She looked for all the world like a teenager waking up in her own bed after a wild night.  It was still night, and as she ran a hand through her disheveled black hair, and blinked bloodshot eyes at the elegant wardrobe across from the bed, the illusion remained.  When the panic started to set in, the illusion faded quickly.  

There was no vanity, but a man's dresser.  No mirror.  The sheets were very high quality satin, black and shimmery in the golden glow of the lighting, which seemed to be turned down or was using especially weak bulbs.  Worst of all was the delicate, translucent lack baby-doll lingerie she was wearing.  

That was because she didn't own any lingerie like it.  

As she started to rise a man stepped out of the darkness near her and she bit back a scream.  Her eyes widened as she recognized him from the party that evening – last evening?  She had no idea how long she had been unconscious.  There were no clocks, no windows.  No way to tell time or location.  

Yanking the covers up to her chest to cover her clearly visible breasts, the young woman looked frantically for her clothing.  

“Now now, my dear, just relax.”  Despite her fear, she found herself relaxing, her hands dropping and her eyes moving to gaze into the deep blue eyes of the man who had addressed her.  He was lean, pale, and his hair was long,  A few scars decorated his bare chest, like he'd been in a  knife fight.  Sword fight, her lethargic brain told her, even as the part that was still awake told her to get up, to run, to scream, to flee for her life.  All he was wearing were  pair of black silk pants which clearly outlined his intent.

He sat on the edge of the bed and she stared at him, her lips parted, her breaths slow and steady.  She didn't move away as he stroked black curls away from her eyes.  “I thought you were the perfect one.  New in town, no family, no ties to the community, just perfect for my friend and I to enjoy.”  She recoiled in disgust and horror – or at least, she tried.  Her body simply didn't obey.  “What's your name, beautiful?”  As he spoke his hand slowly caressed her neck, her breast, lightly traced her nipple through the material that covered it.  

Trying to scream failed miserably, and she answered in a soft, husky voice.  She leaned into his touch, moved closer to him even as her mind recoiled in disgust and terror.

“Karen....a simple, prosaic name for such a lovely young woman.  Terribly forgettable.”  He looked to the door, which prompted her to look at the door even as her captive brain screamed at him for mispronouncing and misunderstanding her name.  “Ah, excellent.  He's home.”

The bedroom door opened to reveal a man who must have been nearly seven feet tall.  Muscular, powerfully built, and hirsute, the beast of a man was naked, and tumescent.  Not erect, because the size of him made it impossible for him to be fully erect.  Her mind quailed at the sight, and she was certain that this night was going to end in a horrible death.  Her body didn't react at all, save to become more aroused as the lean man with the lilting accent kissed the back of her neck and stroked her bared belly. 

“Sorry it took so long, Gustav.  I wanted to make sure no one would interrupt.”  He grinned, white, sharp teeth gleaming wetly in the dim light.  “No one will interrupt.”  

Even the lean man's hypnotic power couldn't suppress the atavistic shudder that went through the delicate young woman.  

Laughing softly, Gustav's hand pulled the sheets away from her legs, and the gargantuan body-builder looked down with eyes that spoke of hungers far beyond merely sexual.  “Is she not a fine young woman, Leopold?  Sweet Karen barely remembers meeting us last night.  Not that it will matter in the end, of course.”  

She did remember.  Gustav and Leopold had been speaking together at the bar as she'd served drinks last night.  She had been working, keeping to herself.  She'd gotten off work a little before midnight, and had been walking out to the car....the bouncer had left her in the dark alone, then the blue-white eyes had fixed upon hers and she'd woken in a body that wouldn't obey, trapped with two men who were clearly going to use her and probably going to kill her.  

And she'd been doing so well!

Gustav's hand slipped lower, between her legs and she gasped, her head rolling back as his fingers rubbed the thin silk between her legs against the softness that lay beneath.  It felt good, but her skin crawled, and she struggled to resist, to close her legs rather than part them further.  His fingers stroked and pressed, opened her to the sensations and she mewled softly, a tiny kittenish noise.  His lips stroked her neck as he kissed, suckled lightly.  His other hand moved to cup her breast through the thin material.  She turned her head to capture his mouth....

Leopold watched as they kissed, this manhood thick and swollen, still hanging, but clearly as tumescent as he could get.  He was more than ten inches in length and his girth exceeded that of the slender girl's wrist.  There was no way she would be able to take that without pain, and despair started to filter into the remnant of her waking mind even as Gustav slowly undressed her for Leopold to see.

“Boyish, yet not a boy at all....enough of a compromise, Leopold?”  The pale, slender man's fingers were cool against her skin.  At first she'd thought it was merely the clothing, but as his hand slipped into the panties she'd been given – whose were they, why was she wearing them at all? – the shock of his chilled flesh against her soft, wet petals and into her tight channel revealed it was not the fault of her clothing.  She arched her hips, pressing against his invasive touch even as her mind railed against it.  “And eager enough, now.”  

Withdrawing his fingers he offered them to the huge man, who stepped close and went to one knee at the foot of the bed.  He inhaled the scent of her wetness, then slowly licked Gustav's fingers clean; his yellow-brown eyes rolled wildly as he did so, as though it were some fantastic drug and not the girl's juices that his tongue....his really long, really flexible tongue....  The girl whimpered as Leopold turned his feral gaze on her and grabbed her by the back of the neck.  “Come here, pretty girl,” he growled deeply, his pointed teeth shining in a smile far too wide for a human mouth.  

He pulled her forward, onto her hands and knees as the grey, elongated fingers of Gustav slipped her panties off.  She glanced back, and her heart should have burst in her chest as she saw the two rows of needle sharp teeth, the tightly drawn, smooth grey skin, the brittle, glassy hair, the blood-soaked eyes of black and crimson gazing at her.  His voice was still beautiful, the lilting accent soft and warm and the part of her mind that was free shrieked in helpless frustration.  “Not nearly the beautiful things that the writers would have you think, pretty Karen, it is true.  But we do have our little joys, despite that.”  A long, purplish worm of a tongue slipped from between the rows of needles to slide along her bare bottom, and then into her wetness, tasting what Leopold had already tasted.  She closed her eyes and pushed back, her body demanding more attention.

Leopold's mouth covered hers....and her glistening, tearful eyes shot open as the covering included both of her cheeks as well.  The wolf's massive muzzle covered her mouth and most of her lower face, the ribbon of his tongue forced deep into her mouth and throat.  She choked, swallowed, licked at the invasive kiss; her nipples ached as Gustav plucked at them firmly while licking deeply and slowly.  The beast man was still between beast and man, his limbs longer, legs strangely shaped, his face half muzzle and wholly animalistic, his yellow eyes gleaming and intelligent.  

A soft gasp drowned in the kiss as the wolf-man reached under her and shoved three huge, thick, clawed fingers into her sex, not just stretching her painfully but cutting her.  Gustav moaned in delight and the worm-like tongue squirmed and fought with the fingers in her sex, giving the quaking girl a shock of pleasure even as she raged helplessly within.  Despite the pain the pleasure was intense, and she found herself squirming, moaning into the obscene, bestial kiss even as she wriggled and pushed int the cruel claws and hideously animate tongue.

The tongue left her, but the fingers....no, the claws did not, pushing, stretching her deeply, pricking at her delicate insides.  Gustav knelt behind her, and leaned over her body.  “So terribly sorry about this my dear, but I prefer virgin youths....luckily you are enough a boyish sort from behind....”  At first she did not understand, but then he penetrated her, roughly, and deeply, and she sighed happily even as she screamed internally.  The length of cock being forced into her ass was shocking and up until that moment she had been virginal indeed.  The lack of preparation only seemed to inspire the needle-mouthed creature behind her.  Despite the pain and cruelty, she pushed back, giving as good as she got while Leopold pulled his tongue from her mouth and gave voice to growling laughter.  

The wetness that seemed to spill around the monstrous cold flesh in her rear was hot, and she left him dripping red heat as he pulled nearly out of her, only to push back in, deep and hard, brutally taking her.  The claws slipped from her cunt, and she whined for more, only to receive Leopold's raw-meat scented laughter in her face.  Gustav pulled her up, and into his lap, pinning her against his body, letting Leopold see her clean shaven and crimson painted nether lips, how the grey, smooth flesh of his cold prick penetrated her ass.  Leopold growled and leans down, his massive clawed hands parting her legs further so that he could apply the full length of his hot tongue to her aching, burning sex.  

The girl whined and squirmed between dead flesh and too lively flesh, the strange, slick ribbon sliding between the plump, stained lips of her sex darting and turning, lapping at her like an animal.  The creature behind her whispered softly, “Do not worry, my pretty plaything, my boyish girl.  I will leave you alive.  Leopold likes his meat fresh.”  Her soft, delighted moan and the shock of row upon row of needles piercing the tight muscle near her neck was both pleasure and agony.  Her inner voice fell silent as the horrifying, cold creature drew slow, deep draughts of crimson from the multiple wounds in her flesh.  Swallowing reflexively, Gustav hardly noticed when the girl screamed in ecstasy as she climaxed from the attention she was receiving, above, below, and behind.  

Cold fluid spilled into her backside, and she quivered, shaking as the monster pulled his mouth away from her neck, deep red trickles spilling along her chest and back as he slipped from inside her.  His bloody red eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he murmured softly, “Lov...loev....leo....leav....”  Then he fell back into the bed, quiescent as digestion began.  

The wolf-man pulled his muzzle from the girl's soaked cunt, and looked up.  “Do not worry yet....his power will linger long enough that it will not be all that bad....”  She cooed happily as she scooted down the bed, legs spread wide, offering herself to the huge, twisted member of the beast before her.  He had swollen to nearly a foot in length and a girth that was thicker than her forearm.  Despite the terrifying threat she took him in both hands, pulling gently and firmly, his precome jetting across her breasts in a sudden spurt.

Curling over him, she licked the head of his throbbing, inhuman cock, lapped at the precome and whined, even pushed her tongue into the tiny, tight opening.  He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the bed, rearing over her and sliding his massive member along her belly, between her breasts, his precome smearing along her body, hot and slick.  The part of her mind that remained aware screamed as her body betrayed her, helped him move the head of the huge length of flesh to her sex, positioned him at the still tight opening.

When he impaled her, it was in every sense of the word.  As he'd said she would, she enjoyed it, her back arched, her voice a high, sweet cry of ecstasy.  Her body reveled in the agony of being torn within, taking the impossible size and being rutted like a bitch by the powerful, unforgiving, unyielding flesh of the beast.  Crimson spilled from her sex, coated Leopold's length as he took her violently and deeply, his claws digging into her shoulders as he pinned her in place, hammering her tender flesh without concern or care for whatever she felt. 

It was a shock when she came, wetness spilling over his stained flesh as she climaxed hard....and not merely once but several times in succession, his brutal and thorough rape of her bespelled body encouraging her to enjoy the act in spite of herself, her preferences, and her desires.  When he came, it was with a roar, and his own fluid spilled out from around the edges of her overfull sex.  He panted heavily, his hips still jerking, still pummeling her bruised, torn, and abraded depths.  

“I enjoyed that much better than the last....you are a tough little girl.  But now I must have my feed, and I am sorry that we will not get to play again.”  She sighed, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him into an embrace as he opened his maw wide.  Her inner voice fell silent once more as the massive maw descended.

The teeth that met those of the wolf-man were far more numerous and much, much stronger.  His eyes shot wide as the raw, gaping wounds in her shoulder....mouths in her shoulder, her chest....rows upon rows of hooked, saw-toothed fangs....closing upon his chest, his face, his muzzle....feeding him, forcing the crimson fluid of her body into him.  Choking, drowning him in her inhuman flesh.

Paralysis came quickly and he quivered, his entire body in spasm, his heart forced to remain beating by the flesh invading the wounds torn in his body by the mouths that had sprouted from nowhere.  His cock spilled droplets of her alien flesh from its tip.  The other creature, the one called Gustav, breathed slowly....no, moved slowly, crimson spilling out of its mouth and into its eyes.  Leopold watched in helpless horror as his ancient companion's body split open to reveal nothing more than gelid, pulsating red ooze that slowly devoured the last remnants of the haemovore's body.

Leopold could do no more than whine and watch helplessly as the weird, gelatinous flesh contracted, concentrated itself.  Red liquid becoming pudding, ropy masses of muscle and flesh, slender, delicate limbs, a soft, svelte form made from inhuman sludge.  Colors formed.  Slick, wet curls of black; soft, gentle emerald eyes; pale skin; small, firm breasts.

“K....ka....Karen....?”  The new girl sat up, brushing her short black hair from her emerald eyes, and looked at the source of the guttural voice – the last words Leopold would speak.  She dismissed the spasmodic beast-man entirely and turned to her reformed and unblemished twin, who panted softly, her slick, crimson stained body still exhausted.  Dazed green eyes looked up at the reflection of herself.  

The new girl spoke softly drawing locks of stray hair from her mother's face.  “Charon?  Are you all right?”  

A shaky, tremulous laugh spilled from the soft lips.  “I will be....”  Reaching up, she pulled her twin into a slow, deep kiss, reveling in the softness of her twin's body and the adoration in the sweet soul-kiss.  The new girl sat up, and played with her hair a little, pulling it, lengthening it.  The darkness shimmered, became a spill of copper, burnished and new.  Charon reached up, stroked her daughter's breast, felt it filling out a little more, then shrinking, becoming smaller.  The girl slowly became a lissome, delicate thing, pretty, petite, freckled and even more pale than her mother.  

Looking down at Charon, the delicate redhead smiled uncertainly.  “You look beautiful....mmmm....Hayden.  Not quite Hades, but it will suffice.”  She sat up slowly, the come, blood, and her on fluids sinking into her skin.  The two women kissed, slowly, and deeply, hands stroking, caressing as the beast-man watched, helpless and dying.  Charon's fingers caressed her daughter's virgin sex, and the girl gasped into the kiss.  “Very beautiful,” she reaffirmed as they broke the kiss.

“Can we wait, Charon?  For my sister?”  Hayden blushed lightly, the control of the flesh instinctive as the memories delivered by her mother upon her formation.  

Charon and Hayden looked at the monster's body, the eyes staring helplessly at them, wondering how it had come to this.  Eyes bright and eager, Charon reached down and stroked the wolfish muzzle.  “Well....there's enough food in this city for three of us.  We can wait for her.”  

Hayden smiled brightly and leaned down, her body twisting unnaturally, bonelessly as she supported herself on her hands and looked into the dying creature's eyes even as she sat cross legged, her lap facing her mother and away from the beast.  “I wonder what Melinoe will want to look like....”   The last thing Leopold saw were rows upon rows upon rows of fangs in a red mouth far too large for the face that it wore.  

~XS