Instead, he kept licking, stroking, more fervent than before. His tongue battered furiously at her clit. His fingers lanced deep inside her wet and soon-to-be eager warmth. He kept pumping those fingers, like two miniature cocks, as his teeth tenderly captured her clit and squeezed it without biting – his attack as disciplined as it was devastating.

Abruptly, she realized that she was bucking her hips, thrusting her crotch towards his face. She had unwillingly given him yet another sign of her surrender. ‘No, what are you doing, Bia? No…’ Her wolf cried helplessly.

She tried to summon up a fresh burst of self-loathing, but she was too mentally drained to even care and didn’t reply her wolf. Her delicate face scrunched up with pent-up desire as she felt heat permeate her body, especially the spot between her legs. She began to quake, holding off the impending convulsions which would send her to oblivion. Her nipples hardened almost painfully now, and her cream trickled onto Simeon’ tongue. The man took the sign as encouragement, redoubling his efforts. He plunged his fingers all the way inside her and nipped at her clitoris hard as she felt herself lose control.

“Alpha Simeon!” she groaned. Her hips thrashed. He grasped her by the waist and held on, licking, sucking and swallowing her fluids as her pussy tried valiantly to flood the sheets.

Bianca’s hands clenched up and pulled uselessly against the ropes that bound her. It took maybe minutes, but to Bianca it felt like so much longer.

She felt her cunt’s spasms as her fluids continued to pour between Simeon’ lips. Finally, she came back to earth. Her heaving breasts slowly stilled, and she looked down as Simeon pulled back, licking his chops. His face glistened with her cunt cream, and his eyes stared intently at her with a devotion that sent chills down her spine.

“My beautiful, sweet Bianca. Your nectar is the taste of heaven. I will never grow tired of it. I’m glad we’re mates”

‘I wish you would, you bastard!’ Bianca almost spat that at him, but she couldn’t. She had to behave. The clever, hopeful, scheming part of her still saw escape as an option. Over the course of the last few weeks, she’d tried several times, and each time he’d caught her, she’d lost what few ‘privileges’ she still had. She’d been reduced to…being tied up naked whenever he went out. It was humiliating. It was so many things she could hardly even acknowledge, even to herself.

“Are you going to rape me again?” she said. Her tone accused him, and for a moment he looked hurt.

“Does the pleasure I give you mean nothing? If it is so unwanted, why did you open your legs wider for me, Bianca? Why did you welcome me? Why was your body hungry for my touch?”

Technically, she could have stopped him from performing his cunnilingus. Her wrists were tied, but her ankles weren’t. She could have closed her legs. She could have kicked him. Why hadn’t she?

She told herself that all she’d done was give in to the inevitable. She’d just been playing along. It didn’t mean anything. Not really.

Still, that wasn’t the point! With her emotions at war, her wolf jeered in, ‘If you butt heads with Simeon at every turn, how will you ever earn back his trust?’

She looked away with a sigh. Then she looked back at him. He turned away.

“I was going to suggest you help me cook today. I have a new lasagna recipe I thought would be fun for us to make,” Simeon said. “But now I see you aren’t in the mood. I will leave you to rest for a while longer and come fetch you when the food is ready.”

“Please wait,” Bianca sputtered. Her face softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just…untie me and I’ll help you with the lasagna.” Simeon regarded her carefully. He shook his head.

“I don’t think so. I can see the rebellion in your eyes. You’re not sincere about wanting us to spend time together. I haven’t broken your resistance yet. It’s a pity.” He moved off of the bed. She was desperate now. So she said the one thing that she knew would stop him cold in his tracks.

“Fuck me.”

Simeon froze.

Bianca licked her lips. “I want your cock inside me. The pleasure you give me…it does mean something. I know you aren’t completely evil. Part of you cares about me, the mate bond is still active too and your own sick, twisted way. I’m…I’m…maybe that’s why I’m tired of fighting you, okay?”

 She widened her legs so that he could see the pink of her exposed pussy. “So, go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Then untie me and let me help you make lasagna. I won’t try to escape, I give you my word.”

Would it work? She had to hope. She prayed that the sincere look on her face would be enough. She did mean it, the part about not believing him to be totally evil. She didn’t hate him, as much as she had every reason to and every right to…

He rubbed his chin and gave her an appraising stare. He leaned down and his fingers gently fingered her quim. She sighed and tried to revel in his touch. She looked at him and let the pleasure show clearly on her face as he began to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

“You give me your word? No escape attempts?” he leaned half-way onto the bed. While his one hand continued to fondle her soft folds, his other hand gently cupped her right breast.

“I give you my word, Alpha Simeon. Please.”

The muscular Alpha abruptly stood up and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to his ankles before taking off his socks, stepping out of the pants to kick them away.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the hunger lighting his eyes up in a way that made him look more than just human.

 Soon he was as naked as Bianca. He had a magnificent cock. His wolf growled at Bianca’s a and this made Bianca cringe.

She couldn’t help from staring at that erection, his manhood elongated and yearning to be buried deep inside her. His eyes roved reverently up and down her bare skin. He slid his body atop hers. She looked deeply into his eyes. The slender brunette gasped as she felt his rigid shaft slide easily into her moistened sex, like a sword slamming home into its proper sheath.

“Mmm. Darling, you feel like a goddess around my cock,” Simeon growled. “If tasting you was heaven, then submitting to the sensations you give me right now…words fail me,” he grunted, pulling his hips back only to plunge them forward, fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts.

Bianca stared into his eyes as she felt him pound her snatch with a steady cadence. She opened her legs wider and tried to relish the feel of his shaft ramming so deeply. Maybe it was wrong, but she was still a woman and he was still a man. Certain primal things couldn’t be wished away. He was making love to her – savagely, yes, and possibly against her will…or at least the fragments of her will that still resisted.

“Alpha Simeon…please untie my wrists. Please,” she begged. His eyes flared with suspicion. His hands clamped onto her wrists.

“Sorry, baby. You know I can’t do that. Enjoy the ride, darling. I love you so much.” He leaned down to kiss her, and she accepted it. She kissed him back. Her tongue made a voracious pass at his, and he responded with the same amorous passion.

Their bodies joined again and again as the mattress shook. His cock plunged until he vanished completely in her warmth, only his jostling testicles still visible. Then he would pull back so that his cock, shiny and glistening with her fluids, gleamed for just a moment before it vanished once more. He fucked her like this for maybe a half hour.

 His stamina served him well, and by the time he was nearing climax, Bianca couldn’t deny her own lust. Her wolf is getting out of hand after that short period and before she could know it,

She was panting as he fucked her.

She kissed him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her. She was still kissing him when she felt him groan into her mouth. His body seized up, and then his cock was twitching inside her. She felt his warm seed spurt deep inside her pussy. He groaned as he collapsed gently on top of her. His one arm kept him from crushing her as he kissed the side of her face and then nuzzled her neck.

Bianca sighed as she felt his cock go soft inside her snatch. If she was being honest with herself, she’d enjoyed their coupling. Her cunt felt alive with a fresh burn of desire. Her loins were practically begging for a Round 2.

She surprised herself now, too, because this intimate moment between them, brutal though it was too, gave the girl the perfect opening.

“Alpha…can we talk?”

Simeon’ eyebrows arched.

“You need to untie me. Then I want us to talk.”

“Bianca,” he said, a tone of warning, “we can talk fine, as is. Say what you need to say.” He looked down at her, arching his back even as their bodies were still joined. His cock leaked the last dribbles of cum inside her.

“No, I can’t talk to you like this. Please,” Bianca said. Suddenly her eyes were brimming with tears. She couldn’t live like this! Like a complete prisoner. She’d tried and tried to be patient…but no matter what she did, he wouldn’t believe her. He just kept her tied up. He kept her as his virtual prisoner. She didn’t want to deaden her psyche to get through this horror. She wanted…some shred of progress. There had to be something inside Simeon, something good, that she could use to her advantage. There had to be a decent man underneath, or maybe despite the man he was.

“Please,” she said, tears sliding down her face. “I won’t even leave this bed, but I’m begging you, Simeon, for the sake of my sanity, if you truly want me, please do this for me. You don’t know how painful it is to be completely helpless. To not even be able to move.”

Simeon’ face softened. “I do know, my darling Omega. I know all too well. I don’t do this to you because I want things to be this way. I only do it from necessity.”

“And if I go crazy? If I lose my sanity because of this, would you be happy then? To have an empty shell of a body to do what you want with? Or do you want me, do you want Bianca, The Sweet Omega who’s your mate?”

 She choked back a sob. “If you won’t even give me the smallest chance to earn back your trust, where else do you think this will lead? It’ll become a self-fulfilling prophecy, Simeon. Instead of getting better, I’ll only get worse…instead of being your mate, I’ll become a lifeless, deadened husk of a woman. Please, just trust me this much. I promise not to try to escape.”

Simeon looked at the naked beauty for a long moment. He sighed. “You’ve promised me before. You’ve lied to me before. Five times you’ve tried to escape, darling. You’ve disappointed me each time.”

Bianca racked her brain for what to say next. She leaned up and kissed him even as the tears still glistened on her face. “I know I have. I know I don’t deserve your trust, but I’m asking you for it because I’m desperate. Look into my eyes and tell me if I’m lying. Is this me desperate to escape from you or am I far, far beyond that? Am I just desperate to keep my sanity alive? That’s what you should ask yourself. Right now I’m in so much pain, I couldn’t…I couldn’t think about escaping even if I wanted to. I just need the smallest bit of freedom. It doesn’t even have to be much. I just…I need this, Alpha. I need this so much.”

“Call me what you called me the first night we were together,” Simeon said suddenly.

“My big, strong wolf,” she whispered. “Will you please untie me?” Simeon’ hawk-like face took on a thoughtful look. He drew off the bed and then came back with a Swiss army knife. He cut away each of Bianca’s bonds and threw the tattered ropes into the trash. Bianca sat up and rubbed her wrists. The feeling of having full circulation back in her hands felt like an unreal blessing. She smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

He nodded at her, but his eyes were hooded. He didn’t trust her. He looked like a predator about to strike. She had to disarm him, but how?

“Here. Let me clean your cock,” she said seductively. She leaned down and licked from the base of his penis to the tip. Then she repeated the motion, again and again. With satisfaction, she felt him shudder.

 The slender brunette felt her captor’s cock stiffen, freshly engorged with arousal as she slurped on it like a delicious treat. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked him in greedily. She pumped her mouth up and down as her hands slid around his firm buttocks, gripping his ass. To be honest, Bianca loved the feel of those muscles under her fingertips. Even if Simeon was unhinged, Bianca’s primal feminine self knew one thing: he was sexy as hell. In another life, she would still ask to be his mate but not tied like this.

“Bianca,” he growled, “you are doing far more than cleaning my manhood.”

She just looked up at him slyly and kept impaling her mouth on his dick. She lovingly cradled the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Bianca meanwhile slid one hand underneath his balls, fondling his testicles so lovingly as she took him deeper between her lips.

 Her mouth formed a perfect O-shaped seal around his penis as she sucked him as fervently and obediently as she could. She kept pumping her rippling jaw back and forth until her nose pressed almost to his pubic hair.

 Now she held that difficult pose, her airway constricted with his cock half-way down her throat, until she felt a fresh trickle of pre-cum on her tongue. That was when she pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Simeon’ seed clung to her lips in glistening strands. She wiped away the evidence of his lust with the back of her hand.

“How’s that for a proper cleaning?” she said with a wry grin.

Simeon looked at her, a little stunned. No sooner had she finished saying this, the girl was already gripping the base of his shaft with one hand. With her other hand she resumed the soft caresses of her captor’s testicles.

“It looks like someone’s ready for another round,” she said seductively. Perhaps she’d come across a little too seductive in her tone, because suddenly Simeon drew back suspiciously. With some effort, he purged the lust from his expression.

“Not quite yet, darling. I will go downstairs and prepare our meal. You stay here, on the bed – as you promised. Is that clear?”

Bianca nodded, surprised at how grateful she felt for this small gesture from him. He was letting her alone in a room without being tied up. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

“Yes. I’ll stay on the bed. I promise.” She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. “Don’t be too long.” His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clit with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again – and it did the trick. A fresh wave of arousal coiled through her insides, making her cunt clench up with need. Her nipples became erect, taut little pink buds which stood out perfectly from her sexy tits. ‘What on earth are you doing!!’ her wolf cried. But she adamantly refused to think.

Simeon stood there and just watched as she slowly brought herself to climax. It didn’t take long; Bianca knew her body well and she wasn’t ashamed of this, at least, giving herself the pleasure she needed to survive.

Finally, with a low cooing, she shuddered on the bed. Her cunt twitched again and again and again, until she slowly drew away her fingers. All of them were glistening. More than that, the scent of her need filled the bedroom.

The distrustful, well-built Alpha had to acknowledge she hadn’t been faking it. His wolf licked his lips hungrily and growl as his suspicion faded from his heated gaze as he unexpectedly hastened toward the bed. Bianca had time to notice the length and hardness of his reinvigorated cock before he whipped her around to face the wall.

“Place your hands on the headboard.” The Omega barely had time to do so, kneeling on her hands and knees, before she felt Simeon’ thick cock slide into her sex from behind. He began pumping her roughly, his one hand firmly around the nape of her neck as his other hand dipped between her legs, rubbing her clit even as he fucked her for the second time.

“You sexy, little vixen. You think I would just leave you after you put on a show like that?” he growled.

“Ooohhh…fuck me,” she sighed. “Put your cock inside me. My big, strong wolf needs to fuck this pussy,” she moaned, hoping it would please him. It did – whether because he chose to believe that her words were genuine, or because he was beyond caring in the throes of his lust, Bianca couldn’t be sure.

She just relished the feel of his cock slamming hard into her from behind, the constant cadence of their bodies smacking together until she felt the heat of arousal burning through her veins.

She cried out as a rare, unexpected orgasm erupted from the sheer force and depth of the thorough fucking he gave her. Soon enough, he chased her orgasm with one of his own. He groaned, thick ropes of seed shooting inside her now cum-soaked pussy.

With a sigh, he emptied the last of his second load and pulled out. He watched as excess jism oozed from her well-fucked snatch. She felt so dirty just now. But it was still more than worth it, if she was continuing to earn back his trust. Bianca knew that now.

“Mmmm. I’ll be back, little Omega.” Simeon affectionately slapped her ass as he stepped off the bed. “Don’t forget your promise.”

He left after taking the knife and the groceries, and locking the door behind him. Like every other room in the house, the master bedroom could be locked from the outside with the proper key – a key only Simeon had.

She waited for him now. The young woman wrapped her arms around her legs as she tucked them underneath her chin. Bianca thought of what she could do to earn the next scrap of trust back from this enigma of a man. One way or another, she’d find a way to get back into his good graces. She’d find a way to be free.

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