RED HAZE: A Werewolf Story for the 21st Century (5 page)

It was fourteen seconds to midday.

As Anna bent to pick up the case, her life abruptly came to an end, her body being liquefied by the bomb’s blast. The fireball and shock wave engulfed the museum in a tidal wave of pressurised flame, throwing Zara Milt headlong across the building into one of the plate glass windows, her thick-rimmed glasses mixing with the rubble now flying everywhere. The screams of people were terrible, the flames raging, melting skin on bone, like plastic on a hot stove. The death toll was to be horrendous. Over sixty people killed, forty-eight injured, many severely. Amsterdam itself was now in chaos as Police, Ambulance and Fire teams rushed to the dreadful scene.

And at exactly the same time, in three different restaurants at Euro Disney near Paris, three further bombs detonated, with further blasts occurring in Frankfurt and Antwerp. Why? No one knew, but all had the same ‘tell tale’ characteristics of the phone calls to newspapers, and the ‘European Muslim Freedom Fighters’ claiming responsibility.

The whole of Europe lay shaken.

It was just over two hours later when Ashley Piper, after hearing about the atrocities switched on the television and tuned to Sky News. The image in front of him showed a female reporter live at Euro Disney, seemingly distressed, hardly able to concentrate on the job at hand. Over one hundred men, women and children lay dead, with possibly over three hundred injured. The detonations in Amsterdam, Frankfurt and Antwerp were also being reported. It was the worst terrorist atrocity since the attacks on the World Trade Centre buildings in the United States in 2001.

It was also at that precise moment in time, that Ash Piper felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand rigid, his eyes suddenly becoming heavily bloodshot. As the morbid, sorrowful reporting continued, Piper’s vocal chords contracted. Then he growled, a low rumbling, defiant growl.

The wolf was talking to him.

Through his newly formed blood red field of vision, Ash Piper glared as if hypnotised at the horrifying scenes on the television screen. As his growling intensified, so too did a feeling of fervent anger and rage.

Now it’s time, he thought. Time…for war!

3

PAIN AND PLEASURE

The meeting had gone well, he thought, very well indeed. The shareholders would be happier, and he, far richer. It should have been a time to celebrate but instead, the bitch had tricked him again. The glass of complimentary champagne…of course, she must have slipped the sedative into it. How she must have enjoyed stripping him down, and now here he sat…naked and restrained, utterly helpless whilst waiting for that one important phone call.

As usual, she had planned her mischievous deed so very well, right down to the very last detail. She knew he would be angry but that would make no difference. Oh no, if anything it would help stimulate and excite her even more. Yes, he could see her now, in one of the offices, even right next door. She would be gloating, smiling, licking those beautiful red lips at the thought of the torment she was about to unleash on his naked, helpless form. Oh yes, he knew her sadistic ways very well! He knew right now, as he struggled against his restraints, she would be preparing her instruments and watching the clock, waiting for him…to wake up.

As always…her timing would be perfect!

Shit! The mobile phone on his desk…ringing! DAMN IT! He struggled but it was no use, his athletic, muscle-strewn body held tight in the chair. Taut, unmovable! It was no good. DAMN THE BITCH TO HELL, he needed to answer that phone!

His naked, restrained body started to sweat as he struggled again, wrenching, pulling, trying to break free. The phone had to be answered; it was imperative. But it was no use. He relaxed, his stifled breathing erratic, guttural. Wilhelm would know what she had done he thought, if anyone could read her mind, it was him…and she hated it! He tried to smile, but couldn’t. It was sometimes quite amusing the way they both detested each other, and now Wilhelm would be angry. No, not angry…enraged!

The mobile phone stopped ringing.

Frustrated, his eyes scanned the plush office interior. The lights had been dimmed and as usual, the sound of Dusseldorf’s busy, evening rush hour traffic could just be heard through the double glazed, bulletproof windows. He tossed his head back, his heart beginning to beat faster at the thought of what lay ahead, and to what form of torture she had devised for him this time. At the moment he could breathe normally through the leather gag secured to his mouth and head, but he knew it would be tightened up later, when she began her work.

Her painful, agonising, sadistic work.

He struggled again, but gave up the fight, lowering his head as if in submission. The handcuffs held his hands securely around the back of his office chair, his strong, hairy chest fully secured, immobile by the thick black strap wrapped around him. And then there was the matter of his lower regions, his legs taped securely around the legs of the large chair, his genitals fully exposed. The bitch! THE MINX! God, how she would gloat at his helplessness, his subdued appearance, his body, so secure, just waiting…for her arrival.

The minutes slipped by, just as they always did when she had him at her mercy. Shit, how he hated this kind of waiting game, but then again, that was exactly the way she worked. Sedate, strip, strap and secure! It was always the same!

Then…he heard the footsteps, drawing closer to the office door, and not only her footsteps, he also recognised the sound of wheels turning, and a slight…rattling, vibrating. Oh God! That sound…a small trolley! He started to breathe heavily again, his fists clenching as he looked down at his openness, his penis beginning to harden. He knew what would be on that trolley, her surgical gloves, the disinfectant, sterile wipes and of course, her set of needles. Her very fine, sharp…surgical needles.

Oh God! The key, in the door! It turned, so too did the handle, very, very slowly. And there she stood, as beautiful as ever, her white doctor’s coat glimmering in the low office lighting. And underneath her white coat, the alluring, erotic, white lingerie. Her silky bra holding the wonderful curvature of her perfectly formed breasts, and her panties; see through, so sexual, leading down to the stockings and suspenders.

All so clinically, beautifully sexual.

At once, he noticed her dark shoulder length hair, this time swept back in a ponytail, her rich, seductive eyes gazing at him, teasingly, thoughtfully, while her tongue moistened her fine, red lips.

“How is my patient?” Her voice, penetratingly sexual and evocative, “I do hope you aren’t angry with me my darling.” The thin, unbuttoned doctor’s coat wisped around her as she closed the office door and wheeled the trolley towards his sweating, restrained form. Her black, stiletto shoes making soft noises in the luscious carpet as the mobile phone rang again. Anxiously, he grunted through the leather gag, quickly glancing over at his desk. “Oh my darling, I’m so sorry. You can’t answer the phone…can you?” Her voice, full of sarcasm! The phone ringing, again and again!

Once more he struggled against the restraints, trying to speak under the gag, his voice muffled, his frustration showing, his anger mounting as scornful laughter filled the office. Walking slowly over to his desk, the woman picked up the phone and looked at the name flashing on the facia.

It read; ‘ORATZ’.

“Yes, it’s him,” again, a chastising tone in her voice, her beautiful form, leisurely, seductively returning to stand in front of him. Slowly leaning down, her eyes met his, her tongue licking her moist lips, her eyes on fire with lust, and that tell tale sign…of demented mischief. “There is no need to speak to Wilhelm just yet my darling, is there? You’ve seen the news reports, all has gone according to plan, has it not? Besides, I have so much work to do.” He yelled under the gag, wrenching at the binds holding him so tightly, the leather bit inside his mouth keeping his tongue flat, stopping him from cursing aloud. Swiftly moving to the right of him, the beautiful, overtly sexual woman giggled like a spoilt schoolgirl, a jolt of pain rapidly running up her captive’s neck as her hand, in his thick mane of hair, roughly pulled him backwards. The ceiling came into view, her face close to his, menacingly smiling down at him. Then her tongue went to work. Across his forehead, down his right cheek into his ear, then her teeth, gently, ever so gently, nibbling his earlobe, her hot, moist breath sending tiny spasms of shivering delight through his body as his inner ear echoed with her voice. “Are you frightened Otto?” she whispered, her tone, dark, menacing, “are you, because you should be. Look at the needles, my darling. The thin, sharp, shiny needles. Ready to penetrate your body, to make you yell under the gag, to make you struggle…in pain. Yes my darling, it’s time for your treatment, and for me…to enjoy myself.” She released his hair. Panting heavily, he gazed again at her beautiful form, arrogantly parading in front of him, fully opening her white doctor’s coat to reveal her luscious figure, and the ever so seductive lingerie. “Do you like what you see, Otto?” By now, his whole body was covered in gleaming, glistening globules of perspiration. Gently, ever so slowly she leaned down, her left hand taking hold of his penis as it slowly started to swell, her face moving close to his. The curvature of her breasts was exquisite, her nipples standing rigid like over ripe cherries through the whiteness of her brassiere. God, how he longed to fondle and to suck them, the perfume on her body so evocative and tantalising. His nostrils flared with her essence, his senses so alive once again. “Where shall I start Otto?” she whispered again, her voice sultry, intimidating, “perhaps a thorough and intimate examination of your body?” A cruel smile ran across her face. How she loved control, to see her patients so helpless, the look in their eyes one of sexual frustration, and most of all…terror! “Or should I begin my work immediately? Oh…” she sighed, “decisions, decisions, and you’re so helpless…aren’t you?” Laughter again! Cold, sterile laughter, the metallic trolley and its contents in full view as her elegant, white clad form moved around him, her voice now behind his sweating body. “Pain and pleasure Otto, what a delightful combination, don’t you think?” Hastily leaning over him, her ponytail flicking across his face, she gripped his penis again and began to fondle, lasciviously, her kneading, pulling, stretching, making it thicken further, strengthening in size. Her hand squeezed. He grunted. More growth. “Are you being a very naughty boy? Oh yes, you are…aren’t you. Doctor Lana is very unhappy…” She giggled and kissed his forehead, his perspiration sticking to her lipstick, her tongue enjoying its salty taste. He gasped for breath as the phone rang again! “NO OTTO!” She squeezed hard, her grip making him jolt in the chair, his groaning much louder, his frustration building second by second. “BAD BOY!” How she was enjoying herself, “NO…LET IT RING!” Angrily, the beautiful woman walked over to her captive’s portable television and DVD recorder. Enticingly, she turned the screen to face him. “Now my darling, I have brought you a new recording. If you’re a good boy you can watch it with me, before I make you scream.” A sinister smile aligned her lips as daintily, with her white coat flowing, she moved to the surgical trolley and picked up a small, flat box.

Inside it, was a DVD.

Leisurely, her mouth came close to his ear once again, her lips whispering menacingly, “he was only twenty…my love.” His heartbeat was now pounding, hammering, thumping into his head. How he enjoyed her recordings, he thought. There was never any pity for her patients, only pain, and at first…a little pleasure. How he admired her dedication! Yes, dedication…and commitment, to her important work. Just for his enjoyment! He began to relax, his breathing more controlled.

Torture, at the hands of a skilled physician, could be so absorbing to watch, so…fascinating. He was so very pleased he had initiated this form of entertainment with the beautiful physician, for ever since that wonderful, fateful day, when they first met at the dinner party in Berlin, his life had been transformed. Her surgical knowledge and skills were extraordinary, a delight to watch. How he loved her, how he lusted over her.

Walking again over to the television, the wicked smile not leaving her face, the white-coated woman inserted the DVD and picked up the controller. “I made sure he thoroughly enjoyed his first day of treatment my darling. As always, he was frightened at the thought of being kidnapped, but I soon calmed him down. Of course, once I began his surgery… the panic crept in.” Giggling, her right index finger pressed the ‘start’ button on the handset, the man in the large chair looking calmly at the television screen as it flickered into life. Standing to the left of him, she whispered, “watch my love, relax…and enjoy.” Seemingly in a trance, the man’s eyes became transfixed with the images in front of him, the woman’s tongue licking the sweat off his body, the aromatic smell of her perfume assaulting, yet stimulating his senses.

There, on the screen, a gagged, naked young man on her operating table, the straps holding him down securely, his body shaved and spread-eagle across the frame of the cold white table. The camera angle was perfect! Now, over to the left, in she came, pushing her small steel trolley, complete with her surgical instruments. “This was about half way through his treatment. He was screaming far too much during surgery, so I had to keep him quiet.” The man in the chair nodded, his penis rigid, the figure on the table frantically struggling against the straps as the white gowned physician continued her surgery, her unwilling patient’s high pitched, pitiful screaming still being heard, even under the gag.

Such exquisite artistry!

The phone rang again! She looked at him, gasped, then paused the recording, the look in his eyes telling her…this time the phone must be answered. Yes, she knew that look, he was becoming fearfully angry. He could only be pushed so far! Only once had she seen him in full anger and it had terrified even her.

No…never again!

In seconds, the phone was in her hands, the word ‘ORATZ’ flashing once again on the facia, her finger hastily pressing the mobile’s send-receive button. “Wilhelm,” her voice was sultry, but antagonistic, “how are you?”

“LANA! I HOPE YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THOSE STUPID FUCKING GAMES WITH HIM? NOT AT THIS TIME!” Wilhelm Oratz’s voice was loud, and violent.

A long, deep sigh exhaled from the woman’s luscious lips, “Wilhelm, I can play my games with Otto whenever, and wherever I want.” A torrent of abuse filled her ear.

Walking over to the man in the chair, she unfastened the buckles of the gag and removed it. “I’ll hold the phone for you,” she whispered, her eyes alight with depraved thoughts. Smiling, then licking her lips again, she put the handset near to her lover’s left ear.

“Wilhelm?”

“Otto, what are you doing at this important time, playing those stupid, sadistic games with that bitch?”

The man in the chair knew his closest friend and confidante was not amused. “I am afraid I had no choice in the matter!”

“So,” Oratz’s voice was venomous, “another of her spiteful tricks. I hate the fucking bitch!”

“You hate all women, my friend.” The restrained man’s lips curled slightly upwards into an evil leer, his gaze searching that of his tormentors.

The beautiful physician was still smiling, but not at him, her imagination blatantly wandering to the couple’s large, luxurious house on the outskirts of Paris. The house itself was pleasantly secluded, away from the main core of humanity that is normally associated with France’s capital city. Otto had paid a fortune to secretly transform the cellar into an operating theatre for their sadistic games. The physician sighed, revelling in the dark thoughts of her experiments with the lone, kidnapped tourists, surgically torturing them, slowly, agonisingly…to death.  Pleasantly amused, she imagined Wilhelm Oratz, naked and secured on the gleaming, metallic, white table. God! How she would love to make the bastard suffer before she killed him. How she despised him and the hold he had on her lover.  Just the very thought of the pain she could unleash on his body caused her to moisten between her legs. Yes…such a pleasant fantasy! Gently, passionately, her lips kissed the man in the chair as he continued his conversation.