The Lure of the Pack (34 page)

The sliding bolt from the outside brought an inner sense of
dread to the pain racked man on the operating table.

“It’s time for another course of treatment my darling, then
you can relax overnight.” Doctor Lana Franke slowly, some would say erotically,
snapped on another pair of latex gloves. “I want to toy with you a little
further Oliver, then we can talk about tomorrow.”

There was no sound from Piper, only a stifled grunt, his
breathing heavy, fear once again taking root inside him. The gag was still in
place, the electrodes…removed. He was sweating profusely. How he wanted water,
he thought…please…water! But none was forthcoming. His body ached, not just
from the awful spasms she had enjoyed administering, but from the rigidity of
his tightly bound form. How long had it been he thought, what day is it…what
time…did it matter? 

He had fainted twice during the electrical procedures, only
to be awoken with a harsh slap across his face and cold water pouring over his
aching, tortured body. The electrodes had worked well, sending him into
terrible convulsions, his muffled screams becoming high pitched whilst she
laughed and moaned, with pleasure. But what now he thought, dear God…what now?
He started to struggle again as his beautiful torturer returned from the
trolley, the bottle of bleach, cotton wool, and this time, a pair of pliers in
her hands. She placed the three items on another singular tray next to her and
poured the bleach onto a new swab of the cotton wool. Smiling, she moved to
Piper’s side, up to where his hands were bound tightly to the corners of the
table.

“I want you to scream again, Oliver.” Quickly, the physician
gripped Piper’s right hand and opened the pliers, her terrified patient
struggling again as he felt cold metal grip the tip of his right thumbnail.
“Don’t worry my darling, once I’ve removed your finger and toe nails… I’ll
bleach the wounds.” With a look of vile hatred set fixedly in her eyes, the
demented physician gripped Piper’s hand, the pair of pliers, wide open.

As his thumb nail tore slowly from his flesh, Ash Piper
screamed under the gag, his eyes wincing, tightening shut, his face grimacing,
contorting in pain as once again Doctor Lana Franke slowly set to work.

Colin and Katy Summerfield were greatly looking forward to
their well-deserved holiday. Their journey across Germany in their newly hired,
deluxe Motor-home had been meticulously planned, taking them south through the
Westerwald and the heart of the Rhineland, to their main destination, the Black
Forest.

For Colin and Katy and their nine year old son Ben, their
two week, leisurely tour was to be a magical time, a time to relax, to get away
from the hustle and bustle of business and everyday life back in England. Yes
thought Katy, her face radiating a pleasant smile, this will be the holiday of
a lifetime. I just know we’re going to enjoy ourselves! 

Ash Piper’s fingers, thumbs and toes had become bloody
stumps, his torturer having worked ever so slowly, ripping his nails off, one
by one then soaking the swollen, bloodstained digits in bleach. She had willed
him to struggle, to continuously wrench and tear at the straps whilst she
continued his agonising torment.

And once again he had done so, courageously.

As Piper screamed hideously under the gag, Lana Franke had
smiled and laughed throughout his ordeal, for she was overjoyed, her pleasure,
her feelings of self-satisfaction displayed openly on her pretty face. Now she
was exacting her revenge on the man who had…supposedly, destroyed her life.

Now Piper lay exhausted, excruciating pain pouring through
his tightly bound form, his digits bandaged in bleach soaked gauze, with
various parts of his skin burned from the previous electrical torment. During
the agonizing removal of his nails he had tried hard to concentrate on the good
things in life. Take your mind away from the pain he had thought, just as he’d
been taught in the SAS. A beautiful beach in the Bahamas, a night out with
friends, a tranquil scene in the countryside and…Jeanette. As his nails slowly
wrenched from his flesh, his heart had sank even further into the deep, dark
pit he was now becoming so acquainted with. There is no escape from this
psychotic bitch he’d thought. But how…how can she control the wolf? God, the
pain! THE PAIN!

 “There…all finished.”

As his thoughts continued to spiral out of control, in a
welter of pain-racked misery, Piper felt the tightness around his head loosen,
the gag being roughly removed. Then, he screamed aloud.

“SHUT UP!” The gloved hand struck his face again and again,
making him feel dizzy. He willed himself to fall unconscious, but then realised
what would happen if he did so. She would wake him immediately with another
slap across the face and cold water poured over him.

Laughing aloud Doctor Lana Franke walked over to a trolley.
She looked back at the broken, bleeding figure on her operating table, her loud
laughter quickly turning into a giggle. Low, nauseating!  Within seconds Piper
heard rustling, like paper, no…polythene, being opened. She turned around and
walked back, a long thin tube in her hands and another bottle, a small plastic
one.

“God…please…no more!”

“Oh, my darling,” the manic physician smiled again whilst
pouring a white, creamy gel into her gloved hand. “I haven’t even started yet,
tomorrow is when I really begin your torment, but it’s getting late and I need
my beauty sleep.”

Piper swallowed hard, the sweat dripping from his body, his
bloodied fingers and toes, slowly swelling. Moving to his side, Doctor Franke
held the thin tube up to the operating light. She gelled it, slowly,
provocatively.

“Oh God…” whimpered Piper.

“As I said Oliver, it is getting late. I’m going to have a
little chat with you now, before I leave you for the night, but first…”

“Shit, SHIT…” He struggled again as his captor leaned over,
gripping his penis, preparing to insert the thin, well-lubricated tube.

“I need to catheterise you, now don’t struggle, that way I
can reach your bladder with the minimum of fuss.” Gently, she pulled his
foreskin back, slowly inserting the tip of the tube into his urethra.

Piper closed his eyes; the feeling of the tube making its
way through to his bladder akin to something from a dream…a nightmare. He tried
not to struggle, just to relax.

“Any second now you’ll probably feel the urge to urinate.”
Her voice had returned to the gentle, caring, almost motherly tones.

He did began to urinate, just a little, for the sweat
leaving his body over his time of torment had virtually dried him out. It was a
noxious, sickly feeling that leapt out at Ash Piper as his liquid waste drained
into a bottle under the table. He sighed, a long deep sigh of desolation. How
the bitch was enjoying herself, he thought, tormenting him, causing him so much
suffering. But what of tomorrow, dear God, what will happen tomorrow?

“There, that’s better!” The latex gloves snapped off and she
threw them into the bloodstained bowl. “You can now freely urinate overnight
and if you do decide to shit yourself…” she giggled again, “then I’ll do my
best to clean you tomorrow morning.” Her smile widened, “now my darling, its
time for a little talk, just you and I together, enjoying each other’s
company.” Slowly, the beautiful physician leaned close, joining her lips with
his, her tongue becoming a snake, entering his mouth.

Even with the pain coursing through his body, Piper could
not help but enjoy the sensation of the kiss. Don’t erect he thought, not with
this stinking thing inside me!

The kisses continued, around his cheeks, up to his forehead,
her tongue licking gently at his skin. 

Oh, dear God, she’s doing this on purpose. Piper closed his
eyes, his breathing, erratic. “Doctor Franke,” he whispered.

“Yes darling,” she whispered back, her kisses, ever more
tantalising.

“Please…can I have some water?”

The kissing ceased, her eyes falling on his, her smile,
wide, tantalising. “Yes…yes, of course you can, oh I’m being so horrible to
you, aren’t I.”

You demented, psychopathic bitch, thought Piper!

Still smiling, she moved to the basin and poured a glass of
water, returning quickly, easing Piper’s head into position, “drink
darling…there, that’s better.”

He did drink, slowly, gratefully, the cold water bringing
about a feeling of ease, at least for a few seconds. Gently, Lana Franke
lowered her patient’s head and smiled. “Now,” she whispered, “tell me about the
wolf.”

Still southwards they travelled, the four wolves, in single
file, their stamina still strong, their feelings for the hunt increasing in
intensity.

And so too did Colin, Katy and Ben. Soon it would be time
for the three of them to stop for the night, to settle down with a pleasant
meal, a glass of wine and a good night’s sleep.

Ash Piper fell silent!

“Don’t worry,” Doctor Franke continued, “this isn’t the
beginning of your interrogation,” she paused, her hand wiping his brow, slowly.
“I’m just so fascinated with your kind, you see my dear…Oliver,” once again her
face levelled close to his, “I know…what you are!”

“I don’t know what you mean.” It was a pathetic reply and
Piper knew it.

“Oh darling, let’s not insult each other’s intelligence.
When did you have contact with a wild wolf, the one that bit you?”

My God, what does this maniac know? Piper’s mind reeled, his
thoughts racing into overdrive. Tell her, he thought, she may hold answers to
my past! Yes, tell her!

“When I was ten, in the Black Forest, a wolf attacked me.”

“It bit you?”

“It savaged me; there was a great deal of blood loss.” Piper
coughed as Lana once again brought the glass of water to his lips. He drank
quickly, his head being gently laid back upon finishing, her beautiful eyes
focusing so intently on his.

“When did you feel the changes taking hold, I mean the wolf,
inside you?”

Piper fell silent again, the look on his captors face now
one of compassion, of comfort. Go with it he thought, she’s not threatening,
not at the moment. “In my teens, I started to excel in sports, but also became
very aggressive, which wasn’t like me.”

Her kisses continued, gently, on his lips. “Your kind are
truly unique my darling! The way you communicate, the way you can change from
human to wolf, the way you can live, far longer than any normal human being.”

Piper’s breathing became erratic. Even in his tormented,
agonised state he suddenly realised that things had changed, for he and the
woman at his side were now as one, both openly discussing their futures.

“So how do you control me?” he whispered.

“With an injection, which I intend to administer to you
again before I leave. It is a special formula developed by Otto’s father. Oh,
but now you’re being clever, aren’t you…Oliver?”

“No…” keep her talking thought Piper, his innermost thoughts
trying hard to control the pain pouring through his tortured body, “I just want
to know more about myself.”

The smile, once again slowly crept across the beautiful face
of Lana Franke, “well my darling, seeing as you are going to spend the rest of
your days on this table, I don’t think there will be any harm in telling you.”
She came close to his ear and whispered, “my dear Oliver, you are one of the
Were! Part human being, part wolf! Only the removal of your head or the burning
of your body can kill you. Nothing else! You are one of quite possibly just a
handful of human beings, each of whom is infected with an extremely rare strain
of wolf DNA. The strain now coursing through your body is a direct result of
Nazi genetic experiments in World War Two.”

My God! Momentarily, the pain coursing through Piper’s body
was forgotten. He gazed, mesmerised at the theatre light above him as the
reality of Lana Franke’s words began to sink in.

“The wolf that attacked you,” she continued, “had a pack
lineage dating back to those days. Its ancestors would have previously fed on
the carcasses of the human guinea pigs who were subjected to those same
experiments. The transition of the DNA from wolf to human is, well…extremely
rare, but you my dear Oliver have that DNA, and now…” With her demented
giggling beginning to return, the physician moved away from her patient, to the
tiered trolley.

Oh God, thought Piper, not more pain!

Quickly, she returned to his side, an empty syringe gripped
tightly in her hand. Panting heavily, Piper looked into the eyes of the woman
standing over him. Her giggling had ceased. Smiling, she leaned over, inserting
the syringe into one of the larger veins in his tethered right arm. “Otto would
never give me his blood,” she whispered.

“WHAT THE HELL,” Piper yelled, “NO LANA, YOU DON’T REALISE
WHAT YOU’RE DOING! NO!”

“I realise perfectly well what I’m doing! I want your blood,
AND I’M GOING TO FUCKING WELL HAVE IT!”

TO BE CONTINUED IN:

RED HAZE: THE DOGS OF WAR

Available on the Kindle: November 2012

EXCERPT

PROLOGUE

DESPAIR

Perfect!

The four, overly large wolves kept low to the ground, their
hapless prey, oblivious to the onslaught about to take place. Helga, watch and
learn, thought Otto Von Kurst. Once I have killed, the four of us will feast on
their flesh.

“Would you like some more wine, Colin?”

“Yes please love, these burgers are nearly ready, where’s
Ben?”

“It’s alright Dad, I’m here.”

“Good lad, get yourself another Coke.”