Title: Hellish Reward II Part 4
Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name:
Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: A year after the disappearance of the dude from Hellish
Reward, three old friends quest to find him. He probably owes them money.
Meanwhile, he’s in Hell.
Part 4 contains:
M/F(F-Dog)Transformation. At least, I guess that’s the best way to put it…
Peter’s Student House
Dave’s arm dropped to his
side, as the puzzle box fell from his fingers. Jenny and Jim-Bob looked around
expectantly. Minty Foo Foo trained her big dog eyes on Jim-Bob with a look of
pure adoration. Her tail thumped carpet over the fertile heat emanating from
her canine crotch.
“So… why’d you stop
talking in mid-sentence?”
Dave’s mouth moved
silently. He shut it. He’d felt it and seen it all; the looks of confusion on
two faces told him he was the only one.
“I don’t think we’ve
reached hell,” Jim-Bob began, in the special voice he used for mis-quoting
episodes of Red Dwarf, “in fact I don’t think we’ve budged a sme…”
“Jim-Bob. This is hell.”
“Looks like typical
student housing to me… you’re right.”
Jenny reached out and
gently squeezed Dave’s shoulder. Something was setting her less human senses on
edge, and grating at the sides of her brain. The cat-girl couldn’t decide if
she believed they were in Hell or not. Jenny had self-confidence issues that
were slowly eroding in the glare of Dave’s love and recognising this with a
moment’s thought she elected to trust Dave. She decided that she believed they
were in hell. Then she decided she needed to convince herself that she believed
they were now in Hell.
“Sod this. I’m going to
get some water. I’ve got a sodding awful hang-over.” Jim-Bob turned and walked
to the door out of Pete’s bedroom, closely followed by Minty Foo Foo.
“WAIT! WE NEED TO STICK…”
Dave began but he was too slow and anyway Jim-Bob wasn’t listening. The
strawberry blonde student and Minty Foo Foo walked out through the door, which
shut behind them, “…together.”
Dave ran to the door and
yanked it open. The student looked through with despairing eyes and saw only a
long corridor. Bare blue bulbs hung on glistening ceiling wires over a dirty
black and white tiled floor. The whole set-up screamed low budget. Jim-Bob and
Minty-Foo were gone.
Hell
Yeah, they were in Hell ever since the end of the last
part. If you’re enjoying the film version some mouthy fuck probably already
shouted that out. We’ve such snacks to sell you. Sweet for some, Salted for
others. So eager to snack, so reluctant to pay for it. Buy Popcorn. Buy it now.
“Fuck. Me.”
“Sure. That’s a lot more fun than going to hell, love.” Jenny moved in behind Dave and nibbled on his ear, only then seeing the corridor. Her sudden yelp partially deafened Dave as the cat-girl held him tightly. He felt claws pricking through his shirt and into his chest. Jenny hissed.
“I’m scared,” Jenny souded
a lot less tough than Dave was used to hearing from the human-disguised
cat-girl. His heart quickened, he felt guilty for taking her to hell with him.
He knew he should have left her behind – even if she had threatened to
claw off his balls.
“Don’t worry. We’re gonna
get um… by. We’ll get Him out of hell, rescue Jim-Bob and the dog if we have
too, and then swing by heave…” Dave thought about Pete, “uh… purgatory…” he
thought some more, “Heck with it. See if we can’t find that godless commie
bastard around here at the same time.”
He squeezed Jenny’s hand,
and turned around to kiss her. Jenny felt a little of the fear drain away as
Dave held her close and wrestled tongues with her. Dave felt even more fearful
as he contemplated the task ahead of them, which probably demonstrates some
form of conservation of emotional energy to any furiously masturbating physics
students.
“Come on. Lets go. Oh, and
if you see a big blue guy with a lot of pins, it’s gonna get bad…”
“Torture?”
Dave shook his head,
“Pretentious twaddle about pain and suffering.”
Jenny shuddered, and then
stretched. Dave admired the Cat-Girl’s grace as she bent inhumanly far back,
and thrust out her arms, claws and all. With only Dave to witness she was happy
to show signs of her Cat-Girlness.... She yawned widely before speaking again.
Dave admired that as well.
“This place… it’s so like
his room…”
Dave shook his head, and
started to point out little differences, “Look… the Gigli DVD has an Oscar
nomination logo. The Star Wars episode three poster promises more Jar-Jar than
ever before. And look! The playboy magazine has naked guys!”
“That’s awful…” Jenny
agreed, shuffling closer to the magazine, “but why does it look like his
bedroom?”
Dave thought about that
and realised the effect had caused them to become separated quickly from
Jim-Bob and Minty Foo Foo. That suggested to him that their arrival was being
controlled, or manipulated.
“We’ve got nothing, have
we? Nothing against the forces of hell…” Jenny held up her hand before her
face, and flicked out the claws. She tried to envision herself fighting huge
demonic hell beasts with them, and decided it could actually be a worse fight
than along the Prince of Wales road on a Saturday night. Dave gently took her
hand and kissed it on the back.
“We’ve got love.”
They kissed again, Dave’s
hands finding his way down her back, into her trousers, to stroke her furry
tail. Jenny bucked against him, kissing harder. There was something in the air
trying to fill them both with lust, and failing primarily because they were
already madly lusting for each other. It was with great reluctance Dave broke
the kiss, and with even greater reluctance that Jenny let him.
“Come on, Jenny. We’ve got
to get out of this place,” Dave didn’t care about swiping song lyrics, unless
they were Elton John’s. He put his arm around Jenny as they left the room. The
Door slammed shut behind them, trapping them in the blue-lit corridor. It was
Dave’s turn to yelp as he pulled the cat-girl closer.
“What…the…smeg…” Jim-Bob
began. Everything had gone dark as he stepped through the door, and he’d felt a
sensation of movement. Now the lights had come back up and he was standing in a
jungle clearing. The heat was oppressive, and he was sure that there were tinkerbelle
like fairies flitting around off in the trees. Brightly coloured flowers and
blossoms were causing a heavy sweet scent in the air, like an explosion at a
Boots fragrance counter.
“There is no… such… thing…
as… Hell.” Jim-Bob closed his eyes and tried to will the ‘obvious
hallucination’ away. Pete had apparently slipped some special mushrooms into
his breakfast. He didn’t remember eating breakfast. Pete was dead. That was
that hypothesis screwed. Scientific logic had once again failed to be any comfort
against Hell.
“Bugger,” Jim-Bob summed
up his feelings.
“I said the same thing
about bad karma once, but with less crudity. I was a princess, you see, and
princesses didn’t swear in those days.”
Jim-Bob turned to see an
attractive five-foot Asian girl; dressed in a style of clothing he wasn’t
familiar with. She looked Indian to him, or Pakistani or maybe even Bangladeshi
– he couldn’t tell the difference if he was honest. Though he didn’t recognise
the clothing, he could see she was richly dressed – the clothing was well cut,
showing strategic pieces of flesh, and she was hung with golden jewellery.
Finely wrought earrings hung from each ear, and she smiled brilliantly white.
JimBob came from a farming family and had worked the orchards before university
so he also noticed the smooth softness of her hands. This girl was not used to
hard work.
She smelt faintly of
cinnamon, or something like cinnamon.
Jim-Bob felt a familiar
movement in the region of his crotch. The sleeping trouser-snake was waking and
hunting for rodents, as the Cornish would say. There was something in the air
anyway that was affecting Jim-Bob more with every breath, though he wasn’t
aware of it then. He wanted to say something suave, something sophisticated.
Something James Bond would impress a beautiful girl with. He desperately
searched for the relevant line.
“You expect me to talk?”
he asked.
The strange girl – he
realised that she no more than seventeen or eighteen, and certainly fully past
puberty – blinked brown eyes at him.
“Oh fuck it.” The student
held out his hand, “Hello. I’m Jim-Bob, what’s your name?” he tried perhaps the
most successful ‘chat-up’ line of all time.
“Minty Foo Foo.”
Jim-Bob took his turn to blink,
expressing the author’s limited repertoire of character facial emotion. On the
plus side, I’m good at poker.
“The dog? But… you’re a
girl!” Jim-Bob said, as all the horny bestiality fans that only read the
stories in hopes of seeing him screw the pooch groaned in disappointment and
went to read stories with horny beasts in. And beasts without horns. Whatever
turns ‘em on.
“Minty Foo Foo is my new
incarnation. Centuries ago in a past life I looked like this, my name was
Preeti”
“I bet it was,” said
Jim-Bob, too busy sleazily looking at her body to pay much attention, “But what
was it?”
The Indian princess
frowned, “No… it was… Preeti” She was pleased that Jim-Bob was seemingly
un-knowledgeable about Karmic law. He didn’t see, to be aware that, to have
gone from princess to dog, she must have been a very naughty girl. Luckily for
her, Jim-Bob’s knowledge of comparative religion was equivalent to the current
Pope’s knowledge of particle physics.
“Oh… Preeti. Like
the Bollywood star,” Jim-Bob wiped his wrist across his forehead, removing some
of the sweat. He was hung-over, thirsty, needing a piss and in Hell. On
reflection it wasn’t the best start to a day he’d ever experienced. Still, Hell
seemed a lot more fun than he’d been led to believe; a tropical jungle
certainly beat a fiery pit in Jim-Bob’s opinion. ‘I could get used to this
place,’ he thought. Drawing in a deep breath he noticed something else
beneath the rich jungle smells: the stench of the abattoir. He shuddered.
“So… Preeti… We’re in Hell
and…” Jim-Bob began, adjusting his glasses. The deep lungful of jungle air
hadn’t done him any good. He was starting to feel very aroused. He broke off,
embarrassed, as he realised his erection was now creating a tent in his
trousers. Preeti wiped the sweat from her brow with a slim wrist, and noticed
that her nipples were poking through the fabric of her dress. She too noticed
Jim-Bob’s boner and remembered him inside her. The Indian princess’s face split
with a lustful smile as she moved closer to Jim-Bob, who merely looked
embarrassed.
“Something… something in
the air here… It’s almost like getting drunk, can’t you fee—MMMPH!” Jim-Bob was
cut off as Preeti pulled his head down to hers and passionately thrust her
tongue into his mouth. There was over a foot difference in height between them
as Jim-Bob gave in to his urges and grabbed her ass to pull her head up to his
level. His flame-haired fiancée back in the world never even crossed his mind.
Preeti wrapped her legs and arms tightly around his lanky frame as they kissed.
He could feel the nipples on her small but perfectly formed breasts crushing
into his chest.
The kiss broke.
“I want you. Now.” Preeti
told him.
“We… there’s something
affecting us… something…. We should resist…” Jim-Bob began, perhaps fuelled by
the part of his nature that got all orgasmic at editing binary.
Preeti leaned back
slightly in his arms and tore his shirt open, as buttons flew off hard and a
tiny fairy cry of “You Bastards! You killed Pamela!” was heard.
“Or not…” Jim-Bob started
to say, as Preeti leaned down to kiss his chest. He gently let her go and
finished removing his shirt, followed by his trousers and socks. Whatever was
affecting them had cured his hangover, and he decided that he was having real
problems with the long standing ‘hell is the bad place’ argument as he stood
naked in the jungle.
Preeti stood in her own
pile of clothes, admiring Jim-Bob for the barest of seconds before leaping back
at him. The strawberry blonde Jim-Bob’s skin seemed very pale pressed against
Preeti’s warm brown flesh as his near-painfully hard cock poked out beneath her
ass, the length rubbing along her crotch. He could feel her juicing up against
him, through her untamed teen bush.
“ooohhh Jim-Bob…” Preeti
was running her hands over his back as she gently chewed his ear.
“Ohhh Preeti. Oooh.”
Jim-Bob had his hands on her ass as he kissed whatever parts of her neck and
shoulder he could reach. All thoughts of the others, of rescuing Him, were driven
from their minds. Jim-Bob couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Preeti and their
eyes locked as his prick sprang up nudging at her sex, searching for just the
right…
“oooooooohhhhhhhhh” they
both groaned in unison as Jim-Bob lowered Preeti down, her incredibly wet pussy
allowing him to sink deeply inside her. He dropped to his Incredibly slowly
knees on the soft, warm, jungle floor. Preeti’s juice was already running
freely down through her bush to the base of his shaft, coating his balls. ‘Tight,’
he thought. The petite seventeen year old was so very slippery-wet and Tight.
Preeti felt utterly filled by the cock buried balls deep inside her snatch.
Already, neither was far
off climax as they locked again in a furiously passionate kiss, eyes closed tightly
as each held the other and enjoyed the feelings of closeness of their bodies
pressed tightly and joined at the crotch. Jim-Bob re-adjusted his grip on her
butt, as Preeti urged him on.
“Come on,” she started,
“yes… yes… ahhhhhhhhhh” Jim-Bob had lifted Preeti up his shaft until only the
head was inside her and then lowered her again. The sensations radiating from
their genitals were incredible. Jim-Bob began sliding the Indian girl up and
down his shaft, slowly at first but with increasing speed. He easily had the
strength to control the sex as Preeti gripped her nails into his shoulders and
moaned heartily as he filled her with meat.
Jim-Bob wasn’t the most
sexually experienced student, but he knew he wanted to try and make Preeti
climax first. He ground his teeth and shook the sweat from his head as he
slammed the writhing, lust-filled girl onto his cock. Preeti was moaning hard,
her voice rising to a scream.
“Ohhhhh…. I’mmm…
CCUUUMMMOWWWLLL!” Preeti started to scream her climax as she came, her pussy
gripping and releasing Jim-Bob’s prick raggedly. Jim-Bob realised the girl was
changing in his arms. The student realised he was holding Minty Foo Foo
awkwardly onto his cock as the screamed orgasm turned to exited yelping.
Jim-Bob exploded into the slippery
dog cunt, unable to control his hips as he thrust his lust inside, spunk and
juice squirting back out around his tightly squeezed prick. Seconds later he
let Minty Foo Foo go; he almost dropped her as she wiggled off his cock.
Spinning around the golden-furred dog set to work on his cock and balls with
her loving soft tongue. Jim-Bob was too shocked to stop her.
Slowly coming down from
her climax, Minty Foo Foo became Preeti again, on her hands and knees. She
looked up at Jim-Bob over his still hard prick and licked her lips. There was
no let up in the lustful feelings consuming the pair.
Dark eyes watched them
through the trees as they rutted on the jungle floor. The viewer left,
satisfied that they were unlikely to stop fucking each other anytime soon.
They were but bit-part
players in a greater story.
Interlude:
A girl wrapped in heavy winter clothes walked through the snow covered Norwich streets, and stopped before a terraced house. She looked up and down the street, with only her eyes showing between scarf and hat. Opening the gate she walked gracefully and easily down the garden path, despite her heavy clothing. Raising a gloved hand she rang the bell. Fresh snow started to fall as she watched a figure through frosted door glass come down the hallway and open it.
“Hi.” The girl had brunette curls falling about her shoulders as she shivered against the cold.
“Hello. I’m meeting your housemate here.”
“Oh… okay. Come on in.”
It seemed that the stranger smiled under her scarf, her eyes bright. Visitors were common to the terraced house, and so the brunette led the stranger down the hallway into the living room.
“Everyone’s here.”
“No. I’m meeting your other housemate.”
“But… we’re the only ones who live here. Right guys?” the other students in the room, two girls and guy, nodded and spoke their assent.
“Only four of you in this house of five bedrooms?”
“Well… there was… but he disappeared a year ago.”
“Not long after setting up the standing order for this years rent, which was decent of him” piped up the guy cheerfully, “Have you come to the wrong house?”
“No. The right house. He’ll be back here soon. I’ll wait.”
The housemates exchanged glances. It seemed unlikely.
“I’m… I’m not sure you should,” the brunette said.
“Oh? Come. Play with me.”
Interlude ends.