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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Once again, Kate had changed her look – though that capture had been so easy that she had not even had to worry about anything at all. She hadn't even got close to being caught with her long hair and extensions coming down to her mid-back, a light curl to it so it bounced along with every step. When she caught sight of herself in a mirror, or, really, any other reflective surface, she thought it made her look as if she was even more gleeful.

Her eyes had been changed to brown again, though a part of her almost did not even remember what she looked like naturally: she had simply gone through so many changes. It was easy, as easy as transforming her victims, though Kate didn't feel any urge to face the same fate as them. Of course, it would have been no trouble at all for her to inject herself at any point, but that would have meant she would no longer be the ringmaster orchestrating their fates, breaking them down more and more until their minds were nothing more than gooey piles of mush.

Well, figuratively, of course. There was just something about twisting their realities and infusing her frail victims with hormones so they could not even control themselves that hit all the right notes for her.

That was why they were victims, after all: not volunteers.

Undoubtedly, one of her very favourite creatures to transform her subjects into was a lion. The sinuous, flowing gait and the way the males had that thick mane of hair denoted such dominance. Yet when she transformed humans into animals, leaving their minds intact so she could toy with them as she willed, she could strip that dominance away, bite by bite, until there was nothing left at all.

In the laboratory, she smirked, standing over the male lion, who was chained up with a short length of heavy chain, keeping his nose close to the wall. Not that he could have moved away if he wanted to, of course, as Kate had made quite sure he was trapped there, right in position for his father, below him, to enjoy.

However, such a fate was not what Kieran had expected. The lion squirmed on his back, huffing and panting heavily with his black lips pulled back from his teeth, though there was not a snarl in Kieran's mind, no: not when fear coiled insidiously through the pit of his stomach. Every pant that raked its way through him made his sides shudder in a way Kieran was by no means used to, barely even able to walk in his new body.

No… He thought, squirming a little as the hard floor bore up against his back, the obscene cleanliness of the laboratory assaulting his nose. No, I can't be a lion, I just can't be. Why's this happening to me? What about my family?

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His legs were forced apart with manacles and chains, bound to posts in the floor that didn't look at all like they belonged in a lab: maybe some kind of sex dungeon. Kieran let out a half-hearted growl, once again trying to close his hind legs, though all he managed was a jerky twitch and half a kick, the heavy weight of his feline tail sweeping across the floor. Yet he was not in control of his body, not having had anywhere near enough time in it to settle into him, to feel how his muscles worked, even how his centre of balance was off.

Having his legs spread like that, however, brought to light that there was something missing between his legs – and something new too. Kieran closed his eyes against the horror of the room, everything silent in there bar the living beings, for there was no background noise. It was as if they were entirely cut off from the world, set aside in a realm where anything could happen.

And where there would never be anyone, not a single soul, who could rescue them.

They were all alone.

Between Kieran's legs, which he was sure his sons had seen to, lay a pussy, however. It was definitely a female sex, not a male one, for he'd watched the grotesque suck of his cock back into his body while he'd been transforming, clothes falling around him, sagging in some places and tightening in others. He'd tried to hang on to it, even, strangely enough, to get an erection, yet thinking of his wife and all the horny thoughts he could, well… To say the least of it, there hadn't been any time for any of it to really work. Not while he'd been scrabbling and fighting to save his sons too.

Kieran tried not to think about that: as long as he was still alive and his sons were too, he could do something for them. Perhaps he could save them. That was all the lion had to cling on to, though even the notion of getting free seemed to be slipping through his claws.

He had to hope, however, for hope was all he had to hang on to. His body may have been that of a lioness, but his mind was still that of a man.

Yes… Kieran tensed, turning his head a little so he didn't have to stare up at his son, Patrick. He was a man, really a man. He wasn't saying that to sound bigger and more masculine than he was either, but simply as it was a fact.

If he repeated it enough to himself, maybe he could hold on to his reality.

Standing above him, Patrick was not in all that much better of a position, though the lion with a thick, full mane, which was almost black, had not had his sex changed. Patrick rumbled a growl, ears twitching, though he tried to stay as still as he could, huffing through an open mouth. He'd never had that sensation before, as if it was too much for him to simply close his mouth, his world drifting and floating hazily around him.

Yet the scent of his father, the lioness, below him made him grunt and try to twist away – and towards the lioness at the same time. It didn't make sense, not as enticing ecstasy and liquid heat poured through his veins, as if he was being filled up with something.

Dimly, Patrick remembered having something injected into him, but, after his transformation, it really had been the least of his worries. His tail hung heavily and he tried to swish it gently, if only to get something more of a feel for his body.

Yet it was difficult to do that, flexing his toes and feeling just how weighty he was, a lion in the prime of his life. The stability of the ground under him helped somewhat, feeling rooted and present in the moment, though there was only so much that could be done in that regard, when he kept sucking in greedy, rasping drags of breath, his tongue pink and glistening with saliva.

He couldn't do anything, however, not as his hind end was positioned over his father's head, brutally forced to stare at the lioness' sex, right there before his eyes. He couldn't even turn his head away for the heavy, metal collar and clanking chain was already at its limit, even slightly forcing his head down. The weight of it on his neck sent an ache through the sensitive nerve endings, his neck never required to support that much weight before.

Yet the videos Kate had shown them had been more than enough to get him to comply, shaking lightly in place while the scent tangling into his system worked away at him. As he inhaled, his mind flicked back to the video of the cockroach being crushed, the family gathered around, even some other lions who had been forced to mount and breed repeatedly.

His mother was still out there, even though she and his father were separated. He didn't want anything to happen to her.

Fear was a very effective way to incite obedience, it had to be said. He grunted, rocking his hips forward slowly, the light tuck of a sheath under his belly plumping out. Yet Patrick was no more able to stop the slick slide of his barbed cock any more than he could stop the rotation of the Earth. His shaft pushed out, the barbs offering him a weird, new sensation. It was like having little bumps all over his dick, though the pressure of even the air over them felt as if it was too much. It was all as if he was so over sensitive that he could cum at a moment's notice, nothing at all setting him off in the blink of an eye.

“Rrrrffff…" He chuffed lowly, averting his eyes, not wanting Kate to see him close them. “Nnnrrr…"

It was a strange sound, though he tried to talk, opening and closing his mouth, working his tongue within his muzzle. Nothing did Patrick any good and he tried to adjust his stance again, humiliation clawing its way into him as he stared down at the lioness' sex.

He couldn't see any moisture there, not on his father's pussy, but his tail lashed the air, claws pushing out. Even the slightest shift in his weight sent his balls swinging and juddering lightly under him: heavy and overfilled, begging to release their load.

Patrick growled, eyes flicking to Kate, though she was not his focus. No… He wanted the lioness under him, even if he was being forced to stare at her pussy rather than at her face. Not that instinct would have lined up with him mounting her face to face, but Patrick was not to know what the concoction Kate had injected him with was. Even then, it was only just taking effect, sending brindling waves of heat through him, his body wanting to shift and pace.

Yet all the lion needed to do was to breed, to cum, to fill a fertile female, over and over again. Then and only then, between pulses of ecstasy, would Patrick be, at least somewhat, satisfied.

His brother, Morgan, could not be considered a full brother anymore, the new lioness quivering as he tried to hunch down and make himself as small and as insignificant as possible. He'd not been introduced to his new sex in detail, not yet, but knowing it was there was more than bad enough for him, groaning and shuddering, his whole body shaking as if he had been struck ill.

Morgan had never been the most outspoken of boys – or as a man, once he had grown up some. He had his whole life ahead of him, only just having started university, but there was not going to be anything at all for him to take for his own while Kate dominated them. Controlling their every move, she loomed over the lioness for a moment, her foot casually brushing Morgan's tail.

“Oh, don't worry, my pretty," she cooed, though Morgan hunkered down even more with a pathetic growl. “I'll make plenty of time for you soon, don't you worry."

Kate, after all, was going to enjoy every last moment of their debasement, how she was going to break them all down, one by one, playing the role of her favourite species. Kate could almost imagine herself to be a proud, dominant lioness, the leading female who kept the others in line, when she was in her laboratory. Torturing her victims was one of few things in the world that brought her any kind of solace and was hardly something she was about to drop in a hurry. Even though it was risky…

It was all worth the risk to her, every sordid moment of it. She just needed that freedom to use and abuse, to take all she craved, satisfying her cravings.

Surely, there was a fine place in hell waiting for her. But Kate was set to have all the fun she wanted before she got there!

“Now, I'm sure you can all feel the effects of my special little serum kicking in," Kate said, the click of her low-heeled shoes tapping across the smooth floor. “You don't have to worry about anything, as long as you do what I say. All you have to do is obey. Isn't that nice? There'll be plenty of pleasure in it for you and you won't have to think about a single thing."

As the lions quivered, Kate drew herself up a little taller, grinning as she flicked the body of a syringe with her nail. The needle glistened in the overhead lighting, though it was not supposed to be a flattering light in there.

With the cameras set up and rolling, she could finally get on with the show. Of course, her little handheld camera was nearby too, just in case she wanted to take some close up shots also. They were always a hit when she uploaded her videos to the dark web, making money even as she sexually tortured her victims. It was only a shame that their minds breaking did not quite capture as well on camera as they did in person, though there were also more subtle nuances for her to play on.

Kate was already a master at her art.

“However, it seems that our pretty lioness here isn't responding quite as well to the serum as expected," she went on, bending down to the bound Kieran with no fear at all. “That's easily rectified, however."

Sliding the needle into the loose skin at the nape of his neck, as Kieran's head was already pulled up and forward from the floor, Kate injected the lioness easily. A smile lingered on her parted lips as she withdrew the needle, though consciously did not rub over the spot where it had slid into his body, all so the lion felt it for a little more time.

It was the little notes, just like that, which made her as good at her torture as she was. For those little things built and built until her subjects could not handle it anymore.

She might even keep the lions down in her special underground lab, after all, so she could torture and play with them more, if they were pleasing enough to her. Those that she grew bored with went back up into the sanctuary enclosures and exhibits. Why, she even had a catfish and an aquatic area being built, though that was going to cost her a good sum of money to see to it that the sharks were housed properly.

See? She was not unkind.

Only when deliberate.

Kieran let out a low moan, collapsing back to the ground as his body reverberated with heat. There was something wrong, something different, a dull ache resounding through his body. He wanted to twist and writhe, though his limbs already ached, tiredness lining every part of his body. Even the lightest of muscular contracts, where he was holding his limbs slightly up and over his body, back legs splayed, sent ripples of residual pain through him.

How could he possibly bear through more? He already felt like he was at his limit.

His hind legs tremored, the muscles of the inner thighs shaking lightly, his body striving to work through what was happening to it. It was an age-old animal instinct, that processing of trauma, yet a body could not process said trauma while it was still actively happening to them.

It simply wasn't possible, everyone there locked in the worst-case scenario. Kieran grunted, hardly even daring to move as heat crawled through him, even the pressure of the fur on his body feeling like it was much too much.

“Let's see you squirm, my feral beauty," Kate murmured, tracing her fingers over the lioness' sex. “You need to give in. It is time to give in. There's nothing more here for you."

She laughed aloud and Kieran moaned, the rolling, dragging sound pulling from his lips as if it did not belong there. How could he be a male still when those teasing, pressing fingers over his sex felt as good as they did? It was obscene, hardly even something he wanted to allow into his mind, tail flicking and pulling back and forth. It was far from a hypnotic sweep, however, not as he shuddered in place, hackles trying to raise.

Kate toyed with the lioness' sex, using the flats of her fingers to grind into the tender lips, though it was a tight tuck of a sex: not like that of other species where the folds were soft and full. Those were fun too, when she had certain species in her transformed care, but a lioness could almost hide their sex from view.

Yet Kieran would never again be able to hide who she had become.

“Give in," Kate advised, though there was really no other option presented at all there. “You are a lioness, not a man. You'd do better to give in to that, to remember the female you truly are."

She shook her head, unconscious shifting her bias. It was hard to think of anything else as heat pooled at her crotch, into those lightly tender edges of her pussy. The lioness squirmed and yowled, looking up at the male's balls, though there was really no reason for her mouth to be watering there as it was. Everything simply looked so juicy, so delicious, so wanton that she ached to suck on it, to let herself drift away and claw her way into a world filled with pleasure so intense she couldn't hold on to the sensation for very long.

Kieran did not realise she'd changed her pronouns there, or even that Morgan, not all that far away on the other side of the room, had too. The only one of them who had remained male was Patrick – and even he would never again be the same.

She was a lioness – and a man. But if Kieran wanted her family to stay safe, she'd have to lean into Kate's debauchery, even though the lioness had no idea at all, not yet, what Kate had in store for her.

Kate was just too good at the twists and turns of torture, catching her victims off-guard the moment they felt like they knew the score.

But her body curled and twisted, wanting to push back, though she didn't know what she was pushing back against. Kate's fingers helped somewhat, even if she didn't want to think about that as she was toyed with, those tantalising fingers sliding up the length of her sex and then back down. Very lightly, as Kieran squirmed and panted hotly, Kate's fingers pressed in. Just two, of course, enough to tease her, and just the tips too.

It was too much for the lioness, a yowl breaking her lips. Oh, there was something missing, something most definitely missing! She cried out, showing off the sharp teeth that she would never use against Kate, teeth glistening with a sheen of saliva. She wanted something, a heavy weight pushing over the top of her body, even straining towards her son's cock, though Kieran didn't know what she was doing or why she was doing it.

“Look how she begs for you," Kate laughed, directing her words towards Patrick, though they landed on everyone's ears. “She wants you…now. She wants you to fuck her, to breed her, to pump her full of little kittens."

Patrick moaned and shock his head, though his cock pumped with blood, a shimmer of tantalising pre-cum clinging to the tip. The lion shifted his weight back and forth but Kate spread the lion's pussy wide before him, showing off the wet heat of her sex.

“Unff…"

Patrick blinked, the lion swaying faintly as he rolled his hips forward, able to shift a little though not much. His head fogged over with lust, as if he was so caught up in the moment he was losing sense of his surroundings, one hip pushing up and then the other, adjusting his weight. Even his sheath seemed too tight around the base of his cock as he stared down at what he knew, logically, was his father's pussy, but…he still wanted it. He wanted her.

He huffed, breathing hotly through an open mouth while his brother watched and Kate toyed with Kieran's pussy, sliding her fingers deep and curling her fingers up inside. She seemed to be making the right moves with the lioness, judging by the grunts and yowls coming from her, and Patrick licked his chops wetly, a part of him already imagining what it would be like to cram his cock inside her.

Is this what she wants, this woman? Patrick thought, some dim, sordid part of his mind trying to justify the horror, even in that moment. Will she want me to really fuck my father? But what if this isn't really dad anymore, just a lioness? Or someone else entirely?

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Did that make it okay? He didn't know what to think, trying to shake his head, though he couldn't move forward enough to bring his head down to his paw and rub at his head. It wasn't a move, after all, that lions made all that often.

If he was going to justify anything, it would be following Kate's orders simply because he didn't want anything bad to happen to his father or his brother. Yet not even Patrick was sure if that was enough justification for what he yearned to do.

All he could imagine was hunching over a lioness, humping and grinding. He didn't even know exactly what movements of his back end he wanted to make – yet the instinct was there.

He could feel her under him, even if she was not really there, chuffing and panting hotly through a maw dripping with saliva. Patrick groaned, shifting his weight as if there really was a lioness, on her belly, under him: a female that he could mount and impregnate as lions were supposed to do.

No… Kieran thought dimly, his cock throbbing and drooling a string of pre-cum. This… This can't be happening.

He shuddered, letting out a long, low groan that did not honestly sound at all lie it should have come from the maw of a lion. His cock throbbed again and that string of pre-cum broke, splattering down across the neck and muzzle of the lioness under him – the real lioness. Patrick craned his neck to look back at her, huffing hotly as his maw hung open.

He had to resist, he knew that, though it was simply impossible to do so as the lioness' scent flooded his nostrils and he just kept on raking in desperate breath after breath, drunk on her scent. Patrick groaned, eyelids fluttering, as if he was not really present in the moment, instinct taking over. He'd never been so warm before, not all over like that, as if something was aching through him, desperate to make itself known. The lion even gained more control over his tail as he stopped thinking so much and lion muscle memory took over, sweeping it back and forth in an anxious flick and twist.

Morgan whimpered, lifting her head. If her father was a lioness, then so was she. She gulped hard and tried not to drool, though the lioness was chained up loosely enough that she could turn to lap at her own sex, even though it did not at all feel like a natural position to her. Morgan grunted as her rough tongue played around her slit, though the dribble of moisture rising from her sex did not seem natural there. Nothing in her mind, the lion memories that had been infused with her, during her transformation, spoke of that, for a lion's tongue was so coarse that it was designed to strip flesh from bone. If being used on far more sensitive parts, it was necessary to employ a gentler, more discerning touch.

But she followed what she needed anyway, her back coiling and twisting to get around to her pussy, desperate for some manner of relief. She knew her brother and father were there, watching her – but what else was she meant to do? The world did not seem to be hers anymore and she was no longer the part of it that she had once been, everything confusing, anxiety brindling in the pit of her stomach.

“Ah, look at dear Morgan over there, she knows what it's all about," Kate said, drawing her attention as Morgan flinched and half turned away, to the limit, once again, of the chain. “She's ready to be bred… And your time will come, my sweet. You should listen to your daughter, Kieran. A lioness like you is ripe and fertile. What other use could your body have in this world other than to carry the next generation?"

Kieran grunted and tried to pull away, though even a light flick and kick of her legs did no more than rattle the chains. There was plenty of sound in the laboratory by that time, in stark contrast to how it had been when Kate had only just been getting started, having bound and injected them. The serum coursed through her system, her eyes ever so slightly dilated and mouth hanging open in a lewd, lustful gape.

That was, perhaps, why it took Kieran a moment to even react as Kate shoved Patrick's head down, the lion's tongue flicking out, perhaps from an automatic, instinctive reaction alone, to swipe over her sex.

“Arrrrooooffff!"

The grunt broke her lips, eyes wide, hips juddering. Yet Kieran didn't even know what she was supposed to be doing as the lion's tongue curled into her sex, giving over to something neither of them understood. Kieran's whole body jolted again, huffing and grunting, though she barely even seemed able to make sounds she was used to with the extreme ache of pleasure rolling through her.

It was good…and it was wrong too, so very wrong she didn't even know how to put a name to it. The lioness snarled, trying to ward him off, yet how was that even something within the realm of possibility was beyond her. She needed him, ached for him, her body singing a song to her that it was right, so very right. Only that she needed the throbbing spire of his prick driving into her sex, plunging deep, for things to be just the way she wanted them.

Kieran groaned and quivered, unable to do anything other than to allow the moment to roll through her, staying still, her body relaxing back against the floor. Above her, dimly, she was aware of her son's cock and balls jiggling and thrusting, his hips rolling forward as if Patrick too was imagining thrusting into her.

Maybe this is all we have to do, she thought, her body tightening, muscles that Kieran had never even had before contracting in a way that sent a tremor through her body. Maybe this is everything now. Maybe there isn't actually any hope.

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Maybe this is all I can do for them.

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It was not a manner of thinking in the slightest that Kieran wanted to embrace, yet the lioness simply didn't now what else to do, not as her head spun, pressure pounding upon her temples. Her tail swept across the floor and yet she was barely even aware of it, her eyes straining wide again, fixed on the hypnotic sway of his nuts. There was nothing rhythmic at all about the erratic jolt and judder there, though it caught her, for some reason, panting heavily and rasping for all the breath she could drag into her lungs. Yet she yearned for that cock, salivating for it even as she strained up from the floor, trying to get it in her mouth. Of course, her son was too high up, standing over her, for that – and he had other things in mind to do with his dick too.

“There now…" Kate crooned, though there was no softness in her voice, not in the slightest. “Isn't that better? Give in to your urges, girls. There's a long, long life ahead of you. My little serums, after all, can do far more than simply send your bodies into raging heats. They can extend your lifespan too, so we have even more time to play together."

Kate smirked, her brow furrowing minutely down between her eyebrows as, for a flash of a moment, her expression darkened.

“Won't that be fun?"

Kieran felt obliged to nod, wanting to appease her, though the lioness didn't honestly know how much of that came across in the moment. It was hard to do anything with rippling contractions running through her body, trying to buck her hips up and grind back, both at the same time. Contrasting actions like that simply could not be performed as her body and mind snapped at her that she had to do, but Kieran lay there, caught in pleasure and a fantasy that had never even entered the deepest, darkest reaches of her mind.

Not before Kate had come into the picture, that was. Her son's tongue rasped over her sex, even dipping between the edges of her slit, and her body trembled for him. Even with her legs up like that, Kieran could never have brought herself to kick or claw at Patrick, to find some way, any way, to ward him off.

She would have hurt him. She longed for him.

Maybe she was just a lioness slut, there and ready to be bred, a toy with which Kate could do as she willed, over and over again.

Kieran moaned, panting heavily, her flanks shuddering with every breath. The pads of her paws grew damp with sweat as she released excess heat from her body, though lions did not sweat like people, only from certain sweat glands in their body. An urge in her told her to find somewhere cool, to sink into water, to find a way to reduce her body temperature, yet she was forced to remain there, perfectly positioned. All as the strain from the bondage ached through her, calling attention to muscles that should never possessed such dominance in her mind.

“Give in…and I'll let him mount you."

Kate carefully kept her fingers out of the way of the lion's tongue, though she was not afraid at all of his sharp fangs. If Patrick tried to bite her, there was a failsafe built into another of her serums, which he had of course been injected with. That one would stop him causing harm to another being – which restricted her somewhat if she ever wanted the lions to protect her, but was a payoff she was more than willing to take. It meant she could even dip her hand into the lion's mouth and swirl her fingers taunting around his tongue, even his teeth too, and nothing at all would happen.

It was a luxury Kate made use of, a rise of power in her bringing a smile to her lips. As much as it may have been a genuine smile, it was still a dark one, a smile that spoke of all the victims she had tortured in the past – and everyone she still had in mind to make her victims in the future.

She had plenty of time, after all, just as she had said to the lions.

She bored slightly of making the lion eat out her pussy, however, and dragged him away, casually twisting her fingers into his mane and yanking. Patrick growled, though willingly went with her, a tense, twitching anxiety layering the lion's body.

“Oh, you could have been a threat," Kate whispered to him, trailing her fingers up under his chin and forcing the lion to look up at her. “You could have been fearsome. Maybe you could have been transformed and lived a life as a lion, out in the savannah. That would have been a different existence for you. Perhaps I could even have studied you out there, documenting information for my project on how the lives of the transformed warp with their minds."

She paused, pushing the lion away.

“Yet that wouldn't have been entertaining for me, no. You could have escaped. You're much better placed here, my sweet little pets, forever my toys to breed and abuse."

Patrick shuddered, yet he barely even followed along with Kate's words, swaying his hips as the chain suddenly loosened. The chain to his collar had been holding his head over his father's pussy, forcing him to stare down at her soaked, dripping sex, but he was permitted to move around her, turning around so he looked up the length of her body instead.

Kate pushed him aside when he was in the way, though the lion brindled at that, his lips wanting to peel back form his lips in a snarl. That wasn't right, no – didn't she know he needed to breed? The thick spire of his cock hung below him, his sheath so tight right around the base of his cock that it was a wonder it did not draw more of his attention. Yet Patrick waited, obeying his owner, even as his mind overflowed with pheromones, the serum working away at him on a deeper, more instinctive level.

He had to fuck, he had to breed. He rasped out a moan, shifting his weight, digging his claws into the ground, though not even the scrape put him off what he yearned for.

It could not be stopped, only the will of Kate, the human preventing him from carrying out his will, holding him in place. If he was to keep his family safe, he had to make sure she was satisfied, he had to make sure she was pleased. There was simply nothing else for it, nothing else he was able to do, his flanks rippling with need as a held breath gasped from his lungs.

Kieran whined, sounding more like a dog than a lioness in that moment, though it was fleeing. Being a human in a lion's body meant she had more access to sounds that a lion should not have made, for she was not trying to communicate in their language. All she did was try to make herself heard, some natural sounds, like chuffs and groans, breaking her lips without thinking of it.

Kate, however, seemed to want to do more before what Kieran feared, collecting a fat, pink dildo that had a translucent skin, lightly textured with veins. Kieran trembled from it, though it was hard for her to care in the slightest as Kate shoved it inside her, not even waiting to see if the lioness was ready for it.

That would have taken too much time.

Kieran yowled as her body quivered, aching, squeezing around the toy as if she thought she could get something more from it. As she reacted, red hot humiliation swamped her, dragging her under the flood waters, knowing her sons were there watching her. If they hadn't been her sons, even transformed, maybe Kieran would have been able to sink into the moment even more, though her options were limited as the strain to maintain her “father figure" rang through her.

She tried to appear as if she was unaffected, yet it was tricky, her passage clenching roughly around the dildo. It was nowhere as good as what her mind craved, the lust of feeling a real cock driving up inside her to breed her, but it was something. And that something was all Kieran had to lean into in that moment, hoping against hope Kate would see that to be enough, that she wouldn't make them go all the way.

“Mmph…"

She clenched her jaw, eyes flicking up to Kate and back down to her sex. It was such a strange feeling, looking down the length of her body between her splayed hind legs, as if the body being penetrated did not truly belong to her. She groaned, dipping her nose as if she was going to lower her head all the way forward to her chest, her sex pulling and tugging around the toy as it was worked deep.

Then it vibrated, sending another wave of pleasure through her. The lioness twisted and yowled, though it was not enough to push her over the edge, not as pleasure rose and rose, tangling inside as if it was going to blister right over the edge to a burning, flaring crescendo.

But Kate knew how to edge her victims, all for her own pleasure. She slowed down the thrusts, pushing the head of the dildo all the way up inside her, not finding a barrier yet, but let the vibrations do most of the work for her, smiling faintly.

“Oh, you think you're so tough and brave," she mocked. “Everyone does. Everyone thinks they'll be the one to best me, that they'll be able to overcome me, one way or the other. Not a single soul has been able to do so yet, no. And you are by no means going to be the first."

Kieran grunted, trembling. What was all that even supposed to mean? Was it just all a part of Kate's mind games? It was hard to say, for the videos they'd been shown immediately after their transformation had certainly been to blackmail them, to coerce them into behaving. So, why was Kate acting like they were going to fight back against her? Did she want that?

The lioness moaned, her jaws gaping. She didn't know and she couldn't know, though it didn't matter anyway. She was nothing more than a toy to Kate, useful until she no longer served a purpose to her.

Kieran's pussy tightened around the toy and she tried to grind her hips forward as her eyes landed on her son. Patrick rumbled, slack-jawed, his pupils dilated, a glassy sheen to his eyes. Even if she had not known the lion was her son, she would have been afraid of him, that staring, hungry expression, as if there was only a slender thread keeping him back.

She knew what would happen the moment Patrick was released, even if it was only a verbal command keeping him away. Kate snapped her fingers, pointing at her pussy, and the lion dipped his head obediently, as if it was something he'd been doing his whole life.

“Mmm… Lap nicely, darling, get your breeding partner ready for that big cock of yours."

Kate spoke as if she was performing and Kieran gulped had, her entire body tremoring with pleasure, if not ecstasy. For she was never quite allowed to reach that high and peak of climax, never allowed to go quite over the edge, brought to the edge and then drawn back, the vibrator moving more slowly inside her. Kate controlled it, though she was never fully on camera, hiding her identity.

After all, she wouldn't have wanted to show her face on her videos, not with where she sold and showed them. They were what powered the sanctuary, some of the creatures there real animals, while the majority were transformed humans. Of course, Kate kept the transformed and the real creatures apart, for that was not the purpose of her abusing them. The true sanctuary creatures, as ever, received the best of acre from her staff.

Kate was careful – and would never have got as far as she had without taking extreme caution. It was why she changed her appearance so much, sometimes moving through the exterior, public facing part of the sanctuary, though she left much of that to her manager. There was little for her to concern herself with there and all the money in the world for her to enjoy her very special toys.

She didn't want the lioness to go over the edge until her son's cock was buried inside her, the barbs pulling and catching in her pussy, stimulating ovulation. That was something she would remind the lioness of later, of course, just to ensure Kieran was fully aware of how she was being bred, that there was no way the transformed man was getting out of there without a litter of lion cubs.

And she wasn't getting out, not ever, of course. But it was fun to toy back and forth with them, to give them that meagre sliver of hope only to rip it away again, as if it had never been offered in the first place. Sometimes, she led them to believe they were out and free – to turn the tables on her victims all over again.

Patrick growled, lapping over her pussy, his tongue running around the toy, uncaring of her pleasure. He just wanted her pussy, digging his tongue into her to the meagre extent he could, hissing through his teeth while his tail lashed. Frustration laced every line of his body and there was only so much he could do while need ran rampant.

It was telling that he stayed put, that he did not round on Kate or even try to rip the dildo from his father's pussy just to get his cock inside. He knew what the repercussions would be if he fell prey to that, if he pushed too far, if he broke Kate's rules. He was her toy and he would get what he craved, if only he listened to her.

Still, he rumbled a low, desperate growl, shuddering as Kate's fingers brushed his shoulders, as if she was trying to feel the tension in his body more intimately. It was all guesswork with her, trying to understand just what Kate had planned, what she had in mind for him, though he could not hope to stay one step ahead of such a twisted woman.

His father panted and heaved, meeting his eyes with a desperate sheen. Oh, he didn't want to do it, not when he knew it was his father down there, but lust dictated so much more, the subtle rock and grind of his hips driving him on. The lion's dick ached like that of a virgin, of a being so driven by arousal and instinct that to turn away from it would have been an act against nature itself.

Patrick chuffed as his father arched, brought to the very brink of orgasm all over again and then not allowed to reach that high. Kate was surprisingly good at edging her victims, Patrick noted dimly, though could only hope she would not take such liberties with him.

His lust demanded more, the passionate grind of his cock into a breeding female, over and over again. All with no end in sight, even if he, most likely, had no choice in the matter.

“Now… There's just one more thing to set up."

Kate smirked, setting up two screens with feeds from the camera pointed directly at Kieran's sex: one for Kieran to watch and one for Morgan. The lioness at the side of the room fixed her eyes on it at a subtle word and nod from Kate, though the woman did not pause there for too long to enjoy her quiet obedience. The feisty ones were typically far more entertaining to her, though there was only so far she would allow pushback.

As soon as it interfered with what she wanted to do, well…that would have to be stopped.

“Now, Morgan… You're going to get a lovely view," Kate told her, collecting the other lioness. “But you don't want to miss out on this. Come here."

The lioness quivered and dragged her feet as she allowed herself to be led, though it was quite clear in the lines of her body that she wanted to be anywhere other than where she was. Kate easily positioned her over Kieran's body, taking up the place where Patrick had been standing not all that long before, the dildo shoved deep into Kieran's pussy.

Patrick shuddered, caught off guard by how he was suddenly faced by his brother's pussy instead. That wasn't something he'd expected and when Kate snapped her fingers and pointed at her sex, he wasn't in any position to resist.

With a savage growl, he lunged for his brother's pussy, lapping at her sex with raw abandon. He followed Kate's demands, of course, but it was mostly the overpowering ache and throb of his own cock that dictated his moves. Of course, he had to fuck her, one of them – oh, he didn't really care!

He drooled, saliva hanging from his maw as he lapped like a beast out of his mind, drinking in the aphrodisiac of her pussy, slurping at it like there was nothing at all left for him in the world. Patrick moaned, not with his senses in the slightest, his tongue digging roughly into Morgan's pussy.

His father stared up at him, blinking, not quite knowing what was happening. She'd thought she was getting fucked and then…it was Morgan? That was more of a mind fuck than it should have been, all with Kate turning the tables on them at the last moment, swapping them so Kieran would be left horny and denied.

She's conniving, Kieran thought, though it was not really even for the better or worse there. Is that…better?

_ _

Yet it was wrong for her to glance up at Morgan getting eaten out so ravenously, the screen still showing her the view of her own pussy. Morgan's screen, of course, resided before her, so she got a good view of her father's stuffed sex too, her mind addled with lust, lost in a moment that was never one of her choosing.

“Mmmrrrrr…"

Morgan groaned, arching her back as Patrick ate her out. She told herself that it was okay, because she was in a different body, that everything was fine, that no one would ever know of her humiliation. It simply felt too good for her to offer even a modicum of resistance, not even trying to pretend she wasn't turned on massively by everything that was going on.

Kate laughed above her, but the lioness' twitching ears didn't catch what she'd said. All she wanted was for her brother to mount her, even leaning forward a bit and lapping at the screen view of her father's pussy. In her state of mind, it looked like a real pussy, like she could no longer differentiate between what lay on the screen and what was actually reality.

Kate laughed and shook her head.

“What a pathetic cat you are," Kate murmured. “I'd best let you have what your body wants then, hm? Or else maybe you'll be humping your father like you're partners of the opposite sex. There can be no breeding between females, though there's debauchery for me to make use of."

Morgan blinked and huffed but there was something wrong there. Her mind just couldn't comprehend human words, not at that time, grunting thickly in the back of her mouth as she huffed and rolled her hips back.

The next thing the lioness knew was that there was a weight on her back, a lion's paws gripping her, dragging her back even though her chained collar was latched into the wall. Not that Morgan was going anywhere, no, not as a hot, jabbing prick pushed around her sex, thrusting wildly.

She yowled, trying to let her legs buckle, to do exactly what instinct demanded of her, though she didn't know what to do, where else to go. She could only rest there as the weight of the lion pushed down over her back, bearing into her lumbar, her tail lifting and pushing off.

Fortunately for Morgan, instinct took over as her brother pushed into her, though the lioness didn't even see him as her brother, not then. He was just a breeding lion, someone who was there to please her, driving his prick into her cunny with short, commanding thrusts. The barbs on his cock were a very new sensation, though not one she was anticipating or expecting, not as they dug viciously into her pussy and yanked back.

She was yowled, huffing and panting, her head powering, though her position meant she was looking down at her father's sex. If she looked up, the screen was in front of her – and she couldn't turn her head in any other direction, forever trapped watching her father's debasement, how she was quivering under her splayed legs, wanting what she had. Morgan's eyelids fluttered and her tongue flicked out, though the lioness did not go as far as to lap over her father's pussy.

No… No, her mind was not in the right place for that, not with all the pheromones in the air, the hormones in her body that the lioness didn't even now had been kicked into overdrive. Morgan couldn't even think of what was going on, the consequences of her actions – or even the consequences of what may have happened if she wasn't submissive to Kate.

It was all pleasure. Every buck back of her hips came purely on instinct and she needed no more than that. The barbs bit her pussy viciously, though a lion's mating was never supposed to be pleasurable for them. It was Kate's serums that changed that for them, wanting to break her human victims into tortured, babbling toys she could play with as she willed, if she willed. Sometimes, after all, she grew bored of them too.

Kieran growled as she stared up at her son's pussy, how Patrick's cock drove into Morgan repeatedly. The lion was not practised in the art of mating as a lion, not by any means, though he didn't need to be. Kieran wanted to say her heart fell at the sight, though that would have been a lie, as her stomach leapt and juddered.

All she longed for was to be in her son's place, to be taking that huge length of lion meat deep up into her pussy. The barbs looked vicious, the spines clearly sharp enough to cause pain, but it wasn't something Kieran was consciously thinking of, not in relation to her own body.

Morgan yowled and Kieran hopeless moaned, droplets of the lions' shared arousal splattering her muzzle. They barely lingered there a moment before she lapped them off, desperate to glean some pleasure, any pleasure, while her body ached on the edge of orgasm.

Kieran rocked and groaned, trying to pump her hips up, yet nothing she did got the dildo any deeper into her than before. She just wanted more, ached for more, yet was left out of what her body desired oh so very much, heat coursing through her with every beat of her heart.

Morgan blinked, coming back to herself a little more, her mind and body in conflict with one another. Oh, her body ached for it, though there was only so much she could do – and that was very little, in fact. Lacking control over her mind and her body, she trembled there, looking down at her father, her eyes wide and pleading.

She knew what would happen if she didn't obey…but that would never mean she wanted her brother's cock inside her. Cold seeped into the pit of her stomach as she arched her back, although that only meant she ground back on to Patrick's cock.

Please… She thought. Please…help me. I don't want cubs! I don't want him on me!

_ _

Her body, however, begged to differ as Patrick got a better grip on her and slammed in roughly, crudely, those barbs dragging her attention viciously down to his cock, right up to the point that their bodies joined. He hissed out viciously, though Patrick could have been trying to snarl, and Morgan looked down, her eyes managing to catch her father's.

Yet what could her father even do about it? Her stomach twisted and churned, even as lines of ecstasy pulled at the back of her mind, tempting her to orgasm. There was nothing that could be done, no one who could help them. Even if they managed to write a message, no one would ever believe it had come from them, of course, for they would be nothing more than animals in the eyes of the world.

Even if Morgan was not yet aware of it, their rights too had even been stripped from them, all as if they had never been in the first place.

All that remained was the savage grind and thrust of Patrick's cock powering into her. Morgan trembled, the heat in her body begging her to give in, to forget her humanity, to let all that side of herself go. And yet, even in a small way, she could not, holding on to those last dregs of her humanity, grunting as her head hung, eyelids fluttering.

She moaned, blinking rapidly, though there were no true tears to be spilt, not at all. Her tail flicked, though it felt like it was drooping, or, at least, trying to. It was hard to tell when Patrick was pushing so heavily over her back, putting too much of his weight on her. The mere presence of his body forced her tail out of the way, demanding she give up her sex to the rampant spire of his cock.

The only male lion there heaved and snarled as he pounded the firm, fertile female under him. There was no humanity left in Patrick's mind, not at that time, his eyes wide and glassy, not seeing, only being. The lion's snarl twisted into a roar as his flanks shuddered, grunting thickly and powering on.

For, even as a transformed lion, Patrick was never meant to last forever, hamming in with short, sharp thrusts. He didn't even consider the barbs on his cock, how they caught and jabbed the lioness' pussy, the notion not even present in his mind. All he knew was instinct, how heat seared through him, his skin prickling, the heavy swipe of his tail lashing.

And nothing else mattered.

Not as he bit into the back of her neck, not knowing at all what he was doing as he snatched up the loose skin at the back of her neck in his teeth. He was fortunate only in that he did not bite down all that hard, huffing hotly, his tongue rasping over her fur. It was raspy enough to drag over her fur and pull her skin along with the path of it, even if her skin was not tugged all that far. The lioness under him quivered and yowled, her hips juddering against him, though Patrick did not see that as a bad thing.

He couldn't see anything as a negative thing as his heavy nuts swung back and forth with every thrust of his cock, driving into her with short, sharp, claiming strokes. He kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside her, pulling back only maybe two or three inches at a time, all so he could relish in the tight grasp her cunt had on his ok. Hunching over her, he bit harder, tasting a glisten of blood on his tongue, no doubt at all in Patrick's mind that the lioness around him was getting everything she needed from the experience.

Patrick, of course, did not see her eyes begging, the plaintive sheen in them. He didn't catch how her mind was not in line with her body, how things didn't match up with her, twisting and snatching her up in a kind of confusion that was never meant to be. The serum had worked too well on him, rendering him nothing but an animal, releasing her neck only to rasp and pant over it, hot breath raking from his maw over his tongue and between the sharp lines of his teeth.

The lion saw nothing else as his hind end hunched around, ramming in with raw abandon. Finally, it hit him, that rush of liquid ecstasy flowing from his cock, spurt after spurt leaving him in ardent bliss. It was bliss too, of course, even if it was all for the act of breeding, his cock so very sensitive, aching deeply, as if the pressure of it arced all the way back up into his groin, deeper still than he could see.

“Mmph…"

Patrick hunched, blinking slowly as he slouched over the lioness, huffing through his parted jaws. The lion didn't think of anything else, not even how he needed to breathe evenly and slowly, to regulate his body all over again, for that didn't matter to him. His cock stayed buried deep in her wet heat, her pussy clenching and twitching around him, though any movements of the lioness' body were erratic, as if they were not truly a part of her.

Morgan whimpered, her head hanging. She hadn't got off and Morgan wasn't even all that sure she would have wanted to, as much as her body ached for it. As if she was being stabbed all over with a thousand needles, she whined and shook her head, even her neck aching like she had been holding one position for too long.

Patrick dismounted as a splurge of cum splattered on to his father's face and the lion blinked for a few moments, peering down at Kieran. He tried not to react, though his tongue lashed out, scooping cum into his mouth

Father – Kieran

Son (male) – Patrick

Son (female) – Morgan

The father is bound and positioned on her back so she is positioned directly below the other female's crotch, giving her a direct view of her son's sex who is forced to stand above her. She is made to watch as Kate entices the male to lick then mount the other female.

At the same time Kate plays with the father's sex, edging her over and over as she is forced to watch the breeding right in front of her face. The serum ensures each session is prolonged before the male climaxes. Juices drip onto her face. To the father's grief the other female keeps looking down at her, as if pleading for help.

This goes on for hours, with Kate timing her edgings to bring maximum humiliation and shame to the father as he watches.

Finally Kate forces the father to stare at her now-daughters wet gaping sex, before forcing the crotch down so that she can lick it, coaching her to force her daughter to cum, filling her mouth with the juices. Still on her back, she gags and gurgles the mixture.

Kieran moaned, her head rolling back. She couldn't take it any more, no more, no more… Her head spun and she blinked, trying to clear the fogginess from her vision. All the lioness knew was the aching burn of true desire searing through her, aching up from deep in her loins, the dildo stuffed inside her, the little vibrator that Kate had been using on the outside of her pussy set aside. Even without that additional stimulation, the vibrating toy rammed inside her cunt still pulsing through a gentle, teasing cycle, she burned to orgasm, dazed with lust.

Maybe someone, as a human, who was into that sort of thing, would have liked it. Not Kieran, however, for that was not her thing, not even his thing – back when she'd been a man. She was about pleasure, closeness and intimacy; it was Kate who had stripped everything from her and turned her life upside-down as she never could have expected.

Kieran peered down through her spread hind legs. Man or lioness? Which was she? Could she even choose? Her thoughts pulled hazily through her head, though she couldn't cling on to a single one of them as they drew through sludge, escaping her hold at every turn. Maybe the lioness was not even supposed to think anymore. It wasn't something, not like that, that lions did.

Patrick paced, a blurry figure that slowly came into focus between her legs. The lion shook his head, growling and clawing at his face, though he didn't make contact with his claws, clearly holding back from that point of self-injury. Kieran took a breath, trying to offer her son a comforting growl, though all that came from her was a strangled sort of sound, something that was not a growl at all.

Kate stood back, her handheld camera poised, for she evidently knew exactly what was to come next as Patrick advanced. The lion's eyes had darkened again and, that time, there was no Morgan with her rump raised in his direction to distract him and claim his attention in breeding fervour. Morgan, however, was not allowed to go far, not even as she was removed from standing over her father's body, the lioness' head hanging.

Patrick's cum dripped from her pussy, her sex lewdly stretched and gaping. Her pussy couldn't tighten up again, not after having been bred like that, fucked so rampantly. It was not as if her brother, after all, had been at all in his right mind enough to slow down or stop, allowing her lust to come through.

And…Morgan had been lustful too, even as her pussy burned in the aftermath of sex, her eyelids fluttering as she panted. Licking her lips, she watched as her father whined and spread her legs wider, for she was most clearly a lioness, not a male, not a man.

Her human life seemed so far away, the courses she was going to study, the direction in which she was going to take her life. There was only the life with Kate ahead, Patrick fucking her as he pleased.

The lion growled and lowered his head, eyes shining with remorse. Yet Morgan wasn't sure if that was only what she wanted to see from him, what she wanted to feel. How did she even know if Patrick was sorry he'd fucked her like that?

She couldn't know, resentment brindling and roiling in the pit of her stomach.

Kieran groaned, her heavy tail sweeping back and forth across the floor, though her son's eyes were already growing duller and hazier.

Patrick, she thought. Patrick, please… Please, don't do it. I know you don't want to do this. I know you're better than this, you're better than me.

_ _

Kate's fingers slid over the lioness' dripping sex and Kieran yowled, trying to arch and rock up into her touch. Even then, Kate was intoxicating, every touch making her body ache, electric energy coursing through the intricate network of her nervous system.

Kieran tried to hold back as Kate traced the outline of her sex with the tip of a vibrator. That one was slimmer than the dildo, though her sex being left bare and empty – she didn't even know the toy had been removed, too caught up in lust – left her exposed to Kate's cruelty.

Yet Kieran was not even all that sure it could be classed as cruelty as she twisted and squirmed. Her son's eyes hazed over, bright and yet muted at the same time, and she moaned aloud, licking her lips. There was even too much saliva in her mouth, as if the lioness was simply drooling at the notion of being bred, as if it was the only thing she wanted in the whole world.

“Give in, lioness," Kate crooned, her voice dropping another octave, though Kieran could not even bear looking at her. “It's easier like this. Let your daughter watch you, see her father being debased, being broken. You're not even her father anymore, not really."

Kieran grunted and swallowed hard, her throat working as she tried to hide just how that had effected her. There was not much to be done and, still, she hoped and prayed for something, some act of redemption.

The slimmer vibrator, however, was more powerful than what had been used on her so far and Kieran groaned, long and low, letting her jaws hang open. She didn't even know what giving in actually meant. Did Kate want her to do something special? Would that save her family? Ah, but she'd already accepted her fate, that she was stuck there forever: so, how on earth did that even play into her trying to make their fates less horrific than what they were?

Kieran's mind worked overtime, jumping from one notion to another. She could give in entirely, beg and moan for her son's cock – would that please Kate? If she held back and appeared bland and broken, not entertaining at all, would that bore Kate? Maybe Kate would only want victims who were giving her something, though she could give Kate nothing at all, if only to see what would happen.

Yet Kieran did not know, not in the slightest, what risk she'd be taking if she tried anything at all. It was all simply so very difficult to think with the vibrator tracing the outline of her sex, pressing in and up against a sensitive spot, what she anticipated was her G-spot. But she didn't have that intimate knowledge of a female body, not in the sense she was getting right then and there. All she knew, well… Kieran knew it felt good.

Did anything else have to be true? Mentally, through a slog of slow, churning thoughts, Kieran toyed with the notion of letting pleasure overwhelm her. Of course, that was what had happened to Morgan too, so would it be all that bad if she gave in?

It was the kind of situation where there was no right answer and yet a wrong answer could render them obsolete, tortured, dead… She'd already seen exactly what lengths Kate was willing to go to, from the videos.

She twisted and moaned, eyes watering faintly with the strain on her body, even if lions could not cry. Any moisture in her eyes, however, was merely her body trying to drain dust from her eyes, any irritants that were in place, one way or the other. She was not human and, even then, a part of Kieran accepted she would never, ever be human, not ever again.

That didn't mean that she couldn't play the part. If she could somehow communicate to her sons that they could be plain and boring and not draw her attention at all, perhaps Kieran could take all of that attention for herself. Perhaps it would save her sons, even if there was a wicked part of her, a part of her that truly and deeply needed the burning ache of need to be satisfied, that wanted to be fucked too.

She gave in, telling herself it was her decision, even if that had never been the case, not at all. She whined and twisted, squirming in her bondage. The pull of it on her hind legs was greater than she could have imagined, hissing through her teeth, though she didn't want that. No! Kate's fingers, two of them, pulled through her pussy, her fingers dragging and scraping over her G-spot.

“Mmrrrroooowwww…"

She growled, her throat rumbling with a sound that should never have passed her lips. No, she didn't want to be there, she didn't' want to be there at all, but she had to be there. Against her will.

At least, that was what Kieran told herself as she groaned and desperately tried to push her hips up into Kate's touch, just to get those two digits even more deeply up into her pussy than before. It wasn't enough and could never be enough, not as she howled her pleasure, eyelids fluttering, still not allowed to breach that high of orgasm.

“Little feline," Kate said with a snide hint of laughter dancing in her tone. “You don't need to be here. Go elsewhere. Imagine how good it's all going to feel when your stud of a son is fucking you. His cock is going to push into you so deeply… Look, here he comes now."

There he was, between her legs, his head hanging. His eyes had that glassy sheen again, not a hint of human intelligence remaining in his eyes. There was dullness there – though the bland expression on his face only related to how he was leaving his human side behind. She wasn't all that sure she didn't feel it too, aching through her body, that overpowering need to breed.

Did animals feel like that all the time? Kieran wondered and shook her head, the ache in her neck not something that could so easily be set aside, even though there were much bigger things there to concern herself with. She wanted to fuck, the push of energy through her body rendering her nothing more than a breeding beast, a creature forced onward by the lust of furthering her bloodline. She was something, that was sure, but Kieran would never honestly know quite what she was, not when Kate controlled every last tiny aspect of her life.

“I could let him mount you now, darling," Kate said with a grunt, as if even she was struggling to hold back in the moment. “Or perhaps I should make him wait. I'm the only thing left that will control him. I can edge you then…for hours. He can breed Morgan again, though I'm sure there's already cubs seeded in her. It doesn't take much, not with my special serums."

Kate smirked, drawing out the moment longer and longer. Oh, she could have put them out of their misery in a moment but that wasn't what entertained her so. No… She wanted to see them break, enjoying the delicious conflict of emotions on Kieran's face. The lioness bound on her back was by far her focus, even though Morgan's debasement had been something of a tasty first course too.

Kieran moaned and tried to hunch, muscles pulling taut as she attempted to round her shoulders. And yet Kate was right there to lock her down tightly, a heavy, metal collar sliding around her neck.

“While you are mine," she said quietly, in the kind of tone where she did not need to raise her voice to be heard, “you will always wear this. And, never again, will you be without this reminder of your ownership."

Kate took a breath, a twitch on her lips. Yet not even she could tell quite why that twitch resided there, what meaning it held.

“You belong to me, always."

Kieran whined, though the lioness drooled, not in her right mind at all. Sex, yes… That was all she needed, to get the lion's dick inside her, ploughing her deep. The need to breed was simply too great for her to even consider holding back from, muscles tightening and releasing as she fought her bondage with the true savagery of a wild beast. And yet Kieran was not even trying to get away, not then, not when she ached to be fucked, to be bred, her eyes fixed on his aching, dripping prick.

Even then, from a small distance, she watched his cock drip more pre-cum, as if he had an endless supply of it. Maybe, if he was not allowed to fuck her, Patrick would keep dripping forever, an ever-increasing amount of seed slopping from him, even if it would not be used in any way.

Yet that was not what Kieran wanted, not as her hind legs quivered, tremoring where they were forced apart. The lioness would not have even been able to close her legs, however, if she'd tried, if she'd even had that capability within her reach. She just needed to follow that luscious lure of instinct, to hunker down and to allow him to breed her, panting heavily, her pink tongue lolling from her lips.

“Okay…" Kate breathed, pausing for a moment with her fingers pressed into the edge of Kieran's pussy. “You need nothing more from me…but that doesn't mean I won't give it to you anyway. Let us see just how the stud lion breeds you."

Backing away with her handheld camera levelled and ready, she took a breath and steadied herself. Oh, Kate adored how even her own heart pounded, how she wanted to see everything, to be there and present in the moment like she'd never been before. She let the tiniest, breathiest moan slip from her lips, shifting her weight from one hip to the other, yet the moment was not for her to take, only to observe. To be involved was something she controlled very closely and carefully.

Yet Kieran was treated to the sight of her son standing there, on Kate's command, his massive head lowering between her legs as his raspy, thick tongue swept and pulled over her pussy. She yowled and tried to thrust up against him, though not even Kieran understood how instinct was drawing her in that moment.

The lioness was nothing more than a creature of need and desire, her tail flicking back and forth, though Kate suspected her energy was flagging even then. She zoomed in on the lion's tongue lapping over her pussy, how the pressure of his tongue alone dragged over her flesh, tugging at the edges of her slit. He did not quite dip inside, losing himself, control fading in the light of his eyes.

He's not thinking straight anymore… Kieran thought, though it was a struggle for her even to pull a thought like that up through the sludge of her lustful thoughts. No… He's going to… He's going to fuck me.

_ _

And I'm going to love every second of it.

_ _

She knew it to be true as Patrick lapped over her slit, the very tip of his tongue dipping inside, though it was only brief. Eating her out, of course, was not natural in the slightest for a lion, though Kate's serums had to be having a stronger effect than Kieran knew. There was so little she could know, truly, but it was no longer up to her.

Perhaps it had never, not truly, been up to the lioness, not as she whimpered and begged for Patrick. It may not have been completely obvious, but the little twists and rocks of her body, within the limits of her bondage, conveyed her message well enough. She grunted and growled, her jaws hanging open to display the fluttering, rippling pink of her tongue, though Kieran could only beg.

She missed Kate snapping her fingers, finally allowing the lion to do as he willed, his throbbing prick twitching at the ready. In a moment, he pushed over her stomach, his forepaws trying to find somewhere on her body to grip her, though it didn't really matter if Patrick held on to his father or not: she was getting bred one way or the other.

Kieran moaned as her son's cock glanced off her body, missing the slit of her sex and sliding over her inner thigh. The lioness shuddered deliciously, the ripple running through her not like anything at all Keiran had ever before experienced. The ache within her pulled taut, as if a cord was about to snap, yet there was only one thing that could satisfy the searing need ripping through her.

His cock slid down as the muscled might of her son adjusted on top of her, though Patrick did not at all look like her son, not anymore. His eyes were blank, glazed over with animalistic passion, and Kieran was sure there was no longer any human, conscious thought in there. It wasn't gone entirely, of course, though it was bad enough that he wouldn't be at all able to control his urges in the heat of the moment.

That suited Kieran, however, giving in to all Kate was forcing her into, her body quivering as she moaned and lusted for her son. His dick slid down as he tried to find her slit, pulling up again and nudging against the point where her entrance offered him a little something more: just a little give.

And then Kieran couldn't think of anything at all as the hot spear of Patrick's dick rammed deep inside her, his prick sinking home. The breeding spire of feline meat crammed into her as she panted heavily, a crude gasp tearing itself from her lungs, despite the lioness not really having the breath to spare. She howled as he fucked her, though the bite of his barbs was not as wonderful as she might have lied or imagined, even if she didn't have all that much say about anything.

“Aaaarrrrroooowwww!"

The howl that hauled itself from her throat did not sound like her, though Kieran was not at all sure anything would ever sound like her, not ever again. Her tail lashed and she tensed, curling into her pelvic region, even as his barbs dug into her pussy. She'd not imagined the bite and rake of those snapping into her passage, how they caught and dug in, stimulating ovulation.

Kieran could not quite remember whether it'd been Kate who'd told her about that or if she'd read it somewhere, perhaps in some silly fact about lions in a quiz game. She had no doubt in her mind about whether her body was fertile or not, for Kate had already made that clear, but the silly little fact was not something that belonged in her mind, not as she huffed and panted.

Still, there was no escaping her fate, not as she rocked her hips lightly and was faced with her son's big, blocky muzzle shoving over her chest, his jaws parted in a raspy, hefty breath. He huffed over her deliciously as she howled, his hind end curling around and hunching as he powered into her. There was no sensibility in him, none at all, a creature called only by the pursuit of breeding pleasure, slamming into her repeatedly.

Kate smirked as she watched Kieran crumble, though she wondered slightly if she would have liked to see the father take longer to break. It was fun when her subjects fought back, yet there was only so many times she could run through the same scenarios, over and over again. Far too often, she sought the chance to change things up and make them spicier than ever.

So, that was exactly why she brought as much variety into her life and her challenges with her victims as possible, keeping herself entertained. If Kate had not been as difficult as she was to entertain, maybe she wouldn't have done so much, or perhaps she would have even managed with a smaller number of victims to torment.

But that was not the case, at least not for her. That wasn't the issue, not in the slightest, as her lips parted and she zoomed in for a close-up shot on the lioness' pussy. Kieran's sex looked lie it was twitching and pulling around Patrick's cock as he humped into her with short, sharp thrusts. He kept his hind end rounded a little, hunched around her body so he could keep driving into her, fucking her, the thrum of single-minded determination coursing through him.

“Mmm, that's right, Patrick," Kate breathed. “Give your father everything she needs."

Patrick didn't know what was going on. All the lion knew was what he had to do: breed. There was nothing else for him, not as he groaned long and low, eyes half-lidded, trying to lick his lips and shake his head. Yet not even Patrick could control that part of his body, stripped away from his past self, the young man who had been so calm and in control. It had been as if nothing at all had ever bothered him before, though Patrick could no longer say the same, not ever again.

“Mmmph… Nnff…"

He grunted as he thrust, eyes fixed on his father but the lioness didn't look like his father. It only irked the lion slightly that her body was not quite as she was supposed to be, as some part of his instinctive mind told him he needed to be over her back, not her front. That, however, didn't quite matter to him, as long as his cock was wrapped up in her wet heat, her pussy clenching around him. If he had been in his right mind, his human mind, he would have thought she was trying to push him out, to stop him from breeding her. Yet it was merely a reflex of her body and they were nothing more than toys for Kate's will and passion, the woman sliding in even closer to get a better shot.

He could have lunged for her, bitten her, but…the thought didn't even cross his mind. Patrick grunted and huffed, losing sense of time as he slammed into her, the shudder of her body griping him simply exquisite. His barbs pulled and another rake of sensation clawed deep into his body, the lion's heavy balls swinging as he huffed and panted viciously.

Kate's serums may have made it so it took him a lot longer to cum than usual, although it felt like only minutes to him. His cock throbbed within the increasingly slick grip of Kieran's pussy and he thrust harder, barely even pulling back before his cock drove in once more. It just didn't seem worth it to him to pull back even further, just for a stronger thrust. His cock already felt too good right where it was buried, losing track of the time and place, simply in search of the passion his body told him was coming.

Soon.

Kieran mewled breathlessly, almost making an incredibly cat-like noise. Her body resounded with heat, though the feline still hadn't got what she needed. She huffed and tried to pull away, the bite of the barbs too much, but there was nowhere for the lioness to go. She still wanted more, of course, relinquishing all control to the passion of being fucked, of being bred, but she didn't know how to get what she ached for.

Blinking, she was dimly aware of Kate in close, Morgan quivering not far away, the handheld camera set up. The second screen Kate had set up, of course, showed a close-up of her pussy, however, that time, it was not a toy pounding her sex. It was a cock, a real cock, a cock that was going to bring her over the edge repeatedly until Kieran didn't even know her own name anymore, what she was or even who she was at her essence.

“You'll never orgasm from my sex toys," Kate told her, though her words felt like they were coming from very far away. “Only from your son's cock. If his dick is inside you, you can have as many orgasms as your dirty little mind desires."

Kate smirked as the lioness heaved and grunted, her body clearly tingling on the precipice of climax.

“Maybe this is what you wanted all along," she told Kieran as the lioness' face twisted and contorted in a way it never should have been able to do. “Maybe you led yourself and your family into my trap, all so I could have this time with you, this fun with you. Why should we ever want anything else, after all? I need your entertainment…and you need the ability to orgasm, the pleasure I can give you."

Vaguely, Kate was aware she was rambling, flowing into a stream of consciousness that allowed her mind to play with her own delight, bit by bit. Yet it was not only for her to put on a show, for her videos and the dark web spaces were she sold the content she made, no. She had to do it for herself and, along the way, she had lost her sense of just how she had leaned into the acts herself.

She was doing it all, at the core of everything, because she wanted to relish in their debasement and humiliation, how they crumbled increasingly. Yet no two victims were the same and she let out the tiniest moan, rocking her weight back on her heels.

The close-up shot showed his cock pounding her, a sheen of mixed sexual arousal coating his cock. It even lingered around the barbs, glistening with the lust of the moment, and Kate sucked in a breath.

Ah, she thought. This is it.

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Kieran howled, throwing her head back. The lioness had not even realised how close to orgasm she was until she was in the throes of it, though that could have been because she was not used to being in a female body. Of course, being a lion had something to do with it too – though Kieran's mind didn't linger on that as she yowled and twisted, grunting thickly and heavily.

Her throat pulsed with emotion, straining to drag in even the bare modicum of breath to her lungs, flanks shuddering. Yet nothing could compare in the slightest way to the brutal onslaught of pleasure rolling through her, making her heat pounding and the muscles in her hind end contract, even her tail going still and heavy. Kieran did not even have the strength to swish it as orgasm closed around her, her pussy rippling and clenching, pulling along the length of her son's still pounding cock.

Patrick, however, was not done with her, not as her pussy soaked his dick in her juices, slickening all the way down his cock. Some even drooled and dripped into his sheath, though that was, at the very least, something Patrick could take care of cleaning up later with his tongue. He snarled and heaved into her, every part of his body trembling as she shoved his dick into her pussy, as deep as it could go.

Then, and only then, did he unload every last drop, his balls swinging and slapping up against her backside as he hammered deep. His hips shifted slightly, no more than a couple of inches back and forth, allowing pleasure to exult through him, heat throbbing as if it was burning his body from the inside out. His balls ached deeply, as if his own seed was churning and sloshing inside, though it was hard for his feline mind to make it seem like anything his rational, human mind understood.

If he'd been in his human mind, perhaps the lion would have considered the sensation to be like a hand closing around his balls, the squeeze and the pressure absolute. It was not the moment for that, however, not as Kieran blinked hazily up at him, coming down from the painful bliss of her own orgasm.

Kieran whimpered, her throat tight with emotion, better able to think now that she had his seed and an orgasm had cleared her head slightly. It was not easy, not by any means, and her body still simmered with the ardent need to be bred, to be fucked, even if there didn't seem to be any actual reason for it anymore. No biological reason, that was, for Kate's serums twisted the very nature of the natural world and what their bodies had been transformed into.

Her heart, however, still pulled for her son as Patrick withdrew from her, blinking, his cock softening a little but not retreating all the way into his sheath. Only a couple of inches disappeared, as if his need was still so great his body knew he would need to use his cock again very shortly.

Patrick blinked at her, the haze clearing a little as he backed away. The lion let out a forlorn growl, lowering his head to his paws and covering his eyes. His body slumped to the ground, hiding his cock, though Kieran could not stop herself from letting out a longing growl, for she did not at all appreciate how his shaft was concealed from view. After all, her body still ached for the creamy treat it could provide, the pump of a fresh load pouring up inside her body.

It's not your fault, Patrick, she tried to tell him, though sending her thoughts out towards her son wasn't about to help her in any way. It's not your fault… I wanted it. I really wanted it.

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She wanted it again too, even as he shook and shuddered on the floor, as if he was sobbing. The lion swung his tail and peeked up from behind his paws, though he couldn't bring himself to meet Kieran's eyes for more than a brief moment.

Kieran groaned, slumping back to the ground, though she didn't know how she could possibly reassure her son that everything was okay, that she'd wanted him, needed his cock. It didn't make sense, not logically, and neither did any of it have to make sense, not after all that.

Their lives were not the same and she growled faintly, accepting the shift in her life.

She panted heavily, trying to recover herself. Even then, his cum trickled from her slit, though it was most likely a perfectly normal load for Patrick to spend inside a partner. Kieran had no frame of reference at all as to what was normal for a lion, though she was not a lion either.

“Oh, Patrick, are you ashamed?"

Kate's mocking tone rang out and Patrick shivered, ducking his head. Yet she was not about to be denied as she zoomed in on Patrick's face, making sure to capture every moment of his shame and humiliation. It was things like that, as well as the cum shots themselves, that racked up the views.

The lion, however, could not stop himself from rising again, panting as he paced back and forth. Kate smirked and rocked back on her heels, settling there, waiting for the inevitable.

Kieran didn't quite know what was happening as Patrick paced, walking only a few steps before twisting and turning on his heel, just to go back the other way to the other side of the lab. He stayed well clear of Kate, although his attention was not on her.

The lioness whimpered and rolled her shoulders back. She gulped hard, her pussy drooling, though it felt like the edges of her slit were parted, straining for more. She was not tight, no, not after that first breeding, but she needed his cock rammed into her, driving deep, stretching her open. Like he was not even an animal but a machine, a being formed of pure lust and desire.

He didn't have to be any more than a breeding machine and Kieran gulped hard as she stared at the screen, blinking at the sight of her own pussy. It was an odd thing to see, disassociated in the moment, moaning lightly and wishing she was watching a cock being stuffed into her pussy right then instead. Even Kate's finger might have been better than seeing nothing on the screen at all, feeling nothing.

It took no time at all for Patrick to lunge for her again, losing his control as instinct took over once again. A glint in his eyes told of his internal conflict as he slammed into her more easily that time, the tapered tip of his cock finding her slit and cramming inside.

She howled, twisting her head, though there was nothing, really, for Kieran to do other than to lie there, to take every last stroke in her bondage prison. Her eyes locked hungrily on to the screen, thankful that there would be no way for someone to see her true debasement, how much she wanted it. Even how far she had fallen.

She would have lain there and taken the rough thrust of his cock either way if she'd been free. She would have splayed herself out for him and sucked his cock if she'd been free to do so, showing off just how needy she was, a slutty, eager lioness hungry for his dick.

Maybe that was something she'd get another time, she thought through a haze of burning lust as he thrust her closer to yet another orgasm. Maybe she'd be able to suck and serve him, to truly let her whole world narrow to one of pleasure, somewhere she could truly languish.

There was nothing else she needed, just his cock. If she lasted long enough there, Kieran could even tell herself it was all because of Kate that she wanted his dick, that there was no other possible reason for her humiliating herself so thoroughly. The fact that pleasing Kate and readily submitting to Patrick's mating sessions would stop them from being abused further, like the families they'd seen on the videos, was yet another reason for her to do it.

Anything my family needs, she thought, her whole body rocking lightly with every stroke of his barbed length. I will do it for them, anything they need, everything they need. I can help them, I can save them. I can do everything I can for them.

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Bred by her son, she leaned back, her tail tight and her pussy clenching around him. Her muscles closed on the length of his cock, rippling and pulling, though there was an erratic twitch. It felt good to move her muscles like that, even if she wasn't in control, although it only marginally helped the snap of the spines inside her. Kieran was only glad, in a way, that she didn't have a more sensitive body, for having his cock inside her as a human would have been even more painful.

As it was, she traipsed that edge of pleasure and pain as she groaned, her body quivering, something tightening in her groin. She hissed through her teeth and bucked up against him as orgasm took her again, though the short, overpowering thrusts from her son were not something to be scoffed at either. He hunched over her, maintaining eye contact that time, though the slivers of her son in his eyes had teased down increasingly. She didn't even think, when he was in the midst of mating fervour, that he knew who she was at all.

That didn't matter either, not in any way, not as she let that seductive pleasure roll through her again. Even in the height of climax, Kieran was left wanting to orgasm all over again, to feel her arousal drooling down around the length of her son's cock, clenching and pulling around him. She'd even fight to push Morgan off and away from him, if they were left to compete, all so she could get at the pole of his shaft.

She'd try to make it look like she was protecting her daughter and taking the fall of Patrick's cock just so Morgan didn't have to, but it would be a lie. She was too lost in lust, consumed by it, to see any reality where she didn't have her son's cock inside her.

Kieran growled as she met his eyes, Patrick ramming inside with short, claiming thrusts, spearing deep. When orgasm hit him, he stilled completely, not moving at all that time, and ejaculated hard, a slick load of cum pouring into her pussy as he pumped it deep.

The lion growled and hung his head, though his eyes flicked back up to her a moment later, as if Patrick could not bear to look away. If Kieran had not known better, she would have said his lips were pulling into a saucy grin, the black of them glistening with saliva.

Patrick pulled out, once again pacing and shaking his head, as if he was trying to brush off everything that had happened. His cock gleamed with the combination of their sexual fluids and he snarled as he practically darted about the lab, as if he was trying to process everything he was going through.

Morgan, however, was left needy, panting and moaning, her eyes dancing between the screen where she got to see a close-up view of Patrick hauling his body over their father's again. Her brother's cock, once more, rammed deep, the lion's instincts taking hold of him once more. Her pussy ached with need, though the lioness could count herself lucky that she had not been injected a second time with Kate's serum, like Kieran had. It meant her need was, at the very least, somewhat manageable, though not to a great extent.

She still craved cock, twisting and pawing at her own stomach and trying to reach under her tail. Of course, she had the flexibility to lick her own pussy, but she didn't want to. Not as the lioness moaned and tried to hold back, to restrain herself from the illicit urges ploughing through her. She twisted and strained to reach her pussy and then pulled herself back around, rolling from one side to the other and then shuddering in place, frozen while she dealt with the crazy ache in her soul.

Kate recorded everything, though Morgan was glad, at least, that she was not the most interesting to Kate. It let her rest and recover, even if she wasn't all that sure what was going on, how they had even come to be trapped there. The last thing she knew after a pain in her neck had rendered her unconscious was her body transforming as soon as she woke up in the laboratory.

Patrick thrust harder and faster, a creature possessed. Morgan moaned and quivered, trying not to hope as much as she was that it was her pussy he was ramming into. She needed something to satisfy her need, although she didn't want to think of Kate at all and most certainly didn't want to draw her attention.

Yet the look on her father's face as she was bred… It was unlike anything Morgan had ever seen, holding her spellbound in jealousy as conflicted emotions crossed her features. Her lion whispers quivered faintly, trembling with need, and she leaned forward, lying on her belly as she slunk forward, the weight of the collar weighing her down. She needed something, anything, her juices leaving a slick trail behind her on the floor, wet and gleaming.

Kate paid her no mind, however, as Morgan whined and succumbed at last to lapping over the screen, trying to satisfy herself with the taste of it, wanting, even then, to know just how her father's pussy tasted. It had to be different, that time, with her brother's seed in there too… But she didn't know why she longed to experience all that for herself, even in a moment like that.

What had that woman done to her? Did the lioness even dare hope she'd have her need relieved, that she could be left to her own devices too?

There was on freedom. There was only the flat, barren taste of the screen under her tongue, lapping in long, wet strokes of her tongue.

Patrick yowled as he rammed deep, the barbs on his cock biting into her pussy, blinking back to awareness. That time, they climaxed together, the male lion emptying his nuts into her pussy at the same time she orgasmed, her pussy gripping and pulling along the full length of his meat. The lion grunted, startled back with his nostrils ever so slightly flared.

No… That was his father under him – again! He groaned and withdrew, shaking his head. No, no, no, it was all wrong, so very wrong! How could he have possibly given in to his instincts again? He'd been trying to hold back so hard, so he didn't mount and breed his father all over again. What did it say of him that he was so weak that he simply wasn't able to stop his animal instincts from taking over each and every time?

“Here now…" Kate laughed lightly. “I don't think we need to worry about the restraints anymore. Why don't you put on a show for me? Maybe I'll give you some extra meat for it."

Wisely, Kate didn't specify what kind of meat they'd be getting, but the lions were too wrapped up in the horror of their situation to care. Patrick growled at her, turning his face away as if he could not even bear to look at her, though it was himself he was truly disappointed in.

As she was released from her bondage, her legs coming down, no longer forced to stay on her back, the lioness panted heavily. She'd been so lost in lust that she hadn't felt like herself at all, willing to do anything and everything, coming back to reality with the cold, sick chill of humiliation sinking into the pit of her stomach.

Did I really want him like that? Kieran asked herself, though the lioness did not have an answers for herself either. Did I want to take his cock…forever? That doesn't make sense…

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But she remembered thinking like that too, as if the reality she'd been in there was shifted from the one she was pleasantly in. She turned her muzzle to Kate, unwittingly flattening her ears, her tail trying to tuck down over her drooling sex as she stood on all fours. Even that didn't feel all that settled as she huffed and panted, looking up at her son as he fought his instincts.

Was she supposed to help him fight it, in some way? She wasn't sure, not when that burning need threatened the chill inside her all over again. She twisted, trying to lick her flanks, huffing hotly through both nostrils at once, her jaws closed.

And then she caught sight of Patrick's cock, the male pausing while he grappled with his need. She stood there, frozen in indecision, a part of her wanting to turn and present to the male right there for her and another part wanting to dive for his cock. Another, smaller part, of her mind longed to turn and flee, to leave it all behind – though that part of her mind was very easily overruled.

So, she was left frozen with lust, panting heavily as her pink tongue lolled too heavily from her mouth. She moaned, shaking her head – and then he was on her, barrelling her around so he was able to lunge over her back end. It was a clumsy move, of course, but she wasn't thinking of that, not in any way, not as her whole body ached with desire.

“Unff…"

Kieran did not fight, for she was smaller than the male lion. He was very much an alpha male and he dwarfed her when they were both upright together. Even Morgan was larger than Kieran, her daughter's eyes raking hazily over her, though Kieran could not read what lay in her expression. With the lack of language between them, there was very little that could be conveyed anymore.

He jabbed at her ruthlessly, his barbed cock pushing at her sex until he, once again, gained entry. Kieran yowled as she was pinned, not able to even remain standing while he was on top of her, bearing her down to the ground and ensuring, quite easily, that she stayed right where he needed her. To Patrick, the lioness was no more than a hole to be fucked and filled, clenching and pulling around him.

He leaned heavily into the pleasure, blinking at the back of her head, though Patrick didn't know anything in that moment, not of her being related to him or anything of the life they'd shared together. The lion grunted as he thrust, relishing in the tightness of her cunt every time he withdrew, but his mind did not hold on to the notion that she could feel pain, not at all. Thrusting was not pain, at least to him, and his barbs had a purpose. Even if a simple, lion brain could not understand that, the human side of him crammed right to the back of his mind as lust ruled.

Pressing down over her back, he let the pull and twitch of her muscles under him carry him forward, though he found his teeth sinking lusciously into the back of her neck in the next moment. Patrick didn't need to bite down to hold her in place, but it was something instinct told him he needed to do, something he could do to keep an unruly female in her place. His weight was more than enough even as the thick rope of her tail thumped uselessly up against his underbelly, power raging through him.

The lion thrust blindly, not knowing at all how much time passed, releasing her neck with the faintest sheen of blood on his lips and teeth. His tongue flicked up within his mouth, savouring that oddly metallic taste, although a lion should never have had to enjoy that feeling or that sensation, not in the slightest.

The push of orgasm inside him had him thrusting harder and faster, ignorant to how Kate was tormenting Morgan at the same time. His brother had a dildo stuffed into his pussy and a strange attachment around Morgan's hips that stopped it from slipping out. The lioness huffed and yowled as Kate massaged the base of her tail, raking her nails through the short fur, pulling along it just so she could test out where her most erogenous zones were.

Morgan blinked dully, though she still rolled on to her back the moment Kate gave the command. Kate's bright smirk loomed above her, things not matching up as she grunted lightly, though that was not for Morgan to judge.

“My pretty…" Kate breathed. “We need to have you bred again, perhaps even bring in another stud for you… Maybe a cousin would do, or an uncle. Anyone to take the place of a male lion so you and your father can both get your pussies filled at the same time."

Morgan groaned and shook her head. No, no, no… No, she didn't want that, no, she didn't want that at all. She moaned and let her jaws hang open, though there was nothing she could do while Kate played with her nipples. They seemed more obvious, standing out through the fur of her belly, than they needed to be, though Morgan did not pull away. The sensation was too much and she panted heavily, squirming under Kate's touch, though, thankfully, it still was still taken as compliance on her part.

For everything Morgan did was still with the notion that Kate could do anything she wanted to her family at any time, even end their lives. Without the liberty of being human, they didn't have any rights at all and she doubted she'd even be able to find a way to communicate with anyone human if they even came into contact with them.

No one was there to help them and she swum lower and lower, sinking into depravity. Kate plucked at her nipples, catching them with her nails, and she let out a plaintive yowl as the dildo in her pussy vibrated furiously.

Unlike her father, Morgan had not been denied orgasms at all and howled as one ripped through her, her pussy clenching and pulling, with a sense of relief, down the length of the vibrating toy. Yet it was not the toy that had her twisting and contorting like that, all as her brother ploughed into her father, but Kate's fingers and her tantalising touch. Who could ever have thought that having her nipples stimulated could be so erotic? Just how Kate pulled and dragged her fingers around them was erotic enough but directly touching her nipples, pinching and pulling, had her yowling in a frenzy.

She growled and slumped to the ground, though Morgan was something of a passive player in her own debasement, helpless to fight. She just had to be a good lioness, had to obey: there was simply nothing else for her.

Kieran, however, accepted her place, her head lowered, nose shoved back and forth across the floor. She had to protect them, so she had to be soft and she had to be compliant, even as the drag of her nipples across the ground, which warmed to the heat of her body, tingled through her. Her tail lashed and she bucked her hips back the little she could as Patrick's thrusts sped up and up.

That was not the last thrust in the slightest or the last time they mated, the lioness quivering in place while her son howled out his pleasure, his cry devolving into a growl, and spent himself inside her. He was not a wolf but he was not a lion either and he had to take his lust where it was to be found, huffing and panting, his dark lips glistening with saliva as they twitched around the sharp spines of his teeth.

The lioness did not reach orgasm under him that time, chuffing in frustration, but Kieran did not have the liberty to demand anything from him, not even her own orgasm. One of the screens showed a close-up of her pussy as Patrick, finished with her for the moment, pulled out, a messy cream-pie of lioness arousal and cum spilling from her. It drooled thickly down over her red, inflamed pussy lips but did not soothe them in the slightest, only highlighting there was even more to come.

She moaned, shuddering in place as a tremor ran through her. She whimpered throatily, needing a drink but not honestly knowing how to ask for one. Even the juices dripping from Morgan's pussy, as the lioness twisted and wriggled on her back, looked appealing to her. Maybe that was where she would have to get her drinks from, going forward, if she couldn't find some way to convince Patrick to thrust into her mouth, sliding his dick over her tongue to feed her his cum.

They were wrong thoughts, dirty thoughts. They should never have been in her head. Yet there was no escape, even as Patrick moaned and paced, striding back and forth with tense, choppy steps, back in his own mind and reality.

She wished she could take that away from him, so he didn't need to feel bad, not anymore. But that was not her place and she couldn't do anything, not anymore, not as she groaned and let her fate wash over her. Every last one of her failings came into stark recognition as she panted heavily, opening her mouth to show off her sharp teeth. Little did Kieran know that was a money shot for the cameras, giving Kate everything she needed as if it all came naturally to her.

On camera, the family were, indeed, naturals. Kate would have plenty of use for them going forward and it would not be long at all before Patrick was pinning Kieran down all over again, swapping between Kieran and Morgan, of course, to make sure both lionesses in his life were pleased and filled with his seed at all times.

With a stud lion like that, Patrick had plenty of cum to go around. He'd always be able to satisfy their bodily needs, regardless of how long he was asked to fuck for.

Kate smiled, proud of her creations. As ever, things came together just as she'd wanted them to. Was there really any other way for her torment to run out?

Several weeks later…

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Kieran lifted her head in the lab room: a sterile holding chamber with a floor-to-ceiling plexiglass window on one side of the room. The mirror on the other side was surely two-way also, though Kieran didn't care at all. She was used to being watched and the heat prickling and clawing its way through her body yearned for something she was simply not at all sure she was ready for.

Her son paced and mounted Morgan as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After so many weeks had passed, Patrick didn't even need to wait for his animal instincts to overwhelm him to mate: it was him doing the mating. No one knew the true reasons why they submitted, though Kate would uncover all that too, all in good time.

“There," Kate said softly, watching as the cameras recorded everything happening in the room, though she stood where her face was obscured from the cameras, her anonymity protected. “Isn't it better now I have you in this nice, private room?"

She laughed out loud. Of course, it was far from private, though she took a particular delight in telling them things that simply were not true. She didn't have to play by any rules, making up her own as she went along, simply to amuse herself. A lie was just another twist in the game, something for her to enjoy, something to take for herself.

Morgan groaned, her nose tipped down to the ground. She barely even reacted as the thrusts of her brother shoved her head back and forth across the floor, smudging her nose into the ground. She tried not to react, though her body was far too caught up in the moment to honestly care, groaning in the back of her throat.

It was all she could do as he pounded her, stretching out her pussy, though her sex was a sloppy, constantly wet mess by that point. They were taken multiple times daily and many times overnight, the lions more active at dawn and dusk. Even if there was no heat of the day for them to sleep through, they found themselves more sluggish and drowsy. Patrick usually only roused enough for them to take his cock before all there of them rolled asleep again. Yet there was no end to the sex, even when their pregnant bellies had rounded out more and more with their offspring.

“You're never going to lose who you are, no matter how many serums I inject you with," Kate taunted them, watching as Patrick sped up, to fuck and fill his now sister. “You know… I could make you lose your minds, so you're nothing more than animals. But I like you like this. It's hotter. It's so much more entertaining to watch that conflict in you."

She smirked at Kieran, the lioness panting as her eyes remained fixed on Patrick's cock, wanting it for her own. The lioness thought she was more discreet than she was but her cock hungry nature was not one she could hide away from anyone, least of all Kate. It was merely a good thing Kate liked her exactly that way, always broken and drooling over the idea of just getting her son's cock back inside her.

“And you… I'll keep you wanting, my pretty, don't you worry. I don't want you to lose your mind. I want you to know every second of your humiliation, of what you've become. The people buying your videos online might not know fully who you were or anything like that, but they can see just how you drool for cock, how you want it inside. You'd be on your back day and night for him if not for Morgan taking half the pleasure for herself."

Keiran shuddered and growled. No… No, it wasn't true. Yet the lioness was glad she would never have to say aloud that she was jealous of her own daughter, no longer even seeing Morgan as her son. No… No, she'd watched Morgan being fucked too many times for that. It was better, for all of them, if they fully accepted their new fates, their new sexes. Gender had already come along, though Keiran wondered, in a way, if that had been a part of Kate's serum too, making them more susceptible to seeing themselves differently.

She'd never know. She'd never need to know.

When Patrick unloaded inside the pregnant lioness, Keiran growled pathetically and dragged her body over the ground towards them both. She knew it was what Kate wanted and she did it automatically after so long of being tormented there. It was easier to do what Kate wanted, even as she lowered her head to Morgan's leaking pussy. The drip of their combined bodily fluids lolled on to her tongue and she lapped without thinking, eating out her daughter's pussy just so she had something to occupy her.

It was soothing, kind of. There wasn't all that much that was soothing at that time, the days blending together. Even nights didn't really cover the passage of time as the light in the lab room was on the whole time, not allowing them to see even the passing of day into night and on again. The walls were plain, where the glass and the mirror were not in place, giving them nothing to see or even entertain themselves with when Kate was not there to torment them. Well, of course, not other than one another, fucking as constantly as their bodies and lusts allowed.

Kieran quivered, not wanting to raise her head. It was better down there, where she could lick and lick, not thinking twice about what she was doing. If only she kept doing exactly what Kate wanted and trying to please her, going along with Kate wanted even while she was not there, she would be able to save her family. She needed to protect them, somehow, even if she was not the man she'd once been.

Her tail twitched back and forth, though Kieran could not see how Kate zoomed in on her face, getting a close-up shot of her face and her tongue sweeping over Morgan's pussy again and again. Behind the lioness, Patrick growled and readied himself once again, though he didn't try to hold back all that much anymore, for he too understood there wasn't anything he could do to stop himself from breeding them.

The inevitable was coming. With compliant victims, Kate could push them even further, putting them on public display so their breeding sessions would be a lure for the sanctuary itself. For scientists that were not as twisted or as depraved as Kate, they wouldn't be of any use in research, however, and she'd need to find something to deal with that interest in things.

As with all issues that had come before, Kate would find a way to make it work for herself.

“There you go, Patrick, give her a good fuck now…"

Kieran stiffened as her son pushed over her, his cubs making her womb swell with a full litter of them already. He found her strained, lewdly gaping pussy in a single thrust as his spined cock drove deep. The rake and bite of his barbs sinking into her velvety, soft sex, however, did not catch her attention anymore, as she had already had to deal with it so much.

It turned her on, heat prickling through her body as she rolled her hips back, a deep ache pushing up from the core of her being. It rose into her loins and the lioness whimpered helplessly as her tail flicked back and forth, licking her lips, almost forgetting what she was supposed to be doing with Morgan as pleasure overwhelmed her.

There was nothing like her son thrusting into her, though she didn't have any idea of just how famous she was on the dark web, just how many people who had enjoyed her videos there and paid to see her being debased.

“You're never going anywhere," Kate breathed, though Kieran's ears barely twitched to catch her words. “You're going to stay here, forever, and be my lovely little pets, forever. I just want to make sure you're well and taken care of, yes? And how can I know that my daring lioness girls are being taken care of if you're not being fucked day and night?"

She laughed, entirely caught up in her own deranged fantasy, though that didn't matter to the lions. They were stuck there and Kate could apply any fantasy to them she liked, for they were not able to escape.

They'd given up on that a long time ago.

As Patrick rammed into Kieran's aching pussy, Kate left the cameras running, setting up the next trolley of sex toys, including a devious set of nipple clamps and pumps to use on both lionesses. She'd not needed to push too far into creative torments that time – and that was something she had been very much amiss in doing.

That time, she'd not needed to do more to break them: they'd allowed themselves to be moulded to their will like clay in her hands. But the future promised more creative, vicious torments than ever, overwhelming them with pleasure until their minds were blank with white lust, unable to even consider either the possibility or the nature of anything else.

She'd turned to simple needs to twist them to her will. Now, it was time to get creative in her degradation.

“Oh, what fun this is going to be!"