Slaves of The Pentacle - Part 4
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by Simon Grail
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Serving as an unwilling agent for the powerful mage Victor Wolff, beautiful Pippa Caxton is subjected to the most extreme makeover possible as she is transformed before the eyes of her chained and impaled mother into a chimera: half girl, half feline. Then she is sent into the slave owning parallel world of Albion Magna to a cattery for magical hybrids like her, where she hopes to find one of the missing pentacle girls who hold the secret to ending Wolff's enforced exile. But before she has any chance of completing her mission, Pippa has to contend both with the cruelty of the cattery owners and their staff of sadistic young lads, who delight in secretly inflicting the most painful torments on their lovely but helpless catgirl victims. This is the fourth book chronicling the continuing painful and humiliating misfortunes of Lyn and Pippa Caxton.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [79 KB]
Reading time: 48-68 min.
Viktor Wolff, a metamorphic alchemist and thaumaturgist from a parallel world called Albion Magna, has the power to alter women's minds and bodies to make them perfect slaves. He is using mother and daughter Lyn and Pippa Caxton as his unwilling agents to help unlock a pentacle gateway in his cellar that has been sabotaged by rival mage Giles Durand, preventing Wolff from returning home. To do so they must track down the five pentacle girls Durand stole from, Castle Ravenstone, Wolff's estate in Albion Magna. Having discovered the names and addresses of those people who unwittingly bought the stolen girls they must now recover the pentacle locking code they each carry. Lyn has already recovered one fragment and now Wolff has decided that Pippa should go after the next. But to do so he said he would first have to modify her body...
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Pippa knelt on the padded top of the examination table in the office of Honeydew's Girlcattery, while the proprietors Ferdinand and Viola Honeydew examined her naked body with experienced hands. Cuffs about Pippa's wrists and ankles held her in place while a chain hanging from the ceiling was hooked to a ring on the back of her thick leather collar, keeping her head up.
The walls about Pippa were covered with winners' rosettes, certificates, cups and awards and photographs of feline chimera's in various poses. A massive green safe stood in a corner. Her mother sat in a visitors' chair with Dawn on a leash kneeling at her side. Her mother wore an expensive red dress in the Albion style, which looked somewhat nineteen-twenties, and appeared every inch a rich local lady of leisure.
Pippa struggled not to flinch at the Honeydews' touch. Being naked and helpless while being intimately pawed over by a couple of strangers, however plump, rosy-cheeked and respectable they appeared, was hard enough to stomach, but she was also still getting used to her new body.
Her eyes were now a brilliant reflective green. The tip of her nose merged into a snout with delicate catlike retrousse nostrils. Below it was a pouting, bifurcated upper lip from which sprouted long whiskers and from under which sharp white canine fangs protruded. Her pointed fur-covered ears stood up on either side of her head, while her brunette locks now looked more like a mane of thick dark fur, merging with the shorter fur that covered her shoulders. This pelt ran down to her ribs and back to her haunches, but leaving her buttocks bare. From the base of her spine rose a dark furry tail fifty centimetres long which was standing up in the air and weaving from side to side. Below it were the dark pucker of her anus and the full pout of her smooth pubic lips with an impudent tongue of inner labia peeping between them.
Pippa's breasts were unchanged, still prominent and heavy for her build, but her ringed nipples were now dark brown, matching the dusky tint about her pubic cleft and up about her bottom cleavage, surrounding the dimple of her anus. The crown of pubic hair over her depilated labia was now close dark fur.
Her hands and feet had lengthened into fur covered paws, looking as though she was wearing long furry socks. Her thumbs had vanished and her fingers had shrunk into thick stumps with pads on their undersides and heavy curving claws where her nails had been.
She was still pretty, but now in a part feline way. And all this the Honeydew's examined with care, patting, stroking and squeezing, handling her like she was an animal. Which to them, of course, she was.
At length Ferdinand Honeydew turned to Lyn. 'Cocoa is a delightful girlcat, Mrs Caxton,' he said with an appreciative smile. 'May I enquire who did the work?'
'Leopold of Brighthelmstone.'
'Oh, yes. An accomplished metamorphasist.'
Viola Honeydew had slid a finger into Pippa's anus, testing its tightness. 'I take it she is self-lubricating and cleaning?'
'Naturally,' Lyn said, with a touch of hauteur. 'I would not have a slave in my house that was otherwise.'
'That is so very sensible,' Viola agreed. 'And has her voice been modified?'
'No. She is an affectionate and obedient creature and is generally very good about keeping silent unless required to speak. However she is having trouble adjusting to her new body and that is affecting her behaviour. I decided she needed some suitable re-training and you were recommended to me. I thought a week to teach her how to deport herself properly and meet with other adjusted girls so she can learn from them and generally become more self-assured. You do have other girls here she can mingle with?'
'Of course,' said Ferdinand. 'Our pets are allowed to mix freely when they are not in training. We feel it is good for them. Would you care to inspect our facilities?'
'I would be most interested to see them.'