Misfortune's Call Ch1: Stolen
#1 of Misfortune's Call
Hello everyone. This is my first real story of this nature, so I hope I did alright. Criticism and comments are very appreciated ^^. Anyway, this is a story of a very adult nature, featuring scenes of non-concentual intercourse, gender bending, slavery, and abuse. If you're uncomfortable with any of these please don't read this story. But I hope you're not ^^
Misfortune's Call CH1: Stolen
His name was Robert, an average college student. He preferred to be called Rob, but people often referred to him as Bob, much to his dismay. He was pretty average, the only things setting him apart, appearance-wise, being his long black hair and the tan duster he wore out of convenience of the pockets more than anything. He lived a pretty quiet life, too, not doing much besides going to school and heading back to his apartment. He only had a few friends too, but they were close to him. Small in number but having a bit place in his heart, just the way he liked it.
Currently he was just taking leave of his best friend's apartment. Jeanie, or Jean as she preferred, was Rob's closest and dearest friend, and he'd be lying if he didn't have romantic feelings for her, he had to admit to himself. Though he was careful not to admit that to anyone else but his therapist. They met each other due to the fact that they both had clinical depression they needed to be medicated for, and from that simple common ground a beautiful friendship bloomed. The thin, nerdy girl had a head of blonde hair and a pair of glasses that, in his eyes, made her look adorable.
"See you later, Rob..!" She said, giving her friend a hug. He was the only person she wasn't shy around, normally, but unfortunately that also meant that he knew she wasn't even remotely interested in dating anyone, let alone him. He didn't mind though, long as she was willing to be his friend. He smiled and hugged her back, happily.
"Yep, see you later buddy." He said before he broke the embrace and headed out, Jean closing the door behind him. He smiled again, jamming his hands in his pockets and going downstairs. He tried to get an apartment up at that complex, but it was a bit too rich for Rob's blood anyway. Plus the bus ran right up the street to his own apartment complex, and beyond that to school where he spent most of his time with his friends.
Unfortunately for him, however, the busses weren't running that day and it was a miserable 10 block hike in the dark, through the lower parts of town back to his place. He just kept his stride in check, marching on. He had his own thoughts to deal with as it was anyway, so it wasn't like Rob was gonna be bored on the trip. The streets were never quiet though, as the denizens of the shops and bars he passed weren't ready to turn in, and the sparse traffic almost drowned out his clockwork-like steps.
He looked up at a bar, seeing several anthro slaves sitting with their masters in the window seats. They looked happy, but the very idea of it all made him shiver. Humans that lived in the Northern Union gained respect for each other in that area, but still didn't quite consider sentience to be a trait of the animal-like humanoids that were starting to become more and more common in that country. In fact, more and more humanoids, or, Anthros as they were often called due to their appearance, were being hunted down or taken from the Wilderness to serve as pets, experimental animals, or slaves for those in the Northern and Eastern Unions.
It was a widely debated issue in the Northern Union as well, and as college students often were, Rob was completely opposed to treating the Anthros like that. But, it seemed that a lot of Anthros were cursed with a trait of submissiveness, much like some dogs, and rebellion from them was rare at best. There were no free Anthros to fight for their kind either. Not only this, but the four unions of the human lands were continuously expanding, taking away more and more of the surrounding wilderness.
Rob sighed, walking on. There wasn't a whole lot he could do anyway. Plus, sleep was beckoning him home. He kept walking and finally hit the small block of shops that made up the halfway point between his and Jean's apartments. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a loud yelp from the alley near him. Without thinking much of it, he jogged down to see what had happened, wondering if someone was in trouble.
A few buildings whizzed by and he skidded to a halt when he heard another pained yelp. He saw the problem, which took the form of several humans of varying gender gathered around a very young Husky Anthro. The little creature was currently being raped by one of the men while the others stood around, grinning. They were training her to sell as a sex slave, at such a young age. One of the other men kicked her in the side, producing another yelp.
Rob's mouth opened before he had a chance to think. "Hey!" He squeaked out before realizing that he should have just kept his big trap shut. They all turned and looked at him, angrily. He hesitated a moment before he made his second mistake. He ran. Knowing his weakness they chased after him, easily catching up and grabbing the fleeing student by his arm. He struggled and thrashed, trying to shake them off. But they were larger and stronger than him, and the last thing he heard was a metal scrape and the sound of a pipe being slammed into the back of his head...
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Rob's blurry eyes gently rolled around in his head, the feeling of the cold concrete he was laying on suddenly springing to life against his face. He groaned audibly, becoming aware of a sharp pain ringing through his arm. His bones ached and his skin was burning, probably from being knocked out. A small pool of blood had formed from where he was laying due to his head injury. Still blurry-eyed, he tried to get up, only to find himself handcuffed behind his back. He tried to get up again, only to be held down. The chain was looped around a pipe, making sure he wasn't going anywhere.
He torqued himself into a sitting position, only to find his arms resting a little more comfortably as he leaned his back against the pipe. He jumped, feeling the cold metal against his spine. He was naked, he realized. The foggy haze in Rob's mind didn't lift, but it slowly became thinner as he looked around. He was in a basement, which was empty save for a system of sewer pipes and a water-heater in the corner. A lot of medical tables and trays were laid out, but it looked more like a storage place for narcotics than anything.
He found himself stripped of his clothing as he sat there, naked and cold on the cement. He looked to his left and jumped, startled that he wasn't alone and there was a man and woman in the corner of the room with him. They had heard him groan and were currently talking amongst themselves, but he could barely make anything out his ears were ringing so badly. "What...?" He struggled, looking up at them. The burning in his arm drew his attention again, where he found a myriad of pin-pricks there. They had been injecting him with something.
"What...?" He asked again, becoming clearer. He looked around the room, seeing a large array of scratches and blood marks on the walls. Horror shook him.
"Shut up now. You're lucky you're not dead." The man said, looking at him.
"Why...? What's going on...!?" Rob demanded, panicking. The man laughed as the woman smiled and walked off, going up a set of stairs.
The man looked down at him. "Hahaha. Well we're making you worth something to us. We figured you were a cop or something and we had to beat you down. Guess not then, huh? Oh well, if we let you go you'd get them anyway."
"N-no... No please... I won't..." He begged, lifting his legs together to hide his package.
"Oh I know you won't. But sometimes I'm wrong. Besides, this way we know you won't talk and we'll make a nice buck off your ass..." The man smiled, taking another syringe. He looked around at the basement, at the shackles, cuffs, and leashes on the tables. They were slavers to be sure, but what were they doing that was illegal? It didn't make sense to him...
He shouted, as the man plunged a syringe into his arm and injected him. "Please, stop!" He shouted. The woman came back with three more, and one by one, they found themselves in his arm. He lost his ability to speak, feeling like his blood was boiling. "What are you doing!?" He wanted to yell, but he was only able to scream more. He strained against his handcuffs, to the point where his wrists were bleeding and the metal cut unto his skin.
His skin burned, and his bones ached even more. He could feel his bones snapping and deforming, his skull felt like it was getting split in half. Tendons snapped and reformed, and muscle tissue shifted to accommodate the morphing taking place. His skin burned and bristled, the hairs on his body sticking up. Rob thought he went blind as everything faded to black, and he collapsed against the ground. He was still awake though. He couldn't even feel the cuffs or the concrete on his body as everything burned and shifted, rippling.
It felt like this was going on for over ten minutes until it stopped. The sensation around his body was numb and distant. "Am I dead...?" He tried to ask, but his throat wouldn't allow it. Slowly, but surely, he regained feeling. He opened his eyes, looking at his body. He was in a sitting position again, but when he looked down, he saw white and grey furry legs, each tipped with a bizarre cross between a foot and a dog paw. His eyes watered. Medical science had taken a leap, but this...?
His cock was gone too, now hidden by a fuzzy sheath between his legs. He could still barely move. He was an Anthro now... A Husky Anthro, just like the girl he saw getting raped. Was this what they were talking about? He instantly started screaming, or at least trying to, but it only came out as a pained groan. "Five days later, and you're all done." The male from before said. He looked around again, barely able to move his neck. The other little Husky was sitting in the corner with a leash around her neck, looking pitiful.
"Five days?" Rob thought, horrified. A thousand thoughts were rushing through his mind, but none of them were coherent enough to hang onto. All he saw was his life fading before his eyes. He hadn't even gotten to pick a major yet, and it was already gone... And Jean. He'd never be able to be with her like that. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to throttle these bastards. But his body wouldn't allow any of them. He felt another injection in his arm, and he whimpered, like a beaten dog.
That injection was followed by two more, and his body started to ache again. He whimpered, "Now what..!?" But the words never formed.
"Male Anthros don't sell well normally. Plus we have too many as it is. So you get to be a bitch now." Someone said. Rob wasn't sure who said it but the words made him fill with dread. Much as he expected, and to his dismay, the burning and tingling sensations centered themselves on his crotch.
His cock erected itself out of his sheathe, able to see his red, tapered member for the first, and last, time. He barely got a chance to know it, but his cock just throbbed in ecstasy suddenly, delightfully washing out the pain that was there before. He was met with a face and chest full of his own cum as he orgasmed, spasming around as the tingling got worse. His balls worked hard to empty themselves as he kept shooting streams of cum, which invariably landed right on his face, chest, or belly. He whimpered, humiliated. He looked away as the pleasure returned to pain after his sex organs had emptied themselves.
His senses dulled again, filling with pain. Though this wasn't quite as bad as it had been before. He could feel his balls and cock practically shrinking, several more injections being added to his arm as he felt this happening. He groaned, pained, as he felt his insides catch fire. The burning sensation forced him to close his eyes as he felt like he was being ripped apart. Minutes passed, and when Rob finally gathered the strength to look back at his crotch, he saw nothing save a faint slit wedged into the thin, soft hair around his crotch. Rob was staring at his brand new pussy.
His body caught fire yet again as he looked away. His bones and muscles were shifting again. Two new injections were added to each of his nipples, and more flames erupted on his chest. He could feel the flesh boiling and then ballooning out. His eyes opened and rolled back in his head, only catching a glimpse of his shapely breasts. The pain and shock overtook him. He... she passed out.
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When Rob woke up she wasn't sure how long she had been out. She hadn't moved from that spot, however, as she was still sitting on the floor, her hands behind her back and the cuffs still snugly around her wrists. They had apparently tightened them up as well, to account for the loss in mass. She groaned, having a dull ache still resonating through her bones. Her eyes flooded with tears, looking down at her new, furry, feminine body. Rob would have discounted it as a nightmare had she not been in such agony the night before.
She couldn't move her arms to examine herself, but she could feel the cold air brushing past her fur as it circulated through the room, as well as the crust of her own cum that was left over from before. She also noticed her elongated snout, now fit for a husky. Her body was covered in a soft, silky coat of white and grey fur. She could even feel her new tail with her hands, which twitched on its own occasionally against the pipe. At least she still had her head of hair, or, rather, the mess of dark, longer fur on her scalp. She strained, uselessly, before just bursting into tears again, hyperventilating from crying now. She sobbed to herself, seeing no one else in the room.
Her new pointed ears twitched on the top of her head as she heard a door open and close up the stairs. The man from before was approaching her, followed by another male. She whimpered, a mixture of rage and fear welling up in her chest. But she couldn't do anything but whimper. "Oh look, the bitch is awake." Her tormenter said, his friend just smiling and nodding behind him.
"P-Please... I-" She started but he took a step forward and smacked her roughly across the muzzle. She yelped, shocked.
"Save it. You're a bitch now so you don't speak unless spoken to." He said, coldly. She just sobbed again, shaking out of fear and despair now.
"And the gene therapy worked on an adult too?" His friend asked.
He nodded, "Yes, indeed, heheheh. We even changed her chromosomes around this time. This was that asshole you hit over the head."
"Hahaha! No kidding? A lot more fucking useful now." He said. Rob just kept quiet, shaking. She knew what had happened now, but she still didn't know why....
"Well she's awake now. Go ahead and fuck her." He said, gesturing to her. She looked up, her eyes going wide. She closed her legs together, instinctively.
"Wh-what no...!!!" She argued. She got hit right in the face again, this time hard enough to bruise her muzzle. She yelped again, tears streaming down her face. The other man chuckled and dropped to his knees, starting to undo his pants. She yelped again, squirming away from him but after he freed his shaft he grabbed her by the ankles. She cried out, horrified.
"Too bad you don't have a cherry to pop." He chuckled again, spreading her legs for her. No matter how much she fought he ended up keeping her legs spread with nothing but his body caught between them. His hands now free, he took his shaft and rubbed it against her pussy lips.
She started crying harder, cold shivers running up her spine from her crotch. It was so different than anything she'd felt before... He started slowly pushing himself into her, causing ripples of pleasure to radiate from her new cunny, along with the pangs of shame. She closed her eyes, barely muffling a few whimpers of pleasure as he started to pump in and out of her. "Oohhh... This is a good bitch this time..." He groaned, grinning his stupid-looking grin.
She tried to imagine anything else... she imagined Jean, and how it would be the first time to have sex. He imagined undressing her and letting her undress him, just holding her naked body to his own. Another thrust was felt, and she cried out again, snapping back to reality. More tears flowed down as she begged them to stop, her still-masculine mind rebelling against the horrible pleasure seeping up her body.
The other male smacked her across the muzzle again, roughly, causing her to shut her trap once again. She felt his rod pressing far into her depths, making her whole body squirm in ecstasy. Rob was so ashamed as more and more grunts and moans of pleasure punctuated her whimpers. She kept trying to imagine sex with Jean, but her fantasy kept getting interrupted by the invading cock and the pleasure it brought.
Minutes must have passed, as she felt the hot glow of her body getting stronger until she felt like the insides of her privates were getting electrocuted with pleasure. She moaned, loudly, not knowing that this was her climax. It was so different from when she had masterbated as a male... It felt just as good, maybe better, but so different. It lasted for several moments before she felt something hot flood her insides.
The human pulled out after cumming, leaving the panting anthro girl on the floor, unceremoniously zipping up and giving his friend a triumphant nod. Rob was almost passed out again. It felt so good on her body but... she felt so awful on the inside. She cried, still panting and collapsed against the pipe. It had felt so wrong, she felt dirty, used... She didn't have much time to think of it since the other male grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, undoing her handcuffs, finally.
He dragged her to her feet, cum still oozing down her legs. She fell over instantly, but he kept her steady. Rob looked down at her hands, seeing the blood caked on the fur around her wrists. "On you knees." The human said, demandingly. She looked up at him, teary-eyed. He grabbed her by the scruff again and pushed her down on all-fours, since she obviously couldn't resist in that physical state.
More tears ran down her face as he walked off and came back moments later. She felt something wrap around her neck and then tighten, feeling a buckle snap into place. She felt her neck only to discover a collar... The man had also snapped a leash on it and dragged her to her feet. She just stumbled off behind him through another door in the basement she had to call home for several days. Her vision was so blurry as blood rushed to her brain, her surroundings dimming with her exhaust, pain, and recent orgasm.
He opened a door and allowed her to walk in herself, which Rob did immediately. She found a small blanket on the floor and nearly collapsed onto the wooly cover. It felt so much better than the cold, hard ground anyway.... "Welcome to your new home, bitch. We'll get you used to it." He said, closing the door behind him. The only light was coming in through the cracks around the door. She whimpered and sobbed, curling up and hugging her own, furry legs. She was so exhausted that sleep didn't take long to catch up with her.