Bella returned to the counter, standing close to the nearest copper haired servant. John observed the maid's increasing agitation as the witch approached.
Bella spoke, "You see, John, the wolf inside each of my servants needs release. I like to retrain their violent tendencies for my own use, which leaves only one other way for them to cope." Bella brought her lips close to the attractive maid's ear and whispered.
John saw visible relief spring into her glowing emerald eyes as she suddenly, but gracefully walked quickly out the shop door. Bella took a couple steps to return near the blond maid. Looking at John, she smirked, "Wait for it."
A couple of breaths passed until the remaining ladies, including Carrie, all jerked their heads in the direction of a decidedly feminine howl outside. Carrie still stood in completely mesmerized by Bella, while occasionally paying attention to the remaining maids. She occasionally glanced to John, but those glances diminished as time passed.
The blond pleadingly looked at Bella again, "Masterrr, please..."
Bella frowned. "Patience, my child. You are controlling yourself so well, and I promise you won't have to wait much longer."
Facing John again, Bella sighed, "I needed Boris and Anya to take care of a couple of problems in the town for me. Anya has been so very lonely of late, without a companion for herself. Lila and Amy keep each other company, and Boris has been a loyal companion to me."
Bella moved back to Carrie's side. "My dear, did you find Anya attractive?"
Carrie dreamily responded, "Yes..."
"Good," Bella smiled, "Would you like to see what being of a member of my pack is like?"
John, who had chosen to stay mute during Bella's monologues, once again struggled to speak, "Nnnoo..."
Carrie remained entranced, "Yes..."
Bella motioned towards the maids, "Please come across the counter, ladies."
Lila and Amy both struggled to gracefully step to the front of the shop counter. Bella again crossed the floor, placing herself near a furiously struggling John, "Enjoy the show", she whispered to him. "Lila. Amy. Make Carrie understand what she desires."
Amy took a deep breath, removing berets from her red tresses, "Finally." Her lips twitched as she opened her mouth to accommodate the growth of sharpened incisors.
Lila pushed thickening blond locks behind cartridge that reshaped her dainty ear into an animal's point. She looked toward Amy with hungry eyes. "I need you, baby."
Carrie's breath quickened with the excitement from the voyeurism of her fantasy.
Amy and Lila both stepped out of their black high heels, flexing feet that seemed to stretch against their black stockings. Stepping toward once another caused the stocking toes to rip on darkening, curved claws that clicked against the wood floor.
The darkening up-turning nostrils of the changing women nuzzled into one other necks. Lila gripped a handful of Amy's thickening locks with a clawed hand covered with darkened blond fur. Passionately snarls directed at each other came before they engaged in a deep, desperate kiss.
Their bodies swelled against each other as fur presented itself by sticking out of their maid uniforms and in length on their exposed skin. Their carnality became violent as Amy shoved Lila away. Amy's claws dug into the lace border of the uniform shirt, ripping outward to expose Lila's swelling fur rimmed breasts.
Bella's attention was also drawn to the struggle between her two were-servants. John noticed once again that Bella's distraction was allowing him to recover some movement. His attention became focused on using Lila and Amy's involvement as a way to escape for help.
Amy had turned her attention to her lover's breasts, providing rough ministration to Lila's chocolate, swollen nipples with her tongue, and the fur that graced her cheekbones. Lila's response shifted between moans and growls, returning Amy's attention by shredding her uniform back upward. Copper fur poured from Amy's exposed back.
Lila focused enough to lift Amy so their lips could meet again. She forced her partner's arms down as she ripped the top entirely off. Each woman seemed to wrestle against the other as they stepped out of the black uniforms that had fallen down their muscled legs.
Bella had inched closer to the two women, and unconsciously lost more of her focus on John. John had found that he could begin to inch, with small shuffles, toward what appeared to be a back exit. He had no desire to leave Carrie, but could think of no way to save her without effectively killing himself. He had no idea of how long Carrie would have if she chose to become a werewolf, but if he acted quickly, his escape might bring them escape from what had become a vacation nightmare.
Amy and Lila's blond and copper fur now trailed down their abdomen, disappearing into panties covered by claw ripped and run streaked stockings. Amy began to nip at the nape of Lila's shoulder, running her claws to the base of Lila's spine. Her other hand began to rub dark palm pads hard against dampening black cloth. Amy brushed her incisors against her lover's ears, "Channgge, loverrr, channge."
Lila growled loudly as a tuft of fur above her ass suddenly extended into a rigid, fluffy tail. She shifted position to exchange Amy's intimate attention, their wrists crossing as both began to work each other into huffing arousal. Amy developed a matching tail to her partner's as Lila sensually licked her furred neck and chin.
Carrie's attention sharpened as the women seemed to lose interest in foreplay. Fur had begun to swell out of the runs in the women' stocking, and they had both begun to rub their legs together to fight off the increasing itch. Their sexual energy started to work in sync as Lila and Amy viciously guided each other to the shop counter. Taking a brief respite, each woman sensually crawled onto the wide berth. Immediately, Lila clawed into Amy's furred back, laying her down on the counter's oak as she returned Amy's earlier attention to her aroused nipples.
The energy of the whole room seemed to center on the love making between the two she wolves. John actually made real distance towards his escape. Each step still felt like he was working against a rubber band, but he could only hope that Bella's hold would break, even for an instance. John knew he probably would end up as Bella's midnight snack if he stayed or if he failed.
Lila had shifted her position to hover her covered womanhood above Amy's savage visage. Amy's claws ripped away the last trappings of cloth from her lover's furred waist and thighs. She gripped Lila's thickly furred rear and pulled dark, moist folds towards her eager mouth. Lila responded with a low howl as her curved toe claws dug grooves into the treated wood. She quickly reciprocated the oral pleasure, ripping Amy's arousal soaked cotton with vicious fangs.
As John continued to work toward his escape, Carrie and Bella watched the two she wolves' bodies passionately merge as they undulated toward a whining, growling release. John's adrenaline level jumped as the transformed lovers worked in unison towards orgasm, knowing he would loose his chance if the moment passed without him out the door. Bella had actually started to watch Carrie, who had much to John's chagrin, discreetly begun to stroke her own breasts and secret spot.
Suddenly, Lila's and Amy's roaming hands moved from pawing each other's thighs to a firm mutual hold. The women pushed their soaked petals against working tongues. Together, the blond and red furred she wolves shuddered violently in climax, releasing dual piercing howls that caught enough of Bella's attention to release her sorceress hold on John.
John almost fell over from the sudden evaporated weight, but instead broke into a dead sprint to his hopeful exit. Bella spun toward the footfalls, realized the loss of her spell, and tried to incant before her quarry made it to the door. A moment before she finished, John elatedly found his hoped for escape and dashed into the street.
Carrie remained in awe struck viewing of a completely absorbed Lila and Amy, spooned together on the counter, legs intertwined, gently licking one another. "Oh, my god," she gasped.
Bella looked to Carrie, then to the post-coital were-maids, then to the open door. "Shit."