Wolfman


It was a beautiful summer afternoon for soaking up the sun in her backyard. Julie wore a white cotton tee, with the sleeves and the bottom half cut off, leaving her arms and her tummy completely bare, a blue pair of jersey shorts that stopped mid thigh, and nothing else. She hadn't bothered with underwear or socks, as her parents were out of town and it was just a lazy day with no one to see and nothing to do, and the cool grass felt good beneath her toes. She was reclining on a lawn chair with a cup of iced cool-aid beside her, and her iPod on shuffle.

Bruno Mars was singing about making love like a gorilla when a loud growl startled Julie out of her seat. Her heart was in her throat before she even turned around. She caught a glimpse of something large and furry as she glanced over her shoulder, then her world was a blur of motion.

When her vision steadied, she was sitting on the rock landscaping in the front yard. There was a hole in the wooden fence that separated the front yard from the back, the hole apparently created when her body flew through it. Julie's lower lip was busted, and the right side of her head felt wet. She touched it and saw red on her fingers. There were scrapes and bruises up and down her arms and legs, but that was all forgotten when she peered through the fence and saw what was in her backyard.

A fearsome creature, which by all accounts should not have existed, was coming at her. It was the size of half a dozen men, with a chest as wide as a car and biceps the size of her torso. Its body was covered in fur, and its hands and feet were capped with long, razor sharp claws, yet it stood on its hind haunches, like a human. Its head was that of a canine, with a long, snarling snout lined with vicious fangs, and the savage eyes of a hunter. It lept through the fence with shocking agility, tearing chunks of wood away as a football player might tear through a paper sign, and Julie scrambled to her feet.

It was pointless to run. Her bare feet hindered her mobility, and this beast was faster than Julie could dream of being even on her best day, but thousands of years of genetic coding could not be ignored. She had barely taken two steps when the thing caught her, its massive, furry hand wrapping around her waist, its claws biting mercilessly into her hips. Julie cried out as she was lifted her off her feet and struggled to free herself, but she might as well have tried to bend hardened steel. The creature needed only one hand to hold her, and with its free hand it plucked her shirt from her chest like it was a tired old rag, the seams coming apart around her.

Her perky young breasts bounced free in the warm summer air, and as an act of habitual modesty Julie covered them with her hands. It was foolish to worry about indecency at such a time, but old habits die hard. Julie's priorities quickly changed when she felt something hard and wet pressing into her crotch, and she wasn't sure if the ripping sound that she heard was her shorts or her cervix. She felt the thing's member deep inside her, much too deep, pushing against her guts, and screamed as the beast began to move her up and down his slimy cock like a pump.

Its claws raked across her belly, and when she looked down she saw her intestines poking through broken skin in seven different places. Jesus, it's ripping me to shreds. It moved its hands up to her chest, engulfing her pert little bosom and torturing her breasts. Her ribs snapped beneath the creature's fearsome grip, and bits of bone poked holes in her lungs. Blood gushed from her lush lips as she tried to scream, and she felt the crunch as her pelvis shattered from the beating it was taking.

Despite all the pain and damage being inflicted to her body, her private parts were becoming lubricated with her gore and natural juices, and she began to take pleasure in the sexual act being forced upon her. Her soft cries shifted from those of excruciating anguish to the grunts of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. She noticed Brett, the creepy neighbor kid, had come outside to watch, and she could only imagine the show was putting on for him. How humiliating. You like what you see, Brett? The little sh*t had an annoying habit of staring at Julie when he thought she wasn't looking, even though she had caught him half a hundred times. She had a feeling this little scene would fill his spank bank for a good long while.

But she couldn't think about that. All she could think was, Oh God, I'm dying. This thing is killing me and it feels so f*cking good. The creature's claws left deep furrows on her right breast and down her back, and suddenly it felt as if a hose had been turned on inside her midriff. The beast was making an odd noise behind her, and Julie realized it was coming. She saw its seed spurting through the gashes in her tummy, and felt it oozing down her thighs. No! I'm not finished. She was left unsatisfied and pining for more when the creature pulled out and tossed her aside like a used condom.

Julie tried to crawl away, dragging her broken body across the rocks, but she needn't have troubled herself. The wolfman had lost interest in her, and bounded up the street. Seeing an opening, Brett took the opportunity to approach her and roll her onto her back, apparently to get a better look at her mangled t*ts.

"Julie, holy sh*t, Julie," he babbled.

For reasons she could not explain, Julie replied with, "I got raped by a werewolf," followed by a burst of choked laughter. Then, in a more sobering voice, she added, "It tore me up." It was a completely nonsensical conversation, and the last thing Julie ever said.

"Yeah, it did," Brett agreed. The kid just knelt beside her, staring at her while she died. It evidently never crossed his mind to call 911.