Sword of the Beast - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Alex emerged from her fog as she was thrown roughly onto the rack. Before she could react, her hands and ankles were tightly bound in the leather cuffs. She gave her hands an experimental tug, and felt a slight give. Seeing Dragos approach, she arced her back and yanked the cuffs as hard as she could manage. Did I hear a seam tear on the right, or did I imagine it?

Before she could try again Dragos had reached her. "<Calm her, please,>" he said. In response, a minion turned a crank in the base of the rack, and Alex braced as she felt the chains pull, stretching her limbs. Dragos stared at her impassively. "<Again,>" he ordered. There was another clank, and Alex bit her lip to fight back the twinge of pain. Another clank, and Alex let her breath hiss through clenched teeth as the pain grew. Another, and she exhaled louder. With another clank, the pain broke through her resolve, and he lips parted in a gasp. At the sound, Dragos held up his hand, and his minion backed away from the rack as he approached.

"I must say, Lady Cayne, you presented a greater challenge than I expected," he said, toying with the knife.

"I always try to oblige," she said through gritted teeth. "But I have to ask. Why did the knife hurt you, but not the bullets?"

"You were wise, Lady Cayne, to ignore my scoffing," he said, conversationally. "Indeed, your silver bullets could have struck me down. But I find I am not yet weary of this world."

The door to the chamber opened, and more robed men limped in, hustling two girls between them. Alex stifled a gasp. They were the sisters from the inn!

"Given my understandable interest in the subject, I have taken some pains to insure every gunsmith in Prague, indeed in any city where I choose to reside, will contact me the moment anyone commissions a set of silver bullets. The one you contacted remembered your order quite well, and was more than happy to make a number of identical sets, with all the sheen but none of the silver," Dragos said, smirking. "Then it was a simple matter to proceed ahead of you to the few places a traveler might stay in these mountains, let it be known you were coming, and that we wished your true silver changed for false." He looked at the twins and smiled. "All who live in these mountains know their true master. Don't you, my little whores?"

The sisters fell to their knees before him. "<We did as you said, my lord!>" Aishe said, proffering a pouch. "<We waited until she slept! Here are the bullets! All of them!>"

"<Our mother's sister, and her children, you will free then now?>" Nadya pleaded.

"<Indeed. I said I would do so, if you brought all of her silver,>" he said, calmly, before suddenly spinning to face them and striking Aishe a blow that sent her sprawling to the floor. The pouch fell from her hands, spilling shining bullets. Dragos tore open his robe, showing the still-bloody wound Alex had left across his chest. "<But she had a knife!>" He waved the knife in the air. "<A silver knife!>"

Nadya threw herself over her sister's prone form. "<Mercy, lord, mercy!>" she wailed. "<We were told only of bullets! We knew nothing of a knife!>"

"Bah," he said, gesturing at the sisters. "<Do with them as you will.>" The sisters screamed as the men around and began to change back, faces lengthening into muzzles, hair spouting, bodies growing, hands distending. Alex looked on in horror as the now-naked wolf-monsters sprang in the huddled girls, ripping them from each other's arms even as their claws made short work of their simple peasant dresses. Blood welled from scratches on their dusky skin as half-human cocks plunged into their pussies from behind.

Dragos looked on impassively. In truth, the novelty of feeling both surprise and pain on the same night for the first time in decades made him momentarily consider letting the gypsies live. But failure demanded punishment, as much now as it had in centuries past. Thanks to his role as leader of his pack and the source of their power, all of his brethren felt the wounds Lady Cayne had inflicted, and to allow the sisters to go unpunished would be a sign of weakness before them. The sisters would serve to entertain his pack as he enjoyed his guest, and their fat cow of an aunt and her spawn would remain locked in the chamber he had cast them in until hunger and madness took their toll. He wondered who would devour who, in the end...

Dragos turned his back on the sisters and strode toward Alex. "The wolf was a decoy," he said, conversationally. "Once we sliced the body open, we knew which bullets you had loaded, and how the first of our brethren you shot should act. When we saw you reloading, we changed the act, to give you a bit of hope. You would not have run so well if you thought you had no chance." He winced slightly as he placed weight on his wounded leg. "Then you somehow found a way to up the stakes, blooded me and killed Dimitar. No great loss. He never thought ahead. He was the one playing butler in Prague. He became so excited listening to our play he was compelled to visit the maid's quarters. And when he was done, he found there was no one but him to clean the mess he made." He shook his head. "Disappointing. We're better off without him."

"But in any case, no game remains interesting forever," he said, still smiling. "I fear, Lady Cayne, the time has come for you to lose."

"Go to hell," she spat out.

"Oh, someday, perhaps," he said, driving the knife into the tabletop as punctuation. "But your screams will greet me when I arrive."

He walked away, leaving Alex with a clear view of the sisters. They were pinned on their backs side by side on the bone-strewn floor they were raped by two of the wolf-men, wrists held down by great paws as the monsters pumped their huge members in and out of the twins' pussies. Blood welled from scratches on their smooth dusky skin where they had been roughly handled by inhuman claws. They screamed and reached for each other, but the wolves spearing their pussies rolled over, pulling them apart and presenting their pert asses as gifts to their brethren. Two of the largest threw the others aside to claim their prizes, and the sisters' screams became horrifying shrieks as monster cocks were slowly forced into their tight holes. Alex found herself unable to look away as, against all reason, the massive intruders forced their way deep into the twins' bodies, crushing them further into the muscle and course fur of the rapists below them. All the while, all around them more wolf-men wrestled and snarled as they fought to be the next to vent their lusts on the helpless girls.

As she gaped at the scene, her head was suddenly snapped back by a powerful yank on her hair, and an upturned goblet was pouring thick, red, bitter wine into her mouth. Her head was released and shoved back up, and she swallowed some of the wine reflexively even as she coughed and spat. She could feel it burning as it slid down her throat.

When Dragos thrust his head back beside hers, he once again wore the face of the wolf. He leaned close to her neck and sniffed "You smell of gypsy cunt," he growled. "I know their scent very well. They are truly insatiable sluts, are they not?" His monster face somehow conveyed a smirk. "Tell me, as you ground your bodies together, did you wish you had been born with a cock to fuck them? Would it excite you to know how many times I fucked them both until they were half-dead from the pain and the pleasure? Does it excite you to see them being fucked to death now?"

She turned her head and spat into his face. His tongue snaked from his mouth, licking the spittle from his muzzle. "You have fire in your heart," he said. "I shall enjoy the taste."

A response was on the tip of her tongue, but she suddenly felt dizzy. The wine was burning in her throat, in her gut. Her vision blurred, then snapped back into almost painful clarity. Her mind began to race, and she could feel her skin grow warm. What was in that? she thought.

She blinked, and he was in front of her, once again unfolded into his full, inhuman form. This time, it was joined by something new; his cock, a hideous mixture of canine and human, rose from his crotch, growing to a horrifying length before Alex's staring eyes. I've never...it'll never...it'll kill me, her thoughts raced as she fought panic. Its monstrous size mesmerized her, and she could not tear her eyes away as it bobbed toward her.

As she stared, he raised a massive paw and lashed out. Before she could flinch, the long claws had swept down the length of her body, shredding her clothes and snapping her bra and panties in two. She opened her mouth to yell, but stopped in surprise. There was no pain. The claws had not even scratched her skin.

Dragos stood over her, looking down at her exposed body. His tongue snaked from between his lips, as obscenely enlarged as the rest of him. It dipped down to lightly touch one of her exposed nipples, and she strained against her bonds to try and draw away.

"Why are you so shy, Lady Cayne?" Dragos said, somehow managing to give a growl a mocking tone. "You were not so shy when last we met. I am sure you were not so shy with your gypsy whores last night. And I think you are not so shy now. Does your body not yearn for my touch?"

Whatever had been in that wine was burning in her veins and in her brain. Memories flashed by uncontrollably, so many memories; the twins, Dragos, Nick in the grove behind the school, fumbling clumsy joy; Jeanette showing her pleasure, how to please; a whirl of men and women, the honeymooners who never told her their names, Shiro with his ropes and whip, her initiation into the Tanyato tribe, a jungle clearing filled with men women naked writhing fucking in a hallucinogenic haze...

Her senses took on an almost surreal clarity, and at the same time she began to feel a strange detachment between the reactions of her body and her mind to what these senses were telling her. While she saw a monster standing over her and knew she was in deadly danger, the inhumanly low growl of his voice, the powerful musk of his fur, and the pure, almost visible heat pouring from his body was stirring her emotions in an entirely different direction. To her horror, as he bent down again she could feel her nipple rise to the touch of his tongue.

He slowly rasped his rough tongue across her mounds, savoring her small, involuntary shivers, and paused. "Do not try and fight the wine. It is a special vintage, infused with...but you likely care little for such details at this point," he said. "Suffice to say, it has been laced with an aphrodisiac, among other things. It will make your last moments more...intense. I have found it gives a special flavor to the meat. Also, it will insure you will live and see and feel until I wish your life to end, and not a moment before. You will cum beneath me even as you watch me eat your beating heart."

He's going to eat me alive! Alex thought in a panic, only to be brought up short by the wave of arousal that washed over her at the thought of this ravenous beast devouring her feverish flesh, taking a soft supple breast into his great maw and biting, the stab of shrieking pain-pleasure as the long fangs penetrated her...madness, I'm going mad... "Wh...why?" she stammered, hoping words, thought, inquiry would exorcise whatever poison he had slipped her. "Why all this? Why these games with swords and bullets and playacting?"

"Because I could. Because while I have played this game many times before, so many times before, I have never played it quite exactly this way." He paused, and his pitch-black, pitiless eyes locked with hers. "Because when you have walked the earth for as many centuries as I have, the only real enemy left is boredom."

He held her gaze for a moment, then ducked down and drew his long tongue across the lips of her pussy. An uncontrollable shiver ran through Alex's body, and to her horror she could feel a trickle of wetness within her, one that only grew as he drew his tongue up, savoring the taste of her sweat and fear from her belly, from the vale between her breasts, and from the nape of her neck. She turned away, gritting her teeth as his tongue explored her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her face, his coarse fur brushing her naked skin, and she struggled to control herself, to reign in the reactions she could feel welling within her body, the trickle of moisture she could begin to feel between her legs.

Dragos looked back up. "I have taken bitches of every race and nation. I have known the flesh of virgin and whore, peasant and princess. Some have matched me in lust, and some fewer have challenged me in the hunt, but it is a very rare few that have done both. You have been one such. Just like them, Lady Cayne, you will soon be wolfshit and bones. But you were a fine fuck, and fine prey, and you will be fine meat. I shall remember your screams of pain and pleasure for centuries."

He ducked back down, and with the tip of his tongue began to tease her swelling clit. This time, her hips bucked, and she could not stop a moan from escaping her lips. Smiling, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, savoring her juices as her body twisted against her bonds before pulling back out. "Your flesh is sweet, Lady Cayne," he said.

In the next moment, he was rearing up, the head of his monstrous cock poised at her pussy lips. "Your flesh is MINE!" he howled.

"AAGH!" Alex screamed as the massive member punched into her pussy. Even with her juices easing the way, the pain sent her to the brink of unconsciousness even before he reared back and stabbed deeper. This time, she could only gasp soundlessly as the massive body crushed the breath from hers, his rough pelt pressing against her sensitive, engorged nipples, his hot breath in her face. His now massive hands gripped her waist, his claws sending spikes of pain as they pieced the skin.

His animal heat, his animal musk, was overwhelming, and Alex's mind screamed as she felt her own overheated body betray her. She could feel the invitation in those eyes, the invitation in his thrusting loins, to let her own beast loose, the rutting beast she had become that night in Prague. She had thought that was brutal, bestial sex, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now as Dragos thrust his monstrous cock into her with inhuman strength. Laura felt like she was being fucked by a piledriver, and her body screamed in pain as her cunt and her limbs were stretched nearly to the breaking point.

She tried to rally herself, to focus on the lethal danger; the slathering, fang-filled maw that hung in front of her, the inhuman growls that issued from it. She felt a thrill of fear at the base of her spine, but that transformed into a simple thrill as she stared into the black eyes of the beast and felt them staring back at her. She had danced with death, flirted with death, teased death. In return, she had felt the cold, delicate of death's fingers across her skin. The sensation had always aroused her, perhaps more so than any real lover. Now death had tired of the game. Now death was here, solid, real, and it was fucking her. And, God help her, she was fucking death back, her bound body straining to meet the thrusts of the inhuman cock inside her. Her body knew, she knew, that there was no escape this time, that this was Alex Cayne's last ride, her final thrill. Her ultimate thrill. And as she looked into death's eyes, as she felt death's cock in her cunt, that thrill was setting her body on fire.

As the monster hammered at her, as his wine pulsed through her veins, she could feel the wild beast of her lust strain at its chains, she could feel the links bend and buckle and...snap. A red tide washed up, and Alex's rational mind was swept away in the wave of blind, mindless lust. Her head fell back and a wordless howl escaped her lips, and Dragos threw back his head and joined her in chorus, his wolf's cry echoing off the walls of the cavern in harmony with her own.

Although the ear-piercing female screams that had been echoing in the background had some time ago faded into half-conscious moans, she remained vaguely aware there remained other victims in the cavern. Some part of her knew the twins' beautiful, abused bodies would soon be torn limb from limb as their monstrous rapists devoured them alive, and that she would share their fate before too long. But she was too far gone into lust and madness to feel anything but arousal at even so horrific an image. She would have ripped their flesh herself of she could, and she shuddered with ecstasy at the thought of slathering fangs tearing her own supple skin.

All the while Dragos' cock was a white-hot steel girder pistoning in her cunt, bringing her body to a boil. Her body was pushing back as far as her iron bonds would permit, ignoring the pain of joints stretched to the edge of dislocation, of a cunt stretched past all limits. Nothing mattered except bringing him deeper inside her, deeper, deeper. Her mouth was open now, too, emitting louder and louder moans as her head thrashed back and forth. The beast was inside her, fucking her with pure animal lust, and she matched his lust with hers.

When the climax came, it was like an eruption of superheated lava, surging up from her pussy to set her thrashing body on fire. She screeched incoherently as she felt the white hot flame of ecstasy burn her alive, consuming her very soul.

Suddenly, she was looking down. Below her she could see a beautiful woman, bound to rough wood rack, her clothing shredded, and a giant, slavering beast driving a monstrous cock into her. The woman was cumming. Her magnificent body was completely rigid, every muscle straining to the limit against her restraints, her arching back thrusting her sweat-sheened breasts and stone-hard nipples to the heavens. Her eyes were wide and unseeing and her lips gaped open. Unearthly sounds poured from her throat. In a lifetime of lust, Alex had never seen a sight so perversely erotic. She came at the sight of it, and she felt the woman cum and she realized she was the woman and she came again, and again, her mind a body caught in an eternal loop, cumming, cumming, cumming...

Dragos roared as he saw Alex writhe in mindless orgasm. This bitch is magnificent! He thought as her convulsing cunt gripped his cock. He could feel himself begin to lose control. As they always did in these white-hot moments the barriers between his mind and the minds of his pack brethren were falling, their connection growing ever tighter. He could feel them raping the sisters, feel them spilling their red-hot seed into their tight gripping holes, smell and taste and feel their smooth soft flesh and hot coppery blood. He knew they could feel him, feel every thrust, feel every twitch in the slut beneath him. He could feel his brethren's' bloodlust joining his own, hear their whispers joining the thoughts that welled from his own mind. Kill the bitch. Rip her skin. Eat her heart. His control was nearly gone now. Almost done with you, slut, he thought. You're going to Hell with a cunt full of my seed...

Eternity ended. Alex fell back into her body, a body whose screaming pain fought with the orgasmic fog that filled her brain. Opening her eyes was a wrenching effort, and when she did she was rewarded with the sight of Dragos' slathering maw as he pounded into her even faster and harder, clearly close to his own climax and lost in his own private world of lust. Despite herself she could feel another orgasm building in her traitor body, a final orgasm, and she rode the wave helplessly. She fell back, her eyes closing in defeat as her back of her hand struck the rough wood of the table.

Her eyes shot open with the revelation. Her hand! She could still feel the cuff on her wrist, but her convulsions must have ripped the aging leather from its chain! Her fingers brushed the blade of the knife jammed into the wood. With a strength and speed she thought she no longer possessed, she grabbed the hilt and yanked it forth.

She looked up to see Dragos rear back, his lips drawn from his long, white fangs, his eyes wide and unseeing and utterly mad. He was drawing back his long right arm, the great claws at the end poised to rip her beating heart from her chest. But in that moment her own arm struck, the combination of her own desperate strength and Dragos' own final lunge plunging the silver under his ribs and into the werewolf's black heart.

Dragos' howl shook the cavern, and the wails of his followers' threatened to burst Alex's ears. The giant werewolf fell, his body rigid in agony from the silver dagger still sunk to the hilt in his chest, and whatever mystic ties he had forged with his followers drove the same burning spike of agony into all of their hearts. In a few moments Dragos he began to shed his monstrous form, and he was left lying human, naked, bleeding, and twitching on the stone, as all around his pack lay and twitched in time.

With a free hand shaking with adrenaline Alex quickly loosed her left hand and feet. Jumping down to the floor, she walked to the sisters and pushed the naked bodies of the men who had been monsters from them. The girls were bleeding, bruised, and covered with the seed of their rapists as they lay on the stone, motionless, eyes fixed and unseeing. Alex felt a new surge of anger until she saw the chest of first one, and then the other slowly rise and fall. Their wounds were numerous but superficial. Alex quickly judged they would live the night. They would have a few scars, but not many, considering. At least scars on their bodies...Alex thought as she turned away from their blank faces.

A dreamlike languor began to settle over Alex. Somehow, it didn't seem terribly important she was clad in a few tattered rags, and that human bones were crunching beneath her booted feet as she slowly made her way across the cavern. Calmly, she gathered her fallen pistols. She found where the bag Aishe had carried had broken open on the floor. She ejected a clip, plucked a single silver bullet from the floor, and methodically loaded and chambered it.

Finally, she approached where Dragos lay, covered in his own gore but still breathing shallowly. His glazing eyes darted to meet hers as she placed the muzzle of the pistol to his forehead.

"I thank you for your hospitality, Baron," she said, calmly, flatly. "It has been...stimulating. But I'm afraid I must decline your invitation to dine."

Thunder echoed through the caverns.

Continued in Chapter 6

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