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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 12 ~ 3367 words

Word Count - Month ~ 42323 words

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After a couple hours, Bayleigh came around in the bathtub. Her hands and feet were still tied together, her body laying in the tub itself. Recalling the events, she cried out and scrambled in the bathtub to get away, but found she couldn't go too far. She looked around, seeing the wolf watching her. "Please," she begged. "Please let me go..... I'm a nobody....."

Her blood still coated her upper thighs, along with his cum from earlier. Her fear of getting pregnant increased as she watched the stripped down wolf, who had taken advantage of her unconsciousness to remove his clothes. She saw his cock emerging from his sheath again, hard and ready for her. "Please.... Not again...."

"Oh yes, my dear. This time I'm going to cum in your womb, though. That first time was just a warm up," he said, his voice low and sinister. His cock was sliding easily from it's sheath, already anticipating the rape that was going to happen again. Her plea's fell unheeded on his ears, and he stood, skin rippling over his muscles, fur silently shifting as he came toward her.

He was upon her before she could move, not that she could go anywhere anyway, and he lifted her from the floor of the tub. He dragged her upward by her wrists, and then hooked the rope that tied them over the shower head, forcing her stretch. He reached down and untied the rope from around her ankles, tossing it to the side, and then forced her legs apart. Fingers traced her ass, down her crack, his furred finger tickling her asshole before moving to her slit. "Ready now?"

Bayleigh shook her head, her blue eyes wide with fear. Her slender body was stretched out, her arms pulled up over her head. The position was almost painful to her, and that was before he spread her legs, thereby shortening her height and putting more pressure on her arms. To ease the pain, she would have to be lifted up, and the only way that would happen would mean he was buried inside her again, and she did not want that to happen. The feel of his finger caressing her made her squirm against the wall of the bathtub. The faucet dug into her back, causing more pain. "Please.... Not again.... Please don't rape me again..."

His laughter echoed through the empty house, making it sound even emptier than it was. His fingers slid from her ass, and down to the back of her thighs, lifting her upwards and positioning his cock under her. She kicked her legs, trying to make him loose his grip, all the while, begging him to stop, not to do it, not to rape her again. Of course, he didn't listen to her, and now his cock was directly under her cunt, which had stopped bleeding, and had dried cum and blood caked all over it.

The glint in his eye gave away his move before he did it, and she cried, "NOOOOO....", as he thrust his length into her, her new position giving him extra leverage and depth into her pussy. His growl met her word, and only pain flared inside her, no pleasant sensations. Her tears began to flow again, her sobs choking out as she was brutally fucked by his length.

She was horrified to suddenly feel a new sensation deep within her. His cock was reaching her cervix, pounding on it as if it was a door to be opened. She knew that it protected her womb, and that if he somehow penetrated it, she might get pregnant when he came. That was more horror than she would be able to bare, for even worse than being made to have a baby, what would it look like if fathered by such a hideous creature?

Her thoughts were soon diverted away from that though, when his hands left her ass and gripped her tits hard. He kneaded them with his fingers and claws, streaking them with blood from the cuts, and then licking it off as he tongued and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, which turned into a scream when she realized that he had begun to thrust faster, driving a hardened ball of flesh against her nether-lips. He gave another hard thrust, and all at once, her cervix gave way. She felt almost as if a bone had broken in her womb, and shrieked higher than before, as his cock popped inside. Also admitting his massive knot to her obscenely widened pussy.

He groaned from the new sensations, and shortened his thrusts, preparing to cum as his near-feral instincts took over and his hips drove like a jack-hammer as he raped her brutally. Her screams echoed in the house as he drove into her faster, his strokes now shortened by his knot buried inside her tight cunt. The faucet dug into her back more as he pinned her to the wall as he fucked her, driving himself into her repeatedly. In his eyes, she saw the imminent danger of his orgasm, her heels kicking against his thighs as she thrashed, trying to find a way to free herself from his grasp.

His head flung back as he howled in pleasure, whilst her screams rose in tone, almost deafening him as her pitch was almost at the level of canine-hearing-only. His hips drove hard against her, pinning her to the wall even more fully than before as his seed shot from his cock and entered her womb. Rope after thick rope spewed into her, coating her womb with his white, sticky cum.

She cried out again, pouring tears down her body, mixing her water with her blood even as he came inside her. His cum filled her womb, and backfired, coming back down her tube and gushing out around his knot, however well it was sealed with her pussy. His lip curled in a snarl and he bit her other tit, sending her writhing again, her pussy contracting around his cock. He felt like his knot would explode, he was going to cum again, though he had not gotten soft in between. He backed his hips up, putting terrible tension on her pussy as he tried to pull the cock out of her cunt.

Her terror reached an even higher level, feeling his knot pulling away. He would tear her, rip her pussy surely, then she felt it, indeed, her skin tore as he pulled the knot from her with a pop. The angry red of his skin shone in the light from the ceiling. She fell back to her wrists and tip-toes as he let her go. He grabbed his cock with one hand, jerking himself, and then his cock began to spew yet again, thick streams flying from his tip with force to land all over her. Her tits were coated in it, as was her stomach and the outside of her cunt. He then aimed high, and the last spurt impacted her face.

His stinky, musky seed coated her, marking her as his 'property', and she knew that nothing in her life would ever be the same. She had always held the belief that life was meant to be lived, but life as nothing more than property, to anyone, was not what she wanted. She wanted her freedom, her life under her own control, not someone else's.

Bayleigh closed her eyes, not wanting to see what he was planning for the next go around. If it meant she had to feel it more, so be it, but she did not want to see his cock anymore, nor his seed on her silk-soft, satin-smooth skin. Her body trembled with pain, shock, and fear, not to mention her own timidness showing through. "Go away...." she muttered to him, ready to pass out from all the pain he had caused her overnight.

Deryck turned from her for a moment, then turned back, and lifted her down from the shower head, laying her weakened body in the bottom of the tub. She slumped wearily, legs extended in the tub, and head at the opposite end from the faucet. He reached over, and kicked on the water, keeping it comfortably warm, and let it course down upon her body. The blood and lines of tears quickly began to disappear from her as the water fell in warm sheets.

He left the room, and returned a moment later with a cloth from his bag. This he soaked in the water, and added a bit of soap to, then began to gently wash her body, cleaning the cuts on her tits and beautiful skin, whisking away the remnants of the horror he had inflicted on her the last hours. She was totally dazed and confused, he could tell. Her eyes were a whirl of terror and sadness, mixed with hope that he was done. She didn't dare move unless he moved her, for fear that he would lash out, and harm her again.

Soft whimpers escaped her as he cleaned her body of the blood from the marks he had inflicted on her. Even with her feet freed, she lay where he had put her, letting him do what he wanted to her. She was too exhausted and too timid to be able to even think about escaping him. The water below her turned clear as the water and cloth cleaned her body of the blood from her wounds caused by his claws, teeth and cock. He tossed the rag away finally, dyed red with her blood. It landed with a slop in the corner and he sighed, sitting still and watching her for a few moments, again taking in the beauty of the girl in front of him. She was breathing hard still, and here eyes held her terror, though she stayed quiet.

Deryck stood, claws clicking on the floor as he did so, the sound causing her to flinch in fear. He then washed his hands from the blood on them, the water hitting her turning pink for a moment before clearing again. Then turned off the shower water. He cracked his knuckles and bent over her in the tub, yanking her form upward. She squealed as he did so, and her legs kicked briefly as he threw her over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a sack of flour.

'I have to try again,' she told herself. 'I just have to get away from him.' Something inside her doubted her success though, whispering back. 'You can never escape him. He is too fast, too strong, too determined to have you.' Her innate timidity tried to prevent her from trying, but her mind said she HAD to try. She jerked hard, kicking at him and pounding his back with her fists. As he turned to enter a room, she kicked her legs sideways and he lost his grip.

She screamed as she fell from his shoulder, but as soon as she hit the floor, she began to first crawl, and then run toward the stairs to the lower floor. Behind her, Deryck stumbled and fell into the room, then came barreling back out. He saw her just descending the stairs, her wrists still bound, but her legs free. The look on her face was one of pure terror seeing him after her.

The front door was ahead of her as she came off of the steps, and she fell against it, struggling with the handle. It rattled and jiggled, but refused to move or unlatch to her grasping fingers. She gasped and ran toward the kitchen. He vaulted over the railing on the second floor, landing with a spectacular crash on the bottom step and cracking it. Her pert, sexy rear was just disappearing from sight into the next room, and he growled loudly.

A high pitched shriek came from her as he entered the kitchen. She had tried the back door, and it too, was locked. He would have her again in a second. He carelessly cast the small table in the kitchen out of the way, along with its pair of chairs, and his lip curled in anger. "You've pushed me too far, Bayleigh."

She only whimpered, cowering and looking for any possible way around him. Then she saw the last door out of the room, open, with stairs leading down. She did not know what possessed her to head down there, but she did. She got through and slammed the door, stumbling down the stairs in the darkness until she hit the dirt floor. A small amount of light let her stumble past the boxes and a mattress on the floor, and she crouched in the darkest corner of the room, kneeling on a pile of crusty, oil and paint stained rags.

The door at the top of the stairs cracked and suddenly flew down the stairs. She barely held back a scream of terror at the sight, then heard the thudding of his padded feet as he descended. His teeth gleamed in the light, his gleaming eyes seemed to lance through whatever they touched as he looked for her. His enhanced canine vision soon found her cowering in the corner, and he roared, dashing across the basement to where she was.

His rush towards her brought out the scream she had muffled a moment before. She tried to crawl away, but her legs suddenly failed her. She fell to her stomach, exhausted from trying to get away. "Please....Don't hurt me again....Don't kill me!" she begged, afraid that he was so angry he actually would kill her.

Deryck laughed menacingly. "No dear....but you aren't going to enjoy this!" He grabbed her by her long hair, the perfect length for dealing with recalcitrant slaves, and pulled her across the room behind him. She scrambled to try and keep up with him, whimpering and crying. Now she had done it, he was going to do something worse to her than rape and cut her.

He yanked her up the stairs, her knees hitting the rough wood on each step, her legs bruising and turning red. At last they reached the kitchen, but he went through, and headed for the next flight of stairs. She began to beg him to let her walk, not to bruise her knees and legs anymore. He refused to listen and just adjusted his grip in her hair, continuing to pull.

She began to sob again, wishing she had just let him do what he wanted in the first place. He finally stopped when he had hauled her up the stairs, down the hall, and thrown her to the floor in one of the bedrooms. She landed on her back with her legs spread, showing off the red marks and bruises on her legs, and her puffy cunt-lips.

The room was spacious, with a large walnut-framed, king-sized bed. The spread on the bed, a red and black Oriental themed comforter, told her that they were in the master bedroom. The rest of the room was decorated in the same Oriental style. One door lead from the room into a huge master bathroom, while another lead to what looked like walk-in closets with a dressing room in front of the closets. Two Oriental-scened screens stood in opposite corners of the room.

She was in for it now. He roared again, and kicked her in the pussy. His claws punctured her skin in a line that stretched from the inside of one thigh, across her lips, and onto the other thigh. She shrieked and closed her legs tightly together, but he grabbed her ankles and ripped them apart, then dragged her to the bed. From the pack on the floor he pulled ropes, and quickly tied the sobbing girl's wrists to the headboard, and her ankles were also bound to the headboard, bending her in half in the diaper position, her ass and pussy both bared to his eyes, paws and anything else he wanted to use on her.

His belt was soon retrieved from his pants, which he had left folded on the floor. She seemed to shrink away from him as he advanced on her shaking form. "Please...." she begged one last time, afraid of the look in his eyes and the belt in his paw. He shook his head silently and began to belt her, streaking her ass and thighs with line after line of dark red marks. He hit as hard as he could, pouring his anger and rage into her whipping, and he began to let his strikes stray. Soon, he was bringing it down again and again on her soft cleft, bruising the tender skin, causing her to howl and writhe on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably and uttering sounds that sounded more animalistic than human.

He finally cast aside the belt, and pulled his sets of clips from the bag. He had four sets with him, each set having three clips, one for the clit or pussy lips, and one each for the nipples. Though he had not planned on using them unless necessary, Bayleigh had made it necessary with her failed attempt at escaping him. He climbed up on the bed and began to clip them on her. All four clit clips went on her now purple pussy lips, two per side, making her raise her voice yet again.

The other ends, eight clips and chains in all, he twined together, decreasing the distance and increasing the tension that would be put on them when they were attached. All of them went on her tits, four on each, in each of the compass directions. North, South, East, West. The sharp teeth of the clips pinched her tender breasts, each clip having at least one side in a claw mark he had left on her breasts earlier.

She was now near insensible from the pain and torture, but he was not finished with her. His cock was once again hard as a rock and just as rigid, and this thick, horrible rod he aligned with her tight, virgin asshole. She must have felt the prodding, for her eyes flew open and locked with his, her mouth open to beg him if she could, but he slapped her face hard, and drove himself into her. He hilted himself in her asshole, tearing the ring, making her bleed yet again as his thick girth stretched her rosebud.

The sudden fullness in her ass and the intense pain, piled on top of the other tortures and the belt-whipping she had received, sent her into a completely different state of mind. Her voice broke the sub-hearing range, passing into sounds so high that only he could hear them, and he winced at them, but continued to pound into her. She would pay for her minor disobedience. She would never cross him again if she could help it.

He knew that it would not take very long for him to cum again, not with the characteristic tightness of her virgin anal passage, and the contractions that her body was automatically causing while it tried to get him out. He gripped her hips in his hard claws and leaned over her, giving himself extra depth and pressure as he fucked her back door. Again, the only lubrication he had was her own blood, coating her hole as he raped her, turning her pale skin red around it.

He was like a feral beast, rutting into her with all the ferocity and power that his mindset and savagery implied. Her voice was finally reduced to soft squeaks and whimpers, while her movements were mere shudders beneath him as he neared his climax. He felt it approaching, and, with his knot pressed against her hole, he released up her ass, flooding her passage and intestines with more of his thick, sticky cum.

He howled loudly, then yanked hard, pulling out of her tight hole with a pop, leaving her ass gaping and bloody. Her head lolled backwards, her eyes locking with his for a moment. Then she went limp, falling into unconsciousness from exhaustion and fear.

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