Beach House
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The beach house was comforting, large and humble. A vestibule split with the stairs leading upwards in front, the kitchen and dining room to the left, the parlor to the right and the hall leading to the porch connecting the lower floor into a ring. The upstairs was made of living space and an attic to top it.
The power cut. Ariel bit her lower lip for a second, she took a deep breath to focus and think about how she was going to get out.
This is what victims must feel like. She thought. Her husband was dead, a dead lawyer, murdered for not being able to protect the mobster he was in charge of keeping out of jail. Because of evidence technicalities, he would be in prison for five years and Ariel and her husband had to die.
Now it was Ariel's turn, the beach house wasn't as remote and comforting anymore. And the winds would kick up large amounts of sand, then die away, plunging the house into a cacophony then dead silence. It was sending her into a constant fluxing state of hyper agitation and then acute paranoia. She could feel her heart trying to burst out of her ribcage, she cried silently as she just wanted to find oblivion, to not exist is this state of absolute fear.
'Where are you bitch! I'm going to kill you tonight! I'm going to rip you wide open!' He had no name. He was just a wolf who had pulled up and begun shooting. Two security guards shot dead and several large holes in the walls, though the walls hardly seemed important at this point.
She had ran, ran into the kitchen, when the wolf simply walked in. Brazenly, he made no attempts to finish this quickly, though maybe he could have save himself a few deep cuts from a kitchen knife if he had been less arrogant about his job. If you asked anyone, a fox could outsmart a wolf. You couldn't find many, aside from a fox, who thought that smarts would win out over brawn in a fight though. Being clever, quick was just being able to run away from the snarling wolf by inches and hair widths. He was still twice her mass, many times stronger and out for blood. Ariel didn't want to kill him, just for him to go away.
'Please, please just go away.' She whispered, curled up hiding in a closet. She sobbed silently.
Pawsteps on the soft carpeting made her ears prick up and hold her breath.
He looked around the room before closing her eyes and then taking a deep sniff. He turned to the closet.
What's the use of hiding?
It was as if he where staring at her, eye to eye. He grind, ear to ear.
'I thought you fox bitches where supposed to be smart?' He lunged, breaking the wooden doors and tearing away the clothes that where in the way. Not just the neatly hung tops, her clothes. He began to tear them, and violently he began to tear patches of creamy while belly fur and cut into her skin.
Just then a huge paw with a grip harder then steel clamped itself around her neck. She wanted to scream right there, but no air was getting in or out. With that, her eyes bulged as adrenaline increased her panic, her racing heart screaming a super sonic plead that made her earsdrums want to burst. She was silent, the only thing he heard was the wolfs grunting as he got into position.
No! PLEASE! God no!
He was unsheathed and he plunged his canine phallus in with no regard to Ariel, other then being the recipient of a brutal rape.
'Bitch, you make me work so hard. Urrr, yeah, feel me. Soiled cunt!'
Ariel wanted to cry, she wanted to vomit then she wanted to pass out. She was still being strangled and blackness started to pull at her vision. A hard slap across the face and air rushed into her lungs. She coughed and gasped again before the wolfs paw close her airway again.
This is how it's going to be for me? A razors breadth from passing out and being able to ignore this punishment passed out, only to be slapped back into conscientiousness.
His mouth was wide open as he groaned and moaned. Sliding his thick a pulsing cock into her clenching pussy. The only feeling was abject horror. The pain, the numbing that would not come fast enough, His penis pinching the irritable skin, because lubrication was found wanting. This was worse then torture, this was a total body and mind fucking.
She wanted death now, anything but this. Even if she lived through the night, how would she want to go on?
BANG!
Blankness.
Finally, oblivion.
The bullet between those two tearing eyes.
'Now at least she stopped crying. Uh! How am I supposed to finish, uh! With her going ooooon like that? Yeaaah. Oooo, fuck yeah.' The wolf left his spunk seeping out her crotch, over her stomach and breasts and slapped his spasming member against her gaping mouth. Nice.'
He zipped up. Poured tap water for himself before he stepped into the car to drive away. Why bother cleaning or destroying evidence? Why, when you are already dead?
I would love some c&c if you have any. Cheers.