Pounding Heart *For Black Bart & I*

[temptresss]

I run down the dark stone corridor my silk slippers falling quietly on the slate, I fling myself into the nearest open doorway, slamming it shut. I heave my slight body against the cold door - hoping and praying that I’ve gone undetected. I wait… my breath catching in ragged gasps in my parched throat…. my heart beats loudly in my ears as my wide, crystalline blue eyes dart around the room - looking for shelter… seeking any refuge - the only things in the room are a large four poster bed and various wardrobes filled with masquerade costumes, I know this because I helped put them away after the last sinfully decadent ball.

I manage to hold my breath - straining to listen...yes, I can hear a noise, it sounds like heavy footfalls, coming towards my den of safety and I know it’s you. I tremble and goose-flesh covers my ivory skin. I’ve seen what your insatiable hunger can be like with others, I’ve heard from those who witnessed you devouring them… with no regard for their will, for their desires, their lives. I can only hope that my haven in this tapestry covered room will protect me, from your penetrating eyes, from your carnal need for untouched flesh.

I ken you must have a chaste one… therefore I fear I am in grave danger of being your next pillage. I know that it is I you seek ….. for I am the only one within a days journey who can satiate your animalistic yearning. My hand tightens on the door awaiting my inevitable fate.

Suddenly a feeling that I’m not familiar with begins to spread over me - I’ve heard that within close proximity you can control the yearning of innocents and I anticipate that is what is happening within me now. I can hear you just outside the door and simultaneously can feel a gnawing, throbbing heat begin to grow within me……………….

 

[BLACK BART]

I stood outside the closed door and ran my hand across it’s smooth surface, remembering the day the tree was felled for it’s oak wood, the smooth, cool feel of it taking me back three hundred years.

It had been a simpler time them, the land and people were new to each other, and with less people there were also less troubles.

Troubles such as I had now, who barred themselves inside the room, and smelled so very delicious. I hadn’t been this aroused for too many years, and now as the virgin hid inside her haven I felt that hunger growing.

“Lass, open the door I will be forced to break through it, you’ve only slowed the inevitable and made me angry.”

I spoke loudly to make my baritone voice heard through the two-inch thick barrier, my hand still on the carefully tooled surface as my nostrils smelled her sex.

Inside I knew his an erotic beauty, the flash of her eyes and high cheeks had made me want her the first time I laid my eyes upon her, and when I had caught her expression when she entered the last of the ball my want had increased ten-fold. It was at that moment I knew I wouldn’t let her go, rather I’d add her to my collection, and that no power on this earth would prevent me from taking the treasure she possessed.

“OPEN…..THE…..DOOR”

I growled, feeling my lust grow, and with it the changing that always came with it, my body reshaping and growing to slowly rip the clothes I wore into shreds.

And yet I remained calm, using the experience and knowledge gained over the many centuries to control my beast, knowing the terror the woman felt now would grow tenfold when I came through the door.

"Last chance................. wench"

I watched my hand change as well, the fingers and nails elongating to twice the natural size as I drew it back and formed it into a fist.

"Your.....time.....is..... UP"

The fist hit the door, followed by my bare shoulder, to rip it from the frame and slam it against the wall inside.

"There's no use to hide Lass, I can smell your fear AND your arousal, I've come for you as you knew I would."

In three steps I crossed the room, my control gone as I swatted a chair out of my way and gripped the ancient tapestry, tugging it off it's anchors to fall to the floor in a heap that kicked and squealed.

"It would have gone much easier for you"

My voice was distorted from the "changing" as my hands gripped the wild tangle of hair rising from the tapestry, and with a tug I brought the wench to her feet.

"Why do you humans always have to be so much trouble?"

I growled and bared my fanged teeth, then leaned forward to scent her body as my tongue flicked out to taste the flesh of her neck and face

 

[temptresss]

*Gasping breath* I remind myself of the necessities of life, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale - I worry that with this paralizing fear growing inside me I may forget to do just that… breath...

There the sound is again - the beast on the other side of the door, running his claws over it… a faint sound but one that resonates through my ears like thunder on a humid summer afternoon. I have managed to brace a small, antique chest of drawers against the door but I know that this will do nothing to deter the hunger of this creature.

I begin to tremble uncontrollably as I hear him boom through the door.

“Lass, open the door I will be forced to break through it, you’ve only slowed the inevitable and made me angry.”

He is right, I have only slowed the inevitable - I’ve witnessed his strength, I know what he is capable of. I begin to back away from the doorway, in disbelief that my limbs still obey my commands. Running my hand down the front of my bodice I cannot ignore the slick wetness that I now feel between my legs, my quim feeling hot and feverish. Something I have never felt before, I am confused and scared as it throbs so hypnotically.

“OPEN…..THE…..DOOR” he orders in his savage, brutish tone.

“Please, sire, no…… please have mercy on me…” I mew in an almost inaudible voice.

“Spare me milord, my father is a wealthy land owner and merchant and will pay any price you require”… I know my little voice wasn’t making it to him and if it did, it would be like trying to bargain with satan himself.

"Last chance wench" the carnal sadist growled.

“please, no, no, no…” my body is racked with a sudden flush of heat and I take two more steps towards the wall. My knees are weak with despair and my breath is now coming in throaty rasps.

"Time's UP" - a guttural, animalistic yell - it’s as if his voice has changed and lowered 3 octaves.

The door slams open and flies off it’s hinges; before me stands an awesome sight. The handsome man that I have known as the master of this large manor-house for years is still recognizable in the beast but just barely.

He stands several feet taller and now in the place of a slender gentleman stands a muscled, barbarian, wild-thing. All the muscles of the human body are greatly exaggerated; quadrupled in size, Trapezius, Deltoids, Pectorals -all huge and overgrown. Biceps, triceps and Latissimus Dorsi - hulking with size unimaginable on a man. His stomach is knotted with rigid abdominal muscles and the sinew continues down his hips where shreds of his trousers, the only garment remaining on him, hang. I can see the outline of his massive, throbbing member straining against what material is left, the thickness of it shocking me, for I know what he intends to do with it.

With that thought I am filled with a spasm and convulsion, the temperature in my moist slit rises even more. A small part of me now wants to present my glistening sex to him it’s an urge I am fighting with all of the strength left in me. I quickly duck behind the closest armoire.

He stands snorting hot breath out of his mouth now filled with elongated fangs. He reaches out with clawed hands, his wolf-like yellow eyes on me.

"There's no use to hide Lass, I can smell your fear AND your arousal, I've come for you as you knew I would."

“Sire, is there nothing I can say, nothing I can do to ...please, please…..no”

He reaches for the tapestry pinned to the wall and brings it down on top of me. I’m now shrouded in darkness and for a second I feel safe, but that feeling disappears when he grabs a handful of my long, golden, curly tresses

"It would have gone much easier for you" he exclaims in a gravelly tone

"Why do you humans always have to be so much trouble?"

I am panting now, like a cornered creature, my blue eyes are wide with fear and my body trembles in his hold, my sex now convulsing and pulsing as it is near now to the source of this wicked magic.

He peels back a corner of the tapestry with one hand and holds me with ease in the other - we are face to face and I can see the his pulse beating under his now darker skin at his temple. His body is now lightly covered with beast-like fur and his ardent breath pants against my tear stained cheek.

He parts his lips, exposing two very long canine teeth and a long, wet, pink tongue. He darts from between his lips and licks the side of my face down to my collar bone, as if he’s sampling my flavor.

I lock eyes with my captor and speak as steadily as my trembling body will allow.

“I am speaking to the lord of this manor house, not to you beast. Please sire, if you are in there, if you can hear my pleas, stop this beast from taking my innocence, ravishing me and killing me.”

I continued speaking, as he appeared to be listening

“Milord, I know you are a good man or what-ever it is you are - you know me, I have come to help you here many times with your lavish costume parties on account that you have no mistress of the house.”

I locked eyes with the beast, I saw something soften in his enraged stare. I lowered my eyes to show respect for this hulking animal and I continued.

“I am an innocent, a good woman with only hope for a good union - without my innocence or my beauty I will have nothing, is there no way you can take what you need without deflowering me and scarring my face?”

The softness in his eyes grew and his lips turned up ever so slightly… he let out a low huffing, sniffing sound and he turned his eyes downward to at first my breasts - one of which was dangerously close to coming loose from my corset and then lower down to my slit hidden beneath my full skirts.

His pupils enlarged and I could see a struggle was taking place within him.
I managed to squirm one hand free and I reached out and touched his cheek.

He carried me over to the bed and lightly tossed me down onto the ample feather duvet. He now stood towering over me - short snorting breaths coming from him, his pulsating man-hood, or beast-hood now, beginning to pop the stitches on the shreds that were once his trousers.

His eyes glazed over again and a thin stream of saliva dripped from his elongated fangs.

“Mmmmmmmmm wench, your sex is prepared to slake my desire, I can sense your readiness”.

He was right, something had definitely happened to my quim, I had no knowledge of what that was exactly but I sensed this was a point of no return. I shut my eyes and let the waves of heat consume me as tears rolled slowly down my cheeks.
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[BLACK BART]

"Talon, you will call Me Master Talon, for that is the name I wore before I was turned into THIS, and I want you to know who truly claims you tonight, and each time in the future."

Standing beside the bed I gripped her ankle, preventing the frightened woman from sliding away from me, my other handing going to the remnants of what had recently been the finest of suits.

"I claim you tonight lass, and with my mark and scent on your body you will belong to none other."

The fabric protested and gave, my cock springing free and lifting it's proud purple head into the air, the eyes of the woman going to it and her eyes widening in fear.

"Do NOT fight me wench, I will take your virgin body and make you mine, I do not wish you dead but warn you if you fight?"

My hands gripping her many skirts I pulled them in opposite directions, the muscles of my arms, chest and belly rippling as I stripped the first layer and listened to her scream.

"Scream Lass, if it makes you feel better"

I laughed at her as her long, tanned legs came into sight and my hands gripped her bodice to shred it next.

"Soon you will be crying a different tune, one I will teach you over, and over, until it flows off your lips as music does my viola"

With another tug I bared her full breasts, my eyes going to them as I hooked a thumb in her pantaloons and tore them away, my lips curling in an evil image of lust and want.

"You've the body of a Princess, but the tan of a peasant, which one are you lass?"

Spitting on my fingers I moved them to her sex, and with a secure grip on her now bare ankle I forced her legs open to fondle her sex, then slide a finger into it.

"Open yourself wench, or I will stop being kind and rape you without making you ready, or perhaps you prefer the pain?"

My words taunted her mind, her body quaking as she whimpered and slowly obeyed, allowing my second finger to penetrate her tightness and draw a gasp from her.

"Ahhhh, I see my Princess is a slut after all, and that she has given herslf pleasure before, haven't you?"

It was more of an accusation than a question, and as the woman turned her head and eyes from me I laughed and slapped her tender breast.

"LOOK at ME, when I speak to you, or SUFFER the consequences!"

My voice barked and growled as I continued to fondle her hapless body, the head of my cock inches from her and twitching as if it had a life of it's own.

"Answer ME!"

I demanded and with a whimper she turned her eyes to mine, her head nodding slowly in acknowledgment of my accusation, my laugh echoing off the walls in return.

"You have made yourself pleasure, but now you will find TRUE joy, as I rape your body and make you MINE"

Pulling my fingers from her damp sex I drew her closer to me, the head of my cock rubbing her lower lips and drawing a cry of fear from deep within her throat.

"It will hurt, burn as if you are in HELL, but then as you loosen the pleasure will come"

I promised and guided my cock head between her nether lips and with a thrust pushed myself into her.

"Nooooooooo, pleeeeeeease?"

Her cry followed her bodies violation and I smiled in return, gripping her knees as I began to thrust deeper and deeper into her until I felt the thin barrier of her maidenhood.

"As long as LIVE, you belong to ME, only my DEATH, will set you FREE"

It was an ancient incantation, and with it the candle lit room became dark, the wicks dying as one as I drove my full length into her and broke past the tiny barrier, the womans body twisting and bucking under me as I held her helpless with my massive hands and renewed my assault.

"Scream Lass and feel my male lust in you, your life as a free woman has ended"

 

[temptresss]

When he lashed out at me in his guttural tone I knew that my pleas had fallen on deaf ears.

"Talon, you will call Me Master Talon, for that is the name I wore before I was turned into THIS, and I want you to know who truly claims you tonight, and each time in the future."

I tried scrambling up the bed scratching at the fine linens, trying to grasp a hand hold of something to pull myself away from his clutches. My screams and pleas becoming more desperate, buffeting the walls and resonating through the stone chamber.

The daemon of a beast grabbed my ankle with one massive, claw-filled talon and in one swift motion, disrobed me with the other. I was exposed to his engorged, towering member. It jutted out aggressively, now free from it’s cage of cloth. Beneath it, two profuse sacks hung low like a pendulum creating a counterweight for it’s massive size.

I could hear him talking in his deep gravelly voice, but his words jumbled together in my panicked mind. I gathered that I was his, would be his prey, his prize, his mouse to pounce on.

A sinking sensation coursed through my veins like ice water from a glacial stream. I now knew, unequivocally, unalterably and undeniably I was not getting out of this room unscathed.

My leg stung where he held me, his grip tight and sure.

"Scream Lass, if it makes you feel better"

I felt the waves of his magic coming over me more intensely now, like a burning itch from poison oak - only sweetened with some sort of saccharine urge. Thoughts of pain and pleasure, fear and addiction whirled through my clouded mind it was too much to bear, too much to take stock of all at once.

I felt his massive paws on me, ripping my corset off as if it were made of paper rather than strong canvas. My ample breasts sprung free and reacted to the frigid air in the room, the nipples hardening into stiff pink peaks. I willed them not to, for fear that he would become even more aroused and engorged than he was now. This beast, this monster, Talon.

The thrumming spell washed over me, my ice cold panic now mingling with volcanic heat. I felt a searing pain as he thrust one of his thick fingers into the folds of my core and slowly pumped it in and out of me. I had spied our stable hand do this very thing to Letty our maid; only she giggling when she was fucked by his hand and our stable boy’s fingers weren’t the size of a regular man’s cock.

"Open yourself wench, or I will stop being kind and rape you without making you ready, or perhaps you prefer the pain?"

I bucked and strained against his hold, hips thrashing wildly, trying to escape the sting of his intrusion, trying to make this nagging itch go away. I in-took a sharp breath of air as he forced a second finger within my slick folds working it against my lips, his knuckle grazing the pearl that lay hidden in the folds of delicate skin.

I was instantly filled with shame and disgrace as the mounting heat was unarguably turning into pleasure, a similar type of pleasure that I had found on my own in the privacy of the night when the house lay sleeping. Talon slapped my full breast, causing the skin to turn a soft pink color and the nipple to harden even more.

I lay there underneath his massive frame, totally exposed, completely vulnerable. My breath coming in quick little bursts like an animal panting in the heat. I could smell him, sweet and overpoweringly pungent the smell mixed with the scent of my fear and sex. He somehow knew that I had touched myself in the cover of the night, my cheeks turned an even more scarlet color. How was it possible that I had any modesty left in me?

My attention focused to his digits buried in my sex, the lips shiny with wetness against their will. I was savvy to the fact that he had yet to tear my maidenhood - despite the burning and stinging that I now felt, I could feel his fingers meet with my barrier as he pumped in and out of me. I continued to writhe against his motions, my hips moving in figure-eights to try dislodge his hand to no avail.

I squeezed my eyes tight and hoped that this assault would end soon, that he would tire of his new toy, perhaps if I played dead like the mouse often does with the cat that toys with it - I might be able to escape. My thoughts were interrupted as he lowered his weight towards my stripped, disrobed figure and removed his fingers from between my legs.

His thick rod was poised like a massive dagger, the head a battle ram ready to attack and plunder my fortress.

I wasn’t ready for the pain, for the searing torment that ripped through my center as his broad beast-hood infiltrated my sex. I bit my lip and tried to squeeze my thighs together to shake this unwanted predator.

"Nooooooooo, pleeeeeeease" I cried out at the moment I could feel something within me tear loose and my body’s only interior defenses gave way to his onslaught, My innocence now gone, replacing it was a bubbling volcano of torridity.

"As long as I LIVE, you belong to ME, only my DEATH, will set you FREE"

I wept as he incanted over my feeble and powerless form. He was still within my tight walls, I could feel the raid going deeper and deeper until it felt like I would split into two pieces.

I began to pound my fists against his rock hard, broad chest, letting myself scream. I let loose the anguish and grief of my lost virtue. I knew that my subtle force would do no good against his pounding strength, but it felt good to fight back, to release some of my pent up rage. “Shame on you beast, how could you?” I cried “Disgrace upon you Talon”.

There was a pause, a split second and I managed to use it to my advantage and somehow, by some miracle to roll out from under his hold. My naked body rolled onto the floor and I darted for the doorway that now had no door on it.

My legs burned as I pumped them as fast as they would go down the corridor. I didn’t turn to look how close he was behind me, I just used every second that I had as an opportunity to put ground beneath myself and him.

I took a quick right into a spiral stairwell, I decended, skipping 3 steps at a time. Hurtling my form downwards, I knew this obstacle would slow him down due to the narrow nature of this passage. Hope filled my chest as I thought for a second I may get away.

Despair rang through my mind as my bare right foot slipped on the last step and I felt another fresh wave of pain sear through my body as my ankle rolled on the cold granite.

I hit the ground hard and rolled with the momentum, my body crashed into the rock wall at the base of the stairs - yet none of this came close to the physical punishment I had endured upstairs.

I scrambled to get up but couldn’t due to the pain. I looked down and took stock of my situation. A thin stream of blood mixed with my juices was trickling down from my exposed sex and bruising instantly bloomed on my ankle. I let out a whimper at my new situation.

I tried to drag myself under the stair where a dark corner could possibly serve as refuge but the pain was too great and my strength was leaving me. I curled into a tight little ball at the base of the steps and tucked my head into my chest. My chin resting against my large bare breasts, I lay there on the frigid ground and awaited my fate.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I can hear your pounding heart wench"

I smiled and moved down the steps, my eyes adjusting to the darkness quicker than a humans could, my nostrils flaring as I scented her sex and the blood mixed with it.

"I can smell your fear, your anger, and even the arousal you refused to give into."

Step by careful step I moved closer to her, her ragged breathing roaring like a storm in my ears, until I stood over her nude and trembling figure.

"Such a waste. You are a beautiful thing, and had you let me, I would have brought you to pleasures you've never dreamed of, but now?"


My hands touched her body, searching for and finding the wounded ankle, the heat of her tiny limb in my hand making my eyes open as I realized what she had done to herself.

"You've broken your ankle, fleeing into my dungeons, had you fallen sooner you might have broken your neck"

With a hand I gripped her hair and tilted her head, forcing her to look into my eyes, and smiling as I saw pain and defiance mixed in them.

"The steps are too narrow for me to carry you up them in my arms wench, and you can not remain down here, my wolves run free in this level and had I not found you so quickly?"

I grinned, lifting her tiny and vulnerable form into my arms, then shifted her body so her breasts rested on the muscled planes of my back, my hand moving between her thighs to steady her.

To retrace my steps and slowly make my way up the winding stairs, enjoying the feel of her full breasts rubbing against my back as I fondled her sex.

"You've put me in a difficult position Lass"

I admitted as we returned to the ground floor and crossed the Grand Halls floor.

"I need you with me on the dance floor tonight, and yet you've done this to yourself"

With a shrug I shifted her into my arms, her tangled hair covering half her face and breasts, until I brushed it away with a finger and smiled at the tiny urchin in my arms.

"I can not heal you in the form I am in, and injured as you are you can not escape, so it seems your only hope lies in me."

Moving to the grand stairs I grinned, the width of them making it easy now to carry her, and admire the erotic curves of her body as she lay helpless in my arms.

"I will take you to the Master Bedroom, and once there I must change, or soon that break will fester and spread, making your lasts days alive most unpleasant."

Down the hall I carried her, and through the massive, custom built doors we moved, until I laid her gently on the surface of my own bed.

"Lie still and watch if you can Lass, it is not a pretty sight to see the beast merge with it's human counter part, nor is it pain free"

 

[temptresss]

I felt the softness of his bed underneath me and marvele at the memory of the gentle way in which he carried me here to his personal space.

I was so certain that this beast, who was once a man that I had respected, cared for and perhaps even loved, would rip me apart when he found me at the base of the stairs - instead he was gentle ~ somewhat reminding me of the lord that I once knew.

I took in a ragged sigh and tried to pull myself together as best I could, my eyes following him around the room as he paced back and forth. I ran my hand through my massive mess of golden curls, smoothing it back. I pulled some of the covers over my exposed form, both for modesty's sake and for warmth - for I had begun to shake uncontrollably since my fall. Perhaps it was shock from the broken bone setting in, perhaps it was the realization that I was captive to this monster with no hope for escape, perhaps it was even the powerful magic that he had cast over me - that caused me to yearn for him despite my loathing of him.

I sat there on this bed, his bed, where he lay every night and could smell his maleness on the sheets - could see his personal belongings on the dark hardwood dresser and very much felt like a lamb in a dragon's lair. What a beautiful lair it was though - in all my visits here to this manor I had never stepped foot in this wing. The ceiling was at least 20 feet high, the walls were dark paneled mahogany, buffed to a deep shine. The bed that I rest on had four massive posts jutting up from the mattress and a dark brocade canopy crowned it.

I shut my eyes from exhaustion, only for a moment, and memories flooded my mind of his colossal, veined shaft as it tore into me, into my virginal flesh and I was overcome with such a mix of emotions... the least of which I expected to feel was lust. My cheeks colored and I hoped he could not read minds as I would sooner die then have him know that his spell was taking effect.

"What do you plan to do with me?" I asked into the quiet air between us.

"Sire, ... after tearing me apart, the least you owe me is an acknowledgment of my question."

"Beast!" "WHAT IS YOUR WILL FOR ME?”
“TALON, ANSWER ME!!!”

Nothing - he didn't respond, only continued his pacing back and forth across the hand woven persian rug.

I reached out next to me, my anger at being ignored, raped, broken and held prisoner bubbling over, and grabbed the closest thing to me, a small oil lamp. I hurled at his pacing figure, hitting him square on his side. The lamp shattered and a few glass fragments stuck into his muscular flesh and produced droplets of red blood.

I couldn't believe it but I felt bad, bad for cutting him and making him bleed. What was happening to me? I should want him dead on the spot. Why would I possibly feel any regret for hurting him after what he had done to me???

I braced myself for the lashing I would probably receive... squeezed my eyes shut anticipating unknown terrors...but Talon did nothing.
I looked to where the glass stuck out from his flesh and held my hand out as if to reach out to him. I slowly lowered my arm and crawled deeper into the coverlet...so mixed up and dazed at the intense feelings that I was apparently succumbing to.

I assumed the change he was speaking of was going to happen soon as his pacing grew more frantic and I pulled the covers more tightly over me afraid of what I was about to witness.

 

[BLACK BART]

Normally the change only came after the moon had passed it's zenith, but now with the wounded woman on my bed it was necessary to return to my human state. So much depended on it, and so very much of it I couldn't share with her, at least not in this stage of the game. I paced and drew my anger around me like a dark cloaking, willing the painful metamorphic and feeling the beast fight me, the growl in it's throat telling me it was his time and that he resented having to share it.

It was the tiny pain of the glass that finally triggered it. With a wild howl the beast dropped to his knees, his muscled body twisting and writhing as it shrank, the snapping of bones and gnashing of teeth clear in the air as his flesh pulsed and slowly became mine once again.

And then it was over, with a human hand I gripped the edge of the bed and lifted myself to my feet, to see the frightened face peering out from under the covers.

"My name is Matthew Talon, Miss........?"

I smiled and felt my own muscles move my lips into place, my brown eyes regarding the woman in my bed and wondering how she had gotten there.

"I assume we know each other, or else why would you be in my bed in such a state?"

I was confused. I knew the beast had forced the change but not why. And his reason for doing so must be a desperate one for her never shared his time on earth. The woman in my bed was the key I realized, and as I looked at her fair but frightened features I realized I was nude before her and covered in the slime from the "changing".

"Pardon me Miss, but it seems I need a bath and a change of clothes, perhaps you'd allow me to do so and when I return you can introduce yourself?"

 

[temptresss]

I sat there dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I had pulled my long lean legs up to my body so that I was curled into a ball tucked deep within the feather coverlet as I watched the Beast metamorphosize into Sir Matthew.

The transformation was not a pretty sight to behold, it looked so incredibly painful and very violent. There was blood and some sort of thick viscous material that covered him after his ‘change’ and I could tell he was clearly disorientated not only by his appearance but by what ne next said.

"I assume we know each other, or else why would you be in my bed in such a state?"

My god - did he not remember me? But I had been here at his manor so many times before, as his guest (arranged by my wealthy, conspiring father of course) to assist with parties and to provide company on long winter afternoons.

After-all, just moments before these terrifying events had occurred I was here for the afternoon to assist in the set up of this evening’s masquerade ball.


My eyes scanned his, yes this was the Matthew that I had grown so fond of -I had no doubt - this was no impostor - no black magic apparition in front of me. I would recognize his form anywhere because of the warm feelings of admiration that I had had for him for quite some time now. Matthew Talon was amongst the group of gentlemen that my father was busy trying to arrange a marriage with, but I had never sensed that Sir Talon had felt anything for me other than perhaps gratitude for my assistance with his parties.

The fact that I was so forgettable stung quite a bit - I did not know why I felt this way now, after-all this man was a beast mere moments before, a beast that had ravished me and ripped my innocence from me and treated me like a piece of carrion.

My eyes roved over his naked body, admiring his well built chest, his lean yet powerful arms and his hard flat stomach. They dipped lower and examined his flaccid maleness hanging there; I let out a little sigh of a gasp as I noticed he was still very large in his human form and even whilst in his passive state.

"Pardon me Miss, but it seems I need a bath and a change of clothes, perhaps you'd allow me to do so and when I return you can introduce yourself?"


“S.s.s.s..” I tried to speak but couldn’t get the words out.

“S.s.s Sir Talon, Wait!” There success three words was I able to let escape my trembling lips.

“Sir Talon, It is I, Addison Campbell.” once again I smoothed my cascading blond hair back and wiped the now drying tears from my face.

“We have met many times before sire.”

“Do you have no recollection of what just took place?.” I asked, accusatory eyes fixed on his.

I wondered if I should believe whatever it was he had to say - or if this was just a part of the beast’s trap.

I fell back into the covers not waiting to hear his response, what would it matter anyway? I was here in his massive bed, with a broken ankle, which was throbbing quite badly now, and no way to escape. Even if I did manage to somehow flee, what would I tell my father about my naked bruised form upon returning home and my sudden lack of maidenhead? As if he would even begin believe the crazy truth that had just transpired.

I waited for the master of the house to get back from bathing and stared up at the canopy of the bed. As I lay there with my limbs curled up towards my body a deep heavy need for sleep took over my tired and sore form. I fought it for a few moments and then let the sweet healing powers of rest envelope me like a warm embrace from a trusted friend.
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[BLACK BART]

It returned to me in the shower. The memories that the beast always gave back last, his final defiance for letting me back into my own body, the vessel we shared due to a deal made so many centuries ago.

The woman in bed was, as she claimed, Miss Addison Campbell, a Lady who I favored and if her father would have his way, should marry. In truth she was a friend, a small word to sum, but to a man in my position, a man of dual lives would be more accurate, a friend was a precious thing.

The beast had raped her.He had made sure that memories was foremost in my mind, he placed it there as another might place a trophy on the mantle, to show it and use it as bragging rights.

And then she had tried to escape, something I applauded her for, but knew the futility of, for the beast wasn't a mortal thing and you couldn't define his abilities by mortal standards, once he was on your trail it was for eternity and there was sadly, no escape.

I dressed, not back into the foppish finery of the time, but a more comfortable pant and open shirt, knowing now why the beast had allowed my return so early as well as what I must do to help the poor woman.

"Addison, I'm sorry, for everything, you must believe me?"

I offered immediately upon my re-entrance into the room and moved directly to my bed.

"The "changing" you see, memories return last and it leaves my mind, lets say "confused"?

The Lady had burrowed under the covers of the bed, her face the only visible part of her and showing confusion and fear. And yet I knew we had little time for me to be sympathetic if I were to truly help her.

"Lady Addison, I apologize for the atrocities you've suffered, the beast has made it known of your injuries and allowed me to return to tend to them, it may be difficult but I need you to trust me, and show me your injuries? ALL of them?"

 

[temptresss]

I wake hearing him speak; his normally soft voice is strong with conviction and earnest regret.

"Addison, I'm sorry, for everything, you must believe me?"

I swallow and await what he will say next, clutching the coverlet with my fingers, the memories of my brutalization flooding back into my mind.

"The "changing" you see, memories return last and it leaves my mind, lets say "confused"

*Hmmmf, leaves you confused master?... what should I say about feeling confused?* I thought in my mind. *I TRUSTED YOU and now I am naught but a wanton whore* I so badly wanted to scream out at Sir Matthew, but he was my only ally so I dared not reveal the anger that was simmering under the surface.

"Lady Addison, I apologize for the atrocities you've suffered, the beast has made it known of your injuries and allowed me to return to tend to them, it may be difficult but I need you to trust me, and show me your injuries? ALL of them?"

I sat up, wincing in pain as I moved, my short sleep having worn off the narcotic effects of my shock.

"Sir Matthew, please, help me flee, before he comes back, before I am in danger of facing the beast Talon again, I don't think I could withstand another ravishing..."

I spoke as I shuffled to the edge of the bed, careful not to use my injured leg as I did so, ohhh, it was so grotesquely swollen now.

I raised my eyes up to meet his, so thankful for his kindness, yet so internally confused - he was after-all part of the thing that had done this to me.

"Sir Matthew, I fear it is my ankle that is the worst off." I spoke as I revealed the break to him.

"The other injuries, well, I sustained those, d..d...ddur...during the rape".

I lowered my eyes shyly and pulled the coverlet back; trusting him as the doctor he was, he had done house calls at our home regularly and I had felt comfortable with him before, but this was different...very different.

I sat there perched on the edge of his giant bed, utterly exposed to his concerned eyes. My young full tits, perky and jutting out defiantly; My legs crossed at first, clenched tightly shut. I knew he must clean the wounds lest they might turn septic and cause infection so I slowly spread my long colt-like legs apart revealing my sex. The soft blonde curls were matted with blood, and my puss was torn a little at the very lower part of the opening. Something had torn inside as well, I felt skin rip upon the beasts entry, that I knew was my maidenhead, something that all the marvels of modern medicine could not fix. There were scratches on my thighs that were red and had drawn blood from when the animal had tried to pry my legs open. The other small bruises that adorned my body were superficial, caused only in the struggle of the brawl.

I let out a ragged sigh and attempted a smile at Sir Matthew, to show that I trusted him, that I would place the remnants of my broken self in his hands.

 

[BLACK BART]

I knew.

KNEW what the beast had done to her, his memories had become MY memories, and though my mind revolted at the atrocities done to her body, my own body wasn't.

"I can heal all but the one Addison, that one is, I'm afraid, lost forever"

Her body was bared to me, the exquisite beauty of it shining past her injuries and making me want her, the guilt I felt offsetting the lust just enough to tend to her wounds.

"Addison, I will heal you, but you must promise NOT to leave me after I do, what happens takes much energy from me and I need your promise you will not flee?"

She didn't understand. Who could? To be brutally raped and then be asked to stay in the house it happened? But to her courage and characters credit she nodded and took my hand.

"Close your eyes Addison and remain calm"

There was no need for my black bag, this wasn't going to be the typical house call to tend to cramps, bruises or the occasional "womans time", all I needed I had in the form of my two hands.

I started with the least of her injuries, knowing the cuts and scratches would draw the least energy, and saving the worst for the very last.

Addison's body moved under him as I touched the fullness of her breast and covered the wounds with his palm, then bucked as she felt the spark of energy cross over from my body to hers.

"Do not worry Addison, you are being healed, not harmed further, you have my word."

I promised and met her fluttering eyes with my smile, then moved to the deeper cuts near her sex and held my hand there until she nodded.

"The deeper the wound the greater power I must use, though you will heal instantly and bear no scars"

I spoke softly and watched her body buck again as the transference was made, my eyes holding hers as I moved again and again.

"There is no shame in crying out"

I offered and slid two fingers into her sex, to repair the tearing I knew the beast enjoyed so much, my free hand moving to her shoulder to steady her.

"No pleasure on my part in doing this"

And then the transfer was made again, the largest amount of pure energy crossing over and throwing her body into the air.

"The worst for last"

I spoke and sighed, knowing the woman had passed out and that I would use the time to set the broken bones, then heal it.

I was grateful for her not being awake, she didn't have to feel the pain that was going to come, and I didn't have to shield my eyes from her body as I admired it openly, and began to understand why the beast chose her.

"You are a beauty Addison"

I spoke the words and set the bones, keeping my hands firmly in place as the transfer began for the final time.

"I can see why he wants YOU as his bride"

And then the energy leaped, draining me as I knew it would, to heal the abused woman and leave me on the bed beside her, as unknowing and uncaring as the bliss of sleep made us both.

 

[temptresss]

"I can heal all but the one Addison, that one is, I'm afraid, lost forever"

“I understand Sir Matthew, I had guessed as much.” I spoke through lowered dark eyelashes, feeling the tears drip one by one silently down my pink cheeks.

I sat open ready for the healing to begin and then he asked me an inconceivable thing.

"Addison, I will heal you, but you must promise NOT to leave me after I do, what happens takes much energy from me and I need your promise you will not flee?"

“Wh...wha...what?”….”But...bu…. noooooo… I can’t stay!” “He could be back any moment!”

I saw the earnest in his request, felt the gravity in his tone… paused for a moment and nodded my head of curls and gave him my hand as his palm waited turned up, waiting for mine to be placed in his.

"Close your eyes Addison and remain calm"

I took his hand, gave it a little squeeze, feeling his warm fingers brush mine. Safe, I felt safe and let out an exhale.

The safe feeling didn’t last long as I felt pain everywhere that he touched me, a kind of surging of power… I couldn’t explain what was happening to me, for I didn’t know, for I had never experienced anything of the sort before.

"Do not worry Addison, you are being healed, not harmed further, you have my word."

He smiled at me, a kind tender smile, one of regret of what had happened to me, one of sadness at the state I was in. *God, what must you think about me Sir, what thoughts of disgust must be going through your mind… it is still I, your evening companion, your decorator, your friend… only a little worse for wear* I thought as he moved his hand to hover over my sex. I could tell he was waiting for permission to do what he must. The terror swelled in my heart again at the memory of being torn almost in half and I repressed it. Nodding again, granting him my acquiescence.

"The deeper the wound the greater power I must use, though you will heal instantly and bear no scars"

I felt his two, warm slender fingers dip into my sex. Fingers that had turned pages as he read to me from great volumes of adventure and intrigue, Fingers that had helped tie my cape when we went and visited the pastures on cold winter afternoons, fingers that had held my hand as he kissed it politely good night so many times.

"No pleasure on my part in doing this"

No doubt there was no pleasure, I was a mess, a tragic mess that this good man was getting his hands dirty with. Shame crept over me and...

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

An immense surge pulsed through my body and almost lifted me off the bed with it’s power. I felt consciousness slipping away, slipping out of my grasp.

The last words I heard as darkness closed in on me were "I can see why he want's you as his bride."

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I came to, laying on the covers, feeling fresh, invigorated and unharmed, had it all been a bad dream?

I looked around as I gained my bearings and saw that I was still naked, and covered in streaks of rust colored blood, but my injuries were shockingly gone, vanished as if by magic, and I felt strong, fully recovered, stronger than before.

No, not a bad dream. A real life nightmare, and most definitely not a figment of my imagination. Sir Matthew lay there next to me, looking so peaceful, so at rest.

My mind raced at what healing me must have taken out of him, how tiring it must have been. I pulled the covers over him and placed a soft lingering kiss of thanks on his forehead.

I stood, testing my ankle tentatively at first, and after a moment I realized it was fully healed. *thank you sir* I thought as I glanced in his direction, resting there on his giant bed.

I looked around for something to clothe my naked form and began to plot my best means of escape. Guilt crept over me though, as I had told Sir Matthew that I would stay.

I concluded that I would bathe the events of this day away and decide whether to stay or go after my bath was complete.

I crept into the master suite’s bathroom, another luxurious room, tiled from floor to ceiling with little cream colored turkish pieces of glass. The wash basin had a unique pump that levered hot water through pipes from the kitchen boiler, Sir Matthew had shown me this modern marvel before. I remembered how to work it and filled the tub with scalding water, my hands suddenly trembling - I sought refuge in the clear, hot liquid.

I dipped my toes in first and then lowered my body into the large basin, it was deep enough for me to be immersed up to my collar bone. I let out a sigh and the tension inside me, black and knotted up like poison began to ebb away. Tears ran freely as I scoured myself with a rough sea-sponge… scrubbing to remove the memory of the beast. Shaking and trembling I took this time to heal myself, my other, physical wounds healed by Sir Matthew, I needed now to cleanse myself, my mind and body of dried blood, the beast’s sweat and precum. I soaped and lathered and washed until the water was cold and stood up, feeling somewhat better about the whole situation.

I wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel and tiptoed back into the bedroom. Sir Matthew’s last words that I had heard echoing through my mind... "I can see why he want's you as his bride."

It was this that caused me to make up my mind the way I did. I looked over at the still sleeping lord of this manor and silently whispered ‘I’m sorry’.

I continued out the door, knowing where I must head, the only room in the house with clothing for a woman, the room where it had all happened - the costume storage room.

I took a deep breath, knowing exactly where the dress I wanted was stored, it would be a quick in and out, I would try not to look at the the shattered furniture the splintered door, the blood, my blood.

I left a trail of wet footprints to the room just a few doors down from Sir Matthew’s room, and entered without hesitation without pause, lest I might loose my nerve.

I shielded my eyes from the violent sight of what had transpired there and went to the back cabinet. I pulled out a deep blood red gown, fit for a fine lady. The brocade of the bodice was stiff and restraining and the skirts were full and softly flowing. It was sleeveless and low cut, meant to tempt men and tease them with the mask that went along to match it… the mask of a she-devil, wicked, grinning, red as the gown. I dropped the mask for I had no need for it and left the room to get dressed in the hall, not wanting to be there a moment longer. All this time Matthew’s words playing over and over in my mind... "I can see why he want's you as his bride."
Why, what did that mean? Could it be?

I was almost dressed, my fingers moving skillfully as I buttoned and and laced myself into this gown, when I heard something from inside Sir Matthew’s room.
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[BLACK BART]

"Addison?"

I woke. Weak,the world spinning and my body hurting in ways that it hadn't for centuries as I tried to sit and fail.

"Addison?"

I called the name again, not knowing why as I smelled the scent melded to the sheet and opened my eyes wide.

I didn't need to look to know what it was. I could SMELL it, and with the scent I knew the face of the name I had called but a minute ago.

And so did the beast!

"Noooooooooo"

I groaned and fought him, feeling the changing coming on while I was still weak.

"You can't, she's not willing!"

"But I can, and I will, you see I've marked her already and SHE IS MINE"

The beast corrected me and thrust his power through me like a knife, ripping my mind and body with the pain he always used to control me.

I had warned her, my last coherent thoughts, not to leave me....But I hadn't explained that by staying close to me her scent would keep the beast feeling secure. By her leaving it had only enraged the beast and given him the anger and power he needed to force his way out of me.

"You should NOT do this!"

And then it was blank.


"Time for me to find my bride"

The beast growled and rose from the bed, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the scent of His woman and let it guide him.

"Come to me my pretty thing and I will not hurt you this time"

Low and growled the words were clearly human, the beasts lips curling as he smelled the fear of the woman and he knew she had heard him.

"You can't run. You can't hide. Remember the pain you caused yourself last time and how the Doctor had to heal you? He is too weak to do it again...and I will not let you die"

Oh yes, the beast smelled her fear and tore the door off she hid behind, to find her trembling against the wall with hands raised to cover her fair breasts, her eyes wide at the knowledge he might be able to read her thoughts.

"No Addison, not your thoughts, but your fear. I have had my prey leap off of cliffs when running from me, choosing death rather then face the unknown"

Nostrils flaring and eyes glowing the beast moved a talon to her dress and tugged at it, then laughed softly as she whimpered and he breathed deep of her scent.

"I will lay with you again sweet Addison, and you will feel the pleasures I can give you, or I will RAPE you and keep you as my toy, what choice shall you make?"

 

[temptresss]

"Addison?"

I could hear Sir Matthew calling me from the bedroom. Ahhh thank god, I had thought that… I shuddered and shook my head, I didn’t actually want to think about what crossed my mind…

I turned to walk towards the room, to do the only decent thing and wish him goodbye in person and to thank him for healing my wounds.

I had taken only a few steps towards the master bedroom and then I hear a distinctly different voice, ringing out against the stone walls.

"Come to me my pretty thing and I will not hurt you this time" "You can't run. You can't hide. Remember the pain you caused yourself last time and how the Doctor had to heal you? He is too weak to do it again...and I will not let you die"

I ducked behind the nearest doorway but it was too late - he had seen me and stalked over to my impromptu hiding spot.

I cowered against the wall, protecting my breasts as I had not had time to finish lacing the swirling red gown. This couldn’t be happening again, it was impossible. I had just somewhat recovered from the last attack. How, why, what had I done to deserve this evil torture?

He reached out and grabbed the corner of my dress and slowly, teasingly pulled at it until I was tugged from the wall. I let out a small cry, unable to contain it and looked up at him and met his glowing eyes for the first time. I had never seen such hunger, not even in the pack of wolves that had descended upon our prize mare last winter. His glowing orbes had an incandescence to them, a frighteningly intense luminosity that I was unable to look away from.

"I will lay with you again sweet Addison, and you will feel the pleasures I can give you, or I will RAPE you and keep you as my toy, what choice shall you make?"

He took a hulking step back and another and another yet, his muscles and sinew ripling as he moved, until there was a great deal of space between he and I, obviously giving me the opportunity to run or to submiss.

My eyes fixed on his, my chest heaving, heart racing, mouth dry, I ever so slowly lowered myself to my knees, eyes still unfalteringly holding his deep covetous gaze.


I swallowed and held my palms up towards him, to show that I meant no sudden moves, to show that I would rather endure than to fight.


I then placed those hands on the chilly stone flooring in-front of me, the whole time maintaining his carnivorous glare, I was on all fours now, as nonresisting and obedient as I could be. I humbly lowered my eyes and ingratiatingly yielded to his request.

“Master Talon,” I let out a ragged sigh trying to keep composure, trying not to let the tears begin again, internally fighting to keep myself together, “As you can see, I have chosen to obey your command.”

“Please Master, please have mercy on me for complying to your wishes.”

I moved one hand forward towards him, then slid the other in his direction, followed by one knee and then the next, until I slowly closed the gap between us by crawling like a small child.

“Please, sir, please don’t hurt me again.”

I could hear his deep ragged breaths and I feared that he was just toying with me, that it didn’t matter if I submissively came to him or not, I guess all I could do now was remain on all fours and wait to see what was to become of me under his reign.
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[BLACK BART]

"You make a pretty sight like that slut"

The beast laughed a throaty growl and placed a wicked finger at her cheek.

"But it would be better if you were undressed and I believed you"

Laughing he slipped the finger under her chin and lifted, the razor sharp edge of the talon cutting a thin wound as Addison was brought to her feet and held there, his eyes going to the dress and the heaving breasts under it.

"I can take care of the dress with this slut, or let you save it for when we are wed, what shall it be?"

And then the beast roared, not from anger, but amusement, Addison eyes wide and horror filled at his words and the intent of them.

"So be it!"

He growled in mirth, and then slid another dagger like nail between her breasts, ripping the thread as if it were made of butter.

"Best take a deep breath slut, and hold it, else I will slice that tender belly of yours, hmmm?"

He grinned and ran his long tongue over razor sharp teeth, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent.

And in two swift thrusts he tore the dress from her waist and legs, her ivory skin bared down the middle and making her an even more desirable and erotic thing to look at.

"Take it off now Addison, I've made it easy for you"

His voice carried a timbre of something human, his eyes seeming not to glow and for a brief second, be human, to study her as she lifted her arms and obeyed.

"Very niccccccce"

He hissed and gripped her hair, to tilt her head back, as Addison stood nude and defenseless before him, his head moving forward and tongue flicking out to drag over her breast and up to the small wound that bled still.

"Both your breasssssst and your blood are delicious slut, pray that I have a hunger for only ONE tonight."

Clawed hand in her hair he half dragged, half carried her to the bedroom in which he had first raped her, the door closing with a foreboding crash and then click as he locked it and swallowed the key, his laughter hard and echoing off the draped walls as he pushed her to the bed.

"Join me slut"

He invited and laid his huge figure on the bed, his cock standing tall and proud as he grinned and gripped her wrist.

"Mount me and take the length of me if you can, I can smell your arousal and know that your body wants it second taste of thisssssss"

Stroking his massive, twitching cock he tugged her again, pulling her face to his massive staff to laugh a wicked warning.

"Mount my cock, slut, or I will gag you with it, a feat none have survived"

With his hands he gripped her upper arms, lifting and swinging her as if she were a babe, to drag her roughly over the corded muscles of his stomach and place her quivering on her knees.

"Once again I have made it easy for you slut"

He laughed and ran a finger over her mound, to growl in pleasure as he felt, then sensed the beginning of forbidden arousal.

"Take your rightful place slut"

He chuckled and pulled down on her arms, the head of his pulsing need rubbing her wet lips.

"Please me and perhaps, I will let the good Doctor tend to you.....after"

 

[temptresss]

I trembled, he spoke …

"But it would be better if you were undressed and I believed you"

… and then he cut me, his talon slicing a gash under my chin. It was nothing compared to my prior wounds, but it only added insult to injury. Making the bitter taste in my mouth for him grow worse.

“How can you not believe me? I crawled to you on all fours like a dog and you cut me?” I cried out in disbelief.

“What more do you want? If not a struggle - for you seemed displeased with that earlier in the day and not a submissive form on her knees…?”

“What, what, WHAT more do I possibly have to give you, you fucking animal?”

I cried out and out again, barraging him with questions as he slit my dress from me and dragged me to the room he had raped me in.

“Join me slut”

“Fuck you” I spat out in contempt, no longer a trembling mess, I was rather now enraged. My realization that I really could do no more to make the situation any better. I now understood that regardless of how I approached him I would be treated the same, raped, roughed up, used and abused.

I was soon pulled up onto the bed where my maidenhead was stolen from me.

“Mount me and take the length of me if you can, I can smell your arousal and know that your body wants it second taste of thisssssss”

“Wrong monster… I don’t want you… what you smell is your magic, not my arousal. Yes my cunt is wet, and dripping for your convulsing cock - but that is not I wanting you… nothing you could do could possibly make me want you. My body may respond to your spells, but my mind and heart is shut off and cold to you."

I continued to speak as for a brief fraction of a second a shadow of something human passed over his cold eyes.

“I was willing to try, somehow to try… and you took that gesture of submissive kindness and have done this.. again. So please don't be surprised when I tell you to fuck yourself sir and leave me alone.”

“Mount my cock, slut, or I will gag you with it, a feat none have survived”

He clearly didn’t hear my arguments due to his blinding arousal or perhaps he just didn’t care that I was a living being, a fragile, broken living being. Defeated, frail and incapacitated - his cruel work was making a fine mess of me.

“Maybe I don’t want to survive this beast?.. Perhaps it would be better if you killed me now and had your way with my corpse for there is nothing that I can offer you that will satiate you.” My embittered tone showed traces of having completely given up the mental struggle to survive.

He grabbed me and pulled me over his stomach and placed me on my knees.

Laughing he touched my outer lips and began to howl like a wolf when his clawed hand came in contact with my wetness.

“Take your rightful place slut”


“Please me and perhaps, I will let the good Doctor tend to you…..after”

I shook my head no. Never. Let the magic make a false lake of my cunt, let the spells harden my nipples and cause my breath to come more quickly, let my pulse thunder and my muscles tense and release. But I would never please him. Not of my own free will.

And I certainly would not be a willing bride. My heart would be made of stone and mortar to him not flesh and blood.

I set a blank expression on my face and in brazen defiance didn’t acquiesce to a single request of his.
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[BLACK BART]

"BAHHHHHH!!!!"

The beast / I roared, gripping her arms and tossing her off me to watch her body hit the wall and crumple to the floor.

"WE can FUCK any slut WE want...Torture them and then enjoy watching them die a slow and painful DEATH either in the JAWS of my wolves, or the COCKS of the two legged hounds that throng the halls. YOU were chosen as the ONE that was special, to be SPARED the fate of the others before you and to walk BESIDE US!"

WE roared and rolled from the bed, OUR clawed hand fastening in her hair and lifting her to her feet to glare at her with the combined eyes of man AND wolf.

"The moon is reaching it's zenith you foolish SLUT, the time for you to decide will quickly PASS and you will be fed to the HORDES, is THAT what you THINK you WANT? Are you so VAIN that you imagine others will worship you for you "Bravery" and follow in suit?"

Clawed hand raised to deliver a punishing blow WE stopped in mid stroke and fought the blood LUST, then laughed and let loose her hair to begin stalking back and forth before her.

"All the GRAND Ladies and Gentle Men you watched promenading before you in the hall are the SAME as WE are....the only DIFFERENCE is WE have the ability to separate BEAST from MAN and make it a more livable existence for you...and US...YOUR actions of defiance, no matter how noble...will place you in their hands until they've sated themselves with your body and then feed upon it."

We stopped and grinned, the tongue of the wolf flicking out to taste the sweat on the brow of the woman and taste her fear, the eyes of the man pleading with her to listen...to THEM, just this once...

And below the noise of several hundred voices rose and blended together, the walls and floor of the room trembling with the combined sound...and meaning...

"It's begun....THE celebration has BEGUN, THEY will dance and gorge themselves with wine and the food of man...In twelve hours the entire hall will shape shift, and their hunger will become wolfen....You will find NO escape and neither will WE....And when THEY come for you the choice will be yours only ONCE more....You will either become MY bride in front of the PACK...or the entertainment of them ALL and the next MEAL"

And then WE moved. Not towards her to force our wolfen body into her own, but away...over the bed and to the doors that covered the clothing within.

"In this wardrobe hangs two dresses....one RED, one WHITE....RED means you will be my bride and LIVE to see another moon under my protection....it also means you ACCEPT US for who and what we are....WHITE means you've chosen your death and shunned what little I can offer you. The next time I see you...dress in one of these, and speak your chosen fate to me...without words."

And then WE left, our eyes turning to watch the nude and battered form of the woman slumped to the floor, her cries of fear and pain loud and coming to our ears even through the howl of an entire horde....even as the doors closed and WE moved to take our rightful place...as their King.

 

[temptresss]

"In this wardrobe hangs two dresses....one RED, one WHITE....RED means you will be my bride and LIVE to see another moon under my protection....it also means you ACCEPT US for who and what we are....WHITE means you've chosen your death and shunned what little I can offer you. The next time I see you...dress in one of these, and speak your chosen fate to me...without words."

I lay there, a sobbing heap, my sweet friend was one with this beast - I could see it - the beast was neither one nor the other but both, and what a bitter pill to swallow that was, since my heart had gone out to Sir Matthew from the day I had met him. I had had hundreds of silly school-girl fantasies about him being my first and him being my husband and now i found out that he was one with this animal - mentally one with it.

I slowly rose - testing my feet, my battered body tired and spent from this long day of struggle. I realized it would do no good to simply offer my body to the beast to placate him - he wanted more, its as if he could read my mind and tell if I was truly submissing mind, body and soul.

I let out a ragged sigh, probably the thousandth that day and walked over to the wardrobe and opened the large ornately carved wooden doors. Just as the monster had described - there hung two very beautiful dresses. Expertly made by some very skilled tailor - hand beading and stitching with gold and silver thread brought both dresses to life, they shimmered in the candle light.

I ran my hand over both, contemplating the fate that wearing either would bring. The white a slow, painful death, most likely after a gruesome gang rape. My body would become a live meal for others like the beast. My tears fell even harder at this thought - sadness but also a strange mix of relief - at least this way my pain would end and I would no longer have to bare the suffering of the flesh.

My hand caressed the other dress, the blood red one and a different sensation came over me, much like the spell that the beast put me under to make my cunt wet for him. I felt a mix of excitement and intrigue and hope at the idea of a future as queen of all these damned creatures. Would I also undergo a transformation? Would the young I bore be half man half beast? My morbid curiosity allowed countless unmentionable thoughts to roam the darkest corners of my mind. But, it would mean being a prisoner, not free to make my own decisions, not free to live the life i wanted to live and the idea of that near killed me. Sexual fodder I could get used to being, but to be the beast's very own possession - with zero hope for escape, zero hope to fulfill my own dreams. My tears fell harder at this thought, than at the thought of being devoured while still alive.

I let yet another sigh out and placed my hand on the dress I would wear, I pulled it shimmering off the hanger and laid it out. I took a few moments, prepping myself for the stunning garment, washing in Matthew's master-bathroom (he was no where to be seen neither was any one else - but the growing noise of guests downstairs made my heart thud in my ears). After washing my tears off my face I pinned my long flowing hair up in a stylish up-twist and made my way back to the dress.

I slipped into it and was delighted to find that it was equipped with the new forward facing lacing system from Paris - I could manage to dress myself with no assistance. I did the bodice of the tight corset up and placed the matching shoes on my feet and made my way into the hall.

I padded quietly down the corridor in silken slippers, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes filling but not spilling over with tears. I took the back stair to the ballroom - knowing the maze of corridors like the back of my hand. I knew it would be useless to run so I set my face in a calm mask and readied myself for my inevitable fate.

I turned the decorative knob of the large door and felt the seldom used frame give easily. Light flooded my dark little corridor and i didn't hesitate, but stepped into the brightness of the ballroom - ready for what await me.

I heard a gasp from the huddle of people that stood closest to my entrance and it rippled outwards as group after group's conversation was stopped and all eyes in this massive gilded room fixed on me, standing there in my blood red dress.

I swallowed and tried to place a small smile on my lips as i looked around the large hall for Sir Matthew - oddly, my captor and tormentor was my only source of comfort right now and he was nowhere to be seen.

 

[BLACK BART]

The Grand Ballroom was made small by the sheer numbers of men and women that whirled over it's gleaming floors, their fine dresses and fashionably cut suits making an ever shifting and changing kaleidescope of colors that was pleasant to look at for a brief time then began to make the viewers head whirl before they were forced to turn away.

I stood in human form on the balcony that over looked the entire show, the arrival of my "betrothed" not missed and drawing my immediate attention, the color of dress she had chosen taking my breath away with it's significance and how beautiful she looked within it.

"MAKE WAY FOR YOUR QUEEN"

The words came over my lips but carried the power and throaty sound of the beast within me, and though they weren't spoken loudly the pirouetting couples split the room in half creating a wide path she could easily navigate within seconds of the last spoken word.

"Join me my LOVER"

I moved to the stairs that joined the balcony to the floor below, my eyes on her graceful beauty as she began to take the long, solitary walk towards me under the eyes of hundreds of men and women that now stood silently waiting, and studying us both.

My eyes never leaving her face, the delicate features and eyes coming into fine definition as we met and stopped, and I offered her my hand and smiled as she took it without blinking.

"Dance with me, my Queen"

The wolf spoke the words proudly and cued the music, the fragile sounds of the piano joined and filled by the stringed instruments as I placed a hand on her waist and began a slow, whirling dance that the rest quickly followed.

"Listen closely to me, my love...What happens next is a cruel and deliberate test, the men and women within this hall will change soon and so will I... they look for weakness, weakness in your body and will...They will strip you bit by bit, rend that fine dress to shreds and touch you intimately, it is the wolfen way to test the metal of the sword, their senses heightened and able to smell fear or false desire.With each touch, with each step, you must remember who you are and what I desire. Never fail in those beliefs or the knowledge that you belong to ME, and me only, and though their hands touch you they will NOT possess you, and though their lips taste you their teeth will NOT penetrate your fine skin..as long as you believe in ME"

The words were spoken as we whirled faster and faster, the room spinning in a controlled chaos as the moon outside reached it's peak...and the howl of five hundred wolves filled the room...

"Your test begins my Queen, to see if you desire me...to live...and to be my Queen"

The dance had ended...Leaving us on the far side of the Grand Room, my throne and the platform that I would consummate our marriage on the opposite side. My hands left her body and I slowly backed away, my human eyes holding her own even as the changing began and I felt my human body give way to the wolf underneath....

"Begin your walk to me when I sit at my throne Addison, keep your mind and heart true, and you will soon, truly be my Queen"

 

[temptresss]

I stood in the crimson gown shaking and wondering what was going to become of me and then I heard his voice - Sir Matthew’s, yet it was mingled with the tenor of the beast… rumbling deep from within.

"MAKE WAY FOR YOUR QUEEN"


I felt my skin flush and blood thrummed through my veins at the insinuation that I was to be queen of anything - much less this mysterious mass of gathered bodies that I knew nothing about.

"Join me my LOVER" He growled the words and to me they sounded like a loud purrrrrrrr.

I began to stride through the crowd of colorful skirts and well dressed men as they parted on his command. Each step became more confident and I could feel his energy vibe through my veins.

Before I knew it, I had crossed the span of the large Ballroom and there I was before him. Handsome, eyes lit from within and offering me his hand. I took it nervously and took a very deep breath. My fear flashing like lightening on a hot summer night.

"Dance with me, my Queen" he said to me, making my body flush with prickly heat.

“Yes sire,” I curtsied and gazed up into his glowing eyes, not bothering to hide the fact that I was very much enjoying being in his trance.

We waltzed in large graceful circles on the dance floor and he leaned close and began his explanation of what was to happen to me. The wolfen test. I gripped his hand in fear as he calmly led me around the massive dance floor of the ballroom and told me of the the violation that was about to occur… I had such little warning, he finished talking and the mass descended upon me, i had one last touch of his fingertips as we were pulled apart and he spoke hauntingly to me through the crowd .

"Begin your walk to me when I sit at my throne Addison, keep your mind and heart true, and you will soon, truly be my Queen"

My pupils dilated as they darted around the room, as they took in the sight before me. Five hundred men and women (mostly men) began to howl in a deep, booming chorus of hungry voices. I whirled around as the first hand landed on my upper shoulder from behind. I spun to ward it off and found another masculine grip was caressing my side. I pulled my arms in to my chest and spun around, the red dress flowing out around me. I knew what Sir Matthew had said would be true, I did everything to not allow fear to consume me, to not feign desire but to become one with the throbbing mass.

Everywhere around me men changed their forms just as Sir Matthew had done, their bodies contorted in pain and their human forms began morphing before my very eyes. None of the other ‘wolfen’ as he had called them were nearly as physically impressive as he. The were all slightly smaller and slightly less fierce, none were as dark either… and none possessed his beautiful incandescent eyes.

Hands began to pull and tug at my blood-red gown and the men gave way to animals as the large group around me was mostly beast, very few men remained. The placing of hands changed as well, no longer were these aristocratic manicured, elegant fingers, but they were now elongated gnarly claws and their touch was no longer gentle. It was sexual, needing, lusting and wanton.

I let my eyes raise to the throne and I could see Sir Matthew undergoing his transformation there. I locked eyes with him, assuring him hopefully as I gazed in silence, that I intended to make it through and survive this test. My eyes sought his out also to provide solace in his transformation - so that he would perhaps somehow know I was there for him as he went through what seemed to be an incredibly painful experience.

The group got hungrier and more sexually aroused, all around me these beasts salivated with massive heavy cocks standing to attention, all straining to press forward against the crowd to get a touch of my soft skin or to grasp a bit of my dress and to pull, rip and tear shreds of it away.

I tilted my head and elegant, long neck to the ceiling and let the unique energy of the room wash over me, not allowing any fear to build but turning that emotion into submissive desire. I licked my red lips and opened my arms from their clenched position, striking a rather chirst-like pose I opened myself to the beasts and almost welcomed them in.

The first bite grazed my collar bone, I didn’t bleed, the skin was not broken but the sting made me realize that I was not dreaming and these beasts were not playing. The second bite came on the back of my shoulder, where my skin was bare, the elegant red dress hanging in small shreds, only my breasts, stomach and cunt remained covered. I winced in both pain and desire as the second bite drew a small droplet of crimson. I allowed myself to arch to meet the beast the suckled my pink flesh, my body twisted to meet his need to expose myself and make myself prone to his gnashing incisors.

The room began to spin as bite after bite was placed intimately, with such lust and desire by the dozens of creatures that surrounded me, the intended effect obviously sexual and not for feeding or motivated by anger or hate. I gave into the dizzying effect and tried to lock eyes with my groom-to-be but could not see him, a brief moment of panic began to well up - I was only alright with this hazing ritual if he was here… this was all for him.

My heart began to race and I got more and more dizzy, my eyes rolled back into my head and the last thing I heard before blackness enveloped me was growling and heavy breathing.

 

[BLACK BART]

So close....this one had come so far and been SO close....

But as the pack of wolves parted....MY pack of wolves...it was evident that she too had failed...though she began the walk bravely enough the pack had defeated her...

NOT by sheer brutality and force, but by touch and caress, their growls of lust and promises of intimate touch combining to form a heady and overwhelming bliss that stopped her in her tracks.

It was over. I hung my head and watched silently, knowing it was no use to fight the choice she had made or what was to come, the pack forming a circle that slowly shrank around her as she woke and lifted her eyes to my own.

She was to begin a journey, one in which she would never be alone and would always be the center of attention, an object of sexual desire that the mass of flesh and muscle would never cease to leave alone until she breathed her last...and left us all...

I turned, my own pain hidden behind the mask of the wolf, my eyes averted as it began and I moved from my vantage point and into the halls that would take me out into the night...and the solace of solitude.


She would be Queen, the masses worshiping her as she began her journey and during it, but I would not be part of that dream....