My, What Big Teeth You Have... (Closed for slicemeup)

[marauder13]

He had never felt so at home in a place as his did in the woods that he thought of as his range. He could walk the lands with his eyes closed, and know exactly where he was, and what was around him.

The night was slightly overcast, allowing for patches of darkness so thick it could almost be cut with a knife. The wind was soft enough to make the scents of everything move further than normal, but not cause too much excess noise. He felt as one with the surrounds. This was bliss, this was heaven on Earth.

Hardly anyone came through these woods anymore. Very few people used the roads, no one used the trails, except for him. He had worked hard to have the area protected, legally, and even more so to ensure that his fostern, his pack of wolves were protected, even when they were 'responsible' for the deaths of trespassers. Or idiots who thought they could kill the wolves that lived in his range. He made sure that they never did that ever again.

But it had been 12 years since his first change. He had been a teenager when it happened. He did the only sane thing he could do when it happened. He ran away from home. To this day, he does not know how it happened, or why he can do what he does.

Unlike the myths, he can change when he wants to. He can take on the form of a wolf, and run with his fostern. But he can take on his killing form. The bipedal, 7' half man, half wolf, wall of coarse fur coated muscle that can easily lift a small car and throw it. The huge snout that sports massive great big teeth, and huge taloned paws that are more like hands.

But now, he walked the woods in his birth form, human. He was 6'3", 220 lbs of bone, muscle and a little of everything else to hold it all together. His brown hair was roughly cut, and his beard showed similar treatment. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans that had seen plenty of wear and nothing on his dirty feet.

But his wanders were cut short when he heard the sounds of an intruder. Another human had entered his territory. He wasted little time heading off to find the source, and then deal with it appropriately.

 

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wandering off the beaten path

Oops! Lets try again! One more time!

 

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wandering off the beaten path

The girl Poppy had just finished the late shift at a fancy restaurant. Her black hair had fallen out of the twist it had been in, and now fell to her slender hips. She carried a heavy old coat in one arm, and an umbrella in the other. She rarely brought herself this way, but she had just missed the last bus out of town, so she had to walk home 4 miles from work. She sighed, her chunky heel making a 'crunch crunch' on the wooded path. She needed heels. At five foot nothing, and 100 lbs., she wasn't the most imposing figure. She silently cursed having asian parents who insisted on living on a farm so far from civilization.

She was surprised to find no animals down this path, or really anything else. One usually saw a rat or two this late. Her brown eyes shifted warily in the shadows, and wondered if there was really anything to fear out here...

 

[marauder13]

He reached a spot where he could observe the intruder without being seen. He crouched down, the dark colours of the flannel helped him to blend in to the darkened undergrowth. He remained still from the first moment he saw her.

A woman... he had not seen a woman in years. This one was petite, with long raven coloured hair, and delicate asian features. He caught whiff of her scent, and it went straight to his groin. His eyes remained still as he watched her go past. He had never seen anything like her in his life before. He never felt that he had been missing anything, but with her passage, he knew he needed her.

And since she was here, she was right for the taking.

 

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She wasn't watching where she was going. She kept her eyes straight ahead. She swore she saw the shadows move to the side. She tried to hurry faster, picking up the pace. She didn't see the tree roots, and her heel got caught on one. She fell, scraping her knees, twisting her ankle. Poppy let out a cry, and in her pain, fear crept up in the back of her mind. Were those eyes she saw shining in the brush? Was that a breath ruffling the leaves? She tried to free her foot, but it was very painful!

 

[marauder13]

He heard her pick up her pace a little. Maybe he had not chose his place well enough, it mattered little to him then. But he heard her fall.

He moved quickly, wasting little time. He saw her lying on the ground, holding her foot. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach. He grabbed her arms and drew them up behind her back so each hand was near the opposing elbow. He took her hair, and wrapped it around the wrists, tying it into a knot to hold them tightly together. He tore off a sleeve from the coat, knotting one up to make a gag. He shoved it into her mouth, making sure that she could not easily spit it out.

He picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. He gathered all of her possessions and started jogging back to his home. Now he had company. Now he had a mate.

 

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She didn't have time to react. One second, her arms were gripped around her back, and she was pinned by the man. She wasn't sure it was a man. Its breath was hot on her back, and it/he had big hands. She felt something shoved into her mouth and she couldn't scream, only moan as the creature picked her up and threw her over his back. He was actually being gentle, she surmised, but she also guessed he was in a rush. And by the speed at which he ran, he wanted away from the path NOW!

 

[marauder13]

It took him about half an hour of running to get them back to his home. In the middle of the woods stood an old house that dated back to the Civil War. It even had a good underground complex attached to it. Over the first three years he lived there, he learned about woodworking as he made the place habitable. It might not look in good condition, but he knew better.

He took the steps two at time. He went through the front door, and went through the house quickly, taking her down into the complex below the house.

He stopped, sniffing as he turned his head to face various tunnels. He then moved down one tunnel, taking a few turns, back tracking twice as he sniffed at each junction. He came to a door, and kicked it open.

He dumped her on a mattress that lay on the floor. He ripped the cloth out of her mouth, and proceeded to undo the knot in her hair that bound her wrists. In the process, he had her arched backward painfully until he finally undid his earlier work.

He looked down on her, taking in her features, smiling. He grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing it to his nose, taking in a deep breath. He then grabbed a handful of her hair closer to her scalp, lifting her to her feet as he took another deep breath below her ear where the jaw met the neck.

He threw her back to the mattress. His smile broad.

"Welcome home, mate."

 

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Her body twisted around, and she tried to get a look at her captor.

"What do you mean, 'mate'? Who are you? Where am I?"

She whips her head around, muscles creaking in her neck and shoulders. But its dark. The run through the warren of tunnels had her confused as to where she was. The mattress was musty, a little dirty. Her white blouse was stained and dirty from her earlier fall. Her hair was a mess in front of her eyes, and her ankle throbbed with dull pain. She wondered if the man was going to kill her or rape her or...

Her body shuddered at the last thought. Second base was as far as shed ever gotten before. If he wanted "that" from her, she would rather die!

 

[marauder13]

"What do you mean, 'mate'? Who are you? Where am I?"

"You are my woman now. You will be my mate... if we married, you would be my wife. But, once I take you, you will be mine. Anyone else that tried to take you from me will die.

"I am... I am..." His brow furrowed, a look of confusion crossed his face. "I am... Dave. Yes, Dave.

"You are home. This room is where you will live until I feel you deserve to live elsewhere in my house."

He dropped down, grabbing the leg with the sore ankle. He pulled it closer to his face, sniffing it before he roughly put her foot through a series of motions that brought bouts of sharp stabbing pain.

"Nothing broken. I will get ice for it." He stood and walked to the door. "Don't try and escape. I will catch you and you will be punished. You will stay here until I return." Then he was swallowed by the darkness.

 

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"Dave?" she asked, but he didn't hear her. Or maybe he did, but he made no move to respond. She watched his broad back round a corner, and he left her alone. It was dark here, and she could only make out vague shapes.

Poppy heard her stomach growl, and wondered why she had to finsh late. If not, she would have eaten at the restaurant, and got on the last bus that would have taken her to the drive way of her parent's farm.

She thought of her parents, and a tear fell. What would they think? Would they call the cops? Would they bother looking? They always assumed she had a boyfriend she was seeing on the sly when she came home late. And Poppy wished that were true. Maybe if she did, she wouldn't be stuck in this hole in the ground. He would have driven her home in a nice car, or at least walked with her to make sure she was safe. But she was alone. Well, not alone. Now, she was stuck with the crazy man Dave, in his crazy house, in crazy tunnels, underground. Or at least, she thought it was underground.

She heard Dave coming back, and he walked back into the roughly-hewn room. She looked up, and gasped. He was actually kind of handsome. Not what she was expecting from a kidnapper and potential rapist.

 

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Dave found some ice, some cold meat and bread for his mate, and a battery powered lantern which was on, and shedding some light.

He entered the room, and found her more or less sitting in the same spot he left her. He hung the lantern from a hook on the wall above the mattress. The ice was in a plastic bag which he placed over her ankle.

"Now, before you get any food, you need to strip. If you don't, I will strip you. If I need to strip you, your clothes will not be wearable afterward. Now!"

While he waited, he pulled off his shirt, showing a well developed torso topped with broad shoulders, tapering down to a flat abdomen. There was the faintest signs of a six pack, but it was hard to see. All of his movements seemed graceful and efficient. All the time he had his eyes on Poppy, and they never wavered.

 

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Poppy unbuttoned her shirt with shaky fingers. The ice sent a chill up her leg to her heart. Was he really asking her to do this? She pulled her shirt off, and snapped the front clasp of her bra. His eyes were intense and dark, and they stayed on her, never once leaving. So her hands worked automatically. She peeled her bra down, revealing small brown nipples on small but perky tits.

Her breath came faster as she reached for her pants. She raised her hips and leaned back onto the dirty mattress. She slipped her pants down, revealing she wasn't wearing panties. She knew he could smell her scent on the air, but couldn't say or do anything about it, now. She gingerly pulled her pants down her sore ankle, and discarded it on the mattress. As best she could, she tried to cover her nudity from Dave's eyes.

 

[marauder13]

"I asked you to strip so I could see what you have, woman!" He grabbed her hands, pulling them out of the way. "Get used to it. I will be seeing lots of your body, as you will of mine."

He stood up, and undid his jeans, taking them off quickly. His boxers were already tenting as he jeans joined the shirt on the floor. He saw the look of fright on her face as she stared at his boxers.

"What? Haven't you seen one of these before?" He pulled his boxers down, allowing his enormous erection to stand free. Totally naked like her, he squatted down, looking at her exposed body. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the fear induced dampening of her sex.

"Seems that you are readying yourself for it though. Good. Food can wait until we're finished."

 

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Poppy watched as her captor stripped his pants and boxers down.

"What? Haven't you seen one of these before?" He asked, before sliding his boxers down. His cock was huge! The kind of thing only seen in her father's porn stash. And this man wanted to do things like that to her.

She knew he smelled her wetness, and wanted to cover herself from him, but knew that if she tried, Dave would only get angry again, and maybe hurt her. He pinned her to the mattress, her clothes bunched under her back. He parted her knees with one of his, and she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"Please... please stop." She whimpered, as she felt his cock and balls on her thigh and belly.

 

[marauder13]

"Please... please stop."

"Why? This is what men and women who are mated do. In time, we will do more. But first..."

He shifted himself to allow him to get rid of her clothes from underneath her. He then positioned the head of his shaft against her lower lips, rubbing them as he got into position. As she tried to squirm, he dropped his weight on her, pining her hard to the mattress.

"Stay still!" He growl to her. "It will hurt you less." When she stopped trying to move away from him, he slowly pushed himself into her tight passageway. It was so tight, it was uncomfortable for him at first.

He ignored her screams and cries as he pushed further into her. Her body was adapting to his size, but she was still tight. Then he reached her maidenhead, and stopped.

"Hah. My woman was a virgin. Good, not bad habits to break." He pulled back slightly, then rammed her hard, breaking through the barrier and pushing until he was completely sheathed within her, though he could feel the end of her canal close to his head.

"There, not so bad." He pulled himself back until only his head was still within her. He pushed it back into her until he buried himself within her. His did that a few times, until she was well lubricated. Then, he started to pound away on her body, hard, fast and with most of his length.

 

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She tried to struggle away from him, his cock pressing against her opening. She didn't hear the words he said, only her heart racing in her ears. This wasn't how she pictured losing her virginity. Not under some wild stranger, pushing into her, until the dull filling sensation became sharp pain.

He spoke again, and pulled back, as if he were going to stop. But suddenly, he drove back into her, and she felt something tear inside her pussy. She screaned, and saw stars in front of her. The pain was blinding, humiliation and anger filling her. She dug her nails into him, as he started rutting slowly, her pussy releasing kubricating juices to ease his passage into her. She didn't want her body to start feeling good. But it did.

Even as he started to move faster, and harder, forcing her breath out in gasps and mewls, she felt the sharp tingling of arousal in her clit. It was different from the times she would touch herself. Sharper, deeper. She felt her hips start to move on their own, and her body told her to let this happen. Even as her mind screamed 'this is wrong! Stop', her body said 'more, please?'

she held onto his body, the rough fucking making her moans of pain become guilty pleasure. No one told her it would start to feel good, with the initial pain of penetration finally ebbing. She was putty under him, now. Her mind was silent, and she just wanted to feel her body crest into the orgasm he was building with his thrusts.

 

[marauder13]

Poppy started matching his thrusts, and he found himself approaching his climax faster than he anticipated. But then her tightness was working wonders on his shaft as he continued the rapidly pound her. He started to feel the tension within himself buildup, and with one last brutal shove, he pushed himself deep into her as he started pumping what must have felt like gallons of warm liquid into her.

With each pump of his fluids into her, he pushed himself in again with a grunt. When he finished, he looked down at his woman lying below him. She was still pinned on his manhood that was still fully erect.

"hmmm... you're good for a virgin. The more we do it, the better you'll be. Time to enjoy you again."

He pulled himself out of her, and with incredible ease flipped her onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips with both of his hands and guided himself back into her. Once he started entering her, he thrust into her hard, pulling her hips back at the same time until her arse slapped into his groin. He paused a little to shift himself around a little, then started brutally thrusting into her while he guided her hips in unison to his thrusts.

 

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The mounting was rough and hard, the way she knew it would be. His hands gripped tightly to her shoulders, her tits, dirty nails digging into her soft flesh. She couldn't stop herself from moaning and wiggling under her captor. Her own hands gripped her powerful arms, feeling the muscles ripple under taut flesh.

He came inside her, over and over. She felt the pulsing within her womb, the heat of his cum running down her ass, onto the mattress. Every sharp thrust was punctuated with a grunt.

He said something again, but she couldn't hear: the blood rushing through her was too loud. Instead, he pulled out and turned her onto her belly, propping her knees up, and shoved his cock back into her. She instinctively held herself up with her palms on the mattress, and felt him grip her hips. She braced for another violent penetration.

Thankfully, his maneuvering was eased by their mutual secretions. She felt his cock bump her cervix, and slide over. He adjusted himself, his hair scratching her sensitive skin. Nothing had ever touched that deep inside her pussy before, and she was finding the jolts quite enjoyable.

Her breathing quickened, and she thrust back at him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her hair spread over her back and shoulders, stuck to the sweat or their exertions. She couldn't describe the sensations inside of her, except it was like exploding. Her cunt clenched down on his massive cock, and she felt juices trickle down, alnost like she was peeing. But it wasn't. She heard about girl-cum, but never managed to do it, before. Her thighs shook under her weight, and she dropped her head to the mattress, gasping for air.

 

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He felt her climax, and her tight passageway became tighter still, so much so that when he thrust back into her, it was enough to make him peak again. Again, pushing as deep into her as he could go, he pumped more cum into her. He gripped her hips tightly as he used her to hold himself upright.

He pulled himself out of her, and let her fall to the mattress, watching her panting for breath. Sitting back on his heels, he nodded vigourously.

"You're good. You make a good mate for me. You feel good on my cock. Now, before you eat, you need to do cleaning up." Dave reached over and grabbed a good handful of her hair, and dragged her closer to his slightly limp, glistening shaft. "You need to clean juices off before you eat."

He brought her close enough that her lips were close to his manhood. She could smell the combined scents of their arousal as well as the scent of him.

 

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She winced at his rough handling of her hair, gasping as he pulled her face to his crotch.

"You need to clean juices off before you eat." His cock was wet, and smelled of their juices. She had never tasted herself, and wondered if this wouldn't taste good. But he gave her no choice, and she opened her juicy lips. He thrust his hips forward, and took him in. Poppy had seen porn, and knowing her performance was going to decide if she lived or died, she massaged it with her tongues. She bobbed her head back and forth, forming a vaccum around his shaft, and tried to take as much down as she could. Poppy gagged when he hit the back of her throat, and came back up for air. After swirling her tongue around the tip, she tried again. Repeating the process over and over, wondering when he would be satisfied.

 

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Dave was surprised when his woman took him in her mouth. He didn't think she would be that eager, but he was not going to complain. He simply meant for her to lick the juices off.

But like her cunt, her mouth was nice and tight on his cock. She was also trying to take him in all the way too, and she was getting close. He helped her by pushing himself that little further, holding her there for a few seconds before letting her pull away. Once he knew she had cleaned his shaft, he positioned her to lick his sack that was also covered in their juices.

"It's good that you like me so much, woman. When we wake in the morning, there will be more fun together. I liked that you were eager to please me, as a good mate should. Maybe, tomorrow, I'll give you a drink. Yes?"

 

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She listened to Dave talk above her, as she lapped at his balls, taking in, then the other on her tongue. She was secretly enjoying this, learning to enjoy his taste mixed with her's. She heard him say "Maybe, tomorrow, I'll give you a drink. Yes?". She looked up at him from her crotch.

"A drink?" knowing he would get angry if she stopped, she went back to cleaning him, her tongue darting back and forth, his heavy balls swinging and when they fell out of her mouth. Did he really plan on keeping her long? Did he really want her to be his? Would she have to submit to him every day like this?

She felt his cum dribbling down her thigh, her ankle sore and swollen. Her breasts hurt, her pussy hurt, and everything else in between. She wanted to sleep, to make everything that happened become a memory, because the reality was scary.

 

[marauder13]

"Yes, drink. Cumming in your mouth for you to swallow. You can take it into you well. With practice, you will take it all and not struggle. You will be a good mate. Many years of enjoyment in you."

Seeing she had cleaned him up, he got up and got the plate of food for her and put it down for her. He wandered out of the room, returning a minute later with a jug of water and a large plastic cup. He then left her again, returning again after a few minutes with a bucket and what looked like a stool. He set them up in the corner of the room.

"This is your home for now. When you're not with me elsewhere, you will be here. Until I can trust you enough for another room." He sat down, watching her eat.

 

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Poppy took the offered food. "Thank you." She said, and started to chew on the cold meat. Not fresh, but certainly edible. Her mind swam with questions about what this would mean. She looked at her arms, and the bruises coming up in the shape of his fingers. She wondered what else was in store for her? What would happen if she upset him?

The bread was dry, so she poured herself some water, and drank deeply. Her fingers shook, and she dribbled some down her breasts. She looked down and found more bruises. She touched one on her hip, and marvelled at the state she was in. Her hair was a mess, she was covered in bruises, and was thanking the man who literally carried her off and raped her! Was she going crazy? No, she reasoned in her mind. She was surviving. No one can blame her for doing what she needed to for survival.

The rugged stranger watched her, his eyes following her movements. He was naked, his cock limp but still appearing massive. His hair was messy, his skin still slick with sweat from their mating. He sniffed the air often, as if looking for some scent. But all Poppy could smell was sex, sweat, and earth. Finally, after eating a little, she spoke to him. "Who are you? Why did you take me like this?"