The coworkers hand her a large stack of cash, more than what Belle expected for cutting her dance short. She almost feels bad until she notices a strange look in Jack's eyes. Feeling thoroughly creeped out, she scurries away from the group and back stage.
Looking at the clock, she notices with relief that she can leave now. Leaving the panties and bra on, she slips on a short black dress and a jacket to shield her from the cold fall night. Belle chats for a few minutes with some of the other girls before heading out. Her plans for the night include studying and watching some trashy TV.
Unfortunately, she can't seem to get Jack's piercing green eyes out of her mind. Her whole walk home she spends worrying about him, jumping at every bump and dog bark.
The tall girl lives in an apartment complex that has doors in the front and in the back alley. The back alley doors are quieter, requiring a key instead of a buzz. When she gets home at night like this, she tries to stay quiet since she lives near a lot of new parents who don't want their babies woken up by the stripper down the hall. It's really best to just avoid trouble when possible when you're in that line of work.
The only bad thing about taking the back door is that the walk is long and there aren't any street lights. The dark doesn't usually creep her out, but there was just something in the almost wolf-like face of the man she gave a lap dance to that has her on edge.
Slowly, she walks down the gravel road, making sure not to ruin her new shoes. The crunch of the stones beneath her feet acts as a sort of drone that helps her focus and relax as she walks. At least, until she hears the panting.
At first she wondered if a runner had decided to take the alley back home, which is pretty common around here. But then she realized it sounded more like a large dog panting to regulate its body heat. She stops, her pretty hair swaying in a ponytail behind her as she looks around. "Hello?"
No answer. She keeps walking, but only long enough to realize that she isn't only hearing her own footsteps anymore. She takes off running, her stilettos making it hard. She can finally see the back door, pushing her hand into her coat to grab her key, but her foot catches on something. She trips and falls, the world going black.
When she wakes up, her eyes are blurry and her head is throbbing. Her hand rises to her scalp, where she finds bandages wrapped around the most painful spot on her skull. Blinking a few times to clear her eyesight, she looks around.
She finds herself in a large library, filled with what looks like thousands of books. Shakily, she gets to her feet to examine the shelves. They're filled with classics, and medical books, as well as more modern technology manuals. Still too tired to really care why she's in this strange place, she grabs a book and takes it over to a blue chair in the middle of the room.
She examines the cover. It looks like a romance novel, the kind her mom used to read when she was sober enough. From the first few pages, it seems old. The flowery language is a dead giveaway of the age of a romance. More modern stories tend to have abandoned that.
Before Belle can really get into the meat of the story, she hears a knocking on the door across the room. Finally, the reality of her situation sets in, and she begins to wonder where she is and why she's here. Trying to remember what happened last night, all she can remember is giving that weird man a lap dance and some kind of dog following her home...
The door opens a crack, a man peeking in on her. Seeing that she's awake, he steps into full view, and Belle gasps. "You!"
Standing before her is Jack!
"Don't you understand that no means no? Oh god... you didn't rape me, did you?"
"No!" he steps toward her, ready to console her if needed, but she jumps up from the chair. With the blood loss, her body can't handle the sudden change in posture, and she falls to the ground. Holding her head up with a hand, she tries to control her dizziness. "Hang on, calm down! You fell and hit your head, and I brought you here to care for you! My dad was a surgeon, so I know a thing or two."
"Right," she scoffs weakly. "You just happened across me while walking your dog, I suppose."
She looks up just in time for a look of confusion to cross the man's handsome face. "I don't have a dog."
"Well I've got to say, you pant like one."
A sudden silence grows between them. He moves toward her again, but seeing her distrust of him, leaves the room instead.
The only time Belle sees him again is at dinner time, when he brings in some food for her. A steak and potatoes, both made so well that Belle couldn't help but eat it. A few times she tries to find a way out of the library, but Jack has locked the door. She would scream and try to break the door down, but her head is still throbbing in pain. In the end, as the sun starts to go down, she decides to lay on the fluffy rug she woke up on. Before she falls asleep, she looks out the small window, too small for her body to fit through, and sees the full moon above her.
Some time later, probably hours later, Belle wakes up to the sound of that panting again. "What the hell," she breathes quietly, sitting up and blinking to clear her eyes again. The throbbing in her head has died down, but changing position too quickly still makes her dizzy.
She starts to look around the room for the source of the panting, sure that it sounds just like a dog. A growl in the corner of the room catches her attention, and she notices a large shadow and two glowing green eyes. "What the fuck!"
A huge beast comes out from the shadowy corner, its fur standing on end to make him look larger. Suddenly, it bounds toward her, picking her up and slamming her against the wall. She tries in vain to push the beast away, but its hot mouth breathes down on her neck, sharp teeth nipping at her skin slightly.
The beast shrinks in size slightly, revealing a more human form, totally nude. Before her terrified eyes, Belle watches as the beast transforms... into Jack! Though his body is now human, there's still wildness in his eyes, the same look he had as she ran from him at the club.
Growling again, Jack presses her hard against the wall, biting her neck. "Stop!" she cries, struggling to slip her hands out from under his grip. He's too strong though, holding her pinned against the cold wall.
His leg lifts up, pressing between her legs as his lips press against her quivering mouth. Whimpering against him, he kisses her passionately as his leg meets her mound. As it lifts up against her quim, she can't help but squirm against it, getting some pleasure from the terrifying situation.
His breath is hot, too hot, against her pure skin. Jack's teeth, sharper than a human's should be, sink into her flesh. He doesn't break her skin, showing more strength of will than Belle would have expected from a beast. “Please,” she whines, turning her head away. “Just let me go.”
His naked prick presses against her stomach, throbbing and large with need. Wiggling against her, he makes sure she feels it. The soft skin pressing against her dress, clear precum leaving a small stain on the fabric. With a growl, he grabs her hair, turning her around and pressing her tits and face against the wall. “Ow, ah! Let me go!”
Belle can't tell if he doesn't understand her or doesn't care about her cries, but the roughness of his touch is turning her on in ways she's shamed to admit. Her heartbeat has quickened, her breathing shallow now with excitement. The animal-man lifts up the back of her skirt, revealing the same panties she was wearing when giving him a lap dance.
He roughly grabs at her ass cheeks, spreading them and kneading into her flesh. One of his hands, with claws longer than most men have, grabs at his thick prick and slaps it against her ass cheek. With his other hand, his fingers probe her slit, alternately pressing against her clit and slipping into her hole. She whimpers again, this time with excitement.
The soft skin of his dick slides up her slit, moving against her. His thickness presses against her clitoris, pressing her nub just hard enough to make her gasp and quiver. Drops of precum turn into a stream of the clear goo, lubricating her walls and his prick before he places the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Oh, god...” she moans, both in fear in longing. She presses her arms above her head to give her a better position for the fucking she's about to receive.
The beastly man slams his cock into her, all the way in within a single second. The scream of pain that escapes her chest is high pitched, but doesn't stop Jack from fucking her fast and hard. After a few seconds and a few thrusts, Belle starts to really enjoy the feeling of his huge dick deep within her virginal pussy. Instinct kicking in, she presses against her arms to allow herself to move in time with him, her ass moving back as his cock moves forward.
Each thrust gets him deeper and deeper into her velvety folds, each moan from her matched by a growl from him. He leans over her slender body and bites her shoulder, this time drawing some blood. But it feels good. It feels orgasmic as he's latched onto her with his mouth and fucking her from behind. The pure animal lust is building up in her, and she can feel herself getting closer to orgasm. “I'm gonna cum!”
The animal-man grunts and pushes into her even harder, fucking her as fast as he can. His panting is loud, and hers is soft as they both writhe and move their bodies to reach the orgasm they need. His claws digging deep into her flesh, he pulls on her hair after letting go with his teeth. The maneuver allows him better control as he fucks her raw.