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Shades of Purple

By Von Krieger

Isma recoils from the touch of hir captor, hir resistances earns hir the pain of a pinched nipple. Not for the first time shi wishes hirself dead. Shi doesn't know how long shi's been here, but it seems like an eternity. Shi remembers when shi wasn't a shi, when shi was a normal human girl. Shi looks down at hir body and shudders.

Shi's disgusted by hirself. The dark elves who kidnapped hir twisted hir form into an armless, legless, white furred feline, thus totally dependent on them. Shi can lift things with hir tail a little bit and can feed hirself, but only because hir warders give hir the soup in a glass. With a bit of wiggling, shi can prop hirself up against a wall, and can inch hir way across the floor like a worm, taking about fifteen minutes to go from one side of hir room to the other.

Shi's kept here as a plaything, and play with hir they do. Hir only purpose is to be fucked, hir entire body is made for it. Hir breasts are large enough to be slightly more then a handful, but still small enough to that the dark elves can tit fuck hir and force hir to suck them as they do so, like the herm that's using hir now.

Isma would call hir cute, if it wasn't for the look of superiority and malevolence in hir eyes, but that look twists hir face horribly. The dark elf stiffens, shooting hir load all over Isma's face. Shi grabs Isma's tail and wipes hir cock clean. Shi scratches the cat-amputee behind the ears. "You're getting better at this, cat."

The cat part of Isma's brain enjoys the sensation, making hir purr softly. Isma leans toward the scratching hand. She yelps as the scratched ear is suddenly twisted. "Don't get too comfortable, bitch." The dark elf shoves the cat-girl's head into the wall. Enough to hurt and maybe leave a bruise, but not to cause permanent damage.

The dark elf leaves, closing the door and locking it unnecessarily. Tears run down Isma's face, dampening hir fur. After a little while shi licks the cum off hir face and chest, hir tongue was made for the task of cleaning hirself, rough in texture and around eight inches long. Shi sighs, it'll take some minor feats of contortion to get hir tongue to hir tail, but Isma has more then enough free time to figure out how exactly to perform them.

Shi leans down, hir erection right in front of hir lips. Shi turns hir head away. Shi refuses to do that to hirself, shi won't masturbate. Shi had three of hir ribs broken for that not long ago, shi's still tender where they were broken. The possibility runs through hir mind, that no one will know, and how good it will feel.

Shi shakes hir head, it would only be accepting the body and role hir captors had given hir. Shi licks the cum from the fur of her tail, annoyed with hirself that shi's come to enjoy the taste. Shi sighs, their cum being the only thing with any taste at all that shi's given, and more then likely being the primary source of nutrition as well, shi doesn't know what exactly is in what little food they give her to drink, but it doesn't taste particularly well.

Isma is glad shi's spared the humiliation of having to have someone clean up after hir, whatever hir body doesn't use is made into cum. Shi sighs again, managing to scoot hirself into the corner and roll herself onto hir side. Shi curls hir body into a ball, using hir tail as a pillow. Shi slowly drifts off to sleep.

Shi awakens at a soft touch of a hand on hir body. Shi purrs softly as someone strokes the fur on hir back. She's startled to find the person covering hir with a pierce of shiny blue cloth; shi's never had a blanket before. Isma looks up at the owner of the covering; she isn't a dark elf. In fact she looks very much like a plain elf.

She's very tall, a bit over six feet in height. She has pale white skin, with light purplish spots in places. Purple seems to be her color of choice, her clothing is a form hugging bodysuit of a smooth purple fabric, with transparent spots where her skin shows through. A long purple furred tail slowly swishes back and forth behind her. Her hair is also the same purple, as well as two of her ears.

Isma is puzzled, hir benefactor has four ears, two Elven ones of the sides of her head, and two purple furred cat ears that start a few inches above her eleven ones. She looks down at Isma with a pair of yellow eyes, not like a cat, but like a human. She strokes Isma's head gently. "It's ok, they're not going to hurt you anymore, I'm going to get you out of here."

Isma is reluctant to believe her, she could be just another dark elf that's used magic to alter her form. It would be a perfect example of their cruelty, to feign rescuing hir, only to drag hir into another room and use hir to slake their savage lusts. Yes, that would be something they would try to hurt her even more.

Isma stops purring, a look of fear on hir face. Shi tries to scoot away, but only manages to fall on hir back. "What's wrong?" the purple haired elf asks. Isma can only let out a frightened squeak as the elf-cat leans down. "I'm not going to hurt you." Isma begins to cry, that's exactly what they say right before they hurt hir.

Shi clenches hir eyes shut and turns her head away. "Hey, its ok. Look at me." Isma squirms, after all this time still trying to move nonexistent limbs in a vain effort to get away. Hir captors don't like being looked in the eyes; she'd gotten hirs blackened a few times for doing that. The elf-cat puts a hand on hir cheek, Isma's breathing begins to accelerate from fright, shi can feel the tips of the creature's claws on hir skin.

"You don't need to be afraid." she coos, trying to ease Isma into a false sense of security. They'd done this to hir before. Shi had scars on hir back from when on of them, who'd changed hirself to a part-lion dugs hir claws into Isma's back as shi came. They didn't hurt hir that bad very often, but when they did it would never heal completely.

"Don't be afraid, we're going to leave now." the purple furred elf-cat tells hir. Tears begin to well up in Isma's eyes. It'd be nice to see outside of hir room again, but it always came at a horrible price. They only bring hir out when three or four of them wanted to use hir simultaneously, or when they did the most painful thing that they could do.

That was probably what the cat-elf was doing now. Bringing hir along on a trip as entertainment. That would explain the cat-elf's form, a disguise to hide the fact that she's actually a dark elf. Sometimes they would take hir out of the wagon and set hir on a mat, propped up against a wall. Isma would be left there for hours, watching people walk by, unable to ask for help.

"Can't you talk?" the elf-cat asks. Isma doesn't even bother with a headshake. She knows shi can't talk. Shi just wants to tease hir about it. That was the first thing they'd changed, even before anything else. They'd taken away hir vocal chords, unable to scream as shi lost her limbs. The tears in Isma's eyes can be contained no longer.

The cat-elf looks up from her securing a pair of straps from the cloth to Isma's belly. "Oh no, you think I'm one of them, don't you?" Isma turns hir head away, this one was good at teasing hir, this one must be very mean, to want to get hir to believe her lies this much. The cat-elf picks Isma up and hugs hir.

"I'm not one of them, I'm here to help you." she lies. Very mean, Isma corrects hirself. They'd never hugged hir before, which was new. They wanted hir to believe so bad, but shi wouldn't. Shi wouldn't do that again. Every time shi did that, shi just ended up feeling hurt when they finally fucked hir and put hir back in hir cold, dark room. Hope hurt, and Isma wasn't going to get hirself hurt if shi didn't have to.

The cat-elf's ears, the fuzzy ones, twitch. "Uh oh." She rolls Isma onto hir stomach, to make the cloth look like a simple blanket. The cat-elf darts into a corner of the room as the door opens. "I've missed you kitty." Isma yelps at the sound of that voice, it's the part-lion, shi likes to bite and scratch.

Isma wonders why all hir warders look cute. The cuter they are, the more they liked to hurt hir. The part-lion would bite and claw her, causing shallow wounds that would bleed for a while, but would heal in a week. The part-lion liked to lick hir blood. Even in hir cruelty, Isma can't help but admire the creature's beauty.

The part-lion borrowed a few aspects from the great hunting feline, while keeping a great deal of hir original form. A pair of triangular ears atop hir head, a long tail with a tuft of soft white hair on the end, digigrade legs, pretty paws, soft leathery pads on hir hands and feet, and sharp teeth. Rather then fur, shi's kept hirself covered with the lovely dark brown skin shi was born with. She sports a head of long white hair, worn loose down to hir butt.

The part-lion licks hir lips. "Every moment I was away, I thought of you and you tight cunt." Shi puts a hand to hir crotch, rubbing at the sheath containing hir dick. "Did you miss me too, kitty?" Strangely enough, Isma did. Even though shi'd usually get clawed to ribbons, shi did enjoy the part-lion's company. Shi was the only one that would keep hir company after fucking hir.

The part-lion would pet hir, lick hir fur clean, comb hir hair, and talk to hir. Shi would almost treat Isma like a person, but being treated like a favorite pet was the best shi could expect from hir warders. The part-lion ran a hand over the blue cloth covering Isma. "What's this, kitten? Someone give you a blanket? Were you cold?" Isma was almost always cold; laying on stones didn't tend to provide much warmth.

"It's too nice for you, kitten, would you mind if I took it? I didn't think so." Shi tugs on the cloth, but it doesn't come away. "Are you laying on it?" The part-lion rolls Isma over, shi looks at the straps and sighs. "It looks like someone's ready to take you on a trip, I guess I shall have to hurry. Open wide for me."

Isma does as shi's told; the part lion slides hir cock into the cat-amputee's awaiting mouth. "I've missed you very much, missed the feel of your fur against my skin, the feeling of your tongue on my cock and cunt, but most of all I just missed the presence of another cat. Maybe I have the instinct of a lioness to be part of a pride. Maybe that's why I like you so much, kitten. I think I like you more then I should."

The room is suddenly filled with a purple light. The part-lion snarls and pulls hir cock from Isma's mouth, shi turns and fixes the cat-elf with a heated glare. "Who are you? Why are you he...." The sentence is left unfinished as the part-lion is struck by a ball of glowing purple light. Shi doesn't seem to be hurt. "What was that?"

The cat-elf smiles. "My favorite spell." The part-lions hands dart to hir breasts. The purple cat approaches the kneeling dark elf. "Fun, isn't it? It basically makes sends your lust into overdrive and at the same time makes it so that the only thing you can really do for about half an hour is be a submissive love toy. Which is why I can stand here and say, stroke your pussy while you should be screaming for aid." The part-lion stares at her dreamily. "Oh, is that all? And would you please?"

"I'll do even better." The purple elf slides a hand to her crotch, the material of hir bodysuit shifts to expose her cunt, she slides herself onto the part-lions erect shaft. "Mmmm," shi purrs. "That is better." The part lion begins to lick at one of the purple elf-cat's nipples through her bodysuits. "Who are you, by the way?"

The purple elf runs a hand through the part-lion's hair. "I don't think I was ever given a name, but you can call me Violet, kind of obvious why. What with my purple fur and spots." "I'm Lelana, and I think you're gorgeous." says the part-lion. "Thank you." says Violet, pulling the dark elf's head away from her breast. "Kiss me." she demands. "Yes, m'lady." purrs the dark elf.

All the while Isma lays on the floor, confused, and feeling neglected. Shi's also feeling a bit horny, and a touch disgusted with hirself for being aroused. Maybe it's some small feline instincts, she thinks. Two perfectly good semi-feline mates not two feet from her, looking as if they're rather enjoying themselves.

Violet in particular looks as if she's having the time of her life. The two elf-cats are entwined in a deep, passionate kiss. Isma can smell Lelana's cunt, the lioness' womanhood is so wet that a puddle of love juices is forming between hir legs. Isma licks hir lips, upset that it's all going to waste. She shudders, disgusted by hir own thoughts and desires. Shi supposed in another month or two shi'd be so far gone that shi would actually enjoy being the dark elves' sex slave.

"Uh.... UHHHHH!" the lioness moans, arching hir back and shooting hir load into Violet. Violet's eyes open wide, her mouth dropping open as she cums as well. She slowly pulls herself off the lioness. Lelana runs a finger up hir cock, she looks at it, puzzled. Shi looks at hir lover. "What's this?" shi asks, holding up a finger coated with a sticky fluid that's a swirled mix of black, white, and purple.

Violet smiles. "Demon cum." Lelana pricks hir ears with interest. "You're a demon?" Violet shrugs. "Actually your guess would probably be just as good as mine as to what I am." She caresses the dark elf's cheek lightly, kissing hir once more. "You'll never know how much you've helped me just now."

The lioness looks puzzled. "What'd I do?" Violet smiles. "You came in me, that's all." Lelana shrugs. "Oh. You're welcome." Shi returns hir gaze the hir demon cum covered crotch, watching the multicolored liquid seep into hir skin. Violet returns to Isma, trying the triangular lower portion of the cloth around the cat-amputee's midsection.

"Let's get going before someone else shows up." She picks up Isma, and slides another pair of straps on the cloth over her shoulders, she's stronger then she looks. Lelana has begun to finger hirself; shi looks at Violet and Isma pleadingly. "I still need to be fucked, m'lady." Violet smiles, a sadistic smile. "Don't worry, with what you're going to be I'm sure you'll get more then enough of that."

Lelana tilts hir head to the side. "And what am I going to become?" Violet snickers and hooks a thumb in the direction of her back. "Hir." Lelana frowns. "But I don't want to lose my arms and legs." Violet scowls. "I highly doubt shi did either." Lelana looks puzzled. "But how am I supposed to use magic without hands and.... mew!"

Lelana's eyes grow wide; finding that shi no longer has the ability to speak. "You're never going to be able to work magic again, not unless someone changes you back, and considering it's highly unlikely they'll ever find out who you are, that's not going to happen." Lelana pulls hir hand from hir pussy, watching in fascination as hir fingers recede into hir hand, hir hand into hir forearm, and the rest into hir torso.

Hir hair changes color to the deep black of Isma's own hair, white fur emerging all over hir body, which now consists of nothing more then hir torso and head. Shi begins to shrink; in a few seconds with only a few minor differences shi's a mirror image of Isma. Shi lacks Isma's scars, and the tip of hir tail still bears the tuft, which is barely noticeable with the white fur covering the rest of it. Violet has let Lelana's eyes remain as they were, a bright yellow in color, whereas Isma's are blue.

Lelana mews feebly, protesting hir inability to rub hirself. Violet grabs hir head and forces it to the dark-elf-turned-cat-amputee's cock. "Here, suck." Lelana wraps hir lips around hir organ, purring as shi pleasures hirself. Violet reaches behind her head and ruffles Isma's hair. "Let's go."

A purple glows wraps around Isma, she shuts hir eyes, when shi opens then the hallway looks different, colored in shades of black and white, which some places having white spots where they shouldn't be. "It's ok, I just made us invisible, and quiet too. Sounds won't travel any further then about two feet in any direction that we make." explains Violet.

Within a few minutes Violet and Isma have snuck out of the ruined temple and into the surrounding woods. Violet drops the invisibility spell. "Hey, Pretty, c'mere Pretty!" A soft snort, sounding like something coming awake in mid snore, is heard nearby. A large black winged thing approaches. Isma can't see what exactly it is, having Violet's head blocking most of hir view doesn't help. Violet jumps on the beast's saddle. "Hyah!" she shouts, shaking the reins. Isma has here eyes shut as the black creature gets a running start and takes to the air.

After a minute or so Isma opens hir eyes, shi still can't see very much. Shi begins to enjoy the feelings of riding a flying creature. Shi purrs, finally accepting that shi's free, although mean the dark elves wouldn't be THIS creative just to torment hir. Shi yawns and snuggles up to Violet the best shi can strapped in as shi is. For the first time in a long time Isma is looking forward to tomorrow.