Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 14:02:47 PDT
From: LORD DRACUL <lordracul@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Property of the Pack

Please do not read this if you are not Eighteen years of age.  Standard
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responded to, it is a waist of my time and yours to write such things.

The Property of the Pack
By Lord Dracul
Lordracul@hotmail.com

	I am Henrich Astor; my family is as old as the Carpathians that has
housed them through all these centuries.  I am twenty years old long blonde
hair blue eyes one hundred eighty - five pounds.  My father from a very
early age has taught to me self-sufficient and to hunt in these dark woods
what I need for my survival.  My reputation in the village is renown and
they simply refer to me as the huntsman.  I tell you all of this to say
this, my family being a wealthy nobles live in a manor house in the
Carpathians and have always maintained a deep friendship with the town
below.  For it is from them that we prosper and from us they receive their
protection.  My father, of course, the Baron Astor was a consummate hunter
and had been hunting a creature so vile that it now turns my stomach to
even think about him.  His name is Blood Fang.
	The people of the village have seen him and his pack of werewolves
throughout this mountainside and in the village.  They had taken many
youths and maidens to join their pack.  For once a werewolf bites you you
become one yourself.  It is this occasion that has brought my father and
myself out into this dark wilderness to hunt this beast and his followers.
They have ravaged our small hamlet long enough and it is time to drive them
off the face of the earth or so my father has said.  I simply longed to be
back in the manor safe and warm with a volume of poetry and a glass of red
wine near the fire.  However, I am bound by oath to the village that I
shall hunt this creature and his minions until they are lying at my feet in
a bloody heap.  We had been hunting most of the day and now most of the
night for the creature and my father and I have decided to stop for the
night and stay in a small inn in the village below.  It is a modest place
and stank of the various spirits that were sold on tap.  Upon entering I
found the room with various older gentlemen scattered throughout the room
in various states of drunken stupor and as my father walked in to the room
it became immediately quiet.  For all of the village had utmost respect for
their huntsmen and considering that he was the richest landowner in the
Carpathians the respect seemed to be at an awestruck fever.  I simply made
my way into the room and walked up to the barkeep and sat down on an old
stool.  "My father and I will require rooms for the night please get them
ready."
	"Yes sir, the best that we have."  Said the old bar keep and then
to his son that had been standing in the kitchen looking over the new
guest, "Jon make the rooms ready for the Baron and the young master."  My
eyes trailed over the young man, and he felt my eyes looking him over from
head to toe.  The work of the inn and stables had been very good to him.
He appeared to be no older than eighteen and his body had already taken on
the markings of a man.  Also I could not help but notice the rather large
bulge in the boy's pants as he passed me.  Yes, maybe when father sleeps
tonight Jon would be mine.  The thought thrilled me and I knew that it
would him later.  For his eyes never left mine until he vanished up the
wooden steps to prepare the rooms.  Soon Jon returned, "Your rooms are
ready Baron if you would follow me."  Follow him yes, I would follow him to
the ends of the earth at least to the ends of these very ancient mountains.
Seeing a large window I noticed that the moon had just came up and that it
was a full moon.  Tonight we will find Blood Fang or at least I have a
feeling that he will find us here in either case I shall be ready for him.
I sent Jon down for my things and knowing that he would have to come back
into my room with my sword I sat down on the bed and waited for him
patiently.  Soon I heard a knock on my door and getting up I opened the
door to find Jon smiling in at me holding my sword and small book of
poetry.  I had only sent him for the sword.
	"Enter, why did you bring the book of verse, I only asked for my
sword?"
	"Forgive me my lord, I simply remembered all that I had heard about
you and knew that you would also be wanting your book of verse and I also
have brought you the wine that you like."
	I had not noticed the wine flask.  The boy was bright after all,
but I knew this when I first saw him down stairs.  Intelligence radiated
from his face and his beautiful eyes.  What beautiful eyes they are too. I
wondered if he had many girls that had feel in love with those eyes and
longed to hold his young lithe body.  Then seeing him standing before me
with his head bowed, "Yes Jon thank you that was very thoughtful.  I could
use some one such as yourself to take care of me for I find myself
forgetting things all the time and with you I would always have what I
desired near my fingertips when needed."  The young man blushed.  "Come in
and warm yourself by the fire."  Jon walked into the room and stood by the
hearth warming his self.  "I can not stay long my lord, my father will miss
me and will be extremely angry with me."
	"Yes, but surely he will understand when you tell him that you were
with me."
	"Yes, my lord, I believe that he would understand."
	"Then come and sit beside me on the bed for you must be tired
running up and down the stairs all day.  If it pleases you tell me about
yourself."
	"Only if it pleases you, my lord?"
	"It does, Jon."
	We spent the early hours of the night acquainting ourselves with
each other.  He had told me how his father had acquired the inn and how
eventually it would be passed to him but that he wanted to see the world
beyond those dark mountains.  Soon things progressed farther and he crawled
in the bed with me and oh what lustful fun that was.  I was right he was
excellent in bed.  However, it did not last as long as I wanted.  His
father called him down to fill the wine flasks from the winery below the
inn.  He didn't want to leave nor did I want him to go.  Before going
though he promised to return.  I counted the very seconds until he would
return.  I had made up my mind that he would join us on our adventures and
I knew that I could persuade father to allow it.  As the night progressed I
decided to read my verse and settled in the bed for sleep to visit me.
Even though my hunting mind told me that it was too quiet, I on the other
hand was glad and only wanted Jon to return.  Soon I heard the commotion
coming from downstairs, the door had been busted in and I could hear people
screaming and then I heard the very thing that sent chills down my spine. I
heard Jon begging for his life as a blood curdling howl came riveting up to
our rooms.  I heard the door to my father's room open and as he raced
passed mine he yelled, "Henrich hurry it is the pack!"  I grabbed my sword
and fire blazed in my eyes tonight I knew that Blood Fang would die not for
the murders of the others but for the murder of Jon.  I raced down the
steps into the fray waving my sword with a rage. There at the bottom of the
steps I saw my father laying in a pile of blood next to Jon and as I lashed
out at the darkness I felt a heavy paw come down on the back of my head and
all was black.  Time passed.  Dazed.  Confused.  Chained to a cold musty
wall.  The pungent odor fills my nostrils causing my eyes to water.  He had
brought me to this inn to this god forsaken place to die.  He bound me and
blind folded me and then carried to me to his stronghold in the very woods
that gave birth to me.  There was something about my captor that both
frightened and thrilled me.  My mind was racing as it is now, I knew
instinctively that he was male for his power and scent was extremely
strong.  I found my heart racing as I thought of him.  In the struggle I
had heard one call out his name, Blood Fang.  This realization of who had
captured me caused fear to rise in my throat.  No, I could not be the
prisoner of this demon from hell; he had killed my father and Jon.  Oh, how
I feared him and hated him.
	I hear his breathing as he approaches me and can smell the forest
on and in his fur.  I wonder how old he is and what those animation eyes
has beheld during his long life one that I had vowed and reasoned had been
entirely too long.  He moves closer to me there is nothing that I can do to
stop him.  I feel his tongue caressing my face and then moving down to my
neck.  The sensuous touch of his tongue is driving me mad with desire.
Slowly, I feel my legs being lifted and his tongue lowering itself to my
balls and then heaven as it snakes into my ass hole.  Desire replaces lust
as he continues his exploration of my ass.  I am a man and would give
myself over to beasts but know I find I have no choice.  Killing has been
driven from my mind as I felt his fur press up against my naked flesh.  For
I had forgotten to put clothes on when I ran down the stairs.  Then I froze
when I heard a deep growl escape his throat.  "I will take you now
huntsman, make no mistake tonight you shall be my bitch and then when I
tire of your ass, you shall then become my meal.  Know that Blood Fang is
your master."  I felt indescribable pain as my new master's cock opens my
ass.  I rode a wave of passion and lust as my master made me his whore.  I
found myself trying to meet his every thrust.  I had surrounded my humanity
to a wolf.  When he was finished with me I knew I would find out why they
called him Blood Fang.  I knew he was approaching climax for the pace of
his fucking sped up and with a blood-curdling howl his seed exploded into
my ass.  As I waited for death I felt his paw raise to my face and then the
blind fold was torn free.
	As my eyes adjusted to the absence of light I saw that I was
chained to the walls of a large cave.  Then they focused on my master Blood
Fang.  He stood just over seven feet tall and was covered in jet-black fur
and his eyes pierced the darkness with a dark fire, as he looked at me his
new toy.  Then I saw them standing behind their master, I felt my balls
draw up to my stomach as I saw the pack.  Werewolves of all shapes and
sizes, a virtual sea of animalistic humanity.  Then I heard his voice
again, "You have a choice whore, to continue to serve me as my slave or
die.  Know this now, if you choose to live as my slave and whore you must
also serve the pack.  If any member of the pack should want you when you
are not serving me you must give yourself to them as you have done me.  Is
this understood?"  Then all was silent as a tomb.
	"What say you?"
	I had no choice I had surrendered to him and all the fight had left
me.  I felt as if I had betrayed my father's memory and Jon's but I knew
that I had to have him again.
	"I am your whore Blood Fang, property of the pack, use me as you
will."
	A great howl arose from Blood Fang and from the pack and my mind
went back to an old quote that I had read in one of my books, "Ah, the
children of the night, what sweet music they make."  I looked forward to my
servitude to Blood Fang and as mere property of the pack.

The End