Sometimes I write just to get things out of my head.  Two things I'm afraid of most happen to be werewolves and rape.  I put the two together and got this and am no longer afraid to walk in the dark.  .  .

"Who wants to go home LCV?" Dave asked, scanning the rows of cubicles as half a dozen hands shot into the air. It was nearly nine-thirty on a Sunday night and the phones were dead. Jaenelle had been waiting in between calls for nearly ten minutes and was itching to go home to spend time with her boyfriend. If Dave let her go, she could *just* make it to the bus. Her hand was the first in the air, and with only two hours to go on her shift, she was hopeful she would be picked. Dave pointed to another person three rows away and then to her. She beamed him a big smile and quickly logged out of her phone and computer while chattering her good nights to the other people in the row. Laughing and waving to a few unfortunates who had to stay she zipped up her blue and black windbreaker, slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped out into the night.

The wind whipped tendrils of her long brown hair into her face as she moved quickly down the driveway; the nearly full moon was a bright eye in the night sky.
'Too cold for the frogs to sing tonight.' she thought as she crossed the street underneath the burnt out street lamp. The ditch was half full with spring run off and rainwater and sometimes she would hear the frogs singing as she made her way home. Not this night; the wind was howling out of the north west and the temperature was downright chilly. The metal storage shed she was passing by creaked and groaned as the wind pushed against it, angry at the obstacle in it's path.

A loud bang startled her as one of the doors on the shed was ripped open by the wind and as she turned to look the wind caught her hair and tore it loose from the brown scrunchie. Her hair was a storm about her face and she fought with it as she fought to see the shed. Jaenelle only had a seconds warning when she heard pounding feet on the pavement before she was slammed into from the side and knocked into the ditch, something heavy and furry landing ontop of her in the freezing water.

Momentarily stunned from the impact Jaenelle tried to get her bearings. 'I'm in the ditch...something hit me, was I hit by a car?' she thought groggily and tried to push whatever it was off of her. Her hands came up out of the water at the same time her ears were assaulted by a vicious growl. She shrieked when she saw the long furred pointed ears and golden eyes staring down at her. Broad and extremely muscular shoulders were silhoutted by the moon's light and the hands that pinned her in the water were powerful and tipped with long curved claws. One of those hands clamped down over her mouth stifling the scream and the other grabbed her by the collar of her coat and hauled her out of the ditch, dragging her towards the storage shed. A low rumbling sound filled Jaenelle's ears and she realized it was the creature. She struggled and kicked, praying someone would come by. The creature let go of her mouth long enough to smash one fist across her face leaving a blaze of stars across her vision before they both dissapeared inside the metal shed.

Dumped unceremoniously onto the hard floor, Jaenelle fought to stay in control of herself. Mentally she quickly assessed the damage; her right eye was starting to swell shut from the blow and there was a trickle of warm blood running from her nose but other than that and being very cold and wet she was alright. Her eyes darted around the black space desperately seeking some sign of whatever it was that had attacked her. She strained her senses and finally caught a whiff of animal musk on the air and the hint of a growl teased her ears. As her eyes adjusted to the faint moonlight spilling in from several holes in the walls she finally caught sight of the creature squatting on the ground no more than an arms-length away. It's golden eyes bored into hers and glimmered in the faint light. A car driving by on the street made it's head turn and she reeled when she saw the long canine muzzle and a flash of white teeth as the creature snarled at the sound.

All of her instincts were screaming at her to flee or fight but Jaenelle couldnt' do anything but stare at the creature. As the sound of the car faded into nothing and there was only the howl of the wind pounding against the shed it turned it's attention back to her and rose from it's crouch. The creature was tall, nearly seven feet and furred all over. A pair of filthy pants that might have once been bluejeans covered its waist down to it's knees. It's chest was a mass of rippling muscle and it's legs could rival an Olympian's for stamina and speed. Silvered in the moonlight it's fur bristled and shone and the deadly tipped hands flexed.

Jeanelle whimpered. Reaching down to the button that was barely holding the tattered jeans on it's slim hips the clawed hand released the flimsy catch and easily stepped out of the ruined pants. She opened her mouth to scream when she saw the creature's arousal in the moonlight but in a second before any sound came out it leapt upon her and crushed her mouth with a clawed hand. She fought now, biting and kicking and scratching as she felt the creature's hand moving over her body and leaving small bleeding scratches. Straddling her hips the creature reared back and smashed it's fist into her face, bouncing the back of her head off the floor. Dazed, Jaenelle lay still on the floor as the creature's hands finished their work and she lay naked and shivering on the cement floor.

A cool wet nose explored the small bleeding scratches; a long rough tongue traveled over her breasts and belly. Jaenelle's mind retreated to a different place and time as the creature's animal scent filled her nostrils and it's cool nose brushed up against her inner thighs. An excited whimper escaped the creature's throat and it hungrily lapped at her, a thirsting creature searching for sustanance. Jaenelle retreated further into herself, trying to hide from the violation. Against her will her body responded to the creature's ministrations and became warm and wet and the creatures whimpering became more excited and tense. Despite of the chill seeping into her bones Jaenelle felt the warmth spreading up from between her thighs to engulf her as the creature's tongue lapped at her inner flesh. Her buttocks and hips scraped against the floor as she lifted her hips to the creature's mouth. Just as she felt an explosion start the creature roughly pushed her over onto her stomach and lifted her to him, impaling her on its fully aroused member. She screamed as she felt her insides tear trying to accomidate it's full pulsing length and she cried out again as her own body betrayed her with the most powerful climax she had ever known.

Dawn broke over the metal shed like an angel's cacophony. Jaenelle woke slowly, one piece at a time, gaining awareness over her body. Her head ached and her right eye was completley swollen shut. Her lips her puffed and bruised and there was dried blood from her nose trailing all the way down her throat. There were many small areas that burned from small scratches and she was still naked. Shivering she drew her knees up to her chest and winced as her inner flesh ached and shifted. The cobwebs flew from her mind and her eyes snapped fully open. Looking about the shed she couldn't see the creature anywhere but there was a pair of dirty blue jeans lying nearby. Jeanelle dressed as quickly as she could in her still wet clothes and pulled her windbreaker around her. Her shoes squished as she walked over to the bluejeans and stared at them. Deciding something, she bent and picked them up and stepped outside into the light. Her bag was still sitting on the other side of the ditch where she'd dropped it from fighting with her hair and she put the jeans inside. Moving stiffly, she pulled up her hood and started the long walk home.

I thought it was fairly well-written, but I'm horrible at critiques. Maybe would have gone better in the Sex forum, isn't there an erotica thread there?

Not much of a review, but I do have some random thoughts: First, it's well-written, intense, and disturbingly arousing. So yeah!

There are a couple of minor things, such as the last sentence of the 3rd to last paragraph being better off starting "Dazed, Jaenelle lay still as the creature's hands...", because you're mentioning the cement floor again later in the same sentence, or the sentence in the middle of the second to last paragraph: "became warm and wet while the creature's whimpering became more excited and tense" sounds better to me.

The biggest issue for me seems to be the first paragraph, though. It doesn't feel like it really belongs to the story, and I can't shake the feeling that the story would in fact be better off without it. If, OTOH, you were aiming for some kind of contrast between the civilized world of the call center and the primeval violence outside, you need a better, somewhat more extensive description of the transition from one to the other.