When Amity woke up, she was staring at the exposed wooden beams of a rustic-style ceiling. For a moment she just blinked at them, disoriented. Then, as the previous night came rushing back, she bolted upright.
It was a mistake; her entire midsection was wracked with pain, cramping and screaming and generally letting her know that sudden movements were a bad idea. She slumped back down with a groan.
Lying still for the moment, she looked around to get her bearings. She was on a couch in a large, high-ceilinged living-room space. Daylight was streaming in from a number of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the porch. It was clearly well into the day, maybe even past noon. Sometime between the previous night and now, someone had changed her clothes again; she was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, baggy and comfortable and clearly well-worn.
Slowly this time, she attempted to sit up once more. She groaned again—her body was still quite unhappy with what had been done to it. Amity’s breath caught in her throat as the previous night’s violence came back to her in flashes. Her muscles trembled from both the soreness and the remembered terror.
“Oh Honey, you’re awake!”
Amity looked up to see Sophia approach from the kitchen section of the large, open downstairs room. She was dressed in a long, swaying skirt and a simple blouse with an apron tied over it and holding a wooden spoon; clearly she had just been in the middle of cooking. Seeing that Amity was awake, she hurriedly put the spoon down on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down next to Amity, reaching forward with a sympathetic touch to brush Amity’s hair out of her face and behind her ear. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” she asked, voice full of concern.
Amity recoiled from it. “What the fuck? What the hell did you do to me? You fucking- you kidnapped me! And then that- that monster-” She cut herself off, choking on her own anger.
Sophia pursed her lips, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. This wasn’t how I intended for this to go at all. I expected we’d have more time for you to meet Matilda, get to know her, before you saw her like... like that. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“So that was her,” Amity confirmed. The thought was shocking, but then, the existence of such a monster in the first place was shocking. Was it really any weirder to hear that it was Matilda, after all? A sudden, terrifying thought occurred.
“Is she- is she still here?” She whipped her head around frantically, as though the wolf-creature might leap out at her from any corner.
“We thought it might be best if she wasn’t here when you woke up,” Sophia soothed. “She’s gone into town today with Rosie, and won’t be back for at least another few hours. But even when she does, I promise she’s harmless outside of the full moon. You’ll have nothing to fear from her.”
So it was true. Crazy, but... she’d seen it with her own eyes, hadn’t she? “So that means... that she’s a... werewolf?” Amity asked incredulously. “And what about you? You’re some kind of- of mate for her? You brought me here to be some kind of breeding stock, is that it?”
“It’s not like that,” Sophia murmured. Her tone of voice was still low and gentle, as though Amity was some sort of wounded animal. “Yes, we are here to satisfy the... needs... of the beast, when the time comes. Having us here helps protect the general populace, prevents the beast from going on a rampage. But there’s more to it than that. I brought you here not as a sacrifice, but to offer you an opportunity.”
She scooted a little closer to Amity on the couch. “You see, Matilda can’t carry the beast forever. It passes on. Once it’s done with its current host, it finds another. So in addition to satisfying the beast’s needs, we are also candidates. One of us will become the next beast, and inherit its strength and power. It could be you.”
“Don’t lie to the girl.”
Amity looked behind her, over the back of the couch, to see another woman approaching. She was younger than Sophia, although also clearly older than Amity, perhaps in her early twenties. Her black hair was cut into a short, no-nonsense bob, and her clothing was equally practical, including a flannel shirt and well-worn khakis. Looking at the arms that emerged from her rolled-up sleeves, Amity could see that the young woman was strikingly muscular despite her slim frame; she had the body of one who was comfortable performing hard labor when necessary.
Her expression, as she approached, was the polar opposite of Sophia’s: haughty and judgemental with a condescending grin. The look she gave Amity was the look of a predator assessing fresh meat.
“You may technically be here as part of the candidate pack,” the young woman continued, “but let’s be clear. I’m the one who’s going to inherit, and everyone knows it. Your job is to be a set of holes for Matilda now, and then for me when the time comes.”
She came ever closer as she spoke, until she was standing behind the couch where Amity lay prone. With a wicked grin she reached forward and grabbed Amity by the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back and turning it side to side as though to get a better view.
“Charlotte!” Sophia scolded, frowning. “Be kind. This is her first day here.”
Charlotte shrugged, releasing her hold, although she gave no particular sign of remorse. “Just being honest. Wouldn’t want to give her any false hope.” She sneered at Amity. “Hope you had a good time last night, because you’re going to have to get used to it.”
Still scowling at Charlotte, Sophia waved a hand towards Amity. “Amity, Dear, why don’t you go outside for a little bit? Give me and Charlotte a chance to chat. You can explore the grounds, get used to your new home. Just make sure you don’t cross the fence around the property line, and don’t touch anything in the workshop, alright?” She was holding Charlotte's gaze with her own, the two of them locked in a silent battle of wills.
Amity wasn’t particularly interested in exploring, but she certainly didn’t want to stick around with the tension currently flooding the room either. She stood up, wincing as her sore muscles protested, and made her way to the front door that she had tried to leave through the previous night. Her shoes were neatly lined up next to it, and she slipped them on before escaping to the outside.
She took a deep breath in the fresh air on the other side; the entire place smelled clean and piney and damp from a melted morning frost. Behind her, muffled voices rose in argument from within the house. She hurried down the porch stairs and began an aimless walk around the property.
With a feeling of determination, Amity pushed down the sense of dread and horror that loomed like a shadow over her thoughts and instead turned her focus towards escape.
She could see the driveway from here, and there was no car there currently. Even if there was, she was pretty sure the truck from yesterday had been a stick-shift, which she didn’t know how to drive. So driving off the property was probably a no-go. Running, however... maybe. The woods were deep, easy to get lost in, but that also meant they were maybe easy to lose a pursuer in? Unless Matilda had some kind of... wolf senses, or something? Amity laughed at herself, cynically. Who knew which classic monster movies were accurate and which ones were bullshit? Who actually knew anything about werewolves? It was insane!
At any rate, she certainly wasn’t going to be doing any running herself in the near future, no matter what Matilda’s powers were. Not as sore and abused as her body was currently. No... if Sophia was right, and she really didn’t have anything to fear from Matilda, maybe she was better off biding her time for a few days, healing and getting a sense of what she was up against. Then she could take her chances in the woods.
Still, a little scouting wouldn’t hurt. Pacing herself slowly to avoid causing more pain, she strolled around the property, looking closer at the buildings she had seen the previous day. She glanced into the old converted barn at the contents of the workshop—definitely some tools there she could steal for a weapon if she needed to—but decided not to enter for now, since she wasn’t allowed to touch anything there anyway. Instead she headed towards the other small building beside the driveway—the chicken coop. Behind it there also stretched a large fenced-in area she hadn’t seen the previous day: a vegetable garden, by the look of it.
As she approached, Amity saw that she wasn’t alone out here; a figure in a light blue sundress and broad hat was kneeling in the garden, rooting around amidst the produce. The girl glanced up as Amity approached, piercing blue eyes fixing on her skeptically. She appeared to be roughly Amity’s age.
Amity stopped and held up her hands defensively. She wasn’t sure what sort of welcome she should expect, but after Charlotte she wasn’t taking any chances.
The girl scowled. “You must be the new girl,” she said, dusting her hands off on her dress. She straightened, lifting up a woven basket full of carrots, bell peppers, and leafy greens. In many ways she looked not dissimilar to Amity. Her hairstyle was more or less the same, short bangs in the front and long tresses in the back, although it was naturally dark to Amity’s dyed green and tied up in a pony-tail to keep it out of the way in the garden. She was also curvy for her young age, like Amity, and short. They had similar petite noses and high cheekbones. In fact the most stark difference between them was the dark and cloudy look on the other girl’s face.
“Amity,” Amity offered, not sure if she should offer a hand to shake.
“Luna,” the other girl replied skeptically. She looked Amity up and down, clearly sizing her up, although the look was more frank and less predatory than it had been from Charlotte. “Well, I guess you’re here now, whether we like it or not. One more mouth to feed, but another set of hands to help with the chores, so I guess it evens out.” She shrugged. “Condolences on your arrival.”
“So you’re a prisoner too, then?” Amity pressed.
Luna snorted. “We’re all prisoners. Even Rosie. Even Sophia, for all that I believe her when she says she loves Matilda. Once you’ve been marked for the wolf, you don’t get to leave. Might as well get used to it now.”
Amity hesitated, but decided not to ask her about escaping. For all that she seemed unhappy with her lot here, it wasn’t yet clear if she could be trusted. Who knew where her loyalties ran? Still, it was worth trying to make allies where she could.
“It’s fucked up, what they’re doing here” she said, hoping to draw Luna into commiseration. “Keeping us here like some kind of... of private sex cult? How can you stand it?”
Luna walked to the edge of the garden, opening the gate in the wire fencing and letting herself out so she could approach Amity directly. “Look,” she said as she got closer, “you’re not wrong, but keep it to yourself, okay? Matilda’s not the worst, outside of full moons, but she still doesn’t take kindly to people questioning her judgment, you know? She has things set up the way she likes it and if you’re not willing to play along, then... well. Then she makes sure you get the message, you know? If you want some advice, as the newest member of our little family here? Keep your head down. Oh, and avoid Charlotte as much as you can.”
“No kidding,” Amity muttered. “She definitely seems like a bitch and a half.”
Luna went still. “You’ve met her already?”
“Yeah,” said Amity. “She came into the house right after I woke up. Starting mouthing off to me and Sophia.”
“Shit,” said Luna fervently. She started to speed walk towards the house. “I thought she’d be in the workshop until Matilda got back. Dammit.”
“Why?” Amity asked, following her. “What’s wrong?”
Luna didn’t reply as they walked around the house, but when they got back to the front porch steps she fell into a crouch, tip-toeing up to the door and peering into the house through one of the large windows.
Amity followed her lead, trying to be as quiet as possible, until she too could peer through the window, past the living room and into the kitchen. She gasped at the sight presented to her.
Charlotte had Sophia pressed up against the kitchen counter by the sink, her front plastered to Sophia’s back. She’d hiked up the woman’s long skirt, her underwear dropped down to her ankles. One hand descended between her legs, sliding back and forth as her fingers penetrated Sophia’s nethers. Her other hand gripped Sophia firmly by the neck, holding her in place as her digits slid in and out of the woman’s warm, wet cavern.
As they crouched beside the door, Charlotte’s words were just barely audible from within the room, growled harshly into Sophia’s ear.
“How’s that, slut, huh? This is why Matilda likes you so much; you get turned on by anything. You just can’t help yourself, huh? Not satisfied unless you’re being fucked?” She drove her hand forward in a particularly harsh thrust. It was hard to see from their vantage how many fingers she had buried inside Sophia, but it was enough to make the woman cry out.
Charlotte only laughed. “Well, sucks to be you. You think you’re good enough to be worth getting off? Fuck you. I’m gonna have my fun with your desperate little whore body and then leave you alone with your slutty thoughts. Maybe you can spend the rest of the day fantasizing about Matilda coming back to take pity on you and fuck you proper.” Her hand on Sophia’s neck tightened, bending her further over the counter to increase her leverage.
“We should go in,” Luna whispered.
“What?!” Amity hissed. “Are you serious?!”
Luna turned to her, frowning. “It’s our best chance, while Charlotte is still distracted. If we’re lucky, we can get past her while she’s busy with Sophia. Go up the stairs and lock yourself in your room, and don’t open the door until Matilda gets back, okay?”
So saying, she set down her basket and started to slowly, carefully twist the doorknob, easing the door open as silently as she could.
“No, wait, stop!” Amity hissed in protest, but Luna ignored her. Amity stood frozen in place as she watched Luna tiptoe into the room and start to quietly slip along the wall towards the staircase at the far end.
Unfortunately for her, Charlotte was apparently not nearly as distracted as she thought. As soon as she got past the couch where Amity had been sleeping, Charlotte’s head whipped around to pin her with a focused stare and a sick grin.
“Well, what’s this, little sister?” she said teasingly. “Looks like someone’s trying to sneak in like a little mouse. You wouldn’t be trying to avoid me, would you?”
For a moment Luna was silent and still, and then she took off like a rocket for the stairs. Charlotte released Sophia instantly, yanking her hand out of the woman’s vagina, and gave chase, her longer legs giving her a distinct advantage. Amity lost sight of them as they bounded up the stairs, Charlotte fast on Luna’s heels.
Amity remained where she was. She was worried about Luna, but also mortified by what she’d witnessed. And Sophia was still in the kitchen, slumped and breathing heavy where Charlotte had left her. Amity watched as she slowly, painfully turned herself around to lean back against the counter, panting. Her face was flushed pink with desire. There was no way Amity could face her.
And then, it got worse. Amity watched, face flaming, as Sophia reached for a bowl of produce on the kitchen’s central island. Her fingers hesitated for a moment over the bowl before drawing out a large green zucchini.
It was clearly a late-harvest vegetable, smaller than many that Amity had seen at the grocery store during the summer. But it was still probably as wide around as Amity’s wrist, which was why her eyes bulged as she watched Sophia lift up her own skirt and use both hands to force the vegetable into her dripping vagina.
Amity gasped, but the sound was drowned out by Sophia’s own cry as she penetrated herself with the object. Amity watched in shock as the zucchini disappeared inch by inch into her, going and going and going until nearly a foot of the thing was buried inside her pussy, leaving only an inch or so before the stem peeking out of her.
Amity’s rapt gaze remained glued to the scene before her as Sophia grasped the end of the vegetable firmly and began to fuck herself with it. At the same time she lifted her other hand to finger her clit, attacking it furiously as though punishing herself for something. Her moaning filled the kitchen as she worked to get herself off.
Amity could do nothing but watch as the vegetable slid in and out of her again and again. Her mouth was dry as she continued to observe. Sophia fucked herself brutally, efficiently, and came mere minutes later, her body spasming and her legs clenching around the vegetable embedded within her. She lay there a moment, panting, before heaving the zucchini back out of herself. Through the glass, Amity watched her wash it off thoroughly in the sink and set it back neatly in the produce bowl as though nothing had ever happened. She pulled her panties back up, adjusted her skirt, and returned to cooking as though she'd never been interrupted.
Amity gaped, unsure what to do. With a start, she realized that if Sophia were to look over, she would see Amity crouched at the window and know she’d been watching.
This galvanized her into action. She stood abruptly, swaying, and made an effort to stomp a few times on the porch, as if she was only just now approaching the door. Then she pulled it open and stepped inside.
Sophia turned to look at her, tucking a stray strand of somewhat mussed hair behind her ear. Her previous actions were betrayed only by a lingering pinkness on her cheeks. “Oh, hey there Sweetheart,” she said cheerfully, “there you are. You heading back up to your room? Lunch will be ready in just a little bit.”
“Uh... yup,” Amity managed. “Yeah. Sure. Mm-hmm.” Brain on auto-pilot, she did what Sophia had assumed and made her way up the stairs towards her room.
It seemed the upstairs was not safe either, however. The door across the hall from Amity’s own was cracked open, and Amity could hear Luna’s sobs coming from inside, with Charlotte’s voice layered on top.
“There we go,” said Charlotte. “I’m back with just what you wanted. Were you patient for me, hmm? Lying here tied up like a little present? You should know better than to try to run away from me, Little Sis. It always just makes me want you more.”
“Please,” came Luna’s torn voice, “please no! Don’t!”
“Oh, by all means, keep protesting,” Charlotte replied. “You know that just makes me more excited.”
Against her better judgment, Amity tiptoed up to the door. She knew she wasn’t going to like what she was about to see, but at this point the waking nightmare that was her reality didn’t seem like it could get much worse. At least if she saw what was happening, she wouldn’t have to lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and hearing it from across the hall, imagining the worst.
The sight that greeted her when she peered through the open doorway was Luna, nude, crouched on her knees on her own bed, with her hands tied to the headboard. Charlotte stood on her own knees behind her, also nude except for a harness-like pair of black underwear with the largest dildo Amity had ever seen mounted on the front. The toy was a dull purple, and just as large as the monstrous phallus that Amity had witnessed on Matilda’s wolf form the previous night. She wondered if that was the point.
As she watched, Charlotte inserted the enormous toy between Luna’s thighs and then grabbed her legs, pressing them together on either side and thrusting back and forth between them.
“Please, please stop!” Luna sobbed. “Don’t!”
“Come on now,” wheedled Charlotte. “The faster you get wet for me, the faster it’ll be over. I’m just gonna keep fucking your thighs until you get slicked up. I know you want it. You love having your clit rubbed like this, don’t you? Matilda does you the exact same way, frotting you like this until you’re dripping and ready for it.” She leaned over Luna, pressing herself full-length against the younger girl’s back and reaching around her, grabbing one of her pendulous breasts in each hand and squeezing them harshly.
“I don’t want this!” Luna repeated.
“Sure you do,” Charlotte repeated. “See? You’re starting to get wet for me already.”
And indeed, Charlotte’s thrusts seemed to be speeding up, coming faster as the drippings from Luna’s cunt began to lubricate its path. Charlotte continued to tease her in this way for several minutes, sliding the big toy cock ominously back and forth between her thighs again and again as Luna sobbed, and kneading her breasts mercilessly with both hands.
Finally, Charlotte sat up again and spread Luna’s legs open once more. Amity watched as she deliberately rubbed every square inch of the toy she could manage against Luna’s weeping cunt, coating it copiously with her slick. She nudged at the girl’s pussy with the head of her cock, teasing, threatening to enter her.
“Well?” she gloated. “Are you ready for me? Ready to take my big meat up in you? Your pussy definitely says it’s ready.”
“No!” Luna shouted again. “No, please!”
“No?” Charlotte sing-songed. “No? You don’t want me to fuck your pussy so hard you pass out? Well, guess there’s only one option, then.”
So saying she pulled back her hips, shifting her enormous phallus and lifting it up to poise it, waiting, just at the entrance of the girl’s ass.
She lingered just long enough for Luna to realize what she was about to do and start squirming in protest before she began to push her way inside, forcing the toy up, up, up inside her, cleaving her ass open as it was penetrated. Luna screamed as the toy forced its way into her, inch after inch burying itself in her nether passage.
“Good thing you got so nice and wet,” Charlotte teased, “or your ass might not have been so accommodating.”
“No, please!” Luna screamed. “It hurts! It hurts! Take it out!”
“Take it out?” Charlotte asked innocently. “Well sure, we can do that. We can do that over and over, in fact.” So saying, she began to thrust, ramming the toy repeatedly into Luna’s ass. Luna sobbed as Charlotte ravaged her rear passage, laughing as she did so, driving the phallus home again and again. At the height of each thrust she made sure to bury the entire length of the dildo inside Luna's rectum, fully embedding it within the poor girl. Then she would pull out about halfway to give herself enough leverage to thrust forward again with significant force. The entire time she held onto Luna's thighs to keep her in place so the toy could get as deep as possible.
“How about we do this until you come?” Charlotte said cheerfully. “I can go all afternoon, if necessary, and I’m sure Matilda would love to know that you’ve learned to come just from getting your ass reamed. Gives her a new hole to play with. I’m sure she’d be plenty grateful.” Her false phallus slid in and out, in and out, in and out.
Luna said nothing, her response reduced to mere sobs, as Charlotte happily continued to pound away at her asshole with no signs of stopping.
Throat dry, mind blank, Amity stepped away from the door and crept quietly back to her room, closing her own door behind her and locking it firmly.