Citizen Kane

Kane worked the woman hard, until they were both bathed in sweat. Her body odour inflamed his senses. He was half man, half dog and when he took a woman it was his canine senses that drove him to the worst excesses. She was on all-fours and he grabbed her ears as he rammed her, growling softly and listening intently to her whimpers. Always with the women it was their fear that made his mind reel and if he bared his canine teeth at them, they would offer no resistance. This one, Cassie, made no other sound until Kane pinched her nipples so hard that she squealed in pain. He came inside her and held her tightly as she lay panting on her marriage bed. Only his swollen penis knot betrayed his animal origins and Cassie may have wondered how his erection remained locked inside her after he had ejaculated. It was unlike any sex she had ever had but she would never come anywhere near to guessing the truth. Kane would take her again and again, sniffing at her orifices, her armpits, licking her anus, his eyes wild with animal lust. He would slip away as the light outside faded, knowing that she would say nothing, knowing that the terror would haunt her for weeks and months to come.

This is Kane, an athlete, long shaggy dark hair. And apart from the teeth, there was no sign that he was from another world. The teeth he kept covered with a denture until it was time to- go hunting again. His father had been a dog soldier during inter-galactic wars, killed in combat. His mother had been an earthling, taken as a slave when the warriors of Cerberus paid a brief visit to Planet Earth during their centuries of wandering. They were able to assume human form but had no great interest in the place. Now Kane has returned, his curiosity aroused by his father's stories of conquest. His appetites were insatiable. He ate human food and dressed like a man. But when he caught the scent of a woman of interest, his canine senses would drive him to a frenzy of passion.

Often he spent weeks stalking a potential mate. He would study their habits and await his chance. Sometimes they would not live up to their promise and he would abandon the chase. Small things repelled him, the way she put on her makeup, the way she talked, the way she ate food. With Cassie it had started in a supermarket where she was shopping for groceries. Kane caught her scent from the other side of the store and trailed around after her, watching. She was aged about 40, blonde, pretty, wearing a floral print dress. He watched her bend down and caught a glimpse of white panties. Long tanned legs. He followed her from the store and listened as she chatted with a friend on her cell phone. Softly spoken, a pleasant easy laugh. Kane got into his car and followed her black Porsche Carrera 4 from a safe distance. When she turned into her drive, he carried on. Over the next couple of weeks, Kane observed until he had established Cassie's routine. He watched as she came out every morning, sometimes in a dressing gown, and sent her husband to work with a kiss. Kane preferred mature women, had even taken grandmothers, because their body odours were stronger.

On a cool October morning, he watched as usual from his car as Cassie's husband drove off. He never had trouble getting into suburban homes because security was usually lax. Through an open window and he padded upstairs to the master bedroom. He could hear Cassie in the shower. He lay back on the bed and waited. When she came out of the shower and saw him lying naked on her bed, she froze. She didn't scream. The towel dropped and he saw that she was the perfect choice. She knew she would be raped. Thinking back later, she couldn't explain why she had surrendered without a struggle, almost without a murmur. There was something about him, almost primeval, which made her terribly afraid.

She saw that his erect penis was large with a purplish tinge. But she thought that was some kind of abnormality, like Trump's mushroom. it was in his hand now as he took her arms and laid her gently on the bed, legs draped over the end. Kane was rarely violent. There was no need. He parted Cassie's thighs and dug into her slit with his tongue. He noted approvingly that she was neatly trimmed, neither bushy nor smooth. If a woman was dry, Kane would use the material to hand, lotions and creams in the bedroom, oil in the kitchen. He fondled Cassie's breasts, smelt a leak of milk, then turned her over and licked the back of her neck, sniffed and licked her anus, before entering her and it went in smoothly and now he growled and groaned with fierce lust and pumped her with powerful thrusts. She was crying but he paid no attention. He said nothing all the while. Afterwards, he took her photo on his phone and snipped a lock of her hair for his files. He had hundreds of photos in there, knew none of their names. Only once did one victim come anywhere close to guessing his secret. It happened rarely but sometimes a woman's body would betray her against her will and she would come to orgasm. On this occasion, as he pounded her without mercy, she cried out: "You bastard, you fuck like a dog!" Something about the look he gave her haunted her dreams.