The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 36: Amaya

Someone had been coming up the stairs as I went down, and that’s how I got caught. He radioed through to someone, and then he grabbed me around the waist before I could run.

I fought back, I elbowed him in the stomach and stomped on his foot, and just to make sure, I smashed my head back against his face.

I don’t know which one of those three worked or if it was all of them, but he let go of me, and I ran. I didn’t get far before I ran into another guard. I kicked and screamed and fought, panicking, but there were loads by now, and they all surrounded me.

Two of them dragged me kicking and screaming down the hall. They took me into a room, and when I wouldn’t keep still, the one on my left punched me in the face and growled, “quit f.ucking squirming.”

The other one laughed and said, “yeah, you can squirm like the fat pig you are all you like once you’re chained up.”

They cuffed my wrists in metal cuffs that were attached to chains on the ceiling. My arms were stretched out like I was on the cross, they pulled the chains higher so my feet didn’t touch the floor.

I was made to stand on a chair, but I could barely reach, meaning I was just about managing by being on the tips of my toes. Every time the chair wobbled when I struggled, my heart raced faster. If it toppled over, I knew it would be painful dangling in the air, and by their smirks, I knew they were waiting for it to happen and wouldn’t be putting the chair back for me.

They both had walkie-talkies, these two men were built muscular, tall, one was blonde and blue-eyed, while the other had light-brown hair and hazel eyes.

I didn’t think these were werecrows like Crowley because they didn’t look how Clayton had said werecrows looked.

I assumed they were werewolves, but I didn’t know, they could be anything. The blonde’s walkie-talkie went off, and a c.rackly voice spoke down the line.

I couldn’t make out quite what they said, but he seemed to because he said to the brown haired one, “Crowley’s in a meeting, he said watch her until he’s done.”

“We could do more than just watch her,” the brown-haired one replied, “we could have some fun.” He looked me over slowly and I thought he meant r.ape.

Fear, and dread came over me, but when he went over and picked up a hammer, I felt genuine relief for a moment. Sounds crazy to think I would feel relief seeing a man pick up a hammer to use on me, but although I was still scared, I would rather that than be r.aped.

He noticed my breath of relief and frowned up at me. “You should be more afraid,” he said.

I didn’t answer, and his friend laughed, “she thought you meant fun as in f***k her, that’s why she’s relieved.”

The brown-haired man pulled a face, the thought of having s**x with me clearly made him feel sick, but he looked me over annoyed. He wanted me to suffer, so I watched him as he looked me up and down, thinking about it, and then he said, “f***k it, I’ll just think of Fran, you can f***k her with me.”

“f***k off,” the blonde snorted. “I’m not doing that.”

“I’m not f.ucking that fat b.itch on my own, Bren.”

Sighing, Bren walked towards me and leaned into my ear to murmur, “my big mouth of a partner let slip my name, but if we’re going to f***k your p*****. red raw, then I suppose it’s polite to give you our names. I’m Bren, as you know, and my partner’s name is Dale.”

I tried to glare at him, but mostly I think I just looked scared, but he saw the fight in my eyes and smiled. “Fighting pain is easier than fighting pleasure.”

I couldn’t stop myself from frowning in confusion, and he smiled wider. “I don’t know about Dale here, but I’m going to make you come so hard, with my fingers deep inside you, with my tongue, and then I’ll make you come on my c***k. I’ll f***k you so good you’ll be begging me to keep going.”

A laugh escaped my lips, and he didn’t like that. He didn’t s.lap me in the face, he punched me, so hard it broke my jaw.

Tears fell down my cheeks from the pain, and I cried out when he gripped my face in his hand tightly. “Let’s see how much you laugh when Dale has his go. You’re not the first girl we’ve f.ucked down here, and you won’t be the last, some don’t even survive it.”

“They on’t survive the leasure you give em?” I slurred, my jaw hurt too much and wasn’t working well enough to talk properly, but he was able to understand what I was trying to say.

“I don’t always make it pleasurable, Dale’s the s.adistic one. I am when I need to be, but for a little fighter like you, I know it won’t work, you’ll fight against it, you’ll mentally tell yourself you can get through it. Nah.”

He walked away and pointed at me. “Girls like you need a different way of being broken, I’ve met one before. By the time I was done with her, she was a broken mess on the floor, and I’m going to do the same to you.”

He came over to me and whispered, “I’m going to make you enjoy being r.aped by me. I’m going to lick your p*****. and keep licking it and sucking on your c.lit until you come, then I’m going to finger your p*****. until my fingers are soaked in your come, and then, only then will I move on to f.ucking you, but I won’t be too rough. I’ll make it feel good. I’ll f***k you close to climax and stop, and I’ll do it again and again, and I won’t let you come until you’re crying and panting, begging me to make you come, then I’ll let you climax all over my c.ock.”

“What are you?” I whispered, horrified.

“Me?” He patted his chest and smiled, “I’m just a weretiger.”

“I’m also a weretiger,” Dale said, speaking for the first time since Bren had said all that. He stood beside Bren and said, “do you like tigers?”

When I looked confused, he grinned wickedly and said, you’ll love them by the time Bren’s finished with you.”

Dale looked at Bren and said, “before you let her come on your c***k, why don’t you make it a challenge and see if you can drive her mad with lust until she’s begging to come? I’ll shift to my tiger form, and you can tell her the only way she gets to come is if she lets a tiger f**k her. I want to hear her beg to get f****d by a tiger.”

My eyes grew wide, and he looked back at me. “That’s right, piggy. I’m going to f***k you in tiger form and you’ll be lucky if you survive it.”

Bren rolled his eyes as if they weren’t discussing the horrifying ways they were going to r.ape me and said, “he tends to get a little carried away, sometimes he f***s someone and claws them up during it, started eating one of them once too.”

My eyes grew wide with fear, and they both smiled. I knew this wasn’t even about s**x for them really, this was all about control, power, and s.adism. They got off more on the women’s fear than anything else, they needed me terrified.

If I wasn’t afraid, then they wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, but I didn’t know how not to be afraid, it wasn’t as simple as pretending. Because they would be able to hear my heart, my pulse, they’d even be able to smell my sweat and probably my fear itself.

I jerked when Bren touched my knee, he smiled, liking my discomfort. He ran his fingers lightly over my groin, and I whimpered, he smiled, really liking that, and he gently started rubbing me.

“Stop,” I whispered pleadingly.

Dale watched me with eyes that promised violence when it was his turn.

I tried to keep my mind blank, to just think of nothing and zone out, but I couldn’t stop my body from reacting when Bren pushed his hand down my trousers and panties and started gently stroking my c.lit. I bit my lip to try and distract myself from what was going on down below, and Bren smiled. “You like this piggy?”

I learned that they really enjoyed mental t.orture more than anything else. Bren would force me to feel pleasure while they both called me degrading and horrible names. They mocked me about being fat, ‘piggy’ was their favorite word to use. They also threw a lot of racial slurs at me.

Dale was much worse, he went from calling me ‘piggy’ to an ugly fat black b.itch, he said far worse things too about me and my job title, things I couldn’t repeat. Bren was right, feeling pleasure was far worse than if it had been painful.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning when they said the awful things they said. When I fought against the feelings down below, Bren would finger me more deeply, and unfortunately, he wasn’t bad.

I was hoping he would be, that maybe he was just bragging about how good he was, but he knew what he was doing. He used two fingers, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn’t when he started stroking over my G-spot.

I had only ever been with Clayton, and only a handful of times, I wasn’t equipped to fight the amount of pleasure that took over, and like he said I would, I came.

“Good little piggy,” he murmured, “you’re very tight. Are you a virgin?”

When I didn’t answer, he s.lapped my face lightly and said, “answer me.”

“I’ve only been with one person a few times very recently.”

They both seemed to like my answer, and then he went down on me. He used his tongue on me, it was the second time I had experienced oral pleasure, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. The noises I made seemed to excite Dale because he undid his trousers and began touching himself, stroking while he watched.

Bren brought me to climax again, and then he stood up and started unbuckling his belt. I didn’t see his member, but I felt it hot against my groin. He pushed it inside of me gently, and I cried out in pain. He stilled and whispered, “I don’t want it to hurt my sweet little piggy.”

“Stop calling me that,” I gently pleaded.

“What would you prefer? Baby?”

I nodded and was surprised when he gently moved inside of me and murmured, “ok, let me f***k you, baby.” As he was thrusting in and out of me, he murmured huskily, “do you like that, baby? Do you like my c***k inside of you?”

I nodded. At this point I was feeling so confused, and I was half convinced it was some kind of stockholme syndrome because he was being gentle and providing pleasure.

In a twisted way it was like he was being nice to me, I was confused. All I’d known my whole young adult life was abuse and people being cruel to me, and I suppose I got lost in this weird stockholme syndrome situation and confusion because I wasn’t used to anyone being nice to me.

Even Clayton was very up and down with being nice, and he was cruel more often than he was nice. I think I may have fought a little more if I hadn’t just learned that Clayton was the reason my parents were dead, he had not only started the war, but his very hands were the hands that killed my parents. His hands had their blood on them.

Bren made me focus on him and said, “I’m glad you like my c***k, because I really like your p*****., I like how tight it feels.”

Feelings stirred up thinking of Clayton, my parents, I couldn’t bear to think about how he killed them. Was it slow or quick? Did the street run with their blood when he was done? I needed something else to focus on, so I pressed my forehead against Bren’s and whispered, “Please, I want you, don’t stop.”

He raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise crossed his face, but he whispered, “ok baby.” He held me under my thighs, kicking the chair out of the way as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started pounding into me faster, harder, s.lapping my a.ss and making me gasp in both surprise and pleasure. “f***k, I’m going to come,” he groaned.

“Me too,” I whispered.” Somehow it felt like I’d taken back some control without anyone even realising.

He thrust into me harder, his hand sliding to my a.ss cheeks and holding them, slamming me onto him faster until he brought me screaming out loud, and he groaned, climaxing with me.

When he was done, he pulled out, and Dale gave him a dirty look. “I hate it when you f.ucking do that.”

“Do what?” Bren asked, slightly out of breath as he did his trousers back up.

“You end up liking the girl you f***k and then you actually f***k her instead of sticking to the plan and r.aping her.”

“Sorry,” he shrugged and sneakily winked at me.

“Doesn’t matter,” I’m still f.ucking her in tiger form.”

I saw Bren tense for a second and wondered if he no longer wanted Dale touching me.

“Go shift then,” he said.

Dale went off to shift somewhere, and Bren started unchaining me. “What are you doing?” I managed to say, wincing with every word and effort it took to speak with a broken jaw.

“Getting you out before he comes back.”

“But—”

“No buts, baby, there’s no time to talk.” He got me down, helped me pull my trousers back on, and then he rushed me out. I followed him, wondering if this was still part of both their plan, maybe they wanted me to think I was going to escape only for me to get caught by Dale at the end.

I followed Bren, and when I wasn’t fast enough, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along until we reached outside. I was gasping for breath, and he was tugging on my hand. “Come on, we should hurry.”

I went to move when I suddenly felt this huge amount of pain down my back, I cried out and fell to the floor. I looked behind me to see a huge tiger, Dale, it had to be. He had clawed my back, that’s what the pain had been.

Fear and adrenaline made me get up and crawl, but he bit down on my shoulder, and I screamed. The pain was blinding, and I almost passed out. I looked at Bren, who, with a mischievous smile, winked at me and said, “sorry baby, you’re on your own,” then he ran and left me.

I felt tired and weak, knew I was close to passing out, and lay there on the floor waiting for my death. Dale put a paw on me, it was heavy. I think he was holding me down. His mouth came next to my face, and I was unable to stop myself from urinating out of sheer terror. The sound of a tiger’s growl in your ear, the smell of your own blood on their breath, seeing the size of its huge fangs was a pretty valid reason to wet myself, I was just lucky I didn’t c.rap myself.

I felt the weight of his paw lift off my back, and his face was no longer beside mine. Confused, I slowly turned and saw him being thrown away from me so hard he crashed into a tree and yowled in pain. Clayton was standing there, and when he went to finish Dale off, Dale got up and ran away into the night.

I could see Clayton fighting the urge to chase him, he clenched his fists and came over to me instead.

He bent down and said, “do you think you can walk?”

I tried to answer, but I felt confused, my eyes blurred, and I couldn’t see Clayton very well. In a daze I tried to get up, stumbled, and fell. Clayton caught me in his arms before I hit the ground and murmured, “alright, easy, Amaya.” He picked me up in his arms and carried me like I weighed nothing.

“Candice,” I slurred.

“I have her, she’s fine.”

He got me to his car and carefully laid me across the back and put my head on someone’s lap. Bleary-eyed I squinted and looked up. “Candice?” I croaked weakly.

“Yes! Amaya! It’s me!” She excitedly exclaimed, keeping her voice low.

I smiled weakly, and she held my hand. “You’ll be ok,” she reassured me. “She’ll be ok, won’t she?” She asked Clayton.

“Yes, if we get her home quickly.”

I must have passed out along the way because the next thing I knew, I was being gently shaken awake by Clayton. I looked at him groggily, he was bent over me, and he moved back and gently helped me sit up.

I cried out from the pain, and in a gentle sounding tone for Clayton, he said, “I know it hurts, but we need to get you inside.” He gently pulled me out of the car until I was standing weakly on my feet on the ground.

He was holding onto my wrists and carrying most of my weight, when I stumbled, he lifted me into his arms and carried me inside.

“Candice?” I whispered, my throat felt so dry, like sandpaper.

“I’m here, sis,” she soothed, coming beside Clayton and taking one of my hands. He got me inside and said to Candice, “clear the table for me.”

She must have been taking items off one by one because he more impatiently said, “just swipe it all off onto the floor.”

When she did as he asked, he laid me on the table on my side. “Stay on your side, I have to sort your back out, but I don’t want you lying on your pregnant stomach. I’ll be back.” He murmured it quietly in my ear so Candice didn’t overhear, and then he left the kitchen.

When he returned, he slowly peeled my top from the wounds on my back. I cried out in pain, and Candice came and held my hand. “Candice, you’re ok.” I tried to smile through the pain, and with tear-filled eyes, she smiled back. “Yes, I am now. I can’t believe you came for me.”

“Of course I would,” I said and then gasped when Clayton began cleaning my wounds. He was silent the whole time, cold and clinical, and left it to Candice to talk to me and comfort me.

“You will have to hold both of Amaya’s hands tightly for this next part, don’t let her move,” he said to Candice. She did as he asked, and then I screamed in pain when he began stitching me.

It was a really long time because I could feel three long claw marks from the top of my back and down at an angle all the way to the side of my right hip. I’m pretty sure I passed out a few times, and by the time he was done, I was panting, exhausted, my face soaked from my wet tears.