W=Throwing Whitney to the Wolves #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge. My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a paranormal.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

W is for Throwing Whitney to the Wolves

Whitney pulled her smoking Wrangler to the side of the road.   She’d known she was taking a chance driving the older vehicle across country for a weeklong visit with her best friend in Wyoming. She’d had little choice when the flights had been too expensive from West Virginia, not to mention she’d had to pack her jeep with the many wares Wendy had asked her to bring along with her for the wedding.

It wasn’t every day your best friend got married to the man of her dreams. Wendy and Whitney had been roommates at the University of Wisconsin, graduating only two years ago.   Wendy and Will had been hot and heavy even in school so it was no surprise when she’d agreed to move to his home state of Wyoming after graduation. The best friends hadn’t seen each other much since, but they stayed in touch with social media and calls.

Dragging her thoughts back to her problem at hand, she was grateful she at least had stuck to the main interstates for her trip, knowing the Wrangler might give her problems. She popped the hood and went to investigate why there was smoke when a big eighteen wheeler pulled over to assist.

The driver exited the cab, making his way towards Whitney.   A wave of revulsion coursed through her; getting stronger the closer he got to her disabled vehicle. The driver was waddling from his portly weight and by the time he had walked the hundred feet between them, he was wheezing slightly from his exertion.

“Well, hello little lady. Looks like you need a wrecker to come give you a tow.”

He had arrived next to her, and the stench of stale wine and piss had her holding her breath.   She needed help, but would rather wait for hours than work with this gross man. Still, she wanted to be polite so she exhaled to answer.

“Yes, I was just going to use my cell to call for help. Thanks for stopping, but I’m sure I’ll be fine waiting here for a tow truck.”

“You’re welcome, but I can’t leave a wholesome girl such as yourself along side of the road in these parts without help. You never know who might come along and cause you more worry.”

“No, really… I’ll call my friend Wendy’s husband Will and he’ll be able to assist me. You go on your way.” Whitney had turned and walked towards her jeep when she felt the poke of something against her back. She caught a whiff of his stale breath much too close. It smelled like whiskey as he grabbed her before she could make it into the jeep. He yanked her arm behind her back as she wrestled to free herself.

“I don’t want no trouble, you little whore.   I’m pressing my Smith & Wesson against your back. Dressing like a harlot with short shorts and a skimpy top will get you taken to the woodshed where I come from. Lucky for you I’m up for teaching you a lesson by delivering the worst whipping you’ve ever had.” His gravely voice vibrated with a crazy warble.   Just her luck, he was a total whacko.

“Listen, I don’t know what you want…”

He cut her off. “What I want is to teach you a lesson about what I think about loose women. First I’ll whip you good and hard until you’re plenty sorry and wailing for me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck that wet little pussy of yours whilst I wallop those tits you’ve been wiggling in front of me since I got here.”

Whitney’s heart rate spiked at his vulgar words. She was worried he really had a gun and if he did, how was she going to get away?   She fought the urge to weep, knowing she needed to remain strong to be able to get away from whack-job.   If only she could get in her car and drive to safety, but she was truly stuck at his mercy for the moment.

“Now, leave your stuff where it is and turn to walk towards my rig. I’m taking you for a wild ride.”

When he tried to pull her around, Whitney elbowed him hard and broke away, planning on running down the highway until the next vehicle came along. She knew if she got far enough from him, he would never be able to catch her with his weight.

Unfortunately, before she could get away, she felt a prick in her arm and looked just in time to watch him pressing the plunger of a hypodermic needle into her arm. She felt weary almost immediately and within seconds, warmth slid through her body, making her wobbly on her legs.   Whacko caught her, as she grew weak, easing her to the gravel and leaning her up against her Wrangler while he took off to bring his rig back to pick her up.

Her limbs were not cooperating. She wanted to run… but she sat there wishing she were anywhere else. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was watching Whacko open the passenger door to his rig right in front of her and watching him press another naked and bound frantic looking woman over to make room for Whitney.

*****

Wyatt and his brother Wade were on patrol of the perimeter of their pack’s wide spread of land in a relatively deserted area of western Wyoming.  They normally left the patrols up to the beta’s that specialized in security for their community, but recent violent attacks on women in the neighboring counties had everyone on high alert.

The brothers also had a weakness for wanting to ride their favorite horses from the pack’s vast herd.   Sure, it would have been easier to just change and run free, but sometimes Wyatt preferred to enjoy the scenery from the higher vantage point on the back of his horse, Wicked.

Several miles into their ride, they each caught their first whiff of trouble. “Whoa!” Wyatt pulled Wicked to a quick stop at the top of a ridge, and Wade pulled along side a minute later.

“What’s up? Something got you worried?” Wade scanned the wooded scenery below as he questioned his older brother.

“Yeah, take a deep whiff.   You smell what I smell?” Wyatt’s alarm bells were going off.  As werewolves, the brother’s sense of smell was over one hundred times that of a human’s.

Wade confirmed his worst suspicion, “Human blood… and fear.”

They scanned the vast wilderness below them, using their ultra sensitive senses of sight, hearing and smell to try to hone in on the location of trouble.

“There – just to the west of Walton Creek.” Wyatt caught movement in an old abandoned area of what used to be a camping park before the Walker Pack had bought up the land and closed it down. “We should have burned down those abandoned cabins because it looks like someone’s trying to put them to use.”

Wade answered. “Who the hell would be able to get there? We have the road blocked off way down by the highway.”

“Apparently someone who knew they were there before and decided they weren’t happy with us closing them down. Let’s head down there and see what they’re up to.”

It only took the brothers fifteen minutes to wind down from the high ridge to the abandoned cluster of cabins deep in the woods. They tied their horses to a tree, deciding to make the final few hundred feet on foot so they would have the element of surprise. The closer they got to the camp, the worse Wyatt felt about what they were about to find. A veritable wave of dreadful smells filled the air, wafting towards the brothers and putting them on high alert.

The heart-wrenching scream of a woman in great pain swept through the woods. They were still too far away to view the scene, but the crack of a whip could be heard just before the next shriek was heard. The men moved into high gear, weaving between dense trees and through small streams of water until they reached the outskirts of the overgrown camping ground.

Wyatt took the lead as he snuck around the far wooden cabin to peer out into the center opening. Fury nearly blinded him at the sight of two naked women who were strung up high by old pillars turned into whipping posts. A grotesque excuse for a human being stood with his back to the men, preparing to wield the whip again. Welts could be seen on the bare backs and legs of both young women who were weeping uncontrollably as their captor prepared to strike again.

Wyatt and Wade moved into action immediately without consulting. The Walker brothers would not tolerate the abuse of innocent young women by anyone, let alone a whip-wielding whacko.  Clothing ripped from their bodies as they changed into their powerful wolf forms.   They were already running at full speed when they hit the clearing where the women hung in pain.

Wyatt lunged for the shoulders of the despicable man who held the whip while Wade bit his beefy calf, and together, the brothers had him wrestled to the ground effortlessly.   The coward, who had no trouble causing pain, whimpered like a coward when faced with his own wounds.

Wyatt went for his jugular, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but holding back enough to keep from outright killing the bastard. He wanted to be able to question him, suspecting he was behind several other recent abductions in the area.

Once they had him contained, Wyatt changed back to his human form, not wanting to frighten the women. Only when he stood naked did he notice the waif on the right was watching him intently through her tears.   Their eyes locked and he was happily surprised to see relief shining back at him. A whiff of vanilla and honey wafted through the air, wrenching him to attention.

“Hold him down, Wade, while I tend to the captives.”

As Wyatt approached the abused women, he was barraged by the scent of the woman who had not stopped staring at him.   He had heard tales of what it felt like to find one’s mate, but having lived for over a century without feeling anything close to the wild attraction others described, he had become skeptical that it would ever happen to him.

Yet, by the time he was next to her, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, the weeping woman in front of him was his life’s mate. He had to push down the unadulterated fury he felt that she had been mistreated because he didn’t want to frighten her more than she already was.

“We’re not going to hurt you. I’m going to work on cutting you down, okay?” He felt her pounding pulse and wanted to put her at ease that she was safe.

He moved without hesitation, using his non-human strength to tear the restraints from the post. He moved quickly to scoop her weakened body into his arms before she slid to the ground, yet she yelped in pain as his arms brushed the welts covering the back of her body.

She winced as he apologized with a calming whisper against her ear. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but I need to get you free of the ropes and then we’ll get you out of here.”

The woman in his arms whimpered as he worked on releasing the knots around her wrists and ankles, yet he sensed that her fear was waning which made him happy.   Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a naked Wade taking care of the other woman in the same way.

Only when she was finally free of the last of the ropes, did Wyatt take the time to truly look into the eyes of his mate. Her watery blue eyes captured his heart as she snuggled in closer, seeking his warmth from the cool evening wind.

He wanted to know her name. “I’m Wyatt Walker.”

She finally spoke with a whisper. “I’m Whitney Watson. I can’t thank you enough for wrestling him down and saving me. When he took us deep in the woods, I though we were goners.”

“You’re safe now, Whitney. My brother Wade and I won’t let anything bad happen to you and your friend ever again.”

A wry smile played at her lips that intrigued Wyatt. “What?” he questioned.

“It’s just that I always thought we were supposed to be afraid of the big bad wolf, but it looks like they got the fairytale wrong.”

Wyatt was strangely relieved. “You saw me change from my wolf form and yet you aren’t afraid of me? Why is that?”

A wanton smile filled her tear-streaked face. “Because I guess I like what I see.” He noticed her wriggling in his lap against his growing erection. She tacked on mischievously, “and I like what I feel.”

Wyatt grinned with a playful wink, “All the better to make whoopee with, my dear. Shall we?”

*****

Surprise!  Today is a ‘two-fer’ day – X isn’t big enough to get it’s own day on the blog, but I did write a few sentences to fulfill my X post.

X is for Xmas X-rays

Xavier and Xenia were late getting to his parents for Xmas dinner. After spanking her ass so hard with a wooden paddle, Xenia had complained he’d broken her butt.  Xavier kindly detoured past the hospital for X-rated X-rays on his naughty wife’s bottom.

*****

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