Rape Under The Full Moon

a could smell the scent of the boy tied up in front of her, smell his fear, and smell his blood. But she wanted the best of both worlds; it was so hard to decide. She had to decide between blood and carnal pleasure.

She almost smacked herself when she realised the solution. A solution so blatantly obvious, but it had taken her so long to realise.

”What are you going to do to me?!” the boy asked, his eyes wide with fear.
She was looking at him with hungry eyes, flashing an unnatural yellow which contrasted with the startling blue they normally were. She had been subconsciously licking her lips whilst trying to decide what her next move would be.

The boy was tied to a lamppost by a small bush in the park. He knew it was no use; that he couldn’t struggle free of his prison, or his fate. He had given up struggling a while ago now as the ropes that bound him were just too tight. His face was drenched with sweat and he was shaking with fear.

”WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!” the boy cried, breaking down with frustration, intense fear and anguish. Anna hadn’t been listening to him when he’d asked the first time, but this time she heard him.

”What am I going to do to you?” she said teasingly, “Well, I haven’t quite decided. Give me a few more minutes.” She winked at him whilst licking her luscious red lips. She had in fact already decided what she was going to do, but she felt like being a little more mean than usual. She was in the mood for torture.

”Just tell me. I know you know.” The boy said, in between feeble sobs. “Get it over and done with. I haven’t got anything to lose any more.”

He had prepared himself for the worst. He was waiting for a knife to flick out from behind the woman’s back, or from up her sleeve. But it didn’t.

There was just silence.

Then Anna rushed forward and pressed herself seductively up against the boy. He began to struggle, not knowing what she was going to do, scared out of his mind at the fact that this woman he didn’t even know was invading his personal space. He felt her hands running all over his chest, her groin pressed against his. She leant forward slightly to kiss him hard on the lips, her tongue asking for entrance. When he wouldn’t oblige she shoved it brutally into the caves of his mouth, wrestling with his own submissive tongue.

The boy was making faint squeaking noises the whole time this was happening, and the volume of this increased when he felt the woman unbuttoning his jeans. He knew she was going to do it sometime, but was hoping it would be awhile before that happened. He felt her plunge her slender hand down into his boxers and firmly grip his member, which (though he didn’t want it to) hardened quickly.

”Sorry to keep you waiting,” she whispered seductively in his ear. The boy groaned with pleasure that he was trying to fight off. “Ooh, you like that do you? I know you do, I can feel the pleasure rushing through you. I’ll get my turn later though, I promise you.” She winked at him but he didn’t see, his head was thrown back in his pleasure, his eyes shut tight. He was shaking from fear as well, but couldn’t resist the feelings she was giving him. It was wrong, but it felt so great.

”More, more,” he heard a voice say. He suddenly realised it was his. She carried on gripping his penis tightly, her fingers running over the tip sending jolts of exhilaration through his body. He dick was at a full 9 inches and was quite more than the woman had expected of him. She couldn’t resist touching him and finally went the whole hog and started pumping her hand up and down, rolling his foreskin and sending waves of pleasure through the boy’s body. He groaned louder and louder, beads of sweat forming on his clear skin, feeling like he was about to go over the edge.

Not long afterwards, he reached orgasm, his body going into a slight spasm as he shot his load into his boxers and all over the woman’s hand. “Good?” She whispered to him, her yellow/blue eyes looking up at him innocently.
”Fuck yes.” He said. Then he realised what he had just admitted and tried to correct him self. “I mean, no – that wasn’t what I meant to say. Get the fuck off me!”

Anna smirked. “I’m not quite done with you yet. Remember I said I would be getting my share of it? Well, this is it.” With that she started easing off her tight jeans, and after that her black laced panties, revealing her dripping cunt. And with that she jumped up and wrapped her legs around the lamppost, and around the boy’s head so that her wet pussy was in his face, her slit conveniently where his mouth was. “Eat me.” She said to him, looking down at him, a mock pleading look on her evil face.

”Fuck off!” he shouted, almost crying again.

”Say that again and I’ll slit your throat.” She said, startling the boy.
It seemed like it was an empty threat, but it scared the boy anyway. With that he began to lick the woman’s fanny, trying to locate her clitoris. He managed to find the hard little nub and pressed the tip of his tongue against it. She began to moan with pleasure, and wrapped her legs around the lamppost tighter.

He moved his tongue down to her opening and plunged it into her hole. She screamed with pleasure; he was very good though he had probably not done this before. He moved his head as far forward as it could go so he could delve deeper into her body with his tongue. She had almost reached her orgasm, and as he flicked his tongue so it reached her G-spot (by pure fluke) she reached it, the pleasure ripping through her body as she let go of the lamppost fell to the ground. She lay there in a heap, half naked, and it wasn’t after more than five minutes when she got up.

”Ah, the grand finale.” She said breathlessly. “I’m going to untie you for this one, and afterwards I will let you go. I hope you enjoyed this.” She smiled, and the boy was shocked. He thought she was going to kill him.

”Well, alright,” he said, “As long as you promise to let me go.”

Anna almost laughed with triumph when he said that, but suppressed it just in time. She didn’t want to give herself away. She turned her laughter into a pleasant smile directed at the idiotic boy. “Of course I’ll promise.” She said, “Though you can leave if you want to. But I promise that this will be better than what you experienced before with my hand.” She winked.

”You’re going to fuck me?”

”Yes.” She said, untying him. “Would you like that?”

”..Yes. I thought you were going to kill me. That’s why I was so horrible after you gave me the handjob.”

”Ah, no worries.” She said, smiling in a very sexy way. “I did rape you after all.” She winked again. “It was a stroke of luck that you liked it after all.”

The boy froze. She had raped him. That was wrong. She was a nasty woman. But he had liked what she did to him so much. He wanted more. He knew what he was doing was wrong though. Would it be better to run now, so he would be left with memories that it wasn’t his fault that he liked it, she forced him into it, or to stay and do something that was wrong and out of his own freewill?

He decided on the latter.

”Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

”Your wish is my command.” She whispered and advanced on him. She proceeded to slide down him, taking his trousers with her. He was now half naked, revealing his cock which was growing harder and longer by the second. “Turning you on now am I?” she said cynically. Her pussy was dripping with clear milky fluid. Clearly he was turning her on as well.
She guided his rock hard dick to the opening of her aching pussy. He was happily to oblige and thrusted into her. She screamed with orgasmic satisfaction, and he began humping her like a dog. “Fuck me! Oh fuck me, FUCK ME!” she screamed. Waves of pleasure were ripping through her body, building up to one big final orgasm.

He was feeling it too, all he could do was keep thrusting as it felt so good. Nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life. He plunged his penis deeper into her, and with one final thrust their orgasms tore through their bodies at the same time. They both screamed with pleasure and fell to the ground, panting heavily.

”That was so…fucking…good.” He said breathlessly.

”You thought that was good?” she said. She was tearing off her shirt so she was completely naked. “This will be better.”

The boy was confused. He thought this was the end. Maybe she was going to let him suck her tits? It wasn’t long until he found out. “What?” he said, the puzzlement clearly shown on his face.

”Better for me, but maybe not so much for you.” She said, pouting sardonically at him.

”What? You’re confusing me.”

”Just watch, it’ll become clear soon enough.” Anna said. She seemed to be having trouble talking, or breathing. One of the two. The boy guessed it was because of her recent orgasm, but it wasn’t. The boy screamed as he watched the woman change. Her eyes widened and reformed, became perfect pupil-less orbs, bright yellow in colour. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing but snarls came out. The boy noticed her teeth were changing, sharpening into pearly white fangs. The woman’s body was changing too, thick dark hair was sprouting all over her and the boy could hear her very bones snapping and reforming. Her face elongated and her ears reformed to those of a wild dog’s.

The change was complete. She howled up into the black sky, at the moon above her.

The boy’s first instinct was to run. But he couldn’t. He was pinned to the spot. He screamed at the top of his voice, an ear-splitting scream that showed true fear.

The werewolf leapt at him and pinned him to the ground, reached forward and clamped it’s jaws around his throat, breaking his neck and letting blood flow into it’s mouth. It lapped up the blood happily, feeling the tangy taste of iron in it’s mouth.

Anna, the werewolf, was content as can be. Firstly, she had had good shag and secondly, she had had a good meal.