Shifter Rape: First Victim - 04

His leg moved, and the chair rolled back. I froze under the weight of his stare. Cautiously, I lifted my head and looked up into cruel eyes.

“Go clean yourself up. It’s time to talk about the future.”

He slid back into place without giving me time to respond. He didn’t quite block the exit, but I had to crawl between his legs and wiggle under his chair. When his leg moved against my side, I flinched away, banging my head against the underside of his chair. I had to twist onto my side in order to wiggle my hips through. I was free. I hurried out of his office, looking for the restroom.

Haunted eyes met mine in the bathroom mirror. I could hardly recognize myself. My makeup had run, and I was pale as a ghost. Dark circles were under my eyes, and my nose ran. Wipes. I needed my makeup wipes. They were in my purse. In his office. On the floor under his desk. I’d make do without. With trembling hands, I splashed water on my face and cleaned myself up with toilet paper and wet paper towels.

With my tongue, I probed at the stinging scrapes on the inside of my cheeks and lips. Oh, my god. He had spikes. On his penis. Distant memories stirred. Hadn’t my friends and I embarrassed each other about this back in high school biology? I couldn’t remember the details, but there had been something about cats and penile spines. Why did he have them?

With terrifying certainty, I knew that this had been just a small taste of what was coming.

My family. Their lives depended on my… compliance. Were they still sleeping? Suddenly, I had to know, and that gave me the strength to walk back into the lion’s den.

Walking up to his desk, I stood, back straight.

“Mister Michael,” I began.

Words suddenly failed me. His pants were still open. His massive member hanging down across the chair. Even soft, it was as big as anything I’d seen in porn. About a third of it was covered with the little spines I hoped had somehow just existed in my imagination.

As I stared in horror, it grew. Hardening under my gaze. I jerked my focus to a spot on the floor in front of the desk and stared as if my life depended on it.

“I… paid your price. Is my family awake?”

He placed a folder in front of me, one finger holding it closed. He bared his teeth in a predatory grin. “After you read, but before you sign, I’ll allow you to speak to them for five minutes.”

Then his finger lifted away.

My skin felt tight. Cold and clammy. I reached out and tried to pick up the folder, but my hands trembled so violently they rattled against the wooden surface of his desk.

“Allow me to help you with that,” he said and flipped the folder open.

Reading the paper that waited inside the folder was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t know the details, but I could guess what I would find inside. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as bad as I feared.

Inside I found a nightmare.

An offer letter from hell.

Dear Danielle,

We are pleased to offer you a position here at Smilodon Tech. We trust that you will strive to become a valuable asset.

If you accept this offer, please find the terms and conditions of your new employment contract below.

Position: Living Sex Doll

Working Hours: 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

Compensation: For each day of service, one day of continued existence will be extended to your family. This compensation will terminate immediately upon failure to fulfill your duties.

Duties:

Danielle, hereinafter referred to as ‘Doll’, concedes her body and soul to Michael, hereinafter referred to as Master. Master may use Doll as he desires, regardless of how painful or humiliating Doll finds such usage. This usage includes, but isn’t limited to, rape and torture.

In public, Doll will endeavor to appear to be her Master’s willing and eager submissive slut.

To accept, sign and date this offer letter as indicated below.

Sincerely,

Michael Smilodon

As I read this farce of a job offer, my blood drained from my face. In the corner of my eye, I could see his gloating smile. At least he made everything clear. Either I become his ‘Living Sex Doll,’ or my family dies. That makes the decision simple, although following through wouldn’t be any easier.

He held out my cell phone, it had been in my purse. Just a few hours ago, I would have been horrified at the thought of a stranger pawing through my purse, but now it’s a minor violation.

“You may speak with them until they forget who you are,” he said.

“Forget… You’re going to make them forget me again?” I asked, fighting back tears.

“Of course. You’ll never see them again, and I don’t want them searching for you.”

“But, I--”

“Doll, I didn’t ask for your unimportant option.”

“I…” choking my objections back, I changed what I was about to say.

“Yes, Master.”

Without another word, I called my father. Keeping my voice light, we spoke of inconsequential things. Hearing his voice one last time was all that mattered. After talking for a few minutes, he suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry, who were you again?”

“I love you,” I sobbed into the phone, and disconnected before he could respond.

I couldn’t bear for him to ask who I was again. Shoulders hunched, tears silently dripping down my cheeks, I hugged myself. Completely alone.

Michael placed a pen on the so-called job offer. Apparently, I was out of time. Pen in hand, I started to sign when he suddenly spoke up.

“Before you sign, update the position. It should read ‘Living Sex Doll / Urinal.’”

He chuckled cruelly when I dropped the pen. He picked it up and offered it to me again. Choking back sobs, I took the pen and made the change he had ordered. Playing my role in his sadistic game, I dated and signed on the dotted line.

Carefully, I set the pen down, and quietly waited for this nightmare to truly begin.

“Doll,” he said.

For a heartbeat, I considered playing dumb. Seeing what I could get away with. But only for a heartbeat. Stubborn pride would only make things worse.

“Yes, Master?”

He stood up. I only came up to his chest. Deliberately, he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and folded it neatly. He unbuckled his belt and hung it on the chair. Pants came next. He folded them carefully and placed them on his shirt. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I couldn’t help staring at his penis, even though he wasn’t erect, it was already terrifying large.

Spines covered the first third of his penis. I stumbled back in fear. My lips still felt raw from earlier. How could I have forgotten? I whimpered, fighting the urge to run.

“How?” the one-word question slipped out before I could stop myself.

“I suppose you could consider me a weresmilodon, or were-saber-toothed-tiger, although that’s quite a mouthful. Your people’s stories about werewolves are wildly inaccurate, but that’s close enough to the truth.”

“Werewolves aren’t real,” the words slipped out before I could stop them.

Tawny fur sprouted from his skin, and his face shifted into a broad muzzle. Incisors lengthened into long fangs. He towered over me, at least a foot taller than he had been. Fur covered ears moved up, becoming large and triangular. The transformation only took a couple of seconds, and unlike horror movies, it seemed to have been nearly painless. Golden vertically slit eyes stared into mine with the cold cruelty of an apex predator.

He was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen.

Until my wide eyes reached the monstrosity between his legs. In this form, his now erect penis was as long and thick as my forearm. What had been short spines were now terrifyingly long. Logically, I knew they were still relatively small, perhaps half an inch, but that didn’t change anything.

I screamed.

Moving like greased lightning, he lunged forward and grabbed me by the throat, choking off the sound. My shirt was pulled up and over my head. It fell to the floor. My bra followed. Inside my own head, my thoughts practically gibbered in terror. Michael undid my belt and pulled down my blue jeans and panties. He shoved me across his desk, pinning me down with one hand.

The head of his cock fell against my entrance.

“Please, please, please, please. I’ll do anything! Please!” I sobbed in fear.

He laughed, loud and long, as though I just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. He leaned down, pressing his well-muscled and fur-covered body against my bare skin, and growled.

“I love the scent of your fear. It’s quite the aphrodisiac. Almost as exciting as your pain.”

His huge cock pressed harder. I squirmed underneath him, but there was no escape. Ignoring my protests, he forced the first couple inches inside my virgin pussy. He was so big. It couldn’t possibly fit. Dear God, please stop him. Please.

He grunted, forcing his way inside. I shrieked in agony. He ground against me, working his cock deeper. He didn’t stop until his cock ground painfully against my cervix. I just lay there, sobbing into the table.

She no longer fought, having long since realized that she was powerless. Her weeping was nearly silent. I closed my eyes to better enjoy the way she squirmed underneath me. Two minor difficulties prevented this rape from being perfect. Fortunately, I had anticipated both problems.

Lubrication. It wasn’t just there for her pleasure. Fucking her dry pussy as brutally as I desired would inevitably rub my cock raw. While waiting for her to arrive, I had designed a new spell and carved its activation rune into a small disc of metal. With one sharp claw, I pricked the skin at the nape of her neck and waited for a bead of blood to form.

“Don’t move,” I said and pressed the metal disc down on top of the drop of blood. Since my office was soundproof, I needn’t worry about her screams.

I poured my mana into the rune. It flared, searing into her flesh. She screamed, and her pussy convulsed around my cock. Flicking the disc to the side, I inspected the rune branded into the back of her neck. Every line was flawless. Good, accidentally killing my sex doll would have been annoying.

In my mind’s eye, I could trace the spell’s alterations, as it ensured that her body would crave my attention like a starving man craved food. She would always want me, no matter how much her mind hated it.

Lubrication was the woman’s responsibility, and my magic just gave nature’s existing solution a little push.

“Rollover,” I commanded.

The little sounds of pain and fear she made rolling onto her back were nearly as erotic as the feel of her pussy rotating around my cock. Looking down, the second problem was obvious. I had thrust as deeply into her as I could, but even though the head of my cock pushed against her cervix, she barely accommodated half my length.

Correcting this problem had been much more complicated. Instead of one simple rune, three runes were required. The magic would make a few adjustments, and her vagina would be able to stretch much farther than a normal woman. Keyword being stretch. She would still be tight for all three of my forms. Since I was already making other changes, I also created a spell that would remove all hair below her neck. I used the third rune to take control of her menstrual cycle. Not that I’d let a little blood interrupt my pleasure. I would have full control when it was time to breed her.

A gloating smile touched the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about my pain. I might have been able to deal with that. No, he cared about how much pain he caused. I shivered. He drunk in my pain like fine wine.

He pricked three places in the triangle of pubic hair above my vagina with one of the claws he had in this half-animal form. A metal disc was placed right where each claw had broken my skin. Were they coins? He pressed down; fingers splayed. I had just enough time to realize this was what he had done to my neck before searing agony hit. Pain accompanied by the sound of sizzling flesh and the scent of burning hair.

I cried out in agony.

A few moments later, he picked the little discs up and dropped them on the side of his desk. One hand rubbed across my pubic hair and it just… came away. A few more intimate stokes and my pussy was as bare as any porn actress.

Michael gently cupped my breasts, and his index fingers flicked back and forth across my nipples. They hardened instantly. I tried to ignore his touch, knowing that pain was sure to follow.

He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. God. His touch sent spikes of pleasure straight through my core. Regardless of my intentions. He was the worst kind of evil. A sadistic rapist bastard. Yet, it made no difference to my body. Michael pressed my breasts against each other, holding them side-by-side. He leaned down and licked across the top of both my breasts with his long raspy tongue. Across both nipples. I cried out again, this time in ecstasy.

I tried to choke back moans of pleasure, but my body betrayed me, and his touch drove everything else from my mind. Little nips and long licks with his incredible tongue and its sandpaper texture drove me wild.

At some point, my pleading changed. With a rush of horror, I realized I was wordlessly begging for him to continue, instead of pleading for him to stop. I tried to hide my face in shame, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. One finger on his other hand pressed down on my clit and wiggled. His muzzle sucked and licked its way around my breasts. I pressed them together, so he could lick across both nipples with his marvelous tongue at the same time.

Everything else he had done to me had been humiliating and painful, but at least that had been beyond my control. Realizing that I was holding my breasts so that my fucking rapist could better lick them was a whole new level of humiliation.

Especially since that realization didn’t stop me.

Between his mouth and the finger stroking my clit, I hit my peak and cried out in orgasmic bliss. I lost control of my body, writhing and moaning blissfully underneath his powerful body. His finger didn’t slow its methodical assault on my clit, and like the flipping of a switch, it was suddenly too sensitive.

Instinctively, I tried to scoot away while simultaneously pulling his finger off that incredibly sensitive nub of flesh.

“Too much! It’s too sensitive!” I practically screamed.

Michael ignored me. He held me in place. Not only was I unable to pull his finger away, but he rolled back my hood and directly assaulted my suddenly bare clit.

Overwhelming sensations exploded as though someone had touched a live wire to my clit. What had been pleasure was suddenly both ecstasy and agony.

He thrust his cock ruthlessly into my spasming pussy. Impossibly, my body stretched painfully to accommodate him. When he thrust into me, his penis spines folded against his shaft. But, when he pulled back, they dug into my sensitive flesh and scraped along painfully.

He pulled himself out. Like raking fingernails, spines scraped along the inside of my vagina. They didn’t quite draw blood, but every spike was another source of torment.

It was agony.

It was ecstasy.

Mercifully, my mind blanked out. My world slowed, and I floated on a cloud of pleasure and pain. My thoughts shattered, and my body surrendered to his overwhelming power. Distantly, I was aware that he continued to ruthlessly fuck my pussy. Somewhere, someone screamed and begged, shuddering underneath their master.

Rushing sensations crashed into me, and I was the one screaming. Begging. Writhing in agony. Squirming in ecstasy. Pleading for him to stop. Begging him to continue. I was the one underneath my terrible and terrifying master.

An eternity later, he roared with pleasure. Cum squirted into my already stuffed pussy. With each pulse, he tried to push deeper into me. Finally, he collapsed. His weight practically crushed me beneath him. Slowly, my mind started working again. One thought chased itself in circles.

Master was deep inside his sex doll. Soon, he would pull free, and I dreaded that moment with all my being.

He chuckled, and propped himself up on one hand, looking down into my terrified eyes. He pulled back just a little, just enough for the spines to catch. His eyes closed and he shuddered with pleasure.

“Do you have any idea how wonderful it feels when they scrape against you?”

“No, Master,” I said. I remember reading that penis spines were made of keratin, like fingernails. How could he feel anything? They don’t have nerve endings.

“Oh yes,” he purred, slowly pulling a few painful inches free. “It feels like each spine is directly connected to pure ecstasy.” In one long slow movement, he pulled free, groaning with pleasure every inch of the way.

I spent the time gritting my teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of another scream. I stared up at the ceiling. The rustling of clothing told me that Michael was getting dressed.

He was getting dressed!

I sat up and looked around for my clothing. I hurried over and picked my shirt and bra up from the floor where he had dropped them. My jeans and panties were on the desk. Panties in hand, I started to dress.

Back in human form, Michael held out his hand, stopping me. Unbidden tears blurred my eyes as I handed him first my panties, then the rest of my clothes. He seemed to consider them as he sat back down in his chair.

Michael opened a desk drawer and dropped my clothing on top of my purse. He picked up my cell phone and popped open the back and pulled out the battery and sim card. Both went into the drawer, and he threw the rest of my phone in the trash.

“Kneel.”

I obeyed. In many ways, today felt like a dream. A nightmare. Were-creatures. Being raped. My family forgetting me. Willingly, if you want to call it that, signing up to become his Living Sex Doll and a Urinal.

The bitter thought didn’t stop my body from tightening involuntarily.

“Doll, you’re quite the eager little slut when I get you going,” said Michael, interrupting my thoughts. Mortified, ducked my head down, letting my hair hide my face. Out of everyone in the world, he was the last one I should have wanted. Literally anyone was better than being touched by him. What was wrong with me?

Michael grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to meet his cruel gaze.

“Only orgasm through my touch. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t look away from the face of my rapist. I was trapped by his golden eyes. Predatory eyes. After a long moment, he released my hair and rolled his chair forward, pushing me back into position.

Under his desk.

Naked.

Kneeling between his legs.

His cum dripping down my thighs.