Wolfen Domination (3 page)

            He tried to kiss her again, but she arched her
head back, avoiding his lips as they climbed over her jaw and throat before
tugging at one earlobe.

            Her arousal had seeped down her legs.  His hips
slipped against them, and the knowledge that she was so ready for him increased
his libido tenfold.  Grunting in the back of his throat, fiercing her tender throat
with his teeth, he curled his hips forward.  The cream of her want gathered on
his cockhead as he closed the distance and split the petals of her sex down the
middle as he sought entrance.

            Her nails scraped down his spine, digging into
the tops of his buttocks, urging him, prodding him to take her hard and hot and
violently.

            The beast inside him awakened to the faint scent
of his blood and her lust, growling with the hunger barely checked.

            “Do it,” she cried, sending him over the edge of
reason into madness.

            He thrust past the tender edged hole, plunging
hard and deep into her tight pussy.  She screamed, shuddering against him, her
inner muscles clenching around him as if that could halt the drive that took
him deep into her womb.

            He stopped when he could go no deeper, instantly
breaking into a sweat with the strain of holding still when he wanted--needed--to
pump into her like a madman until he’d spilled his seed.  His nostrils flared
with his violent breathing.  The restraint gnawed like a cancer, eating away
self-control.

            He wouldn’t cum inside her.  It was what they
wanted, what they had tortured him for for so long.  He couldn’t let them break
him with her.  It became a mantra inside his head as he withdrew to the tip and
plunged inside again, repeating the promise with each stroke, feeling as if he
would die with the pleasure of impaling his flesh in her warm, wet cunt.

            She was moaning and gasping incessantly now, her
body climbing toward climax.  He felt the change in her muscles as they
clenched and unclenched around his cock, scented the perfumed arousal as it increased
its flow to ease his way, to staunch the burning drive of his thick strokes.

            Orgasm burst upon her suddenly, wringing cries
from her throat, shudders from deep within.  She rippled around him, pulling
his flesh, torturing him, drawing him him to disaster.  He gritted his teeth,
pumping into her harder, barely restrained, growling as he sucked her jawline.

            He couldn’t breathe.  Couldn’t think for the
pressure building in his sac.  He was going to explode.

            Sweet release beckoned, tortured him with its
siren call.

            Her cunt scorched his flesh.  The need to ram
inside her again and again held him in its fierce grip.  Jesse bit her neck,
sucked a love bite there as he fought himself, and the ravaging beast inside
him that demanded its appetite be appeased.

            “Please,” she screamed as her body seized in
another climax and another, and still he couldn’t pull away.  “Please cum.  Cum
inside me.  Oh Jesus, please, please….”

            He growled against her throat, felt frustrated
tears squeeze from his clenched lids.  His balls tightened.  His shaft
throbbed.  The blood in his veins burned, turned molten as pressure increased
until he couldn’t breathe.  He gasped for air, and a hoarse cry tore from his
throat as his cock erupted.

            He was gone.  Too far gone.  He couldn’t stop. 
Mindlessly, he drove inside her, pinning her against the wall, his hips
slamming into her as he moved like a madman.  Semen spewed within her depths,
bathing her insides.  Her cunt seized on him, clutching, drawing out every drop
he had within him, until he collapsed his weight against her and weakly
released her legs to drop to the floor.

            A shudder wracked his body.  He caressed her face
as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent, memorizing it.

            “What’s your name,” he whispered urgently against
her ear.

            Even if she hadn’t been too far gone to respond,
too drugged with sated desire and whatever chemical they’d pumped into her, she
didn’t get the chance to answer.  As if they’d been watching and waiting, his
chains suddenly jerked upward, nearly yanking his arms from the socket as he
was hauled off his feet to dangle impotently in the air again.  The door
slammed open.

Chapter Two

            Jesse roared in fury, struggling mindlessly to
free himself from the manacles.

            “Tranquilize him,” the heartless bitch ordered
behind him, and a whoosh of compressed air sounded as a tranquilizer dart left
its gun and imbedded in his back.

            He went limp nearly instantly, and the second
dart wiped him out completely.

            “Take her to the lab,” Freda ordered one guard,
gesturing toward Erin where she slumped against the wall.

            Erin put up no fight as the guard strode forward,
grabbed an arm, and led her outside.

            “You,” Freda said, looking at the two remaining
guards, “Take him down and secure him to the table.  Make certain the
restraints are tight.  If he wakes up, tranq. him again.”

            A curious mixture of triumph, satisfaction, and
anger filled her as she watched them lower the beast to the floor and unfasten
his restraints.  She’d seen the hungry, predatory way he’d watched Erin and
known he wouldn’t be able to resist a chance at fucking her.

            As pleased as she was, on a scientific level,
about being right, and finally obtaining the specimen they’d wanted, as a woman
it still irked the hell out of her that she hadn’t been able to drive him over
the edge herself.

            Dismissing it when she saw the guards had
everything well in hand, Freda left to join Wagner in the lab to collect their
specimen.  After the show she had just watched, she was confidant the beast had
left quite a large deposit inside his sweet little fuck.

* * * *

            A voice nagged at Jesse, pulling him out of the
blackness into harsh, unforgiving light.  His chest hurt as if it was wrapped
in a vice.  Experimentally, he tried to shift position, but he couldn’t move
his arms or legs.

            The faint click of the door as the catch was
depressed alerted him to someone’s arrival.  He feigned unconsciousness.

            She chuckled.  There was nothing pleasant about
the sound and he knew immediately that it was the cold bitch that had taken
such delight in torturing him since he’d been taken.  “I know you’re faking,”
she said in a singsong voice.  He felt her breath against his ear as she leaned
closer.  “We have cameras.”

            He lunged at her with his face, snapping his
canines.  She leapt back, evading his attempt to slam his head into hers and
knock her insensible.  Anger, he saw, glittered in her eyes when he opened his
to look at her.  It vanished in the face of the rage he made no attempt to
hide.

            “Now I’m disappointed.  After what I witnessed a
few minutes ago, I was certain we’d made a break through with you.”

            His eyes narrowed.

            She shrugged, feigning unconcern and moved to a
table beyond his vision.  He heard the clink of metal against glass and
stiffened, knowing even before she appeared beside him again that she’d gone to
get something to inject in him.  He snarled at her when he saw his suspicions
confirmed by the syringe in her hand, struggling to summon his beast even as
she stabbed the needle into his arm and depressed the plunger.

            His beast rose inside of him, but remained there.

            He’d suspected the restraints manacling him to
the table must be silver coated as the ones in his cell were, but he had hoped
that they had gotten sloppy.

            The furious pounding of his heart sent the drug
she’d injected into him surging through his body.  A wave of heat traveled with
it.

            It wasn’t the burn of caustic chemicals like
poison spreading through his bloodstream.  It was synthetic arousal.  Without
prompting or any outward stimuli, he felt his body awakening, felt desire began
to churn inside of him.

            It flickered through his mind that it must be the
same thing they’d given
her
and, as he felt his body reeling out of
control, that she could not have controlled the urges the drug evoked even half
as well as he could.  He doubted if she had even had much awareness of what she
was doing.

            The thoughts disturbed him, made it more
difficult to fight the drug in his system.  He set them aside with an effort,
focusing on his current dilemma.

            “You seemed … particularly taken with Erin,” she
murmured thoughtfully, dragging a hand down the middle of his chest, her
fingertips playing with stomach muscles.

            Erin.  Her name was Erin.  The name summoned her
image in his mind, called up the memory of his possession of her, and his
desperate struggle to retain control slipped drastically, threatened to
completely evade his hold.

            “It would be a shame, I’m thinking, if anything
happened to her.”

            The threat to Erin instantly altered the
direction of his passions, summoning his beast.  Caged by the silver manacles,
it erupted inside of him.  Rage supplanted desire.  He bucked uselessly against
his restraints with no thought in mind but rending his tormentor to shreds.

            Fear flickered in her eyes, and something else he
couldn’t quite interpret, but a satisfied smile curled her lips, as well, and
his rage turned inward as he realized he had allowed his beast to rule him, to
deprive him of the only weapon he had to protect Erin--his wits.  “What makes
you think I have any interest in what happens to any of you mortals?” he
growled.

            She curled her fingers around his balls,
squeezing them painfully.  It knocked the breath out of him as surely as if
she’d punched him in the solar plexus.  He jerked reflexively, expelling a
grunt of pain.  “I think the thing I like best about working with you creatures
is that I can do pretty much anything I want to.  As long as it doesn’t leave a
mark, no one gives a shit,” she said thoughtfully, her voice almost a purr of
pleasure.

            “Aren’t you worried about what your colleagues
will think when they see you fondling an animal?”

            “But they won’t,” she murmured, chuckling.  “I
turned off the cameras.”

            She climbed up on the table, straddling him.  Her
skirt rode up her legs as she settled her bare ass on his upper thighs.  He
angled his head to look down at her.  He could see the nest of dark hair
between her thighs.  He hadn’t just imagined her ass was bare.  She’d removed
her panties.

            Conflicting sensations instantly drew him in two
diametrically opposing directions.  He hated the cold blooded bitch with a
passion that made him feel ill with the desire to take her head off her
shoulders.  His body, however, recognized only the feel of woman’s flesh and
the scent of desire, and the drug she’d injected him with magnified his natural
instincts almost beyond control.

            He gritted his teeth, focusing his attention on
the blinding light in the ceiling as she began to fondle him with diabolical
finesse, massaging his scrotum and his cock until blood engorged his member,
bringing him painfully erect.  He battled the urge inwardly, forcing himself to
recall everything she had done to him since he had been taken, every smirk that
had made him long to strangle the life out of her.  Slowly, the urge subsided. 
The painful tightness in his balls and the throbbing pulse of blood in his cock
eased.

            She hissed angrily as his cock softened in her
hands.  “I guess I misjudged you.  You really don’t care what I do to that
little cunt, do you?”

            Jesse stiffened.  He tried to tell himself she
wouldn’t dare harm Erin, but he had every reason to believe the cold hearted
bitch would do just about anything--and no reason to doubt her threats.  He
gave up his battle with the drug, allowing it to overwhelm him.

            As his cock stood erect once more, she smiled in
satisfaction.

            He closed his eyes to shut out her face and that
smile that brought out his killer instincts.  He blocked the thoughts that
rambled through the drugged haze of his mind of what he would do to her if he
ever managed to get his hands on her.

            Instead, he summoned images of Erin to mind,
indulged his fantasy that it was her flesh, her wetness he felt his cock
sliding through, clenching around his cock.  Pleasure invaded his senses,
caught him up in a race toward release.  Her throaty moans of excitement became
Erin’s voice in his ears and mind, driving him nearer and nearer his release.

            He felt her body convulse with release, the
spasms of her inner muscles working along his cock in a milking motion that
lifted him to the brink of madness, to the edge of release.  He sucked in a
harsh breath, held it, bracing himself for the explosion as his cock jerked.