Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories (26 page)

“He’s going to destroy your will, just like he did mine. You may as well embrace it.”

Taking a step back from the overwhelming crazy, Lauren made her way to the corner. Smiling brightly, her eyes shining with zeal, Heather slipped her fingers through her panties and started fingering herself.

“God...” Heather moaned. “He’s gonna own you...gonna
own
...you...”

Backing up into Lauren, Maryse shook her head. “What. The. Fuck.”

“We have to get out of here,” whispered Lauren, urgency filling her voice. “If he’s...if he’s animal, like she says, if he’s marked her? I bet he can smell her.”

“How would you know?” Maryse asked suspiciously. “How do you know so much?”

“I don’t know anything!” Lauren said. “I’m just...guessing. She said he marked her. I’m saying that probably means he wants seconds...and she’s practically begging for him now, and it’s going to be dark soon.”

Maryse’s mouth twisted, examining Heather. The older woman had folded up on her back, pussy exposed, ankles wrapped around her neck, crying out triumphantly as an orgasm shivered through her body.

“Yes!” Heather cried. “Take me, my lord! Take me!”

“We can’t...we can’t just leave her here,” said Maryse. “He’s just going to do it all to her again.”

Lauren sighed. “I know. But...do we have a choice? Look, whatever he’s done to her...the damage has been done. We can leave, and...” Lauren shook her head. She squeezed Maryse's arm. “No, you’re right. We can’t leave her here. But we can’t stay here, either. This place is practically undefended. What if we moved out, back to the main complex?”

“Why that one?”

“There’s the radio there, like I said, for starters.” Shrugging, Lauren started searching through the various cabinets. “Besides that, she has a gun there, I think. For snakes and stuff. But it might work. And it’s up against that big rock face, you’ve seen it. Just the one way in.”

“Okay,” said Maryse. “Okay. Yeah, that’s smart. You’re smart.”

She said this like it was a sudden realization.

“Come on,” said Lauren. “We can do it if we work together.”

Maryse nodded then. “Okay. Let's do it.”

* * * * *

I
n all her life, Maryse had never been so terrified as she was now, walking through the dark to the main complex. Being afraid was something clearly designated to the lower classes of the world—those not secure in their stations thanks to natural talents and gifts, of which Maryse clearly had so very many. Her breasts, her legs, her beautiful hair, her angelic face...none of these mattered in the empty darkness, where any sound or movement could come out and abuse her just as Heather was abused.

Maryse had never been in such a situation before.

Heather’s constant moaning through her gag didn’t help—Maryse was certain the lithe beauty was calling out to her Master, trying to get him to come. That was why they gagged her, and bound her arms. It would have been really, really dark and twisted, except Heather seemed to enjoy it a little. Maybe that made it a little more dark and twisted, though.

She and Lauren had their hands interlaced over Heather's arms, touching and grabbing at each other. Both of them desperate for as much human contact as they could find.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of trudging through the muck and mud and darkness, they made it to the center.

“We’re here,” said Lauren, searching through her pockets.

Metal jingled as she pulled out her keys. In a few seconds she had the door opened and then locked again behind them.

They put Heather down behind the salad bar in the cafeteria, in a corner, out of sight.

“Try and find a flashlight or something.” Lauren gave a compassionate squeeze to Maryse's shoulder. “I’ll look for that gun and the radio.”

“Okay. Right.”

It surprised Maryse how easily she took orders from Lauren. But, with as scared as she was, desperate as she was to find some order in the situation, she didn’t feel as though she had a choice. A swell of resentment grew in her, being so powerless. She promised and promised herself again that she would never let herself be this powerless in the future, so long as she lived through the night.

In the darkness of the kitchen, she started searching around. Her eyes adjusted to the very low light after a minute or two, and she was able to search through cabinets with some ease. It surprised how simple it was—probably just hours before she would have been terrified of bugs or rats, but now there was a bigger threat.

After looking through several cabinets, she finally found a flashlight.

“Here’s the radio, I think,” Lauren called out from outside the kitchen. “And the gun!”

Her path easily visible now, Maryse found Lauren dragging something into the cafeteria, and shined the light on her, letting them both see what the brunette had found.

It was a radio all right...and it was useless.

“Goddammit,” said Lauren, stomping her feet. “Goddammit!”

There were holes in the radio, its wire cut—wires everywhere.

“Are those bullet holes?” asked Maryse.

“I think so.” Lauren shook her head. “There’s not any more bullets.”

“Someone...someone shot the radio?”

Maryse was completely befuddled. Who could be crazy enough to do such a thing?

A gleeful little giggle rose up—Heather had maneuvered her mouth out from the gag they put on.

“It's
possible
,” said Heather, “that
while
you were asleep, I may have slipped out to do an weensy bit of camp maintenance for Master...”

Oh god.

Question asked and answered,
thought Maryse.
How can this get any worse
?

Right on cue, a deep growl reverberated through the complex. The immense shadow of the man-beast broke through the dim light of the cafeteria—the beast. It was there, at the window. Hard to make out in the darkness, but clearly enormous. Maryse saw the darkness slide over the room and up over hers and Lauren’s bodies—both of them shook, sliding into each other’s arms.

“Oh, God,” Lauren moaned.

“I don’t think this place is as safe as we thought it was,” Maryse said dumbly.

Heather, behind them, giggled maniacally. “No where is safe from the Master. He’ll take anyone that he wants. And he wants
you
.” She was moaning and stirring in her bindings—Maryse quickly figured out that she was using the friction between her shorts and her pussy to pleasure herself. That was all she needed for sexual excitement, now—that little bit. Her body had become so sensitive...made just for fucking this huge beast.

Slowly, hands trembling together, Maryse and Lauren lifted the flashlight to shine on the beast in the window.

He was...immense. Enormously muscled. Abs on abs on abs, a veritable ten-pack. His biceps ripped, the bulges there bigger than Maryse’s head. Deep, dark hair covered the entirety of his body, except for the short line leading down to his cock, and the cock itself. That huge slab of meat—clearly hardening against the window—was hairless and glistening wet already with precum. His face was familiar somehow...nearly human, except for the big jutting teeth coming up from his mouth, and the distended nostrils and big yellow eyes. Dominating eyes. Will-breaking eyes.

Her knees went even weaker than they were before.

He was there for Maryse, she knew. Of course he was. Everyone wanted to fuck her. That was her whole life. And now he was going to turn her into a mindless little fuckpuppet just like Heather...

“He’s gonna fuck me, oh god...” Maryse groaned and shifted, holding Lauren tighter. “H-he’s gonna take me...”

And why was she so fucking turned on by that thought? Her panties were soaked with arousal. It was just...chemical, that was all. The beast had some kind of pheromone reaction, leaking through the glass.

Yeah, that was it.

“It’s okay,” said Lauren. “The door is locked, and—”

Glass burst open as the beast attacked the door, sending it wide open. So much for the lock.

Lauren grabbed Maryse even closer than before. Her hands slipped over Maryse's.

“Take my hand, please?” Lauren asked.

There was so much vulnerability there...so much terror. Of course, Maryse knew it was mirrored in her own face. Seeing herself like this, Maryse couldn’t help but accept her. She took Lauren’s hand. Instantly, relief flood through Maryse...and she couldn’t explain why. It was just good to have someone need her like that.

The beast approached, step by step, agile and direct.

Here it comes
, thought Maryse.
Here it comes, get ready...

But then, something crazy happened. He took Lauren instead.

Relief again flooded through Maryse’s body—it was so overwhelming that she completely forgot to grab Lauren to try and help her.

But along with all that relief there was also just the faintest bit of...jealousy?

Lauren screamed for help, her voice bouncing off the complex walls, her little fists pounding futilely against the beast’s massive chest. But slowly, those cries for help dissipated the beast ripped off more and more of her clothes, growling with satisfaction at his prize, grabbing at her big tits and kissing, biting, and licking hard into her luscious neck.

More and more, Lauren stopped fighting, her face flushed, her body falling limply to the ground before the immense masculinity of the best.

More and more, all her moans of terror were replaced with moans of easy, hot want, her legs spreading around the beast’s sexy, svelte waist. His cock, giant and hard, rubbed intently between her tits and then down her soft, sexy curves.

“Fuck me,” Lauren moaned. “Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes, please! Fuck me with your big fucking beastly cock!”

There
was
some scent in the air...something the beast was doing to both of them. Maryse found herself wanting the beast to fuck Lauren almost as much as Lauren did. Maybe that was why she didn't run...why she slipped to the ground, on her knees, touching her breasts and making sultry faces at their display.

Maryse could even
understand
why the beast had chosen Lauren. Lauren’s body—thick and fertile and bountifully busty—was easily much more capable of taking a vicious, hard pounding like what this masculine alpha creature dished out.

Jealousy, hard and quick, stabbed furiously at Maryse. She didn’t know if she wanted to be fucked, but she definitely wanted to be chosen.

Suddenly, hands were wrapping around Maryse’s body—Heather’s hands. Her yoga-trained legs locked around Maryse’s waist, keeping her in place, while Heather’s one hand gripped hard on Maryse’s breasts. The other slipped into Maryse’s panties, and began quickly and expertly fingering her clit.

“Oh my god,” Maryse moaned.

Instantly, she was close to orgasm. There was no excuse for it—she had just completely turned into a wanton, slutty sexpet in the face of this overpowering beast. She
wanted
him to know how turned on she was. She
wanted
Heather to give her a hot, delicious orgasm, to make her smell like a good fuck. The pheromones in the air...she felt high. She couldn’t fight. She felt herself not
wanting
to fight.

“Watch him fuck her,” Heather instructed. “Watch Master take his chosen mate. Isn’t it so perfect? He's going to mark her. Don’t you feel so lucky?”

“Lucky...” Maryse repeated. “...Master...”

Lauren’s moans increased in intensity as the beast shoved his huge bare cock inside of her pussy. At the same time, Heather shifted her grip, pushing her two front fingers into Maryse’s cunt and then rubbing her thumb hard down on her clit.

Pleasure rampaged through Maryse’s body as Heather had her way with her. From the sounds of things, the same was happening to Lauren. The beast had practically bent her in half, his enormous hands just barely cupping her incredibly huge tits. He drove her into the floor, hammering his cock into her body with no restraint at all.

The beast let out a long howl, signaling his climax was near. The significance was not lost on the three women wrapped up in its pleasure.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Lauren moaned. “Cum on me! I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna do it with you, Sir! Yes, please!”

“Yeah,” Maryse mewled softly. “G-gonna cum. G-gonna cummm with youuuu...”

Heather, of course, was already on her seventeenth or eighteenth orgasm of the night. There was very little that could stand in the wolf slave’s way when it came to pleasure.

With another great howl, the alpha stud came inside Lauren's unprotected, fertile womb. After several jerking spurts, he pulled out and sprayed on top of Lauren, all over her belly, coating her in luscious white goo. Spurt after spurt fired out of him, layering down thick ropes of perfection on Lauren's tits. After several seconds, he seemed to be expended, and collapsed down on Lauren's body gently.

“She’s marked, now,” Heather cooed in Maryse’s ear. “Just like me...just like you’ll be, soon.”

The beast slowly began to transform—hair receding, muscles dissolving, claws disappearing. Over a period of two minutes, the recognizable form of Caleb appeared in Lauren’s arms. The light from the still-on flashlight let Maryse see his eyes—which appeared heavily dilated, as if he had been on drugs.

Maryse, at this point, was a bit beyond being shocked.

“The form of the Master...” Heather moaned, too busy fingering herself now to bother with Maryse. She sank back down on her back, orgasming away, sliding into a blissful sleep.

Maryse crawled forward, still dazed from her orgasm, trying to understand. Caleb, eyes open, appeared thoroughly out of it. She stroked his forehead lightly—all resentments and anger gone for the moment, and checked on Lauren, stroking her forehead as well. Lauren leaned up, eyes closed, and pulled Maryse in for a long, loving kiss. Maryse, surprising herself, did nothing to stop it.

When Lauren finally opened her eyes and saw who it was, she let go...slowly. Her hands ran down Maryse’s chest, and the two looked at each other with reinvigorated interest.

“Sorry,” said Lauren.