The day that Amity had been waiting for finally came when she had been at the farm for nearly two weeks. Just long enough, apparently, to lull the adults in the house into a false sense of security about her obedience.
They didn’t even single her out as Sophia kissed both Amity and Luna on the forehead. “You be good,” she told them. “Make sure Rosie gets her snack when the time comes, and that you all eat dinner at a reasonable hour, okay? It’s all in the fridge, you just have to put it on the stove and heat it up. We might be home in time to eat with you, but just in case don’t wait for us to get started.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “I know, already. We’ll be fine. Don’t worry about us.”
Sophia rubbed her thumbs against the pads of her other fingers in a gesture Amity was coming to recognize as a nervous habit from her. “Maybe I shouldn’t go,” she murmured. “Matilda and Charlotte can do the deliveries today, and then I’ll go do the paperwork at the courthouse later. It doesn’t have to be at the same time.”
“Ugh,” groaned Charlotte, “come on. They’ll be fine. They’re not going to burn the house down or anything while we’re gone. It’s just a few hours. We’re going right by there. This is way more convenient.”
Sophia still looked uncertain, but she allowed herself to be swayed by Charlotte’s insistence. “You’re right,” she said finally. She smoothed her blouse self-consciously. “Alright then,” she conceded. “We should hopefully be back right around dark.”
She ruffled Rosie’s hair and followed Charlotte out to the old truck, which Matilda had already started. The rear of the vehicle was loaded with furniture for delivery, some of which Amity herself had even helped to make. She stood on the porch and waved with Luna as the adults drove off in a small cloud of dust, leaving her with her best chance yet at escape.
“I think I’ll work in the barn today,” she told Luna once the truck was out of earshot. “I already grabbed a snack from the fridge to eat while I’m working, so don’t worry about me for lunch. I have some carving work I want to get a head start on.”
Luna frowned. “Should you really be doing that with everyone gone? What if you have an accident?”
Amity waved away her concern. “It’s fine. I won’t use any of the dangerous machines. I barely even need to use anything particularly sharp. There’s a first aid kit in there if I happen to cut myself, and if I somehow manage to do anything worse than that with the limited tools I’ll be using then frankly that’s Darwinism trying to take me out of the gene pool.”
Luna’s frown persisted another moment, but finally she shrugged. “Okay,” she said, unconcerned. “Your call, I guess. Rosie and I will be in the house.” And so saying she took the youngest girl by the hand and headed inside. Just like that, Amity was alone.
She left in the direction of the barn, in case Luna or Rosie happened to look back or gaze out one of the windows. They were unlikely to actually come out to check on her; she should have most of the day to make her escape.
She swallowed. She wasn’t sure how far it was back to civilization, but it hadn’t taken that long to drive out there in the first place; surely a few hours of walking would be enough?
She had decided ahead of time not to follow the main road for two reasons. The first was a perhaps paranoid worry that the adults might turn around and come back. Maybe they forgot something, or changed their minds, or returned early, or something along those lines. The last thing she needed was to accidentally run into them on the road.
The second reason was that she was pretty sure that it led in the wrong direction. It had been a little bit since she’d arrived, but she knew the layout of the woods decently well from before her kidnapping. The main road that she’d always used to walk home ran roughly North-South through the pine forest. On the other hand, the offshoot road that they’d turned onto towards the house ran more or less due East. The closest bastion of civilization where there were likely to be enough people to help—small though it was—was the hamlet of Mill Pond, which was a ways Southeast of the diner. So, logically speaking, she should be able to get there fastest if she went due South from the farm, assuming her estimate of the location was more or less accurate. If she tried to follow the road, she would probably end up walking at least an hour to the West that she would have to backtrack later, wasting even more time.
And so, wrapping up the bits of bread, cheese, and fruit that she’d stashed away from the kitchen, Amity cautiously crept into the forest, circled the perimeter of the property, and headed off into the woods.
It was tough to tell if she was going in the right direction, especially once the house was out of sight, but Amity comforted herself with the thought that if it was tough for her to navigate, it would create equal difficulty for anyone trying to follow her. She even tried a few deliberate strategies to throw off her scent trail that always seemed to work on TV and in movies: when she came across a small creek, she spent some time walking directly down the riverbed, hoping the water would wash away her smell. When she got hungry enough to eat, she climbed a tree on the idea that it might help reduce the pungent scent of the food she was carrying. When she got back down, she wrapped a stone in the cloth that she had used and threw the entire bundle like a sling off into the woods in the wrong direction before heading onward.
It was extremely difficult to determine how much time was passing, especially under the canopy of the trees where it was hard to get a direct view of the direction of the sun. She’d chosen to wear the outfit that she’d arrived in, hoping that her heavy-duty walking shoes and comfortable pants would give her an advantage in moving through the dense trees. Leaves crackled and twigs snapped beneath her feet and she walked and walked and walked. It had been an hour or two before noon when she’d left. The air smelled crisp and earthy amid an endless sea of trunks and evergreen boughs, punctuated by the occasional red-and-gold leafy tree shedding color onto the forest floor.
She didn’t start to worry until the light filtering into the woods turned golden. She was tired, by this point; she had walked for hours and hours across uneven terrain with very few breaks. She had been hopeful that she would be able to reach civilization well before nightfall, but that hope was slowly fading with the sunlight. Not only was she not able to see any signs of habitation, even in the distance, she hadn’t passed over a single road since she’d set out. She couldn’t remember from any maps if she should have expected to. It was impossible to tell if she was on the verge of breaking through to someplace she recognized at any moment, or if she’d been completely wrong in her estimates and was lost somewhere deep in the middle of the wilderness, leagues away from the closest person. She swallowed. Her only option had been to keep going.
Now though, as the light was beginning to dim, she was faced with a decision. Should she keep trying to walk through the night? Or should she try to make or find some kind of shelter and hide out, maybe sleep if possible? On the one hand, the more distance she could put between herself and the farm the better. On the other, traipsing through the woods at night was dangerous. Even discounting the idea of large predators that might live in the woods, she could easily twist her ankle on a hidden stone or unexpected drop in the terrain that she wouldn’t be able to see in the dark.
Night fell fast in the forest, with the heavy foliage and dense branches blocking out most of what could filter in. If she was going to try to find somewhere to sleep, she should probably start looking soon, before it was too dark to identify a good place to do so.
She was eyeing a promising overhang of rock when a sound reached her ears that froze the blood in her veins.
A wolf howl. Faint, distant, but unmistakable.
Amity’s eyes widened. Her throat was suddenly dry as a desert. Screw sleeping for the night; she’d press on in the dark as best she could. Galvanized by the sudden adrenaline sweeping through her veins, she quickened her pace, scrambling down a small slope and then moving as briskly through the undergrowth as she dared in the dim light.
Her heart had only just started to calm down perhaps twenty minutes or so later when the howl came again, this time substantially closer. Amity threw caution to the wind and began to run.
She heard the wolf moving before she saw it. There was a second crackling and shuffling of leaves besides her own footsteps, the unmistakable tromping of a large creature making its way between the tall sentry tree-trunks. The forest was near black in the dark; everything was shadow upon shadow. Amity tried to use her hearing to determine where the sound was coming from and move in the opposite direction, squeezing her mouth shut tight to keep from crying out in fear, trying to move as quickly and as silently as she could simultaneously.
The shuffling was getting louder. She reached her hands out in front of her so she could feel any obstacles before she ran into them as she sprinted through the trees. She could hear its breathing now; heavy pants following her. Closer. Behind her. Oh god, it was so close.
She risked looking behind her and screamed. She could see the hulking black shape as a blur of motion amidst the trunks. She tried her best to weave between the trees, to dodge away from it, but it moved with an inhuman speed. One moment it was just at the edge of her vision, coming around the crest of a hill, and the next it was right behind her, close enough to see its eyes flash in the dark, to hear the panting and feel its hot breath, and then she tumbled forward onto the leaves in front of her, thrown onto her hands and knees.
The beast was all claws. Amity cried out as her clothing was shredded almost instantly, exposing her flesh to the open air and leaving long, angry scrapes down the back of her torso and legs. She gasped and went still as fangs came to rest around her neck, not biting down but pressing lightly into her skin in warning. She felt the soft fur and heavy, muscled weight of a body on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
And then—inside her. The wolf’s cock entered her without warning, spreading her wide and forcing its way in with no mercy. She cried out as her body tried belatedly to provide some kind of wetness, compensate for the huge spike that burrowed into her, sudden and painful. “Please, no!” she begged, despair overwhelming her as sudden and sharp as the beast’s phallus. “Please, let me go!”
There was no mercy on offer, no easing or drawing back as the wolf plunged into her and began to fuck her on the forest floor, driving into her with fast, animal thrusts. She flashed back to the first night that the beast had claimed her, remembering with despair that she had passed out before the creature was through with her body.
The beast fucked her with animal brutality, growling next to her ear whenever she tried to protest or struggle, its hot breath fetid against her cheek. It drove her into the ground, covering her with dirt and ground-up leaves as it slammed her body down against the soil in thrust after thrust.
It came in her, knot swelling as it had before, trapping her body on the penetrating spike of its cock, widening her passage to accommodate the canine morphology. It pressed into her throughout, continuing to flood her with seed for long, long moments, until the swelling finally began to go ease.
As soon as it did, the beast grabbed her roughly by one arm and one leg and spun her around on its cock, turning her without even bothering to pull out more than an inch or two. When she was facing the ravening animal it speared her once again, driving its cock once more deep inside her. She threw her head back in pain and sensation, feeling her hair tangling in the undergrowth of the forest floor.
The beast began to fuck her again, holding her in place as it slammed its raging phallus up into her hole over and over. Amity wept with pain and shame, but the animal was deaf to her distress. She could do nothing as the beast claimed her a second time with brutal, merciless thrusts.
Finally, she felt the knot swell in her a second time. She sobbed as it stretched her open painfully, overfilling her once more before the wolf began to come again.
Unlike last time, however, the wolf was not passive as it filled her with its seed. Instead it pulled her upright, mashing her up against its own torso, smothering her face in its fur-covered bosom. It tilted its head all the way back, exposing its throat, and howled. The sound was terrifyingly loud, and resonated through Amity’s body like an instrument.
Without removing its knot from her abused passage, the beast picked Amity up as though she weighed nothing and began to make its way through the forest with a steady, loping run.
Amity cried out once more. This was a new kind of torture; every heavy stride battered her poor overworked cunt, ramming the beast’s cock home inside her, forcing the knot as deep as it would go. The animal’s gait was swift and sure and brutal as it dodged nimbly between the trees, carrying the sobbing, impaled girl with it every step of the way.
They ran for hours in the dark, Amity impaled upon the beast’s cock for every second of the journey without pause. She gave up trying to protest after the first few minutes, and the rest of the time was spent in near silence, accompanied only by the crunch of brush underfoot, the eerie hoots and chirps of night animals, the soft whimpers of Amity’s sobs.
Some time during the journey she passed out, only to wake later to the same nightmare: impaled on the wolf’s cock, battered by its motions as it continued to lope through the woods.
She lost all sense of time, unsure how long she’d been conscious or unconscious, completely uncertain where they were or how late the hour had grown. The only concrete point of orientation came when she finally caught a glimpse of light through the tree trunks.
The house. The farm. She’d been brought back.
She sobbed anew, a feeling like despair flooding her as surely as the beast’s seed, which once again began to fill her passage.
Still holding her impaled, the wolf-creature mounted the stairs of the familiar home and burst inside, into the living room. Its knot had receded just enough to yank her painfully off of its cock and throw her like a sack of vegetables face-down over the back of the couch. Amity felt dizzy with pain and grief, and then suddenly shame as well as she looked up and saw the rest of the family standing around her, looking stricken. Even little Rosie was watching, eyes wide.
“Here this,” came a growling voice from behind her. Amity looked to her side to see Matilda coming around the couch, nude but once again human, her expression one of intense, contained rage. “Rules have been violated, punishment shall be enacted. Bear witness.” She came to a halt in front of Amity’s face, grabbing the girl’s hair hard enough to elicit a cry of pain. “First offence,” Matilda intoned, “therefore once each.”
She grabbed Amity, putting one knee up onto the couch, and pulled her face down towards her crotch.
Amity’s eyes went wide as saucers. Although Matilda was once again human, there was one thing that was unexpectedly unchanged by her transformation.
She still had a cock.
It was humanoid, now, rather than canine, with no indication of the usual knot. But the enormous phallus was only barely smaller than it had been in wolf form. That was all the time Amity had to observe before the penis in question was forced into her mouth and down her throat.
Amity burned with embarrassment as she choked on Matilda’s cock in front of the stoic, watching eyes of the rest of the family. It barely fit in her mouth, fixing her jaw as wide as it would go as it slid deep inside her. She made the mistake of glancing around and taking in Charlotte’s expression of sadistic glee as she watched her “sister” being brutally raped in front of her. After that she kept her gaze firmly fixed in front of her, on the skin of Matilda’s stomach as she thrust over and over into Amity’s mouth.
Matilda did not come quickly. Amity knew by now that the woman could go for hours if she wanted to. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed it to be over as quickly as possible. A hushed, ritual silence surrounded her. Even without looking at them, she could feel the eyes of the other women on her, taking in her debasement.
She could have sobbed with relief when she felt Matilda’s balls clench against her chin and the flow of her semen pour into her. It was too deep for her to taste, streaming directly down her throat and into her stomach until she was dizzy with the lack of oxygen, her throat compulsively swallowing over and over.
Matilda yanked her cock out of Amity’s throat and walked away, leaving her gasping and sobbing. But it was not to leave her alone.
The next thing Amity knew Matilda was behind her once again, grabbing onto her sore hips. The scratches from the encounter in the woods burned, enflamed as she was dragged against the fabric of the couch, pulled backwards. Her mouth opened reflexively as she was yanked back onto the impaling spike of Matilda’s cock once more as it slid once again into her cunt.
More of the same. The evening was an endless nightmare of thrusts as Matilda once again began to ravage her sore, weeping hole. She didn’t bother trying to protest anymore, knowing it would be useless, squeezing her eyes shut against the watchful gazes of the family. The pounding began anew, slamming her abused hole again and again, fucking her without pity.
How long did it go on? Another hour? What was time, even? She wondered hysterically if it must not be past Rosie’s bedtime by now, surely, as she was impaled by painful thrust after painful thrust.
When she finally felt Matilda come inside her, Amity gritted her teeth. She was pretty sure she understood now what “once each” meant. She braced herself, clenching her jaw.
Sure enough, moments after Matilda had pulled out of her, she felt the pressure return once more, but slightly higher this time. She forced her teeth closed against a scream as the head of Matilda’s cock pried open her anus and began to sink into her ass.
Her dick was absolutely massive, and tears rose anew to Amity’s eyes as she felt it split her in half. She choked on it, feeling the penetration in the back of her throat as Matilda’s huge meat forced its way deeper and deeper inside her. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as the painful breach continued for what seemed like ages, opening her wider and wider and wider until she worried she would pass out.
Then, Matilda began to fuck her once more. Amity saw stars as her ass was pounded to within an inch of her life, slamming home each time with enough force to give her rug burn on her abdomen. Matilda showed no sympathy for her pain, thrusting into her like the punishment it was, forcing herself as deep as possible at each apex.
Amity’s sense of balance swooped dangerously; she felt like she was about to pass out once again. But before she could, Matilda grabbed her hair and tugged it back sharply, forcing her once more into awareness. She kept her pulled back in this way, torso contorted and arched awkwardly, as her thrusts continued. The only sound was the wet slap of her thighs against Amity’s sore backside each time she drove her cock home.
When Matilda finally came inside her third hole, filling her ass with jizz to match the other two orifices, Amity felt a relief like she’d never experienced wash through her. She was more sore than she’d ever been in her life, her face streaked with tears and her body thoroughly numb from its abuse. Her ears rang as Matilda intoned the first words she’d said since the public rape had began: “Punishment has been served. You have witnessed. The rules shall not be broken.”
She grabbed Amity by the shoulder and hauled her backwards. For a terrified moment she feared it was all about to start again, and there would be no end to her torment for the rest of time. But Matilda simply gathered Amity up into her arms in a bridal carry, one arm beneath her shoulders and the other beneath her knees.
She was scowling down at Amity as she said in a more normal tone, “I’m very disappointed in you. I had really thought better of you. I hope you think carefully about what you’ve done.”
An unexpected pang of guilt joined the rest of the pains shooting through Amity’s body as Matilda proceeded to carry her up the stairs and put her to bed like a child. The last thing she registered before she passed out was the soft click of the doorknob as Matilda pulled the door quietly shut behind her.