The Curse of a Wolfwoman

Belinda was spending her vacation in Romania. After an excursion into medieval castle, the German tourist decided to visit a Gypsy fortuneteller. Carmelita, a young Gypsy woman, was very nice. She gazed into a crystal ball and started the divination. While the Gypsy was spiking about her future, Belinda looked around and saw a pendant on the table. It seemed to be an antique - a silver wolf head on a silver chain. Belinda looked at Carmelita and thought, that she may just take the pendant. After all, she already payed the fortuneteller for the divination, which, of course, was nothing more then a beautiful fantasy. So the German even didn't listen the Gypsy's words. She insensibly took the pendant and hided it into her pocket. Then she waited until the Gypsy finished the divination.

"Thank you!" Belinda said politely "It was very exciting! I will follow your words, Fräulein."

"Be careful with your words and with your actions, Miss!" the fortuneteller said "I see, that you usually prefer to do and only then to think."

"Goodbye!" Belinda smiled and walked away. Right after she went out, she put the pedant on.

In the evening, in her hotel number, Belinda was getting ready to bed. She walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and looked at the mirror.

"Was zum Teufel?!" the German screamed. There was a nightmarish beast, who looked at her from the mirror. It had a wolf's head, but it's face was still very similar to her own. In a few seconds it changed into a beast muzzle. There was a wolfwoman in the bathroom! Belinda wanted to scream but could only howl. It was her. She was this nightmarish creature! Poor girl looked at her hands, which also changed into a paws. She felt, how a bushy tail cut through her skin on her lower back. Then she saw the pendant on her neck. Belinda howled. She was cursed! The pedant was cursed and she shared this curse, when she stole it. And now she had no choice but return to the Gypsy and beg her to break this curse!

Carmelita was getting ready to bed, when someone knocked on her door. The Gypsy shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. She screamed in fear. There was a terrible thing on her doorstep. Her body was human, womanish, fleshy, with a pair of big breasts and plump buttocks, but her legs and arms were covered with a grey wool and looked almost like wolf's paws. But the most terrible was her head. It was a wolf head on a womanish shoulders. Her eyes were an eyes of a beast, but her gaze was human. A frightened human gaze, no beast could have such.

"Please! You must help me!" the creature growled.

"Jesus Christ! Who, the Hell, are you?!" Carmelita gasped.

"My name is Belinda. It was me, who visited you today." the beast said hardly "I stole a pendant from you! And now I turned into this monster! Please, break this curse!" she howled and wept.

"Oh, so that was you!" Carmelita said, looking around "Well, I warned you, that you shouldn't acting before thinking! Now look, what your greed and stupidity made of you!"

"I am sorry for what I had done!" Belinda growled "Please, help me!"

"Well, since this curse is a punishment for you, the only way to break it is to give you a more strict one!" the Gypsy said.

"More strict one?" wolfwoman howled.

"Yes. You're a thief, and the punishment for thievery, which is proven over the centuries, is a good old whipping!" Carmelita said and took lash from the wall. The she pulled she-werewolf by her tail and started the whipping.

Belinda howled in pain and wagged her bottom and even whole body, scratching the carpet in pain, but Carmelita was merciless. The Gypsy wasn't sure if her "cure" will work, but she surely wanted to punish a naughty tourist, who dared to steal from her, thoroughly.

It took all the night to whip the curse out from Belinda. Carmelita thrashed the wolfwoman not just on her plump buttocks, but when there left no intact places, she started whipping her on her back. The Gypsy went to town on the she-werewolf's body. Wolfwoman howled and wept and scratched the carpet with her claws, but all was useless and her torture only continued.

Only when the dawn finally broke, and when Belinda was half-dead from the pain, Carmelita finally stopped the whipping and brought the mirror to the German's face. Belinda looked at it in fear, but saw not a wolf's muzzle, but her own face swollen from tears.

"Do you see, foolish girl?" Carmelita said "It worked! You're a human again! I see, you can't pay me, since you came naked, so take my old dress and leave my house! I won't see you again!" she gave the German a powerful slap with her hand, which made her scream and jump up in pain.

Wasting no time, Belinda put on Carmelita's old dress and ran away, clutching her burning bottom.

It took sometime, until Belinda was able not just to sit down, but even put on any tight clothes again. And even then  it was quite a while before she sat comfortably on anything but the softest of cushions. Her back recovered quickly then her buttocks. She was checking the marks on her body everyday and seeing them surely wasn't pleasurably.

Belinda was spending the weekend in her country house. In the evening she started getting ready to bed, so she walked into the bedroom, took off her clothes and looked at the mirror. Even after a month after her whipping, her plump buttocks were still covered with the stripes. Belinda wept bitterly and turned her back upon the mirror. Suddenly her weep changed into a howl. Belinda turned back at the mirror to saw, how her grumpy face shifting into a wolf's muzzle. The curse wasn't broken.