Twisted Destiny by Nightsong
Story by MrMind
first of all, i want to make it clear: this is NOT my story. all credit is to author known under nickname "Nightsong", which until recently had his (her?) own profile on Hentai Foundry. unfortunately, from reasons unknown, his/hers profile was deleted, and this quite amazing story was doomed to be forever lost. i've managed to recover it, and decided to post it here, to make sure it won't be lost ever again.
so, all credit, praises, and unidentifiable stains on your screens come to Nightsong for his/hers amazing writing skills and great creativity.
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ouch, i've forgot to add some info (tags): anal, bondage, domination/submission, futa on female, futa on shemale, shemale on shemale, futa on futa, incest, rape, trnsformation, male to shemale, female to futa.
oh, and standard disclaimer:
this is an adult fiction story. It is intended for adults and contains elements including, bondage, forced stimulation, rape, and other nasty stuff. if you are underage, and strayed from safe part of Internet, or it is not into your tastes, do not read it, leave now. otherwise, enjoy!
CHAPTER 0
Sharissa studied the four newly caught slaves before her. She smiled, she had been the only one to catch more than two. Spring and autumn equinox was the only time they could try and most came away with one if they were lucky. She had caught four, and closer to the north pole, a harder area to breech into. Most took them from near the equator where the boundaries were weaker. And these were her first. It had been less than two months in Earth time since she ascended to the rank of Daemon Lord by way of murdering her father, an accepted way of ascension as long as it was done properly and secretly.
The four were all different. One Asian girl, from the part of Earth called Japan. She was young, no more than 15. Slightly built and with few curves. But she was pretty.
The other was a male in his late teens from the place called Russia, he had blond hair and an almost girlish face, but a nice, sizable cock. The last two were siblings, one older brother, in his early twenties, tall and overweight, unshaven and in need of a haircut, she could hardly see his eyes for his brown hair hanging down. And his cock was small, but she saw potential in him. The sister was probably a few years younger, she was slight with modest figure but a pretty face and long hair.
So, what to do... What she would do to them was widely speculated on by the others. The fat male was decided, make him a bit shorter, smaller bones and over all a more feminine build, then a pair of breasts, large ones. A pretty face and a luxurious body. Then enlarge the cock and done.
She looked at the sister. Yes... A cock for her, perhaps she could train them separately and then let them reunite... She smiled at the thought of wondering which would fuck the other first. But something more...
No body hair of course, that was a given for all of them. And replace their digestive track with a Oribolis so they would no longer have to bother with eating or excreting. Some bondage training, make her into a masochist, that was the best she thought.
The younger male would do perfect as a feminized masochist, yes. And the Asian girl... Ordinary training for now, then she would see what she felt like.
She did not doubt that her decisions would be labeled “boring” or “ordinary” but she had never had much desire for slaves that were a mass of breasts and tentacles writhing with madness and lust. She wanted more interesting slaves on a mental level as opposed to the physical level.
CHAPTER 1
He woke slowly, his eyes stung as he tried to open them, his mouth was filled with something that he determined to be almost fleshy. Then he felt the pressure of fluid on his ears. His eyes forced themselves open.
He saw the world through a dark yellowish haze. He could only clearly see a short way, the rest was blurred beyond recognition. He could vaguely make out a pillar of some sort ahead of him, patterned in some way. Almost like the shape of a human.
Then his mind cleared, no, it was not a pillar. It was a tube of some sort, like one he was in. He paniced. He would have beat on the glass could he had reached, he tried to swim. But his arms and legs just hung there. He could not move. Terror tore through him and he tried to move, but he was paralyzed.
Something moved outside. He tried to make it out but failed. Then a voice entered his head. “I have allowed you to experience the change, perhaps it will be nice, you will have to tell me later,” it said. It was a female voice, melodious and hard at the same time. What worried him was the tinge of excitement, anticipation and pleasure. It sent a shiver of even clearer fear into him.
Then he felt warm. It began in his chest and slowly filled him. As it reached his head he had to struggle to keep his thoughts in order. And as the feeling got stronger it
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