Amity remained locked in her room until well after the sounds from next door stopped. Even when Sophia’s voice came drifting up the stairs, letting them know that lunch was ready to eat, she remained where she was.
It wasn’t that she was frightened, exactly. Overwhelmed, was probably more accurate. “In shock,” she thought cynically. Isn’t that what happened to people in traumatic situations? Either way, she didn’t want to eat with these people, especially Charlotte. Instead she prowled around her new room, investigating it for anything that might be useful to assist in an escape.
There wasn’t much. The bedside table drawers were empty except for a tube of lube, which made Amity gag slightly. She didn’t touch it. The table in the corner was likewise bare, and the only other piece of furniture was the large standing wardrobe against one wall. It was big enough to hide inside, if needed. Upon inspection it held a couple nightgowns, some simple sun-dresses, and a few sets of practical work clothes. They looked more or less her size, as well, which Amity found creepy. Had they been planning to kidnap her for a while? Someone like her, perhaps? Or had she just been an opportunistic grab for Sophia?
She went to the window. It was too far to drop to the ground from here without hurting herself, but there was a tree a little distance away. Maybe if she tied together all the dresses or used the bed sheets or something she could make some kind of lasso and hook it over a branch? It would have to be one sturdy enough to take her weight. And she didn’t know a lot about knots either. But something to consider.
These thoughts occupied her for what seemed to be several hours, until finally a knock came at her door.
She didn’t want to answer it. Was it Charlotte, trying to make another move on her? Or maybe Sophia, trying to sound sympathetic and convince her to accept her captivity?
After a few moments of silence, the knock came again. And then, muffled, a voice. “Amity?”
It wasn’t either of them. A new, deeper voice drifted through the closed door instead. “Can we talk?”
Amity swallowed, knowing who it must be. She walked over and unlocked the door, pulling it open cautiously.
As expected, Matilda herself stood on the other side, looking more or less as Amity remembered her: big shoulders, stout figure, scarred face. In the past, Amity had assumed the scar was from a woodworking accident. Now that she saw it again, it was clearly the work of an animal’s claws.
“There you are,” Matilda said with a friendly smile. “Good to finally meet you under better circumstances. Sorry about last night. Usually we make a whole ceremony of the first time, wait for you to be ready, that kind of thing. But these things happen. I’m here to tell you to come down for dinner. How are you feeling? Soph tells me you skipped lunch.”
“Shitty, how do you think I feel?” Amity hissed. “I’ve been kidnapped into a sex cult!”
Matilda snorted. A cynical smile stretching her face. “Ah, yeah, I remember that feeling. It’s not as bad as all that, I promise. Once you get used to it, it’s actually a much better life overall. Simpler, in most ways. You’re under my protection now, and I take that seriously.”
Amity closed her eyes for a moment against the swell of rage that blazed suddenly within her like a wildfire. Her hands clenched into fists. Luna’s screams and pleas from earlier that afternoon rang loud in her ears. When she was sure she wasn’t going to haul off and try to slug Matilda, she opened her eyes again.
“Oh really, protection? Is that what you call it when you let your “pack” run wild while you’re not home? When you let Charlotte torture the others, rape them? Is that your idea of protection?”
From what Luna had said to her earlier, she expected Matilda to get mad. But instead the woman just gazed at her calmly, assessing. When she finally spoke, her voice was level and matter-of-fact. “This is a family,” she said quietly. “But in many ways, it’s also a competition. The strongest woman will get the wolf. I didn’t pick Charlotte, but so far she’s pretty clearly picked herself. If they don’t want her to lead, it’s up to the others to fight back against her.” She shrugged. “If they aren’t going to... well, then they might as well get used to her style of leadership now. The way she treats them certainly isn’t going to get any easier once she has the wolf. As long as she’s not injuring anyone long-term, it’s not my place to step in and artificially adjust the hierarchy.”
Amity forced down the bile that rose in her throat. Part of her had hoped that Matilda didn’t know what Charlotte was doing. That if she said something, if she revealed the truth, Matilda would get angry and punish Charlotte. It looked like there wasn’t going to be any help from that quarter.
“Now,” said Matilda, her voice returning to a louder, more cheerful tone, “come downstairs. Eat dinner with us. You haven’t met Rosie yet, right?”
It would probably be a bad idea to refuse an order from Matilda outright. Besides which, Amity hadn’t eaten all day, and hunger was getting the better of her. If she was going to escape, she told herself, she’d need to keep up her strength.
She followed Matilda down the stairs to find everyone else already seated around the dinner table. There were two chairs open, one at the head of the table, and one between Luna and another, younger girl that Amity had never seen before.
The little girl—presumably Rosie—was truly a child. She couldn’t have been any older than twelve or thirteen, still barely into puberty. Her hair was a light, coppery red, natural as far as Amity could tell, and wavy enough to be almost curly. It was cut fairly short, shoulder-length, and framed a cute, round face with a smattering of freckles across a pert, petite nose. Her large green eyes sparkled with excitement when she caught sight of Amity, practically bouncing in her seat.
“New sister, new sister!” she squealed happily as Amity took a seat next to her.
“Hi,” said Amity cautiously.
Immediately, Rosie was talking a mile a minute. “My name’s Rosie! I like your green hair! Where are you from? Have you seen the wolf yet? What food do you like? Have you ever had sisters before? How many? What-”
“Let the poor girl breathe, Rosie honey,” Sophia interrupted with an indulgent smile. “There will be plenty of time for questions.”
“Sorry,” said Rosie politely.
Amused, Amity reached out a hand for a handshake. “I’m Amity,” she said.
Looking positively enraptured by the gesture, Rosie grabbed her hand and shook it with a solemnity it definitely didn’t deserve. “Welcome to the house,” she said seriously. “I hope you like it here.”
Amity smiled. Despite the situation, it was hard to be dour in the face of her innocent enthusiasm. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Let’s dig in,” Sophia instructed, and reached to the center of the table to start serving people.
Dinner was a hearty vegetable stew and what looked like a fresh-baked rustic bread. Amity approached it with caution, but upon first taste it turned out to be delicious. Maybe it was just the hunger talking, but Amity was pretty sure she’d never had such a good bread, and it complimented the stew perfectly. She buttered her slice heartily and dipped it into the broth as she ate.
Rosie finished eating first, lifting up the bowl to her face to drink the last dregs of the broth with a loud slurp. She set it down with a satisfied, “Ahhh!” and turned to Matilda. “Can I be excused?” she asked politely.
“Go for it,” said Matilda. She gave Rosie an indulgent smile and a light wave of her hand. Rosie immediately slid out of her chair and ran over to a large wooden trunk in the corner by the fireplace. After rooting around inside for a while, she emerged with a sheaf of paper and a box of colored pencils, which she proceeded to spread out on the floor and draw with.
Amity finished her own food soon afterwards and, following Rosie’s cue, looked to Matilda for permission to leave. The woman nodded at her, so Amity got up and walked over to Rosie to see what she was drawing.
It was, adorably, a picture of the six of them in front of the farmhouse, and surprisingly competent for her young age. “That’s really good,” Amity admired.
Rosie practically sparkled at the compliment. “Thanks!” she beamed. “Do you want to draw too?”
So Amity sat next to the girl and took out her own piece of paper, idly sketching with a green pencil as Rosie peppered her with question after question. What was her favorite animal? What was her favorite color? Where had she gone to school? Amity fielded the answers with amused patience, until-
“What was your family like before you found us?”
Amity hesitated. Family was still a sore subject.
“Now honey,” said Sophia from the table, where she was cleaning up the dinner dishes. “You know that’s not a first day question.”
“Sorry,” said Rosie, immediately contrite. She put a sympathetic hand on Amity’s wrist. “You don’t have to tell me. I know. Everybody here has a sad story. I didn’t have very nice parents either. When I first met Mamma Matilda, I was lost. I was by myself in the market all day and nobody came for me. It was sooo scary and everyone was looking at me like I wasn’t supposed to be there and then Mamma Matilda came and rescued me! And now I have two mommas and three awesome big sisters!” She beamed up at Amity. Amity smiled weakly back.
“Come on Squirt,” came Matilda’s voice. She towered over them where they sat on the floor, her hands on her hips. “We need to get you into bed before lockdown time.”
“Okay!” Rosie chirped cheerfully. She looked at the pencil Amity was still holding. “Do you want to keep drawing, or can I put the art stuff away?”
Amity obediently handed her the pencil, and Rosie dutifully packed up her art supplies, neatly tucking them back into the box. She was remarkably well-behaved for her age, Amity noted. That felt oddly chilling, bringing to mind punishment and threats, but she was also so cheerful—it was difficult to imagine her having been abused in any way.
Amity watched her follow Matilda up the stairs towards the bedrooms and sat up straighter, stretching out her back. She looked around; Charlotte had already gone upstairs, leaving Sophia and Luna sitting at the table.
“How do you feel?” Sophia asked Luna, almost too quiet for Amity to hear. “Do you want to put it off? We can still wait another night or two, let her regain more of her mind. She’ll be a little less rough that way. A little easier to satisfy.”
“What does it matter?” Luna asked harshly. “I have to get used to it sooner or later, right?”
“What are you talking about?” Amity asked, walking over to them. She wondered if she should be embarrassed about eavesdropping, but they were the ones who had been talking right out in the open.
Luna squared her shoulders. “It’s my first time with the beast tonight.”
Amity’s eyebrows rose. “But I thought Charlotte said-” she cut herself off, abruptly remembering that her only context on this came from overhearing Charlotte as she was raping Luna with a sex toy.
Sophia grimaced. Even if she wasn’t aware of the context, it was clear that Charlotte was prone to indiscreet oversharing of this kind. “She’s been with Matilda herself before, but... the beast is different. The first night is special.” She coughed delicately, remembering Amity’s experience. “Supposed to be special. Luna will be the one in charge.”
Luna didn’t look pleased by this fact. She was glaring down at her lap, nearly in tears. Once again, that fire-like rage swept through Amity. This situation was so unfair, for all of them. Her blood sang in her ears, became a roar that sounded like determination. Or perhaps just foolishness.
“Why don’t I do it instead?” she offered. Luna looked up abruptly. “I mean, I’ve already done it with the beast once. What’ve I got left to lose, right?”
“Umm,” Sophia waffled uneasily. “It doesn’t quite work that way. It’s her ceremony. Besides, you’re still injured from last night, aren’t you? You endured quite a bit. To take the lead position two nights in a row like that, and only one night after the full moon...”
Luna was injured too, Amity assumed. She’d been handled at least as roughly only that afternoon. Had she told Sophia, Amity wondered? Hadn’t it been obvious from her screams?
Luna was looking at her with a difficult-to-parse expression. It was skeptical, but it had a wild intensity to it, a manic level of disbelief.
“She won’t be alone,” Sophia tried to reassure Amity. “I’ll be there to help her through it, make sure she can handle things-”
“Then what’s one more?” Amity interrupted. Luna looked so small sitting at the table, clutching her hands in her lap. Amity had never had a sister before, but the need to protect was sudden and fierce within her. She shifted her gaze over to Sophia. “If she’s allowed to have other people there, then I can come too, right? If all of us are doing it, then it’s easier on each of us, presumably.”
Sophia looked back and forth between Luna and Amity, still nervous. Finally she put a hand on Luna’s shoulder. “It’s up to you, dear, if you want her there.”
“If-” Luna hesitated, then squared her shoulders. “If you want to, I guess. Sure.” She paused, then added, almost reluctant, “...Thanks.”
And so they got ready. Sophia sent Amity to her room to change into one of her nightgowns. When they reconvened in the hall, the other two were wearing nightgowns as well, and Sophia was carrying a large, folded bundle. The second floor was dark, two of the doors closed and locked, with only an old-fashioned oil lamp burning on the wall. It lit the room with flickering shadows and strange, earthy highlights.
Sophia opened the bundle in her hands, letting it fall straight, revealing it to be a headless wolf pelt. She threw it over Luna’s back like a cape, letting the former animal’s forelegs drape over her shoulders. There must have been some kind of subtle fastenings as well, because when she let go it stayed in place, a furry mantle shrouding her form.
“Let the beast into you,” Sophia intoned as though she was reciting a prayer, “that it may one day enter you permanently. Its skin your skin. Its heart your heart. Its lust your lust.” She ran a hand down Luna’s hair, smoothing it affectionately. “Are you ready?”
Luna nodded wordlessly, and the three made their way to the bedroom at the far end of the hall.
When they entered, Amity stopped in the doorway in surprise. It was not merely shock at seeing Matilda’s wolf form once again, although that was part of it. The wolf was, to Amity’s astonishment, manacled to the wall beneath a window with heavy iron chains.
Noting her hesitation, Sophia gestured for Amity to come into the room. “This is part of the first night ceremony,” she told her. “Under the true full moon, the manacles wouldn’t hold her. But on nights surrounding it she has just enough of her mind remaining to her that she can choose not to fight the restraints. As we get farther and farther from the full moon she retains more and more of her consciousness, to the point where she can even choose not to transform if she doesn’t want to.”
Sophia turned back to Luna. “Alright sweetheart. This is your show. We’ll do whatever you say. Remember, the only requirements are that you do not stop until she is satiated, and that you allow her to climax into your womb at some point during the night. You’ve been taking your pills?” Luna nodded. “Good girl.”
Luna stepped forward, between the legs of the chained beast. The creature was already hard, its enormous canine phallus protruding red and menacing from between its legs, straining towards her. Though the wolf-beast was supposedly choosing to remain bound, it didn’t indicate it; the creature thrashed and fought against its restraints, jaws snapping in frustration.
Visibly biting her lip, Luna took a step back. She turned to Sophia. “You kneel in front,” she directed. “Use- use your breasts. Um. Around the-the shaft.”
Following her instructions, Sophia knelt in front of the beast, lifting up the front of her nightgown. Her breasts were indeed as massive as Amity had imagined under her clothes, as big as her own head. Learning forward, she fit the werewolf’s dick neatly between them and, with practiced ease, began to work them up and down along the beast’s shaft.
As the beast huffed in apparent pleasure, Luna stepped over to its side, lifting her own nightgown and kneeling down close enough to allow the beast’s clawed but still humanoid hand to rest on her own breast. Immediately the hand surged forward, grasping the proffered boob and squeezing it mercilessly, eliciting a light whimper from Luna. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them again and making eye contact with Amity. “Now you,” she said, voice trembling. “On the other side, same as me.”
Amity complied, mirroring Luna’s movements and placing her own breast in the werewolf’s reach. It was captured immediately in her grasp, grip tight and painful, each sharp claw a pinprick against her delicate flesh. The wolf proceeded to knead their breasts in each hand with ferocity. It turned its head towards Luna and snapped its gaping, slightly drooling jaws. To Amity’s surprise, Luna did not shy away but moved closer, offering up her remaining breast, the nearer of the two.
The wolf’s jaw opened, tongue slathering over the mound of pale skin, drenching it with saliva in large, enthusiastic laps. Amity eyed the beast’s razor fangs with trepidation, but it didn’t seem inclined to use them.
Moments later, Sophia gasped as the wolf came between her breasts, shooting ropes of cum all over her face. The wolf growled low in its throat as Sophia withdrew; its member was just as hard as before, showing no signs of flagging. There was a change of some kind, however; Amity noticed an enormous swollen bulge, like a tumor, at the base of the beast’s already-gargantuan phallus that began to deflate as she watched. She remembered the strange feeling of swelling inside her when the beast had taken her the previous night—was that what it was?
“Now your mouth,” Luna instructed Sophia. Her words were somewhat marred by a gasp as the wolf wrenched particularly hard on her breast. Without protest, Sophia moved forward once more and lowered her head down onto the tip of the beast’s cock.
The animal’s penis was large; Amity had estimated it the previous night at around the girth of Sophia’s wrist. The woman had to open her jaw completely, as wide as she could, just to fit her lips around the massive intrusion. Amity’s eyes widened as she engulfed the member with her mouth and began to slide herself down it, her throat twitching as she forcefully impaled it on the beast’s cock.
She wasn’t able to take the entire thing. Amity wasn’t surprised; the damn thing was probably a foot long. Still, when she settled herself down and began to bob up and down, working her throat around the shaft inside of her, it was without gagging and with a practiced ease that spoke of long experience.
With a slightly clearer view this time, Amity watched the strange bulge swell once more at the base of the creature’s phallus.
“What- rnk.” She had to clench her jaw shut as the wolf painfully tugged at her breast. She tried again. “What is that thing?” she asked Luna. “At the bottom of its...” She waved a hand in the general direction of where Sophia was sucking the beast off like a champ.
“The knot,” said Luna tightly. “It’s a canine thing. It’s to keep the mate-” she blushed, “tied. Meaning we can’t pull away, can’t take her cock out while she’s filling us. Keeps the seed inside us, to better ensure pregnancy.”
Amity shivered with a sudden horror. She hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control... She gulped. She had only half paid attention in health class, but she was pretty sure she was too far away from her last period to be fertile. Hopefully.
The wolf’s hand slid down Amity’s side, towards her hip, yanking her forward possessively. Luna cleared her throat.
“Amity,” she instructed, “stand and straddle her chest. She wants to taste you.”
Surprised, but following instructions, Amity stood and moved into position as she was told. The beast’s head leaned towards her, between her legs, and then Amity was treated to the bizarre sensation of a large, flexible tongue bathing her nether regions. She gasped as the animal appendage licked her over and over, first covering her in large laps and then slipping inside her hole, pushing in deep. Despite herself she found herself growing wet, turned on from the attention.
As she continued to feast on Amity’s pussy, the wolf’s hand came around behind her, one lightly-furred finger slipping cheekily between her buttocks, pressing a knuckle teasingly against the hidden pucker of Amity’s anus. She moaned in surprise as the creature began to apply light pressure in time with the laps of its tongue.
Beside her, Luna stood, moving her breasts out of range of the wolf’s hand and her crotch into it. Without hesitation, the wolf plunged a clawed thumb up inside Luna’s vagina, driving it in again and again. Luna stood still, shaking, allowing the penetration. As Amity watched, the wolf’s other fingers slid through the slick leaking from her vagina and stretched behind her, apparently subjecting Luna to a similar rear pressure as Amity.
“No please,” Luna protested. “I’m already so sore there, please don’t- ah!” Her words were cut off as a clawed fingertip, slick from her own leavings, delicately penetrated her ass.
Suddenly, the beast’s hips bucked, surging upward. Amity looked behind her to see the animal’s knot fully swollen, its bottom half taut and raised up as it presumably unloaded another helping of semen into Sophia’s mouth and down her throat. She watched the woman’s throat spasm as she desperately swallowed around the load of jizz being poured into her. When she finally drew back, she was gasping. The wolf was still hard.
Amity’s attention returned to Luna as the girl whimpered. She watched the way the wolf’s finger slid in and out of her tender asshole, the beast’s thumb still embedded as far as it would go in the girl’s vagina.
“P-please, umm,” Luna tried. She looked like she wanted to draw away, but with claws like the wolf’s, any sudden or uncareful movement could potentially be disastrous. As Sophia sat back on her heels, the wolf insistently forced the finger as far into Luna’s ass as it would go, as though making a point.
“Uh,” Luna said again. She looked at Amity, panicked. Amity did her best to wordlessly communicate her support through her expression alone.
Luna gulped. “Amity, the wolf wants to go in back. Will you, uh- I-I order to you let the wolf fuck your ass. Um. Please.”
Amity swallowed. She was not ready for this. Not by any means. In drooling anticipation, the laps of the wolf’s tongue surged forward, its floppy length reaching all the way back between her legs to her rear hole, bathing it in slobber.
“Uh,” Amity echoed Luna’s uncertain stutter as the wolf finally released her, presumably so she could follow the given order. Amity didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to, but Sophia had already made the wolf climax twice now, and Luna probably wasn’t in any state to get fucked in the ass again at this point...
Clenching her jaw, Amity scooted backwards and lowered herself to her knees. She didn’t even have to do anything. As soon as she had shifted backwards far enough to allow the tip of the wolf’s pointed phallus to rest against the pucker of her anus, the wolf bucked its hips, slamming upwards and impaling her without warning, far before she was ready. Amity cried out as the dripping wet cock rammed into her, forcing several inches inside in one go.
She felt hands on her and turned her head to see Sophia guiding her backwards, moving her into position to allow the wolf deeper inside. With a light pressure, Sophia forced her down onto the beast’s cock, using Amity’s weight to drop her further and further onto the impaling spike of the wolf phallus.
Amity’s eyes were wide, unseeing. The cock pushing into her was a monster by itself. She felt stretched more intimately and painfully than she ever had in her life, her rear passage the second of her virginities to be lost in as many days. It felt like someone forcing an arm inside her, it was so huge. She felt like she was going to split in half as the cock worked its way further and further up into her hole.
Finally, when she was fully seated, her weight resting entirely on the beast’s hips, it began to thrust up into her. Amity closed her eyes and then suddenly sobbed as she felt a familiar swelling pressure. The penetration grew even more massive as the beast’s knot began to swell, stretching her anus even wider, forcing her obscenely open. With ever deep, pulsing thrust, the bulge in the beast’s cock fucked her open while the head of the mammoth phallus rammed her deep, deep inside.
It only took a few minutes for the beast to come, but as with the previous night, it didn’t bother to pull out after emptying its seed inside her passage. After a few still moments, the knot plugging up her rectum and keeping her full of sperm, the wolf resumed its thrusts and began to fuck her once more.
The wolf came three times up Amity’s ass before letting her up. After that, Luna had Sophia take her place, allowing the wolf to sodomize her as well. As it did so, Amity moved back to a mirror of Luna’s position, allowing the wolf to finger her fore and aft as it enjoyed the pleasures of Sophia’s rectum.
The night continued. The wolf kept coming. Luna seemed content to allow Sophia to do most of the work; the beast came twice down the woman’s throat, three times in her ass, and climaxed into her pussy and onto her face and torso so many times that Amity lost count. By the end of it she was as coated in cum as Amity remembered from the previous night.
Finally, Luna stepped back from the wolf’s grasping fingers once again kneading her breasts, and gave Sophia a hand to help her up. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Guess it’s my turn now.”
Taking a deep breath, Luna stepped forward and straddled the wolf’s hips. In her wolf-skin shawl and pale robe she looked almost majestic in the moonlight. With a firm resolve, she grasped the wolf’s cock in her hand and began to lower herself down onto the spike of it.
Amity watched as the head of the wolf’s member disappeared into her vagina, then inch by inch the shaft as she slowly slid down the length of it like a greased pole. Her pussy was well and truly prepared for the penetration; although this was her first contact with the wolf’s cock of the night, the beast had been fingering her fairly solidly on and off through most of the previous proceedings. She’d even sunk to her hands and knees at one point, turning her rear end to the wolf’s chained arm to give it better access to pushing digits into both of her holes at once.
Now, she slowly, laboriously sat herself down onto the enormous impaling spike of the beats’s member, groaning as she did so.
Luna let the beast fuck her. And fuck her. And fuck her. Again and again the beast stilled, filling Luna with its seed. And again and again it refused to let up, keeping its knot inside her until it could start thrusting again. Chained as it was, there was little it could do to stop Luna if she decided to get up and try to leave between climaxes, but some unseen power of authority kept her in place nonetheless, forced her submission, filling her with more and more cum until Amity could see a visible bulge her in gut from the sheer pressure of it. Luna was openly weeping by this point, begging the beast to stop, to let her rest, but the animal’s knot and its strange magnetism kept her firmly tied in place.
It took hours. Amity was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally, by the time the beast came one final time in Luna’s pussy and then, miraculously, began to flag, its erection withdrawing and the phallus slinking back into the pouch of skin from whence it came. Luna was so exhausted she slumped to the side, falling off of the beast’s body as though the cock inside her had been all that was keeping her upright. Sophia caught her before she could hit her head on the floor.
With an affectionate stroke of her hair, Sophia lifted the girl into her arms and laid her down on the room’s bed; the girl’s eyes were already sliding shut as she sank into unconsciousness. Sophia turned to Amity.
“I will see to Matilda and Luna,” she promised in a low whisper. “It’s traditional for mates to sleep here after servicing the beast, but you’re also welcome to go back to your room if you’d prefer.”
Amity glanced at Luna, her hips bruised and occasionally scratched where the beast had not been careful enough with its claws. She was entirely passed out, dead to the world, a graceless heap of exhausted limps. In her rucked up nightgown and semen-covered body she looked helpless, painfully vulnerable.
“I’ll stay,” Amity whispered.