The Lycan’s Mistress part 2 (trigger warning) (horror, monster) (femdom)

Chapter six
NIGHTMARE ON THE TOWN

Zander’s monstrous form drew closer to the park. The young woman’s feminine scent grew stronger. He licked his lips in preparation of the meal he was about to consume as the young couple came into view, backs turned.

They walked down the dark sidewalk of the park, dim lanterns placed sparingly doing little to light the area. Their hands were held tight as they talked and laughed with no clue as to what was about to happen.

The man was suddenly ripped away from his girlfriend and thrown into a tree. The woman screamed in horror as this dark, fanged, looming figure quickly approached her. Zander snarled as he pounced at his prey, landing on top of her. She stared in shock at his wolf like eyes and dripping fangs. She felt something against her thigh as she looked down to see his thick cock rub up against her, snaking its way up her skirt.

She let out another scream as she fought against his overwhelmingly tight grip. Zander felt a branch break on the back of his skull. He turned quickly, growling in anger. The man had gotten up and was not going to let this monster violate his girlfriend. His look of determination changed to that of fear as Zander closed the gap between them in the blink of an eye.

Zander bit into the man’s throat before ripping it out, causing blood to paint a nearby tree. The man’s limp body fell to the ground as Zander spit out the chunk of flesh. The woman screamed a third time as she turned and crawl away, too afraid to stand. She felt his sharp claws grab her ankle as she tried to scream a fourth time, but could not before he yanked her back and spun her over. She was his prey.

A few blocks away on Main Street, a party bus was chauffeuring a bachelorette party from a dinner spot to a club. The girls were dancing the night away on the bus, the bride feeling on top of the world. Zander approached, having just finished an unsatisfying meal. He could smell them all. The smell of seven horny cunts was intoxicating. They needed to be fucked and he was going to be the one to fuck them.

One of the girls raised her glass and cheered, her scream was cutoff by a smashing window at the back of the bus. The girls turned in shock, frozen as they saw Zander’s monstrous form standing there, eyeing them hungrily. Blood dripped from his fangs and claws, his chest heaving up and down with heavy breath, and his thick cock stood fully erect.

They all screamed bloody murder and scurried frantically. The driver was shocked by the commotion and swerved, ramming the bus into a light post. “Fuck!” He yelled as he stood up, drawing his gun. He pushed past the panicking women until he saw Zander. “Jesus Christ!” He exclaimed as he fired his weapon at Zander over and over, emptying the clip.

Zander was only momentarily phased before his brow grew angrier and he rushed towards the driver. He swung his arm back and slapped the man’s face with his massive claws. Blood splattered the windows and some of the bridal party. The man dropped dead from the single hit.

Zander looked down at the man briefly before eyeing his prey. He lunged forward, attacking the nearest girl. The others tried to escape but the door was jammed. A few towns people saw the crashed bus and called 911. It would be too late.

Zander made his way through them, clawing and fucking. He had penetrated 3 of the women before the windows lit up with red and blue lights. The sound of the sirens immediately drove Zander mad. He ran towards the window he had jumped in through and made a quick escape. Disappearing into the night.

Chapter seven
ANSWERS

Ana returned home from surgery around 530am. She tiredly tossed her keys on the counter and headed for the bedroom, removing her shoes mid walk. She jumped at the sight of Zander, naked and bloody but in normal form. He was in the fetal position on the bedroom floor.

“Oh my god what happened?!” Ana yelled. Zander was silent as he layed there shaking. “Zander! Speak to me!” She cried out. “I… I did something horrible” he said softly.

Over the next few hours he slowly explained what had happened. The two men he killed and the four women he raped and brutally injured. Ana was in deep shock. She didn’t know if she could believe it. Then, while in a daze, she opened Facebook and saw multiple friends share the articles. “A monstrous man rapes and murders” “A werewolf terrorizes the town” and so on.

She stared into space, Zander continuing to cry and shake with fear. Hours or maybe half the day went by before Ana stood up and quickly went for the door. “We will figure this out” she said assuredly. She got in her car and drove decisively towards the location of the femdom circus.

Upon arrival she saw that it was mostly torn down, save for one remaining trailer. She walked straight up to it and banged on the door until in opened. It was the leading woman. The one who let Zander go. She was maybe 40 and looked great for her age. Tall, blonde and with DD tits. It was as if she knew who Ana was the moment she saw her. “Come in” the woman said calmly. Ana did just that.

They sat down at a small table and looked upon each-other in silence. Ana didn’t know what to say. “I know why you have come” the woman started. “Last night was a full moon. A man was bitten here nearly four weeks ago. He changed, didn’t he?” She spoke so calm and collected.

“Yes” Ana replied. “What the hell is going on?” She said exasperated. “I don’t know exactly what it is. Some kind of curse passed on to men of lust. It drives them to do horrible things. Most of the men in my care are here because they want to be, believe it or not. They long for slavery and exploitation. Except Jorge. He only wanted to at first, until I don’t know exactly when, but he changed. He didn’t want to submit. He wanted to dominate and rape. I had to truly enslave him. Keep him locked up and remind him of who holds the whip. Yes, I do exploit his pathetic state for my show against his will, but after what he did to some of my girls, you would not blame me. It’s better than he deserves.” She finally stopped speaking

Ana’s head swam with information. “So he will be like this every full moon?” She asked, defeated. “Worse” the woman said quickly. “The full moon triggered the first transformation, yes. But now he will change any time he becomes excited. Anytime that wretched cock of his grows erect, he will change. And he will kill and he will fuck”

A long moment of silence went by. “What do I do? I don’t know what to do tell me what to do!” Ana cried. “I will give you the tools you need.” She said through a deep breath “Just know, no matter how hard you try to control his lust, it may not work and it certainly won’t work forever. If you love him, you will have to kill him…”

Chapter eight
FEMININE POWER

Ana returned home that evening carrying a large bag. Zander’s eyes perked up at the sound of the door opening. He had showered shortly after she left and had sat there patiently waiting for her.

She didn’t look at him and walked straight into the bedroom, shutting the door. “Ana?” He asked with confusion in his voice. He knocked on the door “Shut the fuck up and wait for me!” She yelled sternly. He jumped, having never heard her speak like that. He sat down on the couch and waited in silence. 20 minutes went by before the bedroom door opened.

Ana stepped out, wearing a bathrobe, black stiletto pumps, hair in a ponytail and her makeup done. She walked over to him, hand behind her back. She leaned in to kiss him softly. “Do you trust me?” She whispered. “Yes” he replied. “Good. Then close your eyes” she told him in a sultry voice. He immediately complied. A moment went by before he felt what seemed to be cold steel around his neck, followed by a clicking noise.

It was a collar. And it kind of burned. “Ahhh what the fuck!” Zander yelled before receiving a sharp slap to his face. Ana had a no nonsense look on hers. “It’s a collar is what the fuck it is. And it has silver in it. It will help keep your monster form at bay” she said matter of factly. “You’re the one who ran off to watch other women and you’re the one who became a monster because of it and committed unimaginable evils.” She said coldly. He was frozen. “Now, the woman at the circus gave me clear instructions and I intend to follow them. You will do exactly as I say or you can get lost. I love you but I won’t have you in my life as a monster. If you must be either monster or slave, you will be a slave. That is, if, you want to stay with me.”

Zander was in complete shock. He never imagined her acting this way. She must really have no choice but to go all in. His cock began to grow at her dominating tone and demeanor, though the collar around his neck started to hurt more as it fought to keep his monstrous form hidden away.

“Take off your clothes” she demanded coldly. Zander hesitated only a moment before stripping completely naked, with his cock sporting a half erection. “Get on your knees” she said with a hint of enjoyment in her voice. Zander did as his wife commanded.

Ana reached into her robe and brought out a chain leash, quickly and decisively attaching it to Zander’s collar. “Come” she said as she turned away, pulling at his leash. Zander remained on his hands and knees, crawling behind Ana and struggling to keep up. She led him by the leash to the stairs, heading into the basement. Her heels clicked with every step. The stairs were extra challenging on his knees.

The basement was dark and unfinished, having an uncomfortable feel to it. Ana led her husband to the center of the room and turned to face him. He stared up at her, admiring her new domineering glow. She slowly undid the robes tie and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing all she hid underneath.

She was wearing a lacy pair of black panties and a black corset that ended just below her breasts, almost cupping them. Her breasts were bare and on full display. He was in awe of her. On her hip, she had a curled up instrument of sorts. A whip, at closer look. It was black with a silver twirl running up it. Zander knew what it was.

She took the whip and unraveled it, snapping it in the air, making a loud crack. This made Zander jump. His cock growing stiffer as the scene unfolded before him. She was so calm and collected, as well as she was sure of what needed to be done. There was no talking her down. He was hers to do with as she saw fit and they both knew it.

“Stroke for your Queen” she commanded. Zander froze. He couldn’t believe what was happening. His hesitation was short lived and he began stroking his hard cock. It was still bigger than normal but not quite the size it was in beast form. The collar only semi stopped things.

Zander was in a trance, working his hand up and down the shaft of his penis, rubbing his cock head with his thumb when his hand reached the top. Ana stood in front of him, face cold, watching his every move. He began stroking faster and faster, his orgasm nearing.

“Beg me to cum” she said in a threatening tone. “Can I cum?” He asked weakly. “I said BEG!” She yelled, snapping her whip once more. “Please can I cum?!” He begged. “Please WHAT?!” She demanded. “Please can I cum, Goddess!” He quickly corrected himself.

“That’s better” she said, sounding proud of herself. He continued to stroke, his balls tightened, readying to blow their load.
“So I can cum?!” He asked, breath shaky. “No” she responded coldly. “Ermmm” he squealed. Struggling to stop his hand from finishing the job.

“I said no!” She snapped, sending her high heel shoe into his unprotected balls. It was a hard strike, immediately sending a shockwave through Zander’s balls and lower abdomen. Zander clutched his balls and hunched forward, having being severely caught off guard.

Ana glared down at him angrily. He was going to pay for the damage he caused. He was going to pay for his lack of self control and for letting his pathetic little cock do all of his thinking. She loved him dearly, but he had to learn. Quickly.

“Get back up” she ordered. He did so, leaning back up but remaining on his knees. His cock still fully erect and dripping precum. “Hands behind your back. And keep them there” she directed. He immediately obeyed. She drew back her whip, looking intently at his hardened penis. After a moment of anticipation, she let the whip fly, connecting with his hard rigid cock.

The pain was sharp and intense. It wasn’t just any whip striking his cock, which would have been painful either way, it was a whip laced with silver, making it burn even more. Zander winced in pain. Ana let a half smile creep over her lips. Again, she struck his penis with her whip. And again. And again.

She worked his cock over until it was covered in red marks from her whip and he was in tears, begging for mercy. “Do you promise to give up all control to your Goddess?” She asked. “Yes Goddess!” He responded through the tears. “Do you promise never to question my authority or judgement?” She said with one raised brow.
“Yes Goddess!” He knew the answer to all of the questions. “Do you accept that I know best, no matter how difficult or painful it is for you?” “Yes Goddess!” He cried out. “Good boy” she whispered triumphantly, before giving his balls another kick.

Chapter nine
A CAGED BEAST

Ana laid down her whip and sauntered sexually over to Zander. “Stand” she commanded and he obeyed. His cock was on fire and his balls ached. This time she knelt before him, but only to examine his bruised cock. “Awww” she said before kissing the tip. “All better” she giggled. She went from cold to playful almost instantly.

She looked up at Zander, who looked down with complete adoration and surrender. “Close your eyes” she told him. The moment he complied he felt a cold ring slip around his scrotum. It burned as if it were silver and Zander winced in pain. He opened his eyes in horror as he saw Ana attach a small phallic shaped cage to the ring, enclosing his cock inside. It was a chastity device. A PURE SILVER chastity device. Even when his penis was completely flaccid the cage was still tight and the silver burned, though it was a burn that was somewhat bearable.

“Umm, Ana?” Zander asked as if she were out of her mind. “What” she said flatly. “I don’t know about this” “Well I do!” She retorted. “I love you and I don’t want this curse taking you away from me but, I will NOT allow you to turn into that thing and hurt more women” she stated firmly. “This is the only way. I have the key. I control your cock. When you are home you are to be wearing both the cock cage and collar. At work, the cage alone will have to do. Your stupid penis has too much power over you so I am taking it. It’s mine. And I will keep it caged up tight.” She was sounding very self assured.

Zander didn’t know what the circus woman told her, but he knew she certainly convinced her what needed to be done. Zander immediately chose to accept this development. After all, he always longed to be her slave, now it was coming true. Albeit in a horrific and overly intense fashion…

The next week went by agonizingly slow. The silver cock cage was constant torment and Ana didn’t make it any easier by wearing the key on a necklace, hanging just above her enchanting cleavage. It was almost as if she was teasing him on purpose, keeping him horny with him knowing release isn’t a real viable option.

The town was still abuzz with talk and of what had happened. Zander was unrecognizable enough in beast form as well as his DNA mutated so there were virtually no signs pointing his direction. He felt horrible about it all but part of him still believed he was not at the core of blame.

Zander sat at his desk trying his best to focus on his work. It had been a week since he orgasmed or even achieved a full erection and it was starting to become unbearable. His cock was constantly straining against its cage and had recently started leaking an absurd amount of precum. His horniness was at an all time high. The more his dick pressed on the cage, the more it burned. “Would this ever end?” He thought to himself.

His fantasies played in his mind while he unenthusiastically did his work. He was torturing himself by thinking these thoughts. Part of him found this whole situation a nightmare but the other part wanted to go further down the rabbit hole of submission and slavery to Ana. Either way he didn’t have a choice really. His cock was almost a curse before this ordeal. It controlled him and now he must pay the price…

That evening he returned home to a note which was the third time this week. Ana seemed to find them more personal and more demeaning than a text. This one was about the same as the last but slightly more explicit.

Slave, as soon you see this you are to strip naked and put your collar on. Remain this way until I am home. I expect a hot dinner waiting for me. Make enough for one only. You may have a bowl of cereal if you’re hungry. Be ready to put that tongue to work 💋

She had been signing the notes with a kiss. Damn, second night this week that he would not get a real dinner. He knew she needed to control his cock but this seemed extremely unnecessary. Like she was still punishing him, and enjoying it. Maybe she just wanted to see how far he would go to submit. Either way, he was loving it, as hard as it was. Maybe he needed his free will taken away…

Zander waited patiently on his knees while Ana ate dinner. She was on her phone the whole time, paying no attention to him. Once she finished, she motioned to her dishes. Zander knew to rinse them and load them into the dish washer. Upon returning to the dining room he saw that she had moved to the living room.

She sat in the nice large chair. It was his spot until last week. He was no longer allowed to use it or the couch. Ana had moved an old wooden chair into the room which was the only place he was allowed to sit.

She pointed demandingly at her feet. Zander wasted no time in dropping to his knees in front of her. He went to undo the buckle of her high heel. “Not yet” she said firmly. “Clean them first. With your tongue” a slight smile took to her lips. Zander leaned in and licked the bottom of her shoe. He looked up to see her watching intently and expectingly. He continued to lick them clean. “Suck” she commanded as she stuck her heel into his face. He complied, taking the entire four inch heel into his mouth. She moved her leg back and forth, effectively fucking his mouth.

His cock tried its hardest to come erect, burning against the small silver cage. “What was she playing at?” He wondered. Was she just trying to be the dominatrix he always wanted since she had to control him any ways? Or did she really enjoy this? Making him feel small? Did she truly see him as only a slave now? His mind swam with these thoughts.

Before long, Ana told him to remove her shoes and give her a foot massage. It was long and sensual with one hundred percent of his focus on her beautiful pedicured feet with purple toenails. His favorite.

After he was done, he knew what was next. He kissed the top of her feet a few times in reverence before bringing his tongue to the bottom of her foot. He slowly ran his tongue up the length of her foot, again and again. After the fifth or sixth time, when he reached the top of her sole, he took her big toe into his mouth and sucked hard.

She watched as he sucked her toe like a small cock, greedily. He then moved on to the next toe and the next. Giving each of her toes the attention they deserved.

He worshipped her beautiful feet for what seemed to be an hour. Once she was satisfied, she stood up and reached under her skirt and slowly removed her underwear. She sat back down and spread her legs, eyeing Zander seductively. He gulped and licked his lips with anticipation.

Zander leaned in and inserted his head under her skirt. Her scent was delightful. He kissed her pussy lips gently, like blowing on a hot meal before consuming. He ran his tongue up her slit, noticing how wet she already was.

He licked two or three more times until his tongue stopped on her clit. Clitoral stimulation was her favorite. He softly lapped at her clit, hearing audible moans escape her lips as he did. She began moving her hips, thrusting forward to increase pressure. He quickened his pace as her breath grew shallow and her heart beat faster.

“Fuck! What a good boy you are” she whispered. A thick string of precum was hanging from his cage as his cock strained to get free. All he wanted to do was fuck Ana. That’s what every fiber of his being told him to do. Fuck her. But he couldn’t.

His tongue worked fast and hard and began to cramp but he continued to push. “Fuuuuuck” she moaned as her legs closed in around Zander’s head, applying great force. He continued to lick as she her orgasm came and then went, leaving her juices all over his face.

Ana exhaled slowly as she pushed Zander out from under her skirt. They both fought to catch their breath, looking deep into each other’s eyes. There was still a very deep love there and they both knew at that moment that this was the way it should be. Her the strict Goddess and him the obedient slave. It would be anything but easy for him but he was willing to give it his all and go through the fires of hell for her.

Chapter Ten
HUMILIATION

Zander woke to another painful erection in his small chastity cage and his shorts were soaked with precum. Another sex dream starring Ana and costarring Vanessa. He had recently come clean about his dreams and fantasies surrounding Vanessa getting involved with their dynamic and sex life. Ana was put off at first but has since teased and jested about the topic.

It was Saturday so thankfully he didn’t have to try to focus on work today. The overbearing need to fuck and cum was excruciating. He looked over at Ana who was fast asleep. Her pale skin looked smooth and her soft cheeks looked fuckable. He thought about dry humping her to wake her up but he had tried that last week and she wasn’t too receptive of it anymore. He decided to get up and take a cold shower…

Zander was hoping to have an afternoon out with Ana but she quickly informed him she would be spending the day with Vanessa and that he would have a list of chores to do while she was gone. Man, this slave thing was getting irritating at times, he thought. When it wasn’t revolved around his fantasies it wasn’t as fun. Which seemed to be becoming the norm.

It’s about serving HER he had to remind himself. On the plus, as long as he was in the silver chastity, he didn’t feel the beast within him other than the insane horniness. He hoped he would never have to turn into that thing again and if that meant doing chores and worshipping his wife then that’s a win-win, really.

He reluctantly started in on his chore list, putting in headphones and listening to his favorite Metallica albums in order. The day went by quick as he kept himself busy and before he knew it, it was almost dinner time.

He got a text from Ana. “Start dinner. Enough for two” it said. Yes! It seemed four out of seven days of the week she did not allow him to eat a proper dinner and instead made him eat cereal or a cold plain sandwich.

He made their favorite dinner which was chicken Parmesan. He had become quite the cook. He got the table set up real nice and proceeded to wait at the door for Ana. He still wore nothing but the chastity cage and collar.

Her car finally pulled in and his heart started pounding when he realized Vanessa was getting out of the car with her. Shit. He had to hide.

He ran to the bedroom and closed the door. Ana and Vanessa entered the house, talking and laughing. “It smells delicious in here” Vanessa noted. “Yes, Zan has become a bit of a chef since I made him my slave” he overheard. WHAT. She TOLD VANESSA? Zander didn’t know what to think. What all did she know? That he was a monster? That he had to let his wife lock his cock in a small silver cage or else he would lose her and probably go on another rampage? His heart was beating even faster now.

“Ohh slaaave. Come out come out wherever you are!” Ana sang while giggling, to Vanessa’s delight. “I mean it, Zander. Come out here. As you are.” She demanded firmly. He knew what she meant. Defeated, he opened the bedroom door and meekly walked into the living room, covering his chastity with his hands.

Vanessa let a smug smile loose when she saw him. She had less curves than Ana, but still had a decent figure with red hair and light green eyes. “Stand in the center of the room” Ana ordered to which he complied. “Put your hands behind your back” she said. He hesitated. “Now!” She snapped. Zander slowly moved his hands behind his back, revealing his caged cock to Vanessa. Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth in shock. “Aha! Oh my godddd! Look at his little cock all stuck in a cage” she taunted. Zander’s face grew red.

“It’s cute isn’t it” Ana said with a sly smile. “It’s a shame he has to at least partially transform into that monster for his cock to be of any use” she said coldly. So, Vanessa DID know about the whole werewolf thing. And also, ouch.

“Slave, I have told Vanessa everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. She wanted to see for herself, so here we are. You are to serve us dinner.” Zander didn’t say anything. “Is there a problem?” She asked with an annoyed tone. “Do I get to eat as well?” He asked meekly. “Of course you get to eat” she assured him. “I brought you a special dinner” Shit, what was she conspiring?

Ana reached in her purse and brought out a can of wet dog food… “A good puppy can’t go hungry now can he?” She asked teasingly. Was she SERIOUS?! Zander was trying to grasp the situation. Vanessa smiled and blushed at his predicament. She was definitely as much if not more of a sadist than Ana. She was loving this.

Ana and Vanessa sat at the table while Zander served them their plates and drinks. Once they were settled, Ana ordered Zander to get a bowl and place it by her feet. She then emptied the contents of the dog food can into the bowl and eyed him expectingly.

Zander was frozen. “What? Is something wrong with it?” She asked innocently. “Here, let me help” she said before leaning over and spitting into the dog food multiple times. Her and Vanessa laughed. “Holy fuck you’re a mean bitch” Vanessa said through almost hysterical laughter. “Can I try?” She asked excitedly. “Sure, why not” Ana answered nonchalantly.

Vanessa clapped giddily before holding her red hair back and spitting into his food also. “Bon appetit” she said mockingly. Zander was confused. Both of these beautiful women spitting in the dog food was incredibly humiliating but also made him want to eat it more. He craved their fluids.

Fuck it, they already saw him as a lowlife slave. He bent down and ate like a dog. Both girls were almost shocked. They watched for a few moments, laughing, before deciding to enjoy their meals. Once they were all done, Zander cleared the plates and joined them in the living room. Ana wanted to visit with Vanessa so she had him kneel and act as her foot stool while they talked.

After what seemed to be hours of leg cramping, Vanessa finally announced she had to leave, regrettably. “Well Slave?” Ana asked. “Kiss our guest goodbye” she said, pointing at Vanessa’s feet. With only a second’s hesitation, Zander, having already been on his knees, simply bent down and kissed the top of Vanessa’s feet. Two kisses per foot. She grew red in the face. “What a good boy!” She teased. Her and Ana hugged and kissed goodbye as she left.

Ana then immediately went to wash up and go to bed, saying little to nothing to Zander. He, on the other hand, was feeling a tornado of emotions. Humiliation, neglect and extreme horniness. His cock had been dripping precum all night which he knew Vanessa was staring at often. He had to cum soon.