“Have a good night! Get home safe!”
Amity waved a hand over her shoulder, acknowledging the goodbye but not turning around for it. Work had been rough today; she’d volunteered to come in for an extra waitressing shift because she’d had the day off from school, not thinking about the fact that a federal holiday meant everyone had the day off from school or work. The diner had been a madhouse all day. She was looking forward to getting home and just passing out face-down on the bed.
She stretched her arms as she stepped out into the crisp fall afternoon. It was starting to get late in the year for doing this; it was only five PM and already approaching sunset. For now it was a pleasant enough—if long—walk back home from work, but soon the early darkness and growing cold would combine to make it too difficult for her to trek the three miles along the old dirt road through the woods.
She wasn’t exactly stoked to be doing it now, but she didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. Cars were expensive, and she was already lucky enough to have a job that looked the other way about her young age—only 16—and didn’t require parental permission. A roof over her head, even one in a run-down cabin in the middle of nowhere, was all that she could reasonably ask for. At least the diner was on the same route as her school bus; she could just get off there after work and only had to worry about the final leg of the trip from work to home.
She looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were making it seem later than it was; she hoped it wasn’t going to rain on the way back.
“Hey there Honey, you all alone?”
Amity turned to look across the parking lot. A beat-up red pickup truck was parked off to one side with an incongruously beautiful woman standing next to it. She didn’t look the type to be driving a car like that: tall, slender, her long dark hair carefully styled and her faint pink nail polish impeccable and unchipped. Granted, she was wearing fairly practical clothing, a simple dark shirt and slacks with a plaid jacket over top. But given the enormous swell of her breasts under her shirt, she looked more like a pinup model for some kind of outdoorsman’s magazine than someone who would need a truck bed to load mulch or firewood or whatever the clearly-used vehicle was for. Amity did her best not to stare at the woman's ample bosom.
She paused in her steps, wary, making eye contact but trying to keep it confident, aggressive. “Can I help you?” she asked.
The woman smiled. “Aren’t you that girl I always see walking along the side of the road out here in the afternoons? You know it’s dangerous for you to be out all on your own like that. These woods aren’t always the safest, you know. Are your parents really okay with you being out on your own like this?”
Amity shrugged, saying nothing. The woman’s smile was undeterred.
“I’m Sophia, by the way. I live just down the road with my wife. Happy to give you a ride home, if you need it? It’s looking like it might rain, and you shouldn’t be out here in that.”
Amity blinked. Suddenly, she knew who this woman was. She’d never seen her in person, but there were all kinds of rumors at school about the two lumberjack lesbian hermits who lived by themselves out in the woods.
Of course they weren’t actually lumberjacks. Amity had seen Matilda, Sophia’s wife, at local craft fairs and farmers’ markets, back when she’d still been living with her parents. Matilda was a woodcarver and carpenter, and made all kinds of amazing hand-carved furniture, decorations, and trinkets. She’d been exactly what Amity always pictured when she thought of a lesbian: an enormous butch woman, well-muscled and tall, wearing a flannel shirt and a pleasant grin. She had a prominent scar, presumably from her work, that started just beneath one of her eyes and curved over her cheek and back towards her jaw, almost to her neck. She’d also been cheerful and kind, the one time Amity had worked up the courage to talk to her before her parents had dragged her away.
Of course the rumors said all kinds of nasty things about the both of them, but that was living in a small rural town for you. Amity assumed ninety-nine percent of it was bullshit just as a matter of course. She suddenly felt much safer in this stranger’s presence than she had moments ago.
“Well,” she said awkwardly, “I mean, if you’re offering, I guess...”
Sophia smiled. “I was just about to head out. Hop on in!” She tilted her head in the direction of the pickup’s passenger door. Sophia headed gratefully towards it and hoisted herself up into the cabin. She buckled herself in and sat holding her purse conscientiously in her lap.
Sophia came around the other side and swung herself into the driver’s seat in an easy, practiced motion. For all she was not as large or well-muscled as her wife, she still moved with an easy fitness. She spared Amity another smile as she started the car. Despite the car’s apparent age and use, it seemed to have no trouble revving up, and then they were on the road.
“Out this way, yeah?” Sophia asked as she turned onto the dirt road.
“Yes please,” said Amity. “It’s just a few miles down. Thanks for the lift.”
“No problem.” Sophia’s gaze was fixed on the road as she turned onto it, even though there was next to no traffic to worry about this far out. “That’s actually out in our direction as well. You mind if I make a quick stop at our place before dropping you off? It’s more or less on the way. I just want to check in on something real quick. It’ll only take a second, I promise. If you want I can give you a load of fresh eggs from the chickens in exchange. Lord knows we need to get rid of them somehow.”
“Sure,” said Amity. She wasn’t crazy about a detour; just more time between her and her waiting bed. But Sophia was helping her out, after all, and she definitely couldn’t afford to turn down free food if it was on offer. Eggs would mean she could actually have breakfast before school tomorrow, a welcome change.
“Great,” said Sophia. Then, “So, you wanna tell me why a little wisp of a thing like yourself is always walking out all alone in the woods? I swear every time I see you my mother instincts go into overdrive. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”
Amity looked out the window, wondering how much she should admit. Sophia was clearly... into girls. Maybe it would be okay to tell her...?
She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “My parents kicked me out, so I live out at the old farmhouse on Bolton Road. I’m not squatting!” she added before Sophia could interject. It was technically true. “It’s my uncle’s old place, on my dad’s side. He hasn’t used it in a long time, so.”
“Kicked you out?” Sophia’s voice was heavy with sympathy. “Oh Honey. Why’s that?”
Again, Amity shrugged. “Oh, you know, they... uh... they didn’t like that I dyed my hair green.” She tucked one of the long, pale seafoam strands back behind her ear self-consciously. “Among... other things.”
Sophia was quiet for a long moment. Amity wondered what her relationship with her own parents was like, whether they’d accepted her and her wife, or whether they’d shunned her too.
“That’s heartbreaking, Honey,” Sophia said softly. “Listen, if you need anything, you come tell me and Matilda, okay? We can take care of you. We’d definitely do you one better than that. Got a girl at home about your own age, in fact.”
Amity blinked, surprised. “Really?” Surely it couldn’t be anyone she knew. No one at school knew the lumberjack lesbians (she really would have to stop mentally calling them that, now that she’d actually met them both) even had a daughter, let alone who she was. Although... if someone was the daughter of those two, would they really admit it at school? They’d probably get made fun of constantly. “Does she go to Redhill?” she asked.
Sophia shook her head. “She’s homeschooled. All our girls are.” She glanced at Amity out of the corner of her eye. “You might have noticed, but people around here aren’t exactly... the most welcoming, sometimes, let’s say.”
Amity snorted. “No kidding.” They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the car bump and bustle along the dirt road, watching the enormous pine trees march past the windows as they drove farther and farther from civilization. A few precocious raindrops plinked softly against the windshield, an early warning of more to come.
“So, how many kids do you have?” Amity asked after a moment, mostly to break the silence.
“Three,” said Sophia with a soft smile. “Luna, that’s the girl your age, is the middle one. The other two are four years apart in either direction. Adopted,” she added after a moment, “obviously.”
“Hmm,” said Amity, noncommittal. They had turned down an unfamiliar road that wound deeper and deeper into the woods. The car shook and bumped over numerous ruts and potholes. The trees seemed to tower over them, encroaching like hands folded up on either side to cup them in-between.
After several minutes of driving that definitely disqualified the description “on the way,” the dirt road became a dirt driveway, opening up into a clearing in front of a large farmhouse. There were several other buildings nestled nearby, including a barn that appeared to have been converted into a workshop and a large chicken coop surrounded by wire mesh fencing. The main house itself was quaint and homey-looking, two stories, with a large roofed porch supported by hand-carved wooden pillars.
“Hop on out,” Sophia instructed. “If you come inside with me I can get you those eggs.”
Amity stepped down from the cabin of the pickup, leaving her purse behind on the seat, and stood gazing at her surroundings. It was a pleasant space, well-hidden from the world around it, like a private little sanctuary. With the sun nearly setting behind the treetops under the cloud-torn sky, it was perfectly picturesque.
She heard footsteps as Sophia came around the pickup. There was the clang of the rear gate of the truck being opened. Then, from behind her, Sophia’s soft voice: “Welcome home.”
Amity frowned as the incongruous words sunk in. She opened her mouth to respond, only to feel it covered as a piece of cloth came up to press over the lower half of her face. For just a moment she was surrounded by a sweet, almost alcoholic smell. Then, everything faded to black.
When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar bed. Her mouth tasted dull and metallic. She spent a few moments staring up at exposed rafters and a slanted wooden roof, trying to get her bearings. Where was she? What had happened to her? How long had she been asleep?
The last question, at least, could be partially answered. The room she was in would have been completely dark if not for a single large window on one side streaming in moonlight. Through the bare, finger-like branches of a tree outside she could see a full moon, well-risen by this point. The clouds from earlier had cleared, leaving it stark and pale in the sky. It must have been very late indeed.
As she sat up to look around, Amity noticed her clothes had been changed. She was wearing a simple nightgown, little more than a slip of an underdress, and nothing else. There was no sign of her other clothes or belongings. Amity shivered and stood. She swayed for a moment on her feet, dizzy.
The room itself was sparse, but clearly appointed as a bedroom; it had a bedside table with drawers, a wardrobe, and a small low table on a rug by the window. The entire place was composed of dark, exposed raw wood. She wasn't ruling out that it could be some kind of serial killer cabin. She tried to swallow, although her mouth was too dry to do so effectively.
She crept to the room’s only door and turned the old-fashioned metal knob. The door pulled open silently, allowing her to peer out into the hallway beyond.
There were a handful of doors on either side, and a staircase leading down at one end. All but one of the doors were firmly shut; the one on the end was cracked open. Amity eyed the staircase, mentally running the odds of getting out of whatever this place was without detection; chances were good the stairs would probably creak on the way down.
Seeing no one, she leaned a little further out into the hall, and found she could hear sounds coming from the open door to her left. At first it merely sounded like heavy breathing, but then:
“No, please, mercy! Please, no more, I’ve already taken so much, please not agai- ahhh!”
It was Sophia’s voice, full of anguish. Amity’s heart pounded loudly in her ears. Another sound followed, low and rumbling, like the growl of an animal.
Once again, Amity glanced back at the staircase. She should probably go for it now, try to make her escape. And yet...
Was Sophia the one who had captured her? Or had they both been captured? It sounded like she was in trouble now. Should she try and check on her first? What was going on?
Amity tried to force her sluggish, terrified brain to think. She didn’t know what was happening in that room. It might be that her best bet would be to wait until whatever it was was over, and then try to leave, or at least get her bearings. Without knowing what was happening, she had no good way of evaluating the situation. The door was already cracked open, it wouldn’t be hard to just creep up and...
On the heels of that thought, Amity was already in the hallway, tip-toeing in her bare feet towards the open door. The floor was cold but sturdy and silent under her footsteps. She padded silently towards the sliver of light pouring from the open crack, until she was finally close enough to peer around the edge of the doorway...
She gasped in terror.
Sophia was visible on the other side of the door in the center of the room, entirely nude, on all fours. Her upper torso was pressed down against the floor, massive breasts squashed between her chest and the wooden boards, while her rear end was lifted up into the air for ease of access by the tormentor behind her.
Looming over her, large and dark, was a terrifying, wolf-like beast. It was roughly humanoid in shape, but only barely. The entire form was covered in blue-black fur, its head that of a fearsome wolf with a long dark mane of hair. Its front appendages were roughly hand-shaped, with large fearsome claws, while its feet were enormous canine paws. It was growling by Sophia’s ear as it bent over her, exposing a jaw full of horrible, deadly fangs.
As the beast shifted, Amity got a full, clear view of exactly what it was doing to Sophia.
The beast’s large penis, a red skewer of flesh protruding from a bulbous sheath between its legs, was thrusting rapidly in and out of Sophia’s vagina, claiming her over and over. The monstrous creature fucked her like the wild animal it was, ramming its massive member into her again and again. Sophia’s expression was pinched with pain as the beast slammed into her. The creature's massive arms on either side of her neck kept her own shoulders and hands pinned in place. This barrier appeared to be the only thing keeping her from sliding across the floor with the force of the creature’s motions.
From the look of the room, and of Sophia, this was not the first time that night she’d been taken by the beast, either. Even in the dim light of the room, Amity could see that she was well covered in cum; the pale substance dripped from her like sweat, pooled around her on the floor, and matted her long hair. She looked exhausted.
Amity covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming. She couldn’t bring herself to look away. The beast was nearly twice Sophia’s size, its massive cock probably the width of Amity’s wrist, and yet it heaved the member in and out of Sophia like it was nothing, its hips swiveling like a dog’s as it repeatedly buried the thing inside her. Beside Sophia’s ear, the creature growled low in its throat, covering the sound of her moans.
The longer Amity stared, the more the details of the beast’s appearance sank into her shell-shocked consciousness: the large plume of a tail that swept behind it, the slightly paler, much shorter fur of the underbelly, the rounded swell of what appeared to be humanoid breasts on its torso, the scars that criss-crossed its fur in a variety of locations, including one distinctive marking that started just below the creature’s eye and curved down its face towards the back of its jaw.
Amity’s eyes widened in recognition. She knew that scar. It was so exact, such a perfect match, it could only be... but... how...?
“Matilda?” Amity whispered. Impossible. But the size, the proportions, the scar...
The noise. It was a mistake. Even though the whisper had been only the barest exhalation of breath, it was enough to capture the beast’s attention. The pointed canine ears lifted straight into the air from where they had been flattened against the creature’s mane. Amity tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late. The beast’s movements stilled, its cock fully buried inside of Sophia. Its head swiveled towards the door. For just a moment, Amity made eye contact with solid white, pupil-less eyes, glowing faintly with an eerie inner light.
Amity scrambled to her feet and ran, heart in her mouth. She leapt down the stairs two at a time. Luckily the front door was in plain sight even from the staircase. As soon as hit the floor she was dashing towards it, completely heedless of the rest of her surroundings. She didn’t know where she was and she didn’t care. Her mind was that of a prey animal, consumed only with thoughts of escape. Behind her she heard the rapid, heavy padding of running paws on wood and a loud, animal snarl.
Amity reached the front door and wrenched at the handle. It didn’t budge. With a wordless cry of disbelief, she grabbed at it again. The door refused to move. Too late she realized it must be locked. There must be a key, or a bolt, or-
These were the only thoughts she had time for before the wolf-beast was upon her.
She was penetrated immediately. Amity barely had time to feel the weight of the creature against her back before her simple nightgown was hiked up around her sides and the wet spear of the beast’s cock was forced inside her virgin passage. She screamed as it parted her flesh, mercilessly driving into her at full force. The force and angle was so intense that she was lifted off the ground, legs spread around the wolf-creature’s hips, splayed out against the door she had meant to be her escape.
Through the thin material of her nightgown she could feel the cold glass of the door’s four window panes pressing against her breasts as she was forced up against them, trapped between the hard surface and the harder pressure of the animal behind her. She could feel the beast’s breasts as well; the creature was tall enough that they pressed against the base of her neck on either side.
The wolf snarled into her ear and then began to thrust into Amity, taking her hard against the door. Its human-like paws grabbed her hips for leverage and slammed her back to meet the force of its assaults, impaling her deep inside before pulling most of the way out and ramming home once more. It was frankly astonishing how much of the cock was able to get in and out of her with each thrust, considering the speed and ferocity of them.
“No, please,” Amity begged, “please, stop! Please!”
It was as though the beast couldn’t hear her at all. Nothing changed even the slightest about its powerful, slamming thrusts as it deflowered her with an animal fury. Amity could do nothing but weep as the wolf fucked her again and again, unrelenting, merciless.
Eventually there was a change, but it was not comforting: the creature’s cock began to swell inside her. Amity’s eyes widened in shock. She’d never had sex before, but she was pretty sure this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. At the point of penetration, right at the entrance to her hole, she could feel the girth spreading her getting larger and larger, growing until she could only scream, until it felt like a man’s fist stretching her open. She gasped, unable to catch her breath, as the beast stopped pulling out so far in its thrusts in favor of keeping this large lump of flesh embedded inside her. Its movements became swivels, dick digging deep into her with each motion, sheathed as far inside her as it could possibly go.
Just when she thought she might pass out from the pain of the penetration, Amity felt the beast start to come. Its seed flooded into her like a tidal wave, each pulse of the creature’s member coursing through her, thrumming against her sensitive flesh and firing another load of jizz deep inside. It went on and on and on, until Amity wondered if her abdomen would start to swell with it.
And then, finally, the sensation relented. The swollen penetration at her entrance began to ease, allowing some of the cum to leak back out around the rod of flesh still inside her. Amity gasped and gulped and tried desperately to suck in what breaths she could.
And then, it began again. Amity cried out in wordless protest as the beast resumed its initial, longer thrusts, once again returning to a merciless deep dicking. It showed no indication of fatigue, no signs of pause. It began to fuck her again as though it had just entered her, slamming home so hard Amity had to raise a hand up to keep her head from smacking against the glass of the door.
The wolf fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, eventually swelling in her once more and depositing a second helping of semen. And then it continued, fucking her some more, until she was seeing stars. On and on it went, unbearable, round after round as the beast came inside her three, four, five times, driving into her long and hard with its cock between each climax.
During the sixth round of being claimed against the door by the beast, Amity finally passed out and sank gratefully into darkness.