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The Erotic Misadventures of Sam Uley
CHAPTER 3.
I did not always have a pack. For a long time, I protected the tribe from all the supernatural dangers that had remained dormant in the forests. Against the Wampus Cats, against the Rusalkas, against the Children of the Moon and the Wendigos and the Deer Women, I was the protector of La Push and the Quileute Nation. But Leah . . . Leah was my protector. How many times had she come to my rescue, before she phased? More than I can count. How many times had she torn me from the grasp of my enemies? More than I can ever repay.
A little part of me had thought, had hoped, had feared, had worried, that when Leah phased, I would have to be the one to protect her. The Cold Ones were much more difficult to kill. Did the legends not warn us how their flesh was hard as stone and cold as ice? They were nowhere near as soft and squishy as the Rusalkas or the Wampus Cats.
To my joy and my shame, it wasn't so.
And now it seemed I would need her help again.
There I was, waking up in the lair of the Wampus Cats.
Lizzy Gillman called such dens her "safehouses", and she had made several over the years, always moving from one to another, in the forests around the rez.
And in each of those safehouses, Lizzy kept a birthing chair. It was always made of modern materials, but they always had special restraints. Lizzy liked to use it on me. Every time she had the opportunity. This particular chair I recognized by smell.
I remembered, in a flash, the look on Leah's face when she saw me revert the first time.
I remembered how she was clad in black leather and blue denims, while I was completely and utterly naked before her, covered only by my own sweat and jizz.
I remembered the curious expression on her face, the slight parting of her lovely lips, when she noticed the enormous black tail that had emerged from my spine.
My captors had chained my hands behind the back of the chair.
My legs were mounted on some stirrups, spreading them wide.
The first thing I saw was the bright and hot spotlight they had lit directly over my face. Only after I had winced did I feel the shackles they had strapped me down with.
Soon as I started straining, I heard the Wampus Cats laughing at my expense.
There and then I felt fingers around my very erect manhood. The rusalka pheromones had not worn off; they were still clinging to my skin, leaving behind that sweet smell, made me . . . sensitive in the most erotic ways possible. And when the white fingers of Lizzy Gillman touched my very hard penis, my penis grew even harder. And when I squirmed, when I strained against my restraints, all I did was thrust my penis through the fingers of my archnemesis. Much to her very lustful delight.
"You recognize this chair, don't you?" said Lizzy, her thumb rubbing against the tip of my penis. "It's the very same chair I had you all trussed up in when Leah first came to your rescue. But where is Leah Clearwater now? Is she gonna rescue you now? You broke her heart pretty bad. I think she's gonna sit this one out. Don't you? I think you're gonna have to rescue yourself on this misadventure. Too bad you can't!"
I thrashed against the stirrups that held my legs apart.
She laughed and began to pump my manhood, sliding her hand up and down my shaft.
"Aren't you a lucky dog," said Lizzy. "Someone must want you very, very much."
Lizzy and I had known each other a long time. She knew exactly how to get me to release my seed. Even as I struggled not to, my body betrayed me. As soon as Lizzy leaned down and licked the tip of my penis, I could not hold back any longer. My sperm squirted out, just a squirt, but it was enough for Lizzy and her girls to laugh again., even as my semen dripped from the tip of Lizzy's nose and the curve of her lips.
That was when I realized it wasn't just me and the Wampus Cats in this safehouse. From the shadows stepped two more individuals. Both of them were women with long and curly hair, but the taller one was blond and the shorter one was brunette. Both of them were in red-and-black cloaks and hoods. I did not know who they were at the time. It would be months later that I would learn that they were members of the Volturi, a coven of vampires that lived in Italy and controlled all the other covens in the world.
Lizzy smiled at me, and withdrew.
"I'll leave you three to . . . get to know each other."
Their fingers were cold as ice as they grasped my thighs. The Wampus Cats had spread my legs wide, leaving my manhood completely exposed and fully erect.
I let out a roar as I felt the taller vampire's mouth around my penis, and the shorter one's lips against my testicles. Again, I resisted. Again, I struggled and strained. But it was useless. The chains held me tight, and finally I released my sperm in a hot, wet explosion that caused the taller Cold Woman to moan pleasurably and suck on me harder and faster, forcing more of my semen out. Only when she was satisfied did she switch places with the shorter one. Now it was the shorter Cold Woman's turn to rape me. I felt the taller one nibbling my scrotum as the shorter one began pumping me hungrily. I exploded again, and listened to them slurping every last drop of my semen.
What were they doing to me? Why were they sucking my sperm rather than my blood?
After my second explosion, the Cold Women switched places again.
I must have exploded three or four more times before they finally stopped, leaving me gasping for breath, leaving my still fully erect organ to spurt more semen on my thighs and navel. But I had not yet lost consciousness. I just stared, trussed up where I was, as the two Cold Women stood up and licked their pale lips.
"Remarkable specimen," said the taller one. I would later learn her name was Heidi, and she was a member of the Volturi Guard. This would not be the first and only time I would have the displeasure of meeting her. "Athenodora and Sulpicia will be most pleased with him."
"We best enjoy him now," said the shorter one, the one I would later learn was Renata, "Before those two get their hands on him."
"What . . . do you . . . want . . . with me?" I demanded as I continued to heave and thrash against my restraints.
Both of the Cold Women laughed. Heidi was fingering my testicles. Renata was stroking my penis, letting my semen squirt and ooze all over her fingers.
"Is it not obvious?" said Heidi. "We want your seed!"
"We want every drop of your essence," said Renata. "But alas, we need to save some for those who rank above us."
"I hope you don't mind flying," said Heidi. "The sooner we get you to Italy-"
I had heard enough. I tried to phase. I failed. All that manifested from my effort was the emergence of an enormous wolf tail. Now the vampires were laughing even louder than before.
"What's this?" said Renata. "A new thing to play with?"
Heidi seized my tail, tugging it sharply. I groaned. "I wonder what would happen if I-" Heidi squeezed my tail, and more of my semen burst from the tip of my penis.
The vampires laughed like giddy schoolgirls, and so did the Wampus Cats watching.
Snarling and roaring, I strained with everything I had left, bunching up my muscles, heaving and thrashing against the shackles. More of my semen squirted hot and sticky and splattered my navel and thighs. And the vampires did not hide their shameless glee. Suddenly Renata was between my thighs, squeezing my innermost thighs with her icy cold fingers, and deep-throating me. There was nothing I could do. Even as my body tensed up, even as I struggled to somehow pull my penis back out of her mouth, she held me tight and pumped me hard. Up and down, up and down, until I released my sperm yet again. And Renata drank it all down.
And then it was Heidi's turn again. Renata slithered back, her hands sliding down my thighs. And I felt Heidi's fingers wrap around my fully erect organ.
"Feeling the strain, Sam Uley?" gloated Renata.
My skin crawled. They knew my name. I glared at her, and then glared at the glowing eyes of the Wampus Cats around me.
"Maybe we just need to pump you a little more!" continued Renata.
Heidi began to use her vampiric speed. Her head went down my shaft and up again with blurring intensity. I could not growl or snarl or roar anymore. I could only moan as I released more of my seed to Heidi. I winced as I listened to Heidi slurping it down. It was when I felt her hands grasping my testicles that I transformed into a wolf. In the blink of an eye, both vampires withdrew, but then I realized that I was still strapped to the birthing chair. And so did my enemies.
"What's the matter?" giggled Heidi. "Having a little trouble breaking out of your chains?"
I snapped my fangs at them, before a Wampus Cat appeared behind me and lashed my muzzle with a length of brightly colored mountain-climbing rope.
I should have been able to snap those chains. I was in wolf form. I felt myself reach the very limits of my supernatural strength. Not even the Volturi women had managed to entirely drain my power. But Lizzy had always been meticulous. And after every encounter, she made sure to rebuild and redesign her birthing chairs, modified and improved upon the restraints, made sure that no matter how hard I tried, the shackles would always hold me.
No escape. No escape. No escape. The words were rattling around in my head.
My head was beginning to throb when I lost consciousness once again.
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