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Sadistic Transformation

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

Months later, Dale's pregnancy had progressed, her stomach swollen with the litter of kittens and her mammary glands engorged, her teats obviously fat and ready to be suckled on. Kate, however, had decided to take full advantage of that, lying her down on her side so that she could use a series of suction devices on her fat nipples. They were similar to what a lactating woman would use, but, of course, a device specially designed for her to use on the transformed big cats in her collection, pulsating and pulling, rippling as they massaged the feline's skin. Dale yowled.

"Oh, stop your complaining..." Kate teased. "Or perhaps you like this all a bit too much? Your partner should be here to fuck you, your mate... You need him to get off now, don't you? Give in to the sensations..."

Dale moaned and squirmed, though did not dare attack Kate, not even as the pleasure mounting, the pleasure there, sweltering, twisting around her like a cage that she simply could not escape. It all was as humiliating as ever, panting and heaving, her paw pads wet with sweat, lowering her head submissively. It was all she could do to make sure that it all went as easily for her as possible.

It was, however, a very notable day for Dale, for she was without Ben for the first day since their transformation. She froze up, wishing that her son was there to protect her, even though Ben was as much her abuser as Kate was, both of them harming the other in different ways. And yet there was nothing she could do about that.

In a way too, Kate was showing her a little more of what was to come for her, when she would have a litter suckling on her in a non-sexual way, passion rising, motherhood clawing at her, demanding that she fulfil her role.

Sometime later, the pleasure rising and falling with the press of the suction cups pulling and massaging, Kate brought in Ben too, the lion's head shooting up at the reek of female arousal. However, she collared him to the wall and left him there, allowing him only to watch, though it was nothing of a break and only more of Kate's special brand of torture.

Ben growled as Kate inserted a toy into Dale's pussy, attached to her tail by a small collar-like strap. The effect on Dale was instantaneous, shuddering, grunting, on all fours again as she tried to rock her hips back to get more of it, still unbound. It was not as if she was going anywhere, not even as the milking machine rippled around her mammary glands and teats, passionately moaning. Dale did not need to be speaking a human language for those moans to show her pleasure.

The toy vibrated, rotating inside Dale, though she was aware of her son watching her, panting heavily. Oh, it was good, so very good, everything overwhelming, though the fuel of orgasm itself was outside her control. Nothing was neglected and she yowled in climax before Kate, that accursed camera on once more, recording everything, every throbbing moment of her humiliation and her cries of lust.

She wondered sometimes if people from her past life ever saw her in such a state, used and abused, not knowing that it was her. But no one that Dale had known would have ever been into something so twisted. It was just her down there, her with her son, panting heavily as an attachment to the vibrating toy teased her clit. It was a strange toy, but her head was too foggy with lust, begging with a mewl already - all for her next climax. The pressure on her clit held firm, attached to the collar around her tail, while the toy itself rotated. Of course, there was pressure on her tail but she could only grunt and push back against it, huffing and panting, her eyes rolling back into her skull.

It was worth it. It was worth it for the pleasure, electric tingles shooting through her, the growls of her son in the air. She could hear how the chain clanked, her son straining to get to her, but she was there and he was close, separated while he was taunted with her scent and dripping pussy.

The room reeked with the stench of female arousal as Ben growled and snarled and gnashed his teeth, clawing at the ground all as he strained to relieve himself of feral desire. Never before had his cock been as hard as it was then, moved closed enough to Dale, by Kate, so that he could lap at the growing pool of her juices on the floor, but no more than that. He didn't dare disobey Kate, the only thing keeping him in check when he was being moved from one position to the other. He wasn't so sure that he cared about his own safety anymore but the safety of his father and partner of sorts in his father... That was something too that Ben had to take into account.

But he wanted her, oh, how badly he wanted her... Driven mad with lust, he strained, making the short chain grind and clank, though it was not enough to overpower the sound of Dale's moans as she climaxed yet again, losing herself. He wanted to fuck her, to ram his rock-hard cock deep up into her pussy and just keep on fucking her, harder and faster, until she couldn't even move anymore, until she was claimed as his!

"You want your mate, don't you?" Kate taunted him, though he couldn't do anything about it still, helpless and trapped, grunting and growling as he twisted back and forth. "Poor little trapped kitten... You might have been a big, strong man before and you might be a big, strong mountain lion here, but you're still under my control. It's quite simple, beautiful in a way. How does it feel to be straining with need, to be so pent-up that you're losing your mind?"

He almost couldn't hear her, the raspy scrape of his tongue sliding over the floor, again and again, even though he had long ago cleaned it of Dale's juices and was waiting on a fresh batch. That, at least, was one thing that he could count on. More to lap up, to slide his tongue through the sticky mess of her, even though her drooling cunt was so close to his face that it was all driving him mad with desire.

Just when Ben didn't think that he could go any lower, he found a new low.

"Don't worry, little cat," Kate mocked. "Your mate will have you again. You can have her the rest of the night, you know. You just need to be patient, very patient. Get nice and horny for her, so that you can give her everything that she wants..."

He growled, closing his eyes, but only briefly. He couldn't keep them closed, not when his father was right there before him, yowling through yet another climax. He couldn't keep track of them all, not as the toy twisted and twisted within her pussy, splattering her juices out everywhere. A drop landed on Ben's nose and, without even thinking about it, he lapped it off with a salacious growl.

It didn't sound like him. Or maybe it was the new him. His cock was hard, so hard, his thoughts taken up by her pussy, how good it felt to stuff her full of his dick, to feel the barbs raking into her, taking her, breeding her, filling her. There should never have been an end to it, not even in his mind, truly gone and lost already to Kate's depraved ways.

He was aware, dimly, in the back of his mind, that he could have fought back, that he could still have done something about all that was going on. Maybe he could have swiped at Kate and suffered the repercussions for both of them, tried anything to take back some tiny scrap of hare-brained control.

And yet he could not, his need so great that he snarled and clawed at the ground, leaving marks in even the tiles from the force of his frustrated need and rampant denial.

It was only later, much later, that he was let free and left alone with Dale to take what he needed from her.

Dale had expected to be able to relax after the long day of constant orgasms, one after the other, sprawled out after Kate had left. Yet the door had barely closed on Kate's heels before a snarling, writhing ball of fur and claws and cock was upon her, bowling her over and slamming her into the ground.

Ben!

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She yowled and sliced back out at him, claws unsheathed, but the lion did not appear to be phased at all, pinning her down on her front, humping wildly.

No... Ben!

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Her body wanted it, but, that time, her mind did not. It very much did not, as she yowled and hissed and snarled and heaved, despite the aching of her cunt to be fucked and filled. It was a conundrum within the confines of her own mind but not one that she was all that keen on teasing through, lowering her head submissive as his massive jaws clamped down on the back of it.

That kept her in place, a deeply rooted, primal instinct that could not be surpassed by anything else. He powered over her, holding her down with his teeth and the weight of his body, pinning her there where there was no escape. His cock prodded around her rump even as she cried out to him, but it was as if Ben didn't even hear her, intent only on slamming his aching member deep up into her pussy.

He knew she was his father, but Ben didn't care anymore. He couldn't care, for it simply wasn't in his mind. He just needed her, needed to get off, heaving and huffing and panting and snarling as he bore her down into the hard ground. His teeth bit hard, tasting blood on his rough, raspy tongue, but Ben was not even with himself in the moment, merely a creature of sensation, needing to fuck, needing to breed.

Even in his mind, it didn't matter, honestly, that she was already pregnant. He thought, in a strange sort of way, that he could breed her all over again, that he didn't need to wait, raw instinct powering through. Later, he would wonder at how that had been in his mind at all, though he was not to be blamed. Not as his father yowled plaintively under him, squeezing and milking and massaging his cock with her hot, wet pussy, climaxing on his dick.

That had him orgasming right away, spending his load into her cunt as his nuts ached and churned - it was almost painful, the climax was so extreme. He'd never felt like that before, rippling and heaving with raw power, releasing his father's neck even as his cock remained deep inside her, pouring out every heady drop of his cum, making sure that nothing was spilt, nothing was wasted. He wouldn't have wanted it, after all, pouring out of her when he only wanted to fuck her again and again.

Or maybe it didn't matter at all, he thought hazily, his mind dim, slipping away as feral need overcame everything. He moaned and pressed in harder, his cock hardly softening between rounds, fucking her roughly and crudely right away.

Dale cried out, her body wanted it even while her mind did not. He was being so rough with her! And forceful! She didn't get any rest at all as he fucked her raw, sore pussy again and again. Pain raked through her with every flare of his barbs dragging back against her soft walls, but Dale had no say in the matter, none at all, not as her stomach lurched and her heart pounded.

Dimly, very faintly, she thought that she wasn't going to get any rest that night. Where the day had been bad enough for her, even if she had gotten to orgasm repeatedly and slip away in her mind for a little while, the night was worse. So much worse, because her son didn't need to rest. There was no cool-down period between rounds as he climbed on top of her, again and again, fucking her ruthlessly, as if she suddenly was nothing to him, as if he had truly forgotten who she was and what their relationship with each other was.

Dale shuddered, hiding her face from him, though it was too much, her stomach swollen, everything heavy, so very heavy. Her breath came in shorter and shorter pants, her stomach clenching and tensing, though she wasn't even sure what was happening and what was going on, just trying to cling on and hold onto the moment, to do something to root herself there.

She tried to remember who she was, even as every thrust of her son's shook her body to its core. Huffing and panting, Dale strove to shift and alleviate the tension on her stomach, the uncomfortable press that had risen there. Still, she did not realise.

"Unff!"

She shuddered that time, the pain rippling through like a cramp, as if her muscles had locked up - but in her lower belly rather than her leg or similar.

Ben curled over her, his hindquarters rounded around her as he hunched, shuddering and pushing into her with short, sharp jabs of his cock. He'd already pumped too much cream into her pussy to be contained, but he wasn't paying attention to his mate and father, not until Dale called out, clawing at the ground differently than she had been.

Ben blinked. Was something different there? He could have felt guilty, but his loins still burned with arousal, his dick half-hard, still needing her. Perhaps one more round...

And another, and another.

A ripple going through the lioness, however, stopped him in his tracks, eyes wide, cock dripping with his own lust. Dale met his own horrified eyes with her own and Ben took an uncertain step back as the lioness urgently twisted around to nudge and nuzzle at her own flank, wincing in growing discomfort.

The kittens were coming.

And, just like that, the scope of their lives together, tangled in arousal beyond their wildest imaginings, changed once again.

Not for the better.

It never would.