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_ NOTE: This story is a NaNo project, written by MasterAaran and myself. Each Chapter is actually a day's writing._

Our goal, since we are co-writing, is 100,000 words by the end of November.

Our word Count for each day will be posted, as well as a running total for the month.

Word Count - Day 4 ~ 3634 words

Word Count - Month ~ 14484 words

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Deryck left Darya's house, pulling out onto Lakeside Avenue, within 5 minutes of pulling away from the curb. The lake was absolutely beautiful in the moonlight, the white light reflecting off of the myriad of breakers crowning the waves, though in the distance a line of thunderheads marched south. He smiled, knowing that this time nothing went a miss. Everything had gone as planned, no slip-ups or errors, he was entirely happy with how it was going tonight. He accessed the I-90, heading across Mercer Island, and into the darkness on the far side. A sudden storm system had blown up on the eastern edge of Lake Washington, and he headed into it as he drove. Once on the far shore, and driving in increasingly heavy rain, he took the interchange from I-90, to I-405, and settled in for a long drive.

The sun was just appearing in the horizon as he drove through the first scattered houses of the town known as Black Diamond. It was a quiet, rural community, where everyone minded their own business, and kept to themselves. Just as he liked it. The abandoned house he had found was on the south side of town, so he passed through without stopping, and was soon pulling into the overgrown driveway. The shrubs that had once grown and been pruned along the sides of the drive were messy, their branches hanging into the path of his car as he took it straight into the open garage. He had been lucky when picking this house, it was almost invisible from the road, having been abandoned for some years, and the garage was empty.

The house had a full basement in it, which he had quickly converted to his own uses, putting an old mattress from one of the bedrooms in it, and bolting chains to the walls. He cut the engine and stepped from the car, stretching wearily from the long drive and multiple nights without sleep. He had dosed both girls a second time with chloroform on the drive, so they would remain out for a couple more hours. He opened the drivers side back door, and Alix's arm fell out.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around the limp girl's shoulders, his hands falling to her breasts, which he squeezed as he lifted. They filled his hands nicely, so he gave them another. That was all the fun he had time for at that moment though. He dragged her inside, through the abandoned kitchen, and straight down the stairs to the basement. He leaned her against the wall, chaining her wrists to two shackles and then letting her slump, supported only by her arms. He quickly returned to the car, grabbing Darya as well, and pitching Alix's drawing bag into an empty garbage can. She wouldn't need it again.

He repeated the process with Darya, strapping her to another wall, but instead of leaving her fully clothed, he took a single claw and shredded the front of her leotard, from top to just above her pussy. She would be naked soon anyway. He cut a strip out of the material, then tightly gagged her, doing the same with a piece of Alix's torn bra. When they were both trussed nicely, he lay down on the mattress in the middle of the room, and fell into a deep sleep for an hour or two.

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The girls stirred after a couple hours, their arms hurting from the way they were being held above their heads. Both girls struggled to ease the strain on their shoulders from the positions they'd been left in. Darya was the first to open her eyes, and start looking around. Seeing Alix across the room, with the wolf-man lying stretched out on a mattress. Even if she could get to the other girl, he was between them. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog that had settled over her due to the chloroform that he'd used on them, to keep them out during the trip here. Wherever here was. Alix slowly opened her eyes, seeing the green haired girl, both of their clothes practically torn off them completely. Neither could speak to each other though, due to the cloth gags in their mouths.

Deryck had been laying awake for thirty minutes before they began to stir. When they did, and he knew that both of them were awake, he sat up and then stood. The light in the basement was dim, the windows having been covered with layers of dirt and grime for years. He stepped to the side, and pulled on the chain of the ceiling light, and a bright bulb lit the darkness.

"Morning, ladies," he growled out, then walked to Alix and pulled the bra from her mouth. "Don't bother screaming, no one would hear you." Then he went to Darya, yanking the cloth from between her lips as well.

Both Alix and Darya looked up at him, their eyes wide and fearful. The moment the gags were pulled from their mouths, Darya gave a low growl. "What the hell is your reason for kidnapping us? We've never seen you before. So it wasn't something we did to you."

Alix nodded, her voice a little drier from having been out longer. "Yeah. I was just drawing, minding my own business when you kidnapped me."

Deryck smiled evilly. "I've chosen you for some testing that I'm doing. That's all that you need to know right now about your ultimate purpose." He grabbed Darya's cheeks and turned her head one way and then the other, then let her go and walked back over to Alix.

"The first step in that plan has already been completed. The second step happens now." He reached over and grabbed a hold of Alix's tits, fondling and groping the soft orbs. Squeezing them hard.

Alix gave a cry of pain as the wolf-man grabbed her breasts, his rough pads pressing against her nipples. She tried to pull back from him, but she couldn't move far, not with her being chained to the wall as she was. She turned to look at Darya, her eyes pleading with the other girl to stop him. Darya just sat there, staring at him, watching as he molested the younger girl. For some reason, she couldn't tear her eyes from what was happening just feet from her.

Deryck saw the look of pleading in Alix's eyes, and the look of fear only made his cock grow faster. He loved it when a girl looked so afraid. His rough palms continued to grope her soft tits for a few more minutes, and then he began to systematically cut away her clothes with his claws. First her shirt, and then what was left of her bra. What came next were her pants, and only her panties were left to cover her modesty. He put a claw in each side and then cut them, ripping away the last bit of cloth when he was done. He grabbed her by the hair, and roughly kissed her, forcing his canine tongue into her mouth.

Alix squirmed in the chains, trying to stop what he was doing to her, but her efforts were futile. Her clothes were ripped off her by his claws, and she hung nude from the chains as he pulled her head back and kissed her. His muzzle covered half her face as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She writhed in the chains, trying to get free, trying to stop him, not wanting this at all.

Darya hung on the other side of the room, watching them. She couldn't take her eyes off them, the innate sexuality of the wolf-man versus the helplessness of the smaller human girl. What was about to happen wouldn't be easy for either of them, but she knew he was going to rape them both. It was the real reason he kidnapped them. To rape them repeatedly.

Alix's movements as she attempted to get away were feeble at best, but they did cause her naked tits and hips to rub against him in what might as well have been a sensual manner. They had the same effect. His cock was soon slipping out of his sheath, and as he pulled his tongue from her lips, he began stripping his clothes off. First his shirt fell onto the floor, then he stepped back and his pants followed. His underwear were taught over his cock, almost ripping from the strain, and he quickly had them off too, baring his length to the harsh light of the light bulb.

Alix felt him growing against her, his cock sliding from his sheath, but hidden from view by his clothes. Her bête noire rose again, her slim body trembling in agitation. She was a virgin, and her first time was going to be a rape. With her arms chained above her head to a wall, or on a filthy mattress in a dingy, grimy basement!. She shuddered in revulsion of the location, if not the situation, she was in. Her eyes widened in foreboding as his pants came off, revealing his hard, thick canine cock to her, and Darya's, eyes. She did NOT want this!. She tried to pull herself away from him, but the wall was against her back, kept her in place, unable to get away, to save herself from this plight of hers.

Deryck's crimson eyes bored into her, taking in every one of her features. He had picked all four of the girls with different body styles. Hers was the most slim, also, she was the youngest. He grinned, his teeth baring, the smile looking more like some sort of a snarl or growl. She knew her fate, as did Darya; they would be playthings for this monster. His muscles flexed as he strode forward to her, sniffing as he came, smelling the delicious scent of fear emanating from both of them, but Alix's was greater. His paws again clasped her tits, but didn't stay there long, sliding down her body as his muzzle came to rest over one breast, warm tongue lashing her nipple as his teeth bit down on her skin slightly. His claw-tipped fingers soon found her center, stroking along her slit, backwards so he wouldn't cut her. He didn't want blood there, not until his cock split her open as he claimed her virginity.

Alix trembled in the chains, unable to get away, her back pressed against the wall as hard as she could. It looked like she was trying to climb through the wall backwards. She couldn't get away as his paws found her breasts again, pawing them for a moment before the rough pads slid down her sides and his head lowered to her breasts. She gasped as she felt his tongue lashing her nipples, forcing them to pebble with excitement. Her eyes closed as his paws rested at her hips for a moment before one slid down over her core. In a last ditch effort to stop what was going to happen to her, she pretended to accept her fate. Suddenly, though, her feet lashed out as she kicked hard, trying to force the two legged wolf-man to leave her alone. She screamed at him as well, a wordless noise meant to distract more than anything else.

Deryck felt her relax, but her scent got stronger. She didn't get less fearful, it actually took on more of a tense aspect. He released her breast from his maw just as she tensed and tried to kick at him, forcing him to take a step back. Her shoe did impact his hip though, even as he turned, and caught his skin, tearing it in a long cut. His growling snarl echoed through the building, making the very walls seem to shake. Thick blood coated his fingers as he ran them over the cut, and then he smiled. He ran his entire paw on the cut, coating his paw in the blood, and the reached forward, grasping her right breast. When he removed his paw, her tit was covered in a bloody paw print.

He bent over, and grasped one of her ankles in each hand, then suddenly yanked them out from under her, leaving her hanging from the chains as he bent her legs up, almost doubling her over, and opening her pussy to him. Her tiny asshole was also visible.

Alix shook in trepidation as the wolf ran his paw through the blood welling up from the cut she'd inflicted on his hip. She didn't like the gleam in his eye, nor the step he took towards her. Before she could twist herself out of the path of his paw, he'd grabbed her breast, leaving a bloody paw print on it. A low startled scream ripped from her as he suddenly grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet from under her. The move forced her arms to hold her up, pain shooting through her already sore shoulders.

Both her tight, virginal pussy and asshole were on display now, and he could see that she was dry. His possession of her would be painful, to say the least, and not just because she was a virgin, but because she wasn't ready. She tried to clench her pussy and ass together, to hide herself from this unseemly display he was putting her on.

Darya could only watch in horror as the other girl sliced open the wolves hip, then his public display of her intimate parts. She couldn't bare to watch, but still couldn't pull her eyes from the scene in front of her. He was going to violate and abuse the other girl in front of her!

Deryck wasn't yet ready to have his way with Alix just yet though. He liked how she squirmed and whimpered as her womanhood was displayed to him. He continued to lift her ankles until they were also above her head, and then he forced them backwards, so that her ankles were touching her wrists. The cuffs he had hung from the chains had two slots each, so he snapped first one, and then the other, closed around her ankles, forcing them to stay that way, suspending her with no support from below, hanging only by her wrists and ankles.

Alix fought as much as she could, as he kept pushing her legs up over her head, then further, until her ankles were behind her head and cuffed to her wrists. She hung, suspended in midair, her back pressed against the wall, her charms on display to both the wolf-man and the other girl. Her face flamed brightly as he showed her off to the other girl. She felt the bloody paw print on her breast rubbing against the lower part of her thigh, just above her knee, and the sticky crimson substance rubbed onto her leg as well.

He smiled at Alix, his teeth flashing and his brilliant eyes shining. Then he brought his head down to her face, smelling her skin, then licking it, tasting her flesh. He felt her shudder and stood back, admiring his handiwork. This was the perfect position, exposed, vulnerable, accessible, leaving nothing to hide or to the imagination. He nodded and then pressed a finger to her slit, the fur on his paw brushing against her sensitive areas. His finger slid down from her clit to just above her ass, splitting her pussy around it as he went. Three times he rubbed her, then gave it a vicious slap with the rough palm pad of his paw, putting as much force behind it as he could.

Alix trembled as the wolf-man leaned down to her, smelling her, licking her. She couldn't help the revulsion that spread through her body as he pressed closer to her. Her suspended body twitched as he rubbed her slit with his finger, then gave a startled cry as he slapped her viciously on the cunt. Her clit throbbed and a perfect imprint of his paw formed over her cunt, almost like a brand.

Deryck left Alix then, walking across the room toward Darya. His few strides were full of purpose and power, the fact that the bleeding cut on his leg didn't slow him down a bit, making him seem even more fierce. He was a bit more wary this time. Darya was a dancer, her legs were more powerful than Alix's, and so he paused for a moment to decide just how he wanted to tie her up. He couldn't risk getting badly hurt here, and if she managed to hit his balls, he would be out for a bit.

An idea came to him suddenly, and he walked over to the other side of the room, rummaging through a box he had found when cleaning up the basement. A minute later, he pulled out a length of rope, then carried it back to Darya. He approached from the side, grasping her ankle, and bending her leg normally, so that her heel was on her ass. He then wrapped the rope around her thigh tightly, and tied it, forcing her leg to stay bent. He circled her, and repeated the steps, making her hang from her wrists as Alix was. Next, he finished removing her leotard, shredding it and slicing it with his claws as he had done to Alix's clothing, turning it into nothing more than rags, leaving her B-cups to hang free.

He still had quite a bit of rope left over, and his face twisted in a wicked grin. He cut off two more identical lengths, and then stepped directly between her legs, so that the hair on his groin was rubbing hers, and his cock was through her thighs. He lifted one tit, and passed the rope around it, clinching it tight enough that her breast would keep it from falling off, then he did the same to the other. He grabbed one of her knees, lifting it until her leg was against her stomach, and then tied the loose end of the rope to the knee. When he dropped her knee, the rope tugged and dug into her breast. He repeated the tying with her other knee, leaving her tied and in pain as he leaned against a post in the middle of the room.

Darya had watched him tie up the other girl and knew he was going to tie her up as well, and she didn't have any choice in the matter. She was refused a chance to fight back when he moved to her from the side, tying her ankle and thigh together, then the other one. The rough rope scratched her delicate skin, leaving red lines chafing on her skin. Her back arched as he tied her breasts as well, the rope creating a raw friction burn on her breasts as he tied them to her thighs. The sudden pulling of her breasts by her knees from the rope made her gasp in pain.

"You sick fuck!" She spat at him, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him, unable to do more.

Deryck laughed at her. "That's the next step. Yes, I'm going to fuck you both." Then he backhanded her across the face twice. He grabbed her knees and jerked them down, forcing her tits to squeeze and start to swell on the ends. After he had done that, he turned his back to her, striding toward Alix, preparing to seal her fate in blood.

Darya cried out as he slapped her face, then screamed in pain as he pushed on her knees, forcing them down, her breasts being pulled down by the ropes around them. Her body shook and her trepidation grew as he started towards Alix.

"Shove it up your ass and die, you sick motherfucker!" She spat a glob of blood from her mouth onto the floor, her teeth having cut into her cheeks when he had backhanded her.

Alix watched, horror filling her as he backhanded the other girl, not caring one way or another about what he did to her. Her body trembled as he turned towards her, and she saw her fate in his eyes, it was either submit or die. He was almost back to Alix, when he clicked his fingers together, suddenly remembering what he had brought in the back of his car, something he always carried. The smile that turned his lips up was neither nice, nor reassuring.

He walked right past the struggling young girl, and up the stairs to the first floor. He took a moment to check from the windows to make sure no one was around, then headed to the garage and punched his code into the keypad lock on his car's trunk. It popped open, and he reached inside for the black bag. Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he locked the car again, and retraced his steps. He intentionally slowed his decent into the basement, making sure they heard every one of his determined steps. He reemerged in the light.

"Back, ladies," he announced.

The look on Darya's face said he was anything but welcome. Alix was too terrified to look anything less than just that, terrified. He set the bag down, and opened it, then pulled out a long silver thing with three legs. He unfolded it, revealing that is was a tripod. A very expensive video camera soon followed, and was set up on top of the tripod. He picked up a remote control for the camera and turned it on, turning the screen forward, so that he could see it whilst recording.

"Now, we're going to put on our own little show. Who knows, someday you may be famous."