By Carnal Queen.
Amelia knew she’d made a huge mistake, the moment she felt the first heavy metal cuff secure tightly around her wrist. What the hell had she been thinking? Ever since her transition, almost a year ago, she’d worked hard to control her shifting.
She’d gone from changing with no warning, unable to fight the inevitable, to being able to force her inner demon back at will. But she’d never tested it under extremes, and she had a feeling she was going to be pushed to the absolute limit tonight.
She swept her eyes across the large, unfamiliar room, seeing eager faces peering back at her from dark corners. The dungeon she’d been taken to had a damp earthy smell, and the few candles that were dotted around caused shadows to dance across the bare walls, like some kind of evil puppet show. It was cold, and her skin prickled from anticipation, as well as the temperature.
Before she could vocalise her need to escape, she realised it was too late. Both of her wrists and ankles were now solidly bound to the imposing cold stone table that dominated the centre of the room, and she was spread naked in front of God only knew how many strangers.
Amelia suddenly felt light headed. A mixture of arousal and fear consumed her body and causing her cheeks to flush. She was too vulnerable now, and she knew it. She should never have let herself get into this situation. Beating herself up about it now wasn’t going to change anything though. Not at all religious but feeling desperate, she said a silent prayer. This could go so wrong, if she didn’t stay in control.
Discovering she was a shifter had been a huge shock on Amelia’s 21st birthday. She’d always known she was different, but she could never have predicted just how different. Her life as she knew it was no more, and she’d spent almost a year hiding away from the pleasures she once sought out. Depriving herself of her kinks for too long, she desperately craved a release.
That’s how she’d found her way to the monthly sex party at ‘Moonlighters’ earlier this evening, and was the reason she was now at the mercy of a man she’d never met before, called Heath. They’d locked eyes across the club, and she knew in that moment that she wanted him.
She still wanted him … her body was aching with need as she watched him prowl around her. But this really wasn’t a good idea. Tugging at the metal binds that held her captive, she was reminded that she hadn’t considered what would happen if she was restrained. And in that moment, she entirely doubted her ability to keep her cat at bay.
Sweat escaped from her brow and fear took over her. She imagined the horror on their faces as her body broke free from its shackles and transformed into a sleek, elegant, pussycat. Ha! Pussycat. Who was she kidding? She was a majestic black Jaguar, and they would shit their pants if she revealed her true nature to them here tonight.
Amelia focused hard on her breathing, as best she could. The mantra of ‘you can do this, you can do this’ becoming less and less believable with every run through in her head. She needed to stay in control, or else it would be total carnage.
Heath wandered purposefully around the table, eyeing every inch of her pale skin that was laid before him. He too was naked from the waist up, and even in the dim dungeon light she could see his well-defined muscles perfectly. He almost looked oiled, and she fantasised about running her hands across his firm pecs.
Grinning, as if sensing her thoughts, Heath placed a finger on her collarbone. He held it there for a moment, before trailing it slowly down across her chest, circling her right nipple, and descending further across her tummy.
Her whole body tingled in pleasure, as a chill broke out across the path he’d followed. As he reached her pubic mound and travelled unhurriedly towards her now swollen clit, Amelia found herself arching her back, in an attempt to make better Heath-to-hotspot contact. A quiet laugh escaped his lips. ”You’re eager, huh? Maybe the restraints aren’t going to be enough for you, Kitten”
His words were like pure silk, and her body responded to them as if he’d commanded it to. She wanted to respond to him, to say something, anything. But she knew her voice would betray her and give her away, so she remained silent.
Heath bent down, ensuring his prey was watching him, which of course she was. He slowly removed the lid from the dark square box that was sitting by the side of the table. Calling it a table was doing it a disservice; it felt more like a sacrificial stone altar. Amelia had thought how beautiful it was when she’d walked in earlier.
The candles softly highlighted the intricate carvings that were covering its surface. Most of it she couldn’t really depict, but she’d seen figures and moons, interspersed with shapes and symbols she didn’t understand. She didn’t need to understand it though, to know it was special.
Amelia struggled to get a clear view of what Heath was doing in the box, and couldn’t quite make out what was in his masculine hands as he pulled the lid back across. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. A flicker of candlelight illuminated what he was carrying, as he resumed his position by her side.
Lengths of shiny, ferocious looking barbed wire hung loosely from his palm, as he was careful not to let it dig into his hand. A sinister look spread across his face, which she knew she should probably be concerned about, but instead it just made her throb and ooze between her legs.
Man, he was beautiful. Blue eyes shone brightly and his dark, slightly curly hair fell softly around his face. His cheekbones were amazing, Amelia would kill for those herself, and his smile made her pussy leak a little more every time she saw it.
Heath was now busying himself beside her, securing the sharp wire to hooks, which she hadn’t spotted previously, on the side of the table. On closer inspection she could see there were three pieces, of differing lengths, with a series of metal links at each end. Once each piece was attached on one side, he carefully trailed the wire across her body, and walked around the table to the other side.
Amelia’s whole body tensed, as each length was pulled taught in turn. The purpose of the links became clear, as he selected which one best secured each piece firmly in place. Cold metal barbs dug into her skin – across her nipples, her midriff, and her hips, like teeth just about to tear through the flesh of an apple. Tight enough for her to feel, but not tight enough to puncture her skin. Yet.
Amelia became aware of soft noises coming from the shadows, and she suddenly remembered that they weren’t alone. She could just make out the imposing outlines of men, stroking their hard cocks as they watched Heath’s show from a distance. To the left of her, one man was on his knees, whilst another stood in front of him, slowly thrusting his erection in and out of his willing mouth.
He took it further into him with each thrust, until she could tell the dick was hitting the back of his throat. The shadows they were casting on the walls were huge, and the standing man’s cock looked like a battering ram, as it repeatedly penetrated the sucker on the floor. It was so fucking hot.
Feeling heat rising to the surface of her body, Amelia’s pussy throbbed with anticipation. With each contraction that shook her vaginal walls, she felt her arousal well up inside her entrance, and a trickle of her juices escaped her. It ran down the inside of her thigh, creating a trail across her flesh in its bid for freedom. She imagined Heath dipping his head down and lapping up the stream with his tongue.
A deep rumbling sound filled the room from nowhere, and brought her back to her own reality. Before she had time to identify its source, her whole body jerked in surprise, as a cordless wand vibrator was pushed forcefully against her clit. She let go of a shriek as she felt the first band of barbed wire puncture her once perfect skin.
Blood started to seep slowly from her breasts, choosing its route and creating little pathways on her body, like some sort of savage crimson map. Never one to shy away from pain, the biting lacerations felt utterly delicious, just adding to the hot, pulsating sensations her cunt was experiencing.
Amelia glanced up and locked eyes once again with Heath, who up to that moment had been focusing entirely on what he was doing to her body with the powerful sex toy. Meeting his icy blue gaze, she felt the muscles inside her vagina starting to contract even faster, and with more force. She knew she was just a moment away from coming. Soft moans escaped her lips, quickly becoming more frenzied and desperate, as her climax started to build.
Shifting slightly, and allowing her pleasure to subside just a touch, Heath unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand. Within a moment, his rock-hard erection sprang free. Holy fuck, it was huge! Amelia could see that the tip of its magnificent head was glistening, and the urge to take him inside of her was overwhelming.
Her breath quickened as her body began the ascent to orgasm once again. Although she’d tried to keep still, the unrelenting wire was shredding her stomach and hips now. Blood flowed freely across her pale, goose-pimpled skin, but she really didn’t care. The throbbing at her core increased as the vibrations continued to do their work, and her orgasm ripped out of her body with such force, that she was momentarily unaware that she was squirting all over the place.
Amelia had done a lot of fucking in her time, but she’d never squirted before. The table beneath her was soaking wet, and a warm pool of her own fluid gathered at her entrance, as a reminder of her mind-blowing climax.
Without missing a beat, Heath dropped the wand and hopped up onto the table between her spread legs. He looked ravishing as he loomed in towards her centre. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and feel his body against hers, but of course she couldn’t, because of the cuffs anchoring her ankles firmly to the hard stone beneath her.
He placed his tongue firmly against her entrance, and the rush of his breath across her cunt made her body start to judder again. In one firm lick her cleaned the remaining juices from bottom to top, circling her clit and making her body shudder, as she came for the second time against his ruthless mouth.
Heath sat up, his chin slick with her sweet nectar. With a devilish glint in his eye, he picked up the buzzing wand from the table and placed the head of it against the underside of his cock. It looked angry and fit to burst, and Amelia desperately wanted to relieve it for him. The bulging head bounced up and away from the vibrations once or twice, until his body became accustomed to the sensations. She knew when it had, because he head fell back on his shoulders and he groaned in pleasure.
The noises around the room grew louder now, as people fumbled around and fucked in the dark. Blood ran steadily down her sides at several points along her length, and gathered on the table around her. She could smell the heavy metallic scent, and wondered if perhaps she was losing too much. She wasn’t worried about the wounds, they would heal quickly once they’d stopped being aggravated. That was the one gift from her feline friend that she didn’t mind.
She needed to be free of the vicious wires now. She needed to be able to watch Heath with more ease. As if he read her mind, he leaned forward and reaching over her with his free hand, he released her barbed bonds on one side. Her flesh bled with more urgency as the sharp barbs broke free of the wounds they’d created. The pain heightened her arousal further, and she brought her eyes back to Heath’s obscenely beautiful dick.
Precum escaped from the hole in the head, and as she watched it run down and over the head of the wand, she caught a chlorinated scent with a sweet undertone in the air. Hang on, she could smell his fluid? Fuck! Her sense of smell was heightened, as was her hearing, so she knew her cat couldn’t be far away now.
Heath threw his head back again in such a rousing way. It was so sexual; she just wanted to eat him alive. She could tell his orgasm was starting to build from the barely there whimpers that were coming from his throat. The veins along his shaft were popping and she longed to run her tongue along them. She tried pulling at the restraints at her ankles and wrists, but they weren’t budging.
Heath began panting steadily, and she could see his chest and neck reddening. “You ready to take my load baby?” Boy, was she ready, but she knew that what he had in mind wouldn’t be enough for her. She heard a purr escape from her mouth just as Heath let out a howl himself. Hot jets of cum shot out from his cock and exploded all over her splayed pussy and stomach.
His orgasm seemed to last forever. She was so turned on by the sight of his release, that she could feel her whole body humming in response to the erotic act. When he finally dropped his head and opened his eyes, they went straight to Amelia’s right hand. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t realised that claws had started to rip from her fingernails, and shiny black fur had started to force its way from under her skin. FUUUUCK!
She struggled to hold back the full change, but knew she was losing the fight against the inevitable, as the cuffs around her limbs broke and fell to the table with a clatter. The urge to cry manifested itself, but she was determined to hold at least something back. Although she was scared of what she might see, Amelia forced herself to look directly at Heath. She was prepared to see disgust, or horror, but neither of those things looked back at her changing body.
He was smirking, showcasing those chiselled cheekbones, and letting go of soft grunts from deep within the back of his throat. “Did you really think we didn’t know Amelia?” His voice was sure and steady, as he demanded an answer. But she was too far gone to form any sort of reply to his question. Her bones had started to pop and reform, and before she could say ‘here, kitty kitty’, she was stood on all four legs on the table, amber eyes shining brightly in his direction.
“You have a lot to learn, Kitten. We knew you were one of us the moment you entered the club tonight.” She struggled to comprehend what he was saying to her. His voice had changed tone, and his face betrayed his own inner struggle. “I’m surprised you managed to keep a hold of yourself for so long, but I’m glad your cat won out. I’m going to fuck you as only felines can”
And with that, screams broke out around the room, as bodies all around began their transitions from human to animal. Heath changed the quickest, and was soon stood proudly in front of Amelia. His fur was thick and beautiful, he was the most magnificent creature she had ever laid eyes on. With an effortless move, he was behind her and mounting her back.
Sharp teeth grabbed at the scruff of her neck as he forced his way into her yielding body, filling her up. Her gaze fell upon the stone table as her body adjusted to having Heath’s cat deeply inside of her. She focused on one of the moon carvings, which had a feline form stood majestically beside it … maybe being a cat wasn’t going to be so bad after all?