Posted by Ay-Wun on November 25, 2006 at 18:10:52:
She leapt upon the man, tearing out his throat, instantly silencing him with her fangs, then drank some of his burbling blood for energy. She didn't relish this one's flavor.
"Stanley?" came the woman's voice from somewhere near by, "Did you call me, do you see her?"
As the woman neared, she leapt back into the tree, and flattened herself again on the branch.
"Dammit Stan, answer me!" said the woman petulantly, moments before tripping, in the darkness, over the corpse of he she sought.
In that instant, she struck once more, two dead, four to go, of those who hunted her. This one gave her meat she could savor. Oddly, somehow, both man and woman seemed familiar to some submerged part of her mind.
Celeste had been a bio-chemist, working as a lab assistant to Dr. Leonard Katt, the brilliant Chief of DNA research at the Institute of Neotic Sciences And Neuro Engineering. Only a month before she'd been paged into his office to receive a flu shot. Moments after the shot she felt dizzy, and was told to rest being helped to lie on a gurney in the doctor's office.
In an incredibly short time her beautiful, toned , six foot three body had transformed into a beast. She now had usable fangs, a short but movable tail, tawny orange hair, instead of what had been rich dark brown, and ears become pointed with tufts to match that hair. Dr. Katt was disappointed, when he'd injected Celeste with the DNA of a Bengal tigress, he'd expected much more of a transformation.
"Not even fur." he thought.
Now he took from a shelf a tattooing set which he normally used to put numbers on test animals, and proceeded to artistically tattoo black tiger stripes on her unconscious body, face, and new grown tail. He was quite mad, of course.
Three days later she awoke thinking feral thoughts, wondering how she could get meat. At the back of her mind was another, trying to emerge, but being overcome by pure power, cunning, will to live. She could smell meat but it was out of sight, her sense of smell told her also that this meat had often been in this cage that confined her.
"It will return," she thought, "I'll lie quiet and wait."
A short time later the meat came into the space that confined her. She waited to see what it would do. As had become his habit, Dr. Katt came into the cage pulling out his rock hard penis. He'd lusted for Celeste since she came to work with him, but gave in to that lust only after her transformation. He now went to spread her legs, as usual she didn't resist, but this time, the odor of rut had her wanting it.
She lay there letting it happen, but as she was approaching climax, she went wild. Her powerful legs wrapped around like a vise, her arms closed tightly about him. A look of combined lust and astonishment crossed his face as he came along with her. To his misfortune she recovered first, rolling over to be on top, she lowered her mouth, and slowly bit into his throat. At first only tasting his blood, but gradually pinching down on his windpipe as he struggled vainly to free himself. In agony, and choking, he thought, in a sense, he had succeeded beyond his most insane dreams. It was a short lived satisfaction as her teeth came together and she ripped.
The piece of gristly meat in her mouth tasted foul, but needing sustenance, she chewed and swallowed. In the back of her mind was hatred for this thing she looked down upon, but in the forefront was the thought,
"I need better meat!"
Rising from the remains of Dr. Katt, she slinked to the laboratory door, for there was sweet smelling meat on the other side. Habits of this body knew how to open a door. Graduate Assistant Sarah Shay was working alone in the main lab when she saw the door open.
"Celeste," she cried in surprise, "Where have you been, what's happened to you? you look so strange, why are y...?" With a crash of glass, Celeste was over the bench, and Sarah was dead.
Little was left of Sarah when they found her, then the open door led them to a second grisly find in Dr. Katt's private lab, in the cage that no one had known about. First they found the security tape showing what happened in both labs. Then they found the records and notes Dr. Katt had left of his insane experiment. Donald Horn, Director of the lab saw the damage this could do to the lab, and convinced everyone that it all must be hushed up. He also convinced them that Celeste must be hunted down, and his powers of persuasion were so great, he convinced them that once caught, they should feast upon her flesh. Horn further said that he would handle all of it. What he didn't say, was that he had a personal motive in all of this.
They called themselves, Pentad Hunt Club, for that's how they began. They were five friends who got together about once a month to hunt various game. Eventually, all married and after a while wives began to be included, one couple moved out of the area but it remained Pentad as Blake Williams, had married Heather, twin sister of Celeste, and Celeste, along with whoever was her date, Male or female was always included. As one might guess, sex early on became a major part of these get togethers, then as a natural progression, someone suggested hunting one of the wives or Celeste, with gang-bang sex, after a simulated spit roast the result of the capture.
On a recent hunt, Celeste brought along as her companion, Donald Horn, Director of the research lab where she was an associate. During the hunt, Alice Palmer had been the prey, and as this petite blonde was not much of an outdoors person, she was easily captured. Horn, disappointed that he'd not been much involved in the hunt, tried to persuade all the rest that they should really roast and feast upon Alice after gang-banging her. Though some, including her husband Stanley, didn't see this as such a bad idea, seven others, including Celeste, were very angry at him for even suggesting it, even though cooking and eating women was not an unknown practice in their society circle. Celeste, in fact was so angry at Donald that she insisted he take her immediately home, he didn't even get to have sex with her, though he'd long lusted for her and saw the hunt as his great opportunity. Donald Hunt was a vengeful man, who now saw a way to get back at Celeste for what he saw as,
"The bitch embarrassed then spurned me!"
To this purpose he contracted with the Pentad Hunt Club to bring Celeste to bay, telling them that not only were they skilled at hunting this particular game, but they'd be the best bet to bring her in safely alive, omitting to mention his intention to roast her. Horn even equipped the four couples with rifles that fired tranquilizer darts, to insure Celeste being brought in alive. He also minimized how dangerous Celeste had become to those who might pursue her.
Something pursued her, something somehow familiar, a whole group of meat things that felt like something she should remember. The black furred female meat lay in wait beside the trail, its mate meat was crouching further up on the opposite side. The two were constantly talking into their hands, it seemed she should know what that was all about, but it wouldn't come to her. There was a noise in her head that she should know too, but she ignored it.
"They're your friends, avoid them, don't hurt them!" cried Celeste vainly from the corner of her mind that she'd been relegated to, the thing that had taken her body paid no heed.
She crept silently beneath the shrub directly behind the female meat. She reached out, seized that long black hair, and in one continuous motion tore out the throat of Marisa Mason. She began to eat.
Bob Mason heard a THUNK,
"Is that you Marisa honey?" no answer. "Don't do this babe we agree..." slurping sounds came over the cell phone, "Marisa, Marisa, quit kidding!" "Oh god," he thought, "She was too antsy, she wouldn't kid this time, would she!?" "MARISA!?" Bob cried out loud. "Marisa, answer me!"
He stood and ran toward her position. In his haste to help his wife he tripped. Before he could rise, he was dead. She returned to her meal, eating all the large meaty areas of buttocks and legs, without the need to break bones, to be sated for a while. Bob was left on the trail.
Why were there memories of her being meat, being cooked over coals, or in an oven? She lived, hunted, stalked, ate, that's what meat was for.
"How can I remember being meat, wanting to be meat, almost longing for it, but resisting?"
Thoughts all scrambled in her mind. A powerful man meat wanting to roast for real, being turned on by the idea, but arguing against it. It made no sense,
"What was all this about? Why did it all make her go into rut? Why burn meat on a fire, why dry all that tasty blood?" Yet these thoughts made her very wet between her legs, made her almost make out what that thing in there was trying to say.
"Don't kill them they're your friends, they'll help you, feed you!"
Thoughts that made no sense kept intruding into her own thoughts, emotions that had nothing to do with hunting as she knew it, or rutting as it should be.
"One is your sister, your twin, listen to me, listen to me!" None of it made sense.
"Find a hidden place to sleep, need to rest, let meat settle in."
For a year, Donald Hunt had been imbedding subliminal messages into the music played over the lab's P.A. system. Messages to make all the women in the lab wish to be roasted, to wish to be meat, to be eaten. Messages for all, both men and women to wish to eat women. He couldn't understand why Celeste opposed him when he tried to roast Alice. He was unaware that Alice had been Celeste's lover before marrying Stan. She almost went along with his idea. If it had been any but Alice, she might have. If it had been herself, she would have.
She awoke with stiff fingers, something odd about them.
"CLAWS, I have claws now, I'm complete!" she exulted, "On all my limbs, claws to climb, claws to hold, claws to slash, to kill!"
She leapt to her feet, sprang to the trunk of a tall tree, and clawed her way up.
"Wonderful claws, I've missed them so!" she thought as she easily climbed hand over hand.
Onto a branch, a leap to the next tree, catching with her fabulous claws. Her claws, claws, claws. Jimmy and Flo Arch were quickly dispatched with those claws. Flo was tasty, satisfying.
Blake and Heather found Jimmy, and all that remained of Flo, there wasn't much. All their friends were dead, they were all that remained of the Pentad Hunt Club, excepting Celeste. They had taken all the bodies back to the lab, but were unaware that the remains of the women were being roasted and eaten by Hunt and the lab staff, the men put into the freezer. Both Blake and Heather were determined, the hunt had to continue, Celeste had to be brought in and cured, if possible. Blake, realizing that Celeste had slain all she encountered, but eaten only the women, told Heather she'd have to be bait, to which she agreed, hoping her link with Celeste, as her twin would help in her capture.
She sensed the woman's smell, but the man was suddenly missing. Somewhere near there was the overpowering scent of the rose garden, in which the woman lay in wait. Where was the man? Why, as she came closer, did that meat seem so familiar, so special to her somehow. Nearer and nearer she silently crept.
"Come to me, let me help you!" the words suddenly rang in her head, answered by that thing she had pushed into a corner,
"I'm here Heather, stay away she'll kill and eat you!"
"No, Celeste, she is you, take control!"
The exchange echoed off the walls of her mind, making her stumble, trip, and fall. Shaking her head back and forth, clutching it in both hands.
"Who--what--what-what was happening? Why was that thing inside talking, taking over? Why couldn't she think? Why were there now two voices in there?" confusing her, making her retreat into a corner like she'd pushed that other.
"It hurts, it hurts I-I-I have to hide!" She cringed away from the two. "How had this one come in?" She shivered at the power of the two. "They seem to be the same. How could they be the same? One in here, one from the meat, how, how, how?"
"Heather, hold on, stay with me, our twin link is working, I have control now, I don't know if I can keep it without you." thought Celeste with intensity.
"I'm here Cel, would it help if I tranquilized you or not?" Heather answered.
"NO! NO!, I have control, I might lose it, this thing is part of me now, I can almost feel it in my cells, I think I'll have to be caged or killed!" said Celeste, resigned to her fate.
"I know dear, Katt injected you with Bengal tiger DNA, we saw it on the security tape and his notes." soothed Heather.
"The flu shot! It must have been in the flu shot, that son of a bitch! Well, he got what was coming to him, I guess. Where's Blake? It couldn't smell him but I know he wouldn't leave you alone."
"He soaked himself in rose attar to mask his scent in this rose garden, he's had you in his sights all along, that's how I knew to call to you."
"Have you got her secured Heather?" asked Blake breathlessly as he ran up.
"She's Celeste again hon she doesn't ne....!"
"YES,I do!" screamed Celeste, cutting her off. "When you left me to talk to him, I felt my control loosen, it might take over again!"
Alarmed, Heather took out the hand cuffs, turned Celeste around and snapped them on her willing wrists.
"Let's get her back to the lab and see what they can do about her." said Blake, taking over. They each took Celeste by an elbow, and led her toward the lab, while Heather resumed her mental contact to bolster her sister's control.
"You got her!" cried Hunt as the three came in the door.
"Yeah, we got her, now what can you do to get that thing out of her?" Blake demanded.
"Get it out, get it out? You don't understand, her cells have changed, merged, we can't just cut it out, she's at least part wild animal now, and always will be, we plan to roast her."
"ROAST!? Roast her!? You can't do that, she's my sister, I won't allow it!" cried Heather.
"Hell no!" barked Blake, "What the hell are you talking about? She hasn't volunteered to be roasted!"
"As a matter of fact," said Hunt smugly, "When she signed on to work here, the contract stipulated that if she died on the job we could dispose of the body for experimental purposes, or in any way we see fit and she effectively is dead now, your contract for the hunt said the same, by the way."
"You bastard, you mean...?"
"It's okay Blake, he's right," interjected Celeste, "I'll always be a danger, I can't live like this, I may as well be roasted. Actually, I've fantasized being spitted and roasted ever since we began playing at it."
"When will it happen?" asked Celeste, looking Hunt in the eyes.
"The things are all set up in the kitchen," said Hunt, "If you want the spit, we've got one, and a huge carcass rotisserie."
"I need about an hour with my sister and Blake, then I'll be there, is that okay?" asked Celeste.
Hunt merely nodded.
"Follow me." said Celeste, leading Heather and Blake into the lab.
Going down several corridors, she led them to a room and opened the door. Inside was a simple double bed.
"This is where I slept when I had to stay over night." she said.
"Why are we here, what do you want us to do Cel?" asked Heather, puzzled.
"I want you two to clean me out, not him or the others, and I--I want you to let your husband, let Blake give me my last... my last-uh."
"Oh Cel, you know we'll do whatever you want, you want Blake to fuck you?"
"Y-yes." said this exotic savage looking woman, who was her sister, meekly. They fell into each other's arms, and after a few minutes Heather separated saying,
"He's all yours sis, you've had him before, you may as well have him as your last."
"Thanks sis, I think I want to be cleaned first so I can go there right after Blake finishes, there's enemas and stuff in the small bath over here."
By the time Heather had helped Celeste with four enemas, Blake was nude, and waiting, though not quite ready. Seeing Blake's soft situation, Celeste laughed, for the first time since that ill fated injection.
"Oh Blake, you were always ready for me before, but that's all right, I want all three ways any how, if you're up to it!" she said dropping to her knees and swallowing his large, but limp member.
It soon was hard, and nearly ready to spurt, when she took it out of her mouth, and using it, led him to the bed, lay down, and guided him into her seething slit. The wildness of her sister's fucking of her husband alarmed Heather, what if the other thing took control.
"It won't happen as long as you're near hon." came the thought in her mind.
"Then I'd better stay near!" she answered beginning to caress her sister's lovely breasts.
"Don't cum there, not there, in my ass, my ass!" cried Celeste, breathlessly.
"Let me eat you Heather! Oh (laughing) your pussy, your pussy!"
As Blake pulled out, she quickly rolled over, giving him a better angle at her back door.
"Your pussy , please!"
Heather did better than that, pulling off her shorts and panties, she slid under Celeste into the sixty-nine position and began tonguing her wide open slit, as she presented her own to her sister. A few minutes more was all it took for all three to be having great orgasms.
They were still locked together when the door flew open and Donald Hunt burst in.
"I thought so," he shouted, "How about me getting a little of that? I've wanted you for a long time Celeste honey!"
"Not a chance Donald, you can cook and eat me in a while, but get the hell out of here now!" Celeste spit out.
As the smile on his face turned to anger, Hunt turned and left, slamming the door behind him. As they separated, caressing each other as they did, looking at the door, Celeste voiced the thought that was on all three minds,
"We'd better get out there, and get it done now." she said softly.
All was ready as they entered the kitchen. Nearly all the lab staff were there, and Hunt stood beside a large stainless steel table, with an eight foot long spit in his hands.
"Up on the table honey!" he said with a smirk.
"You better secure my arms and legs," said Celeste coolly as she mounted the table, "These claws could hurt someone if that thing takes control while you spit me, I don't want Heather to be near me while that or the roasting is going on."
Four sets of cuffs were produced and snapped onto her, then to eye-bolts on the sides of the table.
One of the cooks now came out with a huge funnel. It was a cone as he pushed it into Celeste's pussy until it was three inches wide, then removed the center point that had guided it to stretch to that diameter. The hinged table was tilted up so that her legs pussy and that funnel were pointed at the ceiling. A vat of wild rice-saffron stuffing was now forced down that funnel until her belly distended as though in an early pregnancy.
The table was lowered once more, and Hunt stepped forward with a smirk on his face, and inserted the spit into Celeste's anus saying,
"Here it comes, bitch!"
"Do it asshole!" Celeste spat back.
Blake pulled Heather as far away as possible, yet still to be able to watch. Suddenly an eerie screeching growl keened from Celeste's lips as Hunt thrust the spit through. That animal cry was cut off as the spit emerged from those lips, while twenty claws scratched futilely, though leaving marks on that steel table. It took two men on each arm, each leg to attach them with wire to the spit.
A coconut-chutney-mustard baste was now applied to every inch of Celeste's body, while still carefully avoiding those claws. As this was being done, those nearby thought they heard a purring sound emanating from that body. She was then carried to the rotisserie, and placed at the highest level, to cook very slowly.
Twisting and writhing as she turned over that horrendous heat, those tattooed stripes made Celeste's body a truly beautiful though bizarre sight. Someone now noticed that sixteen inch tail flopping about, and used a piece of wire to lash it to the spit.
"First they hurt, then pleasure me, then burn me now, why?" she screeched inside her head.
"It must be, it must be!" calmly said that voice, once more in its corner.
"It hurts, so why is there a pleasure? It confuses me, I feel breeding joy mixed in with pain, and a happiness from that other."
"Concentrate on the joy, the pleasure, forget all else." cried Celeste.
"I'm in control again, but it does no good. I cannot move to get to my tormenters, it may be right, the joy, the pleasure, it's all that there is for me now."
"Yes, make it all there is, let us share it as one 'til the end."
"As one, joy, pleasure, joy, pleasure, joy, plea........!" Then nothing.
Through the golden brown, those stripes could still be seen as a darker brown, as she was placed on the table. Hunt stood with fork and carving knife and began slicing pieces onto plates. Kitchen workers put side dishes onto each plate and passed them around. When all were served Hunt placed the filet onto his own plate gloating,
"If I couldn't get in it, now I will have it inside me!"
Cutting off a sizable chunk, he wolfed it down, but it lodged in his throat, blocking his wind. He tried to cough it out, it stuck, he couldn't breathe. His eyes bulged as he tried to cry for help. No one noticed, engrossed as they were in this wonderful meal, as he grasped his throat. He suddenly recalled someone joking that Celeste was the only one in the lab who knew the Heimlich maneuver. He couldn't breathe, suddenly everyone was looking, but doing nothing. He lurched to his feet, knocking his chair over, then fell to the floor as his heart gave out. Heather also knew the Heimlich, but she and Blake had left before Celeste was served.
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