Free RED HAZE: A Werewolf Story for the 21st Century by Ian Redman

survived another two days of pain and pleasure, before his heart gave out.” Her voice was a sultry whisper, “now my darling, it’s time for me to work on you.” 
    And she did work on him, for nearly two hours, using her medical and surgical skills, scientifically placing the needles into various parts of his anatomy, but always sterilising the areas of torture first. For him, his body writhing, rocking in the chair, his yelling confined under the gag, it was a time of agony…and ecstasy, his seed exploding forth in her gloved hands, covering his finely muscled stomach and torso, his enjoyment immense and deeply satisfying.
     
    Satiated, and utterly exhausted, the gag was removed, the tape cut loose and the handcuffs released, her tongue penetrating his lips, lasciviously reaching for his tonsils as she ran her seed covered hands over his body. He agreed to the penetration, his tongue flicking, darting inside her mouth. Both were spent, their energies exhausted as he spoke, in a low, growling tone. “My dear Lana, what would I ever do without you?” 
    The room stank of bodily sweat, her tongue caressing his face before moving leisurely down his neck where her beautiful ice white teeth bit enticingly into his flesh. Her eyes smouldered as she mounted him, another display of powerful sexuality engulfing their bodies and minds, their rhythms flowing, one with the other. Screaming and sighing, her hips writhing, she shouted, “OH OTTO, YOU’RE AN ANIMAL!”
    And so they carried on into the evening, their bodies draining each other of further energy.
    Then, they relaxed, her face close to his. “Now,” she whispered, “it’s time to celebrate your success.” Slowly dismounting his engorged member, she walked over to the small office refrigerator and pulled out the ice-cold bottle of Champagne. The cork was pulled, the bubbling, gassy liquid filling two glasses.
    “Lana,” he whispered, a slight look of annoyance set on his rugged face, “you know I cannot consume too much alcohol!”
    With her beautiful, sultry eyes transfixed on his, she handed him a glass. “Just this one,” she whispered, her smile as captivating as ever. “To the success of Phase Two, my darling.”
    “Amen to that” the man said, his laughter cold, evil and intense.

4
     
    LETHAL PASSENGER
     
     
    The satellite images were both violent and disturbing, yet Ashley Piper was transfixed by them.
    It was four days later, at SHAPE Headquarters.
    “Yes, it’s you Ash, hard to believe isn’t it?” Thoughtfully rubbing the fingertips of his right hand along his jaw, Piper sat as if mesmerised, not saying a word as Colonel Mann sat at his desk, carefully watching his reactions. “Forty three Iraqi troops in total, ripped to pieces…by you!” The Colonel sighed, his finger pointing at the video screen, a grave look of disbelief edging its way quickly across his stern face. “To be honest Ash, that thing inside you frightens the bloody hell out of me.” Slowly, the Colonel rose from his chair and poured himself a glass of water, offering one to Piper.
    Again, there was no response, just the same troubled look set firmly in Piper’s blue and amber eyes. Having sipped at his water, Charles Mann strode across the room and switched off the footage. “The Americans are naturally very interested in your…how shall I say…antics. It was their satellite directly over you at the time of the firefight.” Daylight flooded into the office as the blinds were drawn back.
    “And in the midst of it all…” Piper cast an intense glance at the Colonel, “I saved Dunstan and Collins’ lives.”
    “Indeed you did,” the Colonel nodded, “and that is why I, sorry, we…find you so utterly fascinating, and important!” Sipping his water again, his steely eyes not leaving Piper’s, Charles Mann continued the grim conversation. “From what we can ascertain Ash, whilst you are in this…wolf form, you seem to retain your perception of friend