# Soul Stalkers - 03

Author: Arthur Griffin
Tags: Attempted Rape, Death, M/F, Violence, Werewolf

#4 of School Ground Hunt

Soul Stalkers - 03

By Arthur Griffin

Guest Writer: Little Red Wolf

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Having a pair of thralls is like owning a pair of cats.&nbsp; They play together, then fight with each other, then groom one another affectionately.&nbsp; They are always together, lesbian lovers on a campus of liberal gossip which praises one moment then condemns the next.&nbsp; Their behavior draws too much attention.&nbsp; I must complete my task soon.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I spend a great deal of time in seclusion while they tend to their day.&nbsp; I move their thoughts and control their actions.&nbsp; Tammy scoffs at girls who are less pretty than she.&nbsp; Angela dismisses the need to work.&nbsp; I humble them, focus them on each other.&nbsp; I deny them the warmth of my lair when they are bad, and rub them raw when they are good.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Their focus is not where it should be, and neither is mine.&nbsp; For weeks I focus on Tammy while she focuses on Angela.&nbsp; We spin together, a tumultuous pack that nips at each other in annoyance.&nbsp; I teach Tammy to take care of Angela, she teaches Angela to work hard to please me.&nbsp; It takes time but eventually we start to work well together.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What are we preparing for?" The blond thrall asks her big-sister as they gather trash under the light of a flickering street lamp.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't know," Tammy admits, "but I trust, Master."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Do you think we'll be a family?"&nbsp; Angela's thoughts have been drifting there a lot lately.&nbsp; I think her manipulating ways might come from that part of her past.&nbsp; I have seen it.&nbsp; I looked into her mind and saw her shattered family.&nbsp; She does not understand love but the bond between pack mates is strong.&nbsp; She is trying to understand it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I listen.&nbsp; It lifts my spirits to hear them talk like this.&nbsp; Tammy is learning... Angela is following her example.&nbsp; I must find the third.&nbsp; Three is the magical number.&nbsp; I know not who she is yet... I must find her.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ''Hajimimashite, watashi wa Mai desu!'' Such sweet and succulent delights the Japanese school girls are.&nbsp; While most do not deserve my wrath, there are others who do.&nbsp; The Kitsune protect them with their tricks and magics.&nbsp; They delight in annoying the crap out of a person, the bigger and more powerful the more fun they think it is.&nbsp; The Chinese have the Ki-rin, Dragon-like creatures so powerful they could devour this campus and then quench their thirst on a local lake.&nbsp; The Mongolians have the Kahns.&nbsp; The Koreans have the San-Sin and Yo-Sansin.&nbsp; As exotic as they are, I leave the Asian delights alone.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I spot a Native American girl, filled with the spirit of the land.&nbsp; Her tanned skin and eagle eyes are the pride and power of her people.&nbsp; The magic of the land fills her veins.&nbsp; She would lead the pack with a wisdom found only in the heart of this land.&nbsp; She would give birth to pups who could see the spirits as she does.&nbsp; She would be amazing.&nbsp; I pass her by.&nbsp; The spirits of this land are still angry.&nbsp; No creature with blood ties to old Europe can lay with her and not feel their wrath.&nbsp; I do not wish to anger the spirits... so I let one of the worthy women pass me by.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; An ebony beauty with the pungent musk of her people washes across my senses.&nbsp; She is strong and steady in ways that turns me toward her.&nbsp; Hips and curves sway seductively as she struts through the crowd.&nbsp; She would make a passionate mate.&nbsp; With wide childbearing hips and muscles that run along her frame.&nbsp; Her predatory aura pushes out, invading the space of those around her.&nbsp; She could dominate the other females of the pack.&nbsp; She would keep them firmly in line, a partner who would allow me to focus on other things.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She draws me to her.&nbsp; It is rare for a human to draw me this way, making me into her obedient puppy.&nbsp; I salivate at the thought of her flesh in my teeth and her blood in my veins.&nbsp; Her voice is powerful, full of the strength it took her to escape a hard life of poverty and violence.&nbsp; She would howl to the moon and be heard by the stars.&nbsp; She would not be a thrall.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "'ello, me friend," a flash of cold sweat washes over me as the voice comes out of nowhere.&nbsp; "Fine day ta be watchin' da ladies."&nbsp; I know that voice.&nbsp; It is deep, masculine, and musical.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hello, Ansa," I say with the most relaxed smile I can muster, "the pack and the pride still hunt together?"&nbsp; His smile is big and bright against his dark skin.&nbsp; His eyes are noble and powerful, speaking threats without voice or effort.&nbsp; I am aware of his power, intimidated by his presence, and humbled by his demeanor.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Huntin' togetha fer different prey.&nbsp; It be a good day ta be livin'."&nbsp; Ansa's a lion.&nbsp; The great Simba from Somalia are less numerous, but bigger and stronger.&nbsp; Always coming out of nowhere to remind us of our obligations.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I glance back toward the young black woman.&nbsp; She disappears into the student health building.&nbsp; I have to let her go.&nbsp; The great cats of her people demand it.&nbsp; I will uphold the treaty.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The packs and prides are meeting this year," I mention politely and he nods.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "De pride be meetin' sout.&nbsp; Ya tink it all be good?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't see a problem, I have two.&nbsp; The third is a challenge, but I am confident."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ya people and yer tralls," he laughs and shakes his head, "ya neva learn ta be good witout slaves."&nbsp; I force a chuckle and look to the ground.&nbsp; I was never involved in American slavery, just as his family was never enslaved, but he still likes to rub my nose in it.&nbsp; A bad habit he picked up from his time in America.&nbsp; He slaps me on the shoulder and laughs.&nbsp; "Relax, mon, I know why ya do."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He's not Jamaican, but he sounds like he might be from time to time.&nbsp; I watch him leave and follow the young woman into the student health building.&nbsp; His needs are the same as ours.&nbsp; He might take her or find another.&nbsp; I don't know, but I walk the other way.&nbsp; I will uphold the treaty, so Ansa can smile at me without his fangs.&nbsp; The roar of the lion is one I pray to never hear.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The thralls are getting stronger.&nbsp; Tammy's grades are improving and she has joined some athletic clubs to keep her in shape.&nbsp; Angela has found passion in music and is now always singing.&nbsp; It is pleasant to hear this voice as it speaks of life, love, and the things that drive us.&nbsp; Tammy is the heart and Angela is the soul.&nbsp; Now I need the third and we can begin to grow the pack the old fashioned way.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is strange, being so close to the mating times.&nbsp; We have not raised cubs in a long time.&nbsp; Now that the political climate is calm we may decide to try again.&nbsp; We will know when the next pack meeting occurs.&nbsp; Things are going well.&nbsp; All we need is to find the third and keep our noses dry.

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Guest Writer

Little Red Wolf

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Fuckin' bitches!&nbsp; Yeah, do that again!"&nbsp; Fraternity boys, too drunk to think strait, were yelling at the two girls.&nbsp; One who wore her fear like a blanket while the other used her fear like a sword.&nbsp; "Make out with her again!&nbsp; Come one!&nbsp; Get freaky!"&nbsp; Some guys like to watch girls make out, others feel threatened by it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Gentle Angela clung to her big-sister, she had never seen this type of anger before.&nbsp; Tammy held her little-sister protectively, endangering herself for another for the first time.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Fuck off!" spat the stronger of the two.&nbsp; The fraternity leader stood up straighter in the face of the defiant response.&nbsp; He began snarling and spiting at her, trying to make them cower before his strength.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know what these dykes need," the leader said to his group, "a stiff dick."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah," agreed another, "they just gotta be laid right!&nbsp; A good dickin's just what they need!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Bring 'em back over," said a third.&nbsp; "Cum in 'er mouth.&nbsp; That'll fix 'er."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There were five of them.&nbsp; They spread out, forming a circle, two went to the rear while three stayed in front.&nbsp; They closed.&nbsp; Grubby hands reached out.&nbsp; Angela clenched her eyes shut and screamed.&nbsp; She had never been a warrior.&nbsp; Tammy, on the other hand, was a little rougher as a human.&nbsp; She felt the beast in her belly stir.&nbsp; Holding as hard as she could to the reins, she waited for the right moment.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fraternity brothers grabbed their intended victims and tore at their cloths.&nbsp; Tammy twisted in their grip, lunged forward, and slammed her fist into the lead male's stomach.&nbsp; He doubled over but the others threw her down.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Two had Tammy and two had her little-sister.&nbsp; They punched them, kicked them, spit on them, and hurled as many insults as their simple brains could muster.&nbsp; Angela did not have the ability to fight back.&nbsp; They tore off her clothing and groped at her roughly.&nbsp; Tears flowed from her eyes but she was submissive.&nbsp; When the first frat boy put his dick in her mouth, she let him.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tammy was not so tame.&nbsp; After beating her bloody, one of her attackers slapped her in the face with his pride.&nbsp; The rapist then pinched her cheeks and forced himself in.&nbsp; The other pulled her pants off and began fumbling for a proper angle to penetrate.&nbsp; Tammy growled.&nbsp; Fangs and claws sprouted allowing her to snap at the pitiful penis.&nbsp; There was a terrible scream but she was not through.&nbsp; Twisting and tearing finished the first boy.&nbsp; She then turned on the other and thrust her claws into his stomach, penetrating him like he planned to do with her.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The other attackers all stopped, held transfixed by the horror brought about by their actions.&nbsp; Tammy spit the bloody male member onto the ground and licked her lips.&nbsp; It was then that she discovered the shrieks of men to be almost as high pitched as the shrieks of women as they fled into the night.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The young woman took a firm grip on the reins of her she-wolf and pulled herself back to center.&nbsp; Fangs and claws returned to teeth and nails, and as she returned to her human self, she knelt near her little-sister and held her while she cried.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Come on," she said firmly but gently, "we need to get back home."

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "THEY DID WHAT!?"&nbsp; Master's anger threw a chair at the wall and splintered it to pieces.&nbsp; "They forget themselves!&nbsp; They shall pay for their insolence!"&nbsp; He began breathing heavily, trying to calm down.&nbsp; Tammy was smiling.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I took a trophy," she said when it was obvious that he noticed.&nbsp; Reaching into her tattered pocket, she withdrew the part of him she had bitten off.&nbsp; There was an involuntary twitch of recognition from one male to another.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You... fought them off?"&nbsp; Her nod calmed him.&nbsp; "You have done well.&nbsp; Protecting your sister and achieving victory in battle is the height of what our people used to achieve.&nbsp; This evening you have made me proud."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Master's words did not match his face, nor the scent she had grown accustomed to reading.&nbsp; Emotions etched in his face did not fade and she could not tell which one was dominant.&nbsp; Pride?&nbsp; Pain?&nbsp; Shame?&nbsp; Why shame?&nbsp; What had he done that was so horrible?&nbsp; The question was too disrespectful to ask, but it gnawed at her mind.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm honored, Master.&nbsp; What shall we do next?"&nbsp; Amber eyes held her in place as his mind turned many times.&nbsp; Tammy understood he was thinking, but his hesitation always unnerved her.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "We might have to move," he finally spoke with much dread.&nbsp; "This hunting ground will surely be investigated by the authorities.&nbsp; You two will most likely be questioned because of your... relationship."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My... sister?"&nbsp; Tammy asked with a tilt of the head.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Your lover."&nbsp; Tammy had not thought of Angela as her lover until her master mentioned it.&nbsp; True, they did all of the things lovers did in private, but romance was not what she thought of it as.&nbsp; Angela felt more like a sibling to her... and the crazy sex was just something they did, but as her mind swung back around to her master's words, a dull ache began to form in her stomach.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Master, are you leaving us?"&nbsp; He looked at the ground and did not speak.&nbsp; "No, you can't.&nbsp; You're our master.&nbsp; You can't just leave us."&nbsp; She kept her voice level but her insides were screaming.&nbsp; She did not want to lose him just because he saw she and Angela as lovers.&nbsp; Wasn't there room for him too?&nbsp; Wasn't there room for all three of them?&nbsp; Wasn't he looking for another to join their pack... their... family?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I do not know," he finally said.&nbsp; Angela began to weep.&nbsp; Tammy sucked her sob back but the tears still surfaced.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You're not done!" she shouted and then immediately regretted it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You forget yourself," her master said through narrowed eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So have you," Tammy managed to say with more control.&nbsp; "You have yet to finish your work with Angela.&nbsp; You have yet to find a third.&nbsp; I don't know why you need us, but you can't just throw us away.&nbsp; We need you, Master, and you need us."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It took a great deal of effort to say such things to him, but he gave her a small smile.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Are you willing to leave your entire life for me?" he said with a sadness to his voice.&nbsp; "To leave this school and all your friends?&nbsp; To leave your parents and not speak to them again?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "N-nooo...." Angela moaned as she fell to her knees.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You need to be stronger, Master," Tammy said as she crossed the room and cradled Angela.&nbsp; "We're not strong enough to survive without you, but you can't just run away either."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You think that is all this is about?" Master said with a furrowed brow.&nbsp; "You have no idea what will happen if we are found here."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Then we need to make sure we're not found," Tammy said as a tiny smirk began to form on her face.&nbsp; "All we need is a third.&nbsp; Right?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "A third," he said with a nod.&nbsp; "Very well, you tend to your sister.&nbsp; I'll find the third."

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