Wolf

She was so thirsty.

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Wolf

	It all began so innocently - she was so pretty. . .

	At first they spoke of the weather, then the news.  After a 
time, they shared tales in their lives and their loves.  Before long, 
they sat quietly, watching the waves and the birds, and each others 
faces for the words within.

	She liked his style and his strength.  He loved her smile and 
her shapely breasts.  They would share the night, and in the morning 
only she would remain intact.  Her secret would remain in the 
darkness from whence she came, and his being would drift away as the 
tide on a starlit night.

	Once in the security of the cabin, the intricate games 
surrounding disrobing began, and the subsequent play brought them 
both to new heights of arousal.  She loved to touch his manhood; 
tracing circles around the glans and the throbbing shaft.  He loved 
weighing her firm breasts; to feel the small areolas become firm with 
each gentle twist of his fingers.  She loved running her long slender 
fingertips over his sack, acutely aware of how the patterns would 
change as his balls moved within.  Her clit remained exposed through 
the cleanly trimmed, moist lips that invited his touch, and finally 
clasped his glans within her moist cavern.  He swore he would never 
leave, and she swore his manhood was the most satisfying she had ever 
felt. After it was over, he slept and she slipped out of the warmth 
to prepare for his return.

	He awoke with a start; although it was dark in the room, he 
knew he was not alone.  His wrists and ankles were firmly bound, and 
only the hair on his head remained. His mouth was secured by duct 
tape.   The night air was cool but her warm lips on his manhood 
brought shivers up his spine.  She was a true oral master, using her 
lips, her tongue, and the gently flowing pressure from her cheeks.  
His erection was almost immediate, and his fears melted into the 
sweet sensations his cock experienced.  She loved his innocence, and 
relished the ever-increasing pulses of his manhood.  Soon he would 
experience the sweet release and the end of his masculinity.  For as 
the warm streams began to emerge from his glans, she tightened the 
cord around his cock and ball-sack.  His returning fears were quelled 
only by his acute frustration.
	
	She began by sliding a 8-inch metal rod into his meatus and 
down the length of his urethra still lubricated by the last of his 
ejaculate.  It was too dark for him to see; but he could feel her 
gentle yet firm ministations; and his fears returned.  The blood 
began to rush to his face, and the feelings of futility compounded 
his frustration.  She then attached an alligator clip to each side of 
his ballsack and one to the rods' still exposed tip.  He soon felt 
the cool beginnings as she messaged his member with oil.  As the warm 
sensation began to replace the cool, she applied the first jolt of 
electricity.  He felt his manhood strain as never before, and as he 
strained to scream she increased the voltage.  The air was now tinged 
with the faint odor of singed flesh.  

	A mechanical whine returned him to awareness; it was a 
Dremmel with the sandpaper attachment gently being applied to his 
left nipple.  He struggled against his restraints as she applied more 
pressure to the tool.  The pain became intense as fragments of his 
areola and nipple spun off into the night.  She once again applied 
voltage to his throbbing member, and he left his senses once again.  
As he hung there, she waited patiently, applying another coat of 
polish to her fingers with the skill of a true professional.  As he 
began to stir, she returned to his agonized body, and dispatched of 
his other nipple. He struggled violently against his restraints, but 
he could not void as the cord around his genitals was too tight.  His 
muffled screams only increased her efforts until he finally 
collapsed.  It would be some time before he would return to this 
world; so she stepped back outside for a stroll along the receding 
tideline.  As she walked along, she felt the cool of the water play 
with her toes, and she delighted in the beauties of this life.


	Several hours later, she returned to find him moaning, half 
dazed, and half panicked.  Just a slight current was all that was 
needed to maintain his state of terror; and she loved watching his 
life ebb.  As she continued to trickle the current to his manhood, 
now changing to a deep purple from the lack of blood, she gently 
sucked on the raw flesh that was once his nipples.  The blood vessels 
in his neck enlarged, and his face was a most unique shade of red, 
with traces of blue.  The muscles in his body tensed and relaxed 
spasmodically, and his hands were turning blue from his fruitless 
escape efforts.  As time passed, his spasms became weaker.  His life 
was beginning to wane, and she became despondant knowing his 
reactions would soon cease.

	She disconnected the terminals from his discolored genitals, 
and untied the restraining cord.  His manhood was limp and useless, 
covered with patches of burnt skin and dotted with blue patches of 
ruptured blood vessels.  She withdrew a pruning knife and with one 
swift motion she detached his tortured manhood.  His back arched in 
one final spasm of rebellion, and he expired from exhaustion.  The 
blood briefly spurted from where his manhood once rose proudly then 
flowed quietly on to the tiled floor.  She got on her hands and 
knees, and began lapping up the oozing blood.  This was for what she 
had engaged in lovemaking for; and as she drank his life, the moon 
arose over the shimmering surf.