8 comments/ 17899 views/ 2 favorites Bad Moon Risin' By: Blue Dolphin Jonathon Parker finally admitted it to himself, He was lost, totally and irrevocably fucking lost. He looked at the clock on the dashboard, 11.35PM. "Some fucking Halloween this is," he thought to himself, "The Vicars and Tarts Party will be in full swing by now, and instead of getting fucked, here I am, lost on the Yorkshire fucking moors." He thumped the steering wheel in frustration, as he tried to peer through the interminable rain that was lashing down. The lightening flashed again, followed by horrendous peal of thunder. All had been going well, until he was 50 miles up the M1 motorway, and realised he had forgotten both his cell phone, and his map. At least he had remembered to dress like a vicar, with his pristine white dog collar around his neck. Jonathan had considered turning back, but decided against it, he knew the general area where Byfield Hall was, and he could always stop and ask the way. What a mistake that had been, leaving his phone and map, with not a single fucking soul, or building to be seen anywhere. The swinging set always had a Halloween get together, last years bash had been in Surrey, easy enough for him to find, and what a night it had been too. First a gang bang, with Annie Johnson taking on all comers, 8 men had fucked her, all three holes too, what an awesome fucker that Annie was. Later, he had joined up with the Thompson Twins, they were not twins of course, but God could they fuck and give wonderful head, he had discovered. "But not this year Johnny boy, no fucking chance. Where oh where is this fucking road taking me too?" Again he peered through the windscreen, trying to search the almost invisible horizon. He seemed to be on little more than a cart track now, and he considered turning round to retrace his tracks. The he realised, there was nowhere to turn around, and all that he could do was follow the road, and see where it took him. An open gateway appeared before him, leading to a sort of courtyard. He could just make out what looked like a farmhouse through the murk. An old plough, the kind pulled by a horse appeared briefly in his headlights. John stopped the car, doused the lights, and took in his surroundings, as best he could. This was a farmyard, no doubt about it now, not just the plough, but an old cart as well, with a broken wheel. He looked towards the house, and could see light, but it was very dim, almost just a glimmer. But, what could he do, he was lost, at least there might be a phone he could use, and maybe get a hot drink also. He stepped from the car, dashing across the flooded yard, as lightening again lit up his depressingly dark night. Jonathon hammered on the door, shouting "Hello, is anybody home?" He waited, trying to protect his head from the rain that was still bucketing down around him. Again he thumped on the door, and was just about to shout once more, when it opened, just a fraction. A thin sliver of faint light, slashed across his legs. "At last" he thought to himself before speaking. "I am sorry to disturb you so late, but I am totally lost. Please, is there any chance I can use your phone, to call my friends?" The door opened wider, and John saw an old lady, 90 if she was a day he thought, holding up a hurricane lamp, and peering at him through her glasses. She was dressed in what could only be described as a tatty black dress, with a dirty old Paisley shawl around her shoulders. In any other setting, she would have looked like an archetypal witch. She answered Jonathon's question, in a croaky voice, which confirmed his suspicions about her age. "I think that you had better come inside young man, out of the rain, don't you?" He stepped inside, following the old lady, everything looked old, old and musty, and the place had a smell, "a damp almost earthy smell" he thought to himself. "Please, would it be possible for me to use your phone, and call Byfield Hall? I am supposed to be at a Tart's & Vicar's party, hence my looking like a vicar, but I got totally lost I am afraid" "Oh I am sorry Sir, we don't have none of them there telephones here, nor that new fangled electric stuff. Best thing be you stay here till morn Sir, then find your way in daylight I reckons." Her croaky voice rasped like a rusty hacksaw blade on Jonathon's teeth, making him cringe. But, he realised that she was correct, there was no way out of here in the dark, and the pouring rain, that might not stop for hours yet. He looked at his watch, it was now a quarter to twelve, indeed, and he heard a clock chime the three quarter hour somewhere in the house. "I suppose that you are correct, I wont find the Hall tonight, and it is probably best to wait till daylight, and then head on back home. If you don't mind that is? I hate to intrude upon your privacy." "No, that be fine Sir, there is a room up top that you can use, but be quick, you need to be there before the hour of change Sir, Come, up these stairs, follow me." He followed her, moving slowly behind the old lady, up three flights of stairs, and down a long dark corridor. He watched as she took a key from the ring at her waist, and heard it grate against the lock, as she turned the key. She pushed the door open, and Jonathon suddenly felt a cold chill, as the noise of the door creaking slowly open filled his senses. The old lady stepped inside, and lit two candles, that were already in place in brass candlesticks. One candle on each side of the bed. He watched from the doorway, unsure, a feeling of trepidation consuming him, then inwardly admonished himself, for being so stupid, and childish. "This woman was 90 if she was a day, there was nothing to fear here," he thought. She turned to face him, looking almost stern now, and the friendly face of earlier having disappeared. "You need to hurry Sir, please, come in now." Jonathon entered slowly, looking around the room, as the woman handed the key to him. He heard the clock again, pealing for the hour, as it started to chime the four quarters. "Here Sir, take the key, you must lock the door, before the first chime of midnight. You do know it be All Hallows Eve, don't you Sir?" He looked at her, relaxing now, and smiling. "Yes, I know that it is Halloween, but that is all superstition, its just another day in reality, isn't it?" She stepped outside, and spoke again, her voice urgent now, almost pleading with him. "Sir, lock the door from inside, NOW, please Sir, lock it." She had barely finished speaking, when the first chime of midnight rang out, from the clock downstairs. "BONG" Jonathon started to move towards the door, only managing two steps, before stopping dead, and staring out through the doorway. The darkness had been replaced by light, not white, but a deep dark shade of blue. Almost fanning out like a halo, an aura, from the frail old woman that had let him into this place. But she was not frail anymore; the bend in her back had gone. She stood tall, long hair falling about and past her shoulders. Her eyes now steel blue, matching the aura that she was now generating a force throughout the house it seemed. Jonathon could feel them, her eyes, piercing into his head, his mind, and his brain. He could only stand and watch, his legs seemingly frozen in place. Subtle changes were happening now, the blue light, interlaced with flashes of silver, growing stronger with every passing moment. The drab clothes that the old woman had been wearing; now almost seemed to change, into a sheer silk gown. A see through gown, Jonathon could now see her full breasts, and two dark nipples, pushing out against the material. His gaze lowered, to the small triangle of dark pubic hair, at the join of her legs. He wanted to pinch his skin, to see if he was dreaming, but movement he had not, all he could do was watch, and then, listen, as the "creature before him spoke, in a sultry husky voice, that just dripped with sexual innuendo. "Too late Jonathon, My Lord had promised me a gift, and My Lord has delivered." She paused for a moment, as if she was composing herself, and then continued. "You will only speak when I allow it Jonathon, for now you are mine, to do with as I wish. You remind of another Jonathon I knew once, his name very similar to yours, hmmm, it must have been over a hundred years since him. Maybe you have heard of him? I believe there was a book written, Jonathon Harker? Does that ring a bell I wonder?" It certainly did, and even though Jonathon could not move, he could think, and remember. Jonathon Harker had been a Bram Stoker character. His heart sank slowly, as he remembered Jonathon Harker`s untimely end. "I see you do remember your namesake Jonathon, how apt, and, how fortuitous for me." He was trying desperately not to look at her face, but could not help it; he had no control over his eyes it seemed. He looked at her full red lips, and had to admit they were beautiful. Watching, as her tongue snaked out, licking them lasciviously. He looked into her eyes, immediately feeling the control that she had, knowing that it would be useless to resist, and probably very painful also. "I will release you Jonathon, and then you will take off all your clothes, and lie on your back on the bed, spread-eagled. Do not even think of trying to escape little man, for my retribution will be swift, and very severe." Jonathon felt his muscles relaxing, as movement now returned to his limbs, consumed by fear, he knew that he had to try, to run from this evil apparition. He had hardly made a single step toward the doorway, when her hand rose up slightly, and a bolt of blue light flashed from her fingertips. His leg giving way beneath him, as excruciating pain seemed to cut right through his kneecap. Jonathon lay on the floor, looking up at her, seeing the smile upon her lips. "I did warn you Jonathon, let that be a lesson to you, you do not fuck with Lady Madeleine, NEVER. Now, strip, and lie on the bed." Slowly, he got to his feet, and started to remove his clothing, he was not normally shy about his body, for it was quite muscular. He was also fairly well endowed, the ladies told him, just short of 8 inches erect, and fairly thick with it. But at this moment in time, he felt shy, his cock tending to shrivel, as he tried to cover his genitals from her view. He lay on the bed, naked, but with his hands still covering his groin. "Now don't be shy Jonathon, your size is of no matter to me yet, as you will discover. Out with your arms and legs, spread yourself for your Mistress Jonathon. Yes, I said your Mistress, and if I allow you to speak, you may only refer to me as Mistress. Have you got that Jonathon?" "Yes Mistress." He managed to croak, in a subservient voice that surprised him. She raised both of her hands, pointing at the bed, and staring deep into his eyes, locking his gaze. He could not see the straps, which circled around his ankles and wrists, but he could certainly feel them. He tried to pull against them, to free his limbs, but totally without any success. She moved closer, gliding across the floor, rather than walking, her hand slipping under his head, lifting it, as she placed a pillow there. "I want you to see this Jonathon." Moving to the end of the bed, she stood before him, unfastening the tie at her neck, and letting the gown drop from her shoulders. Jonathon gasped, as the room filed with a soft white light, and his eyes at last took in the vision of her body. She turned around slowly, as Jonathon watched, marvelling at her milky white skin, and perfectly proportioned body. Lady Madeleine had long black hair, in ringlets, hanging down to her waist. The swell of her buttocks, looking soft, yet firm. She faced him, her round soft breasts heaving slightly as she breathed, the nipples hard and erect, with a purple hue about them. Her hand moved, to brush against the dark triangle of pubic hair, leading the way to her sex. He watched in fascination, as her hand slipped between her legs, and she pushed a finger upwards, between her pussy lips. Sighing as she slowly worked it in and out, and then licked it clean. "Do you like the taste of wet pussy Jonathon? Would you like to taste Mistress's cunt?" "Yes Mistress, I do, and I would love to taste you Mistress." Jonathon could not believe his ears, he had no intention of saying anything, and yet he had, "or was it someone else?" He wondered. Again she fingered herself, and then moved, to slip her finger between his lips, watching as he licked and sucked upon it. His cock was now responding, he could not help it. Tasting and eating pussy, was the one thing in the world he loved more than any other. Removing her hand, Mistress took hold of his cock, pressing it against his belly, before straddling him, and lowering her wet pussy against the length of his cock. She groaned a little, before moving slowly, and with subtle little movements, began sliding back and forth on Jonathon's shaft, wetting it thoroughly. She slid a little higher up Jonathon's torso, leaving a wet trail on his body, as she cupped a breast. "Suck it." She said to him, pushing her nipple between his lips, and moaning as he followed her command. "Oh fuck yes, bite it, pull on it, hurt me you fucker, and bite me." H bit her, not too hard at first, then increasing the pressure, as she pulled back, stretching out her nipple and tit against his teeth. She offered him the other tit, her free hand between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit. Jonathon was now enjoying this, somewhat against his will, but nevertheless, he was. "STOP" Jonathon immediately stopped biting her nipple, opening his mouth in surprise. He watched as she moved higher up his body. Rising up, so that she was hovering above him, as he stared straight at her sex. Her hands came to her lips, pulling them open, very wide open, as she lowered herself onto his mouth. Jonathon licked at her lips, now wet, and swollen, catching her fingertips as well, while she moaned softly. She tasted delicious; he could not deny that, even though he was still concerned about the eventual outcome of this scenario. She started to slide back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his mouth and tongue, one hand against the wall, the other twisting her hard nipple. "Yes, just like that Jonathon, eat me, eat your Mistress, oh fuck yes." He could not touch her, to position her pussy above his face, and had to rely totally upon her movements. She slid back a little, telling him to suck on her clit, and bite it. "Make Mistress come Jonathon, suck and bite it, pull it for fucks sake," Being in no position to argue, he bit on her rosebud, trying to push his head back into the pillow as he pulled. Hearing her screaming in pleasure. "Oh Christ I am going to come, tongue fuck me, ram it in my cunt now, go on, taste my come you fucker, now, NOW." He held his tongue rigid, as her opening seemed to expand, and took his tongue in, clenching against it, while her spasms shook all of her being. She did not gush, as Jonathon had feared she might. Worrying that if she squirted, as had happened with other women, he might even drown in her wine. It trickled free from her cunt slowly, allowing him to drink, and savour at her fountain. Licking her, sucking when he could, and generally lapping at this vibrant cunt above his face. She moved off his body, standing by the bed, and looking down at him, with lust filled eyes, now almost half closed. "Close your eyes, Mistress desires to taste her come on your face." He did as ordered, retreating into temporary blindness, and waiting expectantly. Jonathon was now sure that he was going to die on this night. He could see no other outcome, and he also knew that he could not get out of it. His bonds were too tight, and this woman, this thing, had complete control of his body. His whole being belonged to her now, and maybe even forever. Her hot breath came first, softly grazing the skin on his face, quickly followed by her tongue, the tip slowly licking around his mouth. It was the most erotic thing that he had ever experienced, making his cock throb with excitement and anticipation. Almost as if she was reading his mind, Jonathon felt her fingers wrap around his shaft, as she started to stroke it. Licking slowly all over Jonathon's face, she stroked his cock relentlessly, occasionally moaning to herself. He felt her hair, trailing across his face, and her breath close to his ear, as she released his cock. Without warning, she gripped Jonathon's throat, in a vice like manner, and hissed into his ear. "Remember little man, I am the one in control here, and even if you want to come, no matter what I do, you will not be able to. I control both yourself, and your body, and you will only be able to come when I say so." He opened his eyes, in shock at the strength of her grip, and the severity of her words. He watched, as she moved again, settling between his legs, and taking hold of his rock hard dick, cooing gently, almost talking to it. He felt it first, in his cock, a strengthening almost, a sharp pain that made him jump a little. He tried to raise his head more, to look closer, and stared in abject horror. His cock was growing, fattening out, and increasing in length, as this thing above him talked to it. In what seemed to be no time at all, his almost 8 inches was now 10 inches plus, he was sure of it, and it was fatter, the veins throbbing, and standing out now. She looked at him, an evil smile on her lips, her voice once again husky and sultry. "That`s more like it little man, if Mistress is to be filled, and stretched, then it must be done properly eh?" He said nothing; fearful now, terrified even, of what she might do next. Holding him with two hands now, she licked at the heads, lapping at the steady stream of precum that was now oozing free of him. It felt wonderful and the excitement, combined with the fear, was a lethal combination. He wanted so bad to come, to get his release, and shoot his load out. Squeezing his leg and groin muscles, he tried, My God how he tried. She flashed her dark eyes at him, and once again hissed, in her horrible crackly voice. "When I say little man, and not before." Her hand left his cock, grabbing at his balls, and squeezing HARD, making him scream out in agony. Dismissing his scream with a cursory glance, she opened her mouth wide. Struggling almost, to push the head of his cock between her lips. Again he watched in disbelief, as her mouth seemed to stretch, almost like elastic, to take his cock in. She immediately took him deep, he could feel her throat, as his cock touched it, and her muscles squeezed him. She had deep throated him, on the very first thrust, her nose against his groin as she sucked, and licked him. Closing his eyes, Jonathon tried to relax, to ease the feelings welling up inside, the need to orgasm, to feel the release of his sperm, but it was useless, she had him, and there was not a thing that he could do about it. She fucked him with her mouth; there was no other way to describe it. Her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, rubbing her clit with one hand, and groaning in pleasure, until she came. Shouting and screaming in pleasure, her orgasm wracking her body, as her teeth scraped on Jonathon's dick. Slowly she released him, before rising up, onto her knees, her pussy directly over his engorged cock. "Would you like Mistress to fuck you now little man?" "Yes Mistress." He replied feebly "What sort of an answer is that you little fucker you. Do you want your cock in my cunt or what? Dont be shy, you can tell me, I wont bite, you, well, not yet." She laughed at him, that horrible cackle once more grating on his ears. "Yes Mistress, I want you to fuck me, to take me, make me your slave and fuck me hard, please Mistress, PLEASE." Bad Moon Risin' Jonathon was relieved to see that this was the response she had required, as her hand held his cock upright, and she lowered her body slowly onto him. Her pussy looked so small, next to his now extended throbbing cock, but she was not concerned as far as he could see. Her lips parting opening, and stretching around his shaft, as she inexorably lowered herself onto him. He could feel the inner walls of her pussy, tight against his dick, as he went deeper inside, eventually, feeling the head of his cock against what he guessed to be her cervix. She groaned, just the once, and then placing both of her hands on his chest, she started riding him. Gripping the base of his cock with her muscle, when he was fully immersed, and pulling upwards. Before releasing him for the downward stroke. Although he had been ridden many times before, Jonathon had never known anything like this. A creature of unknown origin she may have been, but she surely knew how to fuck. Every nerve in his body was alive, as electric shocks seemingly coursed through him. He pushed upwards with his hips, trying to match her thrusts, ramming his dick in as best he could, considering his predicament. She went on, and on, he could not believe how long she rode him for, "this endless night lasting forever now," he thought. "COME YOU BASTARD NOW, fill me, fill my cunt, for fucks sake yes, YES COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME" She took him by surprise, and like she had said, he came at her command, screaming out in pain, as his semen flew from him, harder, in voluminous amounts that astounded him. Sweat poured from his forehead, mixing with the tears coming from his eyes. She used her sex to milk him, almost sucking on his cock, taking every drop that he had to offer, and more maybe. She leant forward, still joined at the hips, and pulled out the pillow from under his head. Looking at him, she smiled, letting him at last see all of her teeth. His scream was stifled in an instant, by the pillow that she placed over his head, and Jonathon was plunged into darkness. He could hear sirens, in the distance, getting louder, as he slowly opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in his car, behind the wheel, with the headlights shining up into the sky. The car was a wreck, he knew that instantly, and was thankful that he had been wearing his seatbelt. He felt no pain, and could move both of his legs and his arms. Looking at the display on the dashboard, he noted the time and date. 12:01am Tuesday 1 November "It could not be surely," he thought to himself, the storm, and the farmhouse. He looked in the rear view mirror, shifting a little for a better view. He still had on his dog collar, even if it was itching a little. He moved his hand, to ease the itching, pulling the dog collar down. Then he saw them, two little holes, pinpricks almost, caked, in dried blood. Bad Moon Rising People often say that, as you grow older, you start noticing with greater clarity what’s going on around you. Now I always wrote that off with every other saying like, school years are your best, you have to be pretty to count, diamonds are a girl’s best friend and so on. Now unfortunately I must admit that lately I have been noticing things around me, things I don’t think I’m all to keen on noticing. My solution to this was to buy a diary. Not to original I must admit but hey, it’s worked for others so why not me. Anyway, instead of starting with “Dear Diary” I think I’ll just cut straight to the chase. My name is Sally, I’m relatively good looking, I’ve relatively good grades which I get at a relatively good University, I’m relatively poor so I live with my relatively normal family in a relatively safe neighborhood. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m normal. Now up to about my last birthday, I just turned 19, I thought our family was normal but nice. Sometimes I must confess, I fantasized about some excitement. Now I’m starting to think I was dreadfully wrong. I first noticed “funny things” when our new neighbors arrived. They seemed fine at first but there was just something not quite right. Then Ma started going over a lot. She’s been unhappy since my father’s death, 18 years ago he got run over by a lawn mower. Recently however, that changed and I have been left to get reacquainted with a mother who whistles (rather badly) to the Beatles in the morning. At this point, after reading what I just wrote I must admit I kindda want to call myself an idiot. Your mother who’s been a sour old bitch suddenly blooms into this nice, pretty thing who’s happy all the time. Heck I should run over and kiss my neighbors feet and his sons just for good measure. However I hesitate to do so for several reasons which I shall state below. Firstly they do not have a dog. Wait for it. Secondly there’s howling every night coming from their place. Do not even think for a second it’s the TV. “Dear, can I come in?” “Sure Ma, it’s open.” “Here’s your ironing darling, all neatly folded. Do make sure you put it away now won’t you?” “Of course.” “Oh and dear?” “Yeah?” “I’m going out with Jeremy, you remember Jeremy? Well, I really don’t think it would be safe for you to stay here on your own so I invited his sons over.” “What? I’m 19 I’m perfectly safe. I know how to handle a gun and I don’t need a stranger in my house.” “Dear, look, sit down.” “I’m sitting.” “Oh, well look hunny I know this is a bit sudden, but, Jeremy and I are getting married.” “Oh.” “So as we plan to live together after the wedding it would be good for you to get to know your brothers a bit better.” “I see. Well, congratulations, I hope he makes you happy, heck as long as you keep doing my laundry I really don’t care. Just kidding. So am I invited?” “To what dear.” “The wedding.” “Why of course darling. Now look I’ve got to get ready, I’ll give you all the details later. Now remember to be nice to Richard and Gilbert.” “Yes Ma.” Wow, wow, what? Married? Oh dear, what if I don’t like him? What if I don’t like him so much I have to leave? I can’t afford that! Ok, it can’t be that bad, all those things I saw can’t be true. It’s just my imagination, now where’s that diary. I better burn it. Oh, gosh all those stories about dreadful brothers and what they do to your private stuff. Well as long as I make it clear that they can’t steal my dirty laundry or walk in without knocking then we’ll be fine. I can handle this, I can, I’m a strong mature adult there is no need to panic. After all, my mother is getting married, I should be happy for her she obviously is. I need to take a shower. Of all the annoying habits, needing to take a shower when I’m nervous why can’t I just pace? “Oh, sorry Ma, didn’t know you where in there.” What was that? It looked like a molting werewolf having a shave. I didn’t know my mother was so hairy, especially in those parts. I didn’t know anybody was that hairy there. Please God this does not mean I’ll developed a full grown beard down to my knees as I get older. I should have paid more attention in biology class; I’d be able to know everything, even the percentage of hair I’m likely to grow because of our mutual hairy gene or whatever they’re called. “Hun, it’s the doorbell, can you get that?” “Sure!” “Hello?” “Hi, I’m Richard.” “Oh, do come in, nice dog. Where’s Gilbert? I was under the impression that you where both coming over.” “Yeah, he couldn’t make it. Last minute adjustments on an important deal at work, you know how it is. He said it would take him all evening to finish.” “Oh. Ok.” 1:00 Well that wasn’t too bad. He likes movies and art. Big plus, sure he likes football but at least he doesn’t play. He has a good job, though for the life of me I can’t remember what it is. I wonder why two grown boys live with their father, especially since they both have good, well paid jobs. The overall impression was nice, I especially liked that gorgeous dog of his, couldn’t stop petting him all night. I wonder where they keep him; I’ve never seen a kennel or anything. At least it explains that dreadful howling, I can even forgive Rover for it. He was so lovely and that silky fur, oh! Well I better stop thinking about tonight, it’s so time for bed and I’m dreadfully sleepy. Wha- what? What? Not again! Instead of Rover they should have called that dog Siren. I’ve never heard anything like that howl of his, its dreadful! I have to get ear-muffs. Hey wait a minute, I’m going to be related to that dog, I can go and complain. Well if you have the right, for God’s sake exercise it before your eardrums burst! “Open up!!!! Richard, open this door right now! You can’t be asleep with that howling going on, so open the damn door before I break it in!” “Shhhh, you’ll wake the neighbors. Now go home, it’s late.” “Richard I’ll be damned if I’m going home, now let me in, I want to know what’s going on. What are you doing to that poor dog?” “Dad can I let her in?” “Yeah.” “Come on in.” “Well it’s about, what the fuck????” I did not see that, I did not see that, I did not see that. Please, pretty please I did not see that. “Dad, I think she’s freaked out.” “Give her here Richard, don’t you know not to keep a lady standing? Especially, a lady in shock.” “Shut up Gil.” “Don’t YOU touch me.” “Sally its ok; I’m not going to hurt you.” “Not going to hurt me???? You just turned from a nice dog into a human and you expect me to believe a word you say??? Don’t touch me!!! Let me go, LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!! HELP!!! SOMEBODY, HELP!!! M-mmm-mm-MM!!!” “Richard, Dad, look I think I should handle this. You both have important things to do tomorrow. I’ll explain everything to her.” “You sure man, I mean, she’s really struggling.” “Yeah son, are you sure you can handle her?” “It’s fine. Just a minor inconvenience, by tomorrow morning it’ll all have been worked out. We were going to have to do this anyway so better it’s over and done with. Now off you go, goodnight.” “Night man.” “Night son.” “Now Sally, listen, I’m just going to wait till you stop struggling and then I’ll explain everything to you. I won’t hurt you I promise.” HELP! HELP! Help? Wimper... This has got to be a dream; a mad, dog-human thing is holding me captive. Sounds like a newspaper headline. Ok, let’s think this through rationally. I’m getting really tired of struggling, number one, I’m kindda thirsty, number two, and if he was going to kill me he would have done it earlier. It would have been a lot quicker and a lot more painless, for him. Anyway, I liked him as a dog so what’s to say I won’t like him now. Sure he’s weird but aren’t we all, a bit? Maybe I should give him a chance. Bottom line he’s stronger than me so I might as well succumb to the inevitable, whatever that may or may not be. I think I’ll stop struggling now, I’m really thirsty. Maybe he’ll get me a glass of water. “Sally? Ok, if you’re ready to listen, nod your head.” That’s kind of hard when it’s being crushed to your chest you idiot! Nod. God I’m exhausted, I couldn’t move if I wanted to, most inconvenient really. “Now listen closely, I’m not letting go of your mouth cause what I’m about to say will probably come as a shock. I’m a werewolf.” No kidding, I would never have guessed. I do watch movies you nit, get on with it, I’m really thirsty now. “There’s more. This too could come as a shock but, here goes. You’re a werewolf too.” “H-mmmm-mmm!” “What? Oh, sorry, I’ll take my hand off your mouth now but I’m not releasing you completely.” “I’m no werewolf. I think I would have noticed the excessive hair, the howling, the shape changing and most of all the love of human harts and the allergy to silver. So I’m sorry but your way off the mark wolfy, oh dear, that doesn’t mean your going to eat me does it?” “No, um look. I’m afraid all those stories are a little off. Werewolves don’t eat meat, but fruit. We love silver, we’re very romantic, mate for life and only a small proportion of us change monthly. Mostly we can control our bodies completely.” “Fruit? You’ve got to be kidding, are you really telling me that werewolves are just nice, cuddly freaks?” “You could put it that way, yeah.” “Fine but that still doesn’t explain why you think I’m one of you.” “It’s very simple really, your mother is.” “Oh, I see. Well that does explain a lot. Um, could you shift a little? I’m getting a crick in my neck and if possible I’d like some water.” “I’ll carry you to the kitchen.” “Better?” “Yes thank you. I have a few questions now if you could oblige me.” “Sure, you comfy?” “Yes thank you, your chest is very nice. Now, why didn’t my mother tell me?” “After her mate died she fell into a depression. Till she met my father, you could say she didn’t give a damn about anything.” “Ok. Next. How can you howl all night without the neighbors complaining?” “Only werewolves can hear each other howl.” “Oh. I guess my next question is why are you howling?” “I’m lonely and it’s a way of calling my soul mate to me.” “Your soul mate?” “Yeah.” “Any luck?” “Not yet.” I’m really sleepy now, I can feel my eyelids drifting shut. Oh, no, not good, not good. However nice and comfy his chest is it’s not advisable to fall asleep on a werewolf one’s just met. It’s not polite either, especially when he’s telling you how lonely and sexually deprived he is. M-mmm, sleep, it sounds so nice, maybe if I just close my eyes and listen to him for a little while longer... Oh, I feel so refreshed. M-mmm, he smells good, must be a special were cologne. Uhh, go away light. I hate the way it edges round your tightly sealed lids and pops in, makes my head ache. Maybe if I shift and bury my head in his armpit, ah better. My God, he smells yummy. You know, that dreadfully alluring masculine sent that just whispers of good, oh so good violent sex. Then if your lucky he caries you off to bed and makes soft love to you till your so sated you can’t move. That sent, mmm, my toes are tingling. Obviously I need a boyfriend, desperately. “Morning bro!” “Shhh, she’s sleeping. Get the door before they ring, quick!!!” “Sure bro, cool it. It’s only Val.” “Hey Val.” “Morning Richard! Why are you whispering?” “Your daughter’s still asleep, my dad’s in the kitchen and there’s fresh coffee and melon.” “Im n asleeeep.” “Yeah right, come join us when you’re capable of speech, come on Richard.” “M-mmm-mmm.” “You ready to wake up sleepy head?” “N if yo keep doin tha.” “Like having your hair stroked eh?” “Mmmmm.” Like it? I love it. Ooooh, yeah. My hair has always been very sensitive, my scalp tingles all over with tiny pricks of pleasure. That after all is why I keep it waist length. The sensations turn me on something shocking and my bones melt into slush. Once a man’s hands are in my hair, I’m lost. Like that, oh yes, more, more, mmmmm. Yeah, yes, like that, ohhh!!! “Mmmm.” “Come on goldilocks it’s really time to get up if you want breakfast. Now open your eyes, come on, that’s right.” “Morning. That, was, divine. Thanks.” “Your welcome, it was a pleasure.” Uh, I hate the first movement of the day. Ok, do it slowly, collect your muscles and push up and voila I’m sitting. Oh, sitting on something big and incredibly hard. Ok, if there were any doubts in my mind there gone, he just blushed. Looks dreadfully appealing on him. Actually now that I can see him better he is gorgeous. M-m-m. Long chestnut hair, green eyes, a very strong handsome face and what a body! Well good morning to you too you handsome werewolf, what would I like for breakfast? Well we could start by what’s in your pants, mmmm, by the feel of it, it would be a mouthful. One juicy, mouthwatering, mouthful. Dear me he looks embarrassed. “Gilbert?” “I’m sorry Sally, I always get one in the morning.” Always? That’s supposed to stop me drooling all over you? Bad strategy gorgeous. “Um Sally? Could you get up?” “What? Oh, yeah, sure.” Shit, cool move. Let him know your drooling, idiot. Now at least rise with dignity and grace, even though your legs are made of jelly. Almost standing, ok, now step and walk. Ohhh, shit. The floor should definitely not be advancing towards me at that angle. “Wow, Sally. Gotcha, you ok?” “Yeah, do you usually keep a ball as a living room ornament?” “Sorry about that, you know how it is, bachelor pad.” “Oh, ohhh, you can uh, let me go now.” “Right, sorry. Kitchen is that way.” My that was steamy, one more minute and I’d be tearing his clothes off. Who would have thought that in the space of a few hours I would come from a screaming, quivering wreck to wanting to be a screaming, quivering wreck. But next time, somewhere more comfortable, like his bed. My that ass, ok I give up if he’s willing I’ve got to have a taste. He is just too perfect, he smells too good, he looks too good and he’s far too nice to just let him pass me by. “Morning!” “Morning Ma. Morning, Jeremy, Richard. Ohh, melon, good I’m starving.” “Want something to drink?” “Yes please Gilbert, do you have milk?” “Sure.” “You still drink milk? Val?” “Come on Jeremy, it’s good for her bones. Anyway, just because you don’t like it...” “Fine! I was just commenting.” “Yeah Ma, if Jeremy wants to be a baby and make silly comments let him.” “Hey. Serves me right, now I know what it’s like to be ganged up on by women. I feel dreadfully used.” “Gil, did you hear that? He’s saying they gang up better than we do!” “Yeah, I heard, why don’t we make him regret it?” “Oh no, please have mercy on your poor father.” “He’s mocking us isn’t he Val?” “Yes I do believe so Gil. Sally come sit by me, this should be fun.” That certainly was fun. All that banter, I’ve never experienced anything like it before. Ma was amazing, she was so happy I couldn’t believe it, she practically sparkled with joy. Jeremy was the same, the looks they kept sending each other. They are so in love it’s wonderful; it’s so wonderful I find I really don’t mind that we’re all werewolves. It’s kindda fun actually. But now I have more important things to attend to, I’m going to seduce a werewolf, it’s going to be a big one... Ha, ha, and it’s all going to be official and above board. It has been suggested that Gilbert and I spend the day together, to bond. He has absolutely no idea what he’s in for. Ma has though; she was so supportive when I told her. She told me straight that I need a good werewolf to take care of my needs like her Jeremy now takes care of her. When she said it she actually giggled, giggled! “Sally, I’m ready. So, what do you want to do today?” “Well, I was planning on going shopping, but I’m sure you’re not in for it so...” “Nonsense if that’s what you want to do, fine. I’ll even come in handy, carrying the parcels.” “Really? Oh, your wonderful thank you so much. You know I could really use a male opinion too. It’s so hard to figure out what men like.” “Oh, ok. Where to?” “The mall of course, drive James and don’t spare the horses.” “Yes my lady.” What a lovely day, spring has always been my favorite season. Perfect, everything alive and growing, reaching towards the sun. It always has a way of putting me in a ridiculously good mood. Mind you, so does anticipation and a good car ride. The wind blowing in my hair, teasing my neck. I wonder if he feels the same way, I guess he must do to have this kind of car. Hmmm, bliss. “We’re here, lead the way.” “Follow me, my trusty pack horse.” “Don’t over do it, I draw a line at eating oats.” “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Here we are, our first stop.” “Sally, that’s a lingerie store.” “I know silly. Come on, they have some really gorgeous stuff in here. Sure it’s a little expensive but the quality’s fab and anyway I’ve been saving up since last year so don’t worry, I can afford it. Ohhh, look at all this stuff!” “Can I help you?” “No thanks, we’re fine.” “Why did you send her away?” “Well let’s see, I know my size and I know what I want. That a good enough reason? Oh, that’s nice; I’ll have this and this and that... Ok, I think that’s enough stuff for a while, now where are the changing rooms, aha! Come on!” “Wait a minute. I’m coming with you?” “Definitely, I really need a male perspective on all of this. What I might like might not be the sort of thing a bloke would like and naughty underwear is definitely for the man’s benefit.” “Sally I’m not doing this, I’m sure you’re judgment is just fine.” “Oh come on Gilbert, please? Pretty please? It would be such a help. Don’t make me grovel on my knees in public, please?” “No.” “It’s not like you’re not going to see me in underwear, I mean we’re going to be living together soon. Please, I really need a second opinion. Please, please, please???” “You’re not going to stop are you?” “No.” “Fine then, fine. Have it you’re way, but at least promise to take my criticism well. I don’t want a crazy woman trying to tare my hair out.” “Scout’s honor. Great, so now all we need is a private changing room and aha! In here, come on I won’t bite.” Which one should I try on first? Something not so risqué for starters and then, on, on, to the hotter stuff. Baby I’m going to light your fire, you’re going to want me so bad you’re eyes will cross. I think the black and blue one first and then the red. These corset things are quite easy to put on, check that I haven’t missed a hook, panties, stocking attached to garter belt, ok, I’m ready. It looks good, cups my full breasts and gives them a perfect lift, clings to my tiny waist and certainly makes the best of my legs. Now all I need to do is let my hair loose and... “I’m coming out.” Fling the curtain aside, lean sexily against wall, let him have a good look. Float over, turn, turn and stop. “Sooo, what do you think?” “It’s uh, nice.” “Yes isn’t it. Look, its silk, feel it isn’t it just the sexiest material ever?” “Yeah.” God I’m wet, just his hand on my hip and I’m ready. Restraining myself from just jumping him is going to be harder than I thought. Lean over. “And look, it cups my tits perfectly, don’t you think?” “Yeah.” Strut to mirror and pout. “You know I’m not sure, do you think the thong is a bit much? Maybe it reveals too much, I heard that can be a turn off.” “No, it’s just fine.” “You think it’s sexy?” “Yes.” “Really? Oh good that settles it. I’ll be back in a sec.” Where’s the red one? My hands are trembling, cool it Sally, cool it. I wonder how he’s going to cope with this one, it really pushes my tits up but barely covers them, part of my nipples are already showing and if I take a deep breath I’m sure they’ll pop out completely. Bad Moon Rising “Coming out!” “Jesus!” “What, is it that bad? I thought the color would look good on me. Oh dear, it does doesn’t it, it looks dreadful. I’ll go take it off.” “No, Sally wait. It looks really good, I just didn’t expect you to ware something so, I mean...” “It is a bit risky isn’t it? But if the reaction I got from you is anything to go by, my boyfriend is going to love this.” “You have a boyfriend?” “Well, no but. I really want one, recently I’ve been so horny, all the time. I just think it’s time to go out with someone.” Today was a total success. I tried on at least a hundred outfits for him, it made me feel so sexy. Once he got into it he really had some interesting things to say. I also learnt allot. Let’s see, he doesn’t like brown and is turned on verrrry easily. He especially likes red and green, thongs and stay-up stockings. He prefers silk to cotton and when he’s really excited makes this little noise right in the back of his throat that has my knees buckling. I can’t wait for the second part of my operation seduction. Ma was so helpful, she’s clued the guys on so that even though I’ve invited them all to dinner they declined. Leaving Gilbert at my mercy. I’ve got exactly one hour. Let’s see, I’ve had a bath, done my hair, smoothed on lotion, sprayed myself with perfume, I’m warring his favorite lingerie set and a sexy little violet dress with high-heels. Now all I have to do is prepare the fruit salad and lay the table. There goes the door-bell. “Coming! Good evening, flowers? Oh, they’re lovely. Do come in. Make yourself comfortable while I put these in a vase.” Dum, dum, dum, now which one will go with red roses? Hmmm, a plain one I think. There we are, fill it with water and... “Gilbert? What?” “You’ve got such a tiny waist, I can fit my hands round it with ease.” “You do have big hands, you know.” “Shhh, what I’m trying to say is that you’re so fragile I fear that I’ll lose control and hurt you. But darling, I’ve come to the end of my tether, that dress and the candle-lit table, I just... When I turn you around they’ll be no turning back, so if I read the signs wrong say so now...Oh baby.” His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, mmm, it’s like molten fire. I’m drowning, it’s taking me over. My legs have gone week, I’m sure I’d fall if he wasn’t pressing me against the sink. I can feel myself soaking my panties as his tongue strokes mine, seducing it out through my lips into his mouth. He tastes sublime, I need to feel his hair against my fingers. “O-hhhhhh!” His hands are on my ass, squeezing and caressing me so forcefully all I can do is pant and feel the pleasure of the contractions in my hungry pussy. He’s staring into my eyes as he parts my legs and lifts me to press against him. “Ahhhhh-h, please I can’t stand it. Take me now, please.” “Tell me what you feel, how you need to feel.” “I’m desperate, please Gilbert, fuck me. I need to feel your cock up my slutty cunt!” Oh, he’s so savage, he’s ripped my panties off and OHHH, he’s so big! Oh my God, he’s ripping me apart but the pleasure... “YES, YES fuck me, oh G-GOD! Faster, u-hhhhhhhhhh! Faster.” “Your so tight, fuck you’re TIGHT. That’s it squeeze my cock, milk me!!!” I can feel the pleasure exploding behind my eyes as my orgasm starts to roll from my bashed and abused clit all the way through my body... “Y-ssssssssssssssssssssssssss. OUU-OUUUUUUUU.” “I’m COMMING, SH-IT!!!! OUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!” “Darling are you ok?” “Never better.” “Good, let’s take this to a bed shall we?” “You’re not um, spent?” “Darling who have you been fucking all these years, of course I’m not spent.” Thank you God. He’s so strong and he smells fantastic, it won’t spoil his concentration if I just place a little kiss on his shoulder, will it? Just one little taste... “Oh. Baby stop, or we’ll never make it.” Knowing one has power over a lover is definitely exhilarating, even with the knowledge that he has equal power over you. It brings me to heights never before imagined; I’m so turned on, the feel of his strong arms around me gently cradling me to his body. I can feel his slightly erratic breathing pounding through my body as if we were one. “Now you are safely deposited on the bed, my Lady, you may do as you wish with me.” “Sounds promising. I can do anything?” “Yes.” “Then my darling, stand. Now close your eyes and wait.” Where did I put my silk scarf? There you are, now to blindfold my love. “A blindfold?” “Scared?” “No.” “Good.” Ok, pace yourself, one button at a time while trailing your tongue ever so slowly down his neck. A nip on the shoulder and slip it off. Caress his torso with your hands and graze his nipples ever so slightly. He gasped, mmm, undo top button with lips, man that was hard, make sure you nudge his erection through his pants. Slide the zipper down while grabbing his ass, let his pants fall to the floor. Dispose of shoes and gently lower his boxers to the floor, no contact. A kiss on his knee, the inside of his thigh and totally pass him over end with a peck on the mouth. “This way, careful the bed, now lie down on your back. Don’t move a muscle.” This is going to be fun, at last I’ll be able to use those exercises I’ve been practicing all these years. Remember control. Lower yourself down on him inch by inch, shit that feels good. Control, control, slowly. “Baby, what? O-hhhhHH!!!” Squeeze and ripple up and down, contract, relax, contract and ripple. Oh-hhhh. I’m not going to last long, he just throbbed. Fuck, he did it again! “Ahhhhh-h. YES!” “That’s it, come here, kiss me. Now. M-mmmm. Rap those long legs round my waist.” “Darling, what are you doing?” “Getting in a better position, so I can fuck you.” “On your knees?” “Do you question my knowledge, wench?” “No, my lord.” “That’s better, but I’m going to have to punish you.” “What? Ouch! My ass!!! Oh my... OH! Yes, spank me, spank your naughty girl! Sp-ank me!!!” “My little slut likes that, doesn’t she?” “Yes, yes, YES!” The friction on my c-lit against him every time he spanks me... OHHHH! I’m being rocked on his dick, yes slap me, fuck me oh yes!!! “So my little wolf, you want to come don’t you?” “Yes, make me come!” “Plead with me to forgive your naughtiness.” “Plea-se, forgive your little slut, your naughty wolf. Please!! Ohhh, forgive me, I’m beg-ging you to please!!!” What? No, don’t lift me off please, yes, toss me over. Slam into me, yes, yes!!!! Fuck me from behind, FUCK ME! “Fuck me, yes, yes, ram your slut. Faster! O-hhhh!!! Harder, YES, YES, PLEASE OH YES!!!!!!!!!! OU-UUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!” “That’s it clench those muscles on my cock, fuck yes, I’M COMMING!!! UHHHH-OU-UUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” “Rise and shine, sleepy head its breakfast time.” “Brefst?” “That’s right, now open those stunning eyes, I’ve got strawberries and cream!” “Arberys?” “Yes my love now give me a kiss, m-mmmmm, oh Sally. I tell you what, the strawberries can wait.” “Oh no you dnt. Those strawberries have my name on them. I stake my claim now.” “Darling before you bound down the stairs I have a confession to make.” “Ok, but make it quick, I’m starved. If you remember a certain person made me skip dinner.” “Worth every minute, now sit down. This might sound like a silly question but, have you been sleeping well?” “Why are you asking?” “Just answer the question.” “No.” “Why?” ”You’re going to think I’m crazy, but, the last few months I would wake up every night with the feeling that someone was in the room with me. You think I’m nuts right?” “On the contrary it’s what I wanted to confess about. I saw you when we first arrived and fell madly in love with you. I didn’t know how to approach you so I snuck into your room at night. I’m sorry but I couldn’t help it.” “Oh.” “Are you angry?” “Nope, just incredibly hungry. Look I practically fell in love with you at first sight too, so I totally sympathize. Anyway, no harm done, I just might want to go to bed more often than usual, do you mind?” “No.” “Good that settles it, now please can we go and eat?” The end.