Guardian Wolf Ch. 07

"The fuck we do!" Jessica said, holding her head between her hands. She was starting to feel really dizzy. She wanted to go home. She tried to shake his hand free from her thigh, but he held it securely, refusing to let go.

"Oh don't be like that. I have waited two years for this date. Shouldn't we at least enjoy the movie and see how things go. Who knows? Maybe you will learn to like me. I'm really a nice guy," Troy smiled again, he could tell the drug was starting to work. He started to massage her thigh and move his hand under her skirt just a little.

"I don't care what you or my father thinks. There is no way I am going to date you, or marry you, or even fuck you. I'm on to you Troy Michelson. I can see past that bullshit golden boy persona of yours. You are a slimy, shit ball, little cretin. Your whole act is complete bullshit. If my father thinks I will marry you so he can take over your father's companies he is crazier than I thought! I will not fuck someone because my father thinks it will be a good business venture!" Jessica screamed. Alarm bells were now going off all over in her head. Something was terribly wrong with her. Did this little prick put something in her drink? Had the shit drugged her? The thought made her insides go cold.

"Now why did you have to go and say something like that? I think you and I will be real good together. Just imagine how many nice things I can buy you with my dad and your father's resources. I could give you anything you want," Troy said with that same sickly sweet tone. He was enjoying this moment more than he realized. It was like a spider carefully luring in its prey for dinner.

"Fuck you!" Jessica said with venom. She was feeling the drug now.

"No, I think the plan is for me to fuck you. But if you care to participate that will be just fine. I wouldn't mind if you get a little something out of the exchange; other than the baby, of course," Troy said as he started to advance over the parking brake.

"What the fuck are you talk...talking about. What...babe...baby?" Jessica slurred. She was having trouble keeping a grip on reality. She felt like she was floating.

"Don't you know? That's the plan your father came up with. If I impregnate you, you will have to marry me; your parents would never allow you to abort the baby. That way your father and I can merge the businesses as soon as I take over. Just think how great you will look with my son growing inside you," Troy said as he started to kiss down the side of Jessica's neck. Jessica felt like she was going to be sick.

"Get off me, you fucking creep! Take me home right now before I scream rape!" Jessica threatened. She was definitely scared now. She brought a hand up with what little strength remained in her to slap him. He caught her hand easily.

"Now Jessica that is no way to talk to the father of our future baby, I have waited two long years for this moment and I am taking what is rightfully mine. You have been flaunting this body all around school, driving me insane with lust. I am going to take your virginity and impregnate you with my baby. So just relax and go with it. It is going to happen, one way or the other. Besides, no one can hear you scream bitch. Everyone is trying to listen to the movie. So feel free to scream if you must." Troy said as he tore at Jessica's peasant top, ripping it, revealing her pert young breasts.

With the last of her strength Jessica screamed, "Help me!"

Just as Troy was forcing her into the backseat, the driver side door open and Troy Michelson disappeared.

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Forest Walcott had been looking forward to going to the movies with his mate Kim all week. Every weekend they tried to get out of the house and have a date night while grandma and grandpa watched their three kids. The twin boys Kevin and Costner (yes they were named after the actor) were hitting their terrible twos and were quite a handful at times. Their older sister Kylee was five and was much more manageable. All three kids were more than happy to go to grandma and grandpa's house so he and his wife could have some 'alone time'. Besides it had been a long week at the precinct. Forest had just gotten off his monthly rotation of a week of twelve hour shifts and he was a little burned out.

Despite his Lycan strength and stamina, defending the city of Seattle was a full time job and it took it out of him. It had been worth it though; they had finally caught up with a serial rapist that had been plaguing the college campus. The little shit turned out to be an adjunct professor that was targeting students from one of his Intro to Literature classes. Ha! Let's see how the bastard likes being on the receiving end of rape. He knew quite a few bull queers who would be more than happy to introduce the prick to the softer side of prison; well, figuratively speaking. Prison was anything but soft. The guy really was slight in stature and rather pale looking; he would be a popular one in prison. Big black bull queers do love their little white boy toys. Teach the little shit for raping innocent girls. That thought brought a smile to his face as he cuddled closer to his mate, stroking her long blond hair.

They had both decided on a double feature at the drive in this time. Kim wanted to see a chick flick that would probably bore him to tears and he wanted to see the latest action flick that Kim found just plain dumb. She continually berated Forest on his choice of movies and would make fun of the lame plots and cheesy action lines. But Forest didn't mind. Kim liked to play when she got bored at the movies. And her favorite toy happened to be located squarely between his legs. After more than one incident of exposure, with their play time rudely interrupted, they had gotten smart; they used a light blanket to disguise things from people. Add the height of the truck and the depth of the bed and it all made play time much more enjoyable and private. The custom love seat he had installed in the truck bed was just gravy.

Kim was in the middle of taking his stick shift to fifth gear with one of her patented hand jobs when the Mustang came barreling up next to them. It was probably some more dumbass teenagers. Kids! They weren't able to sync their brains with their driving habits until at least the age of twenty-five these days. Forest thought that is why you got an insurance discount when you turned twenty-five; a bonus for making it that long without killing yourself. Unfortunately this theory had a lot of holes in it; it seemed that some people never did learn to use their brain properly when they get behind the wheel of a car. There really should be an IQ test issued before some people can get behind the wheel of a car. It would make his life and that of his fellow officers so much easier! Oh well! At least their stupidity kept the city flush with traffic ticket revenue; their stupidity paid his bills.

Forest hardly paid attention to the blond haired kid that exited the Mustang and headed in the direction of the concession center. Kim had moved from hand job to blow job and was making full use of her throat muscles, sending Forest into the stratosphere with pleasure. Her head was moving in such a delicious rhythm beneath the thin blanket.

More out of habit than anything, Forest kept his ears open for any trouble. It was a good trait to have and it had helped stop some serious crimes from happening in the past. It was something an older and more experienced Beta who was also a police Lieutenant taught him. It allowed for his mind to process other things, namely his wife's mind blowing mouth currently wrapped around his cock, while keeping his senses open to trouble.

He was about to blow a large deposit of semen down his wife's throat when he heard the argument start. Despite the large amount of noise coming from their own speakers and the speakers around them, his sensitive ears were able to pick up some of the conversation between them. Something was going on! Despite their mutual displeasure, Forest stopped his mate just before he blew. It was obvious the female passenger was in distress and was not reciprocating the young male's advances. When the scream of "Help Me!" reached their ears, Forest and his Kim jumped out of the bed and into action. Neither he nor his mate thought to cover up as they raced to help the girl.

Forest opened the driver door with the grace of years of experience and grabbed the perpetrator by the collared shirt he was wearing just as he was pushing the victim into the backseat to rape her. Forest noticed the ripped peasant blouse as he was pulling the prick off of her; the sight made him pull the young punk out of the car a little harder than was necessary. The kid hit his head on the arm console hard as he was pulled out to the ground. Oops!

Forest hated everything about rape. The previous year he had learned first- hand about it when a family friend and sister clansman Amber Wolfe was kidnapped and brutally raped. He saw the physical aftermath and the psychological scars it left on the victims; their lives torn apart in an instant. Working on the campus serial rapist case only solidified his hatred of the cowardly act even more. He thought rapists were the lowest of the low. And this piece of shit was not taking 'No' for an answer. Well, we'll see about that. Let's see how big the kid felt when his face was kissing pavement. Again, the kid hit the ground just a little harder than normal. Oops!

Forest placed the steel bracelets he always carried with him in case of emergency around the suspect's wrists. He pulled his company cell phone off the belt clip and hit the speed dial. The number immediately bypassed the local police switchboard and got the night watch commander at the precinct.

"Dispatch, this is watch commander Harrelson speaking," a gruff voice came over the line.

"Dispatch, this is officer Forest Walcott, alpha-bravo-six-nine-zero, off duty. I'm calling to report an attempted oh-twenty, suspect in custody. I need a unit plus medical at the Wilshire drive-in," Forest said.

"Roger alpha-bravo-six-nine-zero, dispatching unit and medical to your location code three. ETA is twenty minutes," Harrelson said.

"Ten-four, dispatch," Forest said and hung up the phone.

He looked down at Troy Michelson with his face in the asphalt. Forest kept a foot on the small of Troy's back to discourage him from moving. He looked over the roof of the car to see his mate consoling the young woman on the tail gate of their truck. Forest breathed a sigh of relief. They were lucky to be so close when it happened; it was a stroke of pure luck. Forest looked down at Troy Michelson and pressed his steel toe boots harder on the kid's spine. The little punk yelped in pain.

"Kid, you pissed off the wrong cop tonight. I missed a hell of a hummer from my wife because of your shit; you're going to pay for that. If I were you, I wouldn't even think of blinking without my say so. You are in a shit storm of trouble asshole! I hope your daddy has a good lawyer, because you are going to need it, dumbass!" Forest nearly spit on the kid. Why were teenagers so dumb? Again Forest thought about the IQ test.

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Augustus Hamilton was livid. Not at his daughter's condition, he could care less about her. Hell, he had set her up to get raped in the first place. No, Augustus was pissed because yet another of his schemes had failed. This was becoming exceptionally annoying to Augustus; he hated not getting what he wanted in life. And what he wanted was Terrance Michelson at his mercy. He was almost certain the plan would have succeeded; pure dumb luck the little bastard had to park next to a fucking cop. What are the odds of that? Oh well, Augustus didn't get to where he was because he was a quitter; he would just dust himself off and try again. So what if the little shit went to prison; nothing would ever be connected to him. It would look like the crazy ramblings of a teenager rapist if Troy tried to say anything. Augustus was confident he could stone wall any investigation. And Augustus would have his day in the sun; he would eventually get that slippery bastard and Michelson Manufacturing would be his. It was so close he could practically taste the victory! But for now he had to play the part of a concerned father. Gods! How he hated acting!

He walked into the local police precinct hoping that the policeman at the reception desk did not notice just how pissed off he really was. Augustus stood patiently as he waited for the officer to notice him. Finally after a few seconds of being ignored (another thing Augustus loathed), he cleared his throat to get the officer's attention. The young officer finally put down the science fiction novel he was reading and looked at Augustus like he was eternally bored.

"Yes Sir? May I help you?" the young officer asked with a mixture of boredom and exhaustion. It was nearing the end of his shift and he was anxious to go home. He hoped his young wife was up for some early morning sex.

"Yes. My name is Augustus Hamilton. I'm here to see my daughter Jessica. She is being held as a witness; she was a victim tonight of attempted rape. I'm very worried about her," Augustus said half-heartedly. He never was good at showing sincerity.

The officer picked up an office phone with a yawn and dialed an internal number.

"Detective Preston? Augustus Hamilton has arrived...yes....yes, sir," the young officer said.

"Detective Preston will see you now. Follow the hall down to the intersection and take a right. It is the second door on your left, sir," the officer said picking up where he left off in his novel.

Augustus followed the vague directions of the officer and soon found himself in front of a door that read 'Detective Simon Preston'. Augustus entered the office without knocking. He was never one to ask for permission. A portly man of fifty stood to greet Hamilton. The man had obviously seen too many years of doughnuts and fast food. Augustus doubted the man had ever seen or could even spell the word 'Gym'. Even sitting there in the air conditioning, the little pig was sweating profusely. Augustus felt he could be infected by even being near the little swine.

"Welcome Mr. Hamilton. I'm Simon Preston. I'm in charge of your daughter's case. Would you care for some coffee?" Preston said this as he pointed to a small coffee maker with a glass coffee pot. Hamilton looked at the coffee with disgust. He doubted the man had ever seen real coffee either. Hamilton was a man of refined tastes; he did not drink Folgers. If it wasn't Blue Hawaiian, it wasn't worth drinking.

"No thank you," Augustus said through gritted teeth. This man was making this difficult with the pleasantries. He wanted to collect his bitch daughter and get the hell out of this disgusting place. It reeked of stale coffee and other odors Augustus chose not to identify.

"Where is my daughter, Mr. Preston?" Augustus asked. His already frayed patience was closing upon the breaking point.

"She is currently in the interrogation room speaking with the arresting officer. Young Mr. Walcott is one of this precinct's finest officers; it was most fortunate that he was in the right place at the right time before your daughter was actually raped. He and his wife were next to the vehicle that held your daughter and the offender....a Troy Michelson," Simon spoke slowly, careful to pronounce each word with clarity.

Augustus was to the point of reaching across the desk and strangling the man; officer of the law be damned. He was above the law. Why he could buy and sell this little cocksucker a million times over...

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Jessica was brought back to the present by a gentle shaking and a voice that came to her from a great distance. She didn't want to think about that night again but seeing that little girl and hearing the name Michelson brought back all these old and ugly memories. Of course, they weren't that old; they were less than six months. But Jessica learned that night that her father had set it up so that she would get raped and impregnated; he had sold his only daughter's body to a seventeen year old boy so he could destroy a business rival. Jessica never felt like a bigger whore in her life. Even though she was the victim, she still felt so fucking dirty just thinking about it.

Nothing ever came of the rape charges. Despite both the officer that saved her and the detective leading the case willing to give testimony; her father saw to it that it was effectively buried. They had taken blood and found traces of GHB in her system; they had caught the bastard red handed and still nothing came of it. Despite all the physical evidence, witnesses, after everything that would have ensured at least some kind of conviction, her father made it go away. Her father had said it was to protect her and the family name. That was utter bullshit! He wanted to protect himself; he didn't want the world to know that he traded his daughter's innocence for a fucking business deal! She didn't feel vindicated, she felt cheated. She wanted Troy to suffer and she wanted her father to suffer even more. But nothing she did mattered. The man always seemed to come out on top. Jessica knew her father must have made a pact with devil, because he seemed to be able to swim through rancid shit and come out of it smelling like fucking roses.

This event had solidified one nagging thing in Jessica's heart. Despite all of the neglect and the physical abuse, despite being used as a pawn in her father's business ventures, she had always held a glimmer of recognition that Augustus Hamilton was still her father. He was still a man willing to protect her because she was still his daughter. After that night she never thought of Augustus Hamilton as her father again; her father was dead to her. He was father to her in name only. All that remained was a monster masquerading as man she thought would protect her. What a fucking joke! Her father was dead; her mother was dead. All she had left to her name was a bunch of expensive shit that meant little to her and 'friends' that didn't give a shit about her. Jessica would have cried about it if she thought it would do any damn good. But no one cared about her. For the past four months that is all she thought about and it had jaded her until she felt dead inside. It was the first time in her life when Jessica felt truly helpless and alone. Was there no one that honestly cared about her?

The only retribution for her attack came from Troy's father Terrance. Despite no charges ever being filed, Troy's father refused to believe his son's innocence. He had spoken to the detective and the officer who made the arrest, he had seen the official police report with its damning physical evidence; his son had done something so repulsive, so reprehensible, Terrance could not even bring himself to look at his son for days. Despite Troy's continued pleas of innocence Terrance had little recourse. If Troy wouldn't man up to what he had done, his father would do it for him. Troy was about to get a harsh dose of reality.

Troy was effectively removed from the CHHS roster the very next day. He would not attend his senior year and lead the Miner's to yet another state victory. He would not receive that scholarship promised to him and attend UCLA. His fantasies of having an NFL career vanished in an instant. He also would not have his father's considerable fortune at his disposal to make a further ass of himself. And he was no longer the heir apparent to his father's vast industrial empire. No, that honor would be bestowed on Troy's younger brother Thomas. Troy would be going to a military boarding school on the east coast where he would finish his senior year. By the Gods if Troy would not take responsibility for his actions, Terrance would have it whipped into him. Maybe a year in military school and then a few years in the Marines would get his head out of his ass and back on his shoulders where it belongs. Effectively Troy Michelson's status as son of Terrance Michelson was revoked for the foreseeable future. He was a son in name only.