Inside
Elsewhere, Allie was worried too- not panicking, not yet, but definitely worried. The guy was named Gerrd, and he was loud and confident, but he'd come in alone, not with friends. There was something 'off' about him, like he was laughing at a joke he was making which nobody was going to get... he was slightly athletic, not as much as Wern, but his bravado was incredible.
It really was just like he was the big-man pack-leader most popular guy in his crew, the one that everyone deferred to, but where the hell was the crew? Those types of guys always ran in packs and came in in groups. Usually they'd split up and each take girls, but Allie had seen one situation the previous night where the whole group went off with one girl, and an enforcer pointedly stationed himself outside the door, listening.
It was startling, what kinds of sounds he was prepared to stand there listening to- but the girl did come out again, on her own paws, several hours later, leaning on some of the guys. Allie tried to remember if Jennis had said anything about the legality of that stuff, then winced, remembering she'd apparently really blown it with Jennis.
And here was Gerrd, bold as a pack leader, yet he'd come in alone.
Well... she was apparently about to learn what that meant.
"So- ya real hard to impress, huh?" he said.
Allie blinked. "I'm not sure I'd say that. Impress? I would hope you'd enjoy our time together..."
"Oh, I will, baby, trust me, I'm gonna enjoy this. I should ask you to close your eyes for the full effect."
"I should ask you for double scale, for that." snapped Allie.
"Hey, hey! Easy, baby! Little less attitude, alright? You know what they say about double scale, right?" said Gerrd, taking off his pants.
"No- what?"
"Bitch ain't worth two bitches, 'cos with two bitches you can have one for each nut," said Gerrd, and guffawed. "How do you like that?"
Allie dutifully laughed, a little awkwardly, feeling very off balance. "Well, I'm glad you're going to enjoy it- you ought to!"
"Fuck does that mean?"
Allie stammered, as his tone had changed suddenly. "I- I- Just that I'm going to do my best with you, I hope you do enjoy it!"
Gerrd relaxed again, just as abruptly, hand on his sheath and working on it. "That's right, baby. I'm gonna do my magic- you'll be howlin' in no time, baby."
"Um... I don't tend to be noisy, exactly."
"I got the cure right here."
What he had was a growing hard-on, one that swelled out of his unkempt sheath with a vengeance, apparently all the more aroused by her nervousness. Allie decided to test that, and bit her lip gently, feigning worry.
"Um... does it get a lot bigger?"
"Of course. You want it lay-down, or tail in the air? Yer gettin' it in about ten seconds, baby, decide or be decided."
"That quick?" she said. She saw the way he got an extra lift out of her worry. Ah. One of those.
"It's doing you a favor, baby, that knot don't go in easy. Let's go let's go..."
Allie bit her lip again. From what she could see, she wasn't feigning worry any more. Gerrd was a monster, and he wasn't talking gentle. She made a quick decision.
"Belly to belly." she said. "You can play with my tits better." And, thought Allie, I can bite, punch and kick better if this gets out of hand.
"Lay down." said Gerrd. Allie flowed over to rub up against him.
"Fuckin' lay down!" barked Gerrd. "The man does the fuckin'!"
Startled, Allie cringed away- and, seeing that he wasn't coming after her or making threatening moves, she backed carefully towards the shabby bed, reclining onto it. At the last moment, she surreptitiously licked her fingers, as drooly as she could manage with a dry, nervous mouth, and anointed her lupine pussy, hoping the guy wouldn't spot or object to this move.
Gerrd moved in with a swagger, almost walking bowlegged. Allie privately thought that his nuts did not justify that posture- they were actually fairly small- but Gerrd's cock made up for them. She lay back, wide-eyed and spread-legged, grateful that she'd snuck a bit of lube and trying to get erotic in her head so she could handle it.
Gerrd's cock loomed at her. It had fairly impressive length, but the alarming part was the swollen, blunt bulk of it- he was a fat, fat boy, and it looked like he was going to come out with a really serious knot while he was at it. Allie wasn't at all sure she could manage the tie-breaking trick on a guy that was too huge, and as Gerrd climbed up onto the bed, she quickly decided she was going to try and jolly him along any way she could, rather than get into physical conflict and possibly be unable to get away. She wasn't sure quite what he needed, but the important thing was figuring it out quick, satisfying him, and getting him out.
"And the bitch says..." said Gerrd, not harshly, but in almost a dreamy, incantory way...
With a rough thrust, Gerrd's cock jabbed at her, tucking into her saliva-wettened vulva and prying her open with the harshness his voice didn't have. Allie bared her teeth from the sharpness of the sensation, the wedged searing hard bulk of it... and then, suddenly, it was gone, and Gerrd's eyes were a little less friendly.
"I get it... they weren't lying, you really are hard to impress. That can be arranged..."
He reached down, while Allie panted and stared, and he stroked her mons, massaging it as if squeezing her pussy together, stroked his sheath and rubbed his hand against the head of his cock, making a little snarl.
No sooner had Allie realized that he'd done that to make his erection even harder, stiffer and bulkier...
"Bitch says."
Gerrd bucked forward with even more aggression, and Allie let out a yelp as he plunged into her. It was like taking on Rencer in full climax- a searing burst of intimate sensation shocking her body. She barely felt lubricated enough to take him, and this time he wasn't stopping and pulling out. He shoved his way through all tightnesses, not waiting for her to melt around him- it seemed like he didn't even want that, he was working his cock in her like she was a blow-up doll.
Allie yowled through her teeth, keening at the overwhelming sensations, her ears laid back.
"Yes she does."
Gerrd's hips heaved and thrusted. Then, barely pausing, he reached for her legs and lifted, curling her under him, tilting her hips up to more closely align with his thrusting angle- and, having done this, Gerrd put his back into it, and Allie's wolf pussy, barely keeping up with the aggression of Gerrd's swollen, frenetically plunging cock, got presented with the next stage- Gerrd had got an angle where he could pull almost completely out with each thrust, and then slam down, jabbing himself to the hilt in her. And this he did, and did, and Allie reeled and began to howl and yelp.
"Yes she DOES!"
Vaguely, Allie realized that her usual routine, her usual responses, were out the window. She wasn't quite at the point of biting and kicking, but her sense of not wanting to make noise was totally irrelevant to this- if it was in any other context, she'd call it getting beat up. Only a few previous clients' seed kept her from being dry and scraped raw- her body wasn't helping one bit, and had decided it was done for the day, thanks. As one of Gerrd's thrusts jabbed extra forcefully, Allie let out a shrill yipe.
"Oh yes she DOES! Bitch speaks! We gonna pop it in and out?"
His knot was swelling in his excitement, even as he continued to thrust. It added an extra level of "oh hell no" to the sensations ransacking Allie, and was rapidly becoming screamingly bulky.
"Gonna... pop it? I.. can! Say... when!"
Allie let out a wail, and grabbed onto Gerrd with arms and legs, desperately trying to cling to him and stop him pulling that knot out. She felt her body, tired of the churning, lock onto his cockbase in a tie- just clamp down like her pussy was trying to sprain itself on him.
"Oh yeah. OH yeah. Oh YEAH..."
Allie clung to him, tears leaking from her eyes, feeling his body shudder as he began to orgasm- and she let out piteous keening noises as Gerrd's knot ballooned inside her already brutalized wolfpussy, and just hung on as the pressure built and built and built, shards of pain flashing sporadically from her insides. Blessedly, he had finally stopped moving.
"Ohhhhh, yeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhh..."
Allie didn't trust his not moving- she clung hard to him, waiting as long as she had to for him to subside. She knew sometimes the huge ones didn't last. The guys presumably just couldn't maintain the blood pressure.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good..."
Allie wiped her eye with her hand, and set her jaw- if nothing else happened, she'd ridden out the worst of it.
"I could tell, baby, I was your best, made to impress."
Allie sniffled, and didn't argue. If it got him out of here without incident, she wouldn't argue. She knew that not only had she not come, but she'd gone as far from erotic feelings as she'd ever been, but to this clown, he was her best. Allie wrapped her legs tighter, wincing as it put pressure on the titanic knot wedged inside her. She suspected the goddamned thing wouldn't even clear her pelvis until it went down a bit.
"Oh, baby. Gooood night, such a good night..."
It seemed to take forever for Gerrd to subside. He was done- he didn't seek any more talk, he didn't try to move, but he'd swelled so hard that it took a long time to untie. Allie passed the time working on her tie-release exercises, trying to get control of that muscle that cramped up so thoroughly. Gerrd didn't seem to mind, it was like he'd already moved on.
When they finally separated, Allie limped for the door, and was passed by Gerrd. She privately thought she'd snarl at him if he tried to support her or help her walk, and she was very annoyed that he made no such attempt.
Wern was just outside the door, and he looked upset.
"Are you okay, Allie?" he said.
"She's great, dude. Who the fuck are you?" said Gerrd.
"I'll talk to you later..." said Allie to Wern.
"You might want to give her a little rest." said Gerrd, in a self-satisfied way.
"I didn't like the sounds I was hearing." said Wern, confronting the other Runge male.
"Again with the who the fuck are you? What was wrong with 'em?"
"I don't hear sounds like that when I'm with her, buddy. Okay?"
"Sorry to hear it, knotless. Want I should give you some pointers?"
"What?" snarled Wern.
"Bitches like the rough, they want a real man. Maybe you can't give them enough of what they want, so in that case fuck harder. People say this one is hard to impress, doesn't make noise easy..."
"That's because..." began Wern, his voice tense as a wire.
"No, dude, seriously- all it took was a much bigger cock, and you just jab it in real rough and you got all the noise you want. It's easy. Next time, I'm gonna take it up a notch, see if I can get that screaming happening. You know, when they're all shaking and screaming, and sometimes afterward you find out they didn't notice but they bleed.."
Wern's fist cut him off. All around them, customers and whores scrambled to see or to get clear.
Gerrd didn't get much of a chance to yell. He went over a chair, fell so hard that the chair started to come apart, and Wern was all over him, landing another savage punch. Across the room, an enforcer began to charge over. The door to the outside was open, and Allie saw a Verss cop glance in at the sudden activity.
She looked back, quickly, to see Wern grab the chair by its leg, yanking it from under Gerrd's twisting body. Gerrd was holding the side of his muzzle where Wern had punched him, and was kicking at Wern with one foot- and the chair came down, awkwardly, smashing against Gerrd's body, splintering into pieces. And up went part of the chair, and what Wern was holding now looked like a sort of bent wooden club- and Wern's body convulsed in a swing that smashed that club against the side of Gerrd's head.
Gerrd spasmed and collapsed- and the club went up, and then down again with mad force- and then, Wern went down, tackled by the charging enforcer. Just a few seconds later, the cop from outside ran up, his gun out, screaming "FREEZE!"
Allie screamed, too. Gerrd's head wasn't the right shape any longer. It was all dented in. Allie raised her hands, saw that blood had splashed on her, screamed again.
"You got him? What's up with the guy he was hitting?" said the cop.
The enforcer couldn't answer, he was still struggling with Wern, who hung onto the chair leg and seemed to be desperately trying to get free and hit Gerrd again.
"Roll clear, guy! I'll shoot him!"
"WERN!" screamed Allie, dropping down and screaming it right in his face.
Wern froze, suddenly realizing he was staring right at Allie, and there was a moment of silence, no motion, no reaction, Wern pinned beneath the enforcer, Allie crouching inches from them, the cop holding everybody at gunpoint.
Gerrd made a weak croaking noise- and stopped breathing.
Wern looked over at his handiwork, slowly, as if not quite believing it. He inhaled, and spoke in an unrecognizable voice.
"...I was on parole..."
"He's fuckin' beat the guy to death, is what he's done." said the enforcer.
The cop was yelling into his radio. "Backup! I need backup!"
"Wern!" gasped Allie, barely able to keep up with what was happening.
"I'm sorry..." said Wern.
Another cop came charging in. The first one saw an opportunity, and grabbed the chair leg out of Wern's now unresisting hands. He went to strike Wern with it, and the other cop stopped him. "No! That's evidence, dammit! The murder weapon!"
"Yeah!" yelled the first cop. He handed the chair leg to the second one, and kicked Wern hard in the side.
"Get... no, you cuff him, I'll get an ambulance! Shit, that guy's had it, look at his fucking head, will you?"
"Wern, why?" sobbed Allie.
"Holy crap, she's right," said the second cop, "it's him. Guess it's back inside for him. Oh, just fucking cuff him, will you?"
The first cop was kicking Wern again, who jerked and flinched. "He's going fucking nuts!"
"No, stop! Look! Look at him!"
"He... okay, I know you have seniority, but what the hell just happened? Why ain't he fighting, now?"
The second cop sighed heavily. "Cuff him. He's a fucking yoyo. Institutionalized."
"What?" said the first cop, but he stopped kicking and got out his handcuffs.
"This is that guy that messed with a little girl, years ago." said the second cop. "They let him out on parole. He's been in the joint so long, he can't handle life outside. They do shit knowing they'll go back to jail. Right before their parole expires, that's usually when you get this. Hey, you! Shithead! When would it expire, huh? I've seen you around for a while..."
Wern didn't answer. He seemed beyond speech. Allie stared at him, horrified.
"Whatever." said the cop. "That's a problem you're not gonna have again. If they don't just snuff you, you're never getting out now."
Allie stared. Whimpered, "Wern..."
"Will you... wait for me?" he said.
Allie didn't speak- she couldn't- and Wern's tone of voice somehow had included this, included the despair of knowing that there was no coming back, that the two-tone wolf girl with the quirk about silence and the sexy little noises was not going to wait for him.
Wern was done.
Wern was led roughly away by the two cops, and the others looking on drifted off, resuming their plans in the manner of jaded big-city dwellers.
Allie looked down at the corpse of Gerrd, who would not be returning as promised, to screw her even more violently until she screamed and bled. One of his eyes seemed to be pleading, "Why would you hit such a nice guy like me?". The other one wasn't recognizable anymore.
Eventually, Allie realized that with Jennis gone, she was the floor manager, and it was on her to call the ambulance. Nobody else was going to bother.
Dazedly, Allie went to the phone, dialing the emergency number printed on the handset. "Hello? This is Mistress Elistary. Not her, the place Mistress Elistary. There's a guy here who's dead. Yes, dead. Uh... okay, you can send... what? Am I in shock? You'll be right over? Um, okay..."
Allie hung up the phone while the operator was still talking to her, and sat down, staring at Gerrd's corpse. It occurred to her that her cunt still hurt, and vaguely wondered if the ambulance people would have anything to help.
When the ambulance people arrived, Allie was still staring at Gerrd, unmoving.