[b][u][center]Stream of Horrors For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Danya had expected to wake up somewhere past the Syrian border, perhaps somewhere where they weren’t shooting or bombing anymore. At least, somewhere that didn’t have death waiting for her as an inevitability. When she opened her eyes, she realized two of those hopes had been fulfilled. The room around her was like a small dome, little more than a hut that curved around her head. No windows at the sides, and only an imprint in the wall for a door. Instead, at regular intervals across the walls and ceiling were dozens, if not hundreds, of little camera lenses pointed down at her. At her, and another woman, Danya realized as she turned her head. Tied down to a table just a few feet away was a dark-skinned woman, almost a shadow in the dark room, and… [i]Oh, she couldn’t possibly…[/i] She blushed when she realized that the other woman [i]wasn’t[/i] actually nude, but instead only covered in similar dark clothes as to her skin. That was something, at least. But where were they? C-Click. C-Click. The room suddenly burst with light, and she winced as she tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes closed as the light threatened to blind her. As the brilliance of it slowly faded away, she opened her eyes to slits, looking up the metal walls towards the top. She immediately noticed two things. First, there was a crack in the ceiling, almost like a hydraulic door that would open at the push of a button. It seemed to cover the very top of the room, almost like some sort of hatch leading down into a military facility. Second, there was a window just below it, and staring out through the glass were creatures that she couldn’t believe were real. [i]Demons?[/i] she wondered as she looked at the fox-like creatures. Narrow muzzles pushed out of furry faces, one pure black while the other had a white stripe down the middle of her, almost like a skunk. Neither looked in the least kind, and behind them, tendrils of fur waved back and forth like reeds in the sea. The dark one turned to the other, barking some sort of order, and they stepped out of view. As soon as they disappeared, Danya shivered, looking down at herself. There was little good to discover. Her arms and legs were tied down at her sides, leaving her almost in an H-shape with her limbs pulled out before angling up and down. Her headscarf almost covered her face completely, leaving it hard to breathe, and it was angled in such a way that she could barely squirm her nose around enough to keep from being choked out. As she grunted and squirmed, the other woman began to stir. Danya looked over, whispering. “Are you okay?” “Nnngh…” “Please, please, wake up. We’re in danger.” “What…” Danya shook her head, trying to get the attention of the other woman. She looked so young, more than a handful of years younger than her. How could anyone put anyone in a situation like this? “Do you know where we are?” “No…no, I don’t. Do you?” She shook her head. “What’s the last thing you remember?” “I…I was trying to escape…I had an owner, some European…” “And then you were knocked out?” “Yes.” So, both of them had been brought here while they were unconscious. Someone didn’t want them to know where they were, that was for certain. What had happened to all the other refugees, she wondered? For that matter, what had this other girl’s master gotten for selling her off like this? It didn’t matter now. “I’m Danya.” “Lewa…” “Look. There’s…I don’t know what they are, but there are creatures here. They’re watching us…all these cameras, I don’t know what they’re for, but –” Shiiikt. The sound of a door opening stopped her cold, and the pair of them whipped their eyes around to the source of the sound. Standing in the doorway was the same black and white fox-creature that she’d seen in the window, and in her hands… It hadn’t been that long since the troubles had started, and she knew the look of experimental serums when she saw them. Danya threw herself that much harder into her struggles, her eyes going wide as the creature approached them. The tendrils, the tendrils were tails, swaying as much as the creature did, and they all glowed with some unholy light that bespoke of demonic power. [i]Preserve me,[/i] she prayed as she bruised her wrists and strained her muscles against the impossible restraints. The creature was coming closer and closer, the white stripe down her middle making its physique all the more alien. Familiar bounces and jiggles spread through its body as it got closer, but that muzzle, those tails, those twitching ears; they were impossible, and she felt her soul in jeopardy. The creature stopped at Lewa’s side, first, and Danya had a moment to watch as the monster loomed over the darker woman. There was a moment of silence, some smile from the female… And then it raked its claws across the other woman. Lewa screamed, and she joined her as the furred thing attacked her fellow prisoner. Clothes came flying off in strips, falling out of view in seconds and leaving the other woman completely naked. Even in panic, she could see why this girl would have been kept as a slave, even as she saw the signs of why she would have been sold. Large breasts – barely smaller than the furry thing’s size – leaped free of the fragments of her shirt, and the young woman’s body was marked with scars up and down her legs, and even across her belly and breasts. [i]She left one horror to find another,[/i] Danya thought, struck dumb behind her scarf as she watched the fox-creature pinch and squeeze at Lewa’s body. It was like watching some monster out of a horror movie take its time with its prey, enjoying the torment rather than leaping to the kill. As clawed fingers tortured Lewa’s chest, a needle came up. Danya watched as it slowly descended, the point finding the woman’s nipple and sinking in just a centimeter or two. The sight of it made her tremble, her body aching in sympathy for the other woman as Lewa let out a scream. Some red liquid poured free, injected deep into the pointed peak on the woman’s breast, and was swiftly discarded. The needle flew across the room, almost embedding itself in a camera lens before falling to the floor. [i]Strong,[/i] she thought as she saw the needle crack as it hit the ground. It was the only thought she had time for before the creature was upon her. She shrieked as her shirt and dress were removed in rapid fashion, leaving nothing behind but her underwear and her headscarf. Her bra was ripped off, her panties ignored, and as the creature reached for her headscarf, Danya shrieked, trying in vain to defend it even as the demon thing pulled it off of her. The fox-creature smirked down at her – how a muzzle could smirk, most cruelly – and lowered it down between her legs. Danya whimpered as it was soiled by the creature, the acrid smell of urine filling the air before the scarf was thrown to the floor beside her. Danya shivered as her scarf was dropped to the floor, the wet cloth smacking against the tiles and leaving the smell rising to her nose. It was horrible, but there was no escape from it, just like there was no escape from the many-tailed creature hovering over her. A needle flashed, and just like with Lewa, it pushed down on her nipple and then into it. The slight pinching feeling was followed by something that felt like liquid fire, burning in her chest from the start and spreading down through her breast. It burst into an inferno in her chest, making it hard to breathe, and she wrenched her head to the side as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The creature didn’t say a word. All she did was smirk, and stab the needle into Danya’s other breast. The fire burned ever hotter, and she screamed as it spread down her chest to her stomach, up through her neck like a bonfire screaming to be let free. Whimpered curses and prayers alike fell from her lips as she squirmed in her bonds, everything heating up, everything prickling as the creature walked away from them. The few times that she could look to the side, the other lady looked like she was faring no better. If anything, she looked like she was worse, her eyes rolled back like one driven mad, and her body clenching and tightening to the point where her muscles were popping and swelling in impossible ways. [i]What are they doing to us?[/i] Danya wondered. She knew that there had been chemical tests, weapons testing, done in her homeland, but this felt…different. Painful, yes, but not…not what she thought would be deadly. And why so many cameras for something testing that? She realized that the female creature had disappeared only when the door shut behind her, leaving them alone once more. Struggling to speak, Danya shouted at the cameras, at the room, at anything that would listen. “Let us out! Let us out! This isn’t – AGH! – this isn’t right! We don’t want – agh!” It was so hot, so painful that it was impossible to continue. The Syrian woman wept as she felt the heat clawing its way up her throat and over her vocal cords, almost like something was grinding and swiping at them even as she spoke. This was wrong. This was so, so very wrong… A hissing filled the room, and for one horrible moment, Danya thought that her defiance had led to their execution. She held her breath, even as Lewa screamed and thrashed around on the other side of the room. She waited for her companion to die… But she didn’t. If anything, she calmed, her screams fading away for the moment before sniffing at the air more strongly. She kept holding her breath as her fellow prisoner took a few breaths and sniffs of the air, and when nothing happened, she slowly let her lungs empty and took a cautious breath of her own. It wasn’t…as bad as she thought. It was thick and potent, and smelled almost acidic in its own way, but it wasn’t as horrible as the instant, screaming death that she expected. It didn’t stop the heat, but it kept it from getting worse… Except for one place. Danya blushed in embarrassment as she felt the heat rushing down between her legs, feeling her underwear dampen. She tried to close her legs, knowing that the cameras would see it, but there was nothing to be done. The bright lights would make it clear that it was distorting down there, discoloring, and she begged and pleaded in her prayers that they would think that she was only wetting herself. Each breath made it worse, leaving her panting and gasping in short order, which only fueled the strange heat all the more. The clinging nature of her underwear left her moaning, the pressure on her sex beyond anything that she had felt before. It was like the devil himself had come forth and touched her, tempting her with what she could not have. The window above opened again, and the two tailed creatures looked down on them. She shivered as she stared, seeing that they didn’t bother hiding their bodies. The female stroked the male, squeezing his shaft in easy view for them, and Danya looked away. Then… A great metal groan filled the room, finally distracting her from the pressure on her crotch and the heat building up in it. Danya looked towards the ceiling, and gasped as she saw that a portion of it was sliding away. Starlight, blackness…and moonlight finally could be seen through it. Even seeing the moonlight awakened something in her, making that burning feeling inside of her all the stronger. She gasped for breath as she suddenly arched her back, her body wracked with a sudden ache at the sight of the full moon. Yet, it was nothing compared to what happened to Lewa. As the moonlight fell on her fellow prisoner, the dark-skinned woman suddenly screamed again. Her back arched off of the table hard, and her arms bunched up tight. Her fists clenched, and as Danya watched, she saw…prickles. Little tufts of tiny furs pushing out of the other woman’s fingers, getting thicker with each passing second. “How…no…” She bit her lip, prayers flashing through her mind as she stared at the devastation that was wreaking havoc across the other woman’s body. Yellow fur spread across her fingers, moving up her arm. Black spots occasionally popped into place throughout it, forming a chaotic pattern across her limb, and wherever it went, Lewa’s arm seemed to thicken. Danya gasped as the other woman’s fist came undone, fingers spasming outwards. Soft palms became padded, and slender fingers thickened and became tipped with darkened, blunted claws. She stared at the nails, darkening and extending, curving and blunting towards the tip with a look that was both ferocious and bestial at the same time. [i]Impossible…impossible…[/i] Yet, there it was, right in front of her with evidence that was impossible to ignore. The young woman was rapidly turning into something bestial, something that was less than human. The fur spread further, crossing her shoulders and working down over her chest, passing over her breasts and going further. White fur replaced yellow over her chest and stomach, with the yellow keeping to her sides and back. [i]Will this happen to me?[/i] she wondered as the transformation continued. [i]Am I going to become…that?[/i] It wasn’t just the fact that Lewa was becoming an animal of sorts that scared her. The sheer sexualization of her body made it clear that this could only be the work of demons, hedonistic and horrible. Danya watched in shock as the already-large breasts on the transforming woman started to grow, arching upwards and forward every time that Lewa stretched and squirmed against her restraints, bubbling and growing. Her nipples rose, almost like they were getting tugged forward by invisible hands. Bigger, bigger they stretched, and before long, they were bigger than any whore that she’d seen on the streets of her homeland. Even the most shameless woman would have been struck dumb by the sight of such things. Lewa let out a roar that shocked Danya, but more shocking was the sudden shattering of the changing female’s bonds. Metal ripped out of metal as the half-human, half-feline creature lifted herself from the table, her eyes wild and her head turning this way and that. Feline features continued to grow from her, a tail starting to inch out of the woman’s back, and spreading up along the side of the table now that it had room to grow. Danya tried not to look, but it was impossible to look away as her fellow prisoner started to grope at herself, one hand grabbing at her enlarged breasts while the other ripped off the last bit of her undergarments, throwing her panties off to the far side of the room and ramming thick, clawed fingers inside. The idea of watching another woman masturbate was beyond unholy, but she couldn’t look away. It kept on going, the transformation, the shifting, the way that the other woman looked less and less sane with each passing minute. Danya watched the way that her legs started to grow fur, thickening up in places and slimming down in others. The ankle restraints shifted, undoing themselves as the woman’s heels rose up and her feet altered, becoming thicker in the ball and narrower at the arch. In short order, all the restraints were gone, and Lewa ripped herself off of the table. Danya whimpered, biting her lips to keep quiet as the animal woman fell on all fours, growling and fingering herself with abandon, juices audibly dripping to the floor. Her own arousal was forgotten as she stared at the cheetah-like woman, seeing her hips swell and her body alter further. Muscles slimmed down, no longer so huge along her arms and legs, but with a strength and speed that seemed positively unnatural, almost demonic. As her tail twitched around, Lewa lifted her head, and Danya was made to see the final shift. Her eyes turned from brown to blue, and her face, already covered fur, started to push forward in the almost triangular shape of a cat’s face. The woman’s nose darkened yet further, and tear-marks spread down her eyes over the fur, following her face as it was pushed out from inside. Danya realized she was screaming, and she couldn’t stop herself. It was horrific beyond measure, and she felt that it was coming to her, next. Lewa – or what had been Lewa – roared towards the ceiling. The feline creature had lost all semblance of humanity, becoming a dripping, lustful beast of hell. The Syrian woman whispered her prayers, still, begging for salvation… But none came. The roof creaked again, and the moonlight spread across the floor. She stared at it, inching away from it as it came closer and closer as much as her restraints would allow. Her arms and legs were spread too far to save, but she had the irrational idea that if she could save her head, she would be safe. The light fell on her hand, and she screamed at the sudden cracking feeling along her flesh. She kept screaming as she looked down at her hand, her breath coming at a faster and faster pant as her fingers started to sprout the same prickly tufts of fur that she’d seen rising from Lewa’s skin – No, not the same. Different. Not yellow, but orange. Orange and black, spreading up along her fingers and towards her arm. She wrenched at her restraints, willing to lose her hand if she could keep her humanity, but the bonds were too tight. It spread further and further, her nails twisting into claws before her very eyes, and her fingers thickening with more than fur. They seemed to blunt and shorten, becoming more like a combination of toes and fingers, dexterous enough to touch and use things, but not as well as a human. As the fur and fire went up her arm, she tried to keep from screaming. Tried…tried so hard… Her jaws ached, but she managed it. Danya sweated as she looked down at her thickening limb, seeing the muscle pouring onto her even as the fur swept over it, veins and bulges popping out along her arm in the process. She felt the power behind it…and wrenched at it. The metal restraint finally broke, and she rolled her body away from the moonlight encroaching on her. She grabbed at her neck, her other wrist, and shattered those pieces as well. She was able to sit up – “RAWR!” Only for Lewa to come flying out of nowhere. Danya slammed back down on the table, her head rattling against the metal from the hard impact, and groaned as she looked up at the other female. There was no longer madness there, only cunning, only need. The fire in the cheetah-woman’s eyes was something from the depths of horrors itself, and Danya knew it would soon be in her own eyes, as well. She gasped as a finger slipped between her legs, a claw slicing through her soaked underwear before a finger slipped inside of her. She arched her back off of the table, the simple penetration beyond anything that she had ever imagined, anything that she had ever experienced before. The heat burned in her, begging for her to give into it, to get more. Danya groaned, shakily bringing one hand up…but no sooner had she grabbed hold of the cheetah’s shoulder than the other woman brought that hand down. She felt the heat, the wetness of another woman for the first time, and wailed. [i]No, I can’t…it is against…[/i] She bit her lip as a second finger forced itself inside of her, forcing her up against the table again, her restraints cutting into her waist and her legs. The fur was already spreading up and over her chest, the moonlight burning her skin wherever the fur was not. She screamed as it filled her breasts with fire before the fur spread over them, white and gentle, and shrieked as it passed down her belly, between her legs. “Give in…” It was the first words that Lewa had said since the transformation, and the only thing that was in Danya’s mind not to do. She could feel the curse flowing through her, the power of these devils burning at her mind. They wanted her to give in. They wanted her to become something that she was not. She wouldn’t…wouldn’t… Pleasure flared in her chest as she grew, her modest size becoming ever more extreme. Danya pressed her body upwards, her fingers curling in the cheetah’s sex as Lewa reached for her. The soft groping, something she would have shoved away any other time, left her moaning and whimpering for more as it happened. Her nipples hardened against the padded palms of the cheetah, and she begged for forgiveness. [i]I don’t want this. Please, forgive me…forgive me for giving in to this sinful feeling…[/i] It didn’t help her, only humiliated her further. The changes rippled down her, adding to her muscle, her size. Oh, her size. She was streaking upwards, her hips ripping through the metal binding at her waist, even as the cheetah over her continued to grow. They had both passed six feet in height, seven, and were approaching eight. With a last-ditch effort, Danya growled and grabbed hold of the cheetah. She threw her off with the hand at her sex, and felt some small satisfaction as the somewhat smaller feline crashed into a wall on the other side of the room. She sat up, ripping the last of her restraints off, and wobbled out of the moonlight. She was aware of her tail, cracking at the small of her back as it grew outwards, and she was more than aware of her shifting balance as her body continued to form to some great exaggeration of the female body. Pulling herself up at the side of the table, she teetered back and forth on changing feet, feeling her toes grinding together as they changed sizes, as her heels drew up and off of the ground. All the while, the heat burned between her legs, threatening to overwhelm what was left of her mind. The beast she was becoming needed satisfaction, needed stimulation, and it begged her to grant it. [i]No…I won’t…can’t…[/i] She shivered, grabbing her hands and holding them tight in a gesture of prayer. She would not touch herself. She would not – The cheetah. She came shooting out of the darkness again, and this time, Danya was ready. With a roar of her own, she grabbed the other female around the waist and swung her into the ground. The room shook from the power of the blow, and she straddled the cheetah, holding her down as she raised a fist. “Stop this! This…this isn’t right! Not for any woman!” “We aren’t women!” No, they weren’t…but it wasn’t an…an excuse… Oh god, she burned. She could feel the heat flaring between her legs, almost like the reflection of heat off of her clothes when she got a sunburn. It begged for satisfaction, and the fur on the cheetah’s belly was so soft… Danya only realized that she was grinding against the other female when she felt herself on the edge of orgasm. She struggled to get up, but it was too late. Lewa grabbed her, pulling her back down by her hips, and grinned as evil a grin as she had ever seen. “Cum, woman…cum and be a beast…” It was everything she hated…and everything that she needed. Danya moaned as she gave in, her hips thrusting forward, her clit grinding against the soft fur against her sex. She moaned louder, louder, her hands pressing down against the ground as her face warped. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her claws sunk into the ground – “NNNNNNGH!” She moaned and roared at the same time, throwing her head back as her face warped into a short, triangular muzzle, the striped lines of a tiger running down her body as she came. She squirted all over the cheetah’s belly, soaking it in her scent and her need, and she couldn’t stop herself. The beast needed more, and she’d surrendered to the beast. It grabbed the cheetah, pulling her up and to her knees as Danya stood up all the way. The beast held Lewa still with one hand, and grabbed hold of the outer lips of her sex with the other. The cheetah was ground into her, forced right into her sex, and the feeling of that rough tongue working her over… Danya felt herself fading, the beast taking over as it grabbed hold of her from inside. The sensation of that tongue only made it worse, taking control of her and seeking greater and greater perversions. The feeling of a woman – no, a beast’s – tongue between her legs was only the beginning… [i]She humps the face of the smaller feline, grinding her pussy against her again and again until she cums, squirting and marking the smaller female as her property. She pins the female beneath her, sitting on her and getting that eager tongue up her ass, feeling it licking her clean, making her feel good, making her feel right. She rewards the cheetah with a good licking of her own, forcing Lewa over the side of a table, making the littler feline moan and cum again and again. This is not marking, but it is a reward, making the little one – the slave – know its place. She grabs a piece of broken metal, bending it around so that one end fits in her pussy, and the other end points forward like a male. Chuckling, she keeps the cheetah bent over and starts fucking her, slamming into her with everything that she has to offer, fucking her over until they both cum from the strange sensations.[/i] The sex kept going, further than any human stamina would have had the capability to continue, and with each successive orgasm, Danya lost herself that much more. # Srdjan looked down upon the debauchery going on in the chamber, and found himself almost bored with it. The simple act of forcing transformation on two individuals had hardly been difficult, and he had done it often enough that the only excitement that came from it these days was the initial fear. That, at least, never lost its flavor. His sister bounced on his cock with abandon as they watched the show, Ksenija’s tails flaring around in such a way that he almost couldn’t see the show that they were filming. Perhaps it was for the best; she was a better sight than them, anyway. He spanked her, and she moaned for him, tightening up around his knot. The kitsune smirked. “You still enjoy this, sister?” “I enjoy you, brother.” “Then all is proper.” He looked down at the email open on one of his consoles. The client was getting impatient for the video file, but the show was almost over. He would be able to send it along momentarily. Then, a few days later, he would allow it out as a stream for select customers. Clipped, of course, rather than the full version that the client received. One had to ensure that the flow of business remained steady. Srdjan pulled out of his sister, leaving her pussy gaping, as he looked down at the pair of rutting females. They were still taking their time with each other; their stamina certainly wasn’t an issue, but it was clear that they were establishing a pecking order. He’d expected the shy woman to be the one that submitted, but perhaps the long-term repression had given her the dominance she needed to rule their little group. It was rather amusing to see the cheetah be forced to drink from the tigress’s cunt, after all. He hadn’t forced them to do that, but perhaps his sister’s display earlier had been something to inspire them. Speaking of which… “Sister.” “Yes?” “Please do not improvise with your piss play the next time. The client did not ask for that. Most others would have been quite displeased, and with the work that involves, I would have ended up displeased myself.” He turned, noting her moment of fear. It was always there, when he was displeased. He encouraged it, usually with electro-shocks, torture, and filming her when they were short of subjects and needed to make up a short film to pacify some clients. “Do you understand me?” “Of course, brother. Of course.” “Good. Now, return to what you were doing.” He sat down again, and she mounted his shaft once more. She didn’t waste any time getting back to knot-fucking herself, and he didn’t stop her. Better she remember her place on her own rather than him having to remind her. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]