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Transforming the Family

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Kate dyed her hair brown, a shiny brunette, letting it grow long, down to her mid-back. She wore more make-up and had her eyebrows professionally shaped. It didn't change who she was inside.

She was still herself, still the woman that had imprisoned her ex-boyfriend and his brother...and his father. And then done unspeakable things to the rest of his family. And yet that had only been the start of it, the beginning of her true cruelty, even if she had transformed other men and women too into being the big cats that were present in her sanctuary. It was with John that the depravity had begun spreading, extending, sinking her claws into new and nefarious demons that she, at least in some way, thought she could tame.

Whether she could or not was another question entirely.

All her victims were innocent, probably. Kate didn't care, not really, as long as she got what she wanted from them, day by day, session by session. All had been transformed, some had had their sexes changed. When they were stripped of their human ability to speak their old language, transformed into animals with their minds intact, she couldn't even ask them if that affected their gender too. Yet her curiosity on such matters was short-lived, considering the fact that there was always something more for her to do, something new for her to try, another form of bondage or another sexual torture that she could inflict upon them.

She didn't think it was wrong. But she did think it was fun. It got her off, late in the night when she was alone, relishing in her situation, everything that she had delved into, taken so much time to orchestrate for herself. She didn't feel alone, for she still took lovers when it pleased her, grinding into them, their shafts plunging deep. Of course, she remembered every one of their names, but she didn't take the time to know them as people, for they would all be passing fancies to her in the end. She made sure to moan the correct names in the bedroom while she was using the men she dated and fucked as nothing more than sex toys to get her off, though her mind was always elsewhere.

How could it not be? How could it not be, when it was their downfall, their imprisonment, their confusion, their abuse, their sexual torture that got her off? The men that she fucked could be kept, or not, as part of her collection, but Kate did not care all that much whether they stayed or not. If she decided that they were going to stay, all she needed to do was jab them swiftly and easily in the neck with an injector gun while they slept.

So quick. So simple. She knew exactly what she was doing, yet no one noticed that it was quite a few of the men that Kate dated and slept with that went missing. Probably because she took victims from further afield too, avoiding security cameras, always making sure that she had an alibi. There was a lot involved in her line of sick, twisted, sexual pleasure, after all, and she was not ignorant to that. It was all needed, if she was to get what she wanted, in the end.

Dragging the dull, heavy bodies and moving them to the sanctuary without being seen was the hardest. Sometimes, she stole cars, taking men and women from families that she didn't even know anything about, simply because she was bored. She preferred thinking of them as innocent, whether she wheeled them into an unmarked van on a stretcher or bodily lugged the lighter, slighter figures about all on her own. It was better that way, even if they might well have been fucked up people in their own way. She liked them as victims, powerless, helpless, something that she could control, whether they wanted to be controlled or not.

Of course, no one would ever want what it was that Kate did to them, of course not. But it wasn't up to them and that was just what made it good for her, always.

She could have been well suited to being a serial killer, truth be told, but that wasn't what got her off. No, it was the light fading from the eyes of her victims as they knew that all hope was lost, that they would be imprisoned there forever, that there was nothing at all they could do, no one at all that was ever going to come for them. For no one ever found Kate's victims, all as she intended.

Kate wouldn't have wanted anyone to stop her fun, after all, so she took all the necessary measures to make sure that there were no trails left behind, no bodies, nothing suspicious. Sometimes she made it believable, sometimes she pinned a disappearance on someone else. Sometimes she just made it so that nothing could be pinned on her, especially when she was so very keen to get to things, to get things going, to see what twisted fantasies of hers that she could put into play.

The thing was...Kate knew how twisted everything was. She would not have been as sharply intelligent as she was if she did not know, at least in some, small way. She had to know and she knew she was damn good at what she did too. Playing the part of the kind sanctuary owner, the one who called all the shots and made sure that everyone was taken care of, even though she was able to weasel her way into more donations than ever too from the "wills" of those that she took into her care, if it could even be called that.

And, in the background, where nobody looked, she slithered through the shadows, the nightmare that no one even knew was coming.

Humiliation. Transformation. Capture. What wasn't there for her to like?

Kate took her chance on a middle-aged couple, that sunny Saturday afternoon. It was the middle of the day, but there wasn't a soul around, most people having headed off to the lake or the beach or even other gatherings with family. She knew, as she had been monitoring the neighbourhood for a while, though that was her least favourite part of what she did. Making sure that all would run smoothly and that her tracks were covered was boring, tedious, dragging on and on and on, but she wasn't going to end up as one of those freaks in prison.

That would spoil too much. So, she sat and waited, patiently surveying the area for weeks beforehand, planting bugs, recording conversations, even listening and watching live where it suited her. That was one thing that she would have to pick up later too: all the cameras and microphones that she had planted, all to make sure that there was not a single thing that slipped by her attention. It helped, in a voyeuristic kind of way, to get a good view of everything going down beforehand too, the lives they led, how viciously she would pervert them.

Kate shivered, settling herself a little more comfortably in the car she'd "borrowed", which would end up at the bottom of one of the many lakes up there later, just to make sure that it could not be linked to her in any way afterwards. Patience, yes, she had to have patience.

The middle-aged couple were Dan and Judy, but she was there for the father and, of course, the two sons who were home, visiting from college. Ricky and Paul... Though Paul was the younger one, only his first year of college and his first year officially away from home. It was going to be such a delight to interrupt that!

And things would never be the same for them again as she watched them all in the kitchen together, enjoying their time, mingling, moving amongst one another. What were they doing? Washing dishes? Who in the universe washed dishes with such silly grins on their faces, as if it was the best thing in the world to them? She most certainly could not remember, not even the once, ever washing dishes with such a look on her face and not whenever she'd been around her parents. It wasn't particularly that she had had a bad childhood or anything and her relationship with her parents had been pretty normal too, pretty boring, pretty bland, but they'd never been ridiculously, frivolously happy.

That wasn't how normal families, at least in her opinion, which was what mattered the most, were supposed to be. But she didn't care, couldn't care, not when she was going to blow that all up out of the water.

She waited until Judy, her hair curled and bouncily far too primly around her shoulders, left for some errands, probably for the big family meal they were planning on the Sunday. There was a gathering happening, though Kate had not paid too much attention as to what it was for, only that they were bringing family together. If she didn't strike before that, while the mother was out, she would lose her chance. But, hopefully, she would give the whole adult family one heck of a show if they caught on to everything that was happening on the Sunday, or, at least, the part of it that they would end up privy to...

Smoothly, her car moved as if she was not in control of it, watching the mother drive away, parking down a side street where she could return to it later. Judy would not be back from some hours, she had checked, the father and son, apparently, wanting some bonding time.

Kate smirked, eyes narrowing darkly. They were still blue, not wearing any contacts, chips of ice that should have melted in the furious fire of her soul. She'd probably change her hair colour again soon, for it was part of the image that she had branded for herself, that she was always changing, always putting on a show, always a smile on her face for the visitors to the sanctuary.

She grinned. Maybe red next time... Red like a fox.

She moved swiftly, her feet silent in shoes without a tread on the bottom, leaving no prints, squeaky clean. Her clothes were new, but they would be incinerated later as she crept up the garden path, alert, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of all that was to come. She couldn't help it, not when he wanted to see everything play out that badly, practically quivering with excitement. And yet the nature of her work as she paced smoothly up the path, not quite hunching but keeping her guard up, meant that she had to have a steady hand.

It was a good thing, in that case, that she was even more practised at darting big cats than she was with human beings, bursting through the back door, which was unlocked, and firing three rounds in quick succession. The family that was left in there barely had a chance to react, selecting fishing gear in the little mud room type conservatory in the back of the house. The father turned, his hair a dirty blonde, smart and groomed, trimmed neatly short in a fatherly style, and she revelled in the look of shook on his face. But it was too late for him, his knees buckling.

Paul had curly hair, just like his mouth, while Ricky had more of his father's style, a young man who was conventionally handsome. Kate grinned as they too, both brothers, toppled to the floor, not even managing to make a cry beyond a gasp and a sigh leaving them, their bodies continuing to breathe even as they were knocked out cold. It was the "pretty ones" that pleased her the most. She loved twisted and subverting them, making them do what she pleased, everything that she had never thought possible, until at least she had gotten her hands on her first victims. And it had all been downhill from there!

All three family members collapsed, a dart sticking out of their necks, though she wouldn't need to bind them, not with the serums she had ready in her back, which was strapped to her back. Settling her light jacket, open at the front, more comfortably around her shoulders, she smirked and got to work, dragging the first of the men through into the large, living area of the house.

The curtains, of course, would need to be drawn for what she had planned out for them all...