The Wet Furs

2/23/2018

Hey Dear Diary.....

I’m sorry. I used to be a regular here but you know, since I became mated to Alpha Festus, things has been hectic. He dotes on me everytime and even chose himself to be my daily diary.

He would take me riding in the woods in his wolf form and everything with him was just blinging LOVE and care, so much that I wish I had my wolf already so I could be his Luna.

I just feel you have to hear this because I can't tell Festus about it NEVER..

So on the night of on 18th, A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain falling from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills.

You know, I hated being alone on a night like that. Alpha Festus, should have been with me. But, tonight, he went on hunting with his Beta because the rouges attack on the north gate is getting too much.

Time slowly ticked by while the fury of the storm raged on. The icy cold seeped into my room but I managed to stay warm in my nightshirt under the thick covers of my bed. Sometime during that night, and in spite my unease, I managed to fall into a light and fitful sleep.

Unsettling dreams of some forgotten terror made my slumber anything but peaceful. I tossed and turned as I fled some unseen danger until, at some later hour, something woke me with a dreadful and sudden start.

I wasn’t sure what interrupted my slumber. I only knew it was something out of place in the depths of the night. By the time my senses returned, the house was deathly quiet again. I told myself it was just the thunder, but something in my belly wouldn’t let me believe it.

I checked the bedside clock only to find it as dark as the night beyond my window. The storm had knocked the power out and even the lights outside denied me their comforting glow. Fear knotted my belly and a chill came over me that had little to do with the cold.

Desperately, I called out “Festus? Is that you, babe?” hoping it was his return that so disturbed the night. My trembling voice sounded loud in my ears, but my calls died out unanswered in the hall beyond the bedroom door. It seamed an unearthly quiet was settling around me, as if the night itself was holding its breath.

The flesh on the back of my neck began to crawl as my eyes searched the darkness for any sign of something amiss. I listened intently, but only the ongoing sound of the rain spattering on the sill penetrated the sanctity of my room.

It was then I caught the scent. It was a musky odor, mixed with sweat and a hint of wet leather. It was the unmistakable smell of a man — A Gamma! And not an Alpha like Festus, my heart began to pound as my fear turned to panic!

Instinctively, I fumbled with the light but it refused to come on. Not understanding the cause, my clumsy efforts continued until the lamp fell from the bedside table.

The resulting crash, and the unmistakable sound of shattering glass, sent bolts of terror racing though my already frayed nerves. I searched for my phone but it too must have fallen and was nowhere to be found. A deep helplessness filled my breast and I huddled deeper into my covers, feeling very much like a little girl hiding from the unseen menace of the bogey man.

"Hello?" I called again, this time more softly, as if I actually feared the response. "Is there somebody there?" Again, my words were sucked away and nothing but silence remained.

Seconds ticked by and I was building the courage to rise from my bed when a great clap of thunder shattered the night. For an instant, the lightning flash filled the room with incandescent light, revealing the unmistakable form of a man standing just inside my bedroom door!

The flash lasted only a moment but his image was burned so deeply into my retina that he seemed to glow even after the darkness returned. I was stunned as the reality of what I saw sank in. He was tall and black and his mere presence in my home carried a dreadful and unspoken threat. I fear Gammas like I fear Vampires. My heart jumped into my throat and I was drawing a breath to scream when he took the few steps he needed to cross the room. To my horror, he slapped a gloved hand hard over my mouth.

"Don't scream, bitch!" he hissed darkly. "This shit is going to be a whole lot easier on you if you don't scream. Do what I tell you and everything will be everything, you understand?"

His eyes were cold and menacing and held my gaze despite my desire to flee. Paralyzed by fear and held tightly in his strong hands, I nodded quickly, accepting his command.

The smell of his wet glove sank into my mind and made me want to wretch. I clasped his hand in mine and tried to pull it away. He was far too strong and I gained no freedom from my effort. My attempt to fight him off only angered him and a moment later he pulled his hand back and slapped me hard across my face. Pain exploded in my head and I was left reeling from the blow. I cried out and fell back hard into my bed.

I hadn't even seen his hand coming and its impact caused stars to flash in my eyes, stunning me to my core. I was overwhelmed by pain and confusion and hot tears instantly began flowing down my cheek. In that horrifying moment I thought I would surely die at this man's brutal hand.

Having nowhere else to go, I coward back into my bed. My belly swelled with fear and a desperate whine escaped my lips. At any moment, I expected to feel him on my body, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright on the bed.

"Where is it?" he demanded harshly. "Where is the wolfsbane antidote! Don't you dare tell me it isn't here!"

'The wolfsbane antidote! He has been drugged!' But how did he know that Festus had the wolfsbane antidote?

I knew how valuable it was of course, just as I knew there was over twelve thousand dollars in cash with it. It was everything we had in the world and the thought of losing it was almost as horrifying as being assaulted in the middle of the night. I shook my head, fearfully telling him "I don't know where it is! I swear! Festus took it with him!"

I was crying in desperation and hot tears flooded down my face. I was sure that my life was either going to be destroyed or simply snuffed out like a match in the wind. Worse still, I knew there would be no one to save me from my fate.

The man's lips drew thin and he growled angrily as he shook me hard. Then I saw the shadowy but unmistakable silhouette of a long knife appear before my eyes.

"This ain't about you, Omega!. You tell me where the drugs are and you don't have to bleed tonight! Your Alpha sent his Beta to spike me with Wolfsbane thinking I won't know he had the antidotes... So I'm gonna ask you one more time, Omega, where are the drugs!"

Wide eyed in terror, I watched as the moonlight glinted off of the razors-edge of that blade as it slowly moved closer to my face. I knew how thoroughly screwed I was. With a kilo of antidote in the house, Festus and I would be ganged to death because it was gotten from a Vampire scientist who had lived for more than a century. It's a sin in the pack to have anything to do with the Vamps, so the fastest way is not getting drugged with Wolfsbane so you won't need their help.

There was nothing left for me to do.

"It's-- it's under the bottom drawer of the dresser." I finally told him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Go ahead and take it, just pleeease, don't cut me!"

"Under the dresser, is it?" he snarled and pulled the knife away. "Fine. I'm warning you, don't fuckin' move and you might get through this alive. I'm telling you right now, bitch, if it ain't there, you are gonna feel pain like you never even dreamed of!"

Pushing me back into the bed, he stepped away. A moment later the bright, directed beam of his Maglight came to life and I watched in a twisted blend of horrors as he pulled the drawer out and dumped it on the floor.

When he reached into the opening, I was torn between my desire to live and my need for that stash of cash and drugs. I watched in helpless desperation as he removed the plastic wrapped bundles and dropped them one after another into his bag. By the time he had claimed it all, I felt as violated and defeated as I had when he first appeared in my room.

Bitterness and anger overwhelmed my fear and I shrieked at him, "You have what you wanted, you bastard! That's everything we have. Now go! Get out of my house and leave me alone!"

When he calmly zipped the duffle closed, I actually thought he might. But then, he turned the light around and let it slowly play up and down my body.

"I would," he said with what might have been a touch of regret. "But I ain't done yet. Festus violated my den and now, I got to violate his. I know it ain't gonna make you feel any better about what I'm about to do to you, but this really ain't as personal as its gonna feel. Still, it don't hurt that you are so fucking sexy."

'Oh, my God! He's going to rape me!' my mind screamed. 'This can't be happening!' I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as the light traveled over my body and I did my best to hide myself under the sheets.

I swear, he just chuckled softly as he watched me squirm. "That ain't gonna help, girl. Besides, I think you're gonna love your first taste of black cock." Then, with one strong hand, he began pulling the covers toward the foot of the bed.

'No, please!' I whimpered as my feeble grip on those sheets failed and I watched in horror as my bare legs became exposed to his view. My heart was heaving in my chest as the dreadful reality of his assault became clear.

I was trapped on my own bed with a man bent on taking me by force, unable to even scream for help. My mouth grew dry and a shudder went through me as he sat the light down onto the carpeted floor. The beam rose from below, casting chaotic and unearthly shadows over the room as he slowly unbuckled his pants. The threatening sound of his zipper coming down filled me with terror. Yet with it came an unwelcome longing and the first hint of moisture appeared between my clenched and trembling thighs.

I knew what it was. The fear was affecting me as it always did, arousing me at time when I should have been repulsed.

Once unbuckled, his jeans dropped from his hips, exposing the long shape of his cock. Calmly, as if I wasn't even there, he took his member into his hand and stroked it until it stood, ridged and proud.

'Oh fuck! He's huge!' was my first thought at seeing it and more tears began running down my cheeks. He was so hard that I knew he'd have no trouble getting that monster into me. I pleaded, "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me!" but he just shook his head.

"What's got to be has got to be, girl. One way or the other, you are going to get fucked. The only question is, how many bruises do you get along the way?" He pulled off his shirt, revealing his dark and powerfully muscled chest