Bedtime prayers?

Of course, you always said your bedtime prayers to ward off the werewolves! But now the wolf has got you in a stranglehold and you can barely breathe, much less speak. How are you going to pray now?

Your memories of praying as a child, kneeling at your bed with your hands pressed together, head bowed, are torn apart just as easily as your panties at the claws of the werewolf. Fully exposed to his lust-filled eyes you realize that unlike your childish notions of werewolves, this one is not going to feast upon your flesh in the literal sense.

The wolf-man flips you over on your stomach and pulls up your ass into a position that he finds more appealing. His powerful clawed hand pushes your head down into a pile of dirty laundry that you were supposed to have taken care of a while ago, burying your screams in the fabric as he mounts you from behind, doggy-style.

You flail your arms helplessly, trying to get away or fight or anything, but he is too big and too strong and you are trapped in a most awkward position, feeling his warm, throbbing meat impale you again and again. It's almost exactly like those modern fantasy detective stories you have been reading, and you hate to admit it but it has almost the same effect on your treacherous body.