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The taste of her own sex lingered on Sean's tongue. The sweet taste of her own musk had made her gag at first, making the woman tormenting her giggle. But soon Elysia went back to work, discarding the tuft of hair and determining to do her damage with just her deft fingers.

Elysia took her sweet time, making sure Sean could see, and feel, the movement of each sensual touch she made against her. She wanted the lionness intimately familiar with every square inch of her sensitive new anatomy. Not one nerve was left untouched. So wet, so sensitive, so animal, so eager to be aroused she was.

Elysia knew exactly how to push her buttons, focusing most on her most delicate areas, where the nerves were most dense. The bundle of flesh that made up her clit, her inner lips, the very outer walls of her of inner folds. She knew exactly where to rub her, eventually finding the g-spot with her thumb, rubbing it over and over. Elysia was guided by Seans reaction when she found the right spots, making her groan and pant with each pleasureful contact.

Whatever dignity Sean had was long gone. The heavy realization of what was happening slapped her in the face each time see saw herself on the mirror. Her wet loins, the swollen overly-stimulated pussy between her legs, her furry tufted tailed whipping back and forth with each jolt of pleasure. Worst of all, her contorted feline face, tongue loling out of her tongue in rhythm with each hot breath that came out of her in rhythm with each touch.

The pleasure was almost excruciating. She wanted so badly to cum. To be brought over the edge. Then perhaps she could at least fall back to the dignity of being angry at what was happening to her. To at least clear her head. But Elysia knew all too well how to keep her on the edge. Just as she was about to make it to the sweet release of orgasm, Elysia would stop her teasing touches, and step aside to make Sean looked at herself in the mirror. They'd connect glances, Sean,s one of desperation, Elysia's one of mocking enjoyment. It was like she wanted Sean to beg her to let her orgasm, only to laugh at her humiliation.

It was a dizzying sequence of unwanted sexual stimulation, denial, and the visual of being forced to see herself in this compromised state. She was a wealthy man. Powerful. Now reduced to a horny lionness just begging to be touched and played with. It was incomprehensible. This couldn't be happening to her!

But she couldn't deny how real her pleasure was. It went on like this for hours. It was near sexual torture. No pain, but the agony of being brought to the edge over and over, only to be left to come back down slowly staring at herself in shame. Being her own witness to her depraved torment. Why wouldn't she let her cum?

Finally, after yet another round of being brought oh so close to delicious climax, Sean felt the binds around her forepaws come loose. They came free of her paws, falling to the side. Her first thought was to stand up. Kill the woman that was torturing her. Or at least to run away. But she couldn't. It was only her forepaws that were untied, and she stared at herself in the mirror still in the awkward sitting positiom.

She held a forepaw up and stared at it. Was this really her hand? Before she could think much more about it, a hand grabbed her by the nape of the neck. She growled in discomfort, then found her head being pushed down, forcing her body to curl over. She opened her eyes. Fortunately her spine was flexible, far more flexible than it had been before. But what concerned her now was the sight of her moist furry crotch right in front of her face! It was a lewd sight. He swollen folds were just an inch in front of her nose. She could feel the warmth of her cunny radiating to her sensitive nose. She took a breath. The musky odor of her own arousal filled her olfactory glands, making her instinctively open her mouth and take in a deeper breath.

Her ears were hot with arousal. It was undeniable. The sheer horror of what she was seeing, smelling, was overridden by her want and desire. Her human mind told her to resist. She growled angrily. But the hands were amazingly strong, keeping her held in that extremely compromising position. Sean gave up her struggle and just sat there limply, staring at her own puffy animal sex.

The slighest movement made her whiskers touch her clit and the lips of her sex, making her grimace from the sensation, only causing the rigid hairs to tickle against the sensitive flesh even more. Her hot breath made the moisture of her folds glisten in the light.

Sean stayed motionless in this awkward position, not daring to make another movement, Despite the inexcapable feeling of her breath, the occasional tickle of her whisker, she managed to stay perfectly still.

But Elysia would have none of that.

Laughing at her, Elysia intervened with her talented fingers. With two fingers she tickled the inner lips once more. With Sean's muzzle just a inch away, she spread the inner lips apart. They came apart like a wet fleshy flower, making a sticky wet sound as they parted, revealing the silky folds inderneath.

Muscles in her pelvis contracted involuntarily as the fingers poked at the inside of her outer lips. The rigid finger nails traced the inner ridge of leading onto her vagina, twirling around it in a circle.

Sean panted at the touch, feeling his own hot humid breath flowing over and between the folds. She could feel her heart beating even faster than before. He tongue hang at the bottom of her mouth. She could practically taste the heat as she sucked in deep breaths of her own scent.

The sight of what was in front of her. The fingers and they pressed deeper, now tickling the exposed inner folds. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. But she needed it.

Elysia watched closely as the lionness opened her maw slightly, her tongue pushing out further between her teeth. The tip of the tongue touched the pussy lips, eliciting a moan from the lionness' throat. Tentatively the tongue felt it's way upward, gently rubbing the clitoris.

Sean grimaced slightly, reacting to the feeling of her sandpaper tongue touching her sex. This time she licked harder, rubbing the rough tip of her tongue against her clit. The tongue gathered a puddle of her sexial fluids that had collected there. The sweet taste of her own arousal assaulted her. It was so much more powerful than a whiff of her scent, so much more intoxicating. She felt her lips quiver.

As horrible the thought of what she was doing was, there was no going back now. The lionness worked her tongue back down towards her vaginal lips, first eagerly lapping at the juices coating her outer lips, then working inwards. The texture of her tongue was so much more stimulating than Elysia's fingers, as if it was designed to stimulate every single nerve. Each rigid hair on her tongue. They assaulted her senses. She lapped at the inside of her swollen inner lips, now joined by the fingers that returned to work their outer edges.

Elysia once again held the lioness' pussy lips apart, giving the tongue a small opening to pass through. The abrasion of the inner walls of her vaginal lips rubbing against the hairs of her tongue were like an explosion of sensations between her loins. She pushed her tongue deeper into herself. The edges of her tongue tightly rubbed against the inner side of her lips as it pressed in. It was the most arousing feeling. She tasted herself and filled herself at the same time. She rotated her head back and forth, allowing the tongue to twist ever so slightly within the tight sleeve of her vaginal walls that wrapped around it so tightly.

The penetrating tongue worked deeper, wedging the pussy lips tightly open around its girth. Thr fingers now moved away and focused on her clitoris instead. Her face was buried into her pelvis, and she panted heavily with the ever increasing pleasure. Elysia laughed at her, and all too happy to help.

Sean could feel the pleasure once again gradually building up, working towards a fever pitch. For a moment the thought of orgasming around her own tongue horrified her. But this thought was soon replaced by the delicious rush of pleasure as her tongue found the tender spot that Elysia's fingers had found so many times before. The fingers rubbing her clit, her inner lips and outer walls straining against her rough tongue from the inside. Her own taste, her own smell. Now the tip of her tongue worked against the g-spot deep inside her, pressing hard against it to set off the dense bundle of nerves there.

Her ears burned. The juices of her female arousal were squeezing out around her tongue, coating the inside if her mouth as she sucked in deeply. The fire building in her loins was intense, and it was all about to explode within her. Mentally, she shoved away the shame that was simultaneously building up inside her, focusing instead on stimulating every sensitive spot between her legs.

Her breathing got more labored and her heart beat harder and faster as she came closer and closer to climax. She felt like her pelvis was going to explode from the inside. She needed this.

Pulling her fingers away, Elysia watched with great satisfaction as Sean pushed herself over the edge. The lionness let out a loud gutteral bellow of pleasure. She could practically see the rippling through the big cat's tongue as the vaginal muscles contracted and spasmed around it. Squirts of vaginal fluid forced out around her tongue with the pressure of each contraction.

The lionness' loins convulsed with the rest of her vaginal muscles, finally subsiding after several hard peaks.

As the physical pleasure of her orgasm began to subside, so did Seans thoughts begin to clear. She pulled her head up slowly. With no hand holding her bent over, she was able to sit back up in her orginal position. She blinked a couple times. Elysia helped her wipe away some of the moisture that matted the fur around her eyes. So that she could see.

The visual evidence of her shame was undeniable. She still hadn't accepted the lionness in the reflection was herself. But now the short fur around her muzzle was matted down, wet with her own fluids. Female sexual fluids. Animal. It clung to her fur in gross globs, a couple strands of it dripping down from her nose. Some of the fluid bubbled as her nostrils flared with her heavy breathing. Her tongue hung down low. Even it was wet with her own juices. The smell, the taste. It linger. She coughed weakly, making a meek effort to get the taste out of her mouth. It was everywhere.

She turned her eyes downwards at the mess between her legs. Her pussy lips were still parted slightly from their violation by her tongue. She twisted her hips in such a way that pressed her folds together momentarily. But the lips soon opened up again with a slick wet noise. The image was startling. She forced herself to look away

Sean then noticed the woman standing next to her, staring at her with a smug grin. In one hand she held a metal ring with a large metal key. In the other, a chain attached to a leather strap

Sean didn't even had a chance to take stock of what was happening when the woman tied the leather strap around her neck, quickly fastening it like a collar. She felt the remainer of the binds that had held her come loose.

Elysia tugged at the leash by the chain leash, beckoning Sean to stand up. "Come," she commanded, tugging at the leash with more force this time. "I have a friend you'll want to meet."

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Sean wasn't even given a chance to recover from the long sessions of teasing and humiliating climax before she found herself being dragged by a chain attached to the collar wrapped around her neck. She was too exhausted to struggle. She clumsily stumbled onto her four legs, allowing Elysia to lead her. Any place would be better here. Anywhere where she could be left alone to fall asleep and wake up from this nightmare. This was only a nightmare after all. Such things as being turned into an animal couldn't even be possible. Soon she would awaken from this.

As she stumbled a couple times, un-used to walking on all fours, she noticed a couple of other lions looking her way. No, not lions. Cougars. She'd completely forget they were there. The rats scurrying around too. Curious the way they looked at her. Intelligent. Sad. Could they be like her too?

Soon they reached one end of the enclosure, where a metal link fence partitioned a small area from the rest of the enclosure. A gate in the fence opened, and she peered inside. It looked like cramped space but it was empty, and Sean didn't resist being pulled in there. The uncomfortably tight collar was let loose and pulled away. Sean stood in the middle of the enclosed area, still dazed and disoriented. Thankfully the woman didn't stay in the pen with her, closing the gate behind her.

She turned to face the gate she'd come through. The brightness of the sun was blinding as she squinted upwards and tried to focus on the woman staring at her from the other side of the fence. The woman only had a mischievous grin on her face. The familar look of smugness sent shivers down her spine, all the way down to the tip of her tail.

She turned around to survey her surroundings. The pen was about 10 ft by 5, at the corner of the larger enclosure she'd been first brought into. The far side was made up of the taller walls of the main enclosure. Thankfully no one else was in here. No threatening instruments. No shackles, no mirrors. Just dirt ground with a bed of straw in the corner.

She licked at an itch around her muzzle. She gagged when she got a tongueful of her own her own semi-dried cum that lingered the. Her cum. The cum that now smeared her face before she had eaten herself out. She was suddenly overcome with shame, reliving the moments before. Images and memories flashed in her mind. She was alone for now. But for what? To give her time to wallow in the deep pool of her humiliation?

Her shame soon turned to anger as she remembered that this was all the woman's doing. What was she thinking? Why had she not torn the bitch's throat out just now when she had a chance?

She turned back around to snarl at where Elysia last stood. Only the woman was no longer there.

Sean's ears perked to the side, turning towards the loud metal clank of something unlocking. She turned around, instinctively crouching to the ground, paws at the ready in front of her. That's when she noticed for the first time another gate on the other side of the pen. A much heavier metal door, on the other side of the larger wall of the enclosure. The door slid open.

Sean felt her tail twitch with agitation. She squinted at the opening in the wall. She couldnt see what was on the other side from her extreme angle, only the vague color of dirt ground. What was coming in? Or was she being set loose?

Sudden feelings of anxiety occupied her thoughts fearing what was in store for her on the other side. Hell no, she decided, crouching down and refusing to move.

She expected the woman to come back and drag her in there. Perfect. She played it docile before but this time she was ready to tear into her. She didn't care what the consequences were. She'd figgure out what to do after the woman was dead~

A few more moments past. Nothing. Then she heard the sound of deep heavy breathing. Her ears perked up, heart beating rapidly. To her horror she watched as the large face of another cat appeared into the entranceway. A huge cat. Another lion. With a mane.

Elysia encouraged the male lion into the mating pen, who was reluctant at first. The original owner had clearly abused him. But he was clearly physically healthy. Very large, at the peak of his breeding age, with a huge thick black mane. Though mentally fragile, he was one fine specimen.

It didn't take long for Brutus, as he was apparently named, to get interested in the new lionness that waited for him inside the mating pen. There was something strange about her. Her body language was hostile, but her scent was intoxicating. Inviting. She was in heat, and she had recently bred. Though he couldn't detect the scent of male on her. Looking around the pen to make sure there was no other male to challenge his claim, he bounded into the pen confidently as she crouched in the corner.

Elysia took her place in an elevated platform conveniently overhead the breeding pen, just out of harms way. With anticipation she watched the lionness backing up in the corner, her legs shaking nervously as the much larger male approached her.

He was well endowed. And although she couldn't see directly from her angle, she could sense that Brutus was very aroused. Already his penis had emerged from its sheath, the barbs of his cock ready to stimulate the female into estrus. As if she wasn't already receptive.

The female didn't put up much a resistance, only backing herself into a quarter taking away any angle of escape. Not like she had any where to run anyway. Before long the male was upon her. Being twice her weight, he positioned her with ease, using one huge paw to hold her head down, the other to swipe beneath her hindquarters, twisting her whole body to the side.

That was all he needed to position himself upon her. Biting into the back of her neck, Brutus forced her lower quarters to go weak in reflex, allowing him to sweep her hind legs beneath her as he lined his haunches above her.

Sean roared as the weight of her rapist fell upon her back. She could feel his heavy breath behind her neck. She could barely muster the energy to resist as he wrapped his legs over hers. To her horror she realized they were positioned like she'd seen lions mate on tv. Her own tail whipped helplessly around behind her, hitting his own. She felt his cock poking behind her. It's tip first pressing against the base of her tail, then working lower towards her vulnerable sex.

Even though she couldn't see it, she knew all too well that a lion,s cock is covered in barbs, meant to rack the female's vaginal walls into releasing her eggs. And that lions could mate for several rounds before the male was satisfied. This was a piece of trivia he'd loved to share with his female partners during his playing days. Now he was about to experience it first hand.

The male poked at her with an urgency that Elysia had lacked with her slow teasing. Soon the male found his mark, forcing his penis into her tender pussy. Sean yowled like a female housecat in heat, the barbs raking against her inner walls much rougher than her tongue had. The male began to hump and thrust wildly. Sean saw flashes as the barbs painfully scraped her swollen tender folds, though doing no actual damage. It was pain mixed with pleasure as the male seemed to be trying to hump her brains out.

She moaned, the sounds of her beastial voice reverberating with the forceful humping of her body. The male bit into the back of her neck as he came closer to ejeculating. The furiousness of it all brought her to the edge much faster than before. They both roared in unison as they came together.

Just like that, it was over. The male pulled away from her once he'd finished injecting his load into her. She lifted her head off the ground and cried at the pain of the penile barbs pulling away, encouraging her fallopian tubes to release their eggs.

He got off her, pacing around the small area of the pen a few times before sitting down to rest. Brutus stared as his mate possessively as he licked a paw.

Sean, mind swirling and finally coming down from the peak of her latest orgasm, just lied down onto her side, physically and mentally exhausted. This can't be real. This can't be real, she told herself over and over again. But it had felt all too real.

And it was. Elysia watched the whole scene with much joy seeing Sean get her due punishment. And she still had much more to go. The lionness just lay there tirely, her tail flipping occasionally to reveal the abused dripping sex between her legs. She took satisfaction knowing that Sean would soon have to experience motherhood. And she would help produce young for those that she had meant to harm.

She smiled as she watched Brutus get back onto all fours, eyeing Sean intently. He intended to go for many more rounds, until a litter of maximal size was assured.

And Elysia intended to give him exactly what he wanted. And she would stay here to watch it all.

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Sean lost count of how many times she'd mated with the male long ago. She didn't even bother counting the days anymore. Nine? Twelve?

The first day had been the roughest. She was kept in the pen with the male for 24 hours, and the male, Brutus as the woman called him, had his way with her as much as he wanted. And he indeed was a brute. She barely bothered resisting him. He was so much larger, and she knew angering him would just get herself hurt, and not any less violated.

It was a marathon of being mounted and feeling his barbed cock thrusting inside her sensitive pussy. He must have taken her at least ten times in a row, only taking short breaks in between the get back in the mood. But it never took long and soon enough she was panting as his weight fell back on her. As bad as the barbs were, the worst was that her body wanted it. Part of her even looked forward to the blissful release of orgasm as she felt the arousal building inside her each time.

And then the moment of ejaculation. That would likely scar her psyche worst of all. Each time he bit into the back of her neck after a flurry of humping she knew what was coming. Sometimes it came before or after her own climax, but the feeling of his hot semen jetting inside of her horrified her to think about. She could practically feel each drop of the hot sticky seed as it filled her up in squirts, the warmth spreading deeper into her than his cock could. She couldn,t help but imagine a sea of lion sperm swimming into her womb (goodness could it even be possible she had a womb?), searching out the eggs waiting within.

Even as their orgasms faded away and Brutus dragged his barbs painfully out of her, she was left with a hot dripping mess of his cum. The image of her pussy lips red and spread apart, white gooey semen dripping out haunted her mind. She wished she had never made the mistake of looking down there. Now she couldn't stop seeing it.

The idea that she could already be pregnant horrified her. The horrid green hair woman was all too eager to remind her all the time, and Brutus didn't hesitate to do the work to make it happen.

After a nightmarish first day or so of near continuous mating, Sean was finally let out of the breeding pen. She'd spent the last several days roaming around the larger enclosure along with the two cougars and the rats. It was clear the cats were transformed humans just like her. She'd considered trying to communicate with them, but for now she wanted to keep her distance. Invite as little trouble as possible. By how they interacted, and how the woman treated them, it was clear they knew each other and had no desire to mate. But the woman would use inventive means to coerce them. Similar to what she'd herself first experienced at her hands. Usually the woman won and the male cougar would end up fuckng the female after resistance broke down.

It was horrible, and she wanted nothing of it, so she kept her distance. What was maybe even worse was that one of the rats seemed to know them as well. And she was the only female of the resident rat population, and the she constantly had the attentions of the males.

Fortunately the woman had left him in relative peace. Perhaps she was out finding other victims, or too busy torturing her other pen-mates, or simply because of good behavior. Sure the woman delighted in taunting her from time to time, especially about future lion cubs. But otherwise she'd ignored her the last few days, just stopping by to give her scraps of meat. Sean didn't want to stir the pot or draw any more attention to herself. At least not until she came to some plan on how to get out of this mess.

The downside was there was no plan. Thinking was depressing because it only reminded her how helpless she was. While she was being ravaged she'd held onto hope this was a horrible dream she soon wake up from. But now that she had the time to think, it seem all the more certain what was happening was real.

She'd come to the ranch to illegally obtain illegal animals, and she'd been very careful to keep where she was going or what she was doing secret. All her communications with the man were from an secret email account no one else knew existed. She'd left her cell phone at home. And the remoteness of this location made in impossible any one would just happen upon this place.

Considering what had been done to her, and what was happening to who knows how many other victims, there was obviously intentionfor her to be released, let alone changed back into a man. She was was here to be fucked by a lion and give birth to his cubs. That much she knew for sure. But what happened then? How long did it take for cubs to develop after all?

She spent most the daytime laying low in the corner or pacing around in thought. Sometimes she stared at the reflection in the mirror, analysing every feature of her face, her body. But never looking at her crotch. Never there. The mental image see almost constantly saw when she closed her eyes was enough.

She tried to ignore the continuous itch between her legs, the nagging beastial side of her mind that wanted to feel Brutus inside of her again, filling her with his seed.

That primal part of her terrified the human part of her. She didn't even dare look down between her legs because of the fear it'd encourage it.

Even though constantly thinking about her situation and the hopelessness of it nearly drove her mad, it helped to push out the other thoughts. The mental image of her wet dripping pussy. The taste of her own arousal. The smell. The weight of the male on her back. His tail twitching against hers, pinning it to the ground. His penis pushing into her. The barbs rasping her sensitive walls. His jaws clenching the back of her neck. Her vaginal walls writhing in orgasm. The gush of hit semen deep inside her, then dripping down her leg. The image of embryos developing deep inside her.

Just one lick. The taste. The arousal building up. It felt so good.

No!!! Sean woke up from her sleep with a start. She opened her eyes and found herself curled into a ball like a housecat, laying in front for the mirror. Her face was buried into her her crotch. To her horror she realized she was licking herself. The taste of her pussy coated her tongue. She could see her aroused inner lips wrapped tightly around its tip.

With a jolt she pulled herself out of a ball, huffing in disgust. She couldn't help but look at he inflamed pussy, reinforcing the image that'd already engrained itself in her head.

"My my," a woman's voice said. Sean looked up, seeing the green haired woman standing on the platform overlooking the enclosure. "I guess your ready for another round."

Sean got up onto her feet, now noticing that she was alone in the enclosure. The cougars were in a mating pen of their own at the other side. Being subjected to more torments no doubt. She looked for the rats. No where to be seen, only the distant squeaking of agitated rats somewhere out of site. Caged somewhere. The familar cries of the female being bred. But that wasn't her concern right now.

With big fearful eyes Sean looked back up towards the woman. She was gone.

Then the horrible sound of the large sliding metal gate connecting the enclosure to the the pen. She backed away slowly, claws digging into the ground ready to run. With the extra space she could at least put up more of a fight. At least prolong the affair. Maybe even force him to back off.

For several agonizing moments she watched the entryway, waiting for Brutus to show his big furry head. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, the heat building up in her sex. Deep down that primal part of her wanted this badly. His cock inside her. She pushed the thought away.

But Brutus didn't enter. Instead something else. Another cat. Black and orange. Not quite as fluffy. But bigger. Even bigger than Brutus.

Sean's legs quivered at the sight of the beast, threatening to give out. Even the animal part of her didn't want this. Not to be killed by this beast. At least that's what the lionness in her thought. The human part knew better.

The Siberian tiger lifted his head, sniffing the air, taking in the scents around him. Her scent. A female's scent.. His left ear was tattered from previous battles. His left eye scarred over and blind. But it only made him look even more terrifying, especially when he looked right at her. As the Tiger slowly made his way through the breeding pen and into the enclosure, he licked his chops with clear intent. Sean fought the reflex to run. That'd only instigate things.

Her legs shook like jello. Running wasn't really even an option anyway. Maybe she could play dead. No way he'd fall for that. And it'd only prolong the inevitable anyway.

After simply staring as the tiger walked slowly towards her, Sean decided to do the least threatening thing possible. She turned around, planted her feet in the air, arched her back, and lifted her tail to him.

Somehow this was the most rational thing to do. She quickly pushed away the thought that part of her actually wanted this. No, that wasn't why. This was about survival. She closed her eyes trying to convince herself this was somehow the defiant thing to do.

Elysia smiled.

Soon the male tiger was sniffing the female's heat. He licked her hard and her square on her sex, making her gasp in a deep deep moan. Elysia watched with much amusement, watching the male sample the willing female. She could sense the struggle going on in the lionness' mind, which pleased Elysia more. The female moaned in undeniable arousal as his tongue explored her folds. Elysia wondered if there might still be room in her belly for hybrid cubs. If not, not matter. There'd be many more opportunities to come.

She watched the male forcefully push the lioness down to her belly, then climbing over her with his massive body. By the looks of if this one would have even more stamina than Brutus. She'd let the two male beasts alternate turns with her and compete for her eggs. It'd be a fun game to see how each litter came out. Perhaps some day they'd even learn to share.

The mental image of the lionness being taken by two males at the same time filled Elysia with excitement. Oh the fun they would have.

Sean, unaware of Elysia plan for her, lifted her head up in a grimace, growling as she felt the tiger forcefully wedge the tip of his penis into her vaginal opening, the barbs ready to follow suit.