I Want To Hear You Scream Ch5

I Want To Hear You Scream1

Chapter 52

Cat struggled as the man grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. He brought all the way to this 2008 Mustang, the hood popping open as he tossed her inside. She screamed, loudly, pounding on the trunk door as she was consumed with nothing but darkness. The man ignored her, opening the drivers door and slamming it shut. Even as the engine roared to life she pounded. The door would not open, staying firmly in place as what seemed like hours passed. 3

She should have never snuck out of the house to go with her friends. She should have listened to her mother about her friends. Especially Emma. How could Emma just dump her with some stranger, not knowing what would happen to her or what. Before Cat knew it she was sobbing, her eyes filling and draining of tears as she curled into a ball. 4

This was her own fault for once in her life disobeying her mother. She wouldn’t be in some guys trunk, going only God knows where. She could be murdered. Or worse raped and then murdered. She had too much shame to live through something like that. Dear God, she’d kill herself if the dude just left her after he raped her.5

And before she knew, she dozed off into her own little dream world…6

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Blake peeled off his shirt, looking at all the claw marks he had. Justine had really gave him one when he was bringing her upstairs. She kicked at him with the sexy stiletto hells he had put on, her nails clawing at his hands as she tried to free herself. Asher had stolen a room at the far end of his mansion for the night, promising not bother him or Justine. 8

“Let me out of this or so help me god I will make you hurt.” Justine said through clenched teeth. He had chained her against a post in his walk in closet. She hung from the chains, her body stripped of clothing. 9

“It’s tempting, but no. I have some punishment for you.” Blake said, dropping his shirt on the floor and pulling one of his gags from a small collection off to the side. He walked over to the struggling Justine and went behind her, catching the gag over her head and trapping it in her mouth. She screamed in anger, pulling at the restraints.10

“You are really angry now aren’t you my little puppy.” Blake tsked her, tying the gag in place and walking towards a door. He opened it and looked at all his whips, and some other useful toys. He made sure each of his toys were cleaned after he used them, not blood, skin, or hair on it. 11

He pulled a regular leather whip from the top shelf, unraveling it as he walked towards her. She swallowed in her throat, staring. “You know what I’m going to use this on, don’t you?” He asked, letting the tip touch the floor as he got ready to hit her across the waist. Blake knew exactly what to do in order to cause the most pain and pleasure. 12

Justine felt the sharp sting on her skin even before she could nod or shake her head at him. It hurt, but it also made her run wet between her legs. Well this was fucking sick, she thought. She gripped the chains as he struck her again, closer to her nether regions. This was punishment. Being tied to a post and whipped. There had to be more.13

She knew there was more to this.14

The sharp sting cut across her thighs, across her nether regions, drawing a sharp cry from her. Justine squeezed her legs together, closing her eyes as he struck her again, again, and then a fourth time. They stopped coming. 15

She cracked one eye open to peer around the room. He wasn’t in front her. That meant her was beh-16

The whip hit her at her shoulders, wrapping under her arms and striking her chest. The cries were louder, still muffled by the gag. A hand smoothed down her back, Blake’s hand. It skimmed down to her ass and grabbed her. Justine couldn’t help but curl her toes at the contact with his skin. 17

Gods, she hated this man. 18

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The trunk door lifted showing nothing but trees and the man who had taken her. Hands grabbed her, pulling her from the trunk. Cat struck out with her legs, her foot contacting the man’s groin and bringing him to his knees. She took the first chance and took off at a dead run, up the makeshift road that the man probably took. It was useful that she wore her regular sneakers to go out instead of those small heels that could have been a real problem when jumping over tree roots and stepping in puddles. 20

All that was heard was her feet and her breath. It was quiet behind her. Surprisingly quiet, really.21

Cat stopped at a wide willow tree that spread through the entire forest. There was a small stream, lots of rocks, a small pathway. She looked back. Nothing.22

Did he give up?23

She stepped out from the side of the trunk to see a glint of white. She looked at the piece of white. It belonged to a striped black stripes with a yellow piercing gaze. The animal was a Siberian Tiger. They were rare animals, and even more rare to find roaming around in this area. Cat took a couple of steps back, trying to get out of the tigers view, not staring into the eyes either. 24

Don’t scream, don’t scream, don’t scre-25

The tiger lunged forward after her. She did scream, and she turned onto the path again and headed up farther. The thing was obviously faster than her, but she was a lot smaller than the tiger with its rather large body. She would be able to get through a long of branches without a problem while the tiger would have to squeeze through or climb them and jump back down.26

Cat heard the brutal growl the tiger let out behind her, homing her in as his or her prey. Just her luck that something like this should happen to her. Get kidnapped, run into tiger, getting killed by tiger, and body probably devoured. She tripped over her own shoe, toppling over and landing on her face. She hit her face hard on a tree root, breaking her nose.27

Dear God, there was blood everywhere. It was dripping down her jaw as she turned around to see the tiger. It came forward, and she tried to drag herself backwards, whimpering in pain when her elbow caught the same root and tore open her skin. Wood was really trying to kill her, wasn’t it?28

The tiger stepped on her shin, the weight keeping her unable to move her foot. She felt like crying some more. The tiger looked at her, it’s head tilting sideways. It seemed to be looking at the blood gushing from her nose and down onto her chest, traveling down to her stomach. The coat was ruined now. She hit to many trees when running and the jacket caught, ripping. Just like with her elbow. 29

The beast’s body was slowly loosing fur, he muzzle settling back into the face, the claws extending from the paws and becoming fingers, the strong legs turning into human arms and legs. Cat had to hold the scream in her throat. The beast was the man who kidnapped her. He wasn’t human.30

“You didn’t think I was going to kill you did you?” He asked, his hands gripping her ankles and yanking her under him. He grabbed the jacket he let her wear and tore it open. she clawed and screamed as he forced it from her body and away from them, and went for her jeans. 31

"Stop it!" She between sobs, the blood from her nose only making breathing harder, the rusty liquid slipping into her mouth and down her throat. Cat was just close to having an asthma attack when he was done stripping her jeans from her. The panties were torn from her body, as was her bra. "No!" She screamed as the man grabbed her arms, forcing them above him as he slipped his body between her legs. 32

"Scream, scream, scream all you want. No one is going to hear you. No one is coming to help you." he whispered in her ears, pressing his manhood closer to her. 33

"Please." She begged. A deep pain entered her neck, sending waves of pain through her body. Again, she screamed, even though it was useless. 34

The man stopped all he was doing, his teeth still in her skin, but his body going limp on top of her. She was trapped under him, kicking out helplessly. And hands grabbed the sides of the man's neck, fingers pressing into the sides of his jaw and making him release her. the body was pulled from hers.35

Cat rolled onto her side, curling up into a small tiny ball, still sobbing, her neck hurting, and her mind swirling in a mist. she heard voices. And then something was draped over her. A blanket. She was picked up, and then she heard feet walking, her face hidden in the blankets, but her ears open.36

"She has been bitten. She'll turn." A feminine voice spoke.37

"She was almost raped, Katara. We can take care of her, after all we are what she is." A male voice, closer to her. The person holding her?38

"A white tiger with regular tigers. They'll be pissed that we even kept anyone alive sired from that bastard. Kellan, what do you think the pack leader will say?" Katara spoke.39

"I don't know and I don't care. No one is going to kill this poor female. That bastard, Jirayi is insane. It's not her fault she was sired by him." Kellan countered.40

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Kelly was bent over a table, a male under her skirts, his cock shoved into her cunt. She wasn't one who usually did public sex, but there were curtains around her, and she didn't care who heard, as long as no one saw her. The male pounded into her without a care in the world, his hand delving and touching her clit to help her climax.42

And she did, over and over and over again. She was just on the verge of another orgasm when the male slid his hand away from her cunt up to her breasts to fondle them. She didn't care about that. She didn't want her breasts touched, she wanted her core touched. She wanted to feel pleasure again.43

"Un. No, not...there." She gasped as he rammed her nice and hard, going as deep as he could inside of her, hitting her g-spot. Kelly grasped his hand at her waist, digging her nails in as she almost came.44

"I touch you were I want fairy." The male growled. This male was a were. Not a wolf, not a tiger, not a hawk or monkey, but a bear. Aggressive creatures that were usually calm natured and sweet, but when it came down sex they were down right rough. Not only that but they were huge. This man was just about seven feet tall and she was bent over a table with her feet not touching the floor but bent and skinning his knees. He was bent over her body himself so his head could be at level with hers. He pulled back and slammed into her again. 45

“Nn…Please.” Kelly asked, her small hands still holding onto his. She let he head drop to the table, her warm forehead touching the ice cold metal of the table. The curtains opened, her head snapping up to46

see Lewis.47

“Jesus, Davis what the hell! You are on shift in a couple of minutes.” she squealed, pulling her shirt down, and over Davis’s hand. Screw it, she didn’t like having sex in front of people. 48

“Yeah, and it isn’t a couple of minutes yet, so come back when I’m actually late.” He pounded into her, making her cry out in pleasure. It was so hard to conceal something so good. Keeping a woman away from her orgasm was dangerous. Well to the fairy kind. If you didn’t finish it was torture for the females and the females seek out the male again or a male that could satisfy her. 49

“Davis.” Lewis warned.50

“You know Kelly is a fairy. You wouldn’t want to keep her from something she needs.” Davis nipped at her neck. His teeth were only sharp and dangerous in animal form. At the moment they were all like a regular human’s teeth.51

“Well hurry the fuck up and finish and meet me in Frances room. We have to discuss something.” Lewis left them, the curtaining closing again.52

“You’re in trouble.” She taunted. He became rougher and she cried in pain.53

“What was that fairy?” Davis licked the side of her face. 54

Once Davis was done with the fairy, eh jacked up his pants and sent her on her merry way to find more men to fuck. He had to go to France’s office. Hell, what the fuck did he do to deserve the office? 55

At the office Lewis was sitting on France’s desk, both of them to engrossed in the conversation to notice him slip in. Which was sad. He was a giant after all. Well not bigger than the gentle giant, but he was getting there. France looked at Davis and signaled for him to come over, still talking with Lewis. The two were good friends. Mind reader and Vampire. Lovely pair to have around you. 56

“You’re not in any trouble Davis.” France spoke when Lewis turned around. He knew exactly what the both were thinking. This was the first time he called to France’s office that didn’t involve him doing something that they didn’t like. Like the time he screwed the first bartender at the club. She was a fine girl, yes she was. And now she is a were-bear who is about to have some more children popping out. The chick also hated his guts for the places he took her in, but didn’t take back the night he bit her.57

That pissed off France big time…58

“It is actually about a girl who was just next to your table, to the left.” France spoke.59

“There was no girl. Only that tiger.” From when Davis paid attention. The tiger had given him a dirty look as he sat down at the table beside him. From there on was when he saw Kelly, and took advantage of that little fairy. 60

“Yeah, well a teenager named Emma, dragged one of her so-called friends over to the tiger and tossed her at him, shirt torn and everything.” Davis couldn’t help but smiled.61

“That Emma is a straight up bitch though. She didn’t give a two shits about the fact that the tiger just took the girl and left.” Davis drew his gaze on the mind reader. 62

“What?” He asked.63

“the tiger dragged her outside, and the cameras outside just showed him picking her up and throwing her over his shoulders, nothing else.” That was great. He knew who the tiger was too.64

“You guys know who that bastard tiger is don’t you?” He asked. France and Lewis nodded. Jirayi was a definite jerk. He fucked and turned any girl he found soot, and most the time he killed those her turned afterwards. The tiger was stronger than most since he was over three hundred years and developed fully. 65

“I want you to call around, visit some tiger tribes to see if they picked up the prick. That and check our satellites to see if you can find a 2008 black and red mustang. The red are racing stripes going down the middle.” France waved his hand. Time to leave. 66

And leave he did, going straight out to were his Escalade 2009 was parked. It was white, bad choice of color, but he liked big comfy cars, and he wasn’t going to settle for a Lamborghini. They were too small.67

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“Nn.” Justine bit down on Blake’s shoulder, stifling her cry as her climax neared it’s corner. Blake had let her loose of the chains after the third round of sex, the gag disappearing only the gods know when and where. She was now pinned against the wall, sitting on one of the lower shelves as the wolf pounded her. His hand were at the backs of her knees and pushing her back further so he could have better access and ease.69

“You shouldn’t bite Justine. Not unless you want to be bitten back.” Blake whispered as she clamped down harder on him, her orgasm splitting her in half. She felt as if she was loosing her entire being.70

I hate you. It ran through her mind clearly.71

If you really hated him, how come you always cling to him during sex? 72

Justine clenched her legs around his hands as yet another orgasm came over her, this time the man coming with her. Blake dug his nails into her skin, the muscles in his arms flexing, beads of sweat from the constant rounds coming down his arms. They were both drenched in sweat and in need of a desperate bath. He could take some more from her during a nice shower. 73

Blake could already remembered all that they did in that shower, his body hardening again. “Nyu.” Justine made a small noise, her back straightening. Her arms at his waist, her nails also finding their own little home in his skin. Her hair was a mess, stuck to his sweaty skin, her sweaty skin, and some just in the air. 74

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “You need a break from me?” She pulled her mouth away from his neck, nodding as her head fell back to look at him. “Now, why would I give you that? You are still in punishment, and I still need some pleasuring.” Blake wiped the hair back from her face, smiling as she glared. His other hand slipped away from her thigh and down to her ass, gripping her butt and pulling her up closer to him and off the table. 75

“Blake!” She wined. “I’m cramping!” That was right she still had her period. There was a tampon she had, but he pulled it letting the blood slip onto the floor. He would have someone clean it up later. He would have been fuck it turn her, but she-wolves bled and cramped just as humans. Justine slid her hands from his waist to his shoulders, bringing her mouth closer to his. He would have thought she kiss him, but she nipped at his chin.76

“Please. My sides really hurt.” Blake growled. “Please.” She was begging…He hated begging. It made him feel like an asshole. He did it when he was younger; begged his parents for food, to live, and various other things.77

“Fine.” He said out on a breath. He let go of her buttocks, letting her feet slide to the floor. Begging was a serious turn off for him, unless the person was begging to be fucked. That was an exception. He pulled out of her, stepping back. “Well we better take a shower. You wouldn’t want to be stuck with sweat and blood all over you.” Blake looked down on himself. “Or myself.” 78

Justine let Blake lead her to the bathroom. It was yet again sparkling clean and white. This man liked to keep things clean she guessed. She watched as Blake opened the glass door and gestured her to go in. She began to walk, feeling the dire cramps in her stomach and the delicious sore between her legs.79

Delicious?80

She had issues. 81

Justine grunted when she heard the door shut behind her, Blake was going to be taking a shower with her, and he said he wouldn’t screw her. Then why was she waiting for him to take her again? She was turning out to be a slut like the girls at work; waiting for it to happen over and over again. 82

She felt the water pour down her body as it was turned on. It was ice cold at first making her jump away with a hiss, but when it turned nice and warm she had her head craning to feel it go down her neck, across her chest, down her stomach, and wash all the blood away from her nether regions and legs. The wash cloth ran down her back, the rough hands stopping just at her lower back and coming back up. The motion was repeated until her back was soaked in suds, and then the hands went to her sides, barely even touching skin.83

Blake was careful not to hurt her, or to pounce on her like the wolf inside him demanded. He forced her once, ignoring her begging only because of the beast, he wasn’t going to do it again. Screw the beast. 84

Pussywhipped.85

It flew through his head. Damn, his conscience was even making fun of him. He wasn’t pussywhipped. Blake ran the wash cloth down her legs, crouching to get her calves, knees, and shin. He ran the wash cloth back up her body, rising as it did. From his view Justine was beautiful with her neck craned up to meet the water. Her body glistened, the blood washing away and into the drain. 86

Pussywhipped.87

Damn it! He wasn’t puss whipped!88

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Cat shuffled in where she slept, feeling a cold breeze along some parts of her body you weren’t suppose. Her nose twitched when she inhaled. She smelled lots of steak, rare, pepper, lots of salt, fried eggs, and milk. It smelled fantastic, mouthwatering. She wanted some.90

Her eyes open, meeting a pair of bright green ones. They belonged to a small Bengal cat. It was right on the stand next to her, sniffing at her. She would have moved, but she had an urge to sniff back at the cat. Which she did. 91

The cat smelled like it had eaten some strawberries with fresh milk. 92

“She is awake.” Someone spoke.93

“Finally.” The voice sounded the same as the other.94

She turned her head around to stare at the two very large men looming over the front of her bed. Cat blinked. Both men looked identical. She sniffed the air, smelling their similar scents. There were some small differences. Both men looked her over their eyes growing hungry. What were they looking at?95

Cat followed their gaze to see that she had been under a nice white sheet, naked, and the sheet had slipped from her chest showing her breasts. Her face grew hot as she grabbed the sheets with a small squeak and covered herself up again. The next thing she knew she was plastered against the head board, trying to be as far away from the both of them.96

“She still has her shame. How adorable.” The one to the right said, the lip piercing looping over his lip.97

“Well she is freshly turned, so she still has her humanity as the main thing. Her hair changed though.” the one to the left with the eyebrow piercing spoke.98

“Yeah, longer, whiter, and with black streaks.” As they chatted among themselves they still seemed to watch her, as if she was dinner for them. Dinner or…or for sex. 99

Everything from the previous night came back to her mind like a mother to her baby. Her so called friends dragged her into a bar, Emma tore her shirt and through her at some incredibly handsome man, the man grabbed her…no he kidnapped her. Kidnapped her and brought her out into some forest and tired to rape her. Not just that, but he transformed into a tiger. A tiger. A nice Siberian tiger. Beautiful turned horrific. He went at her and she ran, tripping on something and then from their everything was black.100

“Where…am…I?” She asked. The one to the left answered.101

“You are at the pack house.” the one to the right hit him in the arms. “What the hell?” 102

“She doesn’t know what a pack house is yet.” He smiled, the canines nice and sharp. Like needles almost. “You know what an animal pack is right?” He asked. She nodded. “Well this is a residence our pack leader, the alpha, had set up for the rest of his pack. This is the pack house of the Arcadian Tigers. I am Macharios and this Milos, my twin.” Macharios and Milos. Those were names you don’t hear everyday.103

Cat stared at them both. “So what are you guys tigers?”104

“Yes actually. And you are too. You are a Siberian Tiger actually. A very rare breed with weres. This pack is just your average everyday tiger. You are an exception since you were forced into this.” Milos replied. 105

Cat wanted to laugh, but she had a bad feeling in her gut that told her this was all true. It couldn’t be. There was no such thing as people being able to turn into animals. It was absurd. Then again, anything was possible. Like the pregnant man or the all those people who survived being stabbed or shot in the head. If that, why not werewolves, or vampires, or demons for that matter? Oh dear, that feeling in her gut was getting worse.106

She slipped off the edge of the bed, slowly plastering herself against the wall. “This…this can’t be true. This is all just a bad dream.” She whispered to herself, trying to reassure herself that she was sleeping, and this was all a dream caused from lack of sleep.107

“I can- no we can prove it to you.” Macharios pointed out. And then they both shifted. There bones popping with a disgusting sound, their bodies gaining more fur, their faces pressing into a muzzle. The became beautiful beasts. Both the same with their markings ton their also bright green eyes and their size. Their size. They were huge. 108

“Oh my lord.” Her eyes lolled back into her head and everything went black. 109

Mac shifted back into his normal form instantly going for Cat’s limp body. “Oh shit.” He cursed as he just barely caught her from hitting the floor. 110

“What’s going on up he-” Kellan walked right in on them. And he was practically on top of Cat, his naked body, her naked body, bad mix. Kellan’s eyes narrowed.111

“This isn’t what it look likes.” Mac said as he removed his arms from her. Stupid him, he was suppose to hold her. But it was too late. She already whacked her head on the floor.112

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Kelly groaned as she hit her waist on the side of the bar. She was tired after her shift was up. Screwing most the men in the club was hard work after all, but it was worth all the pleasure. Damn she enjoyed it, but now she didn’t. Her legs were sore they felt as if they were about to fall off. As for her core, it was still soaked in her juices, and the men’s. Her breasts hurt from all the constant grabbing and it was like she was just came out of a fight with really mad gang bangers.114

“Some one has fucked a little to much.” One of the waitresses whistled as she passed by. Kelly knew the word she really wanted to say. She wanted to call Kelly a slut. What ever.115

She walked passed a table with a man holding onto a young girls waist. The girl was sitting on his lap and they were flirting. The girl did something bad. She could tell from the emotions. There was a slight tint of regret. Kelly stared at the girls head, getting inside her head. Her name was Emma and she dumped all her friends to hang out with this bad body. Not only that but when she dug deeper she saw she dumped a defenseless seventeen year old with a very hot, but actually very dangerous man. 116

The man didn’t feel anything but aroused. She went into his mind to find he was going to drag her to his house, fuck her, let his friends fuck her, and then dump her out in the forest. But first he was going to drug her drink. Kelly didn’t care. She would just leave a note on France’s door about it. The girl deserved it. 117

When she got into the dresser room she passed Lewis who was sitting at the corner of the changing room, his eyes closed, his face stern. He was probably looking for some ones mind. Some one specific. Lewis was a hottie alright. Everything down from his broad shoulders, tawny skin, and lean muscle to the face with lips that just begged for someone to nip at. She could just imagine running her tongue over the man’s lips.118

“It’s not nice to think that way towards people.” Lewis spoke.119

Oh shit.120