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A Babe Amongst...Werewolves? Ch. 01

Hello Lit! This is a werewolf story, with elements of Non Human, NonConsent/Reluctance and BDSM, although be aware, this chapter has no sex scenes! But they're a coming!

Feedback welcome, good or the bad, but please be gentle, I'm sensitive! Thanks for reading! :)

Chapter 1

I hurried down the deserted street nervously, my eyes flicking around, checking my surroundings as I went.

"Why did I agree to work the late shift, why Elle Roberts, why?" I muttered to myself, somewhat melodramatically. It was hard to resist though, the tips were just so much better at night. I worked in a small Italian restaurant waitressing, and really needed all the money I got, I barely made the rent as it was.

The area I lived in bordered one of the rougher areas, Jericho Green, and though it was relatively safe, occasionally the thugs from Jericho would stray into my district, in search of fresh victims. I turned the corner, sighing in relief, I was on my street now, it was a nice place, most if the houses were on larger blocks. I lived in the small block of units at the end of the street.

As I kept walking down, I heard footsteps behind me. Startled I looked around, and couldn't help but squeak slightly in surprise. About 15 feet behind me were two enormous men. They had to be about 6'4-6'5, and were built like brick shithouses. They both had dark hair, though I couldn't make out their features in the dark I could see one of the men had longish hair, and the other had a buzz cut

I quickly looked ahead and sped up my pace. "Almost there Elle, you're just being paranoid" I told myself, as the men's footsteps dropped further away from earshot. I risked looking back, and could see they were now about 30 feet behind me. I smiled to myself "so silly Elle," I chided.

I looked forward again, only to freeze. There was another man in front of me, blocking my path. Unlike the other two, his hair was blonde, his skin pale, but there was something about him that was so similar to the others. He smiled at me, a cruel gleam in his eye. I felt my stomach give a nervous roll, my mouth was dry. I looked behind me again, the two men were about 15 feet behind me, but they'd stopped moving, just watching, waiting.

"RUN!!" My mind screamed at me, but I couldn't. I was to scared, I don't know, I guess in the flight or fight response system, I'd gone with the apparent third option..freeze.

I continued to stare at them, I could feel myself trembling.

The blonde man smiled again, and took a step towards me "hello there little one" he said easily, "you look like you're going to be a lot of fun" then licked his lips and looked me up and down, leaving no confusion as to his meaning.

I stared him for another second, before adrenaline finally kicked my butt into action. I bolted to the left across the street, desperate to escape these men. Where I was running to I'm not actually sure, truthfully I was so panicked I was more like a cornered animal rather than a skillful escapee.

I could hear their feet thudding behind me. I was barely halfway across the road before I felt hands around my waist. I inhaled to let out a huge scream, when a thick forearm dressed against my throat, silencing me. I gasped for air as the arm tightened, I clawed frantically at my captors arm.

"Really now" I heard Buzz Cut whisper silkily into my ear, "you don't want to cause a scene do you? I'd hate to have to kill one of your neighbors if they were to come out here, in some misguided attempt to help you." I stiffened, before slackening in his arms, breathing noisily as he released his arm from my neck, and simply stood slightly behind me. Most of my neighbors were elderly, retirees and the such. These men were dangerous, but I didn't want anyone else to get hurt.

Blondie halted in front of me and chuckled, "there's a good girl, now get in the van" he said condescendingly, smirking down at me. I glared at him angrily. I may not be screaming my lungs out but that didn't mean I was going to make their abduction any easier. I spat at him, hitting his cheek.

"Fuck you, you ugly prick" I hissed, "I'm not getting into your van like some goddamn pet!"

Blondie stared as he slowly wiped the spit from his face. As he leant towards me, I felt my fury dissolve rapidly, quickly replacing itself with fear.

"Good job Elle," I berated myself internally "take 10 fucking seconds to run away from strange scary men, but then when you know you're going to be abducted by them, THEN spit at them, fucking brilliant."

As Blondie went to grab me, panic overtook me again as I quickly tried to dart away forgetting about Buzz Cut and Long Hair flanking me. In my haste to get away I merely ended up smashing into Buzz Cut, before landing on my butt on the road. Buzz Cut started down at me, smirking, clearly unaffected by the collision. Before I could get up myself, I was hauled up onto my feet by Blondie. He hugged me from behind, I could feel his hardness through the back of my skirt. One of his large hands wrapped around my throat, the other squeezed my crotch, I tried to squirm away, but his grip just tightened.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that little stunt" he whispered to me "I'm going to enjoy making you regret that." Despite my anger, I felt my body shiver involuntarily at his threat.

He chuckled before dragging me to a darkened van and shoving me into the van. I landed awkwardly, and whirled around at one last attempt to fight. Before I could do anything, I felt a pin prick on my neck, and then blackness took me.

"Ugh" I groaned, my head was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were cemented shut as I slowly peeled them open. Memories of last night quickly started popping up. The abduction, the men, the van. I quickly tried to stand up, before realizing I couldn't.

I was sitting on my butt on the ground, my hands were bound to a wooden pole behind my back, my feet were tied together at the ankles and a piece of cloth was tied around my head, gagging me. I was also naked, I realized, as I looked down at my body. "Wonderful, just fucking wonderful."

As my eyes slowly adjusted, the only source of light coming from a fire, I was outside, in a what appeared to be a small clearing in a forest. I blinked again, totally disorientated. I heard a whimpering noise to my left, I swiveled my head and gasped. To the left of me were more women, bound and gagged in the same way as me on poles, each about 5 feet apart, in a line. Quickly I counted, there were five, five other women than me.

"Holy shit, keep calm" I breathed to myself, "calm down, breathe, just breathe."

I forced myself to breathe slowly and evenly, although I could feel my whole body shaking against the pole.

A branch cracked in the forest, drawing our attention, silencing the whimpering. Suddenly, Blondie appeared, all he had on was a pair of low hung jeans, a predatory look on his face. He was flanked by two extremely large dark grey wolves. As he stood there, I could see there were more men and wolves standing around us in a circle, all the other men were naked, and all silent.

I just stared at him in shock. "What the fuck is this?" I thought to myself "some sort of weird sacrificial cult?"

Near me I could hear the whimpers start up again, louder this time. I was terrified, but more than that, I was fucking livid! I had spent the last three years busting my ass waiting tables, struggling to make ends meet, only to end up as some picture in a police station on a goddam missing persons board! I was an orphan, so it wasn't as if I'd have family pushing to find me or anything, I'd be forgotten, invisible. My adrenaline surged as I got angry, and I struggled uselessly against my bonds. Blondie raised an eyebrow at me, I scowled back in response.

"Pack members" he boomed, walking into the clearing.

"Tonight, we bring in new blood! " Some of the wolves howled, sending shivers down my spine. A slow, cruel smile crossed his face.

"It's time for the Changing Ceremony" he announced, as he approached the farthest woman from me, at the other end of the line of poles.

He pulled out a knife from his pants. I felt my stomach clench, the small woman on the end was sobbing as she struggled, her legs pushing into the dirt. He deftly reached behind her, cutting her bonds free, and doing the same for her ankles and her mouth. He roughly pulled her to her feet, and dragged her away from the poles. She tried to cover herself with her hands, crying.

"Run" he barked. She started at him, bewildered.

"Run" he barked again, before looking towards the two wolves, "unless you want them to catch you" her eyes widened at the meaning, before turning to run.

It happened so fast, if I blinked I would of missed it. She had taken hardly a step before they were on her, biting and tearing.

I closed my eyes as I listened to her screaming, my anger had quickly been replaced by cold hard fear. I trembled, her screaming had stopped, I could hear her breathing hoarsely, her gasps short and jagged.

Blondie reached down and patted one of the giant wolves on the head, before heading towards the second woman. As he untied her she seemed to have a better idea, she took off right away, but her legs were wobbly from being tied up. She made it to the forest, when suddenly a large black wolf tackled her to the ground. I could see her arms flailing as he shook her in her jaws like the proverbial rag doll.

The wolves and men were excited, it was the strangest, most terrifying thing I had ever seen. "Some sort of weird cult that bred giant wolf dogs" I wondered to myself. As Blondie approached the third woman, I shut my eyes, I couldn't watch this. I ignored her screams, as well as the women after her, refusing to even watch.

Suddenly, there was silence. I realised then, that it was my turn. As I opened my eyes again, I surveyed the scene. The woman were all slumped on the ground, bloodied and bleeding, but I noted, still alive. "God were these sick fuckers going to just keep doing this until we died?" I wondered, as I glared at Blondie as he came over to me.

He crouched in front of me, "I've been looking forward to watching you," he hissed, "thought I'd save you for last."

As he leaned forward to cut my bonds me, I pulled my legs up so my feet were flat against the ground, so I could rise quickly. As he cut my bonds, I tried to look terrified,which, was easier than I would've liked. He cut the bonds off my mouth and legs first, then reach behind for my arms.

I felt my arms fall to my sides. As he began to rise, I lunged for him. Scrabbling, I scratched his face, and aiming for the part where his neck meets his shoulder, I bit that motherfucker as hard as I could.

"Screw this, if I'm going to die, I might as well try and get my pound of flesh first" I thought, as I clenched tighter on his neck, tasting blood, my nails raking down his face.

He howled as he threw me off him, I landed in the dirt, winding me. I grinned ferociously at him in satisfaction, pleased that I at least drew blood. The ugly scratches ran down the right side of his face, and he looked livid.

"Sorry Blondie, were you expecting me to cower in front of your little dogs?" I spat angrily, though to me it sounded desperate and terrified.

I couldn't help but cower slightly, despite my facade as the two large brown wolves advanced on me.

"Well, at least I probably pissed them off enough to get a quick death" I thought.

"No" Blondie stated.

I stared at him. No? Perhaps he was impressed with my bravery and was going to let me go?

He must have seen the hopeful look in my eyes. He laughed.

"Not you, them" he nodded towards the wolves. "Normally, they get the pleasure, but I think I'm going to enjoy hurting you.."

I felt my blood run cold as he pulled off his pants. "Great, I only managed to get myself raped the savaged, nice one Elle" I thought. As he stood up again, I gasped. At around 6'4, blonde and tanned, I had to admit he was a magnificent specimen. However all my attention was focused between his now naked legs.

"That's it" I gasped, staring, completely shocked. I'd never seen one like it!

Despite my fear, or perhaps in part due to it, I started laughing. "That's it" I gasped again between breaths. "You make this big show, and then that's what you have to show for it?"

I pointed a shaking hand to his crotch, before rolling forward onto my knees.

"Well for your sakes I hope you're a grower not a shower" I quipped, as I laughed hysterically, powerless to control myself.

"Big bad Blondie has a small package" I crowed out, unable to calm down. I rolled onto my back and kept laughing, I was almost crying I laughed so hard. I could feel my body shaking, and I could feel his anger but I just couldn't stop myself.

"I'm sorry" I wheezed, holding up my hand, "it's not your fault, frostbite isn't something to make fun of" I managed to splutter out, before losing control again.

I knew this was a bad idea, ridiculing him, but screw it, I figured I was about to die, might as well get a few shots. I could hear a strange popping noise, which grabbed my attention. As I sat up and stared at him I shrieked. His face was strangely elongated and be was hunched over unnaturally, blonde hair was covering his body as I watched. "Not hair" I realized, "fur." I watched in horror as Blondie was replaced by a large, blonde wolf.

He growled as he approached me, I scrambled backwards on the ground, my mind spinning. "Werewolves, he's a fucking werewolf, but that's not possible, that's not possible" I thought frantically. I felt my back hit something solid, I looked up to see one of the men looking down at me, I'd backed up into his legs. As I looked forward again, Blondie lunged, his jaws wide open. I felt them close around my torso, and then mercifully darkness took me.

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