VERY GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE DO *NOT* READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, RETURN TO MAIN MENU AND PICK CHAPTER 110

Gaz’s scream tore through the night air as Gustavas pulled the ropes tight, causing them to cut into her wrists as he hung her from the crossing limbs of two ancient trees. He had bound her hands over her head and tied each of her feet to the trunks of trees with a thick, coarse rope. The rope had already torn through the flesh of her wrists and left ankle, she groaned pitifully as he pulled on the rope yet again, stretching her body painfully as the limbs of the tree bent down. Gaz thought her body was going to be torn in two from the sheer tension of the rope.

“So Garou, do you like this?” he questioned as he walked around her, smirking “it’s the precursor to the rack, if you managed not to be ripped in half, you will certainly be several inches taller. That is until you try to walk, and then the bones of your spine will collapse upon each other. It seems being stretched like this destroys those sensitive discs between your bones.” Gustavas laughed as he saw the angry flash of her eyes. “Ahhh, what is it Garou? Are you angry… Good” he sneered “I like to see anger in you, it will make playing with you that much more enjoyable.” He taunted as he cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples roughly, laughing as she winced. “I can picture you now, scurrying along the ground, unable to stand erect or run your prey to ground..”

He stood in front of her his face a fraction of an inch from hers “I own you now. You have no way of escaping, no way of surviving, you exists only because I allow it. And I will only allow it as long as you amuse me.” he grabbed her face in his large masculine hands and jerked her head up painfully. “I do hope you have a high tolerance for pain, I find it so disappointing when my toys pass out. Its really not much fun without the screaming.” Gustavas added as he dropped her face and went to his sack, pulling out a long, sharp knife.

He walked slowly back towards Gaz as he twisted the knife in his hand, catching the light of the moon on the blade. “I always wondered how much a Garou could take” he commented as he traced his traced the muscle of her left arm with his finger “Ech, never much cared for fur” he said as he brought the blade of the knife to rest against her arm “Tell me Garou... what do you hide under all that fur...hmmmm?” he asked as he pulled the blade down her arm, shearing away her dark fur. He felt a stirring in his loins, as he smelled the familiar scent of fear in the air.

Gaz growled angrily as he laughed at her. “My, my would you look at that, soft, pink skin.... this may be more enjoyable than I thought,” he smirked “What else will I find hidden under all this filthy hair?” He drug the blade down her arm, over her chest and across her breast. Smiling with perverse delight, he artfully shaved the fur from both of her breasts, revealing the tender flesh he would work his horrors on first. “My, how lovely, and here I though I’d be bored with you, I expected you to have teats like any other bitch, but this is far more amusing. He allowed the point of his knife to follow the curve of her breast; circling lightly around the terrified Garou’s nipples he deftly pierced one with the point of his blade. “Oh, . . .how clumsy of me” he mocked as the blood flowed from Gaz’s nipple. Gustavas licked at the stream, suckling at her breast like a ravenous infant. He laughed wickedly as she turned her head away from the sight. Reaching up with his free hand, he forcefully pinched the nipple of her unwounded breast, delighting as her tender flesh grew rigid under his fingers. He felt her entire body tense as he clamped his mouth around her wounded breast again, taking in her nipple as well as her flesh, sucking deeply he pulled out as much blood as possible. He reached his hand down toward her legs, his fingers searching for an opening in her thick fur. The Garou screamed out and tried to struggle out of her bonds, obscenities flowing from her mouth as she attempted to avoid his prying fingers.

“Did I offend you?” he mocked “so terribly sorry” he pouted as he pulled his hand back and struck her viciously across the face, causing her lip to split and bleed. “Well what do you know? More blood.” Gustavas wrapped his strong fingers in the long fur of her head and twisted her head brutally as his tongue licked the blood from her lips, then forcing its way into her mouth. He laughed as she struggled helplessly in her bonds, her teeth now clenched to prevent him from reentering her mouth. “If I want your blood, then I will have your blood,” he stated a bit too calmly as he raised the knife once again. Keeping his hand twisted in her fur, he forced her head around, making her watch as he cut through the now bare skin of her upper arm. He laughed as Gaz grit her teeth, trying not to scream, only to fail miserably as he began peeling back her flesh with the knife.

“That’s it, scream.... I love to hear it. It comforts me.... it arouses me.” he snarled as he pulled back even more skin, licking the blood away as it pooled on her exposed muscle.....” Gustavas curled up his mouth horribly as he heard her scream for her clan. “no one is going to help you, they know you’ve betrayed your own kine. They would help me if I let them. Don’t worry though...you won’t die yet, I need to entertain myself. I get bored so easily, and since I can’t go near MacLeod due to your stupidity, you will have to suffice. If she senses me she’ll never let the boy out of her sight.” . . .

Gustavas slurped greedily at her blood as his hands roamed her body, roughly squeezing her breasts as his tongue darted into the muscle and nerves of her arm drawing out more and more of her blood as the intensity of the pain increased. He ran his tongue over the tendon and sinews, pulling at them as she groaned in pain and horror. Growing bored with her pleas for mercy, Gustavas stepped back to admire his work so far. Gaz’s twisted body danced bizarrely as she hung from the thick branches of the ancient trees, her furry face was matted with dirt and blood, the same blood that was now flowing down her arm and over her breast, dripping off the end of the wounded nipple and splatting dully onto the dried leaves of the forest floor. He felt his thighs tense as he regarded her helplessness, she was nothing now, little more than a living rag doll, her only purpose in life was to give him pleasure, in whatever form he chose.

He stared directly into her pain-dulled eyes as his hands closed around her breasts, pinching and slapping them as he bent to suckle from them once more. Pressing himself against her, he realized just how hard he had become, and judging by the cringe of her muscles, so had she. His mouth was salivating over her blood and the delicious tinge of fear it carried with it. “I can’t help but wonder what else is hiding under all this annoying fur” he mused as his hand groped for her sex through the thick covering of hair. Once again, Gaz cried out and tried to evade his hands as they grew closer to her opening. Gustavas balled his hand into a fist and struck her in the stomach, causing her to wretch with pain. “You will do as *I* say bitch” he snarled as he continued to land blow after blow upon her “maybe a little beating will make you more accommodating” he grinned madly as he felt his strong fists making contact with her soft flesh. “That’s it, scream for me. . . Beg me for mercy. . .plead for your worthless life” he taunted as struck her over and over, loving the feel of bruising flesh, the absolute power he held over her in her helplessness. She knew she was going to die, but he controlled when and how, the knowledge was like an aphrodisiac to him. He had nearly gone into an ecstatic fit when he heard her sobbing pitifully as she coughed up blood and bile.

He sighed as his body quaked with an orgasmic shiver, pressing himself against her yet again, he whispered into her ear as he pulled her body down closer to his, causing the tree limbs above her to stretch her to the point she felt her stomach muscles tear “I know you appreciate violence Garou, but what about sex?” he growled as he leered at her, she felt his hands groping her once more until he found what he wanted. Prying at her delicate nether lips, he brutally pulled them apart, forcing her to reveal the warmth he craved, no matter how much she struggled she could not evade his fingers as they forced their way inside of her. Tearing her flesh as he ruthlessly clawed his way inside of her, she watched as he removed his fingers and licked her blood from them. “What is this Garou? Do you not have anything but blood to give me? I want nectar, I want honey. . .or will you make me steal that from you as well?” he tormented “So be it.” He reached inside of her yet again, scratching her sheath with his long claws as his thumb rubbed against her nub. “Still nothing. . .good” he whispered as he pushed in deeper .

Gaz bit her lip to stop from screaming as his fingers turned to fists, he pushed further and further inside of her, to the point she was being lifted from the ground and having the ropes around her ankles tear deeply into her flesh. “Come now Garou, why don’t you scream? I know you want to...” he taunted as he barbarously shoved his hand inside of her, up to his forearm. Gustavas admired the changes of her flesh his beating had produced, he had left her bright red, but now it was turning the mottled bluish-purple of soon to be dead flesh. Licking his teeth, Gustavas bit into the back of her thigh as he forced his fisted hand into her sex, enjoying feeling her flesh tear under both his fangs and his fist. He felt himself grow hard as steel when she finally screamed out in her terror and pain. He had finally broken her, after several hours of cutting and beating she had finally been broken. He twisted his fist inside of her a few moments longer, watching with cold fascination at the way she still tried to squirm away from him.

Gustavas stared at her coldly as he undid his trousers, revealing his engorged sex. He roughly pulled her head back and bit into her neck as he shoved his shaft into her bleeding opening. She barely even had the strength to whimper as he rammed into her, aggravating the swollen and torn flesh of her womb. . .