Adultery
Revenge
Adultery
Rain fell lightly outside the upper class suburban home; the gentle sound of the drops filling the room. Occasionally, a flash of lightening would fill the room with brilliant radiance, revealing a beautiful young woman lying on a simple brass bed. Only a ratty old mattress supported her, no sheets, no comforter, and no pillows. She was naked, spread eagle, her flawless skin and youthful firm breasts exposed to the slight chill in the air.
She wasn't here voluntarily, of course, the young woman had been violently dragged in and heaved on the odorous, stained mattress, her delicate wrists and ankles bound with strong, abrasive rope to the bed frame, preventing little movement.
Amy Mitchell's eyes fluttered open, their vivid brown irises adjusting to the blank darkness. The gorgeous blond could make very little out of the room, just a paned glass window, lit from behind by a solitary streetlight. Fear struck her heart, she had no idea where she was, and the coolness against her skin testified to her nudity.
"Frightened, little girl?" a female voice in dark said, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Who... who's there?" Amy spoke to the darkness, her robust, full lips trembling. The powerful, confident voice laughed quietly.
"What? Don't recognize me, my voice anyway?" Amy ignored the snidely put forth remark.
"Where am I? What is this place?"
"What, didn't he fuck you in here, didn't these walls hear 'oh, oh, Mr. Fairbanks, fuck me, fuck me!' didn't they?" The woman's voice said.
Amy was becoming frustrated and angrily pulled on her restraints. "Who the hell are you?" she growled furiously.
"Still don't recognize my lovely voice? You really are a stupid girl." The voice changed suddenly, becoming softer and kinder, "Oh, hello, Ms. Mitchell, is Daniel in?"
The realization hit Amy like a ton of bricks. "Mrs. - Mrs. Fairbanks?"
"Ah ha! You did it! Oh, Daniel insisted you weren't a stupid bimbo but, well... let's just say your skills of deductive reasoning prove otherwise. I remember when I was your age; I was beautiful as well you see. Oh, the world is your platter, there for your taking. A bat of the eye, a jut of the chest and the man was yours. Oh, the world_is_delectable isn't it?"
Of course Amy knew what is was talking about. "Please, Mrs. Fairbanks, please! He seduced me!" She was lying, naturally, and Heather Fairbanks knew it. Amy cringed when the older woman burst out laughing.
"Good try, silly girl, good try. Daniel couldn't seduce a goat and you with your tight ass, peppy tits, and pretty pink cunt? No, I can't blame the stupid jackass _too_much." Heather stepped forward in the dark, her heavy boots clunking, the noise resonating in the shadows. She placed the long razor sharp dagger in between the girl's perfect breasts. Amy shuddered against the cold blade as Heather gently guided its point across her chest and belly.
"You see how easy it would be? And me, a city commissioner, it would be _so_simple to hide the crime, a pretty young slut, killed in the street. I could have killed Daniel as well." She rested the point on Amy's adorable little left nipple and pressed lightly, forcing a gasp.
"Please! Please don't kill me! It didn't mean anything, Mrs. Fairbanks! Oh god!"
"Shut up, you damned bimbo! I'm not going to kill you. It's far too easy. But I will eliminate you, at least in your current form."
"What?!"
"Hmm, the same way I eliminated that cheating bastard."
* * *
The Previous Night
Heather walked into Brown's Arabians stables glancing once across the empty gravel parking lot, making certain that she and Duncan were alone. Once assured of her solitude she entered and immediately relaxed. She always enjoyed being here with the horses and tonight it was very comforting. She could hear the horses sleeping, the quiet huffing of their breath.
After checking in on her horse, a magnificent Persian Arab named Con, she sauntered over to a bright source of light, were Duncan Brown, the stables owner waited, stood gazing into an enclosed stall through a barred window. He looked over at her and grinned broadly.
"Hello, Heather, I was afraid you wouldn't come." He said with the English accent Heather adored. They hugged and kissed, not a friendly peck, but deep and passionate.
"Of course I came. I want to see his eyes when he realizes I caught him. He wasn't too difficult was he?"
"No, he was at the pub, just as you said. I slipped him the mickey and he passed out five minutes later. Everyone thought he was drunk, so I, being his 'best friend', volunteered to drive him home. I love you, Heather dear, when we transformed Maria, you didn't take it well. Are you sure?" Maria, a transient and cocaine addict had been a test to make sure the potion and spell worked. It worked marvelously, and the stinky hobo was now a perfect gray Arab mare, sleeping just a few feet away.
"I'll be fine, Duncan, it was incredible and I was shocked, but don't worry."
Duncan shrugged and pointed in the stall. "He's been stirring a bit, shouldn't be too much longer before he comes 'round." He kissed her again. "I love you, if you feel... sick or anything, just leave, alright."
She nodded, having no intention of doing so. The naked man lying in the finally startled awake and began swearing at his hang over. Daniel's body was still strong, though the effects of aging had taken hold of his forty-six year old body. He had a small paunch and his sandy blond hair, covered with straw, was graying slightly.
"Ugh, where the hell am I?" he said, mostly to himself, not aware he wasn't alone.
"Brown's Arab Stables, chap." Duncan said, greatly exaggerating his accent to the point of annoyance.
"Who the hell are you?" Daniel said, irritated at the cheerful voice for intruding on his misery.
"Duncan, Mr. Fairbanks, Duncan Brown, a friend of your wife." Duncan answered.
"Where are my clothes? Let me out of here."
"Can't do that sir."
"The hell you can! Get me the fuck out of here!" Daniel roared then cringed and held his head, regretting his outburst.
"Like I said, can't do that." Duncan said cheerfully.
"Why the hell not?!!"
"I won't let him." Heather stepped forward so she could be seen. She nervously brushed a lock of auburn hair aside and breathed deeply, reinforcing her will.
"Oh, thank god, Heather, get me out of here! This mad man won't let me out!"
"Recognize her?" Heather said, ignoring his pleas and flipped an 8x10 photo into the stall. Daniel drunkenly picked up the photo and his jaw dropped in terror.
"Heather, please, I can explain! She means nothing! Really! Nothing! I love you!"
"Oh give me a break, you pile of shit! I bring you lunch at your office and what do I find! This! A nude photo of your girlfriend" She pointed at the incriminating evidence. "Plastered on your computer! I thought it was some mistake, but what do I find? Used condoms in the trash can! More photos of little miss blond cunt and others."
"Please, Heather they're not mine!"
"Blondie's on _your_desk in that photo, Danny Boy! _Your_office! Not to mention I had the condoms tested. Your cum, Blondie's jizm!" She snorted in disgust. "Do it, Duncan, let's prove just how much of a jackass ol' Danny Boy is!" Duncan nodded gladly and tossed a delicate glass bottle in the stall where it shattered and together he and Heather began chanting in an archaic language. The spilled liquid turned into sparkling blue mist and swirled around the terrified man in the stall. With a thunderous clap the mist lunged into Daniel and the couple ended their chant, smiling gleefully.
Daniel knelt naked before them, trying to understand what had happened. He looked at himself and once he realized nothing was amiss looked up at his antagonists.
"Nice light show, but nothing doing you fuckers. You've really lost - oh god!" He doubled over clutching his middle; sweat began beading across his exposed body. Both Heather and Duncan excitedly looked in, arrogant smiles across their faces.
"You were saying, Danny Boy?" Duncan said.
"Go to hell!" Daniel growled through gritted teeth. "You've _OH!_You've got to get me to hospital!"
"Why would we do that, Danny Boy?" Heather said a nasty grin on her face.
"It" he gasped. "It hurts all over! AHHH!!!" As he screamed his flaccid dick perked up in response, becoming stiff and rigid, and the veins pulsing with blood.
"My - my cock! It's - going - to explode!!" but it didn't explode, instead it grew, his average sized human penis gaining length and girth, losing it's refined shape, instead becoming primitive and animalistic. Daniel's testicles swelled, appropriately sized for a virile donkey.
"Please, Heather, make it stop! I'll give you whatever you want!" He pleaded, his lips thickening, his face just beginning bulge into a muzzle. A tufted tail sprouted tickling his buttocks, providing a disturbing feeling.
"What and spoil the fun? Heaven's no, dear husband. Duncan and I can live quite nicely on that 5.3 million dollar life insurance policy of yours and selling your offspring of course." He gazed at them in shock his mouth and eyes wide open, it was rather comical with his fuzzy ears lengthening.
His pelvis cracked and his legs changed, hard horn material developing on the ends. Slowly, his equine pecker began to soften and recede back into its protective sheath.
"Oh," Heather said mockingly, "can't little Danny come out and play?" Duncan smirked and pulled out a Ziploc bag containing moist paper towels.
"See these, Danny Boy?" he held them out to the changing man. "Five of my best mare's juices in the prime of their heat, one powerful punch." He opened them and already the perfumes floated to Daniel's enhanced nose, absently he curled back his upper lip in the classic response.
"Paaalease no, don't!!!" The donkey-man struggled to say. Duncan tossed the moist towels into the pen.
"Too late, I did." Daniel reacted immediately, his cock launched from his sheath already dripping with pre-cum. He began grunting and rutting with air, his rigid tool slapping his growing belly. A wild look in his eyes could be seen as the remainder of the human Daniel lost its battle with the donkey Danny Boy. He struggled to contain the incredible urges but it was in vain. He fell over on his side as the equine version of masturbation produced copious amounts of lumpy donkey cum splattering in the straw where it began to congeal.
Gray fur covered Danny in the classic donkey fashion, with a black dorsal stripe running down his spine. He raised himself up, his eyes wild, still drawing in the commanding estrus scents. His arms finished transforming and the stiff brush of a donkey's mane grew in.
"He haw he haw he haw!" he swore at the pair who only laughed.
"Your dick is hanging half way out, Danny Boy!" Heather laughed and pointed. The donkey looked and tried to maneuver his body for some modesty.
"So, my love, what do we have in store for ol' Danny Boy here?" Heather asked Duncan, her hand inside his pants, caressing his member. She already knew the plans, of course, but wanted her ex-husband to hear.
"Well, my dearest, I have a man coming tomorrow with three fine quarter horse mares, he wants some mules to sell out west." Daniel's eyes widened into more terror, a terrible ruckus followed the lovely couple as they left the stables, leaving the donkey braying and kicking in his pen.
* * *
Mrs. Fairbanks had stopped speaking sometime ago, and slowly Amy slipped into a fitful daze, almost asleep but not quite. The sound of the front door closing reverberated through the house, getting Amy's full attention.
"Help! Help! Please help!" She hollered
"Oh shut up you stupid cunt." Heather said. "He isn't here to help you, he's my lover dimwit." Amy's heart sank at the explanation. Below they could hear banging of pots and pans then finally someone making their way up the stairs. The door way opened and Duncan entered followed by a blast of light from the hallway.
"She's ready then?" He asked.
"Yes, do we have Turbo?" She inquired about the Rottweiler stud they had barrowed for the night.
He nodded. "He's downstairs, eating."
"Alright, let's begin." She turned on a floor lamp and with a _snick_the room filled with dim incandescent light. For the first time Amy was able to see her captors' faces. She easily recognized Heather Fairbanks, her boss's wife. The woman was clad in black sweats and heavy boots. Her auburn hair tussled as if it had been confined in a cap then released. She didn't recognize the tall dark haired man who stood next to Heather.
The auburn haired woman bent down, below where Amy could see. She heard a zipper being undone then rummaging in a bag.
"Ah, here it is." Heather stood, now holding what appeared to be an ordinary bottle of lotion. She came forward and ran her hand over Amy's breast and down her stomach, finally settling in the young woman's crotch, stroking her vulva. Amy turned her head, disgusted with those around her.
"Please stop" She whispered. Heather continued to massage the area then began tugging at Amy's ample clitoris sending waves of unwanted pleasure through the woman. Heather stopped and pumped the lotion bottle, the glop inside shimmered with iridescence. Rubbing her hands together she then placed her hand upon Amy, her fingers in the young woman's pubic brush.
"You might like this." She said, her lips spreading into a grin.
"Fuck you"
Heather massaged the substance in, making sure to get plenty in side Amy's vagina. Then she retrieved what appeared to be a huge syringe full of similar slime. Amy gasped as it was inserted into her loins and as the cool liquid filled her womb. There was so much of the chilly liquid Amy could watch as her stomach bloated in a deranged pregnancy.
"Please! Please stop!" Finally the syringe was removed and Heather patted Amy's swollen belly.
"You're probably wondering what that is, hmm?" Amy looked, not giving her the dignity her attention but Heather continued. "A potion really, a mixture of various rare herbs and of course dog semen. Already it has begun to seep through your body; soon you will be Turbo's bitch." She smiled wickedly. Amy turned her head.
"You're insane."
"We'll see. Do you feel it? It should be working on your ovaries by now. Soon you will be in a heat suitable for any beast, willing to fuck anything." At first Amy didn't feel anything but warmth erupted from deep inside her abdomen. Amy moaned, she could actually feel her organs moving, her uterus and ovaries then working through to her vagina and finally she could feel the lips of her sex change.
"Ah, there we go, now you have a cute little doggie cunt!" Heather said in a high pitched baby voice. "Get Turbo" She said to Duncan.
The enormous Rottweiler bounded up the stairs and gazed into the room, his acute nose detecting the first scents of a heated bitch.
"Who's a good boy?" Heather said in a cutesy voice. "Come on Turbo! Come on, Turbo on the bed!" She patted the mattress between Amy's legs. The colossal dog jumped on the bed, panting and licking his chops. Amy could see his hot red cock poking out of the sheath in anticipation.
"Right here, boy, right here!" Heather tapped Amy's love mound. The big dog sniffed there his cold nose sending shivers through Amy. Heat spread through and she desperately wanted the dog. He began lick her, his rough tongue stimulating every nerve in her body. Despite herself Amy pushed back forcing Turbo's long, wet tongue deeper inside.
She felt new mammary glands develop along her slender torso the sensitive nipples pushing through her skin. In her sex induced haze she didn't realize that her captors had cut her restrains. When Amy figured it out she rolled onto all fours, presenting herself to her mate, wagging her stumpy little tail. Turbo took one last slurp of the cunt before him, making his bitch shudder with delight. He mounted, wrapping his fore legs around Amy's hour-glass figure. It took a few thrusts before he found her hole, and then slammed his knot deep inside. A muzzle burst forth from the girl's face while she howled like the bitch she was becoming.
"Erotic, isn't it?" Heather whispered seductively into Duncan's ear as he watched the bitch's bosom sway hypnotically. The sexual tension in the room decreased as the sound of Amy's bones shifting could be heard. By the time they were done the secretary's body was much more dog like. Amy the Rottweiler bitch was quickly losing all human intelligence. The bitch looked over to her new owners as she was humped, a canine grin spread across her fuzzy muzzle. Black and tan fur covered her body in the typical Rottweiler pattern.
Finally Turbo stiffened as his valuable seed ejaculated into the bitch's womb. He waited moment then lifted his leg over her to wait for his knot to deflate.
"Oh no..." Duncan murmured as he looked the new bitch over. "Her tail."
"So? What about it?" Heather asked, concerned.
"Rottweiler's are supposed to have their tails cropped. Amy has a long one. You know, its cut when they're puppies, Amy was never a puppy."
"Oh it's fine, I don't care, and I think she's beautiful." Heather scratched the bitch behind her ear, making the improper tail wag. With sucking _pop_Turbo's cock slid out freeing them. The brand new bitch licked her new owner's face.
"Oh ho, see? She loves me already!" Heather rubbed the powerful dog's body and sat down to play. Duncan could only smile as his lover wrestled with her husband's mistress.
* * *
3 Months Later
Amy lumbered into the kitchen as Heather poured her food into her dish. As she greedily slurped it up her puppies followed behind and began nursing as she fed herself. Heather smiled at the scene holding her slightly swollen stomach and imaged her own tits growing huge like Amy's, swaying heavily with milk.
She had been impregnated on their honeymoon, and both she and Duncan were thrilled. Amy shared in her pregnancy, but of course a dog's gestation is much shorter. Heather turned when she heard the kitchen door open.
"Hello honey." Duncan kissed her, "hello, Amy, kids." Amy only looked up momentarily before returning to her food. "Long day... oh! I had a man make an offer for Danny Boy."
"Really? How is that jackass anyway?"
Duncan shrugged. "Every time he covers a mare or jenny, more intelligence is lost. It should be safe to get rid of him by now." Heather nodded. "But how are you?" He said, concerned for his pregnant wife.
"Good, good, I feel fine. Do you think I'll look like that?" She pointed at Amy.
"Oh no, you're much too pretty to look like a dog." She laughed and shoved him.
"I mean my boobs!"
"Oh. I certainly hope so."
"Oh, you!" She shoved him again.
"You know can still fool around." He said, stepping closer and began massaging Heather's sensitive nipples.
"Mmm, alright let's go." She grabbed his crotch.
Amy looked up at her masters and disinterested shambled to her bed, her hungry young trailing along.
Fin