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   -------------------------------------------------- The Black Duchess
Part I: Telana By Von Krieger

   Transformation, Scalie, gargoyle, rape, tentacle-girl, hyperphallic,
kidnapping, anthro gryphon, furry, hermaphrodite

   This is a story set in the Belial story setting, the fan group can be
found here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/legends_of_belial/ while the
explanation for the place can be found here:
http://www.furnation.com/Demon-Man/

   A druid's body has been taken over by serpents who control her...

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   Telana didn't particularly like the attention that was being paid to
her. Didn't like it one bit.  The woman was spending nearly all of her time
ignoring her meal and staring at her, Duchess something or other.  She
stared at Telana just like many other patrons of the high class restaurant
where she worked Of course they would be a reason to stare, Telana was a
bit of an oddity.  It was strange to see a small octopus like creature
pulling itself across the room sweeping the floor with a small hand brush
and dustpan.

   Well, small was a relative term.  Telana had seen smaller transformed
around, but compared to a normal sized human, she wasn't very tall.  It
didn't help that around half the average height is devoted to legs, which
Telana didn't have.  Instead she had a pair of large tentacles where each
leg used to be.  She had difficulty moving, for her tentacles weren't
covered with suckers like an octopus or squid, even if they did have
squid-like pads at the end.  No, unfortunately they were all soft skin and
muscle, and they were all Telana had to move with.

   It was a chore.  She had to find a patch of floor with the end of each
tentacle then pull herself along with two tentacles, pushing with the
others.  OF course she probably would move faster if she allowed her body
to lie on the floor, but she didn't.  Where the mouth of some ocean going
cephalopod would be, she had her pussy, at least THAT hadn't changed any.
Telana wasn't some lust-crazed slut that would just drag her body all over
the place hoping for some stimulation.  Telana had seen transformed like
that, she didn't have any interest in being one of them.

   Fate had been cruel to Telana, that and the unknown person who had
dumped a load of demon cum into her drink a few months ago.  If her legs
weren't bad enough, the change had also affected her arms.  At the
shoulders Telana had four pairs of tentacles, two to each side.  Unlike her
'feet' these didn't have a gripping pad on the end.  It took two or three
of her upper tentacles to get a good grip on something, as opposed to just
the one of her lower.  Her 'feet' made better hands then her 'hands' did.

   Of course with all those limbs, most people would think Telana would
have an easy time of cleaning things, but in reality it was much more
difficult.  Washing the floor was easy, Telana couldn't use a mop easily,
but a few damp cloths worked well enough, and those she could use one in
each tentacle.  But sweeping on the other hand, or tentacle, was difficult,
as she had to sweep in a line, rather then in a circular motion.  She could
only sweep one little part of the restaurant where she worked at a time. 
She'd get a single one foot by six foot patch done, then scoot her body
over another few feet and start again.  Again, she would probably be better
served with a third pan and brush with her foot tentacles, but she wasn't
going to degrade herself by doing that.

   Her boss had given her a small, flat board with wheels underneath to sit
on, but Telana refused to use it.  She wasn't crippled; she was just
different.  She knew he would look at her and sigh sometimes, he'd let her
keep her job out of pity, and because she didn't have anyone else that'd
take care of her.

   So far she'd been lucky, she wasn't in any position to defend herself.
Her tentacles weren't very strong, and they were too bulky to serve as
whips.  Any normal sized human would easily be able to break out of her
grip, or peel a tentacle off of their neck.  Which was why Telana had grown
to recognize the looks on people's faces, so she could duck in the back and
hide if they looked too mean.  Of course her boss didn't like that very
much either.

   Telana wondered what they were talking about, as both would occasionally
cast a glance in her direction.  Maybe they were hoping someone would trip
over her, or back a chair into her.  Due to the fact she was below waist
height to all but the smallest people, both events happened with far more
regularity then she'd like.  Oh good, that creepy lady was leaving.  She
nodded at Telana's boss one more time before heading for the door.  Telana
wondered what they'd been talking about, as her boss was smiling.  He
didn't do that particularly often.

   Telana soon forgot about the conversation, her concentration needed on
more urgent matters like spots on the floor, and not having her tentacles
stepped on.  She bruised easily, and a tentacle caught under the tread of
someone's shoe would leave it hurting too much to be used.  The last time
it happened Telana had curled it around her body for a week and a half.  As
a result she tended to almost cower whenever someone bigger then a child
came anywhere close to her.

   Telana eventually finished cleaning the floor, the last thing she had to
do before she could go home.  It took her nearly four hours longer to
finish her shift at the restaurant then it did back when she was 'normal,'
so as a result Telana didn't do much more then work and sleep.  She yawned
and rubbed her sore back with a leg tentacle before dragging herself up the
stairs behind the bar to her 'home,' a small apartment converted from an
office, one of several actually, hers the only one in use at the moment, no
one particularly wanted to have home be a tiny space with barely enough
room for a bed and a desk, with a closet stuck on one end and a shared
bathroom.

   Oh the view was lovely, if you liked looking at the alley in back, and
had a fondness for bricks and trash.  The only reason there was a window
was due to the fact that the three-story building needed a fire escape by
some local building code or some such.  Telana never cast a glance toward
the window as she stripped her uniform off and slid into bed.  She never
noticed the latch in the open position.  As a result she never heard her
assailant coming.

   Telana awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, finding a dark figure
standing over her.  She opened her mouth to scream, only to find a waiting
gag sliding easily inside.  She struggled feebly with her attacker, her
tentacles unable to find a grip on smooth, scaly skin.  Clawed fingertips
easily tearing through the fabric of her nightclothes.  Unable to do
anything, Telana could simply lie there as a forked tongue slid over her
exposed breasts, the beast pulling it's maleness against her, stroking it
to full erectness

   Pained tears slide down Telana's face as the creature thrusts into her,
feeling like she's about to be split in half from the size of the organ. 
Its disgusting, pulsing, cold, and slimy, like a snake slithering into her
body.  Telana can feel the monster's balls pressing up against her,
shuddering at the touch of scaly skin against her body.  She tries to slide
a tentacle around the sack, trying to cause the creature some kind of harm.
She squeezes with all her might, the creature hisses loudly.

   Telana keeps up the pressure, only to find the sound continuing, the
beast's thrusts coming harder.  "Ssssssily creasssssure," it hisses,
"Feelssss good." Telana pulls away her tentacle like she's been burned, her
efforts at fighting back only arousing the creature further.  The monster
pulls out, and with a powerful hand, flips Telana over.

   "Get usssssssed to thisssss, sssssssoon it will be my sssssssole way of
getting pleasssssure from you." the creature hisses, plunging its shaft
into Telana's ass, the agony causing Telana to cry out into her gag.  The
beast lifts Telana up off the bed, one hand fondling Telana's breasts,
slipping a clawed finger into Telana's cunt with the other.  Telana finds
her head buried between two fleshy orbs, gigantic, scaly breasts.  She
wraps her tentacles around the beasts' hand, trying to pull it away from
herself, but she can feel the powerful muscles under scaled flesh, her
tentacles falling limp before even attempting resistance.

   A sudden dull light fills the room, filtered through the frosted glass
window of her door.  Telana can see the monster fucking her, can see it
fucking her, can see the terrified expression on her face, all in the
mirror atop the dresser on the wall opposite her bed.  The creature looks
very much like a demented wizard's fusion between lizard and bat, a pair of
yellow membraned wings connected to a scaly green body.  The beast's hands,
groping at Telana's body are in actuality it's feet, a long, thick tail
lashing excitedly behind the monster.

   The door squeaks open, and Telana sees her boss standing there.  For a
moment she thinks he'll charge the beast, driving it out the window with a
punch that's shattered the jaw of many a violent drunkard with an inflated
wallet, but instead the look on his face is one of annoyance.  "Hmph, I'd
have thought you be done by now, fled into the night with my payment lying
here on the bed."

   The beast fills the air with it's hissing laugh, pulling a tiny bag form
around it's neck with it's tail and throwing it to the big man.  "Jussssst
tesssssting the mersssssendissssse.  Far better then eckssssssssspected."
it hisses.  It laughs once more.  "I ssssssuposssse that I could enjoy
mysssssself on the way, rather then make a messsssss, after all, the
ssssssooner I'm gone, the sssssssoner you can knock the wallsssss down and
ecksssssspand sssssseating."

   The man shrugs, "Something like that, yeah." The beast chuckles, pulling
Telana close to it's body.  "Then I ssssssshall be on my way.  Enjoy your
money." The creature turns, pulling itself and Telana out the window with
its wings.  "You know, you could've used the door." the big man says.  "It
sssssqeuakssss, no way to ssssssneak up on my prissssssse." says the
creature, a flap of it's wings pulling it aloft, Telana still impaled in
it's cock.

   Telana clenches her eyes shut, not wanting to see how high they are,
knowing the creature could let go of her at a moment's notice and send her
crashing to the ground.  The creature begins to circle, resuming its
torment of Telana's breasts and pussy.  Telana tries to fight the
pleasurable sensations her body is giving her.  The monster occasionally
slowing it's pace, keeping her on edge for what seems like forever.

   Telana feels the creature tense, and a burning hot liquid filling her
insides, the beast keeping her back no more, Telana writhes in it's
clutches, cumming despite herself.  The monster, still shooting it's seed
into her, finally lands, un ceremoniously dumping Telana to the ground and
covering her body with still more of the beast's boiling jism.

   Telana turns around to face her attacker, only to find the creature with
its lips wrapped around it's cock, milking every last drop of cum from it's
massive organ.  Telana finds herself to weak to move, her meaningless
struggles against the powerful creature having drained her.  Telana jumps
as a hand touches her nether regions.

   "No, this won't do." she hears a voice say.  "This won't do at all."
Telana recoils from a painful slap to her cunt, trying to spin around to
face this new menace.  Telana needn't have bothered, hands gripping her
from both sides, and finds herself staring into the face of the woman that
had been glaring at her earlier today.  The face was the same, but Telana
could see the skin and hair were different.  Dark brown skin, nearly black,
and shining silvery hair.

   The Duchess, having thrown off her annoying human disguise, clicks her
tongue down at Telana.  "I would have thought that a strange little
creature like yourself would have had other interesting things happen to
her body.  Especially down here." the dark elf said, running a hand over
Telana's cunt.  "But I suppose having to do it myself will be much more
gratifying." she says, sliding a finger inside Telana.

   "You won't need this anymore!" the dark elf says with a snort.  With
that Telana feels her flesh begin to burn with an intense agony from
within, she howls in pain into her gag.  "Let's see, what would be the most
fun to put on you?" The Duchess says as she lifts Telana from the ground,
four strong arms gripping the tentacled girl's body, taking her inside. 
The Duchess casts a glance to lizard-bat, currently engaged in licking it's
cum from the ground.  "Rokor!" she snarls.  "Get back to work!"

   The creature looks up startled, a disappointed look on its beastial
face. "But it'ssssss not my fault you made me tassssste so good,
misssstresss!" The Duchess sighs and shakes her head.  "Oh, I supposed not,
but be back on patrol in fifteen minutes." she says, closing the door
behind her.  She lays the writhing Telana on a plump cushion in front of a
large full-length mirror.

   "Excuse me while I stretch my legs, pet." The Duchess says with a
giggle, wrapping her legs around Telana, who recoils in disgust at the
strange stretching and popping sounds as the dark elf's legs reform into
something beastial and bird-like.  The talons on each foot grip one of
Telana's leg tentacles pulling them away from the girl's body.  "Such a
bother to have to maintain such a mundane form." the dark elf purrs, her
face growing into a black beak, purple and black feathers appearing on her
body, a luxurious pair of multicolored wings unfurling from her back, the
skin on her hand and feet becoming thick and rough, claws sprouting from
her fingertips, a trio of breasts appearing on her torso, on between the
original set, and two below it.

   The Duchess props Telana's head on the lowest pair.  "Look at yourself,
pet.  Look in the mirror." Having no other choice, Telana does so.  To her
horror she find that her vagina is no more, flat, featureless skin where
her womanhood used to be.  A black-clawed hand softly runs over the place
where the Telana's genitals used to be.  "So what should I put here, my
dear?  Something that would bring me pleasure, so that means something big
and male."

   The Duchess clicks her beak softly, trying to think of something.  "Well
we can't give you a set of slimy tentacles now can we?  After all, you ARE
to be my maid after all, we can't have you dripping all over the floor.  As
much fun as it would be watching you try to clean the floors, there must be
sacrifices in the name of efficiency.  All the same we can't just stick
something on you, anybody can just wave at a passing creature and go 'Poof!
There's a dick!' No, I need my maid to have something unique, like Rokor
out there.  She basically cums honey, didn't you know?  Well, it's a little
thinner, and a different color, not nearly as sticky, comes out of the
carpets a lot easier, but otherwise basically the same.  Quite a delightful
creature to have around for tea, or to flutter around the estate looking
for intruders.  Not a particularly fast delivery service however."

   The dark elf caresses the bases of Telana's front two tentacles.  "Bah,
I can decide on the business part in a bit, I can start with the base right
now.  It'd go perfectly right here.  After all, testicles, tentacles,
sounds the same, right?" Telana squirms in agony as the burning sensation
returns, accompanying the swelling at the base of each tentacle.  Telana
squeezes her eyes shut, only to find herself the recipient of a stinging
slap.  "Watch!  Watch yourself change!  Don't make me turn your head into
one big cock!  You have eyes, use them!"

   Shuddering, Telana opens her eyes, looking in the mirror, seeing the
flesh expanding, becoming two large basketball sized spheres.  The Duchess
grabs Telana with one hand, pulling out skin where skin shouldn't pull out,
forming a sack between the two tentacles.  "Excuse me for a second, pet."
The Duchess says, picking herself up from the cushion, flicking a purple
furry tail with a fan of brightly colored feathers on it out from under
her. "Tail was cramping."

   The Duchess rubs her furry legs against the sides of Telana's body. 
"Mmmm!  I wish I could make up my mind on what to put there, I'm almost so
horny I can't think!" The griffeness snorts.  "Well, considering you'd
probably chaff yourself to no end on the carpet, I supposed I shall put you
to work cleaning the marble floors, make them shine.  I want my guests to
see their reflections in them.  Except for that Count Pbppttbbppppth..."
the Duchess makes raspberry and spitting noises.  "...De Lionheart,
honestly the silly man thinks he's a vampire.  His fangs fell out in his
wine last year, how embarrassing."

   "Now anyway pet, You really ought to be able to shine the floor all by
yourself, and with these honeys...." the griffeness cups Telana's balls
with her talons.  "I'm sure you'll be able to store up more then enough for
a room at a time.  Oh best make sure." Once more then agonizing feelings of
change fill Telana's body, this time on her rear tentacles, and the space
between them.  Tears spring forth anew from Telana's eyes as she watches
her body grow even more freakish, her rear tentacles swelling with a
roundness that Telana's backside hasn't seen since the loss of her buttocks
to the change.

   But the changes don't stop.  The dark elf laughs, "Well pet, I think you
ought to be able to scrub and polish much better with a few more tentacles,
so why not even things out?  I mean you have eight arms, so why not have
eight legs as well?" Telana howls into the gag, the fiery pain seemingly
filling every part of her body as a four additional tentacles, each
sporting a huge testicle at the base, erupt from her underside.

   The griffeness pokes and prods her handiwork.  "Hmm, with all these I
don't think we'll ever fit it all under a cute dress.  But if we rearrange
a little bit..." Telana tenses, expecting pain, but finding the sensation
much less agonizing this time, more of a tingling.  "Divide into two sides,
we can run a strap under you and up the back.  That would work perfectly!"
Telana watches as the sacks of her testicles shift a bit, a gap forming
between the two directly in front, and the two directly in back.

   Telana's mistress nuzzles her new pet.  "I think I have just the thing
for you pet, and I'm sure that you'll appreciate the help.  It'll look so
pretty, big, black, and glistening, mmmmm..." Telana feels the griffeness
shifting under her, realizing with disgust that she's masturbating with one
foot.  "Mmmmm.....  better hurry up, I want it now!  Want all of it.... 
inside me...." The dark elf pants, cupping a breast lapping at it with a
long black tongue.

   Then another hand she begins to stroke a spot on Telana's tummy, right
below her naval.  The skin parts and swells, a sheath forming and a tiny
black length growing from inside.  The tiny growth quickly thickens to
about the size of the base portion of one of Telana's leg tentacles. 
Telana shudders as the griffeness' fingers dip inside the sheath, stirring
Telana's new organ awake.  Telana closes her eyes and turns away, her
mistress too involved in pleasuring herself to notice.

   Telana can feel her new length, and that's more then enough.  It can't
possible be as big as it feels, it just can't!  Telana opens her eyes,
staring her new cock in the face.  Four tentacles, the same size as her
scrawny arm tentacles, sprout from the base of the cockhead, twitching
obscenely in the air.  Telana's body is wracked with a sob as she discovers
that she can in fact control the tentacles on the end of her shaft.

   The griffeness eyes the huge black cock hungrily, and pushes Telana to
the floor, spreading her furry legs and lowering herself onto Telana's
shaft.  Telana can see the bulge her cock makes in the griffeness' belly.
The dark elf leans down and licks Telana's face; she seems somewhat
startled to find the gag still there.  "Oh I'd thought I'd taken this out
awhile ago, I've already made you the perfect maid, who should be known by
her work, not her words."

   She pulls the gag away, Telana tries to speak, trying to beg the
creature to change her back, but all she can manage is a soft moan. 
"There, isn't that better, pet?  Not choking on that awful tasting rubber?"
says the Duchess, replacing the gag with her long tongue as the thing
that's choking Telana.

   The poor pet-to-be can do nothing but lie back, and try to enjoy the
feelings of her changed body.  Feelings that she knows will be the center
of her life for a long, long time.  She wraps her tentacles around the fur
and feather covered form atop her, pulling her in close.  The griffeness
returns the gesture, snuggling Telana against the soft down of her belly,
wrapping her soft wings around the tentacled girl's back, not noticing her
new maid crying into her shoulder.

   The griffeness cries out and her muscles clamp down on Telana's huge
shaft, a strange warmth coming over Telana's body as she shivers, then
shoots her load into the multicolored creature astride her.  The dark elf's
belly is not enough to contain the vast amount of cum; the smooth, slippery
liquid erupts from the small space that it can fit between Telana's member
and her mistress cunt.  The pressure sending it all over the floor, the
cushion, the griffeness, and Telana.

   The griffeness pulls herself off Telana, the slave-girl's dick still
spurting.  The griffeness pulls something off the fireplace and snaps it
around Telana's neck.  "A slave collar, pet, for when you disobey me, or
try to escape.  Not that I particularly think you'll do either.  But it
never hurts to be prepared." The dark elf fluffs her feathers and looks
down at the mess all over her legs, tail, Telana, and the carpet.

   "I'll send Jagen around to clean up after she's done with me.  Much
better suited to cleaning carpets then you, pet." The griffeness smiles,
dipping a clawed finger into a puddle on Telana's belly and bring it to her
mouth, licking it clean.  "I do so love the smell of a nice, clean floor
smelling of lemon and orange, I rather like the taste too." she giggles,
leaving an exhausted Telana to fall asleep in a puddle of her own seed.