Eric Gets To The Stairs

Eric was panting heavily out of breath, looking back down the corridor he was relieved to hear, and see no pursuit. What the hell was going on here? He thought to himself as he pushed open the stair well door and stepped in, not looking ahead of himself.

"Well hello stranger." Kyra seductively said, standing at the top of the flight of stairs down. Each arm was stretched out holding the handrails, her naked voluptuous body spanning the space between them. "Have you come for your reward?" Kyra then inquired as Eric stood there awe struck by the naked Asian whom he could barely recognize as the whore he had so regular enjoyed, often as repayment for her being able to do business in this very hotel.

She had been attractive before, but now... Now her human form left him wondering just what perfection could be, that is if he wasn't looking upon it. Eric quickly recomposed himself remembering what was going on. "Wha... What happened?" He managed to stutter, backing against the closed door behind him, looking up the stairs he saw the shadow of someone on the flight of stairs above.

"Something truly wonderful, Karla and I can't wait to share it with you." Kyra replied, dropping her hands from the handrails she ran her hands up across her body, cupping her breasts as she approached him. "All of it." She finished stepping close to him, running a finger across her wet cunt she placed it in her mouth to taste her juices. Thinking eagerly of the various things they were going to do to Eric.

Eric's mind raced, he had no idea what was going on, just that it was wrong some how. Part of him voiced questions about how wrong could it be, embracing the new enhanced whore before him mentally. But deeper below that, a primal fear screamed out against the primal drums for coitus slowly beating louder. Eric didn't think, he just reacted. He launched himself with speed he wasn't aware he had trying to rush past Kyra.

Kyra didn't even react, Eric tried to push her aside as he bolted for the stairs only to find himself snagged by his shirt collar as Kyra grabbed his uniform's shoulder with her enhanced demonic strength. There was a momentary rip sound before a gasp as the jacket and shirt underneath snagged their wearer's momentum and crashed him to the floor.

Before Eric could even recover he felt himself being dragged along the Hotel's carpet, various monstrosities appearing from rooms and the staircase where he had been caught. He tried to struggle but couldn't get himself up, every time he grabbed a piece of moulding or a door frame his fingers seemed to slip off, as if the item itself didn't want him taking hold of it.

If the sheer **** with which he had been felled, and then dragged across the floor of the hotel wasn't enough to increase his fear, the appearing monstrosities, the moaning and screams that gradually grew louder as he was pulled back towards where he fled were. As he was brought into the suite where this nightmare had begun he could see the striped girl and the security guard chick now sporting more animalistic features.

"Ooh... Your tails do have their perks." He heard groaned as he was brought into the room, with hardly a sound. He didn't cry for help, or plead. Eric was at a loss for anything as his **** attempts at escape had all fizzled.

As the dragging stopped Eric struggled to his feet only the be ripped back down to the ground by the wrist that still held him. Gazing at Kyra wondering how she held such strength a new terror overcame him. How hadn't he noticed it? While Eric was distracted looking back towards the stairs from which he was being dragged somehow Kyra's face and body had changed.

An equine muzzle and ears now sat upon her face, her hair having shifted into a mane that centered and stretched from her forehead down to her mid back, much like the striped girl in the hall.

"Well, I guess you don't want to make it easy." Kyra said in a sultry voice, pulling Eric up by the wrist she shackled him to a chain hanging from the wall.

Wait? Since when did the walls have chains and shackles? Eric thought as his resistance seemed utterly impotent against Kyra's demonic strength shackling his second wrist, and then his ankles.

Eric was stuck, his arms chained outstretched, and his legs stuck spread slightly apart but immobilized from much movement.

Kyra looked over behind her at the fine Chestnut skin of the married woman she had helped consummate into damnation. Quite the fine mare she turned into, she thought for a moment before getting back to matters at hand. "Dear, go to the stairs by the elevator and tell Karla I have someone here for her."