Gaze of the Werewolf Pt. 01

Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and it appeared to be paying off.

She caressed her C-cup breasts, moving her fingers in circles around her perky nipples, so that they poked out from between the fabric of the black fishnet body-stocking that she habitually wore. It wasn't going to be long until the big show and having just recalled her first encounter in the Cave of the Werewolves, she was definitely getting into the mood.

Tamara smiled to herself, turning away from the view and back to her room. The mountain-top plane crash that had left her and Alice stranded in a cave had only been a year ago. And yet now, here she was, living back on the plateau of the Monte de Venus, in what was officially referred to as the Facility, (more informally known as the Valk-eyrie in honor of their fearless leader).

Tiny lay asleep on Tamara's bed, the young adult werewolf taking the opportunity to rest up in the warmth of the Facility's living quarters. She snuggled up next to him and flicked on a monitor. There was a perimeter fence in place around the base, but the whole area was also wired for sound and pictures, both inside and out. Not that anyone else knew this, outside of herself and Alice. Her boss had charged Tamara with establishing the base and during the build she had merely added some 'optional extras' into the design.

Tamara had always felt somewhat of an outsider but she liked to be in the know. Also, given the nature of this place, it seemed wise to be keep an eye on nocturnal activities. After all, tracking the behaviors of the humans living here, was just as much a part of their research program as studying the animals. She hadn't bothered to mention it to the rest of the party, as she wanted to study them naturally, with no play-acting for the cameras.

Ah, who was she kidding?! The Aviatrix had grown increasingly fascinated by sex since arriving here and loved to study how the others engaged in it.

She still wasn't sure as to why she had become such a voyeur. Maybe she enjoyed watching other couplings because she had always found it difficult to engage in committed relationships. A confused lesbian in her teens, she'd switched to celibacy during her university years, possibly missing out on a fair bit of what life had to offer, it was true. Following that, the Air Force had not been a great environment in which to figure oneself out despite some bisexual experimentation. Then came the Nordic job and her first meeting with Alice. She had loved it, of course, but it had meant a great deal of travel and very little in the way of routine or stability.

Not that Tamara had any regrets. Working for Alice had also allowed for some sexual release but with low emotional commitment. Think of it as a perk of the job. Still, to think that even in her late twenties, she remained a virgin was a little depressing. Over the years she had found humans pretty disappointing in terms of loyalty and had never really felt that special spark. So whether for a man or a woman, she was still saving herself for that special someone.

She gently stroked Tiny's flanks. He had been a very different monster when they had first met, but over the year or so that the Facility had been operating, they had grown closer and closer.

How had all this started? It seemed hard to believe that they'd come this far in little over a year. Rebecca had played her part, it was true. Tamara switched the monitor view to show Rebecca's room, but there was no sign of her currently. Rebecca Knight was Alice's spiritual instructor. Tamara understood that they had met through a yoga course some years ago and had really hit it off.

She was a plummy voiced Brit, who practiced Yoni Magick amongst other things, i.e. a self proclaimed sex witch. She also had a thing for the color purple and wearing thigh-high kinky boots, both of which clearly marked her out as a social deviant in Tamara's book. The Aviatrix had long been convinced that Bec was a total fraud, but she was now wavering slightly on this position due to more recent events.

Tamara cast her mind back as to how it had all come to this.

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The morning after the crash, they had been air-lifted from the mountain top, the search and rescue helicopter had easily seen the spirals of smoke from their wrecked jet.

Once safely landed at Sao Petro, Alice and Tamara had undergone some quick medical checks before flying straight back to Joyport in the business section of a commercial flight. They sat in virtual silence, each processing what had exactly happened to them on that first, fateful night on the mysterious mountain. Tamara cupped her water glass between her palms, lost in her thoughts.

Nothing on Earth would have possessed her to behave in that way normally. Was it a drug? An hallucination? There had been that strange feeling, that writhing within her, somewhat out of body but also as if her most base desires were given free rein. She didn't know what it had been, but it disturbed her greatly.

Alice looked across, reading her mind. "Don't worry about it," the older woman smiled, "Don't tell anyone else, and leave it with me to worry."

Over the next hours and days, Tamara tried to behave as advised, but the images and sounds of the night kept creeping back into her head at the most inappropriate times. Driving into work one day, her mind had wandered back to recall the feel of One Ear's cock in her hand and she'd narrowly avoided crashing into the rear of a suddenly braking station wagon. Passing by the lingerie shop in the underground mall every morning reminded her of Alice's red silken panties, shining in the firelight. Even seeing an ad for a dog shelter had made her wonder what Tiny was doing now, and if he missed her.

Little more than a week later, Alice had called her into her office for a 'private meeting'. 'Not that private,' thought Tamara, seeing the big Russian woman, Kat, standing guard by Alice's office door, as she often did. Everything else always seemed smaller when Ekaterina Igonova was present. She stood over 2 meters high, but didn't seem excessively tall due to her powerful form. She was an amazon in every sense of the word, an ex-Olympic wrestler and powerlifter.

Her platinum blonde hair was closely cropped, giving her a boyish look, but her ample EE chest immediately removed any possible confusion as to her gender. Somehow she managed to embody both male and female in one, hard and soft, a walking paradox.

Tamara got on okay with her, although Kat tended not to engage in much small talk. Tamara was also sure that Alice and Kat had something going on, although she had never witnessed any improper behavior in her presence.

Also present inside the office was the smiling Rebecca, wearing a typical fuchsia-colored dress and black thigh-highs. Rebecca Knight was a tanned, slightly older woman, still attractive and very limber indeed but with a few lines around her blue eyes that betrayed her life experience. It hadn't all been easy.

She came across as a bit of a 'nature child' and Tamara was convinced that Bec's C cup breasts had never even seen a bra. Despite this image, she also possessed a cut-glass British accent that ran totally against type. Tamara had often speculated about her background, as Bec certainly sounded like she could be an integral part of the English upper crust.

She typically wore her brown hair in a short bobbed style, with a baby lick curl. Overall, she had a languid but confident looseness about her that never failed to irritate Tamara. In fact, many things about this new-age Brit did so.

For a start, Tamara was slightly jealous that Bec had a direct line to Alice's ear and that she was a friend / consultant rather than a direct employee. Also, the fact that Rebecca had asked everyone to call her 'Becka', rather than Rebecca, Bex or Bec, because, 'That's not who I am'. Tamara had stuck to 'Bec' after that.

The thing that annoyed her most though, being a rational and scientific sort, was the sort of psychobabble that Bec often spoke, which she was convinced Alice would have laughed out of the room, had it come from anyone else.

"Did you get that?" Alice asked sharply, clicking a finger in Tamara's face. Tamara blushed, as truth be told, she'd zoned completely out of the conversation. Bec had won again!

"I'm relocating down there. We want you to come too," Alice offered. Rebecca was looking fixedly at the floor as Alice spoke.

Tamara was immediately taken aback. Her first inclination was to ask Alice to repeat where, but then, she already knew. She felt herself flushing deeper red.

"You told her," it was more of a statement than a question.

Alice nodded.

"Everything?"

Alice nodded again.

"Why?"

Rebecca replied, "Miss Stallrang was somewhat shaken up by recent events and came to me for assistance to better understand them. I'm glad that she confided in me. I've followed up with some investigations and there have been an increasing number of other reports of, shall we say, non-standard behavior amongst the local peoples and fauna in the Magos Verdes region of Novo Brazilia.

In the past week I visited the area, to run some checks on the ground and my results show that orgone levels have sky-rocketed across that entire region."

Tamara vowed to Goggle 'orgone' later to find out what she was talking about.

"Just think of it, Tamara," replied Alice, "if we could discover whatever it was that caused us to...do what we did. What an opportunity! What a possibility!"

"It sounds like a massive risk to me," Tamara replied, "We lost our inhibitions. We lost ourselves. Do you really want to put yourself back into danger?"

"I'm not sure that the two of you were ever in danger. Regardless, whether the cause is physical or psychological, Alice needs to find out," smiled Rebecca, "Plus, wouldn't we all be a bit happier if we could corroborate your stories?"

By 'corroborate', did Bec mean to go through a similar experience? Tamara idly wondered if Bec had any personal moral boundaries whatsoever. Oh Lord, she was so annoying! Plus the whole night was meant to have been a secret between Alice and herself!

"What about Nordic Industries?" asked Tamara.

Alice shrugged, "They can live without me, I'm due a sabbatical. I'm already putting plans in place to purchase that region, from the Novo Brazilian government to develop as an eco-reserve. Over two hundred square kilometers of unspoiled rain-forest and the plateau where we crashed, Monte de Venus, is right in the middle of it all. I'll need a pilot to get me there. And a Director of Operations for developing the research base once we arrive. You're a double threat, Tamara, you could easily do both. And so much more."

"I have already agreed to be Miss Stallrang's Head of Research out there," piped up Bec.

'I bet you have', thought Tamara.

"Don't feel like you have to give me an answer straight away. This is going to be a private enterprise, strictly off the record and you're welcome to stay on the pay roll here at Nordic. Just know that personally, I have to get to the bottom of what happened to us out there. And I think you do too."

Tamara paused in thought. What had happened had been becoming less and less real in her mind with every day that passed. She was starting to doubt herself, but this conversation had brought it all home once again. Deep inside she knew that she had to understand or go crazy trying.

"I'm in."

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And so here they were. Early on, the British hippy had come up with a name for the organization; Orgone Research Group for Analyzing Sexual Mania or O.R.G.A.S.M.

Clearly Rebecca had a love of Sixties spy capers. She had also determined that the 'increased orgone was leading all creatures in the region to be increasing in virility at the same time as losing their sexual inhibitions'. Apparently, this phenomena was already reported as happening in several other disparate regions of the world and was continuing to spread.

Tamara had initially dismissed the witch as totally crazy, but then her own sense of unreality had grown incredibly over their time here. Away from the rest of the world it was easy to slip into new behaviors. Something was definitely going on in this place. The cause was uncertain, whether natural or supernatural, but the epicenter seemed to be based directly around Monte de Venus, the extinct table-top volcano upon which they had established their research base.

Rebecca and Alice had then determined that the nature of their research needed to be protected. Malevolent powers behind these events may be seeking to expose them or hurt Alice. Therefore they decreed that the research group should have code-names with which to reference each other, and protect their identities should their activities become public. This seemed to have spurred them all on to adopt exaggerated personas, which would have led to a few public indecency charges had they dressed this way on the streets of Joyport.

For example, Rebecca had promptly declared herself 'Lady Midnight', allowing her to dress up in a lilac hooded robe and dress, split right down the front to show off her cleavage, her purple panties and her black thigh-highs.

Alice became 'Valkyrie', presumably due to her Norse heritage and nickname. She had moved on from her previous corporate role and taken to dressing in simple blouse and skirt combos, with her curly, mid-shoulder length hair tied back. Usually she wore a splash of red, accessorized with leather jungle boots. She always remained impeccably stylish however, even in the humid heat of the rain-forest. Tamara had no idea how she did it.

The giant guard, Kat, had given herself the moniker of 'Molniya', which apparently meant 'Lightning' in Russian. Alice had problems wrapping her lips around the Russian term and so had rechristened Kat as 'Blue Lightning'. 'Blue' because, for her part, the big bodyguard had taken to frequently wearing a royal blue Lycra body-suit that more than did justice to her impressive muscles and curves.

As for herself, Tamara had become 'Aviatrix', due to her aerial exploits. Come to think of it, she had found herself wearing her skimpy flight uniform and body-stocking combo more and more often these days, even if she wasn't flying. It just made sense to dress light, given the climate.

The others had followed suit, even if they had felt silly. 'Others', because beyond the founding group of Rebecca, Alice, Kat and Tamara, the make-up of team O.R.G.A.S.M had swiftly expanded over the course of their adventures in the past year or so.

Tamara flicked the TV monitor over now. There was some activity in Alice's room. Another girl was in there, a familiar one -the jungle girl from the cave.

This was Guadalupe Arias, a native local. 'Lupe' was a chunky but graceful young girl, with coffee-colored skin and deep brown eyes that danced with life. She preferred to live wild, out in the forest but recently she had visited the base regularly to assist in their research. She had first turned up again in the early weeks of building work and had offered to assist the team with the Menagerie in return for some supplies. She didn't even speak any English at this point, so communication had been difficult, but they had found a way to manage.

Her O.R.G.A.S.M. name was Toteni, after her local tribe, and she'd since become an integral part of the team. Lupe's local knowledge and skills with animals were unsurpassed. She simply seemed to have an innate ability to communicate with nature.

Toteni was typically lightly dressed, and was wearing a dappled orange and brown halter and loincloth combo today. She also always wore an intricate golden necklet, which acted as anchor for her halter top straps. Her noble presence was accentuated with finely crafted ear-rings, made from feathers and beads.

Lupe perched on the edge of Alice's bed. Viewing from afar, Tamara admired the range of dildos that were racked behind along Alice's wall, like a trophy room. That was pretty close to the truth in fact, as each one had been individually molded from someone (or something) over the course of their various research trips.

Lupe leaned in to say something to Alice and the Valkyrie wrapped her arms around the jungle girl, kissing her passionately on the lips. Tamara caught her breath and leaned in for a closer look. She wasn't jealous as such, Alice's appetites were more than she could handle, and her boss had surrounded herself with a growing harem of beauties after all.

But Tamara knew how that kiss felt and how warm Alice would be right now. She knew the tang of her tongue, she knew how her crinkled pussy would be juicing up and budding open like a flower.

Tamara tugged aside her indigo rubber thong, exposing her sweaty, wet pussy to the air. Beside her, Tiny's nose twitched but the he-wolf stayed fast asleep, as Tamara settled in for the show.

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As the two women kissed, Alice hugged Lupe closer, pressing the shorter girl's face between her breasts. Lupe craned her head to nibble at Alice's breasts through the thin material. The Norse girl's head arched back, her hands reaching down to untie Lupe's loincloth which dropped to the floor, revealing the girl's O.R.G.A.S.M. issued yellow thong underneath. The bright yellow stood in strong contrast to her caramel flesh.

Lupe returned the favor on Alice's boob-tube, rolling it down to reveal her already crinkled nipples, straining with passion. Lupe took the leftmost in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, as she suckled hungrily. Alice gasped at the sensations, arching one hand around Lupe's neck and unhooking her halter top.

Now it was the darker girl's turn to gasp as the cooler air hit her sensitive areolae. They were not only sensitive, they were immense, easily the biggest that Alice had seen and such a dark brown in color that they were almost black.

Alice's fingers brushed delicately over the dark-nubbed crown of Lupe's right breast, and as the jungle girl's nipple hardened, she witnessed the entire areola increasingly crinkle up, in line with her arousal.

As Alice continued kneading gently at her lover's breast, her other hand reached down to squeeze at that rubbery, yellow thong. It bulged noticeably outwards into a rounded mound and Alice knew why. This tribal girl was incredibly gifted downstairs.

Alice slipped two fingers under the material, entering a place of heat and wetness. The key reason for wearing these thongs was that the material wasn't breathable, which kept in any potentially arousing scents, but also usually meant that each of the girls became a mini-furnace down there. Therefore, regular activities to release any sexual pressure had become a practical part of their daily schedule. Without wasting time, Alice yanked the thong downwards, leaving Lupe's squished cunny-lips quivering before her.

These outer labia were something to behold. Two prominent, darkly crinkled lips now hung loosely downwards, slowly unfurling under their own weight. Rebecca had said something about their size being part of the local female tradition and related to tribal status. A piercing in her prominent, near black clit, studded with a fiery red gem, signified that she was the first daughter of the Toteni clan chief. Above it, her pubic area was scraped clean of hair, the darker patch of skin around her pubis was clearly visible, with only a little stubble.