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The tavern was filled with laughter and jesting, loud rambunctious mocking comments were tossed about from person to person as the lamps fluttered lower and lower. Soot coated the place, whatever wood that had been carved to make the pillars that held up the second floor was unrecognizable beneath the smearing of soot and dirt and other things. The ground was dirt, stamped in by the men that came to deal and game and wile away the late night hours. The bottom of the tavern was home to cheap whores and women of the night, men who had only a few coppers to rub together and a bartender that was large enough to intimidate them into giving up their money. What food was found was watered down and rancid tasting on bad days, on good days it was almost tolerable as it was a fresh batch that had recently been cooked up. It was cheap, it was easy, it was convenient. Those that wanted better, and could afford it, inhabited the upper rooms.

The Dog's Chain had a vast series of rooms devoted to higher paining clientele. The men who came to those rooms could afford better, but that didn't go so far as to define their characters. They were hardly better than those that drank below, they were only better off in life. Most worked the river boats as officers or captains, some were high up on nearby farms or were business owners. They couldn't afford to drink at home or have women come to them, so they came here where they could pretend they were better than they truly were. They could smoke their pipes and cigars, drink brandy that was better than those below could purchase or dream to afford. Most of the time it was filled with higher class prostitutes and the lazy drawling conversation of tired men after a long work day. But not the night following the strange series of disappearances.

"We have three men missing, and one of them a land owner." Aaron spoke with a low growl to the edge of his voice, his eyes sliding over the group. "We have no word as to where they've gone. Their wives and women have no information that we can use to find them. One of them was on the search for his son when he went missing."

"Yeah, we been lookin'" One of the men snorted and rubbed his whiskered chin with a rasping sound. "I'm thinkin' the first one, Walter, took them. Holdin' them hostage, tryin' to make some quick money, ain't like he was all that high up the rung. Hostages."

"Idiot." Aaron growled, the sheriff trying his best to keep that line of thinking silent. "Do you think we haven't been looking in that direction?"

But it was already too late to stop the well chewed thread of conversation that had been going about the town ever since the beginning of the entire mess. The mystery had no answer that they could find, but they were all willing to believe that Walter had been the one to do it. The boy wasn't especially smart, but he had taken a bit of a hit after the war, not quite high up the rung to begin with, which meant it wouldn't have been out of the realm of possibility that he would have created a hostage situation. It wouldn't be unheard of, he had taken the son, perhaps he wanted the father to ensure that the bargaining chips were stacked high enough to give him a fortune. He had already gone down that path, he had sent out his deputies to try and locate the boy, to locate any sign of them, but there was none. He had dispatched riders to all the neighboring towns and villages, he had led dogs out, and there was nothing. He couldn't keep sniffing on that path, there was something strange going on and he needed to find out what it was.

The local plantation owners were not known to be patient men, they were growing tired of the excuses that he had to give them on why he wasn't able to make any headway. There were three men missing and it had been three months, they should have found some sign or even bodies, but there was nothing. They hadn't found signs of a struggle, they hadn't even found the horses that two of the men had been riding. He had dragged the hounds up and down the roads and every time they hit the trail, they went dead only a few feet away. There were calls to have him removed from his office, hints that he was too old for his job, he was too weak. The fact that he had not served in the war only seemed to make their ideas appear to have some backing, and it was rapidly turning the town's favor away from him. Something had to be done. Something would be done.

"BE QUIET!" He snarled out, surging up to his feet. "The land owners want to know what is being done to find these men and now we will do something about it! The last scent that any of the dogs got from any of them were all in the same three mile area. Right near the swamps where the coloreds have been gathering and moving into."

"What? You thinkin' one of them got a bright idea to up and take down their masters?" Someone laughed across the room. "They ain't got the guts. Most of them are too busy tryin' to find work or plottin' on how to get North."

Aaron narrowed his eyes and looked around the room, the men gathered here were drunk, filled to the gills with as much harsh brandy as they could drink. They wanted to sit here by the warm fire and drink, not go traipsing out into the night, but what he said here would be remembered. It was an idea that would at least give them another target for their scorn and outrage. He was too damn old at forty to retire, he had too little in savings. Let the niggers take the blame, it was true enough what he said, even if he didn't really believe it himself. It would give him more time to try and find out what had happened to the men he was searching for. Valuable time. And if... when he found them he would be lauded a hero, given a rich reward by the men themselves.

"What do you think they have now? No masters, disorganized, why the hell shouldn't they be getting the guts to go after former masters. We all know the boys, at least, had a bad habit of sleeping with them, eh? Hell, rape been thrown about, and we all know about that couple down near the Farley Plantation that were killed." He lowered his voice and felt the rest of them watching him, their attention was drawn to what he was saying, exactly what he wanted. "Do you think they are just standing idly by now? Or do you think they're getting the guts to try and come back at their masters?"

There was silence through the room, drawn out while the sheriff glanced around, trying to meet their eyes. He needed them to believe this, he needed longer to work, he needed longer to find out what had happened before they took his job from him to try and find someone younger. They were too drunk to do anything, they'd mutter and growl, but it would give them something else to mutter about.

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"I don't want to do this anymore." Mary hunched her shoulders and smelled the acrid stink of smoke and burning flesh that came from the building that was crackling and falling.

_You don't? _ The spirit inside of her purred out. _You are justice, vengeance, why would you wish to stop now that it has begun?

_

"They're dying cause of me." She huddled down as the raiders drank, laughing in the darkness as the faintest of screams could be heard.

She had heard them coming hours ago, a great group of drunken men on horse back, laughing and snarling as they circled a small village that consisted of five families. She hadn't come in time, she had arrived behind them to see her people being thrown into their own houses, locked and trapped like cattle before the flames came. She heard enough to know why, men were missing, white men, men who had influence, at least the last two. Men that they thought the freed slaves might have had a hand in making them disappear. And they were right, she knew they were, she was the one behind it and her people were the ones suffering for it. There was no way to escape that fact, it was all her fault that the houses being burned and people killed. There was little she could do to stop it.

They made the choice... The spirit purred in her mind soothingly. _They were the ones that chose to do this and they will suffer for it. Each and every one. _

"And more will think the deeds are being done by those who have no hand in it. Those who are suffering because of me." She hunched her shoulders a bit more and turned her eyes away from the scene. She couldn't watch any longer.

She began to move away from the fire, she wished with all her heart that she couldn't hear the talk going on behind her, or the way that the spirit within her stirred. That spirit wanted to strike them down, in another time it would have, it would have had the power to call down the lightning and tear them apart, but not now. Time had aged it and not well, slowly and steadily she had begun to grow weaker and weaker, it became harder for her to call down anything, and so she had looked for a mortal. Her powers now couldn't deal with the weather or any great art, only with vengeance and change. She couldn't make a man die simply by wishing it, no, she had that taken away from her. In her mind she felt the press of the spirit, and that press gave her insight.

Abeni had once had a lover, before she had served justice, and that lover had betrayed her in the way that gods did. He had left her only the ability to create beasts and nothing more, telling her that her vengeance against males was unjust and should be stopped. She had pledged to find a use for that gift, and it had taken her a lifetime to find this land filled with their own brand of unjustices, in which she was able to find someone that had a deep enough hatred and hurt that she would be let in and given what she wanted. Mary shuddered slightly and squeezed her eyes shut, she was that mortal, her own anger and grief had called the spirit.

And now you are mine, but do not cry... The spirit crooned in her ears. Think of what we will do you and I. Think of what we will accomplish. Look at that boy, he is young and already tainted. You can see it in him, he lusts after what is going on around him and he basks in it.

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The spirit drew her eyes towards one of the young men, he was just old enough to shave, but he had a strange light in his eyes. He was watching the older men around him, drinking in what they were doing and mimicking them. He was eager to prove himself to him, that much was easy to see, and he was already looking at the few that were running and his mind was working. The spirit could see through him, and into just what sort of men he would grow up to be. He hurt animals already, his father fought dogs, large vicious brutes that had once been used to hunt escaped slaves, but now they fought each other. He enjoyed it, enjoy the way the great bodies twisted and blood was drawn.

I think you can think of a suitable... purpose for him. _ The spirit whispered through her mind, laughing and digging the claws in deeper into her spirit. _We both can.

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"No." Mary gritted her teeth, if she did something now there would be hell to pay..

_Perhaps not, but perhaps we can visit who began it all and recall your purpose, yes? _ The voice was rich and soothing, teasing and mocking all in one.

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The sun was warm, beating down over Walter in a way that made her feel almost comfortable as she splayed out on the log, but she couldn't feel comfortable. She was uncomfortable and aching, her body swollen and heavy feeling as she turned her reptilian head and looked at the foxes locked in their cage. She could have walked away, she could have waddled into the swamp and tried to swim, but she knew what waited for her there. He was always waiting for her, his presence kept her in place where she was at least somewhat safe. The large gator on the other side of the fence was in a similar pose, his head up and tilted in the air as he seemed to ignore her, but she knew if she tried to slip past him he'd lurch into movement. He'd catch her like he had every other time and with her belly full of eggs he wouldn't fuck her, he'd just hurt her.

She was one of four females in this area, and she had been humiliated to watch him with the others as he bred them in the water and even on the shore. They had put up better fights than she had. She had tried to make him stand down, but they had forced him to a standstill repeatedly. They knew their bodies and they had escaped and wriggled away. Eventually he had bred them all and she had been bred more than once, until her body was sore and scarred. Even now there were white marks along her haunches where he had gripped her and yanked her backwards. She was almost grateful when her swollen belly had stopped him from continuing his attempts to ensure that the next generation was sired. She was almost relieved.

"Are you still here?" A familiar voice made Walter flinch and her muscles tensed up and she tried not to show that she had heard. "I would have thought that you would have been long gone from this place."

A hand ran along Walter's tail and she shuddered, lunging forward awkwardly along the log, she didn't want this woman's attention. She was dangerous, crazy and took horrifying pleasure in her tortures. She had seen it with the foxes, she hadn't wanted anything to do with her. Walter dug her claws in roughly and let out a hissing sound as the grip on her tail suddenly clamped down and hauled her backwards with a powerful pull that left claw marks scraping against the rotting log. Walter twisted and snarled out, her head jerking backwards to show her sharp jaws at her tormentor who dragged her to shore. She couldn't' swing back, her hind legs were lifted up high in the air and paddled uselessly, foolishly and did no good at all.

"I think it's time for me to take care of you." The woman's voice was a soft purr as Walter's haunches were dropped and she tried to scramble away.

She had long ago given up on the idea of vengeance, especially when she knew, intimately, that this woman boasted some amount of power. She had had enough of this game, she had no idea how to find her way home, but she prayed for it every day. She would apologize, she would beg on her knees and kiss the woman's toes if she had too, anything to be free of this horrible body and escape the swamp. She couldn't speak, couldn't beg, she could only snarl in protest as a knee pushed down against her broad nose and pinned her jaws shut, thick heavy rope was worked out and wrapped around her muzzle as she tried to writhe back and forth.

"I really should treat you to what you put me through, after all, you said that I should be glad to be rid of my brat." The last word was spoke in between a hiss and a sob that made Walter's eyes flash open wider. "But I have been blessed with lacking the one thing you used on me, so I will have to be inventive."

Walter thrashed and twisted, writhing and tried to push away, but the rope was pulled down and tied her front legs together tightly, pinching her scales so that she muffled her sounds of protest. The woman was furious, she could see tears darkening her already dark cheeks, sliding through the edge of dust, but there was something hungry in her eyes as well. Eager. So eager. The alligator was pushed, flipped onto her side so that she had even less ability to protect herself, she could only writhe and twist in place, her eyes locked on the woman who moved to one side and pulled out a burlap sack to flip open.

Abeni murmured softly down into the sack before something slipped out, something large and patterned in dark black and vibrant red. The snake twined around her wrist and flicked out a large black tongue that fluttered along the curve of the wrist and flicked up higher in the air. The powerful belly scales worked, pulling it higher and higher in the air, working around the dark arm as strange gold eyes seemed to stare right at Walter. They were like the woman's eyes, strangely hungry and eager, it made the former man writhe and try to use her tail to kick against the ground to move away. The snake twisted and shifted a bit the tongue fluttered out again, scraping against the woman's elbow. She moved down with her other hand and brushed the curve of the alligator's stomach, the broad creamy white scales were drawn taut over her egg filled womb.

_Please.. please no!!! _ The former man writhed and let out a groan before he felt a brush of heat run over her body, and her egg chamber suddenly, painfully contracted.

"Of course, I am not so cruel as to deny you all the pleasures of your offspring, but you will have help." The woman murmured softly, her fingers caressed right along the snake that rippled around her arm, twisting and curling, the thick dark tongue flicked out eagerly, curling in the air. "This is a snake that is nearly extinct, but rare as he is, he can still be found. A creature is most vulnerable when they lay eggs and he had been designed to... steal? Yes, steal said eggs when there will be little chance of being caught. I am sure you can imagine how."

Walter squeezed her eyes shut as a ripple ran through her body and she groaned out as she felt parts of her body starting to contract. Despite her fear she shifted her hind legs as she felt something slick starting to run along her vent, running along her scales and another contract rolled through her. Slippery heavy wetness trailed from her vent, showing the soft pink flesh between the scales as she tried to roll herself protectively on her belly. The sensation of her inner walls clutching and rippling around nothing made her sick, her head swayed back and forth unsteadily as her breathing came out in short hot puffs of air. She felt as if she were going to be sick, she knew she was going to be sick, and then something soft and thick rolled out along her exposed folds, fluttering over them so she let out an angry hiss.

Her head twisted up just high enough to see the large red and black snake slipping down from the woman's arm, his large spade shaped head was dropped down so that the dark tongue could flick out and roll right along the outer folds and curl upwards in a slow stroking movement that made her stomach contract. It wasn't with fear, the twin tongue tips fluttered about her, running back and forth lightly and pushing forward in a demanding motion that made her swallow a groan. She squeezed her eyes shut at the feel of the long tongue pushing against her, ignoring the thrashing of her tail as the snake ran along her body, sliding along her side so that the powerful reticulated body twisted around her bound forelegs and clutched tightly. Another spasm pushed through her and she felt something shifting in her stomach, pressure starting to build up rapidly.

She hissed out and twisted as something pushed up against her folds, but not from the inside, she felt the heat of the slimy tongue pushing into her body as her form jerked and shuddered in place. The thick broad muzzle of the snake began to wedge forward, shoving and twisting, forcing her walls to spread open around it while she let out a wheezing breath. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hips twisting as the scaled form began to push forward, inching and struggling past muscles that were doing their best to push the thing OUT of her body. The pressure grew worse inside of her, something shifted, rolling and spreading, stretching in a way that made her suck in a breath. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as something round and strangely soft feeling pushed along her channel and her muscles clutched around it. An egg, an egg had stirred free of the clutch in her belly.

She felt the snake's stomach muscles rippling, the scales scraping through her body as he pushed forward, using the hold on her forelegs to push him ever deeper so that she didn't stand a chance of being able to push him back out again. He was too strong, and horribly it was pleasure mixed with the pain and humiliation of what was being done with her. She had thought that the worst had happened to her, but it was nothing compared to this, nothing compared to the snake's tongue scraping through the most intimate part of her body and pushing in deeper, wedging right up against the egg that she was struggling to push out of her. The snake's body writhed deeper, pushing upwards until she felt the egg slipping lower, rolling through her quivering muscles.

The moment the egg came close, she felt a sudden surge through her and another thick inch of the reptile's body pushed into her and the jaws spread open wide. Her muscles were pried open as they tried to clamp down, and the snake only pushed forward harder, shoving himself up until she felt him meeting the egg she was struggling to get out of her body. She let out a high pitched hissing sound, her eyes snapping open wildly to see the woman watching her closely. The eyes were so bright, the lips half parted and her breathing coming faster as the snake began to writhe and push forward, she could feel the large jaws forcing her muscles to keep spreading wider as it pushed forward to engulf the egg. It only made her ache worse as she felt another slippery egg pushing free from the pouting pucker of her cervix, wedging the band of muscle open.

The snake's jaws finally closed and she felt a moment of sweet relief when the egg was able to pass down the long throat. She cared nothing for the egg, it meant nothing to her, it was just a horrifying reminder of what the male had done for her. Except, she felt the egg passing down the long throat, the inner muscles that coaxed it down forced it through her body where she couldn't stop it. She couldn't' control pushing it out, she could only feel it rolling and opening her, spreading and caressing through her with the scrape of scales that had her breathing coming out in shallow bursts. She felt a hand running downwards along the line of her belly when the snake's jaws opened again, spreading her apart, splaying her open until her muscles burned and ached, all so it's tongue could curl around the next soft shelled egg and pull it inwards.

It was eating eggs inside of her body, capturing them before they had any hope of seeing daylight, it disturbed her more than the rape, more than the transformation, it was disgusting to feel the muscles pulling the egg through her as she writhed in place. Her own wetness was leaking around the snake as human fingers curled down and began to rub along her exposed inner folds. Walter let out a rumble, trying to mimic the threatening sounds that she had heard the male make in the past, but it came out weakly, not enough to actually stop the touch from happening as the mouth inside of her spread open again. The snake surged forward, writhing and wriggling, the one egg that was near her opening was suddenly pulled back inwards as it pushed deeper into her passage.

"But not all of them..." The woman hissed softly down at her, her voice thick with lust. She was enjoying this, enjoying the pain and horror. "He'll be full soon, never take too many from a clutch after all."

The thought gave her no consolation as the writhing twisting form rubbed through her, pushing deeper until she could feel her body protesting the invasion of something being pushed INTO her instead of out. She felt one of the eggs pushing out her aching lips, rippling down the long body before the maw spread open again. This time the tongue plunged forward, not waiting for another egg to emerge from her egg chamber. It pushed into the aching passage and curled around her, she felt the intimate coiling caress until it found one of the eggs her body was working to push free. She let out a snarling cry, her body arching as it pulled the egg out of her, not waiting for her muscles to adjust, but forcing the egg to tear from her.

He pulled it towards jaws that splayed open wide, working around the egg greedily until it too became a lump in the long scaled form that stretched through her and made her body tremble in place. Her heart beat was throbbing in her ears, she found it hard to actually concentrate, to think of anything except for the way that she wanted nothing more than to escape. She twisted and tried to roll, instinct making her want to twist on the ground to rid herself of whatever was happening to her. The only thing that happened was a hand gripped her bound forelegs and gripped her, holding her still as the snake began to ripple and shift through her.

She felt him pulling back, the thick bulge of the eggs were pulled with him, splaying her aching folds open wide as she shuddered in reaction. She felt the scales scraping through her, pulling inch by steady inch through her, making her breathing come out in short wheezing bursts. The first one popped free lewdly and she felt the wetness sliding along her belly scales before the second one came free. The rest of the snake followed so smoothly that Walter opened an eye to see the woman pulling the glistening creature out, the wetness coating it made it gleam in the light while the obscene bulges along his stomach stood out in sharp relief. Each one was the size of a small plum, far larger than she had expected.

Another contraction rippled through her body, reminding her forcibly that this wasn't the end, only the beginning of what was about to happen. She closed her eyes again as a soft shelled egg began to push outwards, bulging her cervix and spreading it open. "See that you care for the eggs.." Abeni hissed the words softly down at her. "For each one that doesn't hatch, you will bear another clutch to make amends. If all survive... Perhaps I will make you male again, and you will sire instead of birthing."

Walter didn't react, she couldn't react as fingers ran along her glistening vent, playing along the reddened sore folds lightly. She didn't believe anything anymore, not out of this woman's mouth, all she wished was to cause pain, revenge, all she could do was hiss out as the first fertile egg pushed out of her passage on it's own, emerging into the light to fall into the loam of the forest floor wetly, a sticky strand of wetness still clinging to her. Given their size, she could only imagine the size of the clutch that she must bear inside of her.