Forced Transformation: Kitten's Prize

The corner of his lip curled up as Jake spotted the pretty young woman struggling before him. The way her hips shook was almost intoxicating as he felt the shift of pleasure. The tingling sense of arousal as her skirt shifted up the back of her shapely ass. A pang of arousal courses through his soul as her body shifts before him.

He should be a gentleman and offer to help. He should, as that is the one thing his mother had instilled in him. That girls of all shapes and sizes were meant to be protected. To be cared for and adored, but that is what she was supposed to say. She has been a religious zealot who cursed his womanizing ways when she found out what he was. 

It is not her fault or even his. The way this woman is pulling a large bag. Dragging it across the ground was asking for trouble. The way her skirt hiked up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties or anything to cover the sweet nectar he desired. Moving forward with a smile, he knew she was so small and could easily be overpowered.

Stepping quietly, Jake's blood pressure spikes as he hears the sound of his pulse. His forearms twitch in anticipation as he desires to do wicked things to her. The way her shaved cunt looks so wet, glistening as her skirt reveals her shame. Reveals that everything she is offering is free to be taken. She won't be first and definitely won't be the last. If they dress this way, they ask for it; they can take it as they want.

Stepping forward out of the darkness, his hand reaches and grasps the ample flesh of the victim's ass. As soon as his hand feels the tenderness, the soft touch, he lets out a gush of air. Thrown back, he feels the wind knocked out of him as his prey's elbow strikes him in the stomach. Gasping for air, he curses the creature for daring to think she has the right...

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I have heard of your Jackie," the voice above him mocks him.

Coughing, he struggles to breathe. Gasping for air as tentacles of pain shoot through his body as he protests, "You worthless cunt..."

The strike of the boot to his left side causes shockwaves of pain to rush through him. He vomits without thinking, being able to control as his strength fails him. Cursing under his breath, he can't understand the moment. He was just moments from his prize.

"I have heard of you and can't say I am pleased. You failed your test, little mouse," the woman says with a wicked smile.

"Fuck you," is all Jake can muster. He isn't a mouse but s lion hunting the lesser creatures of the night.

The final kick comes across his head, as he feels his neck snap back. The wheezing feeling seems to come and go as time passes. The sensation of slipping in and out of awareness is terrifying and surreal. He swears he had seen her knock on the door beside them when two powerful men carried him inside.

His clothes were cut from his body as he struggled, terrified of what might happen. Wondering if this was what they had felt when he had reached out to them in the night. At the time of his greatest strength and prowess, he was attacked. Cursing his feeble mind for not striking her first. She was meant to be his prey.

"Fucking cunt slut..." Jake whispers as a fierce fist strikes him again as he vomits in pain.

"That's Mistress Kitty, you fucking mouse..." The large man growls above him.

Coughing pitifully, he realizes, terrified that he has been shaved. The soft, wet air of the warehouse sticks to his skin, enticing him like a fresh shave. Jake screams as he feels his body pulled, his ankles fixed to his high thigh as he feels it is tied together. Thick rubber tape brought down one side of his leg and secured, fixing his ankle to his body. Each side of his legs is tied, his wrists tied to his elbows as they affix his body.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jake cries out. 

"You are vermin. A little mouse is eating away at society. So we will make you crawl," Mistress Kitty laughs, "We will make you feel every torment you inflicted on others."

"I will have you..." Jake begins until the fist strikes his mouth. Shaking his head, he glares with hate to the monster beside him.

"Would you survive if you keep to her like this little mouse? The fact that I haven't fed you to the dogs yet is something that I cannot fathom. If you wish to survive, mouse, respect Mistress."

"Little mouse," the Mistress' voice is soft and playful. "You are no longer in control, and you are trapped now. Trapped by the Kitten you touched without permission. Tsk tsk tsk, we can't have that now, can we."

Jake curses as he looks up to her. Her perfect body and legs mock him as she walks around above him. Yes, he is trapped, but she will rot in hell. He will see to it in the depth of a prison cell. He groans in pain as he tries to get up, shaking his head as long hair moves down his face. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, yes. They decided to put a weave in. Blond hair for you. Shaved and lotioned, prepared for service. You are bound in a way you will never escape. To be tied to the floor for my use and desire. You are now ready to pay your penance for what you have done. Wrapped in rubber except for your mouth, your anus, and that pitiful cock caged. Of course, a mouse can always use a tail can't he?"

Grunting in pain, Jake growls as he tries to get into his knees and elbow and crawls out of the place. He stumbles, falling, realizing he has no way to move as she pushes him over, pressing her heel into his side.

"I will teach you to be a woman. As you never were anything as a man."

"I will have you arrested!"

"You think you can do anything now, little mouse. I doubt if you keep going, you will survive the night. Let alone survive long enough to escape."

Jake feels the tears well in his eyes, knowing he did wrong, but nothing he did could ever deserve this. Nothing ever touched, grasped, or smacked deserves this. He cries out in pain and torment as he barely hears her over his sobs.

"If you bite me, you will lose a toe; if you disobey, a finger. You are, but a mouse, and you will be a beautiful woman. But for now, it is time to feed, to eat the gift that my Master has given me."

Jake feels the tears streaming down his eyes as he looks up and sees the cunt above him dripping with use. As her thick, silken thighs wrap around his head, he has no choice but to obey. He has no choice, for his mother was right all along. He keeps treating women like shit, and he will never be a man. God, he wishes he had listened to her warnings of the damnation.

"Don't worry, little mouse, serve your Mistress well. Today marks the death of Jake and the moment your life as Alexa begins."