The Wolf's Hunt
I lay in my bed frustrated and confused. Brad had always been good to me; I was not being good to him. Yet what bothered me was that Brad’s tender feelings did not concern me. Brad was a boy. A boy used to suffice me, but now I wanted a man—no, I needed a man. My thoughts strayed back to the professor and his secret. Worrying was useless. I needed action.
I headed downstairs, sneaking past the living room where my mother watched the news. An urgent news flash crossed the screen about a missing Canadian girl. She was a college student who had been missing for over seventy-two hours. The camera moved to a couple holding hands.
“Please, if you have any information about our Emily call the hotline,” the mother begged. I slipped out the front door.
I walked through the forest, destination in mind. Trepidation haunted my every step, yet I continued to tell myself, ‘I am in control.’ I was not though. The woods around me whispered in a hush. Even the frogs and crickets, normally heard at dusk, were quiet. I approached the cottage as always, with caution and excitement.
Lights cut the darkness around the windows. Stepping lightly I made my way to the side of the house. The living room was empty. Lights illuminated a house devoid of life. Memories of my professor's naked body flashed through my mind. My body heated. My groin ached to be touched. Leaning against his home, I fought my primal urges.
Finally, in control of my facilities and urges, I peak in again. Still empty. I need proof. I need stronger evidence to hold over him. My mind made up I moved around back, hoping to find something inside. 'Had his vehicle been out front?’ I remembered the drive being empty. It was now or never.
I found the back door unlocked and slowly twisted the handle. The smell of pine and sage assaulted my nose as I entered. Breathing deeply I savored the smell of his home. Lingering pheromones retriggered the assault on my desires and I struggled with not getting naked right now and masturbating.
Moving about his house like a thief I searched room after room. The professor’s fascination with history bordered on obsession, especially concerning folklore and legends. I found artifact after artifact displayed with obscene care. ‘Okay all good things to point towards a weirdo, but circumstantial at best.’
I needed hard proof. Something that screamed guilt and undeniable evidence of the unbelievable. My fingers brushed across the faded cover of a book. The title was flaking but still legible, ‘TALES OF THE WOLF’. Interesting, but not definable evidence. I moved to the stairs and listened; silence. Creeping, and yes I felt like a creep, I moved upstairs.
Here the smell of sex was overwhelming. My nipples harden and I feel my body react. My panties dripped with desire. I stopped and touched myself. Hands roaming my body. I almost gave in to the desires taking control of my body, yet I fought off the control of his scent. Two of the upstairs rooms were empty. In the final room, I found his den. Okay, that was going too far, I found his bedroom. Yet, nothing stood out as ‘this room belongs to a werewolf’.
His bed was mussed, which I find surprising. I would have thought he was the always-made kind of person. If I thought the hallway was overwhelming, the smells in here were a relentless assault on my desires.
Giving up on finding evidence I flopped back onto his bed. My treacherous hands slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans. Laying in his bed, smelling him and sex, I began to pleasure myself. Losing control I brought myself to orgasm faster than I had ever before. I bit into his pillow to keep from moaning out as the waves of pleasure overtake me.
Then I heard something from downstairs, a sort of metal-on-metal sound. I got up quickly. My fingers were drenched with my cum. Wiping them on my shirt, I snuck to the door. The sound continued and I heard muffled cries. Slowly, my fear was forgotten, and I moved down the stairs to follow the sounds to an inconspicuous door.
I waited at the door and listened. Only muffled sounds and that rasping metal sound could be heard. I eased the door open and found a staircase leading down. I let out the breath I had been holding and slowly descended. The basement was dark. Fumbling, I found the switch and dim light bloomed from lanterns mounted to the walls. The room was laid out like some kind of medieval dungeon. A torture chamber, prisoners included. On the far wall, I saw a dark-haired girl in manacles bound to the wall.
Her arms were above her as she sagged, held up by the metal cuffs. Then her head lifted and our eyes met. She had a fierce gaze despite her condition. Her green bathing suit top exposed ample breasts and a tight body. Her only other article of clothing was a black bikini bottom. Even tied up, I could tell she was beautiful and young. Regardless of her current situation, she was clean, not what I expected.
“Are you one of his?” she growled at me.
I stared at her dumbly. “One of his what? Who?” I asked knowing it was a dumb question but it just popped out.
“The maniacs! He is a monster!” the chained girl cried.
“No,” I answered and stepped off the stairs into the room. “Are you held captive here?” another dumb question.
“He found me and kidnapped me. He is a monster!” she cried. “I mean a real monster, a werewolf. Are you here to rescue me?”
“I know, I have seen him before,” I whispered, and shushed her loud voice. “I guess. I was trying to find proof of what he is,” I added and did not specify that it was to hold it over his head for blackmail.
“Quick, the key, it’s on the wall over there. Free me,” she begged, ignoring my shushing. I moved quickly to the indicated hook on the wall and then stopped, key in hand.
“Where is he?” I asked, turning slowly towards her.
“I don’t know. He chained me up here and then transformed into a monster!” she cried aloud.
“Shush,” I begged and moved towards her. As the key opened the manacles she collapsed into my arms. “Hurry let’s get you out of here.” Hurriedly we climbed the stairs and moved through the house. At his backdoor, she flung it open. The solid wood slammed into me and the girl cried out in shock. I tumbled to the floor; the room spinning. Then hearing a heart-stopping howl she turned and fled.
“I’m sorry,” she cried and darted out the door. I fought the dizziness and stood up. Looking around wildly, I checked to see if he was inside, but not seeing him I turned to follow the girl. I ran straight into the solid muscled body of the professor. It was like hitting a brick wall. Of course, I stumbled backward, hit my head, and darkness overtook me.
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I screamed as I saw him transform from a wolf into a man. I wanted to go back for my rescuer but fear overtook me. I ran for it. Dark woods loomed over me and the night was complete except for the sliver of a moon. ‘Weird that it is not full’ I thought but then the thought was lost in my need to escape. I had been held in that basement for who knows how long.
I dashed into the woods as brush and vines grabbed at me. Branches attacked me and my fear level tripled. All thoughts but survival were driven from my mind. My body was filled with adrenaline but somewhere in the back of my thoughts was a feeling of shame and guilt. Then a howl pierced the night and seized my heart. I ran faster.