Cht 3
Ella answered the door herself at the insistent knock, which surprised Laura. The woman's face was marred with bruises, and Ella did not miss the haunted look in her darkened eyes. She stood aside and led her friend and neighbor into the sitting room, told a servant standing off to the side to send up tea, and took Laura's hand as soon as they were seated.
"He is here," Ella started matter of factly. Laura immediately tensed and Ella squeezed her hand reassuringly, never letting go of it. "I have him in thrall, he will not hurt you Laura. Nor will he come after you."
"Ella! How can you—" Laura stammered aghast at one of her oldest friends. The stirrings of betrayal rose through the shock at Ella's statement.
"I have taken him as my charge. From here out, he is my responsibility. I know what he's done," she said quellingly, over Laura's continued remonstrations, even as the tea cart arrived. "He needs a firm hand and an established pecking order. He will no longer be a threat."
"Ella, he isn't a horse who's hard to break!" Laura ground out, "he murdered my boyfriend's ex! He tried to rape me!"
Her voice broke with the declaration, and Ella solemnly nodded.
"I know it, I saw. And I am so, so sorry that happened. But you do have to take into account that the wolf nature took over and exacerbated Stewart's inner nature. Nature, in and of itself, is wild and often violent. All of that is a bid for dominance in a turf war that started with men and ended with animals. When Stewart attacked he was more wolf than man, and it was a bid for a mate and to establish dominance. He never could have taken you; your alpha always would have won. Stewart is only a beta, and he would always cower as long as the dominance was established. Your mate never did that. If I'm not mistaken, you shot Stewart, yes?"
"Yes," Laura acknowledged tearfully.
"Then karmically you two are now balanced. Will went after him for mating with his wife, then again after her death and in defense of you. They are balanced as well. You both sent him off with his tail metaphorically tucked between his legs. He knows he is outclassed, and he grudgingly admits he needs my protection. He nipped me."
Laura's face swarmed with emotions, as more shock, sadness and even some fear warred across her features.
"I will be fine," Ella said gravely. "This actually affords me an opportunity to better keep him in check. You know I am an alpha, Laura."
"I do," Laura said slowly, reasoning it out, "and I know you are powerful. But I still don't know how you can do this? Those weren't his only crimes! Both our guards—"
"I'll exact your pound of flesh for each of them, make no worry. Their deaths were not in vain, at any rate. They died defending you, didn't they?"
"Yes," she said a bit guiltily.
"Look, Laura," Ella, said squeezing her hand once again. "None of you had any idea the ramifications of what happened. No one had any control, including Stewart. Will is not completely clean in this either, even though that initial bite was an accident. He bit another man's hand nearly off, and as a result that man will turn as well. He bit you, he bit Stewart…his impulse control is weak-especially for an alpha. There has to be a point where you all learn how to control the animal versus human impulse, so that no more tragedies happen. Before long, that will be my struggle as well. Being aware of it will help me. Checking the lore for a treatment may help. Unfortunately there is no cure."
Laura sighed deeply, absorbing all of this.
"I don't know how to feel about this," she said, resignedly. "I don't know what to think or do…"
Ella reached up and brushed a hand over the other woman's hair. "It will come. You and your alpha will cling to each other. I will pass on to you whatever I can, whatever I learn. You're changing quickly already, by the next full moon you will have transitioned fully, as will I. We are on this course, all of us, like it or not. As the saying goes, 'fate keeps on happening.' We'll see how it spins out."
Ella emitted a low groan as they both heard a sharp thump from upstairs.
"What is that?" Laura asked worriedly.
"Stewart," Ella replied resignedly. "I left him in the bath. Clearly he needs supervision."
Ella was at a loss for words when she checked in upstairs. She had sent Laura on her way, with more assurances that she would handle both Stewart and their developing transformations. When she poked her head through the bathroom doorway, there was a fully wolfed out Stewart shaking sullenly in a corner of the tiled room while what appeared to be half the bathtub's worth of water pooled over the floor in every direction.
"You truly are more dog than man," she said wryly, taking in the scene and shaking her head. At the sound of her voice, Stewart started and stared back at her, openly stroking himself almost thoughtfully. "Oh no, you don't," was her sharp reply. "Not yet."
He bounced toward her almost jubilantly, an all too human smirk on his lips. Rather than use magic this time, she deftly spun him across her hip as he lunged, using his trajectory and body weight against him. He landed with a humphing thump on the floor and she took full advantage to swipe a sharp cracking smack across his behind.
The slap only spurned him on and he turned with a wicked grin, now fully erect. "I guess they don't call it a little slap and tickle for nothing…this will definitely be more than a tickle though," he snarked.
Ella laughed mirthlessly. "I suppose it is time for your first lesson, Stewart and no, it won't tickle."
With a wave of her hand, she summoned a pair of silver handcuffs that clasped over his wrists even as he prepared to launch himself at her again. Howling in rage, Stewart snarled and made to break the cuff links.
"Not happening," she mocked in a sing song voice. "Those are silver cuffs, dear heart, they are impervious to you. Remember? Silver is the one thing that can harm you, and it is the one thing that can hold you."
Stewart shot her a look of beastly loathing. Ella merely laughed at his discomfort. "Do you want me, Stewart?" she asked pointlessly. Stewart was quite prominently erect and crawling toward her even as she spoke, deep guttural growls emanating from him. He would tear her apart if he could, but she was not about to let that happen. He got close enough that he thought he could tackle her and she spun him off once again, only to land behind him. She threw herself over the top of him and he tried to buck her off. She clasped one hand over the linked cuffs and another grasped his shaft. All of a sudden he stopped when she clamped a vice-like grip over his penis. She loosened her grasp slightly and stroked once. He all but arched into her and bucked his hips against her hand, trying to stroke repeatedly into her.
"Uh uh uh," she mocked, "you'll get there. But first, I have to show you who's boss." She leaned over his back and nipped lightly at his ear. He wiggled under her, groaning aloud, and she began stroking again. All of a sudden, she let go of his cock and delivered a sharp smack to his tightly rounded bum. He reared up and nearly broke her grasp over the handcuffs.
"What the hell are you doing?" the man in him demanded, insulted.
"Exactly as I said," she smiled into his ear. She reached back around and begin palming him again, long lazy strokes from root to tip. She circled a finger over the opening at the tip, which was already weeping with the first traces of semen. He was primed, she knew.
Ella ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and he groaned pleasurably before he could protest more. With a whisper of magic, her clothes disappeared and she stood, stepping around his body so he could see her fully nude in front of him. His eyes raked over her, devouring her form with his golden gaze. Ella kept her hand clasped over his cuffs and began to lead him over to a padded bench at the foot of her bed. She moved the bench a couple of feet out into the room, revealing a length of chain bolted to the floor beneath it. To this she secured Stewarts restraints, forcing him to lean over the bench on all fours. She could see his cock quivering slightly, but she focused her attention on the tight ass exposed to her as he bent over. She ran a hand down one cheek and he wiggled, bucking backwards against her with another growl. As she placed herself squarely behind him, she flexed both hands over each cheek, squeezing and cupping him. She delivered one more smack across both cheeks and reached under to stroke his taint, teasing, driving him mad from want.
Stewart was panting, chest heaving, not sure whether to fight or fuck. She was driving him absolutely insane and he couldn't get enough. He bucked again, trying to rut against the bench for some relief at least, when he heard her summon something else. He leaned his head to the side to see a large heavy trunk slide its way across the floor to her. She rummaged through it quickly, taking out a bottle of lube and a…strap on. Oh no, he thought, nononononono. Fuck that! No. He pulled against the restraints, tugging and growling, the wolf taking full control out of sheer panicked instinct. What does she think she's going to do with that, he wondered. But he knew. He knew.
Ella smiled, her face obscured as she still sat behind him, but she ran a hand through his hair as he tried to leap and back away, tugging furiously at the chain. Frustrated growls and whimpers erupted from him and he turned his head and actually snapped his teeth at her.
"Stewart," she said plyingly, "it won't hurt. You'll probably even like it."
She strapped on the device and squeezed a bit of lube onto her palm, then resumed stroking Stewart's large member. It throbbed in her hand and began stiffening up again, however much it had gone flaccid from his earlier panic. Ella reached a second hand under him and cupped his sack, squeezing lightly as her stroking got stronger and more fluid with the lubricant. Stewart's eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he unconsciously began grinding his hips against her hands. While he was doing so, she slipped a lubed finger around to his anus and circled it while she leaned forward and placed kisses along his shoulders and neck. He paid no notice, even as she poked a finger inside him and she stroked quicker along his length. When she picked up the pace, he groaned, and she took the opportunity to stick a second finger in his orifice, probing at the prostate two inches inward. The girl stimulating his male G spot had him writhing his backside against her hand, even more frenzied than before.
Ella quickly removed her fingers, grabbed the lube and saturated the synthetic penis attached to her hips. She renewed the vigor of Stewart's hand job by using both hands now and probing gently at his anus with the tip of the rubber tool. He bucked against it and nearly scrambled forward again, but Ella held him fast by the penis. She pushed slightly inward and continued stroking with one hand while she reached between them with the other and pulsed at his perineum. The combination of all three points made Stewart lose control at last. He bucked and writhed with the feeling of utter fullness. He felt penetrated fucking everywhere and he couldn't stand it. His chest heaved as he pulsed his hips between her hand and hips, bumping, grinding and gyrating in complete abandon. Ella fisted him rapidly, feeling his balls tighten against her knuckles while she worked his erection, pumping and pulsing against his thick veiny organ. Stewart couldn't help it. He threw his head back and howled as his balls, butt and cock tightened uncontrollably and pumped seed all over the bench in front of him.
He fell forward, slightly dizzy from the strength of his climax, taking the girl with him thanks to the strap-on that still linked them both. Ella, panting slightly from her own exertion, eased the dildo out of Stewart and leaned forward to lick his earlobe.
"Good job Stewart," she said, then patted his bum. "I'll get a cloth and clean you up. Take a breath."
Stewart was surprised he didn't pass out as she padded away to the bathroom. He stayed there, laying in the sticky wetness, and tried not to lose consciousness. His panting slowed by the time she returned, with a warm wet cloth and a glass of water. He drank thirstily as she tipped the glass to his mouth, but managed to barely spill any. He sat still while she wiped the semen from his belly and the bench, but his brow furrowed when she draped a huge fluffy blanket at the foot of the bed.
"This is for you," she said, patting the cover. "You earn your place to sleep at the top with me, and you earn your freedom from the restraints. We have trust to build between each other, Stewart, but tonight was the first step. You know now that I am in charge here. I am your alpha, and as I change and I need to rut in heat, you will know that I need you to be able to step up and take charge even when I am weak. You have to be my second, but you have to be able to be trusted first. If I cannot trust you, then we accomplish nothing. If you continue being the scurrilous little rodent that you have been, you most likely will be killed. No one needs to consider you competition."
He narrowed his eyes at her as she pushed the bench away toward the wall and settled the trunk beside it.
"Laura was here earlier," she stated matter of factly, and had the satisfaction of seeing him blanch before looking sheepish. "I could have sent Will straight to you through her, but I convinced her that you are under my charge and are now harmless."
He shifted weight from foot to foot when Ella leveled her gaze at him. "If you give me any reason to doubt myself on that point, Stewart, I will do for you myself. Do you understand?"
Stewart gulped involuntarily. "Yes."
"Your behavior dictates how I treat you."
"Al—alright, we'll just ah—"
"I mean it Stewart. If you harm any of my staff, me—anyone or anything while you are under my care—I will put you down like the dog you are becoming. You have the absolute power of controlling your nature, your urges, and your transition, and you are now accountable."
"Yes ma'am," he scoffed. A crop he hadn't noticed that was hanging on the wall beside him launched itself into the air and delivered a sharp swipe across his backside. Stewart yelped and leaped, slashing out at the airborne whip. It resettled itself on the wall.
"No smart back talk," Ella said simply. "You will call me Mistress, as that is what I am to you. The longer you act more like a wolf than a man, the longer I treat you like one. Show me you can control yourself and the chain comes off; show me how to act like a man and you sleep up here with me," she said, patting the pillow beside her as she settled herself on the bed.
"Do you understand, Stewart?"
"Yes." Though his words were simple, the challenge was alight in his eyes. The little sycophant would be devious and underhanded about it, but he would test her. The chain rattled as he climbed up on the bed and made a business of settling himself in the blanket she had provided. The lights dimmed as if of their own accord, and Stewart shivered a bit at his strange new predicament. He would grudgingly admit that he had enjoyed his pegging, but at the same time he began to plot away at how he could mount this slim little vixen whose bed he shared. He so wanted to chew on her thighs, and he still was not entirely sure whether he wanted to take a bite as well.