The author of the following in no way endorses the use of violence or sexually assault against women of any age for any reason. Rape is a worldwide crime punishable by jail time. Please seek help if the above concept is hard for you to understand!
This is a three part story in which the first part is set up!, part two is one on one and part three is considered gang rape any who is offended by such fiction shoul go back to the index page instead of continuing on!
Wolves
Part One: The Job Offer
The envelope read ‘National Geographic Society’. Inside a typed letter on the magazines letterhead addressed to Miss Caroline Walton
To: Miss Carly Walton
From: Sarah Leen
Re: Canadian Arctic Wolves
Miss Walton, we here at Nat Geo are very proud to welcome you into our family of photographers. Even more pleased to assign to you the photo assignment of photographing the wildlife of The Canadian Arctic at a private Game park located that the intersection of Alberta, Saskatchewan and the Northwest Territories, as a guess of the Canadian government
Sincerely your
Sarah Leen
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“Oh Carly! I so excited for you!” Bree hugging my like she always does when she excited for me
“But Bree I’ll be missing your Sure but you’ll be fulfilling a lifelong dream doing it Mich!” Turning the full force of her brownish green eyes on me to show how please she was at that “ “So Lindsey will have to do without her favorite verbal punching bag on her big day!” then “Besides it gives me the perfect reason no to go myself’ to see you off at the airport!”
Even hearing her say the word makes me feeling both elation and guilt both at the same time. Her sister Lindsey and I don’t get along all that well, since she can out and openly said ‘I was just a phase her little sister was going through!’ That was three years ago, wonder how long she phases for?
“Bree promise me that you will attend Lindsey’s wedding, I don’t want to give her anymore ammunition to use against me!”
“Alright Carly but you have to promise me to skype me every night!”
“Bree I’ll be in the wilderness!” Kind of surprised at her “I know the Canadian government wants to provide free internet across the country but I don’t think that applies to the wilderness regions!” We both break into fits of giggles at the thoughts of bears googling how to cook human or beavers watching porn.
Two days later I’m at the airport boarding WestJet flight 201 to Fort McMurray International airport and the of my career as a National Geographic Photographer. Little did i know that it would be the last time i would ever see freedom again
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“Conformation sir, She’s on the flight and should be arriving a little after four pm local time!”
“Good! and Vagus and Annal have they been primed?”
“Yes sir each has had nothing but her soiled undergarments in their enclosure for the past two weeks!”
“Excellent!” As I peruse the wrinkled black and white photo i hold so dear, whispering to it “Soon Michelle, soon!”
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4:25 PM Fort McMurray International Airport
Getting through customs was a breeze, whoever National Geographic uses I hope they pay them good. I’m in and out like a breeze, with all my equipment undisturbed. As I exit the terminal i notice person in a navy blue blazer holding a sign ‘Carly Walton- Nat. Geo.!’
Walking up to the person “Er hello I’m Carly Walton!”
“Hello Miss! If you will just follow me to the car we’ll be off to the wilderness lodge.”
I do as he asks and I’m surprised when he drives us to a small helicopter base I’m about to ask why when he tells me “By car it would be a 14 hour trip to the lodge, by helicopter it’s only a half hour trip!” Driving up to the side of a helicopter where he hands me off the pilot.
When I’m safely inside and my luggage is secured, we’re off on what Glenn calls a short hop for him. All the way I’m watching the landscape fly by thinking any chance of getting to Skype with Bree tonight is going to be super slim. But for some reason I ask Glenn “So is there any chance I could Skype with my friend back home?”Keeping the girl part out, I’m surprised at his answer.
“Uh if you got to use a laptop from the lodge than i might be a little hard , since the Jays are playing the Yankees tonight, If you have your own then I say there a really great chance that you can contact Australia without major signal lag!”
Twenty-three minutes later I’m in a land Rover driving to a slate grey stone lodge that looks like it been standing since Canada was first discovered. As the Rover parks by the front door a tall tanned man comes out to greet me
“Ah Miss Walton I hope your journey to Carter’s Sanctuary was a pleasant one?”
“Oh yes so far, everyone been so nice and the scenery has been breathtaking!”
“Great to hear!” motioning to someone inside who comes out and gathers my luggage, only leaving my camera bag for me to carry in “I’m aware how protective some people are over their camera equipment!” Taking me by the right elbow “So without further ado welcome to Carham House, dinner is available until ten pm, so don’t feel rushed to eat right away!”
He goes on to tell me each room has it own shower, 123 channel TV service and their own internet modem and the password for my modem was ‘crushed’. After I register, I’m shown to my room and decide to take a hot bath before skyping with Bree
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“As per your instructions sir she’s been housed in Room thirteen, the modem’s password changed to ‘crushed’
“Very good!”
“Permission to speak candidly sir!”
“Granted!”
“She a fox for sure sir but do you really have to treat her like your going to?” Pausing before continuing “Couldn’t you just drug her and…?”
“I work too hard not to carry it out like I planned from the beginning!” Banging his left fist into the desk in front of him. “She will be ruined just like she did to me all those many years ago!” Turning away from his subordinate “Just like she did to me!” Once more staring into the wrinkled old black and white photo in his right hand “like she did to me! Then crumpling the photo and dropping it to the floor.
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The flights and time zone difference is beginning to catch up with me, add low blood sugar, from the lack of food and I’m ready to pass out for the night. Calling the main board I ask if something can be delivered to me here.
“Oh of course Miss Walton, a plate of southern fried chicken and salad should be at your door within minutes!”
“But I didn’t order anything yet?” What was going on was I more tired than I thought? A solid knock at my door followed by “Room Service Miss Walton!” As I open the door a trolley with three domed covered plates is rolled in “Courtesy of the owner of the lodge!”
As the waiter leaves,the aroma of the food overpowers my curiosity of who the owner is. Uncovering the fried chicken and biting a drumstick, then uncovering the other two plates I marvel at fresh biscuit and butter followed by a plate of garden salad. My god my go to meal when I’m travelling how did he know? Taking a closer look at the salad seeing it topped with a small steel pinI recognize instantly- TPHS 2007 Thomas Payne High School 2007! The pin given at the senior prom when you arrived!
My memory instantly returns to June 25th 2007 the night of senior prom, me in a blue Taffeta dress that I saved all year to afford and my date Jim Bowens. He was the city wide all-star pitcher that won our school the first city wide championship in the schools history. The night was magical, we danced the light fantastic, just like Mom said we would.after the prom Jim took me to the moonlite hills just outside of town and we talked then kissed before he took me home.
Reminiscing did wonders for my appetite, helping me polish off the six pieces of chicken, four biscuits and most of the salad. Getting out my laptop I Skype with Bree before starting to yawn and then calling it a night!”
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Room thirteen, was my personal room that I made just for this occasion. In the main room there is a fiber optic camera in the ceiling light, one in the bathroom angled to catch both the toilet and the shower. Vocal sensitive microphones in the room, so i can hear everything that goes on!
On my screen, the full image of Carly Walton barely under the top covers of the bed,a bathrobe opened to the navel, barely covering her breasts. My mouth begins to water at the sight of her white skin realizing the next time i see such a sight it would be in person
“Sleep well my darling for soon we shall meet and finally become one!”
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Morning and I’m in the dining lounge along with various other guests as one of the staff begins passing out bracelets to the guests. As he gets to me “Ah morning Miss Walton, I trust you have a good night sleep?” Looking up it’s Glenn holding out a thin bracelet with a glowing green light.
“Please since you will be going out into the wild today please keep this on your arm at all time!” Going on to explain about it as he secures it to my tiny wrist “This will keep the wolves away from you, if you see one just press the green light and an ultra high frequency that hurts their ears.
“Thank you but i here to photograph the wolves!”
"There’s a big difference between photographing them and feeding them dinner Miss Walton!”
I catch his drift instantly “Just saying please be careful and observant out in the wild!”
Finishing my breakfast then going to collect what I feel I’ll need, I’m back in time to catch a ride with the last Land Rover leaving for a wolf hunt. When we are about ten kilometers from the lodge in the beginning of the heavy forest I depart the tourists,checking that my equipment is still alright and that my portable tent is there i set off in search of a pack to photograph.
As the day passed I seen various species of animals that i have only ever seen in a zoo or in photographs. Moose, two beavers, a bear standing on the bank of a fast flowing creek but no signs of a wolfpack!. As the sun begins to sink, I pick out my night campsite. Getting a fire going before setting up the tent, with the sun barely over the treetops i settle in the windchill making me keep my clothes on i settle in for the night, hoping the next day bring me better luck!
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“Sir conformation that her bracelet has become stationary, 23 kilometers from here!”
“Good have Vagus and Annal placed in my Rover” dismissing him so I could prepare for our meeting flesh to flesh.
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Outside the tent the sound of wolves braying at the moon can be heard in the distance. I’m having a hard time getting to sleep when something darkens the north side of the tent. Suddenly something pierces it and the sound of the nylon mesh wall tearing open makes my head swivel. Then the head of a darkened figure pokes through “God even more beautiful than i remember!” the head is joined by shoulders before I jump up and bolt to the south side door.
Undoing the zipper quickly I bolt out as the darkened figure successfully makes its way into the tent. Laughter greets my ears right before the snarling growl of a pair of dark beasts stops me. Looking around I see four yellowish glowing shapes about two feet of the ground across from the fire. As they come closer I can make out some details they looks like a pair of snarling dogs, splitting to go in a different direction around my campfire- oh shit Wolves!
From behind the sound of a zipper. Turning, my eyes adjusting to the twilight to see to see a vague shape of a cock. A harsh command “Vagus, Annal surround!”, the wolves moving so i’m trapped by the fire on one side, a wolf on the other side and whoever can through my tent.
“So dear Carly it very simple “You can do as I say and please the wolf master or you can please my wolves! Choice is purely yours to make!"
More To Come
