Free The Lure of the Pack by Ian Redman

sedated patient up and down, then turned her gaze to the bowl of hot
soapy water…and the sponge. “Well my darling, as I told you before…” she
stooped, her face meeting Helgas, “…I’m not letting him go.” With a trace of a
mischievous smile, the beautiful physician gently kissed her patient’s lips,
“it is such a shame we are enemies Helga. It would have been so very
pleasant…to have been lovers.” Ever so slowly Lana ran her tongue down Helga’s
face and neck as she gently began kissing her soft skin. “I have to be very
honest with you my darling, I do find you very attractive for your age. But
then again…” The physician paused; a look of vile detestation lying etched in
her eyes, “I suppose you are keeping your beauty forever now…aren’t you?”
Daintily Lana’s tongue licked Helga’s breasts and nipples, her patient’s
breathing seemingly becoming heavier, deeper. “Oh Helga, you’re making me so
moist between my legs, I do hope you won’t mind me kissing you…my darling,” she
giggled like a schoolgirl. “I have told Otto you must be kept sedated for the
duration of your stay here, and seeing as the man you still love is leaving
very soon, I have decided to take great care of you myself…here…at Feldtberg
Castle.” Wickedly, Lana clasped her hands together in a thrill of excitement,
“aren’t you a lucky lady Helga, to have me, your own private doctor taking care
of you?” Slowly, Lana’s hand snaked down Helga’s now very naked body, towards
the dark mound between her patient’s legs, her breathing heavy with the
anticipation of the forthcoming sponge bath. “Otto will be up to see you in an
hour or so, but for now it’s time for a pleasant wash all over your tired
body.” Giggling again, Lana reached for the sponge. Lowering her face to
Helga’s once more, she whispered ominously, “when I’ve finished bathing you
Helga, I intend to increase the level of your sedation, of course, you must
understand, this is for your own good…and mine.” Gently, provocatively, she
kissed Helga again, “then, once Otto has left, I intend to shave you, and have
lots and lots…of fun!” Without warning, her patient’s hand shot out, grasping
Lana tightly by the throat.
    “NO!”
    The deep, guttural voice and terrifying roar caught Lana
Franke completely by surprise, the pain and pressure across her throat increasing
dramatically as she began to struggle against the ever tightening grip. My God
she thought, I can’t breathe! “Helga!” Lana gasped, “Hel…ga…” Although she
desperately wanted to scream, the perverse physician couldn’t, her struggling
form being pulled slowly downward towards Helga Zeist’s expanding jaw-line and
razor sharp canine teeth.
     
    “We must presume Otto Von Kurst is at his castle,” Charles
Mann talked quietly to Jean-Paul as Ash Piper walked into the Communications
Room, closely followed by Nick.
    “Oh, and why is that sir?” asked Piper.
    Jean-Paul answered, “Von Kurst’s private Learjet is
parked-up at Innsbruck Airport. He owns a castle just north of Innsbruck, on
the Austrian-German border.” Jean-Paul typed nimbly at his keyboard, “from what
I can see on my database, his Learjet is due to take off later this morning.”
    “Destination?” asked Piper.
    “Dusseldorf.”
    “Passenger listing?”
    “Otto Von Kurst and a Ms Helga Zeist.”
    “Any information on this Helga Zeist person?”
    “Yes, Nick checked on all staff listings for the VKE site in
Dusseldorf, she is Otto Von Kurst’s personal secretary.”
    “What about Oratz?”
    “I ran a check on him too. It seems he’s also at the castle,
but flying separately with Lufthansa at 2.15 this afternoon, again, to
Dusseldorf.”
    “That certainly makes sense, two key players in a large
company, travelling separately.”  Piper stood by Nick, the look on his face
conveying troubled thoughts, “so Otto Von Kurst has a castle, a private jet…and
a wrecked