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"HOOOWL!!!!" A wolfish
howling was heard around the castle for miles away. It was full with
anger, pain and desperation. An attentive listener could hear through it
a swishing and twacking sounds and a females laugh, which surely
sounded quite evil. Pauline, a young
looking pale skinned beauty with raven hair, laughed and clapped her
hands, looking at all the furiously squirming and struggling of Vivian, a
young she-werewolf, who was desperately howling and weeping, being
tightly tied to a birching horse. Her whole body was covered with bushy
grey fur, now very messy, but her buttocks and upper thighs were
thoroughly shaved and now completely covered with very sore and painful
welts. Vivian turned away from Pauline to not see her gleeful gaze and
met her tearful eyes with her another torturer - Lestat, a
tall well-build vampire with short blonde hair. He grinned at her and
raised a bunch of birches again. Vivian wept bitterly. How could she
being so foolish? Why did she ever made this night prowl all alone so
close to Pauline's demesne? She even didn't trespass vampire's
territory, but pale skinned bloodsuckers caught her without any warning
and dragged here - into the dungeon. She tried to struggle, but they
were five against one, so she ended being tight tightly... Another stroke of the birches landed over Vivian's already very sore bottom. "HOOOWL!!!! Why are doing this?! AWOOOO!!!!" Poor she-werewolf bawled in agony. Pauline smirked. "Should
I, a vampire princess have a reason for beating the daylight out from a
mindless beast like you?" she smiled widely, showing her needle-like
fangs and nodded to Lestat. "Continue, my servant! We have the whole night and many more birches ahead! Let's call it a musical night!" "With
the great pleasure, your majesty!" he nodded and brought another
burning stroke over Vivian's already completely striped buttocks, making
her howl in agony. Pauline's
smile became even wider. She wanted to watch someone getting a harsh
whipping for a very long time. And the Best part was that she could say
herself, that this torture for a living being was not just to satisfy
her darkest sadistic desire. No. This was a message and not just to
local werewolves, but for all children of the night. Pretty clear and
simple message - bend before her, the vampire princess of these lands,
or prepare to pay for your recalcitrancy! The vampiress licked her lips,
watching, how the she-werewolf screams and squirms kicking and biting
air now after each stinging birching stroke landing over her bright red
buttocks. This surely was wonderful sight! First she even thought to
birch the she-werewolf herself, but being a princess, a nobility she
couldn't got her hands dirty even by such an amusing job. But even
watching Lestat's beautiful work was a great satisfaction. And she
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When Vivian went hoarse from all her howling and
bawling and was pretty sure, that she'll pass away from the pain, her
torture suddenly finally stopped. Pauline came closer to her broken
victim and touched her by the chin. "Now
listen to me closely, futile beast!" she looked closely into Vivan's
tearful eyes. "Return to your pack and tell all the dirty mutts in my
forest, that now you all are belong to me! Her majesty Pauline Drax! Do you understand me, doggie?" she chuckled. Poor
Vivian only nodded, weeping bitterly. The vampiress smirked. "No, no,
no! Repeat, beast! Or maybe you want some more birching?" She laughed. "No!
Please, your majesty, no more!" poor wolf-girl pleaded "I will tell my
pack, that we all now are your property..." she whimpered. "Good!"
Pauline turned to Lestat. "Throw this futile animal out from my castle,
my servant!" she turned away and leaved the dungeon. Lestat laughed and
untied poor Vivian before dragging her out and literally kicking away
from the castle. Limping and howling out loud,
Vivian ran away from the castle. She was terrible humiliated and
suffered from insufferable pain. But she also was too scared to stop
even for a minute or two to sit down in snow and cool her terrible sore
bottom off. She could only made a snowball and rolling it up
and down, back and forth over her equally red, equally flaming buttocks
all the way through the forest. She was almost feeling, how the
snowball was melting from the heat from her terrible sore bottom. Vivan
howled in unbearable pain all her way to her pack. |
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When poor Vivian finally arrived to her pack's lair,
all the werewolves already were know, that something awful happened to
her. The pack leader, flame furred werewolf-woman named Stirba, went out
to meet her. "Vivian,
what happened?" she asked, but the answer was too obvious. Stirba
frowned. "Who had done this to you? My poor wolfess!" she hugged Vivian,
who was still whimpering bitterly. Weeping and moaning, laying on her
belly with a big snow clod on her badly burning buttocks, while her
packmates gathered around, the whipped werewolf-girl told them
everything. How she was caught by vampires, how they tortured and
humiliated her, and all what their leader, Pauline Drax wanted her to
tell. When she finished her gloomy story, her cheeks were blushing so
bright, that it could be seen even through her fur. Stirba growled in
pure anger. "So,
that bloodsucking bitch really thinks, that she is that superior over
all of us?!" she shouted "And she dares to torture one of us just like
this, being sure, that she will get away with this?! No way! She will
pay for this insult to our pack! To our kind! My dear wolves, this night
we will have our revenge!" The whole pack growled and howled in acclamation. They surely just couldn't
let that vampiress get her away with what she had done. So they started
the preparations. First Marsha, dark grey furred werewolf-girl with a
bushy mane of raven hair, and Serafine, pale grey furred werewolf-girl, stole a
jar full of Holy water from the nearest church, while their packmates
were cutting switches. Then they put the switches in Holy water to soak
them right, making an ultimate birches to punish the haughty vampiress. And
while the birches were soaking, the werewolves attacked the castle.
Pauline's undead servants flee away in fear, running for their unnatural
lives, while the proud vampire princess was caught in her bedroom,
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The angry werewolves tore Pauline's luxurious dress and
cloak apart, while they were dragging her out from her castle and
bringing deep into their forest. Vampire
princess protested, threatened that just after she will be released, she
will return and bring all the werewolves pack to heel, and finally just
begged for mercy, but all was useless. The werewolves tied her to the
old oak and brought the birches. "Do you really think, we will bow before you, bloodsucking bitch?" Stirba asked, angrily looking in Pauline's eyes. "Ugh!
You would not dare to speak to me like this, if my useless minions
weren't this coward!" Pauline shouted. "You are nothing more than wild
forest animals! You have no honour! You have no right do this to me! I
am nobility! I am princess! Let me go, and I will spare you all for this
time!" "Is this your last word?" Stirba asked, riding the bunch of birches. "Hey,
don't do this! This is not necessary! I... I apologies! This all was
just a silly mistake! Please, let me go! And I... I will give you this
forest!" Pauline begged. "This
forest is already ours. And it was ours for generations! Girls, let's
show this undead bitch her proper place!" Strirba nodded to her
packmates and brought the first stroke upon Pauline's pale bottom. Proud
vampire princess screamed out loud like a peasant girl, when birches
soaked in Holy water landed heavily over her vulnerable bottom. Leader
of the werewolves pack herself and her faithful companions birched
undead bitch as merciless as she tormented one of them some hours
before. Soaked in Holy Water birches literally burned undead behind,
making vampiress scream so loud, that them were heard all over the whole
forest, making all the creatures of the night and other supernatural
beings laughing. Pauline
bawled in pain, begged and pleaded, but the werewolves finished the
punishment only after all the birches were broken on her now terrible
sore and almost literally burned buttocks, and she swore on her un-life,
that she and her minions would never even come close to the forest
edge. Only after that the werewolves finally untied the vampiress and
leaved her alone in the depths of a forest. It
was almost dawn, when poor Pauline finally found the way out to her
castle. Right before the first sunbeam appeared over horizon, she closed
the door behind her, still weeping from the terrible pain. Next few
days she was sleeping on her belly in her coffin with opened lid to make
sure, that nothing will touch her burning bottom, which never was this
sore. Even when she was alive. |
