Long Time Coming -Part 2
Tomik Carr, Nathan Velt are copyrited to me
Cantoro is copyrighted to the one who helped. You know who you are.
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This is an 18+ document do not read futher if you are offended by... nonconsensual, furrness transfomations, and a whole host of other nasty stuffs. This a continuation of Long Time Coming. If you find yourself getting confused, consult AND READ the aforementioned story. If you are caught reading this and you are below the legal age to read such filth. Shame. I carry no responsibility.
When Tomik first came to- recieving a knock on the head from the stiff floor of the suburban vehicle- he felt like he had been ganged up on and beaten to near death. His mouth was dry, his head throbbed, and his whole body ached. Mercifully, his short spell of conciousness didn't last long;his abused body was not yet ready to return to awareness and his extremely heavy eyelids sank down, pressing him back into a deep sleep. For now, the previous day was nothing but a horrible nightmare.
The vehicle carried its unaware cargo to a halt. There was a clank as the doors were opened and a harsh beam of light struck Tomik in the face, piercing through his eyelids. He stirred enough to be awakened by the residual pain from the beating; hehad been shifted to a sitting position and he found a weight on his chest, adifferent feeling entirely. A finger pressed against his mouth, his lack of awareness caused it to open;it wasn't a second later when a pill was placed in his mouth and his head tilted upwards, before a cool liquid was poured into his mouth. He reflexively swallowed.
"There now, I'm not a complete monster.Just give it a few minutes," she said, tugging the wild dog towards the back of the vehicle and tossing him onto her shoulder. With a certain grace the wolfess pivoted, and ducked under the low hanging rear door of the SUV.
The mouthful of pure water was more than welcome and Tomik could feel sensation return to his limbs;the terrible throbbing pain in her head receeded enough for him to try to move.
"I suggest you stay still," said Cantoro, "Or I'll drop you. Hard."
After the events of the day before, Tomik felt inclined to remain still. He tried to summon some of the old fight in him, but something was different. The anima rage that had driven him on before he had changed was not there. He could feel Cantoro's strong shoulder digging into him and he realised that he had lost a lot of weight, his frame altered beyond recognition.
His strong Badger body was no more, and suddenly he felt very vulnerable. Wherever he was being taken it was not going to be pleasant. He looked around him as he was carried That he had not been blindfolded was very bad indeed - showing that they were comfortbly sure that he would not be able to escape, worse, survive this next part of his captivity.
Considering the long trek from the secluded area in the forest, Cantoro had taken the liberty of providing Tomik with a heavy blanket to stop officers from questioning her for the reason the canine was naked in the back. Right now the african wild dog was nude and slung over the wolfess' shoulder.
An iron rod gate was opened infront of her, leading to a rather dusty looking stairwell through which they decended into the cavity beneath the upper garage. The ceiling was solid, with pipes running across it and along the walls. Some of these pipes had hand-turn valves on them, indicating they could be manually shut off in the case of an emergency.
Surprisingly careful not to bang Tomik's head, Cantoro carried him down the stairs and unceremoniusly dumped him on the stacked matresses in the corner that were to pass for hisbed. As the rug around him unrolled he was struck against the wall. The blow was only a light one, but his new body was a lot more sensitive. He cried out, and was shocked by his own voice. It was much higher pitched, more feminine. As much as anything that had happened this reminded him of what they had done to him.
"Probably thought it was a nightmare, didn't you?" Cantoro laughed. "It's too bad for you, however, that this is as real as you or I." She was dressed in much the same clothing as she had worn when he was tied to the chair; the addition of a leather jacket was the only addition to her attire.
"Oh hell," said Tomik quietly, "Why have you done this to me? What purpose does it serve?" Even as he said it, Tomik wasn't sure that he wanted to know.
"Soon I will show you how hard life can be for a female, left without allies on the battlefield can be."
"You bitch!" swore Tomik; the possiblities were apalling. He had thought Cantoro was dead when he left her on the battlefield; now, she had returned to haunthim in the most awful way.
The wolfess smiled evilly. "That's a bit close to the bone for someone in your position."
Still a bit groggy from his treatment, Tomik did not resist as his hands were cuffed to the thick pipes behind the bed. The cold wall pressed into Tomik's back.
"I guess you want to see the truth now." The wolfess reached into a big holdal beside the bed and pulled out a small mirror. "This is your new face. Though that's not all of it, perhaps you should look over the new body I've graced you with. It would've been so easy to make you hideous, but I was feeling generous. For an old friend." She walked towards a cabinet; besides it rested a full-body mirror, one that mightbe found in an ordinary dressing room. It had a frame supporting it and she wheeled it infront of Tomik, the glassed silver reflecting the very true image of his or should we say her new body.
The drugs that had changed him had numbed the sensations of his new body somewhat, but Tomik could not deny what his eyes were telling him. Infront of him the reflection of an attractive African wild dog sat on the bed. She blinked as he looked and he realised that there was nothing left of the old badger at all. A cold clink sounded as her hands attempted to feel over her new body. The handcuffs reminded her brutally of her captivity.
"I think by now your nerves should have fully integrated into their new shape, and you should be able to feel things a bit more fully as a female. It's not all bad." The wolfess approached the handcuffed dog,easily trapping his feet as she approached him. He could not even kick her.
She shook her head a little as he feebly protested, letting out a loud "Get away from me!".
"But you have so much to learn," she said, asher fingers trailed through the trapped canine's fur gently.Tomik renewed his struggle, able to feel the lightest of the wolf's touch against his soft skin. "You like that? It gets better!" She cooed out, lightly the tip of her blunt claws continuing to travel through Tomik's fur.
Tomik wriggled, unable to escape the sensation.Mercilessly she moved onwards, trailing her claw down to the fine white fur on the inside of the dog's thigh.
"No! You wouldn't!" cried Tomik.
The wolfess smiled and ran her hand away from the sensitive flesh, cupping her hand under the dog's knee, causing her to bend her leg upward and away from the matress beneath. Cantoro withdrew her hand and placed her palm on the inside of Tomik's knee, pushing outwards;she squatted close to Tomik, her knee now holding his straining legs apart.
"What have we here?"
A wave of unfamiliar sensation came from Tomik's crotch as the wolf brushed against his new sex. "And so wet too. You really are a needy canine. Or maybe it's the medicine."
"What medicine?" Tomik strained out in a futile effort as she tried to close her legs. Her eyes widened as she came to a realization aboutthat pill she swallowed. "What did you make me swallow?" she cried out, redoubling her futile efforts to throw the wolfess from her body.
"Just a little something to make you ready for your new friends. Really, it's a kindness on my part. For old times' sake." The wolfess raised her hand to Tomiks face, careful to stay out of range of her bite. "Does this seem familiar to you?"
Tomik breathed in. The affect was less alluring, but the scent was familiar. She was in heat! She hadn't noticed the slow warmth building within her belly before but now it was apparent, now that her mind had come full circle with her position.
"You may not know it, but the first time it comes is always the strongest." The wolfess resumed her slow tour of the canine's body. "You really are attractive you know."
She reached up and rubbed the sensitve canine's nipples, cupping her breasts. "You will be popular." she said thickly as she made the dark flesh harden.
Tomik could not deny the sensation as Cantoro played with her breasts. She was starting to pant a little, feeling the affects of the pill. Everything in her mind was screaming to stop but her body only wanted more sensation.
"Please, stop touching me!" wailed Tomik, totally at the wolfess' mercy. Her hands were cuffed to an iron pipe, the cold concrete pressing to her back, and Cantoro keeping her legs forced apart, but it was not just her physical restraints that sapped her resistance, but the changes she had been forced to endure. This new body was so weak, so tender. Worse, Tomik was being betrayed by his own body, her new needs, as the wolfess teased and tormented her.
The wolfess was not unaware of the effect she was having on her captive. "Looks like you're beginning to enjoy yourself. Unluckily for you, I have little interest in the female gender.
So soon I'll have to turn you over to someone more inclined to give your body the full attention it deserves." It was unwise, but the wolfess could not resist bragging. "You know, virgins of your quality are quite rare these days, so you'll be spared the riff raff - at first."
Tomik had popped a few cherries when she was a male;it was easy for him to seduce a poor girl with a few drinks and some sweet talk to push into a rented bedroom. He would promise to be gentle but that never really lasted long.His old self knew damn well what it meant, but not the severity of the pain that ensued- soon, she was sure to experience that special pain first hand.
"No." Tomik's eyes were starting to well up. Never in his life had he been so humiliated and powerless.
"Oh poor Tomik. Let me make you feel better." With practiced skill the wolf began to stimulate him, working into his damp folds. Soon Tomik's protests became groans and sighs as moisture began to run down her fingers.
Tomik fought the increasing pleasure as much as possible, hating that it was starting to feel so good. Each one of Cantoro's skillful touches added to her pleasure building up a hunger within him. Soon her hips were starting to rock in time with the wolf's relentless fingers.
Suddenly she stopped and the change in sensation was like a physical pain.
The wolf brushed against her with the lightest of touches, and Tomik found himself reaching to get more stimulation; however, he held as he was there was nothing he could do.
"Good. I think I'll let you simmer a while."
"Don't leave me like this!"
Cantoro grinned. "Are you begging me, Tomik?"
Tomik blinked, huffing, desperate for more pleasure. She felt so hot, so needy. Never in his whole life had he felt so needy, not even when he was denied orgasm in the shack, even that felt days behind her. She found herself wordless before Cantoro.
"Well, I have a prior engagement I must attend to, Tomik;I'll be back shortly." she said, walking over to the cabinet at which she had retrieved the full body mirror. She opened the wooden door to the wardrobe and searched it, which didn't take long at all as her prize lay in view. A stainless steel gusset plate firmly attacked to leather straps. It was adjustable on the hips and had a pair of matching locks on the adjustment straps to prevent the wearer from removing it;inside the gusset plate sat a three inch cone and a soft bristle brush meant to tease to the edge but not provide release-the cone was infact made of silicone, not necessarily hard enough to penetrate deeply- but it did its job. Satisfied with her choice, she closed the wardrobe, locking it before making her way back to Tomik.
"This is for you, Tomik."
The African wild dog whimpered at the sight of the contraption; whatever it was, it didn't look nice, or comfortable.
The hip straps were undone, hanging loosely before Cantoro pressed the gusset plate to Tomik's crotch. It tickled in a pleasant way, but Cantoro had to wrestle with the dog in order to get the straps on, pull them tight and lock them before uncuffing the female from the iron pipe.
Tomik's hands immediately dove for her crotch, pawing at the unrelenting steel that blocked her from her first female orgasm. The locks on the straps prevented her from pulling off and the stainless steel was pressed firmly against her flesh.
"Have fun, Tomik." she said, admiring her work with a grin before turning towards the stairwell
"No stop! Please take this off of me!" she cried out, but went unheard as a minute later, the engine of the V8 was heard roaring to life and pulling away from the building. She looked at herself in the mirror again with a sorrowful look, hands roaming over the curves of her new body. She moved her hips and was readily welcomed by the brush on the inside of the gusset plate, causing her to twitch. That teasing touch alone kept her burning need for release going. But once again fingers met steel. The fact that she was in heat made her even more desperate for release. Her groin was burning up and her belly was on fire, Tomik desperately needed someone to quench it, cool it down, let her think straight again.
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Cantoro drove for a good mile or two before stopping on the side of the road and fishing out her cellphone; she decided to call the first name that popped into her head.Nathan Velt. She pressed the earpiece against her ear, only to listen the ring tone as Nathan's phone rang.
She heard a click and a sleepy voice sounded from the earpiece. "Hello?" He was laying on his bed half covered by his sheets and his fur a mess.
"Hey, champ.It's Cantoro. One hopes you remember my name, atleast." she smiled, her amusement detectable from her voice. She had turned her engine off just as he picked up. "Didn't wake you up, did I?" she chuckled.
His hand raised and fell upon his face, rubbing his eyes. "Yep. I remember you." he stifled a yawn before continuing. "Whaddya want?" he asked in a friendly, but still sleepy tone.
"If you remember me then you should remember one Tomik Carr, yes?" she asked in a clear tone. She had to make sure the male wolf had heard her clearly; she never was one for repeating herself.
The hand on Nathan's face suddenly tensed, momentarily clenching a stiff fist at the mention of that name. Remember him? Tomik's name was engraved in his mind! The wolf in him didn't let his memories shout out in pure emotions, though, as he finally replied. "Yeah, I remember that bastard. He was the one who made my army life a living hell!"
Despite those words, Nathan was clearly exaggerating. Tomik did the same gags to Nathan as he did to every other recruit. Nathan was just a wee bit too sensitive to them and didn't take them like most newcomers did. That, of course, resulted in a clear hatred for the person in question.
"What about him? Did he get shot?" The wolf asked with a noticeable hint of dark intent. Honestly, he'd be glad to hear the news of Tomik's death, but what awaited him was far more pleasant.
"Not quite that bad. Though, I guess you could say he's in a mid life crisis as we speak. I suppose it would be accurate to say that he needs a male's touch. Something I, as a female, lack. Are you interested in seeing him again?" she went on about the badger's current situation, dancing around the truth in a purposeful manner.
As Cantoro spoke to him through the phone, he shifted from lying down to sitting on the edge of his bed;the bedside lamp had been flicked on as well. "You have my attention, then. But I'm not sure if I even want to see him. I hate that bastard and you know it."
"Oh, I know that, that's why I'm inviting you. I think he's just about ready to apologize for his past gags and make up for it..." she held her solid tone of voice, making sure every word went through to him clearly.
Nathan blinked even if he was just staring at his floor at the moment. "..what do you mean?" he asked inquisitively; she had piqued his curiosity.
"Comb your fur and get dressed before coming down. I'm sitting outside of your building right now." she finished, before pressing END on her phone.
He heard the click of the call ending, setting his phone on the nightstand next to his bed;he picked up his fur brush and went over the usual spots- stomach, thighs, arms, and head.He was one of those people that decided on an outfit ahead of time and put them on accordingly. Thanks to his time in the military he had grown fond of camouflage pants, circulating the urban camo set, dark, medium and light gray with a black tank top and regulation steel-toed combat boots. He pulled these on, tightened a belt around his waist, grabbed his wallet, door key and phone before heading out the door.
Within the next minute, he was walking out the front door of his apartment building and crossing the street to get into the passenger seat of Cantoro's vehicle.The thought of getting some compensation from Tomik was quite alluring, but the idea of it was quite suspicious. "What did she mean by a man's touch?" He whispered to himself, still wondering about it- but he had the sneaking suspicion he would find out soon enough. As soon as he was buckled in Cantoro turned the ignition on and began making her way back to where she left Tomik.
Cantoro didnt rush or go too slow, she followed the designated speed limit portrayed by the black numbered signs. She found no reason to speed tonight; it took only a few minutes to reach her residence, open the garage door and park inside. "If you'll follow me, Nathan.Do try to keep a tight reign on your conscience." she said, as she got out from her vehicle, walking over to unlocked the iron rod gate and pull it open. The seemingly narrow stairway consisted of fifteen steps; Nathan took note of this, being one of the more observational types.
The scent of a female in heat came to his nose, quickly complemented by the sight of an African Wild Dog female, completely bent over;upper torso on the ground, shoulders and head pressed to the cold concrete as her paws relentlessly tried to get past the unyielding yet smeared stainless steel gusset plate.
Nathan blinked at the sight before holding a paw out, as if gesturing to the female on the floor. "I thought you said Tomik would be here," he began to enquire, "Did you li-" he was cut off by the wolfess infront of him with a finger to his lips.
"I didn't lie to you. I said I would present Tomik to you and here he is, in the exact state I left him." she said, as she withdrew her finger from Nathan's lips. She turned around and pulled out a small orange cylinder with chalk white pills from within from her coat pocket as she walked over to Tomik. She crouched beside her captive and turned her on her side, thus slightly disrupting her efforts. Drool and tear soaked fur coated her face, but Cantoro paid no mind; she just popped the top off the cylinder and shook one of the pills out, forcefully despositing it into Tomik's mouth.
Her next step was simple enough; coaxing the desperate heat struck female to swallow the pill before pulling Tomik to an upright sitting position. As much as she complained, she didn't really put up much of a fight. The key was in Cantoro's hand as she slipped it into the slots of the locks on Tomik's waist, coaxing her onto her side again to slide the well used belt off and into a bag labeled 'WASH' in clear bold letters.
The next part Cantoro had to be quick about; Tomik was sure to be quick to regain her awareness of what had just happened. She quickly grabbed the padded handcuffs she had used earlier to restrain Tomik to the iron pipe as she clasped the cuffs around Tomik's wrists again behind her back.
"Now, Tomik. I'm sure you remember Nathan Velt, yes?" she said, pointing the canine's head towards their bewildered guest.
Her memory was foggy, but words could not be formed. She knew him from her life in the military. One of the recruits that was pushed to the edge during hell week.
Nathan was bewildered, shocked even, by the sight before him. Surely Cantoro wouldn't play him into a run-on gag or even lie about the captivity of Tomik. His judgement was quickly being quickly clouded and overwhelmed, however, by the scent of Tomik's heat.
The effects of Tomik's heat on Nathan were soon beginning to make itself shown on his body. Tomik could see how aroused the wolf was getting.
"Get out of here Nathan! She'll do things to you!" Tomik shouted to the best of her ability. The memory of his long unseen comrade's face and name flooded back into her mind.
The dog obviously recognised him, thought Nathan, but who was she? "Who are you?" He asked her, not believing Cantoro's fantastic tale.
"Whatever she's told you to get you here is a lie. I'm tell-" she was abruptly cut off by the heavy hand of Cantoro, forcing her jaws back together.
"I came here of my own free will, with the promise of showing Tomik who the bigger man is now a days."
"I'm Tomik." The dog realised what she had done the second she heard her own voice. Betrayal everywhere, and now even herself. She could hardly look Nathan in the eye, knowing that he was no longer an ally;seeing the effect of her heat on him, she feared the worst.
Cantoro sidled up behind Nathan and began to rub at his crotch, holding him close. "All those years, you've said that you'd like to get your own back- now's your chance."
"But that's not-it can't be..."
"Look into her eyes. You'll see the old Tomik. The badger that made your life a living hellwhen you were at your weakest. He did'nt care for you at all. Now, I've brought him to you."
Cantoro was getting irritated that Nathan was quite so reluctant.
"Break him, Nathan. Show him what life as a female means," she whispered into the wolf's ear,"I never told you this. That badger raped me."That was the exact opposite of the truth, in fact. Only the day before, Cantoro used her position to rape Tomik as a badger-with him unable to escape, her use of him was brutal.
Cantoro knew she could wrap Nathan around her little finger and the look on his face- "protective" as he was of her- showed the words were sinking in. "I couldn't believe my luck in finding this- shall we say attractive?- female was the old big and mighty Tomik. He must have really annoyed those Biotech guys. They've changed every inch of him."
Tomik managed to speak. "You changed me!"
Cantoro reached forwards and guided Nathan's hand to the dog's breasts. "Every inch." she ignored Tomik's words now- to her, they were pointless. The soft flesh under the wolf's paw was alluring- and the scent of the dog's heat was intoxicating. Cantoro smiled. Males! It was so easy. Already, Nathan was using both paws to feel the dog's hardening nipples.
Cantoro knew she had dialed well- Nathan never could turn down a hot one. "Why the foreplay, Nathan? I thought you wanted to show Tomik who the boss was?" the wolfess grinned. She played with her words as if she was a snake crawling into Nathan's head. Tch, males, to her, were like puddy if you used the right words.
Nathan's hands were begining to trail lower. Tomik felt himself respond to the wolf's touch, even pressing into it. "No!"
"You know that means- yes. Look at her, Nathan.It would be cruel to leave her like this."
Cantoro began to undress Nathan. The wolf was almost intoxicated by the heat of the dog in that small room, hardly noticing the wolfess undressing him. The deliberately strong pheremones worked into the wolf's mind, drawing away his ability to think. He grabbed for the canine asinstinct took over. He pushed Tomik onto her knees, leaving her head and breasts pressing against the bare floor asthe cold concrete sent shivers through her sensitive nipples. His pants and boxers had been stripped off by the wolfess behind him. His red fuck rod had already made itself known as it bobbed out infront of him. He grabbed ahold of Tomik's tail and twisted it upwards, even despite her desperate pleas for him to stop. She knew full well where this was going.
Tomik had seen sex used in interrogation. Compared to what happened to the males it wasn't so bad. As the wolf began to press into him, he realised that he had underestimated the horror, the feeling of violation.
Lined up satisfactorily. Nathan thrust into the canine's needy depths. He was met with tight folds and a slight impediment, which appeared to be Tomik's hymen.She was now gritting her teeth, confirming his suspicions. Nathan, however, would'nt allow Tomik to adjust to his size as he pulled back a bit and began thrusting into the African Wild Dog's warm folds. His body arched over hers, one hand on her hips, the other on her shoulder, as he started to thrust his rod deeper into the former badger.The male wolf couldn't think coherently, but he didn't care. His mind had already set itself to showing Tomik what he had become over the years. Now that he could take his frustration out this way, it seemed all the better.
He could almost feel himself growing in power over the monster that had tormented him all those years before. The wolf reveled in the feeling- he was evening the score, he was the Alpha male now. He thrust into the dog mercilessly, feeling the pressure building within him as he slapped his hips to her ass, causing Tomik to cry out in discomfort. He was hitting the end with every thrust now, bashing his cocktip into her cervix, making her cry out in pain as the hits jolted her ovaries.
Tomik felt used and humiliated. Moreover, she was scared that there might be far worse punishments than this lying in wait. Her hips hurt but her body to began to betray her as she felt a steady tingling building up as she felt a swelling at the base of Nathan's shaft everytime it hit home.It dawned on her that as she was in heat, she was obviously most receptive. She could get pregnant! What Tomik didn't know was that the pill she had consumed earlier was a contraceptive, but with that knowledge absent, the fear was beginning to grow that she would be forced to carry the wolf's child. Minutes passed before her vision blurred and she was cast into a sea of ecstacy.
Nathan's feral thrusts continued even as his knot had swollen large enough to have to be forced into Tomik's snatch.His dam burst moments before hers. It seemed like a programmed reflex on Tomik's part as her fem-cum sprayed over Nathan's crotch and inner thighs. Her walls clenched and massaged inward suckling on his shaft as it's tip exploded with its virile seed. The tip had been kissing her cervix as this happened, sending the first two sprays of seed into her fertile sanctuary before the rest plastered her walls white.
Even as her orgasm played through her body, tears flowed from her eyes as fear sunk her heart. Fear of being injured, impregnated, or even killed if there was no use for her in the future.
Cantoro had watched the whole show, smiling evilly. She now had something over Nathan, and Tomik looked suitably broken. Twisting the knife, she spoke. "I'm sure they'll be lovely pups."
Nathan didn't take notice of Cantoro's words immediately, or even seemed to care.The effects of her words on Tomik, however, were far more dramatic. It drove deeper the already heart sinking fear that already exsisted. Even if it wasn't the truth, Cantoro could break Tomik's male state of mind the better for it.
Cantoro's deep seated hatred rested with being abandoned on the battlefield when she was so clearly alive. Despite the pain of her wounds, she had seen the badger turn his head to watch her fall to the ground. With Tomik humilated and broken for the most part, her job was finished. While the African Wild Dog was unconscious in the back of her vehicle, she had arranged a drop-off with one of her friends who worked in a harem. From there, the beaten, humiliated female would be nutured and brought up with the mindset of a female and her past life forgotten.
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