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If you've read to the end, thank you very much!\nI hope you enjoyed it.\nAnd I really do appreciate every comment I get, and I would love to read your thoughts about this story! They are so much important to me!)","description_bbcode_parsed":"This is another wacky vore story I wrote during the blackout. If you've read to the end, thank you very much!
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And I really do appreciate every comment I get, and I would love to read your thoughts about this story! They are so much important to me!)","writing":"This story contains dark content and violence, such as fatal vore.\n\n\n~DANGER IN EACH PASSING STRANGER~\n\n\nIt was a bright and wintry sunny day. It was Tuesday, December 27, 1870. The streets of Enfield were gently lined with white snow, which glistened very beautifully in the sunlight. Only the day before yesterday the merry citizens of the town were celebrating Christmas. The streets still smelled of cinnamon cakes and all sorts of food. The little beastly children frolicked merrily in the snow-covered streets of Enfield. They went sledding, riding down the winding streets. Some played snowballs and some even went for a ride, catching the back of the carriage and sliding their feet over the frozen puddles. It was a very nice day in Enfield, but it was true that there was one thing that completely interrupted the festive and cheerful mood of the townspeople. Almost every street had flyers on it that said \"MISSING CHILD\" or simply \"MISSING\". This strange and terrifying disappearance really frightened citizens, and especially mothers who were very worried about their children, as they still had their whole lives ahead of them. The countless searches for the missing townsfolk led to nothing. Nor had the search for the kidnapper yielded any results. The police simply threw up their hands when the weeping and very upset residents came to the police station begging them to find and execute the killer, because they had no idea what he or she looked like at all. So a curfew had to be imposed, but it didn't help much either, as almost two or three times a week someone went missing.\nThey also tried to contact a detective agency in central London, but after three months of patrolling the hail of nights, there were no results either. Whoever was abducting the residents was simply invisible and could not be caught, either by the police or the detectives. This made Enfield look like a normal living town during the day, but when the sun went down over the horizon and the gas lamps on the main streets and pavements came on, Enfield was transformed into a ghost town. There was not a soul on the streets. The residents were so afraid that they even closed the window shutters so that they could not be seen even from the street.\nBut Enfield wasn't always like this. This whole nightmare of missing townspeople began in 1866. The police also took notice and started checking all the documents of Enfield townspeople who had moved from other parts of Britain to Enfield in 1866. But all the checks came to nothing, as even the few individuals who had come to Enfield in 1866 had also disappeared, so the suspicion of that date was lost. But that's how some nine dozen townspeople have gone missing in Enfield in the last four years. The police even searched for possible corpses of the victims, but didn't even find them...\nBut after four years of not living peacefully in Enfield, the townspeople somehow got used to it and came to terms with the fact. They just tried to enjoy life no matter what.\nSo it was a bright day, little children playing in the streets, schoolchildren sitting at wooden desks in cold schools where they were bullied by teachers in every way, and adults working. Here were two young dogs called Werther and Siegfried at work. They both worked in the post office as typists. From morning until noon they tapped the typewriter keys almost incessantly. While Werther typed something very quickly, Siegfried moved the typewriter's carriage, which was accompanied by a loud chiming of a bell. Conversely, while Siegfried was typing a new line, Werther would move the carriage with the ringing of a bell. So they worked in sync for most of the day, only occasionally taking a break from their shared office. What can I say, they had been very good friends since their school days. Siegfried always helped Werther with his calculations and maths, and Werther helped Siegfried with literature and music. They played the piano together, though even though Werther was the musician, Siegfried still played much better than his best friend, which made Werther upset sometimes, but he was never angry with Siegfried. There was one more thing that made their friendship even stronger - they were both from very poor families. When Werther was 10 years old, he went to work as a newspaper clerk at Enfield's train station, while Siegfried worked as a caretaker in the local pharmacy. Then, after leaving school, they agreed that they would always help each other out in difficult situations. They were such good friends that they even went to the same job. They worked as typists at Enfield's main post office, as mentioned, where they typed up delivery addresses and helped the head accountant.\n\nSo Siegfried and Werther slowly finished their work at the printing presses, but they also knew that it would be dangerous for them to sit up all night, as they lived in different parts of the city and it was a long walk, and they had no money for cabs. So they walked home, crossing different alleys.\n \"Hey, Werther, wait! Where are you going already?\" shouted Siegfried to Werther, who was already putting on his coat.\n \"Where to, home, of course! Look out the window, it's starting to get dark, and I'm a bit scared to go home myself in the dark,\" replied Werther. And yes, there was one small problem; Werther lived closer to the outskirts of town, while Siegfried lived in the downtown.\n \"All right, see you tomorrow then!\" shouted Werther, already dressed and standing on the doorstep, in his wake.\n \"Till tomorrow, Werther.\" replied Siegfried. He looked up from under his glasses and glanced at the departing Werther.\n \"Siegfried, don't sit still for too long, get ready too,\" Werther said on his way out.\n \"I know, I'll be leaving in five minutes,\" Siegfried replied quietly.\n \"Good luck!\" shouted Werther one last time and closed the door behind him. Siegfried was the only one left in the office. He sat quietly, looking at the clock, which showed exactly half past six in the evening. It was the clock that broke the deadly silence in the office with its loud ticking of the poorly lubricated clockwork and the swinging of the heavy brass pendulum.\nAt this time Werther was already walking down the street. He walked at a brisk pace and his eyes were directed downwards. He walked all alone, only occasionally encountering passers-by who were also walking home after a day's work. The gas lamps in the streets of Enfield were beginning to light up and there were fewer and fewer people to be seen. From the office where Werther and his mate Siegfried worked, it was about an hour by carriage, or in Werther's case, two and a half hours on foot, to Werther's home. Werther quickened his pace. He already had plans for how to spend the evening. He wanted, when he got home, to light a small fireplace, boil coffee and milk on it in an old brass coffee pot and make oatmeal. Then he planned to heat a gallon of water and take a bath, and then go to bed, for he had to be awakened at half-past six in the morning in order to be on time for work.\nWerther, walking briskly through the empty streets, imagined it all, and he really wanted to get to his small, warm and cosy house as soon as possible, because it was a blizzard outside and worse still, a snowstorm had begun. Werther did not want to be caught in a snowstorm, so he began to run a little way through the empty but well-lit streets.\nSo Werther ran for about ten minutes and got a little tired. He decided to walk at a normal pace, as he felt safer in the narrow lanes between the cold and grey houses.\nHe started walking quietly, while breathing deeply after a ten-minute jog. He really walked very quietly, for he was already all alone in the street. So he walked carefully and smoothly, measuring each step he took. He walked quietly for about half an hour and then he heard a low noise behind him, like footsteps. Werther quickly turned around, and his heart was beginning to speed up. But to Werther's surprise, there was no one behind him. The dim gas lamps were still shining and the wind was blowing softly in the snow.\n \"It was an imagination...\", thought Werther, and continued on his way home. He walked like that for a few minutes before he heard some rustling sounds behind him, which sounded like footsteps. But this time it was as if they were closer to Werther. Werther turned back frightened and very quickly.\n \"W-who's there?! Quickly show yourself!\", shouted Werther irritably and very frightened, into the empty street where only he stood alone. There was obviously no answer to Werther's question.\n \"My God, if this is somebody's bad joke, may that joker be damned three times!\", muttered the frightened Werther angrily, and continued walking home, he began to quicken his pace again. Already with a very nervous and quick step Werther went down the winding and quite empty street. To Werther's surprise he heard no more such noises behind him.\nIn the meantime, the sun had almost disappeared over the horizon and the sky was beginning to darken. It was a cold and dark late December evening. The sky had turned a bloody colour on the sunset side, only the sky was grey and dark blue on the east side of Enfield. The birds were no longer singing and the bare trees were quietly rustling their dry branches rubbing against each other in the cold wind. The weather was very overcast, not even stars could be seen, only the dim moonlight gently illuminated the snow-covered Enfield from above.\nWerther continued to walk briskly through the empty streets, he felt calm, as there was no one following him from behind and it was all quiet and peaceful in front too, especially since it was only a short walk to Werther's house, turn right, walk three blocks and there he was. The curfew was still twenty minutes away, but there was not a soul on the street, only Werther returning home from work.\n \"Hmm, Siegfried must have been sitting at home, warming himself by the fireplace and resting,\" thought Werther.\nBut then suddenly Werther stopped, his breathing quickened and his heart went to his heels; the long alley that led to his house was completely dark. Somehow, on this particular damned evening, the gas had not reached the lanterns that were supposed to illuminate this alley. Werther took a gulp and began to curse quietly at those who had supplied gas to the lanterns on that cold and dark evening. Werther had to walk all the way down this long and dark alley and then three more blocks, which must be similarly unlit. Werther hesitated and turned back for some reason. There was no one behind him, only a small fog stretched across the alley and the lanterns burning in the distance were right in the distance.\n \"Bloody hell!\", muttered Werther with anger and a sense of powerlessness at the situation.\n \"It will take about seven minutes to walk across the alley,\" pondered Werther as he stood in complete darkness. Then a crazy idea popped into his head;\n \"What if I run down this alley quickly?\" he thought, smiling. He didn't think much about it, but looked around once more to make sure no one was behind him.\nAnd then Werther was carried off, running so fast through the dark alley that even the snow fell off him and stuck to his woollen coat and scarf. Werther was already running towards the end of the alley in joy, and lucky for him, there were lanterns burning on those remaining blocks. But suddenly, Werther noticed a huge puddle frozen within ten inches of him, Werther couldn't slow down and slipped, and so much so that he almost did a backflip. He fell heavily on his right thigh and pulled his right leg.\n \"Ouch-ouch! Damn!\" shouted Werther, lying on the muddy ice.\n \"Bloody hell! My leg!\", from the pain and realisation that he would have to crawl home screamed Werther.\n \"My God, what bad luck is on me today?\" he added just as vehemently. For now Werther was all alone in the streets, lying on the muddy ice with a sprained leg and a sore hip. Werther was about to weep with frustration, for now he had no idea how he was going to get home, he couldn't even stand up on his feet. Then anger and a feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him;\n \"Damn this day!\", shouted Werther angrily and very loudly, in a way that made his throat ache.\nIn the meantime, the curfew was seconds away. And then, in Enfield's main square, there was a loud chiming of the clock.\n \"That's it, curfew. Well done!\", muttered Werther frustratedly as he continued to sit on the ice. His tail was beginning to freeze, and Werther stopped feeling it. Werther began to crawl slowly to the edge of the frozen puddle, and his leg began to hurt more and more. With these slow and careful movements, Werther wanted to crawl to the nearest bench. He was no longer thinking how he would get home, now he had to find a place to stay for the night. Werther crawled slowly to the nearest bench so that he could sit on it and try to straighten his sprained joint and massage his aching leg. He crawled to the wooden bench with sharp cast-iron inserts and handrails. He caught hold of one of the handrails and climbed carefully onto the snow-covered bench.\n \"Oh my God, it worked.\", sighing deeply and breathing quickly to himself, Werther said. He gently and slowly lifted his right pant leg and in the near total darkness began to fumble for the dislocation.\n \"Ouch! Shit!\", shouted Werther in hellish pain as he touched an inconspicuous bulge on his right leg.\n \"What to do?! What to do?!\", starting to panic Werther said. He rolled his pant leg back up and leaned against the cold back of the bench. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. The sky was already dark grey and fog was beginning to appear in the streets and the alley where Werther was sitting.\nWerther continued to sit in complete darkness, on the cold bench for about a quarter of an hour now, and the fog was beginning to envelop everything around. Now Werther could not see the lights of the gas lamps that stood far away in the winding streets. There was practically nothing to be seen now because of the fog. Werther calmed down a little. He gently stroked his right knee to warm the injured leg a little. His breathing slowed and thoughts began to drift out of his head. Werther began to drift off to sleep, his eyes slowly beginning to close. He wrapped himself in his warm winter coat and fell asleep.\nMeanwhile his mate, colleague and simply best friend Siegfried had been asleep in his soft and warm bed for some time. Probably watching some good dream. And the fog was already building up in the streets, it was impossible even to look two feet ahead. Werther, too, was already sleeping quietly in that dark alley, on the cold and hard bench, all alone, only wrapped up in the thick fog. Werther had been asleep for about three hours, but then something disturbed his sleep. Werther slowly opened his eyes and when he started to see he was still sitting on the bench, all alone, but luckily the fog was not so thick anymore, it gently stretched down below, at the base of the trees and Werther's feet. But something was bothering Werther, for he woke up in the middle of the night. Werther began to turn his head and his right leg still ached unceasingly. He looked to his left, then to his right, and then he turned back, but there was no one there. Werther thought he must be imagining things and wanted to go back to sleep, but then at the last second, he noticed something dark ahead of him. It was also sitting on a bench, which was across a relatively wide road, parallel to the bench where Werther was.\nHe looked closely into that dark silhouette and rubbed his eyes.\n \"I can't believe I'm seeing things,\" thought Werther, rubbing his tired eyes. But then Werther's heart trembled, for the dark figure had not gone anywhere. Then Werther's breathing quickened and a slight panic set in as the dark figure moved slightly, as if it had straddled, and then froze. Werther began to realise that it was not a hallucination and he was not imagining things. His heart began to race even harder with the fear of the unknown, for it was difficult to see anything because of the fog, even from the unthickness. Werther continued to stare, hardly blinking, at this dark silhouette that sat on a bench across the alley. But then Werther began to panic a little, for he could not even stand on his feet, but then abruptly Werther's insides buckled and a cold sweat ran down his back, which already had a large bruise on it, for whoever was sitting there suddenly spoke;\n \"Good evening, sir!\" came a beautiful female voice from across the alley. But Werther couldn't even believe it, for he had thought to the last that he was just dreaming, and it was all in his mind.\n \"W-who's there!\", shouted Werther nervously into the darkness. But the answer Werther wanted to hear was not there, instead Werther heard a low howl or a faint growl.\n \"I thought gentlemen were supposed to greet ladies as well!\" came a more serious and a bit angry voice this time.\n \"W-what?! Am I imagining you by any chance?!\", shouted Werther nervously again to that dark figure.\n \"I can come over and pinch you to make sure, if you like?\" replied the creature, who was sitting on a bench. Werther started to panic, he didn't know what to answer, for he was very frightened because he was sitting alone in a dark and foggy alley, in the middle of the night, with an injured right leg and bruised back, and yet some grim creature was offering to pinch him. But it was too late, for Werther never answered whoever was sitting there. The creature began to get up slowly from the bench.\n \"My God! What is that?!\", whispered Werther very nervously, as the creature stood to its full height. It was as tall as a lamppost, maybe even a little taller. And then suddenly the creature's eyes became visible; two wide, bright yellow dots the size of very large apples. They stared directly at Werther, who was beginning to tremble with fear. Then Werther huddled into the back of the bench and hushed in anticipation of something bad happening as the creature began to walk slowly towards Werther.\nIt was walking slowly, as if not letting itself be seen, but Werther was still trying to see something, as the creature was huge. And then a few feet away from Werther the mist began to disperse, and a massive body, either a very large dog or a very large she-wolf, began to be seen in front of him.\n \"Who are you anyway!\", shouted Werther in panic to whoever was standing in front of him.\n \"My name is Geraldine\", the creature replied in a polite and very pleasant female voice.\n \"What are you doing here anyway!\", just as frightenedly asked Werther.\n \"That's what I wanted to hear from you too. But first, introduce yourself\", the creature replied in a voice that was no longer as pleasant.\n \"I am Werther.\", he answered frightenedly. And then the creature emerged completely from the misty haze, revealing its wide toothy smile. It was a huge black and grey she-wolf.\n \"Now answer me, Werther, what are you doing here?\" queried Geraldine. Werther hesitated and began to rub his right foot.\n \"It's a long story...\", Werther answered her sadly. Geraldine frowned and leaned closer to Werther.\n \"What's the story?\", Geraldine asked sternly and insistently again, and Werther sighed.\n \"I was on my way home from work, but it got dark much earlier than usual today, and when I reached this alley, there were no lights on, so I decided to run quickly through this dark stretch, but I slipped on a frozen puddle and fell painfully and seemed to dislocate my right leg badly, and I did not know what to do as I could not walk home myself. So I decided to wait here until morning.\", Werther told me thoughtfully with a lost look.\n \"Wow, are you still in pain?\" asked Geraldine nonchalantly.\n \"Unfortunately, yes.\", Werther answered her frustratedly. Geraldine seemed hesitant.\n \"Where do you even live, maybe I can help you?\" asked Geraldine, and Werther's mood began to lift.\n \"I don't live very far from here, about ten minutes' walk from here.\" Werther replied cheerfully.\n \"Understood, then you will tell me where to go!\", said Geraldine smiling. Then she reached out her mighty paws to Werther and gently took him in her arms.\n \"Well, doesn't it hurt?\", Geraldine asked, and Werther fidgeted a little in her arms.\n \"Seems fine,\" Werther answered her.\n \"Well then lead the way,\" said Geraldine smiling and Werther began to show where to go.\n \"First you have to go right and then straight ahead and right again down Green St.,\" said Werther, and Geraldine listened to him carefully and walked on, holding Werther gently in her arms.\n \"There's a little beige house with a wooden roof at the very end of the street, that's where I live on the first floor. The house is number 284.\", added Werther, and Geraldine looked at him and smiled even wider, but Werther didn't notice that, he was looking where Geraldine was taking him.\nSo they walked for about five more minutes. Werther told them where to go, and Geraldine listened to his voice. So they even came to an area where the gas lamps were well lit and Werther had a much better view of Geraldine's shoulders and head; a huge head with wool on the sides and at her large and pointed ears, a strange bow that was tied tightly around her neck and a dark green fringed coat that barely fit over her chest. Likewise Werther looked at her yellow and sharp fangs, which in some places protruded crookedly from her huge, deadly mouth, and then Werther quickly glanced into her huge eyes; huge yellow orbs, slightly larger than an apple, in which narrow black pupils could be seen. Werther hesitated a little as he was now a little scared. But then the silence was interrupted by Geraldine;\n \"Listen, Werther, do you have a first-aid kit or something to cure your leg at home?\" asked Geraldine slyly, looking at Werther.\n \"Shit! I don't think so.\", Werther answered her in a panic.\n \"What shall we do then?\" added Werther in the same way.\n \"Look, I think I have some bandages and lavender ointment and some other medicinal herbs at home. And a jar of leeches, too.\" said Geraldine. Werther fidgeted in her arms.\n \"Why don't you spend the night at my place and I'll try to heal your leg and get you cleaned up?\", Geraldine suggested, and Werther began to look at her growing toothy smile.\n \"I don't live far either, by the way. All we have to do is cross the bridge and walk towards the forest,\" said Geraldine cheerfully.\n \"Across the bridge? You don't live in the city, do you?\" hesitated Werther.\n \"Well almost!\" said Geraldine with a laugh.\n \"All right, let's go,\" said Werther, and Geraldine immediately turned the other way and they headed towards Enfield's main gate, which led to the exit from the town. And Werther watched as he moved further away from his home. Now they were walking in a completely different direction.\n \"Geraldine, I seem to have forgotten to thank you, for your help and kindness!\" said Werther shyly.\n \"Ah, it's alright Werther, I love to help!\", Geraldine replied in a very kind and affectionate voice, and Werther finally calmed down, although he remembered that he wanted to ask her one more question, which he had wanted to ask Geraldine when he met her in that dark alley, but unfortunately he forgot what he wanted to ask. But he did not really care as he was now in the arms of a large, kind and very warm she-wolf. Werther was silent and listened quietly to Geraldine's heavy breathing and the pounding of her weighty heart.\nIn the meantime they had already left the main gate of the city, crossed the small wooden bridge and were on their way towards the forest. The gas lanterns and smoky chimneys of Enfid could barely be seen in the distance, and in the meantime the sky was beginning to turn a bloody colour. The snow lay gently on the cold ground, reflecting the faint light from the full moon.\n \"Well, look, we're almost there!\" said Geraldine cheerfully and looked up at the small hill with the clearing, which was surrounded by a thick forest, and below, beyond the clearing, there was a faint glimpse of an old and abandoned building, more like a forester's cottage or something like that. Werther noticed it too and took a closer look.\nWhen Geraldine and Werther approached the house, it did not seem so small, but on the contrary, it was very large. It was hard to see the house in the thick forest, especially since the view was drawn to the beautiful snowfield, and Geraldine's house did not stand out against the old grey forest.\nGeraldine, meanwhile, opened the massive oak door and a cold breath wafted from the house, and Werther smelled something strange, very much like something long forgotten or rotten, but he paid no attention to it, for Geraldine's mouth reeked much the same.\n \"So how do you like my house?\", Geraldine asked with a laugh, as she saw Werther's not-so-satisfied face.\n \"Nice house, cosy, but kind of cold,\" Werther replied to her.\n \"I'm going to light the fireplace and candles now, so it will soon be very warm,\" Geraldine replied and put Werther on the soft armchair in the hallway. Werther began to shiver a little from the cold as the warmth from Geraldine's body and her soft brindle wool no longer warmed the frozen Werther. Geraldine looked at the shivering Werther and smiled a little and put some dry wood in the old stone fireplace, the walls of which were all sooty and grimy. Then she took out a huge vase of paraffin and poured this wood, and then she held up a small candle that stood over the fireplace and a fire broke out in the hearth of the fireplace. And almost immediately Werther felt the warmth and stopped shivering. Geraldine lit some candles that were in candlesticks on the walls and now Werther could finally see the whole interior of Geraldine's house.\nEverything was beautifully tidied up and tidy, everything was in its place. The ceiling and the corners of the walls were paved with red oak, and at the end of the long corridor was a beautiful staircase to the first floor, on which was a beautiful red carpet. The colour of the carpet was so naturally red that Werther wondered what material this beautiful carpet was woven from.\n \"So, is it warmer now?\" asked Geraldine cheerfully, and Werther waved her head.\n \"Great, how's your leg? Does it still hurt?\", Geraldine also asked.\n \"A little.\", said Werther and tried to move his leg, but immediately he started squirming in pain.\n \"God, let me help you!\" said Geraldine excitedly and ran over to Werther. She gently rolled up his right pant leg and held a candle up to get a better look at the bruised area.\n \"So how bad is it out there?\", Werther asked frustratedly, and Geraldine looked at him, then shifted her gaze again to Werther's already turning blue leg.\n \"Are you in pain now?\", Geraldine asked and gently pressed her shin and kneecap.\n \"Ouch-ouch! Yes, it hurts!\", shouted Werther in great pain.\n \"I see, I'm certainly no healer, but I bruised my leg once too, and I know how to heal you!\" said Geraldine smiling, and Werther felt much better after her words.\n \"Do you mind if I take you to my bed? I can treat you better there than in this dusty armchair.\", Geraldine asked, and Werther smiled. Geraldine smiled even wider back at him too and gently took him in her arms. She, gently holding Werther on her powerful wolf paws, carried him to her first floor. As Geraldine climbed the elegant red oak paved stairs, Werther looked at the first floor of the house. There was a long corridor on the first floor, and at the end of the corridor was a beautiful door. But then Werther turned his attention to another door, which was the same colour as the wallpaper. This door was locked with a massive lock that clutched a cast-iron chain. Werther was a little surprised. There was a beautiful chandelier with candles on the ceiling, on which lay layers of dust and cobwebs.\n \"Apparently Geraldine doesn't light them,\" thought Werther, but Geraldine meanwhile opened the door to her room and Werther saw a very beautiful interior.\nRed wallpaper with beautiful flower patterns, brass candlesticks that hung on the wall, and on the left was an old stained glass window that overlooked a beautiful clearing, and on the right was an ordinary glazed window that overlooked the forest and a beautiful bright moon. And at the end of the room was a huge wooden bed, with green carpet curtains hanging over it. Geraldine carefully laid Werther down on the soft bed and looked at him.\n \"That's it. I'll go down and get some ointment and bandages,\" said Geraldine and left the room. In the distance one could hear the creaking of stairs and wooden floorboards. Werther, meanwhile, had removed his trousers and robe. Now he sat simply in a lace shirt and silk underpants. He looked at the ajar door, behind which heavy footsteps and the creaking of the wooden floorboards could be heard again. Just then Geraldine entered the room.\n \"Oh, I see you've already undressed. Well done!\" said Geraldine smiling. She walked over to Werther and placed a silk bandage beside him and opened a jar of healing herbal ointment.\n \"I'm going to smear it on your leg and try to massage it, and then I'll put a bandage on it,\" said Geraldine, and Werther listened to her carefully. Geraldine began to very gently smear this pleasant smelling substance on Werther's leg, and then gently and very pleasantly she began to massage the injured shin. Geraldine did this very pleasantly and Werther felt almost no pain from her touch. Geraldine began to smile and Werther turned his attention to it.\n \"Geraldine, can I ask you a question?\" said Werther, sitting on the edge of the bed. Geraldine shifted her gaze from her foot to Werther's mouth.\n \"Go ahead.\" replied Geraldine defiantly, not so gently massaging the leg anymore, but even squeezing it a little in her clutches as if in a vise of steel. Werther cringed in pain.\n \"Ouch! It hurts!\" cried Werther softly, and Geraldine shifted her gaze again from Werther's mouth to his tired eyes.\n \"Oh, I'm sorry,\" said Geraldine.\n \"So what did you want to ask?\" she asked Werther.\n \"I was wondering, if it doesn't embarrass you, why are you smiling all the time?\", asked Werther, and Geraldine immediately laughed.\n \"Smiling faces always find a welcome! That's why everyone should learn to smile.\", Geraldine replied with a laugh.\n \"Ha-ha, I get it!\", Werther also replied smiling at her. Geraldine, meanwhile, had finished rubbing the ointment and massaging Werther's leg.\n \"Werther, could you pass me that bandage?\" asked Geraldine.\n \"Yes, of course!\", Werther held out her hand, in which he held a huge gauze bandage. Geraldine carefully but very tightly wrapped this bandage around Werther's shin and fastened it high on his thigh.\n \"That's it, it's done. The pain should go away in the morning,\" said Geraldine and yawned.\n \"Thank you very much!\" an already happy Werther told her.\n \"It's all right, I like to help those who need help, especially lads like you Werther, because you're not like the others.\", Geraldine replied to him, and Werther looked at her in bewilderment and some slight fear of something bad, something unspoken.\n \"Now, let's go to sleep. I can see you're no longer up to mischief here with me, so let's just sleep.\", Geraldine said with a yawn and started to put out the candles.\n \"What do you mean, to mischief here with you?\" asked Werther in bewilderment. Geraldine looked at him and laughed again.\n \"Werther, I bet you're not married,\" said Geraldine slyly.\n \"Yes, I'm not married. Why are you asking?\", Werther asked again in bewilderment.\n \"It's nothing. Werther, stop talking and go to bed quickly!\" said Geraldine a little angrily, and Werther listened to her right away, for he did not want to anger such a huge and must be damn strong lady. He lay down under the warm duvet and rested his tired head on the soft pillow without taking off his robe.\n\nOutside the window, meanwhile, the moon had disappeared behind the dark clouds of the night sky. Not a single star was visible, not even the snow seemed so bright and white, and the forest was shrouded in mist. There was a dead silence, with only the occasional murmur of the tree branches.\n\nGeraldine, meanwhile, extinguished all the candles and filled the fireplace. White steam and smoke from the burnt wood began to come out of the chimney of Geraldine's house. She went up to her room where Werther was almost asleep and lit one small candle and put it on the bedside dresser. She climbed onto her bed and Werther awoke to such a massive object appearing at his back. Geraldine, too, wrapped herself in a warm plaid and rested her huge head on the pillow. Her head lay almost touching Werther's head.\n \"Good night, Werther,\" Geraldine said, yawning towards Werther, and Werther smelled a very unpleasant stench from Geraldine's mouth.\n \"Good night to you too,\" Werther faintly answered her. Geraldine turned towards Werther and breathed heavily into the back of his head, and Werther could not sleep now.\n \"Geraldine, are you asleep yet?\" broke the tactful breathing and silence with a sound from Werther.\n \"Not yet, what do you want?\" replied Geraldine in a husky voice, and Werther remembered what he had wanted to ask all along.\n \"Geraldine, what were you doing there on that bench in that dark alley? It was curfew, wasn't it?\", Werther asked yawning, and Geraldine started stroking Werther's head.\n \"Oh, nothing much. I was just looking for something to eat, or rather, who.\" said Geraldine in a lower voice, and Werther suddenly laughed.\n \"Ha-ha, funny joke! But seriously, what were you doing there?\", said Werther laughing, and Geraldine slowly began to move her wolf paw from Werther's furry head to his neck. Suddenly Geraldine began to squeeze Werther's larynx slightly between two fingers.\n \"To your great regret, I'm not kidding.\" Geraldine said slowly, and Werther began to panic a little as Geraldine was already choking him.\n \"And I think I've already found someone to eat.\", Geraldine said slyly and very horrifyingly, and Werther was really starting to panic, for it seems he finally realised who had followed him home that day, for somehow Geraldine had found him in that dark alley.\n \"Ouch! Stop it! I can't breathe!\", Werther barely squeezed out, catching hold of Geraldine's paw with both of his hands.\n \"No way! I've waited too long to gain your trust! But you can scream, because you're going to be in a lot of pain now. No one will hear you in this wilderness anyway!\" said Geraldine very fearfully and loudly, and Werther shed a little tear.\n \"My God, why are you doing this?!\" muttered Werther breathlessly, and Geraldine had already sat down on the bed and lifted Werther up by his neck.\n \"Because I like inflicting misery and pain on helpless and nasty bastards like you and everyone else!\", shouted Geraldine angrily, and Werther went pale with fear, and his body seemed to be wadded and weightless.\n \"And also, of course, because you're all very tasty!\" Geraldine said in a calmer tone.\n \"My God, what have I done to you?!\", Werther barely squeezed out his last question.\n \"Nothing. You're just very kind and you look delicious, and I love those! Yours meat is very soft and tasty.\", said Geraldine calmly, and Werther couldn't even believe what was happening to him, it seemed to him an unreal absurdity or even just a bad dream, but so damn real.\n \"Get ready Werther, you're going to be in a lot of pain. I like your juicy thigh on your left leg.\", licking her huge black lips with her tongue said Geraldine. Werther closed his eyes in anticipation of something bad, and then he smelled the disgusting smell of something rotten and long forgotten. Werther opened his eyes and saw Geraldine's jaw slowly opening. Both small and very large sharp teeth were visible inside her mouth. The stench was horrible, as if the compost pit had not been cleaned for years. But then something inside Werther didn't want to just give up and die, as soon as Geraldine's huge snout was already near Werther's left leg, he quickly bent it and hit Geraldine hard in the nose with his knee. She suddenly unclenched her paw and Werther collapsed on the bed and started breathing heavily and coughing. Geraldine howled in pain.\n \"You little scum! I'll tear you up and eat you!\" yelled Geraldine furiously, and Werther had already caught his breath and saw Geraldine pulling her paws towards Werther who was sitting on the bed, but he was not confused and immediately bit her on the finger. Geraldine squealed and Werther seized the moment and jumped on Geraldine's chest and already hit her in the nose with his fist with all his might. Geraldine suddenly fell to the floor and Werther almost hit her open mouth.\n \"Well, you beast, you can't have me, can you?!\", the words came out of Werther's mouth casually, and Geraldine was still lying on the floor, whimpering, holding her nose. Werther suddenly came to his senses and dashed up the stairs to the ground floor to get away from this house, but his right foot still hurt and it hurt to step on it, but Werther didn't care about that pain anymore, he wanted to live. Running out of Geraldine's room and down the long corridor he noticed again a strange door at the opposite end of the corridor. For some reason Werther decided to look behind the door of this mysterious room instead of running away from Geraldine's house. He quietly tiptoed to the door, but there was a rusty lock on its handle, which he had not noticed in the darkness.\n \"Fuck it!\", muttered Werther angrily, and backtracked towards the stairs, but he unfortunately noticed Geraldine crawling out of the door at the end of the corridor, growling loudly. Suddenly Werther's heart gave a twinge and a cold sweat ran down his back. He immediately dashed toward the stairwell and didn't even step on the steps, he simply rolled down the stairs and fell painfully onto the wooden floor of the ground floor. He crawled to the front door without getting to his feet. Werther, holding the massive wooden handle of the front door, carefully got to his feet, but his right leg was still hurting, but he didn't give up. But then Werther heard a loud creaking of the steps. He grabbed a paraffin lamp and with all his might opened the door and ran out into the street. It was pitch black and foggy, but Werther did not hesitate to run towards the forest. He ran out of Geraldine's house in just his underpants and a cotton lace shirt, not even wearing shoes. He ran barefoot and with a paraffin lamp in his hand through the cold snow in the foggy forest, but somewhere in the distance he heard a loud howl and groan from Geraldine, for she realized that her prey had escaped.\nWerther ran barefoot in the cold snow through the forest in an unknown direction, occasionally stumbling over snow-covered roots. The sky was black and the trunks and treetops were wrapped in thick fog, there was an impenetrable grey-black darkness, only the small light of a paraffin lamp illuminated a very small part of the road, but because of the thick fog even this light did not help, Werther was just running away from that sinister house of Geraldine. But suddenly the adrenaline rush in his blood ran out, Werther felt a severe pain in his right leg and fatigue that made him just unable to even stand straight on his feet. Werther fell face down in the snow and his paraffin lamp also fell and broke, releasing the remaining paraffin. Now Werther was all alone, frozen to the bone, lying in the cold snow of nowhere in the forest, wrapped in a thick mist. Werther was about to give up and die of the cold but despite the dense fog Werther could see some lights in the distance and he was on cloud nine with happiness, because they were the lights of the gas lamps of Enfield. At that moment Werther got his second wind, he could barely stand up and ran carefully through the fog to the forest exit. He ran limping for another seven minutes and finally Werther emerged from the thick forest and looked out over the foggy but illuminated streets of Enfield. Werther cried with happiness, but suddenly came to his senses. Werther began to look for the path that led to the clearing behind which was Geraldine's house, for that meant that Geraldine herself might be somewhere nearby, looking for her wounded prey. Werther carefully began to make his way towards the bridge that led to Enfield's main gate. He glanced nervously towards the woods looking for that dark figure that might be following him, but to Werther's great good fortune there was no one there. Werther quickly ran across the bridge and he reached the main gate. He started to open them, but then the unlubricated hinges of the gate started creaking terribly and Werther's heart suddenly stopped for a second and he went dumbfounded. \"Shit! Shit! Shit!\", muttered Werther with fear and quietly entered the gate without closing it. Now he was already in the city and knew where he was going. He ran along the pavement towards that dark alley, but he decided to go the other way. Werther ran towards Enfield's train station, where he used to work part-time, for he knew how to get quickly from the train station to his home. Werther ran across the railway track where there were steam locomotives and he ran towards the pavement, there he turned right and finally ran out onto a very familiar street at the end of which was his house. Werther even cried a little with happiness, because he realised that he had survived and that the creature would not do anything to him and he would not go missing like the other poor victims.\nWerther looked around to make sure he was not being chased by this huge and fearsome she-wolf called Geraldine. And fortunately for Werther, there was not a soul in the streets, only he stood alone a few feet from his house. Werther exhaled deeply and steam came out of his little mouth. He walked confidently and happily towards his house, and thankfully everything was in order. His wicket was still closed and the windows neatly shut from the inside. Werther, with a huge smile on his muzzle, but quietly opened the front door of his house and inhaled the pleasant wooden smell that was as familiar to him. He closed the door and went towards the living room to light the fireplace, but then Werther's legs buckled, his heart and breath stopped and a lonely tear flowed from his eyes and he fell to his knees from helplessness and immense fear.\n \"How's your leg, Werther? Does it still hurt?\", Geraldine asked fearfully, smiling. She sat in a dark corner, on Werther's armchair, looking into his soul without blinking. And Werther began to cry. He remembered how he had personally shown Geraldine his house as she held him in her arms.\n \"Oh, I can see, tears for me\", with the same intonation Geraldine laughed fearfully, and Werther could not even squeeze out a single word, for fear had completely shackled him. But then Geraldine rose to her full height and began to walk slowly towards Werther, but Werther could not even move, for it was as if he was out of his body.\n \"So I'm not going to feed myself my favourite way... Well, then I have another equally interesting way, because we don't want to wake up all the neighbours with your screams of pain, do we?\", said Geraldine fearfully, scowling with her huge toothy mouth at poor Werther.\n \"Do you have any last words, or what?\", picking her teeth and looking with one eye at Werther asked Geraldine. But there was no reply, only a quiet sniffle and a sniffling of Werther's nose.\n \"Alright then, goodbye.\", said Geraldine and lifted Werther into the air by the scruff of his neck. She held him on her outstretched paw just above his still closed mouth, and she put her other paw on his thigh. And then Werther made a sound;\n \"Geraldine, please, I'm begging you! Don't do this, I won't say anything to anyone! Please!\" cried Werther, and Geraldine smiled fearfully.\n \"Of course you won't say anything to anyone, for how are you going to say anything at all digested in me?\", said Geraldine laughing fearfully, and Werther suddenly began to tremble and sob heavily, for he did not want to die. Geraldine began to slowly open her toothy mouth, as if taunting Werther with her last sight before he died. Werther smelled that awful stench again. Suddenly Geraldine began to devour and swallow Werther whole, she slammed her mouth shut and swallowed Werther, then exhaled heavily with a cloud of steam and sat back down on the chairs with her legs spread. Geraldine relaxed and enjoyed the moment, feeling someone moving inside her and it felt very good to her, but not to Werther. Inside Geraldine's huge stomach was dark and very stinky. The walls of the stomach were very soft and slimy, so Werther couldn't even get a grip to avoid falling into the very corrosive stomach acid. At first he just tried to cling to be as far away from this corrosive liquid as possible, but then he did fall into it and it felt as if he had been thrown into boiling water. Werther felt a sharp pain and his fur slicked off his skin. He started screaming in hellish pain. Meanwhile Geraldine was getting an even greater thrill out of it than just ripping chunks off her prey, watching it bleed and squirm in pain. Geraldine loved the way something alive inside her was moving and Geraldine began to have an orgasm. She reached out her huge paw to her pussy and she began to caress herself.\nMeanwhile, inside Geraldine's stomach, Werther was being digested alive. His fur had completely come off his skin, and even the skin itself was charred, and Werther could no longer feel his fingertips. Even though it was very dark in his stomach, Werther could feel himself going blind, for his eyes stung very badly. In his last moments, Werther was just beating in agony and convulsions, which brought a huge dose of pleasure and orgasm to Geraldine. And then she cummed, letting the stinking steam out of her mouth, and Werther was no longer breathing. His flesh began to peel away from his bones. Werther died from the pain shock inside Geraldine, and she digested him alive. Geraldine inhaled deeply and exhaled, and stroked her tummy. \"You were born to be my food, Werther.\" said licking Geraldine.\n\nThis morning Werther did not come to work and his friend Siegfried became worried. He waited for him for about five hours, but Werther never showed up, so Siegfried decided to go to Werther's house to see if he was ill. Later on Siegfried did so, after a day at work without his best friend and partner he went to Werther's house. It wasn't too late, but the sun was already setting. Siegfried stepped out onto Green st. and walked straight to Werther's house. As he got closer he saw some huge footprints on the lawn of the house, but then he reached out his paw to the front door and knocked. \"Werther! Are you home?\" knocked Siegfried, but there was no answer. He began to get nervous, for this had never happened before. He struck the door with his naked foot in a rage and it opened. Siegfried was surprised, for this conceived that it was not locked. Siegfried then went into the house wanting to find Werther, but he was not there. Siegfried began to panic, for almost everything was in its place. Siegfried decided to go into the living room, but there was no Werther there either, there was only one broken chair and some white dried out stain on the carpet. Siegfried got upset and decided to go home so that he could write a report to the police about his friend and colleague missing in the morning. Siegfried got out of the house and noticed that it was already quite dark, and he lived almost on the other side of town. So he walked quickly down the street. He walked peacefully, glancing at the unfamiliar faces, but then he arrived in a winding street, where the gas lamps were not as bright and where he was all alone. Siegfried continued walking quietly at a brisk pace, but then his attention was drawn to some sounds behind him that sounded more like someone's footsteps...","writing_bbcode_parsed":"This story contains dark content and violence, such as fatal vore.
~DANGER IN EACH PASSING STRANGER~
It was a bright and wintry sunny day. It was Tuesday, December 27, 1870. The streets of Enfield were gently lined with white snow, which glistened very beautifully in the sunlight. Only the day before yesterday the merry citizens of the town were celebrating Christmas. The streets still smelled of cinnamon cakes and all sorts of food. The little beastly children frolicked merrily in the snow-covered streets of Enfield. They went sledding, riding down the winding streets. Some played snowballs and some even went for a ride, catching the back of the carriage and sliding their feet over the frozen puddles. It was a very nice day in Enfield, but it was true that there was one thing that completely interrupted the festive and cheerful mood of the townspeople. Almost every street had flyers on it that said "MISSING CHILD" or simply "MISSING". This strange and terrifying disappearance really frightened citizens, and especially mothers who were very worried about their children, as they still had their whole lives ahead of them. The countless searches for the missing townsfolk led to nothing. Nor had the search for the kidnapper yielded any results. The police simply threw up their hands when the weeping and very upset residents came to the police station begging them to find and execute the killer, because they had no idea what he or she looked like at all. So a curfew had to be imposed, but it didn't help much either, as almost two or three times a week someone went missing.
They also tried to contact a detective agency in central London, but after three months of patrolling the hail of nights, there were no results either. Whoever was abducting the residents was simply invisible and could not be caught, either by the police or the detectives. This made Enfield look like a normal living town during the day, but when the sun went down over the horizon and the gas lamps on the main streets and pavements came on, Enfield was transformed into a ghost town. There was not a soul on the streets. The residents were so afraid that they even closed the window shutters so that they could not be seen even from the street.
But Enfield wasn't always like this. This whole nightmare of missing townspeople began in 1866. The police also took notice and started checking all the documents of Enfield townspeople who had moved from other parts of Britain to Enfield in 1866. But all the checks came to nothing, as even the few individuals who had come to Enfield in 1866 had also disappeared, so the suspicion of that date was lost. But that's how some nine dozen townspeople have gone missing in Enfield in the last four years. The police even searched for possible corpses of the victims, but didn't even find them...
But after four years of not living peacefully in Enfield, the townspeople somehow got used to it and came to terms with the fact. They just tried to enjoy life no matter what.
So it was a bright day, little children playing in the streets, schoolchildren sitting at wooden desks in cold schools where they were bullied by teachers in every way, and adults working. Here were two young dogs called Werther and Siegfried at work. They both worked in the post office as typists. From morning until noon they tapped the typewriter keys almost incessantly. While Werther typed something very quickly, Siegfried moved the typewriter's carriage, which was accompanied by a loud chiming of a bell. Conversely, while Siegfried was typing a new line, Werther would move the carriage with the ringing of a bell. So they worked in sync for most of the day, only occasionally taking a break from their shared office. What can I say, they had been very good friends since their school days. Siegfried always helped Werther with his calculations and maths, and Werther helped Siegfried with literature and music. They played the piano together, though even though Werther was the musician, Siegfried still played much better than his best friend, which made Werther upset sometimes, but he was never angry with Siegfried. There was one more thing that made their friendship even stronger - they were both from very poor families. When Werther was 10 years old, he went to work as a newspaper clerk at Enfield's train station, while Siegfried worked as a caretaker in the local pharmacy. Then, after leaving school, they agreed that they would always help each other out in difficult situations. They were such good friends that they even went to the same job. They worked as typists at Enfield's main post office, as mentioned, where they typed up delivery addresses and helped the head accountant.
So Siegfried and Werther slowly finished their work at the printing presses, but they also knew that it would be dangerous for them to sit up all night, as they lived in different parts of the city and it was a long walk, and they had no money for cabs. So they walked home, crossing different alleys.
"Hey, Werther, wait! Where are you going already?" shouted Siegfried to Werther, who was already putting on his coat.
"Where to, home, of course! Look out the window, it's starting to get dark, and I'm a bit scared to go home myself in the dark," replied Werther. And yes, there was one small problem; Werther lived closer to the outskirts of town, while Siegfried lived in the downtown.
"All right, see you tomorrow then!" shouted Werther, already dressed and standing on the doorstep, in his wake.
"Till tomorrow, Werther." replied Siegfried. He looked up from under his glasses and glanced at the departing Werther.
"Siegfried, don't sit still for too long, get ready too," Werther said on his way out.
"I know, I'll be leaving in five minutes," Siegfried replied quietly.
"Good luck!" shouted Werther one last time and closed the door behind him. Siegfried was the only one left in the office. He sat quietly, looking at the clock, which showed exactly half past six in the evening. It was the clock that broke the deadly silence in the office with its loud ticking of the poorly lubricated clockwork and the swinging of the heavy brass pendulum.
At this time Werther was already walking down the street. He walked at a brisk pace and his eyes were directed downwards. He walked all alone, only occasionally encountering passers-by who were also walking home after a day's work. The gas lamps in the streets of Enfield were beginning to light up and there were fewer and fewer people to be seen. From the office where Werther and his mate Siegfried worked, it was about an hour by carriage, or in Werther's case, two and a half hours on foot, to Werther's home. Werther quickened his pace. He already had plans for how to spend the evening. He wanted, when he got home, to light a small fireplace, boil coffee and milk on it in an old brass coffee pot and make oatmeal. Then he planned to heat a gallon of water and take a bath, and then go to bed, for he had to be awakened at half-past six in the morning in order to be on time for work.
Werther, walking briskly through the empty streets, imagined it all, and he really wanted to get to his small, warm and cosy house as soon as possible, because it was a blizzard outside and worse still, a snowstorm had begun. Werther did not want to be caught in a snowstorm, so he began to run a little way through the empty but well-lit streets.
So Werther ran for about ten minutes and got a little tired. He decided to walk at a normal pace, as he felt safer in the narrow lanes between the cold and grey houses.
He started walking quietly, while breathing deeply after a ten-minute jog. He really walked very quietly, for he was already all alone in the street. So he walked carefully and smoothly, measuring each step he took. He walked quietly for about half an hour and then he heard a low noise behind him, like footsteps. Werther quickly turned around, and his heart was beginning to speed up. But to Werther's surprise, there was no one behind him. The dim gas lamps were still shining and the wind was blowing softly in the snow.
"It was an imagination...", thought Werther, and continued on his way home. He walked like that for a few minutes before he heard some rustling sounds behind him, which sounded like footsteps. But this time it was as if they were closer to Werther. Werther turned back frightened and very quickly.
"W-who's there?! Quickly show yourself!", shouted Werther irritably and very frightened, into the empty street where only he stood alone. There was obviously no answer to Werther's question.
"My God, if this is somebody's bad joke, may that joker be damned three times!", muttered the frightened Werther angrily, and continued walking home, he began to quicken his pace again. Already with a very nervous and quick step Werther went down the winding and quite empty street. To Werther's surprise he heard no more such noises behind him.
In the meantime, the sun had almost disappeared over the horizon and the sky was beginning to darken. It was a cold and dark late December evening. The sky had turned a bloody colour on the sunset side, only the sky was grey and dark blue on the east side of Enfield. The birds were no longer singing and the bare trees were quietly rustling their dry branches rubbing against each other in the cold wind. The weather was very overcast, not even stars could be seen, only the dim moonlight gently illuminated the snow-covered Enfield from above.
Werther continued to walk briskly through the empty streets, he felt calm, as there was no one following him from behind and it was all quiet and peaceful in front too, especially since it was only a short walk to Werther's house, turn right, walk three blocks and there he was. The curfew was still twenty minutes away, but there was not a soul on the street, only Werther returning home from work.
"Hmm, Siegfried must have been sitting at home, warming himself by the fireplace and resting," thought Werther.
But then suddenly Werther stopped, his breathing quickened and his heart went to his heels; the long alley that led to his house was completely dark. Somehow, on this particular damned evening, the gas had not reached the lanterns that were supposed to illuminate this alley. Werther took a gulp and began to curse quietly at those who had supplied gas to the lanterns on that cold and dark evening. Werther had to walk all the way down this long and dark alley and then three more blocks, which must be similarly unlit. Werther hesitated and turned back for some reason. There was no one behind him, only a small fog stretched across the alley and the lanterns burning in the distance were right in the distance.
"Bloody hell!", muttered Werther with anger and a sense of powerlessness at the situation.
"It will take about seven minutes to walk across the alley," pondered Werther as he stood in complete darkness. Then a crazy idea popped into his head;
"What if I run down this alley quickly?" he thought, smiling. He didn't think much about it, but looked around once more to make sure no one was behind him.
And then Werther was carried off, running so fast through the dark alley that even the snow fell off him and stuck to his woollen coat and scarf. Werther was already running towards the end of the alley in joy, and lucky for him, there were lanterns burning on those remaining blocks. But suddenly, Werther noticed a huge puddle frozen within ten inches of him, Werther couldn't slow down and slipped, and so much so that he almost did a backflip. He fell heavily on his right thigh and pulled his right leg.
"Ouch-ouch! Damn!" shouted Werther, lying on the muddy ice.
"Bloody hell! My leg!", from the pain and realisation that he would have to crawl home screamed Werther.
"My God, what bad luck is on me today?" he added just as vehemently. For now Werther was all alone in the streets, lying on the muddy ice with a sprained leg and a sore hip. Werther was about to weep with frustration, for now he had no idea how he was going to get home, he couldn't even stand up on his feet. Then anger and a feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him;
"Damn this day!", shouted Werther angrily and very loudly, in a way that made his throat ache.
In the meantime, the curfew was seconds away. And then, in Enfield's main square, there was a loud chiming of the clock.
"That's it, curfew. Well done!", muttered Werther frustratedly as he continued to sit on the ice. His tail was beginning to freeze, and Werther stopped feeling it. Werther began to crawl slowly to the edge of the frozen puddle, and his leg began to hurt more and more. With these slow and careful movements, Werther wanted to crawl to the nearest bench. He was no longer thinking how he would get home, now he had to find a place to stay for the night. Werther crawled slowly to the nearest bench so that he could sit on it and try to straighten his sprained joint and massage his aching leg. He crawled to the wooden bench with sharp cast-iron inserts and handrails. He caught hold of one of the handrails and climbed carefully onto the snow-covered bench.
"Oh my God, it worked.", sighing deeply and breathing quickly to himself, Werther said. He gently and slowly lifted his right pant leg and in the near total darkness began to fumble for the dislocation.
"Ouch! Shit!", shouted Werther in hellish pain as he touched an inconspicuous bulge on his right leg.
"What to do?! What to do?!", starting to panic Werther said. He rolled his pant leg back up and leaned against the cold back of the bench. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. The sky was already dark grey and fog was beginning to appear in the streets and the alley where Werther was sitting.
Werther continued to sit in complete darkness, on the cold bench for about a quarter of an hour now, and the fog was beginning to envelop everything around. Now Werther could not see the lights of the gas lamps that stood far away in the winding streets. There was practically nothing to be seen now because of the fog. Werther calmed down a little. He gently stroked his right knee to warm the injured leg a little. His breathing slowed and thoughts began to drift out of his head. Werther began to drift off to sleep, his eyes slowly beginning to close. He wrapped himself in his warm winter coat and fell asleep.
Meanwhile his mate, colleague and simply best friend Siegfried had been asleep in his soft and warm bed for some time. Probably watching some good dream. And the fog was already building up in the streets, it was impossible even to look two feet ahead. Werther, too, was already sleeping quietly in that dark alley, on the cold and hard bench, all alone, only wrapped up in the thick fog. Werther had been asleep for about three hours, but then something disturbed his sleep. Werther slowly opened his eyes and when he started to see he was still sitting on the bench, all alone, but luckily the fog was not so thick anymore, it gently stretched down below, at the base of the trees and Werther's feet. But something was bothering Werther, for he woke up in the middle of the night. Werther began to turn his head and his right leg still ached unceasingly. He looked to his left, then to his right, and then he turned back, but there was no one there. Werther thought he must be imagining things and wanted to go back to sleep, but then at the last second, he noticed something dark ahead of him. It was also sitting on a bench, which was across a relatively wide road, parallel to the bench where Werther was.
He looked closely into that dark silhouette and rubbed his eyes.
"I can't believe I'm seeing things," thought Werther, rubbing his tired eyes. But then Werther's heart trembled, for the dark figure had not gone anywhere. Then Werther's breathing quickened and a slight panic set in as the dark figure moved slightly, as if it had straddled, and then froze. Werther began to realise that it was not a hallucination and he was not imagining things. His heart began to race even harder with the fear of the unknown, for it was difficult to see anything because of the fog, even from the unthickness. Werther continued to stare, hardly blinking, at this dark silhouette that sat on a bench across the alley. But then Werther began to panic a little, for he could not even stand on his feet, but then abruptly Werther's insides buckled and a cold sweat ran down his back, which already had a large bruise on it, for whoever was sitting there suddenly spoke;
"Good evening, sir!" came a beautiful female voice from across the alley. But Werther couldn't even believe it, for he had thought to the last that he was just dreaming, and it was all in his mind.
"W-who's there!", shouted Werther nervously into the darkness. But the answer Werther wanted to hear was not there, instead Werther heard a low howl or a faint growl.
"I thought gentlemen were supposed to greet ladies as well!" came a more serious and a bit angry voice this time.
"W-what?! Am I imagining you by any chance?!", shouted Werther nervously again to that dark figure.
"I can come over and pinch you to make sure, if you like?" replied the creature, who was sitting on a bench. Werther started to panic, he didn't know what to answer, for he was very frightened because he was sitting alone in a dark and foggy alley, in the middle of the night, with an injured right leg and bruised back, and yet some grim creature was offering to pinch him. But it was too late, for Werther never answered whoever was sitting there. The creature began to get up slowly from the bench.
"My God! What is that?!", whispered Werther very nervously, as the creature stood to its full height. It was as tall as a lamppost, maybe even a little taller. And then suddenly the creature's eyes became visible; two wide, bright yellow dots the size of very large apples. They stared directly at Werther, who was beginning to tremble with fear. Then Werther huddled into the back of the bench and hushed in anticipation of something bad happening as the creature began to walk slowly towards Werther.
It was walking slowly, as if not letting itself be seen, but Werther was still trying to see something, as the creature was huge. And then a few feet away from Werther the mist began to disperse, and a massive body, either a very large dog or a very large she-wolf, began to be seen in front of him.
"Who are you anyway!", shouted Werther in panic to whoever was standing in front of him.
"My name is Geraldine", the creature replied in a polite and very pleasant female voice.
"What are you doing here anyway!", just as frightenedly asked Werther.
"That's what I wanted to hear from you too. But first, introduce yourself", the creature replied in a voice that was no longer as pleasant.
"I am Werther.", he answered frightenedly. And then the creature emerged completely from the misty haze, revealing its wide toothy smile. It was a huge black and grey she-wolf.
"Now answer me, Werther, what are you doing here?" queried Geraldine. Werther hesitated and began to rub his right foot.
"It's a long story...", Werther answered her sadly. Geraldine frowned and leaned closer to Werther.
"What's the story?", Geraldine asked sternly and insistently again, and Werther sighed.
"I was on my way home from work, but it got dark much earlier than usual today, and when I reached this alley, there were no lights on, so I decided to run quickly through this dark stretch, but I slipped on a frozen puddle and fell painfully and seemed to dislocate my right leg badly, and I did not know what to do as I could not walk home myself. So I decided to wait here until morning.", Werther told me thoughtfully with a lost look.
"Wow, are you still in pain?" asked Geraldine nonchalantly.
"Unfortunately, yes.", Werther answered her frustratedly. Geraldine seemed hesitant.
"Where do you even live, maybe I can help you?" asked Geraldine, and Werther's mood began to lift.
"I don't live very far from here, about ten minutes' walk from here." Werther replied cheerfully.
"Understood, then you will tell me where to go!", said Geraldine smiling. Then she reached out her mighty paws to Werther and gently took him in her arms.
"Well, doesn't it hurt?", Geraldine asked, and Werther fidgeted a little in her arms.
"Seems fine," Werther answered her.
"Well then lead the way," said Geraldine smiling and Werther began to show where to go.
"First you have to go right and then straight ahead and right again down Green St.," said Werther, and Geraldine listened to him carefully and walked on, holding Werther gently in her arms.
"There's a little beige house with a wooden roof at the very end of the street, that's where I live on the first floor. The house is number 284.", added Werther, and Geraldine looked at him and smiled even wider, but Werther didn't notice that, he was looking where Geraldine was taking him.
So they walked for about five more minutes. Werther told them where to go, and Geraldine listened to his voice. So they even came to an area where the gas lamps were well lit and Werther had a much better view of Geraldine's shoulders and head; a huge head with wool on the sides and at her large and pointed ears, a strange bow that was tied tightly around her neck and a dark green fringed coat that barely fit over her chest. Likewise Werther looked at her yellow and sharp fangs, which in some places protruded crookedly from her huge, deadly mouth, and then Werther quickly glanced into her huge eyes; huge yellow orbs, slightly larger than an apple, in which narrow black pupils could be seen. Werther hesitated a little as he was now a little scared. But then the silence was interrupted by Geraldine;
"Listen, Werther, do you have a first-aid kit or something to cure your leg at home?" asked Geraldine slyly, looking at Werther.
"Shit! I don't think so.", Werther answered her in a panic.
"What shall we do then?" added Werther in the same way.
"Look, I think I have some bandages and lavender ointment and some other medicinal herbs at home. And a jar of leeches, too." said Geraldine. Werther fidgeted in her arms.
"Why don't you spend the night at my place and I'll try to heal your leg and get you cleaned up?", Geraldine suggested, and Werther began to look at her growing toothy smile.
"I don't live far either, by the way. All we have to do is cross the bridge and walk towards the forest," said Geraldine cheerfully.
"Across the bridge? You don't live in the city, do you?" hesitated Werther.
"Well almost!" said Geraldine with a laugh.
"All right, let's go," said Werther, and Geraldine immediately turned the other way and they headed towards Enfield's main gate, which led to the exit from the town. And Werther watched as he moved further away from his home. Now they were walking in a completely different direction.
"Geraldine, I seem to have forgotten to thank you, for your help and kindness!" said Werther shyly.
"Ah, it's alright Werther, I love to help!", Geraldine replied in a very kind and affectionate voice, and Werther finally calmed down, although he remembered that he wanted to ask her one more question, which he had wanted to ask Geraldine when he met her in that dark alley, but unfortunately he forgot what he wanted to ask. But he did not really care as he was now in the arms of a large, kind and very warm she-wolf. Werther was silent and listened quietly to Geraldine's heavy breathing and the pounding of her weighty heart.
In the meantime they had already left the main gate of the city, crossed the small wooden bridge and were on their way towards the forest. The gas lanterns and smoky chimneys of Enfid could barely be seen in the distance, and in the meantime the sky was beginning to turn a bloody colour. The snow lay gently on the cold ground, reflecting the faint light from the full moon.
"Well, look, we're almost there!" said Geraldine cheerfully and looked up at the small hill with the clearing, which was surrounded by a thick forest, and below, beyond the clearing, there was a faint glimpse of an old and abandoned building, more like a forester's cottage or something like that. Werther noticed it too and took a closer look.
When Geraldine and Werther approached the house, it did not seem so small, but on the contrary, it was very large. It was hard to see the house in the thick forest, especially since the view was drawn to the beautiful snowfield, and Geraldine's house did not stand out against the old grey forest.
Geraldine, meanwhile, opened the massive oak door and a cold breath wafted from the house, and Werther smelled something strange, very much like something long forgotten or rotten, but he paid no attention to it, for Geraldine's mouth reeked much the same.
"So how do you like my house?", Geraldine asked with a laugh, as she saw Werther's not-so-satisfied face.
"Nice house, cosy, but kind of cold," Werther replied to her.
"I'm going to light the fireplace and candles now, so it will soon be very warm," Geraldine replied and put Werther on the soft armchair in the hallway. Werther began to shiver a little from the cold as the warmth from Geraldine's body and her soft brindle wool no longer warmed the frozen Werther. Geraldine looked at the shivering Werther and smiled a little and put some dry wood in the old stone fireplace, the walls of which were all sooty and grimy. Then she took out a huge vase of paraffin and poured this wood, and then she held up a small candle that stood over the fireplace and a fire broke out in the hearth of the fireplace. And almost immediately Werther felt the warmth and stopped shivering. Geraldine lit some candles that were in candlesticks on the walls and now Werther could finally see the whole interior of Geraldine's house.
Everything was beautifully tidied up and tidy, everything was in its place. The ceiling and the corners of the walls were paved with red oak, and at the end of the long corridor was a beautiful staircase to the first floor, on which was a beautiful red carpet. The colour of the carpet was so naturally red that Werther wondered what material this beautiful carpet was woven from.
"So, is it warmer now?" asked Geraldine cheerfully, and Werther waved her head.
"Great, how's your leg? Does it still hurt?", Geraldine also asked.
"A little.", said Werther and tried to move his leg, but immediately he started squirming in pain.
"God, let me help you!" said Geraldine excitedly and ran over to Werther. She gently rolled up his right pant leg and held a candle up to get a better look at the bruised area.
"So how bad is it out there?", Werther asked frustratedly, and Geraldine looked at him, then shifted her gaze again to Werther's already turning blue leg.
"Are you in pain now?", Geraldine asked and gently pressed her shin and kneecap.
"Ouch-ouch! Yes, it hurts!", shouted Werther in great pain.
"I see, I'm certainly no healer, but I bruised my leg once too, and I know how to heal you!" said Geraldine smiling, and Werther felt much better after her words.
"Do you mind if I take you to my bed? I can treat you better there than in this dusty armchair.", Geraldine asked, and Werther smiled. Geraldine smiled even wider back at him too and gently took him in her arms. She, gently holding Werther on her powerful wolf paws, carried him to her first floor. As Geraldine climbed the elegant red oak paved stairs, Werther looked at the first floor of the house. There was a long corridor on the first floor, and at the end of the corridor was a beautiful door. But then Werther turned his attention to another door, which was the same colour as the wallpaper. This door was locked with a massive lock that clutched a cast-iron chain. Werther was a little surprised. There was a beautiful chandelier with candles on the ceiling, on which lay layers of dust and cobwebs.
"Apparently Geraldine doesn't light them," thought Werther, but Geraldine meanwhile opened the door to her room and Werther saw a very beautiful interior.
Red wallpaper with beautiful flower patterns, brass candlesticks that hung on the wall, and on the left was an old stained glass window that overlooked a beautiful clearing, and on the right was an ordinary glazed window that overlooked the forest and a beautiful bright moon. And at the end of the room was a huge wooden bed, with green carpet curtains hanging over it. Geraldine carefully laid Werther down on the soft bed and looked at him.
"That's it. I'll go down and get some ointment and bandages," said Geraldine and left the room. In the distance one could hear the creaking of stairs and wooden floorboards. Werther, meanwhile, had removed his trousers and robe. Now he sat simply in a lace shirt and silk underpants. He looked at the ajar door, behind which heavy footsteps and the creaking of the wooden floorboards could be heard again. Just then Geraldine entered the room.
"Oh, I see you've already undressed. Well done!" said Geraldine smiling. She walked over to Werther and placed a silk bandage beside him and opened a jar of healing herbal ointment.
"I'm going to smear it on your leg and try to massage it, and then I'll put a bandage on it," said Geraldine, and Werther listened to her carefully. Geraldine began to very gently smear this pleasant smelling substance on Werther's leg, and then gently and very pleasantly she began to massage the injured shin. Geraldine did this very pleasantly and Werther felt almost no pain from her touch. Geraldine began to smile and Werther turned his attention to it.
"Geraldine, can I ask you a question?" said Werther, sitting on the edge of the bed. Geraldine shifted her gaze from her foot to Werther's mouth.
"Go ahead." replied Geraldine defiantly, not so gently massaging the leg anymore, but even squeezing it a little in her clutches as if in a vise of steel. Werther cringed in pain.
"Ouch! It hurts!" cried Werther softly, and Geraldine shifted her gaze again from Werther's mouth to his tired eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Geraldine.
"So what did you want to ask?" she asked Werther.
"I was wondering, if it doesn't embarrass you, why are you smiling all the time?", asked Werther, and Geraldine immediately laughed.
"Smiling faces always find a welcome! That's why everyone should learn to smile.", Geraldine replied with a laugh.
"Ha-ha, I get it!", Werther also replied smiling at her. Geraldine, meanwhile, had finished rubbing the ointment and massaging Werther's leg.
"Werther, could you pass me that bandage?" asked Geraldine.
"Yes, of course!", Werther held out her hand, in which he held a huge gauze bandage. Geraldine carefully but very tightly wrapped this bandage around Werther's shin and fastened it high on his thigh.
"That's it, it's done. The pain should go away in the morning," said Geraldine and yawned.
"Thank you very much!" an already happy Werther told her.
"It's all right, I like to help those who need help, especially lads like you Werther, because you're not like the others.", Geraldine replied to him, and Werther looked at her in bewilderment and some slight fear of something bad, something unspoken.
"Now, let's go to sleep. I can see you're no longer up to mischief here with me, so let's just sleep.", Geraldine said with a yawn and started to put out the candles.
"What do you mean, to mischief here with you?" asked Werther in bewilderment. Geraldine looked at him and laughed again.
"Werther, I bet you're not married," said Geraldine slyly.
"Yes, I'm not married. Why are you asking?", Werther asked again in bewilderment.
"It's nothing. Werther, stop talking and go to bed quickly!" said Geraldine a little angrily, and Werther listened to her right away, for he did not want to anger such a huge and must be damn strong lady. He lay down under the warm duvet and rested his tired head on the soft pillow without taking off his robe.
Outside the window, meanwhile, the moon had disappeared behind the dark clouds of the night sky. Not a single star was visible, not even the snow seemed so bright and white, and the forest was shrouded in mist. There was a dead silence, with only the occasional murmur of the tree branches.
Geraldine, meanwhile, extinguished all the candles and filled the fireplace. White steam and smoke from the burnt wood began to come out of the chimney of Geraldine's house. She went up to her room where Werther was almost asleep and lit one small candle and put it on the bedside dresser. She climbed onto her bed and Werther awoke to such a massive object appearing at his back. Geraldine, too, wrapped herself in a warm plaid and rested her huge head on the pillow. Her head lay almost touching Werther's head.
"Good night, Werther," Geraldine said, yawning towards Werther, and Werther smelled a very unpleasant stench from Geraldine's mouth.
"Good night to you too," Werther faintly answered her. Geraldine turned towards Werther and breathed heavily into the back of his head, and Werther could not sleep now.
"Geraldine, are you asleep yet?" broke the tactful breathing and silence with a sound from Werther.
"Not yet, what do you want?" replied Geraldine in a husky voice, and Werther remembered what he had wanted to ask all along.
"Geraldine, what were you doing there on that bench in that dark alley? It was curfew, wasn't it?", Werther asked yawning, and Geraldine started stroking Werther's head.
"Oh, nothing much. I was just looking for something to eat, or rather, who." said Geraldine in a lower voice, and Werther suddenly laughed.
"Ha-ha, funny joke! But seriously, what were you doing there?", said Werther laughing, and Geraldine slowly began to move her wolf paw from Werther's furry head to his neck. Suddenly Geraldine began to squeeze Werther's larynx slightly between two fingers.
"To your great regret, I'm not kidding." Geraldine said slowly, and Werther began to panic a little as Geraldine was already choking him.
"And I think I've already found someone to eat.", Geraldine said slyly and very horrifyingly, and Werther was really starting to panic, for it seems he finally realised who had followed him home that day, for somehow Geraldine had found him in that dark alley.
"Ouch! Stop it! I can't breathe!", Werther barely squeezed out, catching hold of Geraldine's paw with both of his hands.
"No way! I've waited too long to gain your trust! But you can scream, because you're going to be in a lot of pain now. No one will hear you in this wilderness anyway!" said Geraldine very fearfully and loudly, and Werther shed a little tear.
"My God, why are you doing this?!" muttered Werther breathlessly, and Geraldine had already sat down on the bed and lifted Werther up by his neck.
"Because I like inflicting misery and pain on helpless and nasty bastards like you and everyone else!", shouted Geraldine angrily, and Werther went pale with fear, and his body seemed to be wadded and weightless.
"And also, of course, because you're all very tasty!" Geraldine said in a calmer tone.
"My God, what have I done to you?!", Werther barely squeezed out his last question.
"Nothing. You're just very kind and you look delicious, and I love those! Yours meat is very soft and tasty.", said Geraldine calmly, and Werther couldn't even believe what was happening to him, it seemed to him an unreal absurdity or even just a bad dream, but so damn real.
"Get ready Werther, you're going to be in a lot of pain. I like your juicy thigh on your left leg.", licking her huge black lips with her tongue said Geraldine. Werther closed his eyes in anticipation of something bad, and then he smelled the disgusting smell of something rotten and long forgotten. Werther opened his eyes and saw Geraldine's jaw slowly opening. Both small and very large sharp teeth were visible inside her mouth. The stench was horrible, as if the compost pit had not been cleaned for years. But then something inside Werther didn't want to just give up and die, as soon as Geraldine's huge snout was already near Werther's left leg, he quickly bent it and hit Geraldine hard in the nose with his knee. She suddenly unclenched her paw and Werther collapsed on the bed and started breathing heavily and coughing. Geraldine howled in pain.
"You little scum! I'll tear you up and eat you!" yelled Geraldine furiously, and Werther had already caught his breath and saw Geraldine pulling her paws towards Werther who was sitting on the bed, but he was not confused and immediately bit her on the finger. Geraldine squealed and Werther seized the moment and jumped on Geraldine's chest and already hit her in the nose with his fist with all his might. Geraldine suddenly fell to the floor and Werther almost hit her open mouth.
"Well, you beast, you can't have me, can you?!", the words came out of Werther's mouth casually, and Geraldine was still lying on the floor, whimpering, holding her nose. Werther suddenly came to his senses and dashed up the stairs to the ground floor to get away from this house, but his right foot still hurt and it hurt to step on it, but Werther didn't care about that pain anymore, he wanted to live. Running out of Geraldine's room and down the long corridor he noticed again a strange door at the opposite end of the corridor. For some reason Werther decided to look behind the door of this mysterious room instead of running away from Geraldine's house. He quietly tiptoed to the door, but there was a rusty lock on its handle, which he had not noticed in the darkness.
"Fuck it!", muttered Werther angrily, and backtracked towards the stairs, but he unfortunately noticed Geraldine crawling out of the door at the end of the corridor, growling loudly. Suddenly Werther's heart gave a twinge and a cold sweat ran down his back. He immediately dashed toward the stairwell and didn't even step on the steps, he simply rolled down the stairs and fell painfully onto the wooden floor of the ground floor. He crawled to the front door without getting to his feet. Werther, holding the massive wooden handle of the front door, carefully got to his feet, but his right leg was still hurting, but he didn't give up. But then Werther heard a loud creaking of the steps. He grabbed a paraffin lamp and with all his might opened the door and ran out into the street. It was pitch black and foggy, but Werther did not hesitate to run towards the forest. He ran out of Geraldine's house in just his underpants and a cotton lace shirt, not even wearing shoes. He ran barefoot and with a paraffin lamp in his hand through the cold snow in the foggy forest, but somewhere in the distance he heard a loud howl and groan from Geraldine, for she realized that her prey had escaped.
Werther ran barefoot in the cold snow through the forest in an unknown direction, occasionally stumbling over snow-covered roots. The sky was black and the trunks and treetops were wrapped in thick fog, there was an impenetrable grey-black darkness, only the small light of a paraffin lamp illuminated a very small part of the road, but because of the thick fog even this light did not help, Werther was just running away from that sinister house of Geraldine. But suddenly the adrenaline rush in his blood ran out, Werther felt a severe pain in his right leg and fatigue that made him just unable to even stand straight on his feet. Werther fell face down in the snow and his paraffin lamp also fell and broke, releasing the remaining paraffin. Now Werther was all alone, frozen to the bone, lying in the cold snow of nowhere in the forest, wrapped in a thick mist. Werther was about to give up and die of the cold but despite the dense fog Werther could see some lights in the distance and he was on cloud nine with happiness, because they were the lights of the gas lamps of Enfield. At that moment Werther got his second wind, he could barely stand up and ran carefully through the fog to the forest exit. He ran limping for another seven minutes and finally Werther emerged from the thick forest and looked out over the foggy but illuminated streets of Enfield. Werther cried with happiness, but suddenly came to his senses. Werther began to look for the path that led to the clearing behind which was Geraldine's house, for that meant that Geraldine herself might be somewhere nearby, looking for her wounded prey. Werther carefully began to make his way towards the bridge that led to Enfield's main gate. He glanced nervously towards the woods looking for that dark figure that might be following him, but to Werther's great good fortune there was no one there. Werther quickly ran across the bridge and he reached the main gate. He started to open them, but then the unlubricated hinges of the gate started creaking terribly and Werther's heart suddenly stopped for a second and he went dumbfounded. "Shit! Shit! Shit!", muttered Werther with fear and quietly entered the gate without closing it. Now he was already in the city and knew where he was going. He ran along the pavement towards that dark alley, but he decided to go the other way. Werther ran towards Enfield's train station, where he used to work part-time, for he knew how to get quickly from the train station to his home. Werther ran across the railway track where there were steam locomotives and he ran towards the pavement, there he turned right and finally ran out onto a very familiar street at the end of which was his house. Werther even cried a little with happiness, because he realised that he had survived and that the creature would not do anything to him and he would not go missing like the other poor victims.
Werther looked around to make sure he was not being chased by this huge and fearsome she-wolf called Geraldine. And fortunately for Werther, there was not a soul in the streets, only he stood alone a few feet from his house. Werther exhaled deeply and steam came out of his little mouth. He walked confidently and happily towards his house, and thankfully everything was in order. His wicket was still closed and the windows neatly shut from the inside. Werther, with a huge smile on his muzzle, but quietly opened the front door of his house and inhaled the pleasant wooden smell that was as familiar to him. He closed the door and went towards the living room to light the fireplace, but then Werther's legs buckled, his heart and breath stopped and a lonely tear flowed from his eyes and he fell to his knees from helplessness and immense fear.
"How's your leg, Werther? Does it still hurt?", Geraldine asked fearfully, smiling. She sat in a dark corner, on Werther's armchair, looking into his soul without blinking. And Werther began to cry. He remembered how he had personally shown Geraldine his house as she held him in her arms.
"Oh, I can see, tears for me", with the same intonation Geraldine laughed fearfully, and Werther could not even squeeze out a single word, for fear had completely shackled him. But then Geraldine rose to her full height and began to walk slowly towards Werther, but Werther could not even move, for it was as if he was out of his body.
"So I'm not going to feed myself my favourite way... Well, then I have another equally interesting way, because we don't want to wake up all the neighbours with your screams of pain, do we?", said Geraldine fearfully, scowling with her huge toothy mouth at poor Werther.
"Do you have any last words, or what?", picking her teeth and looking with one eye at Werther asked Geraldine. But there was no reply, only a quiet sniffle and a sniffling of Werther's nose.
"Alright then, goodbye.", said Geraldine and lifted Werther into the air by the scruff of his neck. She held him on her outstretched paw just above his still closed mouth, and she put her other paw on his thigh. And then Werther made a sound;
"Geraldine, please, I'm begging you! Don't do this, I won't say anything to anyone! Please!" cried Werther, and Geraldine smiled fearfully.
"Of course you won't say anything to anyone, for how are you going to say anything at all digested in me?", said Geraldine laughing fearfully, and Werther suddenly began to tremble and sob heavily, for he did not want to die. Geraldine began to slowly open her toothy mouth, as if taunting Werther with her last sight before he died. Werther smelled that awful stench again. Suddenly Geraldine began to devour and swallow Werther whole, she slammed her mouth shut and swallowed Werther, then exhaled heavily with a cloud of steam and sat back down on the chairs with her legs spread. Geraldine relaxed and enjoyed the moment, feeling someone moving inside her and it felt very good to her, but not to Werther. Inside Geraldine's huge stomach was dark and very stinky. The walls of the stomach were very soft and slimy, so Werther couldn't even get a grip to avoid falling into the very corrosive stomach acid. At first he just tried to cling to be as far away from this corrosive liquid as possible, but then he did fall into it and it felt as if he had been thrown into boiling water. Werther felt a sharp pain and his fur slicked off his skin. He started screaming in hellish pain. Meanwhile Geraldine was getting an even greater thrill out of it than just ripping chunks off her prey, watching it bleed and squirm in pain. Geraldine loved the way something alive inside her was moving and Geraldine began to have an orgasm. She reached out her huge paw to her pussy and she began to caress herself.
Meanwhile, inside Geraldine's stomach, Werther was being digested alive. His fur had completely come off his skin, and even the skin itself was charred, and Werther could no longer feel his fingertips. Even though it was very dark in his stomach, Werther could feel himself going blind, for his eyes stung very badly. In his last moments, Werther was just beating in agony and convulsions, which brought a huge dose of pleasure and orgasm to Geraldine. And then she cummed, letting the stinking steam out of her mouth, and Werther was no longer breathing. His flesh began to peel away from his bones. Werther died from the pain shock inside Geraldine, and she digested him alive. Geraldine inhaled deeply and exhaled, and stroked her tummy. "You were born to be my food, Werther." said licking Geraldine.
This morning Werther did not come to work and his friend Siegfried became worried. He waited for him for about five hours, but Werther never showed up, so Siegfried decided to go to Werther's house to see if he was ill. Later on Siegfried did so, after a day at work without his best friend and partner he went to Werther's house. It wasn't too late, but the sun was already setting. Siegfried stepped out onto Green st. and walked straight to Werther's house. As he got closer he saw some huge footprints on the lawn of the house, but then he reached out his paw to the front door and knocked. "Werther! Are you home?" knocked Siegfried, but there was no answer. He began to get nervous, for this had never happened before. He struck the door with his naked foot in a rage and it opened. Siegfried was surprised, for this conceived that it was not locked. Siegfried then went into the house wanting to find Werther, but he was not there. Siegfried began to panic, for almost everything was in its place. Siegfried decided to go into the living room, but there was no Werther there either, there was only one broken chair and some white dried out stain on the carpet. Siegfried got upset and decided to go home so that he could write a report to the police about his friend and colleague missing in the morning. Siegfried got out of the house and noticed that it was already quite dark, and he lived almost on the other side of town. So he walked quickly down the street. He walked peacefully, glancing at the unfamiliar faces, but then he arrived in a winding street, where the gas lamps were not as bright and where he was all alone. Siegfried continued walking quietly at a brisk pace, but then his attention was drawn to some sounds behind him that sounded more like someone's footsteps...","pools_count":0,"title":"Danger In Each Passing Stranger - vore story","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"2","name":"Nudity","description":"Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)","rating_id":"1"},{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"},{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"19"}