only the scratches of them on the table remained. Her torn dress lay on the floor like a black teardrop. She noticed the red smear on the table as she bent to pick up her dress. Tears burned her eyes again and she pulled the fabric around her and ran away. The club was empty. The doors were locked. She shifted and jumped through a window, leaving her dress lying in shards of glass. Shaking the glass off, she couldn't shake the memory, and in the chill of predawn she ran, unheeding, uncaring. She ran far and fast, hoping to run away from the sting of memory, of a loss she didn't want to understand.