The Lure of the Pack

by Ian Redman

  Piper lay still, saying nothing. Keep quiet he thought, at least for the time being.

  “So, while I’m gone,” she continued, “I’ll let you watch something entertaining.” Again, she giggled, whilst quickly removing a black cloth cover, her swift movements revealing a television and DVD player. She switched the equipment on and inserted a DVD. “I had such fun making this recording, my darling. Otto thoroughly enjoys them, and I know he will greatly enjoy the footage I record during your stages of treatment.”

  Stay calm thought Piper, for God’s sake stay calm!

  “Now then, here we are…” Lana Franke raised the volume on the television as Piper held onto his thoughts of CEATA and the wolf inside him. Then, his heart suddenly sank as he began to notice a sharp numbing pain under his left armpit.

  “You should enjoy this; these recordings always give Otto a huge erection, well…” Lana paused, the look on her face turning to one of anger “…they used too!” Again, she walked back to the table and leaned close to him. “I’m going to have some pleasant refreshment now my darling, while you watch this footage. The man on the table was my last patient, as you can see he’s struggling wonderfully while I work on him.” She giggled again as Piper’s breathing grew heavier, the sweat pouring down his face and body. Lana continued, “I had hoped to give him several courses of treatment over at least a week or so, but unfortunately I had to leave rather quickly. Look at him, look Oliver…how he’s squealing under the gag!”

  Piper didn’t look; his sweat sodden face still staring at the bright, cold, theatre light above him.

  “Look at the footage…my darling.”

  Piper’s heart was racing. Fuck you, you mentally retarded bitch, he thought.

  “I said…” Savagely, she gripped his head tightly, her fingers pulling back his eyelids, forcing him to watch the terrifying torment of her patient, “…WATCH THE RECORDING, OLIVER!” Piper grunted, straining against her latex gloved grip and the straps holding him so securely. “There…oh look, there’s his right testicle, I removed it ever so slowly…look at his scrotal bleeding!” It was as if a child’s voice was now next to Piper’s ear, “watch him struggle, watch, oh…how wonderful!”

  “Fuck you, Lana!” he grunted.

  Viciously, the patient’s captor shook his head then let go, the sounds of torment from the DVD continuing to echo around the theatre as Piper began to feel physically sick.

  “I’ll leave it on for you,” she said, her voice back to her caring tone, “the castration was long. I made him suffer considerably.” Walking to the metallic door at the far end of the theatre, Lana turned the handle and looked back. “I will be about an hour or so Oliver, and then…” she paused, giggling again, “I intend to give you a very thorough medical examination.” Her voice lowered a tone, becoming sexual, almost stimulating. “I do hope you will be a good boy for me my darling, oh, and if you’re thinking of changing into the wolf,” Piper’s heart missed a beat as the alluring physician continued her verbal torment, “don’t bother, because the wolf and your friends are no longer a part of your life. No, Oliver, my darling, the wolf has gone…vanished, you’re mine now to do with as I wish, for a very long time to come.”

  Hastily, Doctor Lana Franke walked out of her operating theatre, the heavy metallic door closing with a thud, leaving Ash Piper on his own…utterly helpless.

  How joyous it felt to be free from the bonds of human form, with their sense of smell now more defined, their hearing, so intense and their strength, their bodies, so powerful, so…wild. Yes thought Otto Von Kurst, this was indeed a time for celebration, for a joyous reunion, of his kind.

  They had travelled well, the two overly large wolves, moving south from the city. As planned, Falck and Kempler had moved separately, like ghosts through the labyrinthine back alleys, across darkened streets, always keeping out of sight of Dusseldorf’s human inhabitants. The Fuhrer had followed soon after, so too, his lover. For Helga Zeist, the feeling of wildness enveloping her body had brought her to an almost sexual state of arousal. Now she was free, in the form she had longed for, cherishing her new, fur laden, powerful form. She had followed Otto’s instructions carefully, keeping close to his side, never wandering more than a metre or so away from him, for she had so much to learn.

  It had taken several hours over the Thursday evening, to the early hours of Friday morning and beyond, to complete the complex task of leaving the city. But they had done so with consummate skill, there being no other way, for this was the way of the Were. For Otto Von Kurst and Helga Zeist, the exit from the city had been one of stealth, and cunning. With his tongue hanging from his mouth, his large, beautifully furred, pointed ears twitching slowly from left to right, his senses greatly enhanced, Von Kurst had accepted the challenge willingly.

  The firefight outside VKE had been intense, the police as expected, arriving quickly on the scene. The lone one’s colleagues were finished, and of the lone one himself? Von Kurst growled and turned his piercing blood-red eyes to Helga’s. She returned the lupine gesture as the edge of the city beckoned and so too, the start of their journey south. Yes, he thought, the lone one! With his tail wagging in unison with Helga’s, Von Kurst’s thoughts travelled to the house in Paris, and the operating theatre. Yes, he knew all too well what would happen to his enemy, the one…who would not join his own kind. His ex mistress, her medical knowledge and skills being utilised so efficiently, so painfully, would interrogate and torture him mercilessly, for days, week’s…months. Heartily, steadfastly, the two wolves loped on, their keen sense of bonding with their own kind bringing them ever closer to Falck and Kempler, and the beginning…of the hunt!

  It had taken a great deal of concentration, but Doctor Lana Franke’s newly arrived patient had managed to block the muffled screams from the television. He had solely concentrated on the operating theatre light above him, at times desperately straining against the straps, trying to find some sort of weakness in at least one of them, but it was no use.

  He was thoroughly secured.

  Piper’s knee throbbed, but at least it was bandaged, as for his headache, it was gone. But it was the numbing pain under his left armpit that worried him, greatly. It was quite obvious he thought, the bitch had removed the microchip, and as for the wolf…his wild side, there was no trace. How he had thought of the wolf, trying, so very, very hard to transform, to become at one with the wild animal inside him. But it was hopeless. No he thought, don’t give up hope, there has to be a way out somehow? Reason with her! The clanking of the metal bolt on the outside of the metallic door made Piper suddenly hold his breath, his spread-eagled, tightly restrained form knotting with tension.

  “Hello, my darling.” In she walked, Piper raising his head that little bit further as the door swung shut behind her.

  Even though he was starting to feel anxious and quite possibly frightened, he could not help but admire the sheer sexual energy of the woman walking towards him. Her open white doctor’s coat flowing provocatively, her white tee shirt, tucked tightly around her perfectly formed, white brassiered breasts and the short black skirt and stockings! God he thought, his breathing erratic, she’s dressed to arouse…to stimulate!

  “There now,” Doctor Lana Franke walked to the opposite side of the operating table and switched off the DVD and television. “I do hope you enjoyed the entertainment.” Slowly, teasingly, she walked back to the table and leaned over him, her perfume, even with the languid smell of disinfectant in the theatre, caressing his senses.

  “Lana,” he said.

  “Ah…” she held up her right index finger, shaking it from side to side, “what have I told you?”

  “I’m sorry,” go with her thought Piper, keep calm, play her at her own game. “Doctor Franke…”

  “Yes darling.”

  “What time is it, and what day?”

  Her head shook slowly, from side to side, her eyes sultry, her attractive face conveying instant displeasure. Again, she looked down at her h
apless patient, “bad boy Oliver! You’re missing one very important word, aren’t you?” she said, provocatively.

  “Please…tell me?”

  “No! It doesn’t matter what day it is, or what time it is, to you those issues are of no importance whatsoever.”

  “Well, please, how long was I unconscious?”

  “Do not try my patience darling, as I said, those sort of questions are totally irrelevant. Now then…” smiling, she placed a gentle kiss on Piper’s lips, “…it’s time for your initial examination.”

  Piper fell silent, his heart racing as he watched his attractive captor move to a small box on a trolley, pulling out a pair of medical latex gloves. She walked back.

  “Have you been examined by a female physician before?”

  “No,” Piper replied, his voice just a whisper, his throat dry.

  “Well, there’s nothing to worry about, but it is important I check your general state of health before your treatments begin. Now…” Somewhat seductively, the physician held up her hands to face height, slowly snapping on the latex gloves. She smiled, once again licking her moist tongue across her lips, her eyes narrowing as she looked her patient’s naked form up and down. Then she turned and walked nimbly to another small trolley. She picked up a stethoscope, placed it around her neck and returned to Piper’s side. “Just follow my instructions and we’ll get along fine.” Slowly, Doctor Lana Franke placed the cold end of the stethoscope on Piper’s chest, and spoke gently, “breathe in please!”

  Piper did so. Just go with it, he thought! Don’t annoy her; it’s not worth it.

  As the minutes ticked by, Lana Franke gently, seductively ran her hands across Piper’s torso, asking him to breathe in, then out. He followed her instructions again and again, his heartbeat becoming faster as she deftly examined him, her hands seemingly caressing his skin, exploring his body carefully, tolerantly.

  “There now, well, your heartbeat is very strong, but I expected as much and your general state of fitness seems very good indeed. Now…my darling,” Piper tensed as Lana lowered her face to his. “It’s time for me to examine your penis and testicles,” she whispered, “obviously it is important for me to check for any abnormalities.”

  You bitch thought Piper, tensing again as she stood at his side, her gloved hand gently but firmly cupping his scrotum. “Relax please.” She squeezed, her tongue dancing across her lips as Piper strained and gasped. “Oh my darling, I am sorry! It never ceases to amaze me just how sensitive the testicles are.” She squeezed again, tighter, Piper’s response being the same, only stronger, a sudden grunt and gasp of air leaving his dry mouth, the straps holding him tightly in place. He grunted again, air scything through his gritted teeth. “Please, my darling,” mischievously, Lana Franke stared down at the man secured on the operating table, her eyes searching his, as if she was enjoying every second of her patient’s unease and discomfort, “I know this is unpleasant for you, but it is a necessary part of the examination, now lie still. There, that’s better…now, I’m going to apply gentle pressure to your right testicle, this will make you just a little more uncomfortable.”

  “God! You fucking…” Piper bucked again, pain lancing through his scrotum.

  “What did you say?” Lana Franke’s fingers continued the pressure, tightening, squeezing hard as she continued to glare fixedly at her patient.

  Piper gasped! Don’t provoke her he thought, “nothing Doctor, I’m sorry.”

  “Good! Now then, your left testicle,” she gripped again as Piper gritted his teeth, his breathing becoming heavy, his penis becoming rigid. “Oh Oliver, look at this…” she smiled, a knowing smile, “you can’t help it can you my darling. Please don’t be embarrassed, it is common for my patients to become sexually aroused during the initial examination stage.” The tight grip slackened. “Now then,” she smiled again, her hands gently stroking Piper’s genital area, “let me have a look at this…wonderful penis of yours.”

  “Oh…shit…”

  “Relax darling, please…just relax.” Piper closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn’t help it. “Well, your foreskin is fully retractable, so I won’t have to circumcise you…at least for the moment.”

  My God, thought Piper!

  “Please, just relax darling.” Lana Franke smiled again as she gently began manipulating Piper’s penis, holding it firmly in her left hand, her right squeezing, massaging his testicles.

  “Oh…God…”

  “No darling, don’t be embarrassed, just lie still.” Her hands worked gently at first, caressing and kneading the foreskin, her gentle rhythms sending Piper into an exquisite state of mental release. For several minutes she continued her lascivious treatment, dexterously, faster and faster, her grip tightening, Piper’s body, struggling, his squirming joyous, his feelings incredible as his seed readied to his explode from his body.

  Then, Ash Piper yelled aloud in ecstasy.

  “Oh my darling, how wonderful!” The patient groaned, his climax forcing his body to wrench against the straps, his eyes open, seemingly fixated on his beautiful tormentor, his sperm flying across his stomach, over her gloved hands, his pleasured form bucking, wrenching against the straps in his joyous climax. Firmly, confidently, the attractive physician continued to knead, to massage, knowing full well she was in total control. “Oh no,” she whispered, “I haven’t finished with you yet! I’m going to milk you dry…Oliver.” The helpless patient’s body jerked and spasmed as Piper moaned again and again. Then he yelled, her manipulation, now becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

  “How I love this part of the examination,” she said, still sadistically working on the sweating man on the table as he struggled against the straps, “pleasure…then pain, my darling.”

  “Please…stop…”

  “No…oh no….”

  “God,” Piper bucked on the table like a horse at a rodeo, his voice once again becoming a yell.

  “I must continue,” she looked down at him, giggling as she did so.

  “YOU BITCH!” Piper gasped for air, his penis and testicles aching, his face and body contorted, her hands still kneading his foreskin, brutally, painfully squeezing his testis. She laughed again at his helplessness, his discomfort, his torso arcing upwards to the theatre light as he yelled in agony…and ecstasy!

  “Von Kurst Electronics, how can I help you?”

  “Can I speak to Mister Otto Von Kurst, please?”

  “I’m sorry,” Erika Platz detected a North American accent, “Mister Von Kurst is away on vacation. Can anyone else help?”

  “Wilhelm Oratz then, please.”

  “I’m sorry; Mister Oratz is also away on vacation, until Monday.”

  “When are Mister Von Kurst and Mister Oratz actually due back in the office?”

  Erika’s eyebrows rose slightly, “can I ask who is calling?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry, my name’s Scott Voight, I’m calling from Toronto Electric, in Canada. I’d like to have a discussion with either of the gentlemen regarding their new SATChip. I’m quite willing to fly over to meet the guys, if that’s okay?”

  Erika smiled, “actually Mister Voight, Mister Von Kurst is on a private vacation for at least two weeks, and Mister Oratz will be away on business for one week, as of Monday.” There was a pause in the conversation. “Mister Bernhard Steinhoff, our Production Director is available, would you like to speak to him?”

  “Err…no thank you. I’ll wait a couple of weeks, thanks for your time.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Nick Lucas finished his communication with VKE’s receptionist and looked up at Colonel Mann. Around him, Commander Hertschell, Jeanette Descard and Jean-Paul looked on, pensively. They had all listened to the conversation via the internal speaker system attached to Nick’s computer monitor.

  “On vacation…” Charles Mann stroked his chin with his right hand, his eyes focusing on Nick’s, “…in other words, he’s missing!”

  “It would seem that way, Colonel.�
�� Nick shrugged his shoulders.

  “And still no sign of Piper?” The Colonel’s gaze turned to Maurice Hertschell. The two men didn’t speak.

  “You’re not still thinking Ash is with Von Kurst, Colonel?” This time Jeanette Descard could not hide her emotions.

  “We have to Doctor, the facts speak for themselves.”

  “Oh do they…?”

  There was a distinct look of anger in Jeanette’s eyes as Nick turned his bespectacled gaze towards the Colonel. This is crazy he thought, Ash wouldn’t join Von Kurst, he just wouldn’t.

  “Well,” Maurice Hertschell broke the icy chill invading the CEATA Communications Room, “let’s not jump to conclusions just for the moment!” To all around, the Commander’s current state of doubt was still obviously evident, “Charles, please join me in my office.”

  As the two senior CEATA officers left the Communications Room, Nick turned to Jeanette. “Are you okay?” he said, his voice caring, compassionate.

  “I’m worried about him Nick, very worried.”

  “Yeah, I know, we all are, but hey…” just for a moment, Nick’s bright smile lifted Jeanette’s spirits, “you know Ash, Jeanette! Whatever he’s up too; he can look after himself!”

  Smiling happily, Doctor Lana Franke moved away from her restrained, breathless patient and walked quietly over to the sink. She grasped one of the stainless steel bowls, pulling off the cloth that covered it. With a tantalising look on her face she turned around whilst beginning to run the hot and cold water. “I’m going to sponge you darling, to help you to relax and get rid of that disgusting mess across your stomach, then I’ll take a look at your knee.” She paused, filling the bowl with water as Piper’s heart raced. Quickly, Doctor Franke returned to her patient’s side carrying the bowl and a small, yellow sponge.