Hunter Became Hunted

It was a beautiful summer. Nothing boded trouble. But one sunny morning one of the farmers found his sheeps slaughtered. Word spread quickly of the beast that befell Brookhaven. They said it was a wolf. But how could a wolf open a closed door and got into a stables without making a fuss? The hunters set many traps around the village, but the beast didn't even came near any of them. And in the morning another farmer found his livestock slayed. When another night brought a new victims, the villagers went to the forest and raided it, but they found even no trace of a beast.

Few days later, when almost all the villagers were pretty sure, that the beast, who continued killing their livestock, was a curse from the gods, one of the farmers found a she-werewolf in his snare. After all those nights, which she was fed up, she became fat and lazy and was so sure, that all the villagers are too foolish to catch her, that she became careless and forgot about the traps. The beast was really angry and furiously tried to escape, but the farmer didn't lose his courage and took the riding crop.

He hided near the snare and waited, until she-werewolf lose her powers and then he went out and started cropping her fleshy bare backside. Her howling was heard over the village, she kicked her legs, wagged her bottom, howled in pain and anger, but she couldn't break from the snare and even couldn't save her vulnerable buttocks from the punishment. Finally she was broken from the pain and didn't struggle, while the farmer put a collar on her neck. He brought her to the sheriff, striking her sore bottom, when he thought, that she may try to run.

When the sheriff saw the bloody-minded beast, which terrorized the village for a few days, he decided to put her in pigeonholes on the central square and allow all the villagers to punish her. It were a very long two days for a she-werewolf, while her bottom was suffered endless switching, belting, cropping and birching. Some of the villagers even brought a stinging nettles to burn her buttocks before the twilight. Poor she-werewolf begged for mercy and promised never return to Brookhaven.