As he talked, Red stared at his gentle eyes and bulging muscles. His arms were scarred, most likely from battles from yesteryear. Red could not concentrate, she was so aroused. Her wet lips were throbbing and engorged and took over her thoughts. No longer able to resist, she moved her fingers slowly down between her legs, and let them tease her wetness.
“The Parisians lured the wolves into the middle of the city and then speared and stoned them to death in front of Notre Dame. They set up a blind – that is a bait that wolf hunters set up while – hey!”
The Master got up and walked over to her.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Nothing, I was just listening to your fascinating story.”
“You have violated the rules.”
The Master reached up to the ceiling and pulled down chains and a leather swing.
“That’s convenient,” she laughed.
He placed Red on the swing and chained her ankles and wrists so that her legs were spread out. She was hanging, facing up, and unable to move.
“Obedience is required here. If you do not obey, you will be punished.”
“Is this what you like?” Red said, mockingly, yet unable to move. “To be in control?”
“You are correct. What about you? Do you like to be in control?”
She tried to move, but the chains held her in place. He gently placed a gag in her mouth so that she couldn’t move her jaw. He smiled and stroked her cheeks lightly. Then he moved his hand down and slipped his fingers into her wet opening. They went in and out easily as her lips were slick and slippery.
“I guess your answer is no.”
He sucked on her nipples before positioning the swing so that his member was between her legs. He moved his tongue over one of her breasts, licking it, and grazing his teeth over her nipple, then caressing it with his tongue. This little game went on for some time, before he began to suck on it hard, stretching and pulling it.
“A werewolf pack always has a dominant male, the Alpha. It can force the others in the pack, including the beta, who is the one just beneath the alpha, to obey it, even if it is against their will. Do you know how it makes them obey?”
“By fucking them?”
“No. By punishing them. You have disobeyed. Now you will be punished.”
He smoothly stuck it deep inside. Red began to moan, as the pleasure filled her body, and her inability to move only made her more aroused. Red had always been used to doing what she wanted – and now she was under his complete control. She felt sore all over and could barely move her body as a result of the restraints.
“The point of this training is that you do not cum. If you do, you will be punished even more.”
Red struggled to move, her hips jutting up and down as he continued to pound at her mercilessly. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples and she moaned through the gag.
“I forbid you to cum. Do not dare disobey.”
Red was trying to stop herself from having an orgasm. She slowed herself down, and tried to change the angle – she bit her lip to grant herself pain to distract from the building sensations. The Master, watching her very closely, seemed an expert at touching her – his hands did the work of ten men. The growing feeling in her loins tormented her as she felt as though she would explode at any second.
“An ancient legend tells of the great wolf, Fenrir, son of Loki, who was tied up, as he was growing too large,” he spoke, as he slowly plunged himself in and out of her. It’s a fine time for a lesson!
“They did not want to kill him and defile their holy ground with wolf’s blood. Many types of restraints were used. The first was broken by a kick,” he said, violently thrusting into her.
Red moaned as he continued his story.
“The second restraint was stronger, but he bit through it,” he said, and bit down upon her nipple.
“The third was a magical restraint, soft and smooth, like a silk ribbon.” He pulled a smooth, leather strap from his belt and began to rub it against her body gently. Her heart pounded as he held it against her.
“They told Fenrir that they would let him free if he couldn’t break free from the restraint. Fenrir asked that one of them place their hand in his mouth as a pledge of good faith. One of them stepped forward, even though it was a trick. When Fenrir could not break free, the gods laughed, but Fenrir bit off the one’s hand. Once he tried to break free and bite them, they stuck a sword into his mouth, restraining his jaw.”
The Master tapped on the gag in her mouth, and Red tried to speak, but could not. He laughed and pulled it out before kissing her deeply.
“That’s… fascinating,” she said, biting her lip and closing her eyes tightly. “I have heard of this Fenrir before somewhere.” Red remembered Fen and his tattoo of a wolf struggling to break free from its bonds.
“Restraint. This is the key to our work. It is what the wolves do not have. How can we restrain them, if we cannot restrain ourselves. We must embrace the pain – as did the one who lost his hand – to defeat them.”
Red thought of her own inability to control her passions. Then Red became angry at being bound at that very moment and gritted her teeth.
“Set me free!” she yelled.
“You are already free!” he yelled back.
Red felt the strap slap against her breasts, as he continued to penetrate her. She hissed at the sting. The next blow was harder on her other breast. Her chest was heaving, her sweaty flesh shining under the light. She saw the red marks on her body and groaned loudly. He took her to the brink – almost to orgasm, but she did not have permission to finish and managed to make it recede. Then he pumped her even harder and she soared higher and higher to another plane of pleasure she did not know existed. Then he slowed down again.
“You must learn to control yourself, to control your orgasms.”
“Please, let me cum.”
“No!”
She couldn’t stand it anymore and exploded, gushing all over. It was more powerful than she had ever experienced before and her screams pierced his ears. When she was done, he took a step back and shook his head.
“You have failed your training. Tomorrow, at the end of the day, you must return home.”
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The next day, Red collected her belongings from storage, including her red hood and cape, and sat outside the Master’s office while he conducted business with an official of the Luparii. She was incredibly disappointed, and felt the training was unfair. How can I go back home like this? I vowed to do whatever it took to get revenge.
Red overheard the Master and the official talking of werewolf attacks in a nearby countryside. They left the office and passed her as she sat, sulking. The Master shook his head as he walked by her, while the official, a tall man with gray, thick hair, examined her legs. As soon as they went outside, she rushed into the office.
On the desk was a folder, which she immediately opened. Inside, were pictures of werewolves and a list of incidents. One of the photos was a picture of a tattoo – one that she recognized – she had seen it on Fen – it was a tattoo of a wolf struggling to be free of a bind. She heard their voices grow louder and she quickly ran back to her seat.
“Please, sir. Have a seat here while I send a message out regarding our little situation,” the Master said and left the building once more.
Red and the official made eye contact and he smiled. She looked into his lap and saw that his pants were raised. She stood up and sat down next to him, to his surprise. She wet her dry lips as she stared into his eyes. She began to rub on his bulge and he groaned.
“There is a certain mission that I feel that I am qualified for,” Red whispered into his ear.
“Oh really,” he groaned.
“Tell him I have completed my training and should be sent to hunt these werewolves.”
“Why should I do that?”
She reached inside and pulled it free. It sprang into her waiting hand and she wrapped her fi
ngers around it. She grabbed his hand and stuck it up her shirt. He rolled her nipples between two of his fingers.
“Because if you do, then I will be very generous to you.”
She pulled her hood over her head, bent down, and slid his member between her red lips. She began to suck on him like a pacifier and he rocked his hips back and forth as she bobbed her head to the rhythm. His head was swollen and she massaged her tongue around it, suckling softly. He felt her tongue rubbing his base up and down as she lifted her head and looked at him with big, brown eyes.
“Okay, I will tell him to send you on this mission, just please, for the love of God, finish.”
She bent down once more and his hands pulled her hood down to his lap. She began to suck faster and he groaned as he could no longer hold it in. She felt his juices gush within her mouth and attempted to swallow it all. When he was finished, she wiped her mouth and returned to her seat.
The Master returned soon after and brought the official into his office. After a few minutes of yelling, they came back out. The official walked out the door with a smile on his face. The Master, on the other hand, looked angry and puzzled.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you are going on a hunt.”
Red just smiled coyly and licked her lips.
“Go and get ready,” he said and she began to walk out the door. “Oh, and one more thing. Take this.”
He handed her a bundle of silver rope.
“What is this?”
“It’s a bind that will be unbreakable. I made it myself using those alloys I told you about.”
“Thanks,” she said.
“Since you can’t tame yourself, I doubt you can tame a wild beast – so you might as well have something to give you an edge.”
She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, smiled to herself, and walked out the door without looking back.
Chapter 4
The Big Bad Wolf
Red looked up at the sky and saw more stars than usual. The moon was full – it would be a busy night. She had been tracking the pack for the past nine months. But now she was closer than ever. On the ground were the remains of a dead rabbit that had been gutted and torn apart – they were getting desperate, getting slower and weaker. There was not much out here for them to eat. It would not be too long before Red caught up with them and ended their miserable existence.
She stepped over fallen branches, leaves, and fresh snow on which her boots crunched as she swiftly maneuvered through the dense forest. Her big, brown eyes, focused and intense, hid beneath a red hood draped over her head.
They’re getting sloppy. Could be a trap. I don’t care. Confrontation has been delayed for too long.
Through white snow a blur of red – a red cape, a bow, armor, a knife, a sheathed sword, boots, and a skirt. Long, black hair trailed down over a necklace of large, sharp werewolf teeth. A hunter of hunters.
They know what they’re doing, Red. Don’t be stupid.
A small cabin sat in the middle of a clearing. Red patrolled around the perimeter for a long time before deciding that she had to enter. She placed four arrows in her hand, one between each finger, and lined one up against the bowstring. The string creaked as she stretched it back while walking up the steps to the front door. She burst inside but found nothing but a small kitchen and a bed, both completely encased in cob webs.
“Anyone home?” she asked, but there was no response. Red sat on the bed and scanned the room, placing her arrows back in her sheath.
In her mind: a flash of an old woman, a white nightie drenched in blood; an arm hangs off the bed and drips into a circular puddle on the wooden floor. The blood spreads, as if it has a life of its own. It seeps into whatever it touches, deeply and without hope for removal – marking whatever it touches for all eternity.
Red looked at the floor and saw no blood.
Think straight, Red. Don’t get distracted.
She bent down and wiped her fingers against the floor. She could tell it had been a while since anyone had been there. She walked outside and looked around.
Remember your training, Red. What are they up to? They must have seen the cabin. They just passed on by, though. Why? This clearing is the only open area in the forest for miles. It is the weakest point. That’s why they passed it up. The cabin is in full view of the entire surrounding area. Exposed.
Red noticed the ground had been scratched, and the odor familiar, she was within their territory.
They’re watching me right now.
A cold chill ran down her spine. Birds flew from the trees to her right and she loaded an arrow and pointed it towards the rustling bushes. She skirted the wall, pausing momentarily. Something was close - very close.
Who’s afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?
“Come out of the bushes slowly and I’ll kill you quickly instead of skinning you alive like I did your brothers!”
Her bow was in ready position, her fingers itching for a target. She crept towards the trees.
Maybe there’s no one here.
Red lowered her eyes to the ground as drops of a thick liquid fell from the sky. She bent down and stuck her finger in the goopy substance. Werewolf saliva. Red looked up as a werewolf jumped from the trees above her – her arrow was already on its way, landing in its arm, as she dove backward. It growled and leapt in her direction. She slipped another arrow into position and shot the creature in the eye inches from her bow. Its lifeless body fell onto her.
Red salvaged the arrows from the wolf’s body, taking one from the eye and a shallow one from the shoulder. Nice going, Red, you were aiming for the heart. Then again, you were diving as you shot.
A red mist began to form around her body – a warning - this one was not alone. She quickly rolled on the ground as another werewolf threw its fist down, just missing her as she flanked it and stuck her knife into its side. The wolf swung at her and connected - the forceful blow sent her backwards. Red struggled to catch her breath and paused. She felt the presence of something behind her and whirled around, pulling an arrow back, aiming and releasing in one fluid motion. But there was nothing there.
For a few moments, there was complete silence.
Within the shadows of the trees she saw red eyes staring at her. The shade of red was incredible. The creature was more massive than the others, but something in its eyes told her this one was different. Red pulled back on the bow – she wanted to take the shot, but her instincts were holding her back. The arrow twitched in her hand, and she let go, just missing its head. The look that it gave her, showed her something more, something sad and human.
“I missed on purpose,” she said.
The creature returned a knowing look, a gleam. Then its body began to tense and she felt it would spring towards her. She grasped onto the handle of her knife, a billhook. It slowly walked out of the trees so that she could see how massive it was – at least four times her size. Its fur was night-black, though greyed and scarred in some places.
They began to circle each other at a distance. It licked its muzzle and lowered its head. She felt adrenaline shoot through her body.
“Nasty looking blade,” it growled.
It gazed at her with fiery eyes.
“Have we met before?” Red asked, curiously.
His black fur became a blur as he pounced. Red dove to the side as an arm swung at her, and she felt its claws brush against her head. She scathed him with her billhook before it could turn. The giant beast ran towards the other side of the clearing as she fired three consecutive arrows, with one hitting his leg and another his thigh. He turned towards her, furious.
One more arrow. Make it count. Red grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled back. She let it fly, strong and true. It pierced the wolf’s chest and it roared before running off into the forest, yelping in pain.
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Red followed the wolf’s tracks to a village on top of a mountain, surrounded by fields, hills and rock formations, grey and ancient. Th
e fields were calm, warm and dry and the sky was cloudy, dark and grey. In the village, time did not exist it seemed, as its stone brick cottages appeared from another era. After closer examination, she discovered they were mostly abandoned.
What has happened here? Where is everyone?
Red went to each cottage to see if she could find anyone. She eventually did: A mother with two children answered the door but they could not speak English. The mother did, however, allow Red entry. Red attempted to pantomime questions, but got nowhere, as they seemed frightened by something other than her. They allowed her to eat a meal with them and after a while a man arrived and sat down. He was dressed in black and silver armor, a long coat, and had a dark beard and long black hair.
“My name is Red and I’ve travelled very far to come here and-”
He held up his hand.
“I know who you are. And you aren’t needed here. If you’d like to stay and help out around this farm, I’ll make sure it’s worth it for you.”
“You speak English?”
“Aye, I do. They don’t, seeing as they are native to this land and I am not. Her husband was killed a year ago by the beasts. I’ve been taking care of them the past three months. There’s always room for more, though – you’d make a fine second wife. You’d be safe from the beasts while under my protection,” he said, biting into the stale meat.
“Protection?! You have a lot of nerve-”
“I’ve a mind to report you to the viceroy. But you’re a pretty, little one. I’d rather save you for myself.”
Red grabbed onto her sword.
“Touch me and lose your hand,” she threatened.
The man laughed heartily and the mother and children didn’t know whether to smile or be frightened.
“I’m one of the good guys, lass. I’m working to rid the land of the wolves that have infested this land, same as you. I have just come from the castle and have slain many.”
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