Wait there

“I… I’ll think I’ll wait here,” answered Leanne.

“Okay then,” replied Gary, clearly a little miffed that she’d rejected him in favour of waiting for Dan. “He should be along soon.”

The chubby figure promptly headed out, leaving Leanne all alone with the sinister clown costume. She turned and peered back towards the storage area and gave a shudder before shaking it off. Leanne sat back and took a deep breath. So much had happened and it was beginning to take its toll on her. Not only from a physical perspective but also mentally. As she relaxed against the soft, tatty couch she felt her eyelids slowly starting to drop. She tried fighting back but eventually she succumbed to her tiredness and fell fast asleep.

She awoke with a start some time later. Her eyes shot open and she glanced about the room. Everything was quiet although from the small window in the corner Leanne could see it was now dark outside. She rubbed a hand over her eyes and leant her head back against the worn cushions. As she opened her eyes again she looked around. That’s when she saw it.

Standing across from her was the snarling figure she seen earlier. The animalistic creature Dan became before he fucked her. Leanne immediately tried to run but something was stopping her. She looked down at her arm in a panic and saw her wrist was handcuffed. Frantically she searched for the other end and found herself locked to the metal leg of a nearby table. She yanked hopelessly on the handcuffs but there was no give. The metal clanking loudly. Leanne looked over her shoulder to see the sneering beast staring at her as she struggled. There seemed to be a gleam in his eyes as though he was hunting his prey. And she was it.

“D-D-D-Dan?” she sobbed. “Dan? Is that you?” There was no response from the creature and he just stared menacingly at the panicked young woman.

Eager to find a way free Leanne adjusted her position, leaning over the back of the sofa as she looked for a way to free herself. The table wasn’t large but there was very little movement as she tried to lift it with her free hand. She glanced back and saw the werewolf take a step towards her. Her heart skipped a beat and her movement became more ****. Despite the difficulties of using her chained hand Leanne pressed both her palms under table and lifted with all the strength she could. The table rose and tipped over, almost taking Leanne with it as she was dragged over the back of the couch. With her arse in the air she rattled the handcuffs against the upturned table legs and pulled it free from the end. However, she wasn’t quite fast enough and as her arm came loose the beast grabbed her from behind.

Leanne let out a panicked scream as she felt his hands gripping her slender hips and his claws digging into her soft flesh. Slowly they began to slide around her waist to the front of her jeans. There was a pause, a brief moment that felt like it lasted forever, before he ripped her buttons open. She cried out again as she felt her jeans being torn from her thighs, exposing her white lace panties. She tried kicking back but in her prone position she couldn’t get enough power into her legs. She was still half bent over the sofa as she felt the beast tug her jeans clean off. Her tight panty clad arse and pussy **** to attack by her tormentor.

Leanne scrabbled to find something to help her. Something to fight back with or least get her away from this freak. Objects were strewn about ahead of her thanks to the fallen table. To her left she saw a drinks bottle, on the right a thick book and in front the office phone. Its cord a tangled mess and the receiver thrown across the floor.