1 comments/ 10256 views/ 28 favorites Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 01 By: sinagainChris12 Dark brown eyes widened and stared with intrigue at the woman sitting across from them at the large oak desk. Ned Bricker had not expected his morning to start off this way. The woman, Anya MacTiernen, didn't particularly surprise him, however, at her unexpected statement. As a lawyer, he had had any number of men, women, and even children, sitting across from him from time to time and they had said any number of fantastical things. This one, a woman with shoulder-length brunette hair, fair skin, and green eyes was no more or less average as he saw it. She did have a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, a leftover bit of childhood, that she had apparently decided not to hide with makeup, which he didn't believe she wore any, nor did it diminish her pretty face. And her cheeks were dimpled, which added to her younger appearance. But her body, at 27, had already given birth to four children, as he was well aware. She'd brought the youngest, a girl of about a year, with her to her last appointment. Anya might have been slim in her youth, but she had gained a bit from her pregnancies and it had settled around the usual places. He guessed she weighed around 215 pounds or so. Not really his type, but she did have nice breasts, and he did enjoy fondling the breasts of a woman. Ned wondered briefly if the woman was still producing milk. But only briefly, as what she had just said to him slammed back into the forefront of his mind. "Excuse me?" He asked quietly after coughing and sitting up a little bit straighter in the hard leather chair that he had been leaning back in. "I-I apologize, Mr, Bricker. I shouldn't have said that." Anya sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and wishing she could completely take back the words that had flown from her mouth in a moment of frustration. He had asked her how she was, that was all. Why had she blurted that out? She has always felt a slight stirring in her body when she'd met with her husband's lawyer, but to say what she said, Anya had clearly gone mad. "My dear, I am your lawyer, you should feel free to tell me whatever you want. Not many people can say that they are restricted by law from ever repeating what you say. Please, repeat it, just so I know that I have it right." Ned knew that his curiosity confused her, her eyebrows had furrowed and she was frowning at him a bit. "Mr. Bricker, again, I apologize..." Anya gulped for air as she paused, "I said that more than anything I would like to be properly fucked, but since my husband is dead, there's little chance of that happening these days." Anya stopped talking, her blush creeping up her chest to turn her neck and cheeks a pinker shade. The lawyer, a married man in his late forties, with black hair showing gray at the temples was sitting looking at her with an eyebrow raised over his left eye, chocolate colored, that sparkled on his handsome face. Anya wanted the ground to open up beneath her feet so that she could fall out of the room to the floor below, run away, find a deep dark hole in the ground and bury herself in it. Ever since Luke died seven months ago, she had repeatedly stuck her foot in her mouth with friends and family, but this was the first time that she'd said this, and to her lawyer of all people. A man that she'd actually felt an attraction to in the past. "It's been seven months now since the accident, correct?" Ned picked up her file from his desk and opened it up. "Yes, Mr. Bricker." Anya nodded softly, barely able to make eye contact with him. Handsome men always intimidated her, they had ever since she was young. Luke had been handsome, and he had loved her completely, and then he had died in a collapse at work, he'd worked in the civil engineering department of the city. A subway tunnel had given. He had been the only casualty. No one had seemed to cast her a second glance since his death. "Then I imagine you have every right to feel as you do." He replied casually as he skimmed further over her file. Her husband had been their client first, years ago when his great aunt had died and left him a large cash estate. Through the years, he'd been back with his wife, or without, to update their will, as necessary. Now that he had died, his wife had finally come in to update her will again. Today had been scheduled for her to come in and sign the papers. It was to have been a quick and boring meeting, one that Ned would normally have handed off to one of his paralegals, but now it was proving to be a bit more interesting, and he was glad he had felt a bit of charity in taking her appointment. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Bricker. I should probably leave, or-or sign the papers and just go. I've embarrassed myself enough for today, I think." Anya stood up and grabbed her purse, not really paying attention as the lawyer across from her did, as well, and rounded the desk to stop her from opening his office door. "Mrs. MacTiernen. I think you should stay." His voice sounded a bit more guttural and Anya gasped, looking up at him. She was five feet four inches and the lawyer was at least a foot taller than her, she felt her body temperature raise just standing this close to him, and they weren't even touching. That warmth quickly pooled to her lonely pussy. "Mr. Bricker." Anya said, confused as she watched him turn the lock on the inside of the door before turning to face her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I might be able to help you with your problem." He said quietly, watching her eyes widen in surprise this time and very slowly, he began to move her back towards the leather chair she'd been seated on a moment ago. Her body was opening to him, her color was a deeper shade and her breathing was faster, he could see her pulse beat in her neck and he felt the jerk of his cock against his slacks. "I need to go. I shouldn't have said any of that to you. Please, let me go." Anya whispered in fear, the chocolate in the man's eyes seemed to shimmer and lighten as he looked down at her, his hands still firm on her shoulders as they made sure she retook her seat. She watched with wide eyes as he then released her and moved back around his desk and sat down. He felt less threatening then, and she stayed where she was, waiting as he settled against the back of his chair, his hands folded together in front of him. "Anya, what was your sexual relationship like with your husband?" His question made her gasp, and her body stiffened, the muscles of her cunt jerked uncontrollably and Anya bit her lip and sat more upright in the chair, putting pressure on her rising desire. "My-my relationship? Well, Luke and I enjoyed each other a great deal. Which is most definitely what made me say that, I am sorry, again." Anya said quietly, not able to quite make eye contact with the man across from her as he moved forward to rest his arms on his desk, the movement made the fabric pull tight on his suit jacket and she could see a hint of well defined muscles underneath. "You miss getting fucked, Anya?" His dark question along with his raised eyebrows made Anya suck in a heavy breath and she found herself nodding. "So if I were to rip your clothes off of you, and fuck you now, would you want to sit on top and and fuck down on me, or have me throw you down over this desk and have my way with you?" His question made her eyes widen and her mouth fell open in surprise. Her pussy seemed to sit up and take notice and was fairly humming between her legs. It had been way to long since she'd had a cock inside of her, Anya had to convince herself that was the reason she was reacting to him so quickly. "Wh-what?" He shook his head, "You heard me quite well, Anya. I want to know if you're more dominant or more submissive with sex. I need to know." Anya looked down at her hands, they were shaking against her knees and she felt her pussy squeeze and cheer for the man who was talking extremely dirty to her, begging her to respond. Her mind was conjuring up all sorts of images, and all of them seemed unreal, this handsome, well off gentleman who she knew was married, hitting on her like this in his office. This couldn't be happening. "I don't really like being on top, no." She found herself answering, which only made her pussy juices leak out onto her panties to let her know she'd done the right thing. He smiled wider on the left side than the right, "Do you like being held down, or tied up?" Anya frowned, "I've never had anyone do either of those." "Well-." "But I don't think I would mind it so much," Anya interrupted him, the purr in her pussy was making her a little more brazen, "as long as I wasn't humiliated." "In what way? Would you be willing to be spanked, let's say?" He asked quieter now, he had a pen in his hand and was jotting something down that she couldn't see. "I-I suppose so. I just wouldn't want to be humiliated, I can't really explain it. I think I'd like to be spanked, but not some of those other things people do." "Like what?" Anya bit her lip for a moment, "I don't want to be shocked, or cutting or piercing my skin in random places with needles, or do anything against the law." "Anything else?" "No watersports or fecal stuff, that's disgusting." She said very quietly, "and no pets, snakes and dogs and stuff like that." "Sounds completely logical, though I have to say I'm surprised you know about watersports, most people say they just don't want to be pissed on." He chuckled as he continued writing. "I work in a hospital, Mr. Bricker, you'd be surprised, even with the population that I serve, what stories I hear." Anya watched him nod. "Toys?" "Fine, but nothing that would mutilate me." "Spanking and bondage is ok, you seem very submissive to me, Anya, would I be right to assume that you like to be controlled sexually? To have your lover force your orgasm from you? Would you do what a master tells you?" His words made her shiver and the fluttering that started in her throat traveled down to her stomach and deeper into her pussy, which was now practically on fire with desire. "I've never had anything really, except for normal sex." Anya told him as he wrote something more on his paper. "But you'd be open to it?" "If I had a way to say no if I wasn't enjoying it, or I was scared." Anya found herself nodding. "I can smell your arousal, Anya, but I won't be fucking you right now." His words made her jerk her eyes back to his, he could smell her? Her pussy wept with disappointment. "Y-you won't?" Of course he wouldn't, their conversation was crazy. "No. Not right now. But I will fuck you, soon. I would like to ask for your permission now to do so, however, Anya, to fuck you." Her lawyer asked her as he flipped through a rolodex and pulled out a card and paper clipped it to the paper he'd been writing notes on. "You're married." Was her breathless reply, she knew she'd have probably let him fuck her right here if it wasn't for that fact. Ned grinned, "Yes, I am. But the relationship I have with my wife is very open. She has lovers other than myself. We have different...proclivities...that we can't meet for one another. I need your word that I can fuck you, Anya, as long as I follow the rules you just laid out for me." Anya thought about it for a moment. She was an overweight mother who was close to thirty. Her whole life was that of a parent and a doting wife, and now she was standing in this office and this man was telling her that he wanted to-that he was going to fuck her. And when he did, she knew it would be like no other time she'd ever been intimate with her husband. She shivered as he stared at her. "Yes, I give you permission." She nodded and watched as he broke out into a smile and the room suddenly seemed to become cooler, which helped calm her gyrating, dripping pussy a little bit. But only a little, it would be happy to rejoin the party. "Do not play with yourself before I come for you, Anya. Your pussy needs to wait for me." He said as she clutched her fingers tighter around her knees, yes, it was more than happy to heat back up and ache. "Yes, Mr. Brinker. I won't." "Tell me, Anya, you work as a nurse over at Children's right?" He sat back in his chair again and started flipping through the Rolodex on his table a second time. Anya nodded, biting her lip as she tried to concentrate on calming the ache between her thighs. She was so turned on by the way he would look at her, the large muscled outline of his body, that her nipples had responded by hardening within her shirt, and she still felt flush, though the cooling air was slowly helping. Slowly. "Would you be able to take some time off with short notice? There is a place I would like to send you, for a vacation of sorts. Somewhere that will be able to truly meet your needs." Anya shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure. I haven't taken vacation this year. Maybe." She refused to ask him exactly what he meant by meeting her needs, he had basically promised to fuck her, so what more did he intend to do? "There's a rather exclusive spa north of Toronto where I've sent a few men and women like yourself, those who have lost a lover and have particular requirements for a new one. You strike me as someone who could benefit from my assisting you in that matter. I am sure you'd be quite warmly welcomed." His dark tone made her shiver and she closed her eyes, his words practically dripping with innuendo, and she could already see his large body over hers, naked and strong, his cock deep inside her quivering wet pussy. When? When would he fuck her? "Why would you do that? I barely know you." Anya asked softly, fucking her might be meeting some need of his, and would help her get through another few months alone, but sending her off somewhere, that seemed a little beyond anything she should expect from her lawyer. "You said it yourself, you need to get properly fucked, and my dear," He moved his head closer to hers, and she got a whiff of his cologne, spicy, intoxicating, it made her pussy jump all over again, "You would get properly fucked there." Anya felt her blush deepen again and bit her lower lip. "Tell me that you're interested, and I'll make all the arrangements." It wasn't a question to her ear, it was more like a command, and Anya looked at his brown eyes and found herself unable to do anything but nod. "I'll call my boss and see about getting a week off soon." She said breathlessly. Ned smiled, rising from his desk and walking over to the door to open it. She got up, as well and followed him over, knowing he moved to stand closer to her on purpose, his body cupping hers in the doorway as he bent over slightly to move his mouth towards her ear. "And our other, more immediate business, I will see to myself." His hoarse words and deep rumbling voice was full of intention and she shivered and clutched more tightly to her purse. It wasn't until she was alone in the elevator a few minutes later that she realized that she had never signed the paperwork to update her will. Somehow, she knew that she couldn't walk back into the man's office without her legs shaking and going weak on her. She would just have to return another time. Later that night, Anya walked out of her kitchen, done washing up from dinner, and looked into her living room, cluttered, as always with baby toys, her older children's backpacks, and her daughter, Penelope's ballet tutus seemed to constantly find their way halfway into the couch cushions. If she wasn't so tired, if she hadn't spent half her day in frustration from her morning appointment with Mr. Brinker, she might have had the energy to tidy the room tonight, but as it were, she had nothing left to give the day and figured that she could do it in the morning before the sitter arrived for Dina and she left for work. She had two more shifts this week, and then she had Friday night through both of the next weekends. She wouldn't be coming back to work until the following Monday. She had been surprised to have so many days off given to her. Anya had called her boss and asked if she would be able to take a sudden week, and Dottie had put in a call to HR. An hour later, Anya had been given 9 shift free days. Ten minutes after she'd gotten off the phone, she'd gotten an email from Mr. Brinker saying that everything was arranged, and that she had a plane ticket reserved for her at the airport and she would be taking an early flight to Toronto Saturday morning. She hadn't even had time to call him to tell him that she'd gotten the week free, and the worry of how he had learned of her new schedule made her shiver with renewed curiosity. Her lawyer was not who she had thought him to be for the past six years. Anya was about to walk from the living room to the staircase that led to her bedroom when her front doorbell rang. Frowning, her thoughts still on the mysterious behavior of Mr. Brinker, she opened the door and saw a young man in jeans and a t-shirt holding a box in front of her door. When he saw her, he smiled politely and offered her the box, which she took as he pulled a tablet out of his back pocket. "Mrs. MacTiernen, can you sign here for the box, please?" He said, and waited while she scribbled her name with her finger on the touch screen. "Thank you." Anya said nervously, already worried about what she would find within the box. "You're welcome. Have a good night, ma'am." The young man nodded, putting the device away and walking back down the sidewalk towards his parked pick up truck. Anya closed and locked her door before walking with the box into her dining room. Setting it on the table, she stared at it a moment. It was addressed to her from the law office of Mr. Ned Brinker. Wonderful, who knew what the man would send her today of all days. She knew it wouldn't be the unsigned documents. Her hands shook as she slowly reached for the tape holding it closed and slowly removed the strip before opening the flaps on the box. There was a folded letter on the top. Lifting it, she read through what was written with Mr. Brinker's firm hand strokes. Directions: 1. Do everything on this list in the order that they are listed. 2. Do not veer from the list. 3. Leave your downstairs doors locked. 4. Go upstairs and take a shower, clean your pussy, but do not touch it otherwise. 5. While in the shower, use the enema kit that is inside this box to clean out your ass. The enema stem is the only item you are allowed to put in your ass to stretch it. However, make sure it is clean for me. 6. Towel dry, leaving your hair wet. 7. Use the lotion in this box on your body, do not touch your pussy. 8. Brush your teeth, and hair, use the toilet. 9. Take the nipple and clit clamps out of the box. Place them appropriately on your nipples and directly on your clit. Do not do anything to further stimulate an orgasm. I will know. 10. Take the white envelope from the box with you to your bed with a glass of water. 11. Inside the white envelope are two pills. One white and the other is brown. The white pill is to keep you from getting pregnant tonight. I will know if you skip this step, and will correct the situation upon my arrival. The brown pill is a strong, but medium acting, sedative. Take the pills with the water. 12. Lay down in the center of the bed on your stomach. Do not touch your pussy. You will fall asleep within 15 minutes and you will sleep for four hours. When you wake up, I will have done the following to you: 1) I will have stretched and fucked your asshole. It will be filled with my cum. 2) I will have spanked your ass until it is red and throbbing, I will not draw blood. You will however, remember me when you sit down for a few days. 3) I will have fingered and eaten your pussy and its juices. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 01 4) I will have sucked and bitten on and around your clit. 5) I will have fucked your pussy with my cock. It will be filled with my cum. 6) I will have sucked on and played with your tits. There may be a few bite marks, but I will be as gentle as I can. 7) I will have mouth fucked you with my cock and your stomach will be loaded with my cum. 8) I will have cum on your body, you will be covered with it when you wake. 9) When you wake up, you will find that you are tied to your bed, your legs stretched wide and up, and I will be fucking you hard with my cock, I will fuck you as many times as I want before I am sated, and you will cum hard for me. 10) If you please me, and I am sure that you will, before I leave, I will ask that I leave my brand on you. I will explain it to you at that time, and you may refuse without punishment. However, if you do not follow my list above, I will punish you accordingly. My dear Anya, you can still change your mind. If I come to you tonight and find you awake, I will know that you are no longer willing to allow me to fuck you. Taking the pills is your consent to a night of being my cunt. I do hope you take the pills, Anya. Your pussy drove me to distraction this morning. Anya's pussy was dripping and she felt the liquid run down her legs within the pajama pants that she'd work since dinner. He wanted her asleep? Was that why he had refused to fuck her in the office? He was only turned on to women who were asleep. Was he into necrophilia? Oh dear God, she should have put that on her list, she supposed. But he said the sedative wouldn't last more than four hours, and he wouldn't leave her until he was done fucking. Her whole body whistled with the need to follow his orders as written, and her mind was half convinced that she should, as well. He wanted to fuck her in every hole. She'd only done anal with her husband a few times. The last, it hadn't been uncomfortable at all. She wondered how much bigger Mr. Brinker's cock was than her husbands, something inside her told her that the lawyer was going to be a lot to take. Anya knew her hands were shaking when she picked up the box and took it upstairs with her. She didn't stop until she was in her bedroom and the door was closed, and then she set the box atop her dresser, and reached in and pulled out the enema kit. It wasn't like the ones in the hospital that she'd used. It was one that was more used in sex play, with a longer black hose to insert in her ass and clean it with warm water. She felt her pussy twitch as she took it into the bathroom with her, along with the lotion that she would run on herself after her shower. A half an hour later, Anya made her way back into the bedroom and picked up the nipple and clit clamp. She had followed all of his instructions so far and had not touched her aching pussy, though it had screamed out for attention while she bathed. The enema had gone well, and she knew she was ready for his cock in her asshole. She shivered again just thinking about him owning her in every hole. The nipple clamps were connected to each other and to the clit clamp by a thin chain, that when lifted was a bit heavier than they looked. Biting her lip, she connected the nipple clamps first. There was no adjustment for comfort, and the way they pinched her nipples made her yelp and she had to bend slightly and get her breath under control before doing the next. When she had the clit clamp in her hands, she felt her thighs start to ache and her arms were shaking. The pain would be immense, but the pleasure of this pinch would be enough to cause her to orgasm, which she knew she mustn't, she knew he would know, somehow, he would know. Biting harder into her lip, she used two fingers to spread her labia and then positioned the clit clamp over her clitoris and slowly let her fingers widen to allow the clamp to press tightly to her clitoris. Anya whimpered, doubling over as the sensations filled her pussy and brain. It was painful, so tight and unforgiving, but she was instantly aroused, nearly sweating and her body shook and her pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly. "Fuck." She moaned as she straightened and put her hands on the bed. An orgasm was building quickly and she whimpered, squeezing her legs together to stop it, to somehow stop her body from the cum that wanted to explode from her body. Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing, trying desperately to calm herself. The chain tugged down on all three clamps and she knew the sensation would be even more intensely brutal and arousing if they were tugged on, but she dared not do that. He would know. Moving slowly to the box, she took out the envelope with the two pills and saw a water bottle in the box as well. Looking at the seal, she saw that it was unbroken. Walking back with both, she opened the envelope and dumped the contents into her hand. Looking down at the white and brown pill, she thought over her decision. Was she willing to drug herself to allow this man to fuck her however he saw fit? She knew why he was so firm in his asking her for consent. Any woman could claim rape if they were drugged and said that they hadn't wanted his cock, but oh, Anya wanted his cock. She wanted it badly. So badly, that after a deep breath, she closed her eyes, put the pills in her mouth and swallowed them both. Picking up the water, she opened it and drank half of the container before setting it on her bedside table, yanking the blankets back from her bed and moving onto it. She positioned herself in the middle, whimpering as the clamps tugged on her breasts and clit as she situated herself on her large stomach. She wondered what he would think of her body, but he had seen her many times in the office, he was well aware that she wasn't a super model, that she was a mother, a widow. He was not expecting her to be perfectly shaped. He would never had sent her the box and told her he wanted to fuck her if he was concerned with her size. Anya felt her breathing slow a bit and she felt her body become more relaxed. Her head was sideways on a feather pillow and her hands were tucked underneath. She was becoming used to the pressure on her nipples and her clit, they still over stimulated her body, but she wasn't in pain, she was in intense pleasure, and she wanted more, she wanted him to come and fuck her as he had written in very detailed language that he would. Twenty minutes later, a large dark form moved into the bedroom of the young mother and his head tilted to the side as he took in the sleeping form, the peaceful sounding breaths that she took, the way her back raised when she took those breaths. Her hair was half dry now, and was hanging unhindered around her face, covering most of it from his view. For now, he ignored her top half, he would deal with those later. Slowly removing his clothes, Ned Brinker eventually stood naked and tall in the room, stretching his arms wide, his tight muscles rippling over his large form. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, as he always had to when he wanted to change, and slowly, he felt his body start to respond. First, his skin darkened and turned shades from a light olive to a reddish tint. The coloring started at his cock and spread up and down from there. As the color spread, the length of the bump on his tailbone extended and slowly, his tail grew in length until it was almost eight feet in length, and the tip, like a fattened arrowhead, swung lazily behind his body. His cock grew in length, as well as girth, and he felt his balls swell and ache with the need to be attended to. He fully intended to attend to them, but first, he would need to guide the woman's body into accommodating his size. Pain was not his desire, her unbridled pleasure, seeing her body take his cock and his cum, that was what he was after, that was what all incubi had been after ever since they were bred into existence ages ago. Ned felt the color change reach his head, it felt like having someone's nails rake over your back as it shifted his form, and he knew his horns had erupted just behind and above his ears. They were six inches and curved inward on both sides. Once his body was in his true form, he climbed onto the bed and put his large clawed hands on either side of the woman's hips. She moaned in her sleep and he grinned in satisfaction. Kneeling down over her as he pulled her up onto her knees, her breasts still pressed down on the mattress, he opened his mouth and let his long, thick tongue slide out of his mouth. It dripped with thick, gooey, saliva and he immediately moved it against her puckered asshole and shoved it slowly up and inside of her. With just his tongue, he was able to reach the top of her rectum, and he slid it against the side, coating her inner tissues with his goo, before centering his efforts on the muscles that he would need to relax and spread before shoving his cock in this tight cavern. The goo also served as an analgesic. She would feel no pain now, or after he was finished. Her whole body would be coiled in passion and she would be so sated from his cock that she would lust for more from him. Pulling his tongue out, he moved a hand to her asshole and pressed two fingers inside, feeling her tighten against him, pushing her hips against his body in her sleeping state, and his cock twitched harder. He didn't always start with a woman's ass, but the curve of this one, especially with the added padding, had made his cock throb all day. Breathing in deeply, he could smell her asshole and his juices inside of it, but even more strongly, he could feel her pussy dripping. Moving his tail, he thrust the tapered tip into her cunt, not stopping until he had the entire length of it inside of her to where it reached a girth of about five inches before tapering back to only four. Her pussy muscles wept and clenched against him, and he began a slow, hard rhythm up into her, not going far enough to touch her cervix, he had not tongued her yet, and it would be painful until he had. But it kept her pussy busy while he shoved a third finger into her ass. It spread and then tightened, shaky and unused to the attention and he worked patiently, moving his hands so that he had two fingers from each hand within her asshole, spreading her apart and giving him a glimpse into the shining wet tissue within her body. His cock twitched and grew and Ned grunted, knowing he couldn't wait any longer and he took to the muscled tool in hand and lined it up with her asshole. Holding her by her hips, he bucked forward and sent his cock deep in her ass, feeling it spasm and stretch around his heated member, and her whole body shuddered and rocked with an orgasm that sprayed her lust all over the tail that had moved out to just nudge at the opening of her fold at the movement of his hips. He smiled, extremely pleased at the way she squirted her juices, knowing he would cause her orgasm repeatedly tonight. Moving his hips, he began a hard rhythm into her ass, buck after buck until his balls were pressed against her aching, wet, pussy lips. Ned growled and buried a hand in her hair as he pulled her neck back a little as his hips punched harder and harder, until he felt the familiar pulse and rush of his cum as he shot his seed up high in her ass. He felt her orgasm again, her body shaking, her breath harder as she unconsciously took him as lover. Pulling his cock out, he rubbed it, happy with the feeling of owning this young woman, glad that she'd said what she'd said in his office. He had needed a release for his inner demon, and she was more than pleasing to his cock. Not to mention the tail that had shoved in her ass the moment he had removed his cock. Turning the woman over, her put his mouth over her left breast, biting around the clamp, sucking it in and then tugging on it over and over as her breath came in whimpers. He knew she wouldn't waken, but she would be able to feel what he was doing. Finally, he put his teeth over the chain to her left nipple clamp and tugged on it until the clamp squeezed off, making her large breast jiggle, her nipple deep red as it filled with blood, he knew it would be extremely tender for her for the next few days at least, and moved and did the same to the other breast and clamp. When he had tongued both breasts and molded them with his hands, he moved his face down to the clamp at her clit and did much the same as he had to her breasts, turning the area dark pink from the way he sucked on her clit and nipped at it before using his finger this time to depress the clamp and remove it. He didn't want to injure her, he wanted her to remain aroused. He was on his knees on the bed now and grabbed her ass and pulled her body up so that his head was more firmly between her thighs and his tongue shoved deep into her dripping we pussy. She cried out and he felt her body shiver as he sunk high into her, his saliva spreading over her insides and he made sure to smear her cervix completely. His cock was large, and he was sure to hit it as he fucked her. Once she was shaking with desire, her pussy wriggling in his grasp, Ned allowed the incubus within him to come to the surface and he growled and dropped her body carelessly, shoving his cock inside her cunt in one long thrust, pushing up and up until she was stretched painfully, and would have torn if not for the abilities of his saliva to keep her intact. Pulling back, he thrust again, and again, pounding into her pussy, stretching the walls with his wide cock, and Ned heard himself cry out in pleasure, knowing the sounds from her throat matched his own as he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into each hard thrust of his hips. When he came, it was intense and hard and so much came shot from his balls that her womb filled with it and the overload poured out of her pussy, making squishing noises as he continued to fuck her for several more minutes with his heavy cock. His tail was still in her ass, and it began to move more, alive with the sensation of her orgasm and the heat of his. Ned knew that the white pill had worked, the egg that had been mature in it's follicle, ready to release, had been neutralized. He would not want her to have to raise a child with his traits. A demon in her home, especially a male, would be dangerous. He had never reproduced, in fact, not wanting to put anyone threw the hell of what his life was like. Pulling his cock from her plundered pussy lips, he felt it come free with a pop and smiled, she would remain tight, the enzymes in his saliva would see to that, and if he were to fuck her again, it would be as if he had never before sampled her flesh with his cock. But that was the agreement he had with his wife, a sucubus, they would never fuck the same cunt or cock after the single night they shared. This would be his only night with Anya and he was going to fucking delight in it. He heard her whimper again and looked at the clock. Time had passed, he only had another hour to introduce her mouth and throat to his already hard cock, and then he had to tie her up. It wouldn't matter that she knew him, it would take her a moment to adjust to this form of him. She would adjust, but that momentary fear would be there. He moved up her body and spread her hair away from her face. He grabbed the pillow and moved it from behind her head to under her upper back so the her mouth tilted back and down. Bending down, he opened his mouth and licked her full lips with his tongue, smearing his tangy goo over them before slowly separating them and running the tip over her teeth. It was good that she had a wide mouth, his tongue would fill her mouth, his cock would need her to stretch even farther. Pushing his tongue between her teeth, he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, his saliva filling it as he pushed forward, his hand spreading around the back of her head as he met with and dealt with her gag reflex before shoving his tongue about six inches down her throat. His saliva would coat the length and she would stretch for his advance. Then he moved his body so that he sat on his knees above her head, his cock pointed down towards her body. Putting his hands on either side of her face, he put the thick head of his cock at the opening of her mouth. It only took a bit of rubbing at her lips to get her to open her mouth with a sigh now, and he pushed inside, tilting her neck back farther so that he could make a straighter passage to her throat. He felt her body jerk as his cock filled her mouth, shoving heavily into her throat and blocking her windpipe. He knew she would struggle, and he withdrew long enough for her to catch her breath before he pushed into her esophagus again, harder this time, and waited again until she struggled hard to breathe before withdrawing. Groaning, he put one hand down close to her side as the other held her head the way he needed it before he bucked back into her throat, this time thrusting in and out in the same rhythm as he had into her cunt and ass, knowing each time he went a little lower, stayed a little longer, until he finally felt his balls smush down against her face and he was all the way in. Looking down at her, he could see that her throat was stretched, and she was writhing beneath him on the bed. Pulling out one more time, he growled and thrust back in hard, making her upper body jerk against him as he held her down, his cum already filling her, forcing her stomach muscle open and filling her belly with his cum, pulse after aching hot pulse before he slowly pulled out of her, knowing he left a trail of cum all the way to her mouth, where he sprayed one last time, and watched the girl as she tried to drink it, but most of the hot white liquid poured down her chin and onto her neck. Ned left the bed and went to the box. There had been another box on the bottom that was the same dimensions as the original, which she would not have seen unless she had searched, and he hadn't mentioned it to her. Inside were four leather wrist and ankle restraints and ropes with which to tie them to the bed. Going back over to the bed where the girl was in a fitful sleep, he first strapped the restraints to her wrists, and then her ankles before working the rope through the wooden headboard of her bed. Her arms were extended to either side and tied to each side post, with very little slack. Her ankles were then pulled up and her legs stretched apart as well. She was extremely flexible despite her weight, and once her legs were securely tied to the upper posts about a foot below her wrists, her entire pussy and ass, but wet and throbbing and pink were visible to his view. He smiled down at the girl. She was indeed a massively good fuck. He had enjoyed her body more than he had thought he would. She really was pretty, and her pussy was still dripping, still seeking to be filled. He realized her had not spanked her yet as he had written that he would, so Ned took the time to do so, going down onto his shins and scooting forward so that her lower body was resting, tilted upwards, and he could get his hands on her ass cheeks. Ned felt his entire body shake with desire as he swung his hand down to spank her ass, feeling her jerk against him, knowing her skin tensed and immediately turned a sexy shade of pink. He spanked her again, smelling the orgasm she gave him just as much as feeling her squirt against his chest. He would return the favor, he know, as he raised his hand again, just as soon as he had turned her entire ass that lovely pink color. Anya regained consciousness slowly. First, she was aware of someone's hands on her hips, sharp nails seemed to dig in as she was pulled up and something hot, so very hot, and hard, and large pummeled into her ass. She whimpered at the knowledge of it, but realized quickly that there was no pain, she was shaking with pleasure, wet with it, her brain immediately caught the feeling and she moaned, stretching towards the cock, not caring that she could feel it go unnaturally deep into her ass, an asshole that she knew was wide, wider that it had ever been stretched before. Jesus, her lawyer really was owning her ass. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 01 The next feeling that assaulted her senses was the smell. It was tangy and salty and without seeing anything, she knew it was their sweat and cum, both his and hers. She breathed it in deeply and sucked the taste and flavor down her throat, a throat that felt as if it had been used by that same huge cock. Anya licked her lips, the flavor was strange, she'd tasted cum before, but this didn't taste quite the same, and there was so much of it. Her whole body felt moist with it. Her pussy seemed soaked in it. She tried to move her hands, but found that they were tied up and spread out along the top of her bed. She knew her legs were tied as well, and the lawyer had complete access to all of her holes. Which he seemed to be taking total advantage of. As he fucked hard into her ass, growling deeply and slowly as his orgasm built within him, she could feel something thick and fleshy pound into her pussy at the same time. She was confused, it was hot and felt human, what was he using in her pussy, and how? His hands were on her waist yanking her into his brutal cock. Slowly, she opened her eyes and found them immediately locked to dark chocolate ones that seemed to beg her to stay completely still as she took in the site of him. Which she did, her lips parted and her chin shook uncontrollably as she took in his altered form. She wouldn't scream, her children were asleep on the other side of the hall. She couldn't scream. Despite the fact that his skin was red, completely red, and it wasn't paint. His black hair was more unruly now, and out of that hair sprouted two large horns, sharp at each end, curving in just a bit inward at the tips. His body seemed even large, more muscled, and his stomach muscled clenched in the biggest six-pack she had ever seen as he continued to fuck her ass. An ass that couldn't possibly be handling his monster sized cock, but she saw that it was. He had a tail, and that was what was buried deep in her pussy now. A long, muscular take with some sort of bulgy top that acted like a cock as it shoved deep inside her wet hole. He wasn't human, Anya knew, there was no way he was human. Despite the fact that she didn't believe in monsters, she knew he had to be some sort of monster, a demon or something. A demon that looked as if he had no intention of stopping the rough thrust of his hips into her ass. "What...the fuck...are...you?" She gasped out after each crush of his cock deep in her ass. "An incubus." Ned said simply through clenched teeth. "What...the fuuuuck...is that?" Anya cried out as her pussy clenched in another orgasm, she wondered how many she had had while she was asleep. He chuckled, "I'm a sex demon, Anya." Anya shivered, watched as he suddenly slowed his thrusts and pulled from her ass. Her eyes widened as he moved his body so that his cock was level with her face. She knew immediately what he wanted, what he was asking, he was asking with his eyes for her to forgive him for what he had failed to tell her about himself, and he was asking with his cock for her to allow him to continue with what he had been doing to her. Anya simply stared at him as she mulled over in her mind what was happening. If he was an incubus, if he had not wanted her to know what he was, what he had been doing to her, with his cock and his...tail, he could have just given her a sedative that would have lasted the night. He could have fucked her and left and she would never have known, she would never have seen him. He had told her exactly what he would do to her and she knew he had. She knew that at least his cock, if not his tail too, had been in all three of her holes. She was covered with his cum, she could feel it as it stuck to her, partially drying as it hit the night air. "This spa you are sending me to, is it filled with other sex demons like you?" She said softly, feeling the gentle push of his cockhead as it rubbed against her lips but didn't try to push farther into her mouth. "No," Ned shook his head, his brow furrowed, "Not like me. There are very few sex demons like myself left in the world. For which I am grateful." He didn't continue and Anya didn't ask, it was obviously painful for him and she didn't want pain between them, her pussy throbbed in glee, impatient to be filled by more than just the thick, hard tail of him, she wanted his cock, she wanted to be awake and see him shove that rod up her pussy, she wanted to see his cum drip from her, which she definitely would in the position that she was in. "But they're not all human." "No, Anya, and that is all I will say. None of them, none of them, will hurt you." He put his clawed hand on the back of her hand and she felt him nudge her lips a little closer to his cock. "Ned," She whimpered his name with the tail yanked from her pussy and pushed deeply into her ass, she was sure it was drilling into her sigmoid, and wondered why she felt no pain, the feeling of it only made her yearn for more, to drip her own thick juices from her used pussy, "Don't stop fucking me." Anya was only just able to finish her sentence before the incubus in bed with her growled and slammed his cock deep into her throat. Anya's eyes watered and her neck arched back as he rose above her to create a better angle as the hot shaft pushed deeper and deeper inside. His hands held her head still and her eyes locked with his as he tightened the muscles around his mouth, an almost angry look on his face as he felt his balls clench and burst his cum inside of her again. She felt the cock widen as the liquid pushed through and into her stomach, understood now the tangy, strange flavor that she had tasted before. "Good girl, you're doing really good, Anya. I haven't had to punish you, I've only had to spank your sweet ass. You've been a really good girl." His voice was coarse as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She watched it leave, wondering at how it was still hard, he had obviously fucked her a great number of times. How could he still be so fucking stiff? She was out of breath and sweating, and her pussy felt like it'd had the workout of its life, which it had had, of course, with his monster cock. "What do you do to bad girls?" Anya almost regretted the question because he had been moving back down her body and his black claws had been scraping sensually down the backs of her creamy pale thighs. When she'd asked, he had stilled and looked deeply into her eyes. "Would you like me to show you?" His softly spoken question made her whole body quake. "Will it hurt?" "Yes." Anya shook, she didn't want to feel pain, not tonight, not with this man. "I don't want you to show me." She whispered and knew he heard her from the way his shoulders slumped. "Please, Anya, I-I think I need to show you." He pleaded with her suddenly and Anya looked at him, his eyes were filled with a sudden painful looking need. "But you said it would hurt." Anya watched as he moved his cock and rested the head against her wet pussy fold. "It will, but it will also feel very, very good, Anya. Even my punishments will cause you to orgasm. I feed off of your orgasms, and I need for you to have a strong one, a really strong one. Please. Let me punish you." He sounded desperate and Anya closed her eyes and sighed, she was tied up, he could do to her whatever he wanted, why did he seem to need her permission so badly? He could have punished her in her sleep. "Yes, Ne-Holy FUCK!" Anya shouted, the moment she had acquiesced, he had thrust his cock up inside of her pussy, and Anya could feel the slight sensation of is slamming against her cervix and shifting it and stretching her deep. At the same time his cock slammed into her, his tail pressed against the stretched lip of her cunt and chiseled in against his cock, stretching her so wide that despite the saliva that had numbed her and allowed her body to stretch so wide, her pleasure shivered and sizzled and burned and she felt herself squirt her juice, knowing it was stuck up in her pussy as long as he was filling her. She knew the head of his cock and the tip of his tail had dug in deep. "More?" Ned leaned his body forward to whisper in her ear. Anya groaned and looked at his impassioned face, "There can't possibly be more." He grinned like a school boy and pulled back on his hips before crashing back inside of her pussy, and when she dropped her mouth open to gasp at the tight squeeze of him in her cunt, Ned grabbed her face and thrust his tongue deep inside of her throat. There was plenty more to be had, and the orgasm that worked and spread through him and came out of her body when he came and withdrew was fierce enough to cause an avalanche and he held her body against his large form as she shook with it. Yes, yes he had been right to come here tonight, to fuck her like this, he breathed in her sent and felt his body intake as much as he could from her orgasm. He wouldn't need to feed again for a month after tonight. She had more than filled his stores of energy. "You are all right? With everything I have done to you, taken from you?" He asked a few hours later, the darkness outside had turned to a dull gray and he knew she would need time to clean herself before her children rose from bed. "I am. Will I, will I see you again?" She asked. Ned shook, "Not like this. Never again like tonight. I'm not allowed to feed from the same pussy twice, Anya. My wife would not allow it. But I can still be your lawyer, if you allow that. It would be nice to keep some contact with you." Anya nodded, saddened that she would never feel his thick shaft fill her trembling body, but she knew it was his way. It was the deal he had with his wife. She laid still while he untied her and allowed him to put her on her feet and walk her, practically carry her into her bathroom where he turned on the faucet to fill her tub with hot water. She was glad, there was no way she would be able to stand in a shower this morning. "I want to brand you, Anya. Will you allow it?" He asked suddenly, knowing the ache to do so would haunt him if she didn't. It was the one actually painful thing that he wanted, that he needed to do to his food. "What is it?" Anya asked as she watched him take a hand cloth out of the cabinet and wet it with the tub water before starting to rub it over her body, taking off as much of the dried cum as he could. She watched as his tail moved into view and she saw something shiny slowly push up from what she had thought was a solid tip, but actually had a small opening to it. As she watched, the sharp looking point extended farther, it looked like a needle at the tip but thickened to about a 14 guage width very quickly. She winced as she looked at the five inch long weapon and then up at Ned. He was staring at her. "What the hell do you want to do with that. I specifically said no cutting." Anya frowned at the tail that was held still in the air between their naked bodies. "You can refuse, but it was cause me pain not to rid myself of the brand and give it to you. But I will not do it if you are not willing." "What do you do with it?" "I can make it curve. It's a metal, Anya, and it makes a piercing on your skin like that of an earring, but it spirals up and pierced you several times. It will never come out, and it will mark you as having been mine to any other incubi that you may come across, it will tell them they cannot touch you." "But you can't have me and you said there weren't many left." "Right, which is why I'm willing to deal with the pain it will leave me with if I keep it." Ned knew she was shivering from the cold of standing there and moved his tail back behind him. Putting his hands under her arms, he lowered her into the filling hot tub and watched as she settled into the water. "Where do you put it?" "There are three places you can choose from, Anya. Your labia, your lip, which I do not suggest, it is not very attractive, and your upper ear. Your ear is where I prefer. But it can hurt as it pierces the cartilage. I will deaden the pain you feel first, though, Anya. But you may say no." He begged for her with his eyes not to deny him. Reabsorbing the metal was a painful procedure. He would be out of work for several days from it. "My ear, Ned. You can brand my ear." Anya smiled at the genuine smile of relief on his face as he immediately moved in and put her face in his hands and put his mouth over her upper ear, his tongue slathering over it, dipping to the skin behind and before it to deaden as much as the nerve as he could. When he had prepared her as well as he knew how, he moved his face back and put his hands on both of her cheeks, keeping her face still and her eyes on his as his tail moved towards her head. "You've done this before?" "Thousand and thousands of times in the past. These days, most of my food either refuses or they have me pierce their labia. I feel like it is defiling, and I would rather it look like a piercing to your ear than have it penetrate your pussy lips." He spoke to her as she winced slightly, knowing that the first hole had been made with the sharp metal in his tail. Anya felt it push through her flesh three more times as it was coiled and finally the sharp edges of it seemed to mold together and when his tail moved away, she reached up and realized that it was only about ¾ an inch wide and started at the top of her ear and curved down around the curve, molded together on the outside and separated to pierce through her ear on the inner part. It didn't hurt as much now that it was done, and Anya looked at the man before her, his body was less red now, and she realized that he was slowly becoming more like the man she had seen the previous morning in a suit, and less like the sexy, bulging sex demon that had just made her entire body writhe with a powerful night of orgasms. If he could make her feel this way, what would she do when she was sent to a spa that she had to assume would have a similar plan for her body. Anya's pussy twitched in the bathtub and she could hear the man next to her chuckle softly, making her frown. How could he know what she was thinking? Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 02 Anya spent the next few days in a very satisfied state of bliss. Her shifts at work had seemed to fly by. Her young patients had been time consuming and she had enjoyed the other nurses she had worked with. Several of her work friends had commented on her new "jewelry" and Anya had just quietly smiled and said that she'd needed to do something for herself. They had agreed and by the time her shifts had ended, she'd gone home and been a mother to her children, fed and bathed them, and then fallen exhausted into bed at night. She knew why her body was so exhilarated, she knew the cock and tail and hands...and tongue, that had caused her to reach utter fulfillment, and Anya found herself missing the incubus that had shown her such a great fuck. But she kept herself from calling him, or sending a message to his office in some way. He was married, and she'd been food that he'd been allowed to taste once. It hadn't been cheating, but were he to fuck her with that wonderful heavy cock again, it most certainly would be, and she was not the type of woman to ruin another person's marriage. So she stayed away. "A glass of wine?" A feminine voice said from the aisle near her and Anya looked up from her hands to see the flight attendant standing beside her row, glasses of red and white wine on a tray in her hand. They gave you wine in first class, she raised an eyebrow, she had never actually flown first class before. Even with Aunt Tippy's inheritance, her husband had always been responsible, they'd never lived to extravagance. Taking a glass of red, she thanked the flight attendant and looked back out her window as she sipped on the wine. She had spent the last few days googling incubus, and then pouring through other old fairy tales and folklore and legends, wondering what other creatures were out there in the world, what ones would she be introduced to at Vorhees Spa when she arrived. The ideas had made her nervous, and she shivered even now thinking about what was in store for her when she reached Canada. He said there weren't any incubi, but he'd told her that not everyone was human. He hadn't told her what she would find, though. What other nonhumans were out there. Her pussy had no worries, however, it was still riding high between her thighs like a pagent winner that was waving to the crowds, thank you, thank you, I have been so fabulously fucked and am more than happy to take on whatever you thrust at me, and Anya found that the more she thought about what would happen to her at the spa, the more wet she would become. He had told her that she was submissive by nature, and she hadn't really thought he was right until she had been tied up and he had shoved his cock down her throat and she'd been unable to get away. It had been the most turned on she had ever been in her life and she'd wanted him to fuck her like that forever. The thought of being tied up like that again, the idea of having a man be her master, well, Anya didn't think she would mind. At least, not as long as it didn't interfere with her family and work. She reached up and slid a finger against the coil of metal at the top of her ear, she could see herself being someone's sex toy, of her pussy being the property of the right man. Her whole body felt hot and Anya sighed, an airplane was not the place to have these kinds of thoughts. She instead, thought of the four children that she had left in the protection of her cousin and aunt. Lindie was seventeen and her aunt was her father's youngest sister. Greta was married for the second time, but Anya never saw Luis much. He was an international asshole slash foreign trade guy of some sort or another. But he made a ton of money and had a dick, so Greta dealt with his lack of personality. Lindie's birth father had been Jamaican and Anya still remembered the smiling man. He had gotten cancer about ten years ago and left the two women alone together for a while. Lindie loved her little cousins and they had jumped at the chance to watch her four while Anya went on what they considered to be a much needed, and richly deserved vacation to the north. It's all about me though, she could practically hear her pussy talking at this point, throbbing between her legs. Anya rolled her eyes and looked out the window. A little while later, she was broken from her thoughts by the captain's announcement that the plane would be landing shortly. Anya gave her now empty glass to the flight attendant and made sure her purse was still tucked under the seat in front of her. She could see the ground coming closer as the plane made its descent to the airport and she felt her breathing quicken just a bit. She was worried about what the spa was like, regardless of the fact that she'd actually handled getting fucked by a sex demon of all things. What would happen to her while she was there? She'd googled it when she was at work a couple times and Vorhees Spa had a website. It looked perfectly legitimate. Hot stone massages, hot tubs, acupuncture, massage, all the services one expected to see at a regular spa, but the price list was astronomical. Spa for the rich and carefree, apparently. And you couldn't just make reservations online, you were required to call for a consult. She hadn't called, but her lawyer had. She wondered what Ned had told them about her. It made a shiver work down her body to settle into her pussy like an old friend. Once she exited the plane, purse and jacket in hand, her rolling suitcase behind her, Anya slowly made her way through customs and then out to where the exit was located. She had been on an early flight, so her plane was one of the first to land, and there were many men in suits holding up placards with peoples' last names written on them. Scanning for hers, knowing that someone, a Mr. Hughes, was supposed to be at the airport to fetch her, she furrowed her brow, not seeing her last name on any of the signs. The man must not be at the airport yet. It didn't sound like something her lawyer would have allowed to happen. He seemed to like to be in control of everything, and everything happened just as he wanted it. Frowning, she scanned the crowd again. She saw people walking up to their intended drivers and the crowd began to thin out as she made her way slowly to the wall to her left, allowing others to pass her as they left the airport. Looking around her, she noticed that no new drivers had entered yet, but gazing around the room, she spotted a man standing slightly behind the line of placard wielding drivers in a sharp looking suit, a simple black tie around his neck, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her. Anya bit her lip and wondered if that man was her contact from the spa. He looked too polished to be a driver, and she looked at his face a little more closely and felt one side of her mouth lift a bit. He reminded her of one of those movie thugs. The ones who were as handsome as the devil himself, a man that Anya had actually met, so she felt she could think that with confidence. He had shaved his head, but not so much because his hair was thinning, though it did seem to be a little on the temples. His jaw was strong looking, and he had a days growth of hair, probably more. His mouth was firm, wide, not overly lippy, which she had never liked. His eyes were light blue and the way he fit his suit let the viewer know that he was all muscled bulk beneath. He wasn't overly large, however, probably only about six inches taller than she was. He continued to watch her, but made no attempt to approach her as she waited against the wall. The walkway was emptying out, and there seemed to be a lull in arrivals, leaving them relatively alone in the exit area for a few moments. Anya bit her lip, wondering what she should do. Should she call Mr. Brinker? Who was the man that was still standing there? Why was he still watching her? Sighing, she pushed herself away from the wall and made her way over to the man who did not move at her advance. His blue eyes focused more fully on her and they seemed to stretch a little tight at the edges, and he smiled at her. Anya was thrown off balance by the unexpected warmth and she opened her mouth a little as he turned to fully face her. "Mrs. MacTiernen?" Oh dear, Anya gulped, gorgeous and he had an English accent. She expected her pussy to pulse and it did. She nodded, "Are you Mr. Hughes?" Her voice sounded gravelly to her and Anya watched as he nodded, bending to take the suitcase from her. She watched as he clicked in the extended handle and then picked the case up by the side handle. "We've got about an hour drive to get to Vorhees. Have you eaten?" He said, putting a hand under her free arm to start guiding her out the door. Anya shook her head, in truth, she'd barely been able to eat since her visit to her lawyer. She'd been on pins and needles ever since she'd gone to his office downtown. "I've got coffee and a bagel for you in the car." "I'm not very hungry." Anya told him truthfully as the stepped out the door and into the sunshine. "Eh, you'll be needing your energy for later. Be a dear and try to eat." He winked at her, making her shiver as they walked quickly towards where he had parked his car, a teak brown Audi R8. It certainly wasn't in the price range of a regular airport driver. He put the suitcase in the back, along with her jacket and purse that she'd been holding. Anya wasn't too happy that her cell phone was now where she couldn't get a hold of it if she needed it, but she figured there wasn't much she could do at this point to get away from her particular fate. Nor did she particularly want to. If this man was an example of the type of man she could expect to see at the spa, she was more than happy to continue her journey there. Her pussy ached to be filled again, and her chances were much greater here than they would be back home. He opened her door and waited as she got in the car. Anya wondered what the man thought about it being her that had been sent here. A woman of her size, a mother, someone who was not usually the type of woman a man like him would be helping getting into a car like this. When he pulled out of the parking lot, Anya almost sighed, the car drove so smoothly it was like sitting on a cloud and floating. She'd always liked cars, her father had been a mechanic, so she knew a thing or two. This car, however, was way out of the price range that her father had been in. She had loved the Camaro that he'd restored and let her drive after she got her driver's license. It had made her feel powerful and attractive. And she had been, attractive, when she was young. Age had changed that a bit for her. "You've known the incubus for several years, have you?" The man beside her spoke up and Anya nodded. "For six years, I think. My husband always went to their appointments, I barely ever went. I didn't know...I didn't know what he is, though, not until the last visit." Anya explained, watching as Mr. Hughes picked up a paper bag and handed it to her. "You've got to eat something." He urged her to take out the bagel, which she reluctantly did. It was warm still, whole wheat with only butter. "Thank you." Anya said, being polite, she really wasn't very hungry. "I've never known an incubus who allowed his food to know what ate on them. Usually they are unarousable when a woman's eyes are upon them. It must take a great deal of effort for your lawyer to fuck while the woman is awake." Mr. Hughes explained to her. "Unarousable?" Anya said in a whisper, breaking off a small piece of the bagel and putting it in her mouth when he pointed to it and her before turning onto a road that would lead them out of town. "Yeah. They can't get their cock up when they're being watched by a girl. How does he do it with you?" His blue eyes were focused on the road ahead, which made Anya feel a tiny bit better about the blush creeping up on her neck. "Did it with me, we're not l-lovers any longer." "It might have been that for you, but I can guarantee that you were a hard fuck and food to him." He pressed on and Anya felt her blush deepen. "He had me take a sedative before he came in my room that night. I wasn't awake for all but the last few hours. By then, by then he was probably aroused enough it didn't matter." "I suppose, I've never seen it, though." Anya sighed, "Have you met an incubus before?" "A few times. Mainly, they're a bunch of rapist bastards trying to impregnate women. They haven't been able to for nearly a century now and are starting to die off. Good riddance, I say. Mr. Brinker is okay, he doesn't rape his food, eh?" Mr. Hughes looked at her quickly with a raised brow and she shook her head, she still had a hard time thinking about what she had done with Ned as a meal, but if what he had done was feed on her, then she didn't care. She had loved it. "Well, I suppose I should be glad that they could never touch me now." Mr. Hughes looked at her with a genuine smile on his face, "No, I suppose you can't be touched by one. I see that you let him brand you, too. You chose a proper place for it, at least. He gave you the option, I suppose." "Yes, he even offered not to brand me unless I wanted him to. I could tell it would be painful for him if I didn't. It only hurt me a little." Anya said, touching it again, it didn't hurt at all, in fact, it seemed to make her pussy tighten hungrily when she touched it at length. "Eat." He muttered suddenly, his eyes back on the road, they were in the country now. "I don't mean to disparage on the lawyer. He's all right, I guess. He isn't like the rest of his kind, or he wouldn't be allowed to associate with Vorhees. They have strict rules on campus about what is allowed and what is forbidden." Anya didn't ask what the rules were, she figured they were about rape and torture, and she knew she would agree with rules like that, as well. She would not have enjoyed her time with the incubus if he had forced her, and he hadn't. Not even when she was asleep and he had fucked her hard. "Eat." He persisted again and Anya frowned and focused on the bagel he was practically forcing her to consume. Chewing slowly, she moved her green eyes to the window out her side of the car and watched as they sped through woods that seemed to grow more and more dense. They rode quietly for a while and Anya was thankful for the silence. She wasn't sure quite what to say to this man, she wasn't sure who or what he was, or what his purpose was at the spa. She didn't want him to feel obligated to talk to her, either, so she remained silent. She felt the engine slowing and realized that Mr. Hughes was turning left onto a road that was barely visible in the treeline, one she was sure she would have missed completely had he not slowed and turned to go west down it. "Are we getting close?" She asked. The bagel had been eaten, and the cooled coffee drank before he could force her to finish either. "About ten more minutes. Most girls I drive here have more questions. You're really as submissive as the incubus claimed you to be." His blue eyes caught and held hers for a minute while Anya looked at him in shock. "I suppose, though I don't know if I can really call myself that when I've never had a master." She shrugged, not sure quite how to answer. "That's all right, Mrs. MacTiernen. Everyone has a first master. Did he tell you anything about Vorhees?" His deep voice was gentle, soothing as she shook her head. "Other than it being a spa, or the place I needed to go to give me what I need. No, he didn't." "Your needs?" Mr. Hughes smiled. "I told him that I needed to get properly fucked." Anya was surprised she said it, but she figured he'd already been told about the conversation she'd stumbled hard into with her lawyer. Mr. Hughes centered his blue eyes on her face for a moment before nodding, and then his mouth spread into a wide smile. "That you will, my girl. A right and proper fuck." Anya felt her mouth go dry as he looked at her like that, but she didn't ask, she was scared to know. "You must have questions." He said again, looking ahead again. "So you're not an incubus?" Anya asked in a very quiet voice, hearing him chuckle from low in his throat. "Christ, no." He said sideways at her as he pulled onto yet another barely visible road. "What are you?" She pried gently, worried that the answer would terrify her. "Do I not look like a man to you, Mrs. MacTiernen?" He grinned at her. "Looks are obviously deceiving, Mr. Hughes." Anya looked ahead of her and saw a clearing come into view, and in that clearing, she saw a huge stone house, mansion really, rise from the trees around it. "Is this-" Anye gasped, ignoring the hand that shifted just slightly up her thigh to squeeze it gently again. "You're here, Mrs. MacTiernen. You're at Vorhees Spa." "It's-It's enormous. I never imagined it would be this...grand." "It's a little pompous, I think." Mr. Hughes said and she looked at him with wide green eyes. "Mr. Hughes, what are you?" "I'm your guide, I suppose. Your guide through Vorhees." He smiled before putting his hand on the knob on his door. Anya grabbed his arm, noting how muscled it was under her grasp, "Mr. Hughes. Who am I going to be-I mean, will I be given to a master immediately, how-?" "You will have many masters here, Anya," It was the first time that he had said her first name, his blue eyes were focused on her, and his mouth smiled as he spoke, "What you will be hard pressed to do here at Vorhees, is to find a man who doesn't want to give you that proper fucking that you need so desperately." Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 03 Anya walked into the front door of Vorhees Spa with her breath caught in her throat. It was less of a door as it was a grand entrance, two doors even, overly large with crystal clear windows on all sides, and an entryway that was the size of the entire first floor of the home she shared with her children. Once inside, she paused to take in the view before her. There was a large center hall, rectangular in shape, with two large marble staircase winding up either side. The floors were dark wood, probably black walnut that was custom installed if she was eying it right. Luke had been a woodworker and had always been bringing in raw lumber of some sort or the other to work with on his off days. There was a plush Persian rug in the center, and curvy, Victorian bits of furniture here and there in the opulent entryway. Mr. Hughes walked in behind her, her jacket and purse in hand as he set her suitcase on the ground. Her eyes went to his face, she had no idea how to proceed from here, but he seemed, of course, to know exactly when a dainty woman with red hair would enter the room, because he was already handing over Anya's things. Anya wanted to follow, but Mr. Hughes began to speak to a black haired woman who entered from the opposite direction, similarly attired as the first, receding woman was, in a black, calf-length A-lined dress and white apron. "Shi, please let me introduce Anya MacTiernen, she is our guest. Please show her to her room so that she might change into something more comfortable." Mr. Hughes spoke and the woman nodded before moving her brown eyes over to her new charge. Anya felt self-conscious as the woman, tall and narrow, with a thin nose and plump, wide lips looked her up and down for a moment before nodding again and walking over to her. "Hello, Ms. MacTiernen. It is a great pleasure to meet you. Please, let me take you to your room to freshen up. You will meet Mr. Hughes on the back patio when we are finished. I am Shi, and I will be at your disposal during your stay, as will Deandra, the woman who took your things, and Mr. Hughes, of course." "Th-thank you, Shi." Anya gave her a soft smile and sending Mr. Hughes a last look before allowing herself to be led up the staircase on the left and farther into the large mansion. His words in the car had been foreboding, and her skin tingled with excitement and fear, worried that she would be unable to handle what these people, if that's what they were, intended to do to her, was she the submissive that Mr. Brinker had assured her that she was? Hard pressed to find a man not willing to give her the proper fucking she desperately needed? The very idea was overwhelming. She'd only been with three men, well, now four, if an incubus counted as a man, which it sure had felt like he did. Now, here she was in a place apparently where she might be expected to have sex with anyone she saw. Her pussy seemed to dance and clap loudly at the idea. That was most definitely not what she had meant when she had told Mr. Brinker that she wanted a proper fuck. "This is your room. Only you and Mr. Hughes will have a key. Deandra and I will wait to be summoned before we enter from now on." Shi said as she pushed open a heavy oak door and they walked into a high ceilinged room with huge bay windows overlooking the back of the property, which would get the evening sun instead of the morning. Anya walked inside and saw Deandra transferring the items in her suitcase to a dresser, hanging the few items that would wrinkle, and finally, disappearing into another room with her bathroom items. The bed in the room was king sized, which she expected, everything about this place seemed huge. The bed itself was actually quite magnificent, a four-poster bed in dark wood to match the floors. There was a billowy white sheer curtain that could be drawn around all sides, and a thick canvas laid over the top of the bed. Whoever was lying on the bed could be fully removed from the light if they so chose, she thought as she walked towards the bed and put a hand on the mattress, it was firmer than it looked, but the blankets were down and quite soft. "The bathroom is through there," Shi indicated the door where Deandra had walked, "There is a sitting room through this door. The key for that room is on your desk. You will be the only one to have that key." Anya nodded, understanding what Shi was insinuating. She would be allowed to be alone while she was here, it seemed. If she was too scared, she apparently was being given a refuge. "Come, Deandra is drawing you a bath. It should be about ready." Shi stepped towards her and Anya frowned, these women were going to bathe her? Shi let a soft smile light her face, "Mrs. MacTiernen-." "Please call me Anya." "Anya, this is our job, please let us be of use to you." Shi gently motioned towards the bathroom and Anya hesitantly went towards the room, "I am told you are a mother of several children?" "Four. I have four children." Anya told the woman. Shi smiled wider, "Then, my dear Anya, you deserve all the pampering that we can give." Inside the bathroom, Anya saw a large oval tub that practically took up an entire wall underneath the very low hanging window, a glass shower on the other side, a sink and a toilet between. Deandra was by the tub, turning off water that had been pouring to fill it. The tub was full and smelled of vanilla and was overflowing with bubbles. She hadn't even realized that Shi was unzipping her slacks until she looked down at feeling them being tugged off. Anya started to help undress herself and felt another moment of self-consciousness as the two women who were apparently here to serve her removed her clothing and guided her over to the bath tub. Stepping into the hot water, she sank down and closed her eyes with a sigh. The tub in her house wasn't very large, and she didn't enjoy taking a bath in it due to her size. She had never wanted her husband to catch her naked in it, so she'd preferred to shower instead. Now, she was fully covered with the bubbles and the hot water lapped above her breasts. Anya jerked for a moment when the quiet woman, Deandra, began to scrub at her skin with a sponge, but she relaxed again at Shi's insistence and eventually let the women do what they intended. A short time later, she was out of the bath, her wet hair toweled enough to stop the water from drenching the silk robe that she had been dressed in and her skin lotioned, not with a scented lotion, but with an oil that smelled mildly of coconut and grass. Deandra had stayed in the bathroom to clean the tub while Shi had walked Anya back into her bedroom. "We must go downstairs and meet Mr. Hughes now." Shi motioned for the door. "I'm not wearing any clothes." Anya said, tugging the robe around her body. "You are suitably attired, Anya." "I have no underwear on." Anya bit her lip as Shi smiled at her. "I should hope not, Anya." Shi's eyes were filled with laughter, "But do not worry, there isn't a woman at Vorhees who has underwear on." Anya watched as Shi lifted her own dress and Anya got a look at pale white skin, skin that was free of hair, much like Anya's had just been made to be. Flushing a light pink, Anya watched as Shi lowered her dress and then walked behind the woman down to the first floor of the mansion. They walked through what looked like a sitting room and a dining area before stepping out onto the back patio. Mr. Hughes stood there on the patio, looking out onto the expansive property. This wasn't the only building, she saw suddenly, and there were a great many beautiful, natural things to gaze at, as well. A lake to their left, more wooded areas, a fountain and landscaped garden. It was all very beautiful and expensive, she thought as she stopped walking a few feet from Mr. Hughes. He turned towards her and she noticed he had a glass of something light purple and thick, like a smoothie of some sort in his hand. When he saw her, he smiled after looking her over again and nodded. Anya raised her hand to take the glass from him that he suddenly extended towards her. "Here, you need to drink that. It's protein, carbs, and vitamins. You'll need them." He told her, and she wondered if Mr. Hughes' whole purpose at this place was to force food into her. It's not as if she needed to eat. "I'm not really-." She stopped and frowned at him as he dismissed Shi and put a hand around hers on the drink. "You need food, drink it." He guided it to her mouth and waited as she took a drink, a larger one than she would have liked before lowering his hand. "You must drink all of it. Here. Now. When we get to where we're going, you need to have digested most of it." "What is it?" The concoction tasted funny. "It's what I said, in a form that is immediately ready for digestion. You will need it, Anya." Mr. Hughes waited as she continued drinking the fluid. Apparently they would stand here until she had finished it, so she drank the bland liquid as quickly as she could. "Where are we going?" "To the lake." "Ok." Anya was confused, "Are we canoing? Kayaking? Fishing?" Her questions made him smile and he put a hand on her elbow to guide her off of the patio and across a path towards the lake. Looking up, Anya realized that it must be about lunch time, the sun was overhead. It was a nice day, in the high seventies with a gentle breeze. It was a good day to be on a lake. When they reached the edge of the lake, Mr. Hughes stopped short of where the grass ended, and a coarse sandy shore popped up along the grassy edges of a moderately sized natural lake. The water looked clear, not misused by man, and she wondered how cold it would be were she to walk into it, and how deep. "Before we proceed, I need to make it clear that anything that you see and do here, you can never divulge to another person." Mr. Hughes spoke with some seriousness while she looked up into his blue eyes. "I don't believe that will be a problem, Mr. Hughes. If it is anything like what Mr. Bricker did to me, I would rather not have anyone know what I've done." Anya told him, and she was speaking honestly. "You will receive no lasting injury here, and any pain you feel will be entirely up to you. As with Mr. Bricker, the...size...of some of our staff are somewhat hefty. You may be bruised accidentally, spanked, but you will be cared for. Again, our aim is not to inflict pain, but to give long lasting pleasure, Anya. You need not worry about being further branded here, either. You will feel immense pleasure, Anya, uncontrollable pleasure, it will be forced on you and from you. You will do what you are told at all times. If something is too much, if you are uncomfortable, you will say 'Parlay' and the event will stop, or adjust based on your needs. Do you understand?" Mr. Hughes blue eyes seemed to darken a bit as he spoke to her and Anya shivered despite the warmth of the sun on her quickly drying brunette hair. "If I refuse an 'event' will I be asked to leave the spa completely?" Anya asked softly, watching one of his dark eyebrows arch a little over one eye. "Are you afraid you will not be able to handle your masters?" His question made her pussy clench and drip, daring her to deny it the pleasure he had promised. "I don't know. I don't know who or what my masters will be. I don't know." Anya shrugged her shoulders gently and looked up at his face, he was still smiling softly at her. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Anya, you were fucked by a sex demon. In the old days, long ago, they would feed and fuck until your essence was completely gone. There would be nothing left. And from what Mr. Brinker said, you gave yourself to him completely and took as much as he was willing to give. Fucking an incubus is dangerous, though immensely pleasurable, but we would never employ one at Vorhees, they're too unpredictable, and we would never take the chance of having a sub harmed." Anya dropped her mouth open a moment, "He could have killed me?" "Not him, Mr. Brinker is not like his kin. You were in no danger with him. But the others, well, they're total fucksticks. Just be happy you're branded already. The masters you will have at Vorhees will fuck you hard, and at length, but they will not endanger your life like an incubus would. Your pussy is a lot safer in our hands." Anya blushed and felt the heat sink straight to her pussy, her juices were flowing just looking at his eyes as he spoke to her. He hadn't moved a muscle and she felt like he was surrounding her somehow, caressing her skin, making it tingle. She shivered again as they looked at each other and then he finally smiled and looked past her and at the water lapping gently behind them. "You should take off your robe and leave it with me." He said and watched her look at him with renewed fear. "My robe?" "Take it off, Anya." He took it from her hands as she shrugged out of it, and moved his eyes over her body. She had a pretty face, but her body had been weathered by four children, a poor diet, a life that had taken it's toll on her. Shi and Deandra had scrubbed her skin smooth, removing most of the hair on her body save her scalp and eyebrows and lashes. He felt his gut tighten a little as she breathed rapidly before him, her heavy breasts rising and lowering against her chest, the nipples tightening. "Your first master lives out there," Mr. Hughes nodded towards the water, "You will have to go to him." Anya looked out to the large lake and bit her lip. She certainly didn't see anyone or anything in the lake. Was the master a mermaid? Some sort of sea creature? How would it fuck her? She shivered as she looked back at Mr. Hughes. "It's not human." "I figured that, Mr. Hughes." "Do you consent? Once you go to him, you will need to allow him to fuck you. Once he catches your scent, he will be guided by his nature and won't care that you're nervous." "But you said there was a safe word." Anya frowned. "With this master, you will need to use it now. I can promise you we start your stay here for a reason. You will enjoy this. Your pussy already seems to know what it wants." He tilted his head to the side and watched the moisture run down her inner thigh. "I will do what you tell me to." Anya shivered, excited and nervous, but she couldn't start her time here instantly refusing a master, she wanted this, her pussy wanted it, badly, her head wanted it to, she wanted someone to fuck her, to fill her, to fuck life back into her. "I want you to turn away from me and walk out into the lake about twenty steps should do it. It won't be too deep there, you will not be harmed." His words did little to soothe her, but she nodded and turned around, moving her feet and counting off twenty steps until she was in the lake, the water was warmer than she figured it should be this far north, but she didn't question it. When she stopped, the water rose to just below her pussy. As the water moved gently over the surface, she felt it almost kiss her mound every once in a while. Turning, she looked back at the man who had come with her. "What do I do now, Mr. Hughes?" She giggled, feeling awkward standing naked in the water like she was. Anyone could see her, and she knew they might not like what they saw. "You are to wait for your master, Anya." Mr. Hughes stood, hands behind his back as he watched the brunette stand nervously in the lake. He knew she wouldn't have to wait long. As soon as the creature beneath got a taste of her scent as it drifted to the bottom, it would reach for her. She needed only to take one more step and he pussy juice would be too enticing to resist. "My master." Anya sighed as she looked around the water lapping up against her body. "For your first proper fuck." He chuckled at the look she gave him, and she inadvertently took that last step farther that made her fold slip into the warm water of the lake and her juices mixed with the clear freshwater in which she stood. "Oh, God." Anya shivered, "Tell me it's not a shark, or an eel. No damned animals, I said!". "His name is Chrysanthulus. He is more plant than animal, Anya. The lake is heated by his body. I'll leave you here and return later, when he's finished." Mr. Hughes nodded at her before stepping farther back from the lake and walking back towards the mansion. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 04 Anya stared after Mr. Hughes' receding back with her mouth dropped open as she felt something surround her other ankle. Something that was solid, slippery and strong. She was unable to move her legs and felt other similar vines of some sort wrap around her upper thighs and squeeze gently, tugging her a little farther into the lake. Two suddenly slipped from beneath the water and she thought that they looked like long, thick leaves of some sort, similar to vines, but tapered at the sides. The two she was watching moved to her arms and she felt them tighten against her wrists, leaving her no room for movement. Two more, different than the first two, drifted up and out of the water, much more like vines, and with light pink petals that were closed at the end. She watched, shaking uncontrollably now, unsure what would happen, as the two newest appendages began to rub up against her large breasts. She felt and saw her nipples tighten into buds, much as they would when she breastfed her children, and she gasped when the vines moved so that the tips of the closed petals met the hard pebbles of her nipples and sucked somehow on them slowly, popping off and then doing it again and again until Anya felt her cunt pulse and she felt more of her juices spray out into the water she was slowly being drawn deeper into. She was now in it up to her belly button. Suddenly, the petals opened, showing six actually surrounded each vine, and inside, was a dark yellow center that was shaped similarly to a Venus fly trap, complete with numerous tiny teeth like appendages. She whimpered as the "mouth" opened up and she saw that it appeared hollow except for several wispy hair like structures within its core. As they both moved closer to her breasts, Anya cried out, terrified of what would happen, unable to get away as the vines that held her arms and legs suddenly stretched her into an "X" pattern, keeping her still. Her eyes were wide as the mouths opened around her nipples and some sort of suction pulled the beaded centers into the tube inside of them. When the outer "teeth" closed, they didn't stop until they had dug in around each of her nipples and Anya gasped loudly, she had expected the teeth, upon puncturing her skin, to sting, but they didn't. Her large tits seemed to hum and welcome the tight pressure of them, not to mention the orgasm that suddenly crashed into her pussy, soaking her canal. Breathless, Anya closed her eyes to get herself under control, moaning as she felt the vines on her breasts suckle hard on her nipples, and she felt sharp spikes of pleasure at what she felt were the tiny hairs pushing into her breasts, using the ducts of her mammary glands to invade her breast, their purpose unclear as Anya tried to fight against the vines holding her, knowing she couldn't get away, but trying to get closer to something, something that would address the ache in her pussy. Surely there was a vine ready to fuck her, and she hoped it would be one of the new vines she felt slide over the silken fold in the cleft of her thighs. Looking down, she saw that the pink petals had closed over her breasts, and she could still feel the deep suck that came rhythmically. Anya realized that with each tightening of suction, the vines around her wrist and ankles and thighs pulsed in unison. She wondered what it would feel like if those vines invaded her pussy, would they pulse together? She began to pant as she thought about it and simply stared when a large vine, much larger than the others were, shot out more quickly from under the water. This one was odd, it wavered in front of her face for quite some time before the tip spread and became more transparent as it moved closer. Looking within the tip, she saw two new vines, each with a mouth like tip that opened and closed as the whole appendage moved in to settle on her face. Anya felt a moment of fear, but could do nothing, and knew no one would come. The transparent part surrounded her face from forehead to ears to under her chin. Quickly, she felt the air start to fade and became dizzy, and then felt one of the internal vines push against her mouth. Knowing she would never stop its advance, she opened and immediately regretted her decision when it slammed into her mouth, thick and slimey, tasting like salt, which was odd considering it was a freshwater lake, and it didn't stop until it was down her throat and pressing open her larynx. Anya felt her who body trying to reject the intrusion, but eventually, it secured its position in her windpipe and the tip spread to press tightly, creating a suction to keep out water, and then suddenly, fresh air was pumped into her lungs and Anya relaxed. She had begun to burn from the lack of oxygen. She closed her eyes a moment, glad now to have the vines invade her throat so she could continue with the water creature, but opened them when the other vine, the smaller one, pushed to get into her mouth as well. As full as she was from the first, she wasn't sure she would fit another, but it somehow pushed itself inside and slowly slid down her throat and maneuvered to get past her epiglottis and down her esophagus. It vibrated and she felt liquid drip from it and knew the moment the muscle between her esophagus and stomach opened because it suddenly shoved in hard and held. Anya closed her eyes, the warmth of the vines within her was comforting, and they seemed to radiate with something that made her nerves center on what was happening in her yet untouched pussy. She knew she would be dripping wet if she wasn't in the water, and every movement of the vines in and on her body was making her delirious with the need to cum and more so, the need to have something inside of her aching, swollen pussy. Fuck, pay attention to me, her pussy clenched and unclenched, needing more and more to be attended to. As if the creature knew her thoughts, she felt the vines vibrate harder and she felt something rub harder against her clit before whatever it was came back and pushed hard against it, before clamping down on it so hard that Anya felt her breath catch in her throat for a minute, so intense was the feeling. When the creature jerked her rapidly below the surface of the water completely, she squeezed her hands into fists as she got her first look at the creature that had a hold of her body. Her eyes widened and she knew she was shaking, not expecting what she saw, not knowing what it would do to her. There were so many more vines, vines that looked so very different from each other swirling in the water and whatever the creature was, she had never seen anything like it. It had vines growing out of the base of it like a plant, but the head was almost like an octopus, with two large eyes and an enormous round skull. It had shorter, sharper looking appendages near it's mouth to eat with, and the rest of it was half hidden in some sort of under water cavern. Her wrists were moved behind her and she was forced to bend them at the elbows so that the creature could bind them tightly to her body. More vines came forward to wrap around her neck and waist, and Anya shook as she saw two vines with phallic shaped tips move towards her lower body, her cunt was throbbing with the hope that it would be filled with either of those vines, or both, Anya didn't care. She wanted it to fuck her more with each moment that passed. Her legs were stretched out farther and her body was moved closer to the head of the beast, her pussy open for its view as the bigger of the phallic tips pushed past the small one clamped to her clit and she was suddenly stretched wide as it thrust hard into her cunt. Her moisture surrounded it, slicked its progress and she closed her eyes again as it pulled out of her all of the way, making her shiver, wanting it back. And then it was, forcefully, like a freight train tearing into her pussy, thrusting hard, harder, not stopping until it was at the back of her, and then, once there, it did it again, and again, filling her, stretching her, pushing against her cervix, which should have been painful, but wasn't, and she wondered if it was able to numb her the way the incubus had. She felt orgasm after orgasm tear through her body, and still it fucked her without slowing. Anya saw the beast shiver suddenly and knew it had cum inside of her, the heat of it burned and then numbed her from within. The large phallic vine jerked quickly out of her, leaving her pussy loose and needy. She watched as the other phallic vine came up and first pushed into her pussy to glide over the cum both she and the creature had created there before pulling out and pushing immediately into her ass, causing her to buck upward. She closed her eyes again, not that she could see what the vine would do, but trying to concentrate on breathing, her body was pulled so tightly, she wasn't sure if she could handle many more mind blowing orgasms. When the vine thrust up over and over, it wasn't with as much force as the pussy vine had used, but it moved higher and higher, and she knew that it had soon reached her sigmoid colon as the incubus had done not a week ago. But this one, this one kept going and she jerked her body as it continued upwards, coating the insides of her colon with its slime as it made its way through her large bowel. The vine in her stomach suddenly twitched and she felt as if a dam had broken within the creature and she felt her stomach fill with a hot liquid, a hot liquid that seemed to drain just as quickly, only to be filled again and again by the vine in her throat. New sensations began to attack her body from within and the vines at her breasts seemed to pick up speed and suction, and she felt something suddenly spray out of her nipples, which only spurred the suction on. Anya looked down and realized her breasts were even larger than before, and her stomach was huge, it looked as if she was pregnant with multiples. But soon, she felt the vine in her ass start to vibrate and she realized that the tip had spread open and lodged in the opening of her ascending colon and it was consuming the "waste" from what she digested of the creature's cum from her mouth, and then feeding it back to the creature. Her breasts were also being emptied as they were filled and she saw other petaled vines start to wave in the water near the ones nursing her. When the base of those vines stretched, full of her milk, they detached, leaving her breasts throbbing and full, and then new ones attached, digging into her skin, and equally greedy for the milk that she was rapidly producing. Anya could barely handle the various emotions she was experiencing, and the sensations were so extreme. Her orgasms seemed to come in waves over her. She was overwhelmingly hot for whatever the creature wanted to do to her, and when it brought up a thin corded vine for her to see, she felt her pulse quicken as the thin reed pulled apart, forking into two thinner, dark pink cords that vibrated and moved apart in a way that let her know what was coming. She saw the fuzzy looking ends sway within the water and her womb seemed to tighten, seeming aware of what she was in for before the vine coiled back together and moved down her body. Anya pushed her tongue hard against the vines within her throat to no avail, terrified of the pain it might cause her for them to invade her, even as they slipped easily, with no resistance, through her weeping stretched pussy. Anya wondered about the kind of sex she would be able to have after this, she felt so stretched open for the creature. When the vine reached the small opening of her cervix, it petted it, causing her uterus to buck and her juices to flow again, and Anya squeezed her eyes shut. She felt it push through her cervix despite the cramping obstacle it became and she felt the vine squeeze in further, and then she could feel the vine separate as it had in the water and her whole body shook, not from pain, but from a hard, jerking orgasm as they smoothed across the tissue inside her uterus to each find and push within one of her Fallopian tubes. The sensation was too much, and Anya felt her breath catch and her muscles tensed and released, her pussy juices mixing with the cum that the creature had left behind earlier. She was completely unaware that those fuzzy tendrils would stimulate her body to release almost fifty eggs, and then those eggs would be caught up in the tendrils and then be pulled from her pussy and implanted in the creature shaking below her in its nest. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 05 When Anya's pussy finally unclenched and she could breathe easier, she realized that she was still within the water, and the creature was still connected to her ass, her mouth, and her breasts, and it was still feeding her, sucking out the proceeds, or collecting it from her colon. Only her pussy remained clear, and she whimpered against the vines in her mouth as she watched the creature, Chrysanthulus, she finally remembered Mr. Hughes calling it, shake within the cavern. It must have realized that her orgasm had stopped because it immediately moved a phallic shaped vine back to her clit to clamp to it tightly. Another larger one thrust inside, beating up within her as her pussy juices moistened its entry, and it pumped in and out in short bursts, bringing tears to her eyes as it beat ruthlessly against her cervix, not stopping as other vines, ones that sparkled and appeared opal in color in the clear water flattened against her body and she felt heat consume her skin and the water seemed to hum around her and her body seemed to go liquid and cum poured from her and into the water in visible pulses, the vine biting her clit yanked and dug in and she bucked as best she could, grinding into the orgasmic wave the creature was creating within her. It felt like ages when suddenly all of the vines pulled from her body, save the ones over her face and in her mouth, they were necessary for her to breathe in the water, and the beast was not done with her, not by a long shot. She was hot for it, and she knew little how incredibly hot it was for her body. Anya found herself floating gently in the water, her body shaking from the sudden loss of all that had filled and covered it, her muscles weak, her limbs limp and her eyes finally looked down at her body more closely. Her skin looked tight and smaller, she was so much smaller. Her breasts were barely a C cup now, and her stomach was flat and firm, her ass a nice curved shape, but a small handful, not the double palmful it had been before. Anya looked down at the creature surprised, she was instantly lusty for the deep water beast and wished she could speak to it and offer her body again, she would let it fuck her every day if she could finally feel about herself on the outside the way she felt on the inside. She watched as the creature vibrated again and the vines that had held her open before returned to their position and she was trapped with her wrists behind her back and her legs were spread wide, wider than was comfortable, and apart so that her ruined pussy was well within the creature's eyesight. It pulled her closer and she felt her pussy grind against the creature's domed skull and shook at the rough slimy texture of him. Then he yanked her back and she saw a large tentacle that was phallic shaped, but had ridges on it like a cork screw around the outside. Widening her eyes, she wondered where the creature would put the appendage, but learned a moment later when it was pushed against her asshole, also weakened from the previous vine, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the vine pushed in its tip and then suddenly began to spin slowly up and up, seemingly seeping some sort of moisture as it went, not stopping until it hit the sigmoid, and then it stopped and pulsed, so thick within her ass it was like putting a screw in her to keep her still. The vines at her arms yanked her back and her breasts pushed out on her chest, the swollen and thoroughly sucked nipples red and throbbing still. New vines appeared and very carefully, softly, her nipples were completely covered and they became numb as whatever it was began to massage and spread slime onto them. Anya watched the creature as its yellow eyes clouded and it raised a long, odd shaped vine at her, the vine spread and the only thing that Anya could think that it looked like were the speculums that her obstetrician had used during her pap smear visits. Anya's eyes widened and she pushed her tongue against the vine in her mouth, dear God, what was it going to do to her? The vine in her ass kept her completely still, which she assumed was it's purpose. Anya watched the newest vine move down to her pussy and she felt it slide inside, it met no resistance, she could now take something much larger, and she didn't understand quite what its purpose was until it hit her cervix. She was a nurse, she knew that this should hurt like fucking crazy, but when it began to chisel into the small opening, something liquid rushed into her and soothed the feeling of its progress and she felt only a rush of desire. Anya could feel her body fight the progress, despite the lack of pain, and her uterus clenched and clenched, but as the liquid melted into her, the fight left, the cramping lessened, and the cervix became soft and the sides of the vine were able to spread it open. Once it was open, Anya looked down to see that a dark purple appendage had appeared beneath her pussy, and the clit vine was removed. It was large, bigger in girth than even the incubus had been, and she felt her body shiver at the thought that it would go inside of her. As she watched it rub against her pussy lips, Anya looked lower on the vines and saw that every foot or so, there was a large round blob of some sort moving up the vine. She tensed her pussy lips around the smallish vine within her as she watched those blobs rise up the large vine that was now teasing at her opening. When it thrust inside, it wasn't interested in stimulating another orgasm, but she orgasmed anyway, it was hot and not as smooth as the others, but not uncomfortable. It shoved up within her until it reached the opening the other vine had made to her cervix and then the tip of it seemed to spread and press her even farther open. Anya choked, knowing suddenly that whatever was within that large vine was going to be seeded in her womb and she tried desperately to fight the hold the creature had on her, but the vine in her ass and the vines at her arms and legs kept her completely still. When the first blob pushed into her pussy, her world spun in a fiery climax and she let her head fall back as she felt the blob shoved into her womb. She felt it bite into the tissue of her uterus and Anya breathed heavily, closing her eyes, knowing it would happen again. She felt her uterus relax and seem to grow as another blob pushed inside, and then another and another. Anya lost count, so many were brought inside her womb, so many had bit into her uterus for a blood supply. She felt nearly drunk from the orgasms that she was continuously sweeped with by the creature. It seemed incredibly pleased with her. Vines rubbed her body and vibrated against her as she took in the eggs, she knew that's what they were. In fact, they were her eggs mixed with the female chromosomes contained within the creature. When the large purple vine pulled from her, the speculum like vine shifted and seemed to somehow pull her cervix nearly closed, but not quite. Anya wondered at that, but was so exhausted, she couldn't think too clearly on it. She wondered how long the creature would keep her, how long it would take for her to birth the baby creatures she could feel piled within her. Fifty had been implanted, but the creature knew it would be lucky if even half of those were birthed. Many would be consumed by their brothers, and others would die shortly after birth. Only a handful, possibly only one would ever reach adulthood. Anya was voided of the large screw vine, as well, and was once again floating freely in the water. She felt the vine in her mouth that had been in her esophagus pull out and she was left with only the air vine. It was slightly less to take in, but her jaw was thankful regardless. It seemed odd for the creature to stop feeding her when she was pregnant, but as the binding vines came up to her upper thighs to move her down towards it's base, she figured it had something more important on it's mind. Looking down, Anya saw the creature shift its head up and more of its strange body came into view. At its base, she could see what looked like a huge rose like flower, and she watched as the purple and blue petals parted to reveal what looked like a type of stamen. Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted to do. The eggs inside her womb needed to be further inseminated, it seemed, and he would be fucking her with this new, large appendage. It wasn't a vine, though, it was probably fourteen or more inches long, with the tip only two inches in diameter that tapered out to a girth close to six or seven inches at its base. But it wasn't smooth, it was bumpy, almost like an ear of corn, and the tip was hollow and already she could see precum leaking from it. Fuck me, fuck me now, I want that in my hot ruined pussy! Anya thought as she stared at the straining creature cock and felt all of the beast begin to heat and vibrate in the water, she could only imagine what the surface of the lake must look like with all of this movement below. The vines at her legs pulled her lower, and she moaned as her pussy met the tip of what she knew would be the best fuck the creature could give her. She squeezed her fingers together as she was pulled down on it, her shins now held deeply within the petals as her pussy was pulled and pushed from above, as far down onto the thick stamen as she could manage. She took more than she should have been able, and she knew her cervix was humming, pierced as it was by the tip, the anther that seemed to reshape and glue itself against her cervix, causing constant bursts of heat and pleasure. Anya lost her senses and bucked her hips and began to ride the ribbed stamen with all of her might, not caring that she was bruising her pussy, stretching it open for the water beast, she could only feel the tight desire, the need to cum over and over with this beast inside of her, and she did, her pussy clenched and drooped and clung to the rod she was planted on and she felt a vine find her asshole, and only came harder as her ass was again plundered. She was fucked, more than properly fucked, and she was so glad that she had opened her mouth to her lawyer, this was the fuck of a lifetime. The creature allowed her to ride him for a time, but eventually needed to take charge and find his own release within her body, thin now, save the bloat of her overfull womb, which he needed to fill even more. It shifted and Anya was pulled so that she was lying on the lake floor against the slimy, mossy bottom, and the stamen, still within her throbbing pussy, was in a position that he could now be the one to fuck her. When he started to move, Anya felt her insides burn and melt and shake and catch fire as the anther pulled her when he pulled out, and then when he shoved in and those many ribs rubbed against her clit and the sensitive mouth of her cunt, Anya had an orgasm that made her collapse. The creature no longer had to hold her down, instead, he focused all his vines on holding her pussy up so that he could drill her with his stamen, fucking her for almost twenty minutes before it swelled within her and his semen filled cum burst into her pussy and shot up into her quaking womb. When he pulled out of her body, Anya felt famished and dry. She floated up, but not all of the way to the surface since he was still down her throat with the air vine. Her hands slowly touched the mound of her belly and she was amazed at how large she seemed to be. As she rubbed the large curve, feeling movement from inside, knowing the beast's babies were already developing, another vine came from below, and lingered around her belly area. Anya worried about it and shivered when it moved in close to her belly button. She tried to move away, but the binding vines returned and she was held in the "X" shape again, the vine, about the size of a water hose, pushed up to touch her belly button. A moment later, Anya felt it's teeth bite into her belly button, and she watched as another part of the same vine slid up the appendage to suction itself to her skin while the inner tube sliced more forcefully into her belly button and released its numbing liquid so she wouldn't feel any pain at all. Despite the analgesic it gave her, she could feel the vine push its way through her dermis and muscle layer before moving around her uterus and burrowing through her intestines to locate her stomach. When it bit its way into that organ, Anya held her breath, she was so thankful for the analgesic, the feel of the vine would have made her pass out otherwise. When it was connected to her stomach, she felt it immediately fill her with sustenance and Anya instantly felt better. Her muscles seemed to relax and she could move her limbs a great deal better when it released her. She didn't try to disconnect from the stomach vine, knowing that she needed the food it gave her, she needed it, and the babies within her needed it. So she floated in the water, her eyes watching the creature who seemed to be tired, as well. Eventually, it pulled her close to it and tucked her within a bed of soft petals to sleep as she grew his babies in her body. Anya was sure it had been days when an actual pain in her womb caused her to wake from her sleep. Looking down at her bruised pussy, she saw a cloud of blood come from within and she shivered, was it already time for her to have this great beast's babies? Looking at the creature she had been sleeping against, she watched as it used the binding vines to move her arms behind her back and her legs were bent tightly at the knees and separated, so that he could see the movements of her pussy and womb. Anya felt movements higher in her body and knew he was removing and repairing the damage he had done to her stomach, and eventually, her belly button as the feeding tube was removed. Once it was out, the creature forced her eyes to look at him for several moments before she was suddenly pushed high in the water, so high that when he stopped, she was being held about four feet above its surface, and the air tube slid out of her, and her face was suddenly uncovered. Anya began to cry at its absence and was thankful for the vines that remained, the six that held her body above the surface, looking down, she could see the yellow penetrating eyes in the deep, looking up at her as her body was hit by its first, hard contraction. "Oh, Jesus, fuck." Anya groaned as the pain hit her fast and she felt her cervix widen. A vine shot out of the water and Anya squealed as it thrust high into her ass. It wasn't large, and the creature seemed to use it to push and coax his babies to move down her pussy. Another contraction hit, the vine vibrated, and she felt a large slimy, shaking form push out of her cunt. "Oh my God." Anya felt tears fall from her eyes, they weren't overly large, but their big heads, like their lake living parent, were large and stretched Anya's pussy wide. Another contraction, another creature baby pushed through her pussy and fell into the water to its father beneath her. Anya's body was wracked with contraction after contraction. In total, thirty-seven lake babies pushed through her pussy, and she was dripping in her own pussy juice, for she had started to cum every time they would pass. Breathing heavily, she looked down at her belly, which was now flat and tight, her whole body was, except, of course, her asshole and pussy. The creature had left them bruised and gaped open from his large phallic vines. She didn't care, she wanted only to fuck this creature for the rest of her life. Yet another new vine came out of the water, and it pushed gently into her pussy and immediately came, spilling some amazingly soothing thick goo into her body before slipping slowly back out, making sure it coated every inch of her pussy with its goo. Then as she shook and whimpered, it pushed into her ass, deep inside where it had torn her muscle to her sigmoid and filled and coated her all the way down with that same goo. Anya could already feel her pussy tighten back up, repairing itself from the damage that the creature had done to her. No, no, I want to fuck you more. Please. Anya thought as the vines moved her towards the shallow part of the lake where she had come from. She whimpered, wanting desperately to return to the beast under the water, but it wouldn't let her. When she was able to stand, albeit on very wobbly legs, a vine came up and sprayed a puff of powder in her face, and Anya coughed and ran a hand over her wet face. Her intense desire was suddenly gone, and she looked down at the receding vines with affection, but she was no longer intent on going back into the water, the creature, Chrysanthulus, could never fuck the same woman twice, so he had to give her a mild sedative that worked to destroy her sexual connection to him. Anya looked around her slowly while she smoothed her hands down over her now palpable hip bones and spotted Mr. Hughes coming towards her. He was still wearing the same suit he'd been wearing when she went in the water, which confused her. Did he just have a closet full of the same clothes? It had been days since she'd entered the water. "Anya. I see Chrysanthulus found you quite pleasing." Mr. Hughes smiled, he had known this woman would be gorgeous once her weight was off and her muscles and skin tightened. It's why they had started with the water beast. "Mr. Bricker was right, I did get a proper fucking, Mr. Hughes. I just didn't realize that it would be below water, or take the entirety of my stay here. I'm not over my allotted time here, am I?" Anya saw confusion on his face for a second, then his blue eyes glittered and he smiled and chuckled at her. "My dear, you went in the water at noon, it is now six at night. On the same day that you arrived." Mr. Hughes held out what looked like a much smaller robe for her, which meant he knew that the creature would change her. "Six hours? I was only in the water for six hours?" Anya gasped as she pulled the gown around her body, suddenly remembering how shaky and tired she was. "Yes, but they were an intense six hours, were they not? I will take you inside and you shall eat, and then I will put you to bed for the night." His eyes looked at her with mischief in their depths as he grabbed her elbow gently and took her back towards the house. "Will you be in bed with me tonight, Mr. Hughes?" Anya had no idea what made her ask such a forward question, but he seemed amused by it and looked down at her ass as it rubbed the back of her robe as she walked. "We require a night of rest after an afternoon with Chrysanthulus. You will sleep alone." He felt her disappointment in the way her shoulders slumped a little and felt his own body heat up a bit. "I suppose I am tired." Anya said softly as they stepped into the house that was now lit with candles as dusk neared. "I believe you'll be exhausted by the time you get to bed, Anya." He whispered in her ear as he walked with her to the dining room. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 06 Anya thought that the dining room would be empty, but she should have known better. This was a spa, and she was certainly not the only client that they would have within its massive walls. They could have half of Brooklyn in just the mansion alone and she wouldn't be able to find them in a game of hide and seek. But what a fun, kinky game that would be. The long table would fit about 30 people, but there were only about twelve women and men sitting there. All were wearing robes just as she was wearing. Mr. Hughes stopped her from joining them, however, and she watched him pull something out of his back pocket and her eyes widened as she felt it being secured around her neck. "You're a submissive, Anya. Submissive girls like you don't sit at a table with a plate full of food." "You said I would have no other master tonight, Mr. Hughes." Anya whispered back at him. "That doesn't mean you get to play the part of the dominant." Mr. Hughes put his hand more firmly under her elbow and led her out of the main dining room and into a smaller, simpler decorated room to the side. In this room, there were several men and women as well, all naked, and she shivered as she felt Mr. Hughes take her robe off of her shoulders, and they all wore collars like the one she figured was now around her neck. Their collars, however, were connected close to the floor, and they sat on their shins, their hands locked to leather shackles connected to the ground. Anya shivered and her pussy twitched anew as Mr. Hughes led her to a free space between a man and a woman and moved her down to sit as they were. He wasted no time in locking her collar to the bolt on the ground, and she didn't stop him as he secured her wrists into the shackles. Her arms were not too far apart, but there was so little movement side to side in the collar that Anya would have been unable to free her hands with her mouth. She felt movement beside her and realized that Mr. Hughes was putting a plate of fruit and vegetables and fish under her face. She was apparently to eat with her teeth. Biting her lips, she breathed slowly, her body shivering from this new experience. She was in a room full of submissives and she had a feeling the Mr. Hughes had gone, she'd heard his footsteps take him from the room. Anya was hungry, the creature had taken a lot out of her, literally, and she lowered her face and picked up a piece of meat with her teeth and chewed. The fish was hot and well flavored, and she quickly set about eating everything that had been placed on her plate. Granted, it wasn't a large amount of food, and when it was gone, female hands reached down and took the plate away and placed a bowl of wine, red, she realized, in front of her. Anya leaned down and tried to drink from it without getting it all over her chin, but wasn't completely successful. When Mr. Hughes returned, Anya tried not to let her pussy clench. From the way she was seated, if she sprayed out an orgasm right here, he would see it and know that she was still very attracted to him. He quietly unhooked her from the floor and pulled her to her feet, wiping her chin with a white handkerchief before taking hold of her elbow again and leading her out of the room. "Eat enough?" He asked, his voice dark as he led her up the staircase to her bedroom. "Yes, Mr. Hughes." Anya would have nodded, but he was holding her pretty tightly by the collar. "You won't always wear a collar, Anya, but you will when you are in the main house and not being fucked. It lets others know that you are what you are, and that you already have a master here." "I have a master in the house?" Anya felt her pussy grow hot thinking of the man before her. He grinned, "I am your house master, yes, but not everywhere on the grounds. I am the master of your experiences here." "So you're not going to be that kind of master to me, the proper fucking kind?" Anya knew she sounded disappointed, but she couldn't help it, she had an enormous urge to have this man's cock in her pussy, mouth, or ass, she didn't care which, and honestly hoped for all three. "Go inside." He was standing with her outside of her bedroom and chuckled when she walked inside, her skin shaded pink and her pussy musk filled the air as she walked past him, he was getting her good and frustrated. "You are putting me to bed?" Anya asked, ignoring Shi and Deandra who were standing near the bathroom door. "Yes, as soon as you are bathed. Go." He ordered her, and Anya went. Thirty minutes later, her skin was cleaned and lotioned, this time with a vanilla scent, and her hair was washed and dried. It was well past her shoulders, somehow, and hung below her breasts. Anya had paid attention to her body as it was getting washed by the two women with her. There were no teeth marks, no hint that they had been bitten ferociously. Her belly button had no scar, her stomach was blessedly free of the stretch marks that she'd gotten when she was pregnant with her human children. Rubbing a hand against her pussy, she could feel the moisture there, and knew that the other two women probably saw her do it, but didn't care. This was a sex spa. They probably expected her to finger her own cunt from time to time. When she was dry and had brushed her teeth and used the toilet, Anya finally made her way back into the bedroom, Shi and Deandra before her. She watched as they walked straight out of the room and the door was shut, leaving her and Mr. Hughes alone inside. His blue eyes were staring at her fiercely and Anya licked her lower lip. She had worn nothing when walking into her bedroom. From the look on his face, she was playing with fire, but her pussy was sopping wet, drops were already making their way down her thighs. Mr. Hughes was hot, and she wanted to fuck. Submissive, my ass, she thought as she approached him slowly. "Get on the bed, Anya, on your stomach." He ignored her undressed state and walked towards the side table of the bed, near the window. Anya was suddenly aware that her bed had been turned down, and that the table was lined with all sorts of contraptions that worried her, she wasn't used to sex toys and a few looked rather foreboding. But she did as he said, and she laid down in the middle of the large bed on her stomach, with her hands propping most of her front up so she could watch him. "Lay flat with your tits on the mattress, Anya. Hands down by your hips, palms up. Don't move." Anya did as he asked her to do, clenching her pussy as it throbbed to cum. When she felt the leather belt slap hard against her ass, she cried out in shock and jerked, almost sitting up when she remembered what he had said about not moving. Laying down, she tried to relax to calm the sting on her ass. Her pussy throbbed all the more and she tried to ignore that, too. "Don't move a muscle, I should have been more clear. But if I punish you, you are to take it and not move. Say 'yes, master' to me, Anya." She could see Mr. Hughes moving around, but his back was to her now. "Yes, master." Anya whimpered, the ache in her pussy growing unbearable as she watched the man get ready whatever it was he had planned for her. "I thought maybe we'd start out a little easy tonight, but I can already tell you won't learn anything by my being easy on you. Will you, Anya?" Mr. Hughes turned around and she saw a cloth gag in his hands. "N-no, master." Anya shivered as he laid that back in his box of toys. "I want you to do only as I say, Anya. I'm going to get you ready for bed." Mr Hughes moved the box of things that he had sorted onto the bed before getting on top of it himself. Anya stayed where she was, refusing to let herself look behind her as the man in her room stood up on her bed and she heard gears of some sort shift around above him. "This bed is solid oak, you will not break it, Anya, even if you fight me. You will not get away." Mr. Hughes' deep voice made her shiver and she felt his hand lower and run over her ass. "Yes, master." Anya agreed, she had no intention of trying to get away. "Part your legs, Anya." He ordered gently and Anya immediately did as he asked, spreading them wide so he could see the way her pussy was dripping wet for him. "This will be cold for just a moment, Anya. Stay still." Mr. Hughes said and then she felt something metal slide against her asshole, and then slowly, he pushed a lubed anal hook up inside of her ass. Anya whimpered, her ass was no longer loose like it had been during the time with the water creature, or before, it was tight, and even with the lube, Mr. Hughes had to work to get the 1.5 inch ball in her ass. When it went inside, Anya moaned in instant pleasure, which made the leather belt slam down on her ass cheek again. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and let herself focus on the sensation of having something in her ass, even if it wasn't the man's cock. Dear God, she wanted his cock so bad, her pussy pulsed just thinking about it, and she knew he could smell her sex, hear her breathing, and he could definitely see the puddle she was slowly making between her legs. "I'm putting your collar back on." He told her and soon the leather strap was placed back around her neck and locked into place. Locked! She hadn't realized that he'd had to use a key before, or was this a different one? Who knew? She was excited to know what he would do next. "Stay still, I have to tie this right or once I turn you over, it will choke you." She felt Mr. Hughes behind her, and knew he was working with the hook in her ass, every once in a while he would pull tightly on the hook, forcing the ball to rub against her insides. Then she felt a rope brush up her back as he tied the ass hook to the collar around her neck. Anya knew if she tilted her head forward a bit, the hook in her ass would move and it would make her pussy shake in delight, but she didn't move, he would spank her again if she did. "I'm going to roll you onto your back, Anya." He told her just before he did it, and she had to work to stifle the moan of pleasure she wanted to give at the feel of his hands on her naked body, and the ball in her ass, oh, that ball was doing amazing things to her pussy and it was in her ass! "Put your wrists together, Anya." He locked blue eyes with her green eyes and she could see that his whole demeanor had changed from before. His eyes were cold and hard now, his body focused on being her master. The laughing eyes and crooked smiles were gone. Damn it, she whimpered again, and this time, he used the belt on her breast, though lighter than he has used it on her ass, but the result was the same. "Stay still." He ordered and used a rope made of satin to bind her wrists together in front of her. "Yes, master." Anya breathed out, loving the feel of his hands against her skin as he tied her wrists. Then he moved his hands to her knees and spread her knees apart on either side of him. Oh, how her pussy twitched, and she couldn't contain the orgasm that grabbed her, knowing by his frown, he wasn't pleased with her soaking herself with cum already. "You are not being a good girl, Anya. Must I punish you again?" He sighed and Anya whimpered. "No, master. I will behave." Anya watched as he pulled a small rectangular box out of his bigger box and then opened that to reveal two silver balls, each about 2 inches in diameter. She watched as he took the first ball and moved it to the opening of her wet pussy. Anya stifled her shout of ecstasy as he shoved the ball in and past the bump that was made by the ball in her ass. When he took the other ball and did the same, her panting was so loud she thought Mr. Hughes would surely spank her again. Both balls up high in her pussy felt amazing and if she could only wiggle a little, she was sure to send herself off in the most blissful of orgasms again, but she knew he would use the belt on her breasts, and she didn't want that. He then pulled what looked like a short oval toothbrush holder out of the box as well as a roll of medical tape. When he put the smooth plastic device over her clit, and then taped it down tightly against it, Anya waited to feel something, but didn't. She figured that this was one of those "magic bullet" things that she heard about from some friends, but wasn't sure, she had never seen one. How did she turn it on? Would it rocket her into a full orgasm? She wasn't to learn it immediately, apparently, for Mr. Hughes had put his hands on her knees and moved her legs back together, which made the three balls inside of her feel all the more intense. Mr. Hughes took another satin rope and tied her legs together at the knees and then, using the same long stretch of rope, he tied her ankles together. Anya's eyes widened when, with the remainder of the long strip of rope he had, he tied her legs up to a bracket that was hooked to a chain that disappeared out of a hole in the top of the canvas bed covering. She had most certainly not seen a chain hanging over her bed when she had been brought up earlier. Now, she lay on her back with her ass ever so slightly in the air as Mr. Hughes grabbed her bound wrists and tied the remaining rope on that one to the knot of ropes at her knees. It made her head rise off the mattress a bit, but Mr. Hughes was moving a pillow beneath her neck, and then he stood on the bed again and adjusted the rope a tad more so that he could get her ass a little higher in the air. "Are you comfortable, Anya?" Mr. Hughes asked as he pulled a black satin eye mask out of the box before putting it back onto the side table. "Yes, master." She was, but she would not have told him of she wasn't. Her neck and ass were stretched in a way that the ball in her ass was causing her a great deal of delight, and she was already using the slightest movements of her cunt muscles to make the balls there rub against her. She was very very comfortable. "Good." Mr. Hughes said softly before putting the mask over her eyes so that she was instantly in darkness. "I am leaving now, Anya, and when I see you in the morning, every ball inside your pussy better still be there, or there will be a punishment." He said and she felt him run a hand over her breasts softly, barely touching them. "If you should put yourself in a dangerous position, Shi will see it. She and Deandra have a camera watching you. You will not be harmed." Mr. Hughes said, Anya could tell he was moving away from the bed and toward the door to her room. "Goodnight, Anya. Sleep well." His deep hoarse voice called from the doorway before it was closed behind him and Anya shivered, knowing that she would have a hard time sleeping at all trussed up the way she was with her ass full and her pussy bursting. Finally she shifted her hips and moaned loudly at the way the balls played off of one another, and felt herself grow wet, more than ready to orgasm again. He had left her a way to find her own pleasure with these balls, especially since she couldn't touch herself, her hands were tied. But what was the thing he had taped to her clit? Why hadn't he turned it on? She whimpered again and shifted to make the balls move inside of her. She brought herself to three orgasms before she was breathless and unable to move again. The balls were still inside, the ones in her cunt not able to push past the one in her ass so easily. Anya thought she would rest a bit before playing more. Being tied up was new to her, and overwhelming, but amazing. She let her breathing even out and had her body mostly calm when she was on the verge of sleep a short time later. When the forceful buzz of the vibrator against her clit turned on, it rocked Anya hard and she cried out, almost pushing a ball out of her pussy from the force of the unexpected orgasm that followed. She was immediately panting and shouting for Mr. Hughes to stop, to stop torturing her pussy and to come and fuck her. But he ignored her, he wasn't even listening, and her pussy throbbed as the vibrator continued, bringing her to the edge of yet another orgasm before it suddenly shut off and she was left whimpering in need. This occurred seven more times during the night and Anya found no rhyme or reason to when the vibrator would turn on, and when it would shut off. At one point, exhaustion took a firm hold of her and thankfully, the vibrator stayed off long enough for her to finally get some rest. Anya fell asleep wondering what tomorrow would bring. She hoped it would bring Mr. Hughes to her room. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 07 Anya felt the bed dip slightly as someone stepped onto it and she slowly opened her eyes, yawning as she let them focus on the darkly clad man that was working on the rope connected to the ceiling above her. She thought at first Mr. Hughes was meaning to lower her body back down, but instead, he tugged her legs higher, so that only her should blades and the back of her skull rested on the mattress. The movement caused the hook in her ass to tug a little more and she gasped, her pussy flexing and the balls she had kept inside shifting, making her grow more slick with each movement. "You kept the balls in, good girl, Anya. I won't have to punish you for that." His deep voice rumbled over her sensitive body and Anya felt herself shiver against him as he moved to his knees, her stretched legs hiding a lot of him from her eyes. "But you got your sheets all dirty. You came all over them, you hungry cunt." He muttered, his beautiful blue eyes lowering to take in the moist pink pussy that he could see peeking out between her legs. "I'm sorry, master. I couldn't help it." Anya huffed when he slowly slid a finger over her tight cunt lips, her pussy ached for him to push it in, she'd happily let him finger fuck her if that's all he would give, but his hand moved to one of her thighs and he gripped it hard, holding her in place. "This morning, you will learn some discipline. I will show you how to stand, how to be patient, and how to do as your master tells you." His words caused a new ache to burn inside of her and she knew her hands were shaking as he slid his other hand down the opposite thigh to rest on her ass cheek. She was still amazed at the changes to her body. She knew she was easily eighty pounds lighter today than she had been yesterday, if not more. Medically, that great of a weight loss that quickly should have killed her from the fluid imbalance alone, but her body seemed to be reacting just fine. Anya hoped it lasted, and she hoped that Mr. Hughes would show her a great many things this morning, especially with his cock, oh, how she wanted his cock to come out to play. "Yes, master." "But I must punish you first for making more work for Deandra and Shi." He whispered, his head had moved forward and his right cheek, prickly, he had yet to shave since they'd met, rested against the side of her calve for a moment as he spoke huskily to her. "Yes, master." Anya nodded, please for the love of Pete, her pussy somersaulted, let him punish her with a huge monster cock in her holes. "You submit to my punishment?" He asked, his eyes locking on and holding her green gaze and Anya nodded without hesitation. "Yes, master." She whimpered and felt him shift back to sit on the heels of his feet. Without waiting further, his hand came down hard on her ass cheek and Anya cried out, loving the delicious sting of it, immediately wanting another, but he didn't give it at first. Instead, he rubbed her hard where he had spanked her, numbing any sting, making her pussy beat like a drum, and then his hand moved away and came back down, making her buck her hips again. Like before, he massaged her ass before another spanking. Anya kept her mouth closed but couldn't help the excited moans that tore up her throat as his hand caused the hook to press in, and the balls filling her to slide against her tight holes. She knew she was close to coming but worked desperately to hold it at bay, she didn't want him to have to punish her for that as well, at least not yet. Fifteen spankings to each ass cheek were administered before Mr. Hughes finally shifted back and his hand reached under her to unhook the rope from her collar connected to the ass hook, and she whimpered as her moved it around inside of her for another moment before pulling it out, and her lower body shook with the sensation doing so caused. Desire rocketed up her pussy and she wished she could spread her legs and show him just how much she wanted to cum for him, but knew he wouldn't let her free until he was ready. "Push the balls out of your pussy, Anya." He said, his face hidden behind her closed thighs and Anya gasped. "I'm not sure that I can, master." "Do you want me to leave you here all day?" His words made her pussy twitch in protest. "No, master." "Then clench that wet pussy muscle and give me my balls back." His words were almost menacing and Anya closed her eyes and clenched her pelvic muscles hard, knowing that one of the balls slipped from her pussy lips and into his waiting hand when her cunt locked down and squirted more moisture onto her outer fold as an orgasm hit her. "You've got to learn control, Anya, your orgasms don't belong to you here. They belong to your masters." He told her as he set the first ball aside, "I said balls, you sopping wet cunt, I want both of them." Anya breathed heavily, her position was making it difficult to push the last ball out, it wanted to rest high up against her insides. But she knew leaving the ball in wasn't an option, so she wriggled against the hold he had on her thighs and pushed hard with her pelvic muscles until she felt the ball start to slide towards her opening. By the time it slid into his hands, she was panting, too overwhelmed even to cum on his fingers as he took the shiny metallic ball in hand and laid it beside the first one on the sheets. "Would you like some breakfast, Anya?" He asked as he stood on the bed, the tips of his fingers on one hand were slowly rubbing against the edge of her fold, and she was getting close to coming again. "Yes, master." Please let breakfast be a hard fast fuck, please, oh please, her pussy whimpered. Her mouth open and she moaned loudly when, without preamble, his fingers, all of them save his thumb on his right hand pushed into her pussy until his third knuckle slammed against her pussy lips. Her whole body tightened and arched into him, her pussy clenched against him and held, her breath came in little pants and she wanted more, she needed him to do more. "Your pussy is very tight, Anya. We will always make sure it stays tight for your masters." Mr. Hughes pushed harder and she groaned as the knuckles ground through her muscle and half his hand disappeared into said tight pussy. She orgasmed suddenly and bucked against his hand, only to have him suddenly remove it. "You have so much to learn today, Anya. I didn't tell you to cum." He muttered before reaching up and tugging the rope free of the ceiling clip and her body fell back back down on the bed. Anya felt tears of disappointment fill her eyes as she watched him frown down at her while he undid the ties at her ankles, and then her knees were separated. He was finally able to access the vibrator that was taped to her clit and he carefully removed it and set it aside. "I'm sorry, master. I will do better." Anya watched him cock an eyebrow up at her before untying her wrists and pulling her out of the bed. He held her with a hand on the back of her neck and walked with her towards the bathroom. Once inside, he put her on the toilet before walking back out of the room. Anya sighed, closing her eyes as she let her body do what it needed to before wiping and washing her hands. She took a moment to run her brush quickly through her long hair and clean her teeth before walking back out to her bedroom. Mr. Hughes was still in the room, and he had another one of those smoothies he had forced her to drink yesterday. Deandra was setting a tray of fruit and cold meat on a side table. "Your body will no longer use energy like a normal human, it is more efficient now. In order to keep your weight up, you will need to consume more calories a day." He explained as he approached her, setting the drink on the dresser before she could take it from him. "How many, master?" "About 4500." Anya gasped at his answer, that was more than twice the 'average' and even as heavy as she had been, she had never eaten that much in a day before. "The shakes are easily a thousand calories each, and quite nutritive. When you leave here, you will receive these supplements in the mail monthly to make on your own. You will get used to them, Anya. It is important." He told her and watched as she nodded. "Yes, master." "I have four stances to show you before you will be allowed to eat. You must submit to these four stances whenever I tell you to, is that understood?" His eyes sought out hers and she nodded. "Yes, master." "The first," He moved around behind her and took one of her wrists in each hand before moving them behind her and forcing them to clasp together against her ass crack, "is called 'attention.' Keep your feet together, and tilt your neck forward. You are never to look at your master unless he tells you to, your eyes should be on the floor." "Yes, master." She whispered heatedly as he moved in close behind her, his mouth against her ear. "This is how you worship your master, Anya. Whenever I tell you attention, or even if you should see me walk into a room that you are in, you will assume this pose from now on. Can you do that, you horny little cunt?" His words rolled over her body and she wanted to sink back against him but stayed exactly where she was. "Yes, master." Anya nodded, keeping her head lowered as he had requested. Mr. Hughes moved back to the front of her, pleased that the small woman now stood exactly as instructed. He picked up the shake and brought it to her. "Stay in pose, Anya, I will feed you." Anya nodded and only lifted her head when his hand went under her chin and the glass was brought to her lips. They quietly stood together in the room with him feeding her the shake while Shi came inside and stripped her bed of the toys, sheets, and blankets that had been left on them in a tumble of cloth and metal. They stayed there until the shake was completely gone, and Mr. Hughes set it on the table with the tray. He walked back over to her with a banana in his hand, but she didn't see it at first because her neck was tilted forward again and her eyes were on the floor. "You will get three shakes a day, and the other calories will come from regular food." He said as he set the unopened banana on the dresser. "The next pose I will show you, I will call 'kiss the floor.' I will say to you, 'Anya, kiss the floor,' and you will assume this pose immediately." He whispered the command to her as he put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her body down as he squatted at her side. Anya felt him move her to rest on her shins, her thighs not touching her calves and her ass remained in the air at about a thirty degree angle. He pushed her torso gently forward so that her nipples fluttered over the front of her legs and her face was slowly moved to the wood floor beneath her. She expected him to put her lips to the ground, but he made sure her forehead rested against it. The pose was not uncomfortable, and she knew it was one that she could hold for a while. Mr. Hughes took her hands and put them palm down on either side of her closed knees. "Stay." He said darkly as he rose and walked away from her. Anya stayed, her body only slightly shaking as she wondered what he would do to her now. When the muscled bulk of man returned to her side, she felt him kneel again, and tensed when she felt something warm and gooey pour onto her asshole. "You're very tight, Anya. You have an appointment this afternoon and we are going to have to open you up a bit. Do not move." He ran a hand down her spine and she felt her pussy rock into attention. "Yes master." "Open your mouth, Anya." The words confused her, but she did as he asked, and she eventually felt him move his fingers down to her open mouth and she was fed a bit of banana. "Do you want more, Anya?" "Yes, master." Anya immediately replied, she wanted a lot more, but he had just been talking about her ass, why was he feeding her again. "Do not move and do not come, and I will give you more." He said as he put one hand on her ass and she felt the tip of something hard and rubbery press against her asshole. "Yes, master." She whimpered but remained still and clamped down on her pussy while he slowly pushed the tapered end of an ass plug inside of her. He felt her body shake, knew she couldn't control the small movements, and delighted in the site of her asshole sliding slowly wider as he continued pushing the plug higher. It was about ten inches long, but she wouldn't know that until it was crammed all the way inside, and the thickest part would be four inches in diameter. Pouring more of the thick fluid on her, he watched her asshole quiver a moment before the muscle relaxed a little more and he was able to push another few inches up inside. She'd taken seven inches in diameter with the incubus's huge cock, and Chrysanthulus was just as big. Four inches he could easily make her handle now. "Open your mouth." He paused, halfway in now, and reached down to push a larger piece of banana into her mouth. "When I push in all they way, there is a slightly smaller peg to close your asshole around, so you won't feel so open, but it will still be wide. You can come, Anya, when you feel it snap around the peg, but not before. Do you understand?" He said quietly as he fed her another piece of the banana. He watched her nod slightly and moved his eyes back to the plug. More goo, and then he pushed harder, watching as her ass spread apart to allow the widening fuckstick to push up into her body, and when he was at the widest part, he heard her whimper, and held it there for so long he was sure she would cum, but she was clamping hard on her pussy and he smiled, she would be quite trainable, the incubus had assured them of that. Putting the palm of his hand on the base of the plug, he put his other hand on the small of her back, and then pushed forward heavily, watching as the lip of her asshole smoothed over the last bit of width and snapped quickly down to the three inches of the peg. Anya moaned, her climax pooling down from her juicy dripping pussy, and he looked with a frown down at the wet wood floor. "Does it feel good to have your ass full again, Anya?" "Yes, master." Anya was actually overjoyed at the heavy sensation. The tool he had put in her was huge, and it made her whole body rumble inside, and her passion focused to a point where it rubbed against her rectum. "You made a mess down here, Anya. I want you to turn around and assume the same position, but I want you to lick up your cum." He watched as she immediately, but slowly, did as he bid her to do. Her body would need time to adjust to the large plug that he had no intention of removing from her anytime soon. Mr. Hughes stood straight and walked away as she licked up the fluid that she had sprayed on the floor below her. Anya finished licking up the cum from the floor and waited anxiously for Mr. Hughes to return. When he didn't, she rested her forehead on the floor and remained in the position he had told her to stay in. Almost five minutes passed before she heard him move towards her again. "The next position you are to learn is 'come fuck me.' Being that you're a submissive little cunt, I would never actually ask you to come and fuck me, so you will know that when I say it, I mean get into this position." Mr. Hughes' deep voice sounded behind her. "Yes, master." "Stand up and lay on your stomach on the bed. Keep you eyes down as you go." He ordered her and watched as she slowly rose to a standing position before walking gingerly to the bed, her ass was overstuffed and each movement made her ache and moisture pooled in her pussy. "Part your knees, yes, that's good." Mr Hughes smiled as he watched her laying on the freshly made bed on her stomach and then scissored her legs apart as he had asked. "Now bend your legs back, grab the top of each foot with your hands. Yes, that's it. Bend yourself so your ass is in the air a little more and you'll be able to hold the position." He moved to the side of the bed and gazed at the tantalizing view of her pussy and ass that he was being given. "If you come when you're not supposed to, I will tie you into this position in the dining room and everyone will be able to see your needy little bad cunt." He explained to her as he climbed onto the bed to sit behind her. "You don't want all those men and women to look at you being punished, do you?" Anya shivered as his hand ran slowly down her back. "No, master." "Kiss the floor, Anya." He quietly ordered and was pleased to see her immediately shift her position, a little more easily now as her body became a little more used to the plug in her ass. When her face was against the cloth of the bedspread, Anya whimpered as she felt him grip the sides of the plug in her ass, not to pull it out, but to twist it within her, threatening to make her pussy cover his pressed black trousers with gallons of her cum. "Come fuck me." Yes, please, thought Anya, whose thoughts were significantly more focused to the cock he refused to show her, but she moved her legs and arms into the more exposed position. Why oh why wouldn't he just fuck her, he could easily stretch her open if he would just fuck her? "Good. Your cunt is behaving now. It will be rewarded shortly." Anya felt giddy when he said that and waited for him to say more. "The last position I will teach you today is called 'pnp.' When I say that, you will move onto your shins like this," He lifted and turned her to face him, pushing her thighs down to rest on her calves, and spreading her knees apart to expose her smooth pussy to his eyes, " Now raise your arms and spread them wider, yes, drop your neck back and let your shoulder blades rest against the mattress. Anya did as he said and found the position to be more stressful, her skin felt stretched and her pussy was fully at his mercy. Her breasts were perked up on her chest, the nipples of both beaded and she knew her skin was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. "Stay." He ordered as he reached to his side and brought himself slightly up and over her body. Oh, her pussy cheered, please give me that cock, I need that fucking cock right now. He moved his hands up her sides and then to her breasts and she felt something small and metallic rub over her nipples. She couldn't see what he was doing though with the way her head was tilted and shivered, knowing he was going to use whatever she felt on her breasts. "These are called rings of fire, Anya. Hold the pose, if you don't, you will be punished." Mr. Hughes put the metal ring around her budded nipple, and then slowly turned the first screw until it pressed in against the nipple, then he turned the remaining three until he heard her whimpering, knowing he was pinching her hard, but not so hard as to cause pain, but probably a little harder than she would have applied the ring herself. Without saying anything, he moved to her other nipple and placed a ring around that, quickly turning the screws into place as she shook gently below him. "Stay still, Anya. I will let you come, but not yet." He told her as he moved off from her body and she felt him adjusting things outside of her view, please let his pants be coming down. Mr. Hughes laid a thick towel between her legs and looked with knowing eyes at her pussy. She was moist, little beads of her juice were dripping slowly from her cunt. "You have a beautiful pink little pussy, Anya." "Thank you, master." "Your clit is swollen, you know, do you think I ought to do something to please it?" Her body burned hot suddenly and she gulped in air, yes, yes, yes. "Please, master. Please my swollen clit, master." Anya whimpered and felt his fingers separate the fold of her labia, bringing the swollen clit into view. She felt him move his other hand and suddenly, her clit was clamped tightly and her pussy shook with an orgasm that she barely was able to contain. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 07 When Mr. Hughes moved his hand away, she felt a weight drop down and roll against her frustrated pussy and her clit was tugged on every time it rolled. Oh, Jesus, Anya panted, please let her cum soon. His blue eyes were watching her and Anya didn't see him pick up the ball gag, and only was able to whimper when he moved up the bed and pushed it into place before securing it behind her neck. "Your ass isn't the only thing that needs to be stretched today, Anya. Your pussy needs it, too. When I fuck you with this, you are not to come until I pull it all the way out, do you understand?" Mr. Hughes rubbed at the opening of her pussy with something large, but she knew it wasn't his cock, and she whimpered. She nodded her head, the gag in her mouth keeping her from responding with her voice. "Do you submit to me fucking you, Anya?" Oh dear God, yes, please, her nod was heavier. Anya cried out hard when he shoved what was a massive black cock into her pussy. It was easily over eight inches inside with more to go, and wide, stretching her, the feeling intensified because of the plug he held with his free hand high in her ass. "Do you like that, my little cunt?" He whispered from out of her eyesight, she was still arched back into position. Anya groaned, her eyes were closed tightly and she was clenching tightly to the massive rod as he pulled back on it slowly, leaving just the heavy head inside before thrusting it forward again. He always referred to her as his cunt or pussy, he never called her other vulgar names, or referred to her as his 'bitch' which pleased Anya. She didn't feel humiliated by his talk of her pussy, hell, her pussy had turned into a driven mad beast, but if he'd called her other names, she would have felt more humiliated, she was sure. The cock pulled out and surged deep inside, filling her completely, and she felt her breath catch in her throat as her pussy clenched and shook around the large dildo. "Stay." He barked the order suddenly and Anya felt her pussy lift high in the air when he suddenly began to beat into her rapidly, grinding the cock in as far as she could take it before pulling back and then fucking her harder and harder, over and over until he suddenly pulled completely free and Anya screamed against the ball gag, letting her orgasm climb and quake and her pussy juices flowed out of her dripping happy cunt onto the towel he had placed atop the bedspread. Mr. Hughes watched her body's reaction to being fucked, and his blue eyes sparkled as he saw her breasts heave and her head jerk to the side as she fought to remain positioned as she was. He would need to tie her down in the future. They would spend every morning training her this way, preparing her as a submissive. Without a word, he took another, larger dildo from atop the bed and shoved it hard up into her pussy, aroused by the sound she made at the sudden invasion into her sheath. It was an inch and a half larger in diameter and he had to work harder to keep it up inside and keep the ass plug secure in her other hole. "Steady, Anya, I've got thirty more minutes before Shi will return to wash your pussy juice from your body. That'll be plenty of time for me to get more orgasms from your sweet cunt." His hoarse words joined with the slide of the massive cock in her pussy only made Anya tremble more and she closed her eyes, allowing him complete control as he rocked it repeatedly within her body. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her, he was her master, and her pussy was wet and panting to do whatever he made her do. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 08 "Attention, Anya." The deep male voice sounded from the doorway of her bedroom and the girl inside tensed and moved quickly into the standing position. Her head tilted towards the ground. After Mr. Hughes had pulled another rough and forceful orgasm from her, he had removed both the cock and the ass plug from her holes and then slowly removed the clamps on her clit and nipples. He left the collar on, of course, as she was to wear it at all times in the house.. He'd also left the ball gag and ordered her to leave it in as Shi and Deandra returned to the room to wash her. It had been a strange sensation to be forced into silence while the women scrubbed her body clean and rubbed oily lotion into her skin, but Anya had delighted in it, and had remained aroused through the whole experience. Before Mr. Hughes had spoken from the doorway, she'd been alone in her room, texting her aunt to ensure that the first night she'd spent away from her children had went well for them, thankful that it had. "It is time for you to eat, and then I will take you to your appointment." Her skin tingled from his touch, as well as from the information that he gave her. He had still refused to fuck her with his own cock, and her pussy was doing a riot-like act in frustration with him, needing the feel of a hard, live, pulsing big dagger of flesh to spread her open. Closing her eyes, she nodded at her house master. "I have a shake for you, and if you can do what I ask in the conservatory, I will allow you to eat a real meal." He unhooked the gag from around her neck and pulled the rubber bit out of her mouth. "Yes, master." She said, her voice coarse from the dryness in her throat. When he put the shake to her lips a moment later, she raised her green eyes only high enough to see his strong, big hands. She dared not to look at his piercing eyes, she would surely melt where she stood before him. "All of it." He reminded her, as he repeatedly tilted the glass, forcing her to drink it more quickly than she would have liked. "Walk with me, Anya." He said a few moments later, leaving the emptied glass on a side table. She felt his hand reach up to her collar and hold her by it as he walked at her side out of the bedroom and down the hallway that led to the front staircase. The cool air in the hallway made her more than aware of her completely naked state, and she could feel her pussy slick as she moved her legs to match his pace down the stairs. They turned to their left and walked through the sitting room, which was empty save for a maid cleaning it, and through to a room that was filled with a variety of plant life. Seeing the green leaves and stems and vines made Anya jerk sharply, and his hand squeezed harder against her neck. "You have nothing to worry about from these, Anya. They're not sexual in nature." He said to her and she nodded and they continued to walk through the room. Looking ahead of her, she saw a statue come into view. Her eyes widened as she took it in completely. It was metal, bronze most likely, and it was the massive form of a naked man. He was laying on one hip, the forearm on the same side down so that his torso and head were raised up and he had a pleasant expression on his strong jawed face. His cock, a massive, ribbed monster of a cock, jutted straight out from his groin and the head alone was as big as the last cock she'd taken, and the remaining swell of him was easily a few extra inches. The statue's legs were outstretched and she knew immediately what she had to do for Mr. Hughes, who was standing silently beside her, a soft smile on his face as he saw her shake herself and move into the attention position. "Anya, if you want to eat, you will obey me. I want your pussy stretched around his cock so that your ass is resting on his balls. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." Anya nodded, not moving, she wouldn't move until he told her, but her breathing was already getting deeper, her body already responding. She couldn't remember being this constantly aroused when her husband was alive, but she could barely keep her orgasm contained as she waited for him to tell her to move. "You may orgasm at will once you're on him, Anya." Mr. Hughes let his smile widen as he saw her cheeks flush and a shiver work down through her body, "Go show me how well you can fuck." Anya bit her lip and nodded, "Yes, master." Stepping away from the man beside her, she crawled up onto the platform that held the statue and immediately moved her body in a way that allowed her to put her pussy lips upon his cockhead, and the rest of the staff to point directly into her quivering wet hole. "Just the head first, Anya. I want you to go slowly." Anya nodded and moved down onto the cock, her eyes squeezing closed as she felt it push in, meeting only momentary resistance before spreading her pussy wide and she ate the first four inches of his length, gasping as her pussy lips rounded and rubbed against the edge of the massive head. She did nothing to stop the orgasm that rocked her, but refused to allow her hips to rock to surge farther onto him, keeping herself still so that she followed her master's rules. "Now slowly go down a few inches at a time, until you're all the way. I expect you to take all of it, Anya, I know you can. You've taken wider before." Mr. Hughes watched as she whimpered and put her hands on the statue's chest and shoulder, using them to help pull herself down onto the thick rod that slowly disappeared inside of her slick wet fold. "Do you need to cum again, Anya?" His words made her stomach tighten and without even twitching her pussy muscles, she felt herself climax again, and her thighs shook as the additional moisture allowed her to slide down over the remaining two inches until she was sitting balls deep on the warm metal statue. Warm metal? "Put your hand on your stomach, can you feel how full you are?" Mr. Hughes spoke quietly, watching as she put her small hand across her lower abdomen. Anya gasped, nodding, she could feel the heavy girth of the monster sized cock as she held herself completely impaled upon it. "Yes, master. I am very full." "I want you to pull all the way out, and then immediately push all the way back in, without stopping. As fast as you can handle." Anya nodded, "Yes, master." She braced herself and moved her hips up to allow the rod to slide out of her pussy, and once the head had popped out of her dripping lips, she pushed right back down, gasping loudly as she felt it strain her tissues and the cockhead filled her. She kept moving, pulling herself quickly down, down, until the fat length of the statue's cock was buried in her throbbing cunt. Anya smiled, thrilled at the sensation of having been able to take the fucking it was giving her. Another orgasm sent her body sinking against the metal lover and she had to focus on her breathing to get her under control. "No more of your pussy juice, Anya, you are not to climax again." Anya frowned but nodded, it was hard not to, the sculptured veins in the cock rubbed against her in such amazing ways and her body was reacting to it without her control. Stilling herself on the rod, she waited for further instruction. "Anya," Mr. Hughes said softly, his hands behind his back as she moved her green eyes to his, "He will fuck you now until right before he cums. He can't put it inside you because it is too hot for your body, but when he starts to fuck you, do not try to control it." Anya shivered, when he starts to fuck her? It was a statue, wasn't it? It hadn't moved at all since she sat down on its big cock. Her whole body tensed as she had the thought and she suddenly felt the statue shift, his large hands going to either side of her waist and his back lying completely on the platform. Anya whimpered as the statue pulled her slightly off his shaft and then his hips jerked forward and fucked it back up inside of her. Her neck dropped back and her mouth opened as it did that several more times. Her hands had lowered to his wrists and were lightly holding him as he thrust up into her over and over. After a few minutes of fucking her this way, the statue shifted to move his legs off of the platform and he stood, his cock still stretching her pussy walls, deep inside, and he slowly pulled her pussy off of his swollen meat. Anya felt her pussy try to clench at him to keep him inside, but she did as Mr. Hughes asked and allowed the statue to do to her what it wanted. Which apparently involved tossing her down on the platform, her shins resting on top of the hard surface as she bent down in a position similar to the kiss the floor one that Mr. Hughes had shown her. She felt his cock stab back inside of her pussy and released a cry into the air as he shoved all of it inside in one long thrust. Unlike how Anya had sunk onto him slowly and then paused as her pussy adjusted to his thickness, the statue merely wrapped his hands completely around her waist and began to fuck her hard, each thrust full and fierce, and the speed intensified as time went on until Anya felt orgasm after orgasm beat out of her, tears in her eyes knowing that she was defying her master, but she couldn't stop them. The monster fucking her was forcing her pussy to dance and surrender to his grip and it was all she could do to remember to breathe as it rocked in and out, back and forth, until it finally pulled from her body and he bent down over her, one of his hands going to his shaft and squeezing it slowly below the head, which was pointed under the platform into a large metal bucket. Anya heard but didn't see the cum that shot into the bucket, and she could smell the sticky sweetness of it. When she heard it sizzle against the bucket, though, she shook, knowing Mr. Hughes had been right. It was definitely too hot for her pussy. Mr. Hughes watched as the statue rose to his full height and nodded at him before he was walking away from the girl and leaving the room through a set of large French doors. He knew Anya was tired and in a little bit of shock from what had just happened, but he didn't comment on it as he stepped over to her and took hold of her by the collar. She walked beside him weakly as he took her out of the conservatory and through the sitting room and into the submissives' dining room on the other side. They must have come too late or too early, as she was the only one inside as Mr. Hughes moved her down to the position that she had been in before. Soon, a plate of potato salad, green beans and sliced up pieces of seasoned chicken was placed in front of her face. Anya ate with gusto, taking food into her mouth so quickly that she almost choked once. Slowing down after that, she licked her plate clean and watched as it was removed and a bowl of orange juice was put below her. Smiling, she greedily lapped up the orange juice, something she didn't usually even like to drink. "I am no longer your master, Anya. We are outside." Mr. Hughes said a little while later after he had cleaned her up and had walked with her onto the patio. "So I can speak?" Anya asked, looking at him, as well, relaxing her position as he reached up and removed the collar. "You have a great many questions, Anya." He chuckled and she felt her cheeks flush a little, she had about a million of them, she was sure. "Will you answer them?" She asked him, her green eyes searching his blue ones. This man amazed her. He always seemed so calm, and when they weren't in the mansion, friendly, even. His mouth was set in somewhat of a smile as he gazed down at her. How could he see her body put through so much great sex and he didn't ever seem to be affected by it? She was near mad with how it made her feel to be stroked and probed and licked and spanked, and this man just went about being a master as if he were completely unemotionally involved. How could that be? "You may ask me seven questions, and I will choose three to answer. Will that be enough for you, Anya? We haven't a great deal of time before your next appointment." Anya frowned, "The statue cum fuck machine wasn't my next appointment?" She felt her insides melt when he chuckled earnestly and moved a hand behind his head to scratch the back of his neck. "His name is Piltrum, and he's had more pussy than even that sex demon lawyer of yours. And no, he's not your appointment. He is just another tool in our tool box that we use to stretch pussy around here. Then, when you go to bed, to aid your pussy's return to its original tightness, we use oils that we developed from Chrysanthulus that tighten and firm more quickly." He explained to her. "I've already answered one question, I will choose two more to answer." Her eyes widened when she realized what she had done. "That felt like a trick." She frowned over at him and watched him wink at her. "This sucks, but fine," Anya thought long and hard and counted off questions on her fingers as he patiently waited for her to speak, "Why haven't you fucked me yet? Are you human? What will I be fucking at my next appointment? Why doesn't Shi wear underwear? Will you ever fuck me?" Anya wiggled her index finger at him as he regarded her with open amusement, "And you said that incubi are no longer fertile, so why did Mr. Bricker make me take a pill to keep me from getting pregnant?" He breathed in slowly and she watched the rise and fall of his chest. Finally, he looked down at the ground for a minute before looking back up at her, "You made it really easy for me not to answer the questions you really want answers to, you know." Anya frowned, "But I want answers to all of those. What questions should I-nevermind. You're being sneaky again." He grinned and then rubbed a finger over the bridge of his nose, "Mr. Bricker is not completely an incubus, one of his long distant grandfathers fucked an elf. The influx of another immortal got his testicles to kick on. He's never reproduced, however. He chooses not to." "That is a horrific visual, Mr. Hughes. You really don't like him, do-FUCK. I hate your limits." "I'll gladly answer that one, no, I am not overly fond of a being who, for centuries, raped women for food. Just because Mr. Bricker chooses to find food that consents doesn't give pardon to a lifetime of depravity." "You hold a grudge, Mr. Hughes." Anya found herself smiling at the man who sighed as he kept his eyes centered on hers. "Shi is coming with another shake. I don't know when you'll get to eat later, so we want you to drink this now. Please." Mr. Hughes reached out an arm and took the glass from the woman who quietly brought it out to the patio and they both watched as she went back inside. "All right." Anya accepted the glass from him and drank it more slowly than he had forced her to earlier in the day. "You still owe me two answers." "The women here do not wear underwear because some of their job responsibilities include being accessible to certain types of guests that come to us. Some men who are dominant enjoy fucking freely, and our staff is open to that sort of encounter. We pay them very well." He explained. "Your answers create more questions, Mr. Hughes, you're not helping me understand this place. A week ago, I thought demons didn't exist, and statues were just statues." Anya shook her head before she took another drink of the shake. He was right, it didn't taste so terrible now. "Most statues are just statues, Anya." "Fine. What is the last question that you will answer for me, Mr. Hughes?" "I will give you a choice, I will either tell you why I haven't fucked you yet, or I will tell you who you will be fucking today." His words made her bite into her bottom lip. It was a difficult choice, and she knew it. Anya really really wanted to know why he hadn't fucked her. Her pussy still twitched to take his cock inside and she wished she knew why he hadn't, he'd had more than enough opportunity. But the thought of knowing what she was in for at her next appointment was pretty irresistible. Besides, why he hadn't fucked her yet didn't help answer the question she wanted the answer to more, which was when he would finally fuck her. "All right. Who will I be fucking today?" She sighed as she spoke and the words sounded breathless as she held his blue eyed gaze. Mr. Hughes nodded, and his smile widened as he looked down at her, "Piltrum." Anya looked at him confused. She'd already fucked Piltrum, and he had more than fucked her with his large, hot cock. He'd made her rock with orgasm after orgasm and then he'd cum in a bucket. What was Mr. Hughes saying to her? Was she not fucking anyone else today? Why not? What the hell had he been stretching her for? Wasn't she here to be fucked? Her anger and color rose slowly and she glared at him. "Who else will I be fucking today?" She demanded, taking a step towards him as he took a step back, the left side of his mouth raised in a rakish smile. "I've already answered your question, Anya. I won't answer any more." He said again, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks as she dropped her mouth open in irritation. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 09 Anya wanted to scream at him in frustration. Her pussy was wet and clenched, and she stood naked in front of this man on the patio, and he was telling her that she wasn't getting a good fucking again today. Was he mad? Why would they give her this much time to herself? Anya desperately wanted to fuck. She felt tears come to her eyes and watched his face change to concern and he stepped towards her, waving at someone who was standing in the doorway as he put a hand on her cheek. "This isn't like me, Mr. Hughes. I don't fuck, I make love, I was happy with my husband and now I am here and all I want to do is fuck and feel my pussy stretch open. What is happening to me? What did Mr. Bricker do that has caused me to lust after a cock so badly?" She felt him wrap his other arm around her and she was pulled close to his warm chest. She wrapped her arms around him and breathed in his scent, it was cologne and peppermint and he smelled intoxicating, and it only made her cry harder as she realized that yet again, she wasn't going to get a hold of his cock. It was starting to be her sole purpose in life. When Anya might have backed away, she felt something gooey shoved into her asshole and she jerked her hips forward and gasped. "I said you weren't getting fucked by anyone else today, Anya, but I never said your ass and pussy were going to be empty. Now I know I'm not your master out here, but I need you to allow us to get you ready." Mr. Hughes stepped back, leaving Anya standing, her hands crossed over her chest as Deandra pushed the large ass plug that they'd had inside of her ass earlier back into it until her shaking ass muscle closed over the peg and the flat outer flap settled nicely against her ass cheeks. He would never get used to seeing this small woman with a beast of a plug shoved up her sexy ass. He knew she weighed only 118 pounds now, just over a hundred pounds had been taken by Chrysanthulus. "Get me ready." It wasn't really a question as Anya watched Shi approach her, a welcoming smile on the woman's face, and a huge cinnamon colored cock in her hands that she immediately pointed at Anya's pussy lips. "This isn't so much to make your pussy juices flow, Anya, as it is to keep you stretched for the next few hours. You are going to need to have a more flexible ass and cunt for the next time you do get fucked." Mr. Hughes picking up some sort of leather belt and tightened it around her lower hips before taking the extra stretch of smooth leather and tugging it between her legs. Tightening it, he yanked hard, ensuring that the leather pressed hard against the cock and plug she held inside and then buckled it to the back of the belt. Anya whimpered, the pressure was intense, and she may well orgasm anyway. She moved to put her hands on Mr. Hughes' chest when he moved her to a seated position and made her sit on her achy bottom. He moved his large rough hands to the undersides of her knees and brought the fronts of her thighs up towards her chest, and then moved her arms so that she rested her hands on top of her knees. "Stay this way, Anya." He muttered thickly near her face and Anya shivered. She loved having his warm, calloused hands on her and found herself whimpering when she saw him take out the long red satin rope and then he got on his knees in front of her and started slowly wrapping it around her body. He started by taking a loop near the middle of the long length and putting it around her left big toe, and then he tied her ankles together. It got so complicated after that, Anya knew she'd never be able to reproduce such a thing. By the time he was done tying her up, Anya realized that she couldn't move, at all. She couldn't separate her legs or move her hips from side to side, yet the rope didn't feel overly constricting. Looking at the man who was checking the rope for mistakes, she wondered what he would do now. He couldn't free her pussy or ass if he wanted to, the rope had been used to anchor them in even more. It had probably taken a half hour or more to tie her. What would they do to her now? "I am not going to gag you, Anya, I am going to have something brought out, and I don't want you to be afraid." Mr. Hughes looked behind her back and she shivered against him. "Mr. Hughes." She didn't know what else to say, and she watched him stand up and bend to grab her under her ass cheek and armpit and looking to her other side, a man she'd never seen before did the same on that side. Anya felt herself lifted straight up in the air, and then she was placed into what she saw immediately was a wooden box. Gasping, she looked up at Mr. Hughes. "Please, what are you doing? Please, what's happening?" "I've answered all of the questions I will answer for you, Anya." "I didn't know to ask about whether or not you were going to put me in a box!" She gasped, feeling satiny pillows being placed on all four sides, she was sitting on some sort of cushion. "I would suggest you try to sleep for the next few hours, Anya. It's a long flight and you will need your energy when you get there." He said, and picked up the wooden top to the box, not listening as she asked him again what was happening to her. The fitted lid was placed on the box and he heard her breathing quicken a little bit and he knew she was struggling against the ties. "Oh, what the fuck was that, pa-parlay! Yes! Fucking parlay, Mr. Hughes!" He heard her shout from within the box and he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled the lid back off and looked down at her. "Do you consent to having that cock in your pussy?" He asked her, seeing her eyes wide with sudden confusion and she shook her head. "Yes, I am okay with the cock in my pussy, you ass. Why am I in this box?" "Do you consent to the plug in your ass?" He ignored her question. Anya glared at him, "Yes, I am fine with my ass being fucked this way, but-." "And you consented already to being tied up, did you not?" "Yes, I did. Why the fuck am I in this box?" "Are you feeling like you are being humiliated?" Anya frowned and looked at how she was nestled in a satin cushion and actually found it quite comfortable when she wasn't worried about the lid, or being in the goddamned dark stuffed with two fucking huge rods in her holes. "You said I am going on a flight." She frowned up at him. Mr. Hughes nodded, looking to the eastern side of the property, "Yes, but you will be back tomorrow late in the afternoon. Your next appointment is four hours from here in northern New Hampshire." "New Hampshire? You're sending me back to the States?" "You will not be harmed, Anya. Do you still wish to cancel the appointment?" He looked at her closely, and Anya suddenly knew that he would do exactly as she asked. But that didn't guarantee that he would fuck her if she stayed, or that anyone else would. And she would most likely be punished. She shivered at the thought of what he might do to her. If she went to her appointment, she would get the fucking she wanted, it just wouldn't be right this moment. "I consent." She said softly and watched him nod and put the lid back on the box. From within, Anya peered out the small holes that were in the sides of the box for her to breathe, and she felt locks click together and she was eventually picked up and carried away from the patio and a short time after that, she was placed on a rolling cart of some kind. The man she'd never seen before was pushing her, but she couldn't tell where. The way she was facing, she could only see the strange man. She suddenly wondered if he wore underwear, too. It was pitch black, and the air was cool, Anya wished she could move, even just a little, but even if she wasn't buried in a box in the seating area of a small plane, she would still be completely helpless. The way that Mr. Hughes had tied her up would not allow it. So instead, she flexed her pussy and ass muscles and focused on her stuffed lower body. Bringing about a few orgasms over the last hour, and humming a few songs to herself, she'd been able to ignore the fact that she was in a box on a plane. She'd felt it take off, could hear the hum of the engine as it gained altitude, and she knew there was a woman in a fancy flight outfit coming close to visit her every once in a while. When they began their decent, darkness had fallen, and Anya shivered in fear of what would happen next. She could feel her pussy clench rapidly around the hard rubber cock, and when the wheels scraped the ground, she dropped her head back and let out a moan. They taxied for a few minutes down the runway and eventually pulled to a stop. She saw a flash of light as the door was opened, and her box was soon lifted and carried carefully down the stairs that had dropped from the plane. Again, she was set onto a rolling cart and waited there impatiently as two men, she couldn't tell what they looked like, spoke together in hushed tones, passing a clipboard back and forth a few times before one of them turned back to her. She got a flash of the word "Vorhees" on his button down work shirt, and knew that she was at least in the continued care of the spa that she'd gone to. Biting her lip, she waited to see if he would open the box, but he failed to do so. Instead, she was pushed through the darkness until they stopped at a van. She heard him yank open the doors on the back, and then she was lifted into the back of the van. Anya wondered if he knew there was a woman in the box. Had there been a label? Was she listed on the manifest? One horny little dripping cunt. Anya almost snorted out loud, figuring that Mr. Hughes would write something like that on a piece of paper. It was true, her ass was soaked in her cum, and she knew when the cock pulled out, she would seize in the most intense of orgasms. They drove away from the airport and Anya wondered about her being back in the States without having gone through customs. Her passport, all her things, were still back at Vorhees Spa. Her phone was there. That made her frown, but Mr. Hughes had told her that she would be back tomorrow afternoon. Her head jerked gently about an hour later when the van pulled to a stop. Anya was surprised that she had slept, but she must have. Yawning, she flexed her muscles as best she could and felt the van start moving again. She could see lights coming from somewhere, and she waited patiently, hoping they were close to their destination. Ten minutes later, the doors were yanked back open, but Anya couldn't see anything. She wondered what time it was, it must be rather late outside. It was cold, and she shivered a little, she may be surrounded by satin pillows, but she was still naked. She felt her nipples pucker. Anya was giddy to see around her when the lock was moved around on the lid, and soon, it was off, and she was hit by a dim light from the window of a really small cabin that she had been placed outside of after being removed from the van. It was very small, possible just one room. They all lived in it? "You're as pretty as they said." A male voice said as he stood over her looking down. Anya looked up at him, surprised at the fact that he wore no shirt, only jeans, beaten up ones at that. His chest had been sculpted out of pure muscle, hairy at the top, covering his dusky small nipples and thinning to a line that disappeared into the low waist of his jeans. His face was not bad to look at either, he had dark brown hair that was too long, it fell around his head and over his ears, but was in layers, so it didn't look ridiculous, it look rugged. That, along with his short beard, strong brows and the chiseled jaw made her pussy weep and thank Jesus that she had allowed herself to be cargo shipped to the Live Free or Die state. Please let this Adonis be the one to fuck her hard. He leaned in and breathed in her scent as she remained quietly looking up at him and his body seemed to shiver a little before he stood back up right and looked at a man that was standing behind her, out of her eye line. "Pull her out." The voice behind her was dark, cold, and she felt her skin tingle at how it made her feel as the man in front of her moved to her side, and another man appeared, though she wasn't sure if it was the one who had spoken, and she was lifted carefully out of the box and set on the cold patch of grass beside it. "She smells amazing." Another voice, a new one, said, and she felt his face bury into the side of her neck, in her hair as he breathed in deeply, "Her pussy is wet." "Are you hungry?" This was the man with the worrisome voice, he slowly moved into view and squatted so he could look at her face to face. "Do you want us to feed you?" Anya thought about it, she still needed more calories, according to Mr. Hughes, so she nodded slowly. "Yegor, go inside and get her food ready." The man had dusky brown hair, and his eyes were large and light gray. He wasn't young, but he wasn't particularly old looking, either. He wasn't quite six feet tall, and his hair was just as wild looking as the first man's but his appearance was more stocky, less bulk muscle, and more sheer menacing strength. He was wearing jeans, too, but he had a dark blue flannel shirt on. Anya watched the man who had helped pull her out of the box stand straighter and he skipped over to the door of the cabin and disappeared inside. She felt the intense man in front of her stand as he tilted his head to the side and looked her over. "It'll take a minute before he's ready for you." He said, and she wasn't sure he was actually talking to her. Anya felt her green eyes rooted to the man as he grabbed the lower hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head, she'd been right. He was slimmer, his muscles smaller, but definitely well defined beneath his skin. He wasn't as hairy on his chest as the first man, but the hair that was there was mixed with white and he had scars. Many of them that shined against the light from the cabin as he moved closer to her, pulling apart the button on his jeans as he did so. She felt her mouth unconsciously open as the zipper was lowered and he shoved the pants down. No underwear, just a huge, swollen cock that he took in hand as he grabbed a hold of the back of her head and sank to one knee as he pulled her so that she was angled towards his cock, her shoulder nestled on the upper thigh of the leg that was bent, booted foot on the ground. "Open your mouth, myshka, I have something to give you." He said in a whisper and she shivered, was he Russian? Anya dropped her mouth open and let her tongue slide out of her mouth a little for him to see she was more than ready for it, fuck, her pussy clenched, gag her with it already! His nationality didn't matter, she'd fucked a fucking sex demon and fucking a Russian seemed like small potatoes, but she needed this. Her eye stared at him as he held his cock just out of her reach for a moment, and then he tightened his grasp on the hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward as he thrust his hips, and she felt his cock shove deep into her mouth, hitting off the back of her throat immediately, and she closed her lips against it, thanking God that he had a thick cock, it was long, too, longer than she felt a man his size should be, but she shuddered, so pleased that he had it, and that it was deep in her mouth. His other hand joined the first on her head and he pulled her forcefully and repeatedly in against his cock and Anya moaned, feeling an orgasm shoot through her pussy again. The man didn't stop, and he soon shifted his body and her neck so he could slide past her uvula and down her throat a ways. Anya patiently waited for him to pull back to take a breath, before he slammed back inside. He groaned and shook against her and pulled her harder into him, and Anya felt her chin push his balls back against his perineum, and her nose buried against the woodsy smelling hair of his crotch. He was in her all the way, and she closed her eyes and held there until she absolutely had to pull back and take a breath. This time, when he pushed his cock back into her, he shoved it all the way back to where he'd just been and pulled on her hair, keeping her there as his balls tenses and his cum sprayed out of his cock head and down her moist throat. Anya swallowed, more than happy to drink his cum. He smelled amazing, like sweat and the woods and spice. Her whole body was aroused and when he pulled his cock out of her, she begged him with her big eyes to do many many more things to her with his massive tool. Instead, he stood, his hand still in her hair as he looked at the other man outside with him. "Untie her and take that shit out of her. She'll need to eat and piss soon. It's getting late." He said before looking down at her with something in his eyes that she didn't recognize before letting her hair go and walking into the small cabin. She was now outside with man number one. He looked at her and grinned lop sided. Her pussy jerked and she felt her juices squish against the dildo. His eyes widened and he let loose a laugh that ended in something of a howl. "Do you realize that you look like what would happen if Eric Bana and Joe Manganiello had a kid together? It's almost not fair." She found herself saying as he approached her. "Eric Bana?" The deep voiced man scrunched his eyes as he squatted down at her side and found where the rope had been tied last, "wait, he was in Chopper, right?" Anya nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. And Munich." He nodded, "I have no idea who the other guy is." "Joe Manganiello, he was a character on True Blood?" He smirked at her when she said that and she felt the first knot give away. "Which one?" He asked as he reached into his back pocket and took out a pocket knife. It made her jerk and he shushed her by putting a hand on the back of her neck, "It's for the rope, myshka." "He was one of the werewolves. You look a lot like them." What she said seemed to humor him and he laughed, but it came out as more of a low rumble from his chest. "There's a million knots in this damn thing. Hughes outdid himself this time. It'd take all night to untie you slowly," He looked up towards where the moon was in the sky, "And we don't have a lot of time." His statement made her shiver, but she allowed him to cut her free of her bindings. When she was finally free, Anya felt her limbs go completely limp and he helped her lay down on the cold grass. He used his very warm hands and massaged both of her legs slowly, and then those same amazingly strong hands massaged her arms, helping her blood circulate through a little easier. Then he moved his hands to the leather binding at her hips and he quickly removed it and she felt the pressure of the dildo and ass plug lessen. "Which would you like me to remove first, myshka?" He asked huskily, his eyes were on her breasts, but he didn't touch her there. "Doesn't myshka mean m-mouse, or small mouse? I think? I am not sure, there was a mother who called her daughter that at the hosp-oooooh." Anya whimpered and arched her back as he took hold of the ass plug and pulled it enough to make her asshole have to stretch over the wide part and then it was slowly removed from her. He growled when he realized just how big the ass plug was and she was reminded of the sound of a dog as she nervously looked up at his face. He set the large rubber toy to the side and looked back at her face, frowning a little. He didn't say anything, or explain why he seemed angry for a moment as he turned and grabbed the base of the dildo. Anya whimpered when it slid out a little bit and one of her small hands surrounded his wrist as he gradually pulled it from her, knowing that it was going to bring with it a huge pussy explosion of her juice. She squeezed her eyes shut as it happened and felt her pussy vibrate and clench and the river of cum that had been dammed up inside sprang forth and wet the ground below her, and the hand he moved to slide over her sopping cunt. She opened her eyes when he stopped touching her and watched as he moved his fingers to his mouth and licked off his fingers, his body tensing when he tasted her pussy juice. His eyes burned with passion and she watched him struggle a moment for control before he jerked his head towards the door of the cabin, and he dropped the dildo on the ground and rose to his full height. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 09 "Little mouse." He said, his voice gritted a bit as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. "Why are you upset?" She asked, leaning against him as her legs weren't quite capable of holding her up yet. "I am not upset, myshka, I often forget what you humans have to do in order to take what we require of you. Your food is ready, we will go inside." He walked toward the door, bringing her with him, and she barely realized that she was cold, naked, and these men were at least wearing jeans. He had said 'human girls.' Which meant that he wasn't a human. She bit her lip as he opened the door and she stepped inside, terrified that they'd turn into aliens, or tentacled sea creatures or something just as scary to her, and was pleased that the three men standing in the back left corner of the larger of two rooms of the cabin were still human looking to her eyes. They stared at her when she came in, the man who had face fucked her outside was in the middle, the one in charge, the alpha, she thought suddenly, and he still only wore his jeans, though he hadn't re buttoned them. The other two were wearing jeans and one had a holey T-shirt and the other wore a flannel shirt. "Sit." Yegor, she remembered, smiled at her, his light blue eyes friendly. He was handsome as well, virile, like the others in the room. He was tall, besides the one in charge, the others were well over six feet. His black hair was a little shorter, and his nose was more aristocratic. He had only stubble on his jaw and he had wide, firm looking lips and a very kind smile. "We made you soup. We figured you might like it." He looked at her expectantly and was fairly shivering with happiness when she sat in the chair he had pulled out for her at the small table. There were four chairs total, and one full sized mattress shoved in a corner behind it. A wood cook stove was near the door, and Anya was thankful for the heat that came from it. "Thank you." She whispered, gratefully taking the flannel shirt that the man she hadn't seen before suddenly removed from his chest and offered her. He helped her put it on and she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she felt somewhat warmed. She picked up the spoon at the table and looked down at the chunky, delicious smelling soup in the large bowl in front of her. She sent one last look at the men around her before nodding and she scooped some noodles, meat and broth into her spoon and put it in her mouth. "I am Sergei." I am in charge, these men do as I say, she could hear him saying even though he didn't say it, his eyes told her well enough who she had to listen to around here. "This is Yegor, and Yakov you met outside. Grigory is the man whose shirt you are wearing." Sergei told the girl and watched as she nodded, her head tipped down but her eyes up to meet his. Her submission to him was getting him hot, it was what had caused him to force her to taste his cock. He'd gotten a whiff of her scent and he'd known they would enjoy this moon. It had been a long time since they'd felt so intensely for one of their prey. "Sergei," The man named Grigory used the side of his thumb to rub the outside edge of his left eye before he continued, "I must go." Anya knew her eyes widened when Sergei's chest rumbled and he made a deep sound of irritation and the other man suddenly pushed out of the door of the cabin and disappeared into the darkness. "Is he all right?" Anya asked softly. "It is late. They brought you later than they should have. Yegor, go and join your brother. You won't be able to control yourself much longer." Sergei barked at the other man, who turned and followed his order without question. Anya ate her soup faster, knowing she wasn't going to be given much more time. "May I use the toilet?" "Quickly. The hour is late." He said again, and she shivered, wondering what that meant. Looking at the clock on the wall, she saw it was 11:50 pm. Was it because they were close to midnight? What was going on? "Now, Anya." Yakov practically tossed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Anya bit her lip inside the bathroom and quickly peed and washed her hands before opening the door and seeing that she was in the room now with only the leader, the alpha. She shivered and her pussy dripped juice between her legs and onto the floor. The man's gray eyes lowered and he breathed in deeply, raising his gaze almost angrily as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom in just the shirt, her arms wrapped around herself. "What are you?" She asked, and watched as his lips tipped up slightly as he backed away from her. "You will see soon enough. We will not hurt you, but if you decide not to mate, you must use the boards and bar yourself inside. The window, too. Otherwise, we will not be able to stop from mating you. The others can't control the change," He smirked, looking at the clock, two minutes away now, "they're not as old as I am." He'd called it mating, he mentioned changing, what the hell were they? Anya was curious and nervous and aroused. She had no intention of barring herself inside. "I have to leave. We run to the north edge of the property. We need to follow your scent, so you can't stay here, it will be worse for you if we catch you in such a small space. You need to go south. There is a path into the woods. Don't worry if you lose your way, run a little, if you can. It makes it better for us. The more difficult you make it, the more exercised we will be, and then it will be easier for you. I beg you, do not choose to stay at the cabin, myshka, we must hunt you. You're scent, it's, it's not what we usually smell." Anya nodded, and watched as he moved with great speed to the door and by the time she took the two steps to reach it, he was gone in the darkness, running from her at top speed. Her pussy wooted and moistened again and Anya found herself pulling open the door and walking outside. Looking up at the moon, she realized it was a wide, full circle that shined brightly in the sky. It was a full moon. It was a fucking full fucking moon. And that is when she realized exactly what the four men were, and what Sergei had meant when he said they were going to hunt her. Fuck. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 10 Anya felt her breathing run rampant as she tried to ignore the ache in her cunt. Looking around her outside, she found the dildo near where she had been lying and picked it up, and then located the ass plug, and finally, she pulled the soaking wet pad out of the bottom of her box. She felt tears in her eyes as she thought of the four big men and what she knew they would become. She'd seen enough movies about them that showed them either as a grotesque mix between man and beast, or a change to full beast. She had made it to the woods to the east of the cabin when she heard a howl, one she knew was probably loudly given, but so far north that she didn't hear it at full force. Holding the dildo in her left hand, her dominant hand, she hurled it with as much force as she could to the east, hoping that it would confuse them enough for her to get farther south. Then she ran in that direction for several minutes before she stopped and chucked the ass plug as far west as she could throw it before running at a much quicker speed through the many trees and bushes that covered the land she had been brought to. The light from the full moon the only light available to show her the way. She heard another howl, close now, and she shivered as her pussy clenched and danced with joy. Taking the pillow, she held it out to her side as she ran, brushing it against every tree and leaf along the path before finally throwing it into the trees. Anya gasped, she knew what she had done wouldn't confuse them for long, her scent would be too strong, and she started running again, not caring that she was barefoot and her feet were covered in dirt and grass and little cuts from slamming her feet carelessly onto the forest floor as she ran. Stopping again, she pulled the shirt from her. Smearing it over her pussy before throwing it to her left. Naked, heated from her run, knowing that she was now sweating despite the coolness of the night, she ran again, not stopping until she was finally out of breath and panting loudly, bent over, hands on her knees as she tried to calm herself. She was in somewhat of a clearing now, and she could hear water nearby. She must be near a stream. Another howl, this one much closer, and it was joined by others. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her pussy demanded she stay still and let them catch her. For fucks sake, she was here to get properly fucked, after all, and no one would fault her if she just stayed where she was and let them catch her. Anya tried to convince herself that there was less chance for injury if she stayed where she was and let them mate her without fighting, but she knew that was not what these men, these beasts wanted from her. They wanted her, needed her to make it difficult for them, they needed to hunt, which meant that they needed her to be the hunted. They needed her to be their prey. Pussy prey. She felt her pussy juices increase. She had to make a decision now, they had stopped howling, which told her that they knew where she was. Licking her lips, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stick up and her nipples tighten, she backed towards the south, knowing that they would have come at her from the north, and they were close. Their eyes were on her now and they were stalking her in the dark, waiting for the right moment to pounce. She whimpered and turned to run again, south, and she made it about 10 whole yards before a huge creature jumped out into the clearing, paws slamming into the earth near her right side, gray fur covered a muscled body and blue eyes looked at her while the wolf growled low in its throat, telling her to stay still, that she was now their pawn, and it was definitely checkmate. She didn't know which man this was, but he was large as a wolf, a lot larger than a regular wolf. He didn't approach her closer, just paced around her on her south side now as she felt the presence of another large body close behind her. Turning around, she saw a rust colored wolf with his eyes trained to her, his body hunched slightly, ready to jump if she were planning to run again. Anya wasn't moving. Her pussy was practically begging her to spread her legs and bend over and her heart was racing in her chest. As she watched, another wolf moved out of the darkness of the forest, this one gray, but with black hair around it's laws. Anya watched it, it was definitely more jumpy than the others and something told her that this was Yegor, the one who had skipped into the cabin earlier. He moved his big form closer to her and Anya dropped her jaw as he inched forward several times before finally moving in quickly and shoving his cold snout against her wet pussy. She whimpered at the feeling and he jumped back, nearly colliding with the all gray wolf who growled and nipped at him a moment before turning his eyes back to her. She watched as the wolf who had touched her brought his long tongue out of his mouth and licked her pussy juices off of his snout. His body shivered, the hairs covering his wolf form seeming to move in waves as he kept his mouth open, panting softly as his blue eyes focused on her. Anya waited for one of them to approach her again, but none of the three moved. They eventually turned their heads in unison to look behind her as a deep pitched growl came from close by. Anya shook and let out a gasp as the three bowed their heads to the ground. Sergei was behind her, she knew it without turning, and her limbs shook as she felt his big paws pound closer so that she knew he was within a few feet of her back. Her pussy wept and she clenched it as she slowly turned around enough to turn her head to look up at the big wolf, her breathing more rapid as she took in the all black wolf with gray, focused eyes. He was on all four of his paws, the front two positioned at a potential pounce and Anya heard herself whimper as he zoned in on her standing naked in the cold, northern forest. Anya didn't feel cold at all, despite the fact that her nipples were beaded. She was covered with a thin layer of perspiration and her body was having a hard time staying still. She was most definitely the prey right now, the fuck prey. Her eyes couldn't see what was swinging between his fur covered legs, but she knew it would be fucking amazing for him to slam it into her pussy. But the idea of having him do it, to stand there and let him fuck up in her in this animal form, Jesus, could she do it? Biting her lip, she moved her head to the east for a moment. There, once you got to the trees, it was more rocky, and she could maybe get there, maybe climb a tree? Did she want to? Looking back at his big wolf head, she watched as it tilted lightly, as if daring her to run from him. "Stay, Rover." She said in a whisper and knew he heard her, he growled low in his throat and took a step forward. Anya panicked and turned and dashed towards the east, her small feet only carrying her a few yard before she felt the pounding force of his body following close behind, and the other three wolves were howling and surrounding her from the side. She felt his snout rub against her ass several times, and had to change her direction more than once as one of the wolves would block her. Eventually, he seemed to tire of toying with her and his head pushed hard against her back and she fell forward, landing on her stomach on the cold ground, her hands pushed into the dirt of the forest floor and she immediately tried to push herself up but only made it to her knees before she felt his long tongue lick a path from her clit to her asshole. She went completely still, shaking as she felt the rough tongue take the same path again, faster this time, and then he pushed it deep into her ass, making her squeal and push back against him. He didn't keep it there long, but licked at her asshole a few more times before he pushed his snout against her wet pussy and breathed in deeply. Anya let her head rest in her hands, she was holding herself up by her elbows. Looking around, she could see the three other wolves sitting nearby. Apparently the alpha had first dibs tonight. His tongue pierced her pussy and she closed her eyes and put her face in her hands as he pushed it way up inside of her wet clenching hole. He moved it in circles and she felt her pussy shake and catch fire a moment before her cum was guzzled up by the greedy beast. When he finally moved his large body over her, Anya shook at the feel of the coarse fur that scratched along her ass and back. He was so much bigger, their back legs were near each other, but his front paws were well beyond where hers were on the ground. She felt something rock hard push heavily at her pussy lips and breathed in harder, knowing he was about to fuck her pussy with what she could only imagine was a monster sized cock. When the head of it pushed inside, she felt her walls expand, and was suddenly very thankful that Mr. Hughes had spent a great deal of time earlier in the day preparing her for this. For the wolf didn't push up slowly, as soon as the lower edge of his cock head was inside of her body, he crouched over her body and thrust powerfully with his hips, sending his length all the way to the top of her, and the thickness, Anya felt powerful ripples work through her arms and legs as her pussy walls were stretched tight, he was thicker than the fucking statue and she felt him pull his cock out halfway before he thrust again. "Fuck!" She cried out, loving the feel of him so deep, the tingle of sensations the fur on his body caused as he moved over her. One of his front paws moved and pushed against the back of her head, forcing her to lower her body and turn her face to the side so she could see the other wolves that she would be fucking tonight, as well. He kept the paw where it was as he howled loudly, making her shiver, the sound reverberating through the entire clearing. His cock seemed to heat up more and swell, Jesus, her pussy was jumping, the faucet fully on as she orgasmed against the rushing thrusts. In another form, that cock had already been in her mouth and Anya found herself falling in love with the heavy, blood filled shaft as he started fucking her harder, with more abandon, grinding his cock in quickly. She felt something start to hit her swollen pussy lips and she widened her eyes, was he balls deep inside of her? She prayed that was the case, she wasn't sure she could take him deeper inside, but as she thought that, the beast behind her put one paw on each of her shoulder blades to hold her body tightly in place as he worked and bucked harder, slowly forcing that bulge, his knot, through her opening, lodging his cock securely inside. "Sergei!" She whimpered his name, the feeling was excruciatingly, sinfully amazing, and she wanted him to stay planted within her wet pussy forever. How had this blissful moment not been shouted about from the roof tops and then prompted women the world over to have a wolf for a lover? Fuck, he was shaking over her, and his hips were still moving, but not as fast, but his cock consumed her pussy, owned it, connected her to him in such a way that she could feel his blood pump through his veins, could feel the breaths he took above her. She was exhausted by the time his body lowered to completely cover hers, settling on his haunches, making sure he didn't hurt her, but kept her body from being chilled by the elements as he howled loudly through the clearing and his hot, thick cum started to fill her pussy. Anya felt weak, and her eyes closed in exhaustion. Listening and feeling the rhythmic movements of his chest above her, she was lulled into a light sleep, still tensing when his cock tightened and more cum filled her, whimpering as he shifted and the ball pressed against her, she was accepting all of what he gave her. Almost twenty minutes went by like that, and Anya was almost too hot lying where she was. The beast above her was moving his head in a way that allowed his tongue to lick the sweat from her face and neck and breasts, and he slowly rose up to his paws again and she felt his knot shrink slowly. When he jerked back form her and his penis pulled from her pussy in a popping sound, Anya cried out, almost sad to feel the emptiness he left behind, but glad to be able to rid herself of the fullness that her pussy full of cum and his seed had created. She felt it spurt out of her and bit her lip when he moved back to lick her clean with his large tongue, shoving it up her pussy before he finally moved his muzzle up to rub her against her neck. Anya gasped when he opened his strong jaw and she saw huge wolf teeth pull into view, teeth he sunk into her hair to grip her and drag her along the ground towards the gray wolf. He seemed the biggest of the three and Anya sat on her shins staring at him for a moment as he prowled around her body. His eyes taking in her naked form as she shook, nervous to what his next step would be. His eyes were brownish green. Yakov. She should have known he would be the biggest, it put a little smile on her face and she watched him growl a little as he moved in towards her. Just before he touched her with his tongue, which had been heading towards one of her nipples, Anya heard a loud snarl and yip behind her and then she felt a mouth close hard over her right ass cheek. She screamed as she looked down to see the black wolf bite down a moment before he let her go and the three other wolves all started to growl, apparently angry over what their alpha had just done. Anya felt herself knocked onto all fours on the ground and she winced from the bit of pain from the visible marks he had made with his prominent, and very sharp teeth. He stood over her again and his tongue went over the wound, licking repeatedly, causing the little bit of pain that there had been to lessen and disappear. She was sure it would have hurt a lot more for one of these wolves to bite her, and the three others were furious with Sergei for the mark he'd put on her. What did it mean? She stretched her head back and looked at her ass cheek. It was closed already, and the wounds were bright pink, but healing. She shivered, what did it mean? Looking at Sergei, she watched him trot over towards the rocks that were on the east end and he jumped up on one and sat on his hind end, licking his lips as he looked down at the rest of them in the clearing. Anya stayed down, she wasn't going to fight with them anymore. She wouldn't win, and they were obviously going to do what they wanted, and she wasn't going to understand any of it. So when the gray wolf came over to her and pushed in her armpit with his muzzle to draw her up to her hands and knees, she ignored him and turned her face away from him. She heard a howl from the rock and bit her tongue, breathing heavily now. What the heck had he done to her? The gray wolf was more insistent now, and he shoved his snout under her pussy and lifted straight up, making her knees bend and settle on the ground so he could get her ass in the air. His tongue slowly loved over her pussy and asshole, and she wondered what he would do, finding herself wiggling her ass a little to make his growls deepen and the movements of his tongue a little more intense within her. He howled a short, broken howl and mounted her, pushing his cock head to the entrance of her asshole and Anya cried out, Jesus, not this one, he would be enormous and her ass would, oh FUCK. She felt him buck forward and the head pushed in and her body seemed to suck his whole surging length up inside the long passage of her colon. Anya's pussy revolted, clenching and squirting her juices all over his balls when he rocked them against her with each thrust inside. She felt him tighten his grip around her body, felt his nails claw into her and panted as his thrusts grew faster and faster. Her eyes squeezed closed and she felt his head push to rest against the side of her neck, his hot breath on her chest as he fucked her ass wildly. When the knot began to swell, he growled and only fucked harder, knowing that he had to get it into the girl quickly or it wouldn't fit up her asshole once it was at full measure. Pulling back, he thrust with all of his might and felt his sack sink in, and then they were joined and he howled a long, throaty sound of his pleasure, his whole body rumbled with it. He could hear her cry out, as well, and knew that her pussy juices had exploded from her entry to smear along the front of his balls and the ground below him. Anya knew she was in for the long, forceful cum he would fill her ass with when the large gray beast settled down as Sergei had earlier, and his cock started to pulse and jerk as it shot burst after burst of hot gooey semen into the inner portions of her colon. Without even being aware of it, she fell asleep again in the tight embrace that he kept her in. When Anya woke up, it was still fully dark, so she knew she hadn't really been out very long, but she was empty, and she could feel cum slowly leaking out her gaped asshole as she laid on the forest floor. She knew she must be covered with dirt and leaves and God only knew what else, but she was warm, he must have only just left her. A tongue moved out and started licking a little around her asshole, but not with the same attention that Sergei had used and Anya opened her eyes and looked back to see the Rust colored wolf, Grigory, was the one stroking her with his wet, hot mouth. He saw her eyes on him and a low mumble of something moved up his throat, and then he used a paw and pushed her back down so that her breasts pressed into the ground again. When he sank down, her legs still stretched out on the ground beneath her, and her stomach and breasts on the ground, Anya whimpered, his body held her tightly where she was, and she could feel his heavy cock throb between the backs of her thighs. She could do nothing but close her eyes and bask in the feel of him slowly sliding that cock up to her ass, and then he was slowly, slowly, pushing the cockhead into the gape that Yakov had created. Slowly stretching her rectal walls until he had reached far inside. Then he pulled back out just as slowly before another howl shot out of him and he thrust powerfully, fully, up into her ass. She felt it stretch in all directions to accommodate his length and girth, and she delighted in the pleasurable cascade of contractions to her pussy muscle as with each hard, fast thrust he gave into her ass, the lonely, soaked cunt screamed for an orgasm. "Oh, fuck! Fuck my pussy!" She wailed as he continued to pump his large canine hips at her, the knot beginning to form. His head raised as he looked over at his alpha with a growl, and then he pumped with intensity, shoving the knot in, making her cry out again as he slowed, feeling her cum drench his balls, delighting in the way her ass muscles tightened around his cock. He continued rocking in her until he saw the alpha rise up and move back toward them fluidly. Anya felt the wolf connected to her tighten his cock and his cum started its delicious and time consuming flow into her already cum filled ass, and knew he had bowed his head to Sergei who had stopped near her head. She felt Grigory wrap his front paws around her, not caring that he scratched her a little as had Yakov, and she felt her body fold up against his huge furry chest, and then he rolled them suddenly, so that he was on his back and she, still very much connected to the huge cock in her ass, was now on top, exposed to the heavily breathing alpha who had immediately moved in and was pressing his snout against her breasts, and his tongue was inching out to lick her hard nipples. He then moved his body around so that he could shove his tongue hard and fast up into her pussy which twirled and pulsed as he devoured her juices. She cried out, letting her head fall back against the hot body of Grigory beneath her. She'd been filled in both holes at the same time, but never by two different men...let alone these huge massive wolves that were hot for her. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 10 "Sergei." She whimpered as he raised his paws up and moved his lower body into line with hers, his huge cock coming fully into her eyesight. Anya felt her mouth drop open, she'd felt that cock in her pussy once tonight, but was amazed that she'd been able to take it, he was so much larger than a regular man. When his cock head was in line with her wet pussy, he immediately fell forward, bucking in with force as his front paws pounded down into the ground on either side of the rumbling wolf beneath her. She felt his thick meat push and stretch and fill her pussy, which shivered and sprayed her response as it went higher and higher. He didn't stop until she felt his knot at the opening of her pussy lips. Taking it when she had a knot in her asshole would be wholly intense and she figured it would either tear her open or give her the hardest orgasm ever, so she stretched her thighs wider and ground down on the cock in her ass, making the wolf beneath her growl and the wolf above yipped and crashed his hips into her again, sending the knot in, making her breath catch and her body shook and she felt the orgasm and it was glorious. Afterward, Anya stood on shaky legs and felt fluid run down between them as the two wolves who had just disconnected from her licked and licked at the cum, theirs and hers before it had a chance to touch the ground. She'd looked at the slippery wetness and saw absolutely no blood, which amazed her. How had she not torn? Putting her hand between her legs and touching both holes, she didn't feel any pain, no sharp spikes of it that would be apparent and bit her lip. She'd taken them both, and it had been so incredibly sexy. Shaking, she knew there was one wolf who she hadn't pleased tonight, and she looked over to see Yegor pacing along the tree line, obviously frustrated at having had to be last. It had probably happened like this because he'd touched her before the alpha. He had been punished, but now he knew his time had come and he was watching her closely as he moved his large, lithe body along the forest ground. "Yakov, can you sit up, your front legs straight? I would like to try something." She purred and heard several rumbles from her audience as she approached the largest wolf. His cock was half aroused and partially secured in a furry sheath. He sat down instantly and stiffened as she moved to stand facing him. Anya's eyes sparkled as she thought about the picture she had seen online of what she wanted to try. She figured it would be right up the feisty wolf moving in behind her's alley. "Yegor, patience, my boy," Anya turned to half look at him, "I'm going to bend over and you're gonna put your front paws on Yakov's shoulders and your cock is gonna fuck me hard, ok? And I'm going to make your brother come in my mouth." Her last sentence came out in an overly aroused whimper and she felt both wolves rumble their desire for the whole of it. She pulled her hair behind her ears and, keeping her knees straight, she bent down, letting her back smooth down the hard hairy chest, her face bent towards him, mouth open and already dripping her saliva down to the cock that was steadily increasing in size and pushing farther out of the sheath. When she felt her lips smush against the tip, she opened her mouth and licked his head with her lips, feeling him instantly put his front paws around both of her legs and holding her tightly where she was. She had just pushed the tip of her tongue into the hole in the middle of his tip, feeling him shudder against her, when Yegor moved in from behind and raised onto his back legs, his cock seeking for and quickly finding her gaping asshole, moving into it and sinking hard inside, a strong howl of aggression coming from his large body as he clawed his nails into Yakov's coat, who didn't seem to mind as he watched the girl's asshole eat the man's heavy shaft. Anya shook uncontrollably, completely unable to focus on the cock before her face as she adjusted to the maddening way the wolf filled her bent as she was. He had complete and total access to her ass, and his hard, pumping thrusts were rapid and wild, fucking down onto her ass with punch after punch of unrelenting passion. His knot pushed in, rocking her with an enormous orgasm and she cried out again, her hands moving from the ground to the penis she could feel slapping against her face. She could tell Yakov was impatient. Opening her mouth wide, she forced it around his head. He was engorged now, and it took some work to get it into her mouth, but Anya was determined, she would eat his cock, as much as she could, and he would come in her throat. He bucked forward and she felt her jaw widen more and his shaft hit the back of her throat. Her eyes closed, she didn't think she could take him in farther than that, his cock thickened a lot after the first five inches or so. He wasn't blocking her airway, except for when Yegor's excited movements into her ass pushed her down and he slammed against the back of her throat. The feeling was intense, and she knew the wolf was fighting with the man in Yakov to stay where he was and not pull her back up to attack her empty pussy. Anya felt Yegor begin to cum, but he didn't stop bucking, making the knot tug at her asshole and then pushing so far in that she felt his balls crush against her pussy. She happily accepted wave after wave of his semen in her ass and continued to move over Yakov's cock, her saliva mixing with his pre cum. Pulling all the way off, she tried to speak loud and controlled enough for him to hear and understand. "I want you to fuck all my holes, Yakov, I want your cum everywhere, but right now, I want it in my mouth, please, cum in my mouth." She felt him heat up against her and he held her painfully tight as he bucked in short rapid bursts, his cock pushing into her throat as far as he could get it. Finally, what seemed like hours later, he howled and shot a hot glob of cum upwards into her throat and she swallowed and swallowed, her hands tight in either side of the knot that would never have fit into her mouth. She knew his cum was overloading her stomach and falling back out of her throat through her nose and the corners of her mouth, but she didn't care, the feel of his coming took her body over the edge and she allowed the sensation of it all to take over. When Yegor slid out of her, she felt the muscles in her ass and thighs relax a little. Yakov had pulled out so that just his head was in her mouth as he continued to cum inside, and Anya had put her hands on his back legs while she licked and drank from him. She was so wrapped up in fucking the man who she'd had an instant attraction to when he'd pulled the lid off of her box that she didn't even realize that there was a big black wolf moving in close behind her, his eyes on her dripping wet cunt as he soundlessly advanced. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 11 Anya whimpered when Yakov shifted away from her, far enough that his cock came fully out of her mouth and she was sprayed in the face with his remaining cum. She opened her sore mouth to take him back in but stopped, everything in her tightening as something hard and heavy hit the back of her and a cock the goddamned size of Detroit shoved all the way into her rolling pussy. As it exploded with her pussy juices, Anya felt him thrust hard, really hard, almost too hard now, and he was digging his paws not into Yakov's shoulders, but into her ass. Poor Yakov was basically there for physical support as his alpha fucked their prey, prey that he had marked despite the long standing regulation made with Vorhees that he would never mark another girl. Doing so caused too many problems. Not so much for the girl, but for him in his pack. They didn't like being kept from a wet and willing pussy until he'd had his fill and his cum had born fruit, but he hadn't been able to stop with this one. She'd been a little older, more sure of herself than some of the other subs that had been brought to their northern reserve. He'd bit her before he'd even realized that he'd done it. Now, he didn't care about the consequences. He knew what they would do to her when she returned, and he didn't care. He had the last time, he'd cared a great deal and the pain of what had happened had eaten at him for years, and he'd refused to take a sub from Vorhees, which had made many of his former pack members pull away and find new packs. His knot was swollen now and he growled as he bucked wildly to get it inside, which he finally did. When he was connected to her, Sergei tugged Anya out of Yakov's hold and moved her so that her breasts were pressed to the ground below her and he was able to lay atop her again as he filled her with his hot cum. He licked her face, tasting his brother, and cleaned her off as he settled in for a slow completion. Anya prayed that she was done getting fucked by these wolves when he finally pulled from her, and she rolled onto her back so that she could breathe easier as Sergei loomed large over her and the other three wolves moved closer. The big snout of the alpha moved over her pussy and licked at the moisture there, and sniffed heavily. The other three wolves did the same, rumblings in their chest as they took in her scent and looked towards their alpha in expectant anticipation. Anya watched as Sergei knelt and licked and sniffed at her pussy again before looking back at his pack and inclining his head very slowly. Yegor let out a yelp, but it was Grigory that was closest to her, and he had moved down to cover her body with her still on her back on the ground. She felt his thick cock place itself at her pussy and he slowly shoved upwards while the other two wolves growled and nipped at the rust colored fur on his back. Now she knew how Sergei had gotten his scars. They weren't afraid to use their claws, they'd used them on her and then licked them after to cause them to heal up into thin red lines. She spread her legs, allowing him to go farther into her weeping hole and as his knot came close, Anya heard the wolf howl, happy, apparently, to finally have access to her pussy and its hot slippery juice. She didn't know what had made Sergei agree to it, but she suddenly didn't care. Grigory wasn't bucking as hard as he had before, and when he pushed the knot into her pussy, he settled in and immediately started coming, his body vibrating with his joy to couple with her this way. Anya had to admit, she was emotionally more connected when they were tight in her pussy, the sensation was much stronger, more intimate than when they were shoved high up her ass, but oh, she liked that feeling, as well. She moved her weakened legs so that she could work them up his chest so that they pressed between her upper body and his chest to stretch herself in half, pushing her pussy up and out so that he could sink further and his whole body hummed in appreciation. Jesus, this felt really fucking intimate, and insanely satisfying and Anya laid her head back and closed her eyes, letting the squirt of his cum into her pussy be her focus. She fucking loved this. She wanted more, and she'd already had way too much. Grigory pulled from her pussy just as slowly and left her on the ground, leaking his cum onto it as he backed away, going to sit behind his alpha as Yegor and Yakov glared at each other. Yakov finally snorted and growled and jerked his head up and down and towards her before sitting down. Yegor howled shortly and then moved over to her. Licking her pussy, he sent his tongue into her delicious juice filled cavern, and then moved his snout beneath each of her knees to lift them to scissor up and out. She tried to push herself up so her pussy aligned better with his cock when he moved forward and fucked hard into her, but she was so weak, the second he filled her, she dropped her ass and let him ride her pussy in long, full thrusts until he got his knot in like they had all done every time they'd ridden her delicious holes, and then he hunkered down over her and filled her with his cum. She could see Yakov out of the corner of her eye, knew he was impatient now and was pacing close beside them. Anya realized that it wasn't as dark as it had been. They were in the early morning hours now, she'd been fucked so many times, she wouldn't have been surprised if half a day had passed, but the sun hadn't risen yet over the horizon. Yakov seemed more and more anxious and he began to growl angrily at his youngest brother and Yegor shook his hips slightly over her to try to speed up his ejaculation into her. Anya could see the hard desire in Yakov's strained eyes and looking over at the alpha, she could see that even he was growling low, telling Yegor to hurry up and get out of her pussy. She had another cock to fuck deep. Why were they hurrying? "Yegor, out!" She cried and felt him stiffen and yank at his cock, howling when the knot didn't budge and Anya felt her body roughly pulled under him as he moved back a few steps. She was impaled on a fucking dick that wouldn't let go. Whimpering, she looked at Yakov, and pushed at the furry chest of the wolf inside of her. He bucked hard now, squirting his jizz and finally, with his knot only half down, he was able to squeeze out of her stretched pussy as Anya groaned against him. "I'm sorry Yegor, boy, I'm sorry that I rushed you." She told him as he howled and sat and licked at his cock, pulling from her had been more painful for him than for her, apparently, and licking it was all he could do to help with the throbbing. Anya looked to Yakov and didn't have time to prepare herself for the way his snout shoved under the small of her back and she was tossed harshly onto her stomach. Then he was behind her and over her, his front paws wrapping around her body as his back arched down around her, his cock searching out and finding her stretched, wet pussy and with one, urgent thrust of his hips, he was in her to the knot, then he began to thrust over and over, stopping just before the knot actually passed her pussy lips. She was crying out in need for so long she thought he was going to cum in her without connecting, which would make her miserable, she wanted this connection with Yakov, she felt like she knew the other three wolves completely, and she needed to know him, she needed, fuck! He howled and his cock tore deeper, the knot anchoring her to his cock and he continued thrusting as he began to come. The heat of it, the way she felt fueled by him and fused to him made Anya's whole body shake with a completion that wasn't just for him, but for the four of them, a culmination of everything that had occurred to her on this forest floor over night. When he slowly pulled from her pussy later and laid her down on the ground on her back, Anya had a truly sated smile softly spreading across her full, bruised lips and she turned her head to open her eyes and look towards the horizon that was in view through the trees a bit. She could see the first rays of the sun kiss the edge of the sky and she bit her lip. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful thing to see after this amazing night of fucking these four gorgeous wolves. She'd never thought she'd like being hunted by someone, and now she felt her pussy clench as she remembered just how much she'd loved it. Turning her head, she looked up at Yakov, not seeing the big gray wolf that had just fucked her, but the man that she'd seen the night before. He was squatting over her, between her legs, and he had a warm, pleased smile on his face. "That's why you were so upset." Anya explained with a tired chuckle and giggled as the man stood straight and he stepped back as Sergei stepped forward and picked her up in his arms and held her still for a moment so she could wrap her arms around her neck. "He didn't want to go through the change in the middle of it. We're usually a lot...quicker." Sergei said darkly against her ear and Anya shivered, moving closer. "I'm glad you weren't quicker." Anya said, knowing she flushed, wondering how she could suddenly feel shy around these men. She felt like she'd known them her whole life. Sergei had been in pain for many years, she could feel that when he was inside of her, immense pain, both physical and mental. And he was old, centuries, probably, and he had lived a great many places around the world. Yegor, she looked over at the face of the man she'd seen skip into the house the night before, was the newest of their group, as well as the youngest. He was cocky and good natured and was still learning to appropriately react to his alpha's moodiness. Grigory was the quiet one, but he was also the one who loved his pack brothers the truest. He'd been with Sergei for years. As she met his blue eyes, he smiled at her softly and tilted his head a little, he was the type of man you could lose yourself in for years. He was the type of man you would move mountains for if he needed it. Her body was heated as she considered each of the men, and she felt Sergei start to walk with her in his hands still, back toward the small cabin. She looked back over his shoulder shyly at the largest man of their group and found herself smiling at Yakov. His eyes, they were a mix of brown and green, she was pretty sure, were centered on her face as his alpha moved them along. Yakov was actually older than Sergei, though he didn't really look it, and he'd been one of the men who had given their alpha some of the scars he bore. Something had happened at some point in the pack and it had very nearly broken them, but she didn't know what it was, she only read bits and pieces, things they didn't lock between closed doors. He was honest, loyal, he knew the alpha wanted to keep her, and knew it could get them in trouble, and he was conflicted about his own feelings for her. None of them had expected the hunt to be so passionate, so fulfilling. "Do you all actually live in that tiny cabin?" She asked when it came into view. Sergei's chest rumbled, "No. We own this land and come up here when we're on a hunt for Vorhees. They require a secure location. We live elsewhere." She knew that was all he would tell her. She somehow knew that none of the men she fucked would be allowed to divulge any truly personal information. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked a moment later when she was moved to a standing position in the bathroom, Sergei had stepped back and Yakov had entered the small room with her. "You're dirty, Anya. Yakov is going to bathe you." Sergei stared at her with his gray eyes. "Oh." Anya looked down at herself. She was dirty, terribly so. She was covered in dried cum, smeared mud and bits of leaves and other stuff. She didn't look at herself very long, though, afraid she would see something alive on her body. Yakov smiled and turned on the shower. Sergei closed the door leaving them alone together and the large man put his hands on her waist to put her into the shower, stepping in himself, none of them were wearing clothes during the walk back, but she was the only one that had gotten this dirty. She closed her eyes as the hot water hit her back and she closed her eyes and leaned into the man with her. He shivered against her and moved his arms around her for a moment before putting his hands on her face to move her head to get her hair wet. Anya watched his facial movements as he washed her, and when he smiled suddenly as if something amused him, she put a hand on his wide chest. "What?" "You called him 'Rover' you're lucky he didn't drag you by your hair for a mile." His dark words made her shiver and grin. "He did bite me." She muttered as he spread shampoo in her hair and he paused and looked at her a moment before sighing. "Yeah, he did." He muttered, putting her back under the water before she could ask more about the bite. She'd, unfortunately, bare that particular mark for the rest of her life. Their saliva had healing properties but it didn't prevent scarring. And Sergei had bit her deeply. Yakov reached for a wash cloth and smeared a large glob of soap onto it and then slowly began to rub her body, starting at her face and going south from there. She enjoyed the feeling of his fingers surrounding and kneading her breasts, knowing he was intentionally caressing them roughly, she could see and feel his chest move deeper as he became aroused by her. He cleaned her to the spot just above her clit before turning her around and spreading the cloth over her neck and behind her ears. He made his way down from there, as well and washed and rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks and then squatted behind her and washed down the back of her legs before reaching around her front and doing the same there. Gently, he lifted her feet, one at a time while she leaned against the tiled wall with her hands, and he washed her feet. When he was done with the second foot, he made sure to put it down so that her feel were spread about a foot and a half apart. The cloth reached up and rubbed more roughly along the tip of her clit and back, spreading over her pussy and then cleaning around her asshole and the thin line of her crack. When he had gotten her soaped up, he stayed squatting and then moved her more towards the water and watched as the water slid down her slim, tight body and she was rinsed and clean against him in the shower. He could clearly see the many claw marks on her. Most of them were shallow enough that it would take only a few licks and they would heal, and fade into nothing, but there were a few, clustered around her hip bones and on the fronts of her shoulders that he worried would be a little more visible, but just marginally so. Scooting her towards him, he rose enough to reach the ones on her shoulder, licking them several times as she shivered against him. Then he moved back down, squatting low so he could like the rest of the scratches as he went before turning her ass back into view so he could once again lick the bite mark on her ass. There was just no way to make that one fade. She'd gotten bitten by an impassioned werewolf and it would show. Moving slightly back, he sniffed at her, his body tingling at her lovely female scent. She smelled like his pack, and to another werewolf pack, the scent would be more than clear who she belonged to. Yet this woman did not belong to them. It had been a long time since a pack kept their prey. Female werewolves had long ago fought to change their male partners proclivities of collecting female humans to mate with during the moon. Anya bit her lip when she felt his nose press into the cleft of her ass crack and his tongue sought out and found her puckered asshole, sliding in as he groaned, his arms smoothing up her body to squeeze her tits. Her hands went back to his shoulders as she pushed into him. His tongue never stopped moving, and she felt one hand slowly lower back down and two fingers shoved inside of her wet pussy. She was still stretched, but her body was still able to clench him and he growled at the juice she soaked his fingers with. Turning her around, he sent her a look of need before he pulled her thighs over his shoulders, her back against the tile now, as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked it tightly into his hot mouth. She cried out and buried her hands in his hair. His mouth finally opened and he ate at her pussy, sucking in her juice, biting, licking, his teeth closing down on her labia, but not hard enough to make a wound, and she stretched against him, her orgasm quick and hard, squeezing his head with her thighs as he sucked in her juice. Once he drank all she had to offer, Yakov stood straight again and re-wet the washcloth and rubbed it in between her legs. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel for her and turned off the water. Pulling her out of the shower, he wrapped the warm, thick fabric around her and smiled as the size of it seemed to completely consume her small body. She was probably starving. Grabbing the jar of goo that he would need to use on her, he opened the bathroom door and walked out with her at his side. Anya looked up and saw that the three other men were sitting at the table in the cabin, glaring at each other, Grigory had apparently just been growling at his alpha when she'd appeared and he stopped. They all stared at her as she came out into the room. The tension was palpable and she worried that she had caused a problem for the pack, and it all seemed to center on the fact that she had been bitten by Sergei. The alpha stood as she stared at him. None of them had put clothes back on, but she saw Yegor reach for his jeans. "We must feed you. You have to be on the road in less than an hour." Yakov said, waving to the stove, watching Grigory rise to go fix her some food. "Wait." Anya frowned, every man in the room stopped moving. "What? You must make the plane, Anya. You don't have a choice in that, you know that." Sergei said, his voice was tight. "I can't-I can't leave you like this." She told them. "Like what?" Yakov asked at her side as he opened the lid of the jar and Anya got a whiff of the contents, it was the skin tightening solution from Chrysanthulus. She stepped back from it. "Wait. Just, I can't leave you like this. There's something starting to separate the f-four of you and I don't want to be the cause of it. Whatever it is, it's got to stop. I want you," Anya searched her head for what to do, "I want you, Yakov, go sit on the bed, all the way back so that you knees touch the edge." Yakov put the jar down and gave her a hard look of confusion, as if to say that she was the sub, not them. Well, damnit, right now they needed to do what she said. They'd find out soon enough that what she was going to have them do was going to put her in an incredibly submissive position. "Do it." She frowned, pointing to the bed. Yakov looked at his alpha and saw the man nod. He immediately moved away from the girl and sat on the firm mattress, with the backs of his knees pressed against the edge of it, as she had requested. When he was there, she walked over, her body shaking and her nipples tight. "Sergei, please," She closed her eyes as she moved herself up to sit on top of the man who was emitting sounds that sounded way more animal than human, "Please come sit on your knees to either side, facing me." She watched as he did and frowned, it wasn't a good angle. Looking up at his gray eyes she signed heavily, "Maybe instead you could stand on the bed, facing me, your feet under his shoulders, lay back, Yakov." She ordered and watched as they both complied. Holy, shit, she was really going to do this. But she knew she could, they weren't as big now as they were in wolf form, and they needed her to. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 11 Her eyes locked onto Sergei's and she took a hold of Yakov's stiff cock and as he groaned and moved to stop her, Sergei growled at him and Anya lifted herself enough to shove the head of it into her pussy and then slowly lowered herself until he was firmly planted to his balls inside of her. She thanked God silently that their knot didn't swell when they were human. Yakov didn't sound like a human right now, he seemed to be fighting his wolf side quite desperately at this unexpected pleasure of having her pussy eat him again. "Grigory, there's a footstool over there, by that chair under the window. Bring it here and get on your knees between Yakov's legs." Anya whimpered when Yakov put his hands on her hips and bucked up hard. "Yakov, wait!" He stilled, not from her voice, but from the growling voice of his alpha, and Anya watched as the dusky haired man reached down and put his hand on the face of his brother, immediately Yakov went still beneath her. She could almost feel the bond reassert itself, pulling them back together, and she hadn't even gotten everyone where she wanted them yet. "I'm here, Anya." Grigory whispered hoarsely behind her, and she felt him lean forward, putting his hairy chest on her back. "I think you can guess where I want your cock, Grigory." She whispered, watching as Grigory grabbed Yakov's legs and pulling him forward off the mattress enough for him to be able to kneel on the footstool he was on and shove his hard, thick cock up into her ass, which gladly accepted the passage. Anya panted at the penetration of both of them inside at the same time and if it wasn't for the young man watching them, his own ache to be a part of it practically paralyzing him, she would have told the two within her body to fuck her silly. "Yegor, come here." She almost laughed at the speed with which he was brought to her. "Put your feet on either side of Yakov, face me, yes, like that." Anya looked up at the alpha and saw him smile, he had figured it out. "I want you and your brother both in my ass. I can take it, I took your cock when you were a wolf, I can take both now." She wouldn't have been able to if Yakov had used that jar in the bathroom. "Anya, it will be awkward." Grigory had his hands in the back of her calves, she felt the concern coursing through him. "It's really all right, Grigory. I'll take it. I want it. I want the four of you to do this together, as a family." She said and felt Yegor move into a position that gave him room that he could maintain and be inside of her ass. She knew Grigory had put his hands on his brother to hold him more securely and she raised her eyes back up to their alpha brother as she felt the head of Yegor push against the stretched asshole and press against the cock that had already filled it. She was right, it pushed inside, sliding deep, joining its brother and stopping at his base. Anya shook. She had three cocks inside her. She wished she could fit Sergei in her pussy with Yakov, but Yakov was a bit larger than his other two brothers, but only just. And she had no idea how to make it happen. Instead, she looked up at the man standing over her, his whole body was shaking as he stared down at her. "Sergei. Anya, Sergei isn't inside of you. There's nowhere he will fit down here." Yegor moaned, the feeling of being with her, with his brothers, it was the most intense thing he had ever experienced, he wanted to come now, before they had even started. "I have a hole that's empty that I want Sergei to fill very much, Yegor." She soothed the young wolf and watched as Sergei smiled wide and moved forward, grabbing her head with force and pulling her onto his cock, hitting the back of her throat instantly, and she felt her pussy clench around Yakov, which caused him to howl and pull out slightly and thrust back up, which made Grigory buck forward and Yegor shoved hard in and out as well. Her pussy juice coated Yakov completely and her eyes closed as stars floated around her from the overwhelming sensation of being fucked by four beautiful cocks at one time. The men behind her knew they had to move in and out by only a few inches, otherwise, they were having to shove their cocks back in her asshole, which they did intentionally every once in a while just to feel the added pressure. Yakov had stopped moving, knowing the two cocks in her ass created more than enough friction within her to send him into eventual orgasm. Instead, he put his large hands around her slim waist and held her down tightly on his throbbing cock. Anya kept her eyes glued to the gray ones that belonged to the cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth more, allowing him to surge farther into her throat. She tilted her neck at an angle that allowed more of him inside and felt him growl against her and he thrust his hips forward quickly, taking complete control of how his cock filled her mouth and throat. Little by little, the men felt their orgasm build deep in their bodies and they knew that when they came in this delicious bit of female, it would be powerful, and their bond would be just as tight, if not tighter, to each other. She'd made sure the pack would make it through the mating that Sergei had inadvertently forced. Sergei would get through it this time, he wouldn't break like he did with the last girl. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 12 Anya didn't wake up when the lid was pulled off of the top of the box that she had been returned to earlier in the day. She had been placed inside, atop the flannel shirt that Sergei had been wearing the previous evening when they met. They'd been unwilling to go hunt down the satin pillow that she'd used on her trip to the forest, so they'd improvised a bit. They'd decided not to tie her back up, apparently the pack wasn't very into bondage, that was Mr. Hughes' kink, Yakov had muttered as they fitted the smaller satin pillows around her so that she wasn't roughed up by the wooden walls during the transfer. Yakov had been somewhat liberal with the lotion from Chrysanthulus and she had felt her holes tighten and he fingered the goo in and around each of them liberally. Then she'd been fed and forced to drink several glasses of water before she used the restroom once more and had walked outside with the four men, really hesitant in her steps as she thought about leaving them. Having to do so had brought a tear to her eye and she'd been pulled into a hard embrace with the alpha as he'd ordered her not to cry. "What we did to you was unnatural. You have to go. Mr. Hughes has plenty more for you to try. Do what he wants you to do, Anya." He'd told her, holding her chin in his rough hand before he moved forward and kissed her for the first time with his mouth, making her melt against him all over again. Instead of crying in front of the four of them, she'd bawled all the way to the airport, at least until she'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. She'd slept the entire flight and hadn't felt being transferred from place to place, not even when the metal cart had moved her back to the patio where she'd first been put inside of it. The bright light of the midday sun warmed her face and the tops of her breasts and knees that showed from inside the box and Anya slowly fluttered open her eyelashes. Tilting her neck back, she saw Mr. Hughes standing over her, quietly watching, wearing yet another black suit. She looked at him for a few moments quietly, taking in his firm jaw, the way he still looked just a few days shy of a shave, and how his body filled out his clothing. Anya squinted her eyes a little. "I told Mr. Bricker 'no dogs.'" She said to him and watched as his smile stretched across his face as he reached into the box and helped her out of it. "They weren't exactly on the same branch of canine, Anya. Looking at you, you seem to have handled it relatively well." His eyes moved from her face and travelled along her lower body. He put a hand on her arm and turned her so that he could see her back, as well. She felt him stiffen just the slightest bit beside her and looked to see that his lips were pressed together a little tightly. He didn't respond otherwise, however, and instead left her side for a moment to go to a table near the back entrance to the mansion and he picked up a shake. When he turned to bring it to her, his face was once again relaxed. He spread his lips in a charming smile. "You must be famished, Anya. We will have to increase your food today so that you stay healthy. You've lost four pounds since yesterday." He told her as he handed her the shake and watched her face turn up to his in confusion. "How in the world can you tell that I lost four pounds?" She asked, then took a long drink of the shake, it tasted a little different this morning, more tart, and she took a smaller gulp because of it. "I am your master in the house, Anya, I know every inch of you, every bump and dip. You were exercised quite a bit last night, it seems. Thankfully, the few little scratches you have are barely visible." He put a hand on the bottom of the glass to raise it back towards her lips, "Please drink all of it, Anya. Every drop." "It tastes funnier today." Anya said before she took another large drink to appease him. "Who bit you, Anya? Was it the alpha?" Mr. Hughes knew the answer, the alpha would have attacked one of his betas if they had taken such a huge liberty. Sergei would have been the one, and he could imagine how well that had went for the pack. "Yes. It seemed to make everyone really angry." She nodded and again drank from the glass. "Of course it would. Keep drinking, Anya, and let's sit down." He waved to a pair of outdoor chaise lounges that they were close to on the patio. Anya nodded, walking beside him to the seats and sitting on one while he sat at her side, facing her. She drank several more times before he spoke again. "I am sorry that he bit you, Anya. Generally speaking, the wolf packs that we work with, they're under orders not to claim you in such a way." He looked at the contents of the glass. She had two more sips left. He motioned for her to take them. Anya licked her upper lip when she felt some of the liquid cling to it before asking her question, "Claim me?" "For mating purposes. If a wolf claims a girl, be she human or wolf, only the one who she bears the bite of is allowed in her pussy before she's bred." He said softly as she finished the glass. Mr. Hughes took it from her, and Anya watched him walk away and put it on the table. He said something she couldn't hear to Shi who had been hiding just within the doors, and the woman nodded and disappeared for just a moment. Mr. Hughes looked over his shoulder at Anya who was still sitting in her seat, anxious to question him about what he just said. Shi returned, and she handed him another shake. Jesus, fuck, how much were they going to make her drink at once? "What do you mean, bred?" Anya asked as he shoved the new glass into her hands. "I mean that the litter you bore would be all his progeny. Not the pack's. Wolves these days are very careful about who they bite, especially when there are female wolves in the pack. It can cause problems, especially if it's the alpha, and he bites more than one." "Stop, Mr. Hughes. You're telling me that I'm pregnant, with a l-litter?" "How many times were you fucked before Sergei allowed the others to cum in your pussy?" He asked gently as he pushed the glass to her lips. This one wasn't as tart. Anya drank the shake for a few moments while she tried to remember, she had fucked so very much and so very hard last night and this morning. "F-five? No, six. Sergei came in my pussy three times before he let the rest of the pack fuck me that way." "Then you likely have six eggs inseminated within you. When you fuck a werewolf, it makes your ovaries work differently. Instead of producing one egg a month, you change to spontaneous ovulation. Fucking makes you produce an egg. It doesn't seem to matter which hole they use, you ovulate each time." Mr. Hughes explained, watching as she quickly drank the rest of the shake before handing him the empty glass. She was shivering a little and her eyes had closed. Putting a hand on her knee, her watched her breathe in deeply and then she finally opened her eyes to look at him. "But every additional time I was fucked, didn't I just produce another egg?" She would have made many more eggs, wouldn't she? At least three? None of this made sense. "No. Once the alpha smells that he took seed in you, he sends out a chemical signal to the other wolves. Their anatomy is a bit different, they have a store of cum inside their wolf forms that they can shut off and connect to the human anatomy." Anya shook her head, total crazy talk, she didn't understand any of it, "But their human cum?" "They're sterile in their human form." He stood up again and walked the empty glass over to the tray and then turned back and walked towards her. "So I'm pregnant with six babies?" The thought made her feel a little sick to her stomach and she put a hand over it as she stood. He moved forward as if to assist her and she put her other hand up, asking him to give her space. She did no want to be pregnant. That was not why she had come here. "No. Not anymore." Mr. Hughes said in a very soft voice. Anya frowned and looked up at him, "What are you saying? You just told me he got me pregnant." "The first shake I had you drink contained a chemical that would painlessly dissolve the fertilized egg. It won't affect your overall fertility." "You WHAT?" Anya gasped, surprised that he would do such a thing without telling her first. "Anya, this was always the plan for when you visited the wolves. Even if he hadn't claimed you, you would have gotten pregnant, but by the pack as a whole, not just Sergei. They are aware of our policy that all interactions at Vorhees have no lasting repercussions. It would have been...difficult for you to bear a pregnancy, let alone the raising of five or six of their cubs." His voice was deep, soothing, his hand was on her shoulder now as she concentrated on her breathing and took in the information. "Why didn't you just give me a pill before I went, like what Mr. Bricker did?" She asked, still not very happy that he had done what he did without discussing it with her. "Spontaneous ovulation, Anya. They would have kept fucking you until you were bred. That's the way wolves work." "So you knew I would come back pregnant no matter what." "Letting them impregnate you, at least for a few hours, is the only way it works for these appointments with wolf packs. They are very aware of the conditions to be involved with Vorhees. Sergei knew that any embryos he had created would be destroyed before life formed. It doesn't make it easy, but it serves his purpose and ours." "His purpose?" "To breed." "And yours is to keep my pussy open and ready, free of complications." Anya frowned and watched as the man nodded at her. "Something like that, Anya." "You could have told me." "I cannot tell you who your appointments are with." "The hell you can't." "I can't." Mr. Hughes' face became more like the face he reserved for the inside of the house and she shivered. "You could have at least told me that I would be impregnated and that when I returned, I would have been given the means to get rid of it." "And what if you refused, either to go or to drink the shake when you came back?" "Mr. Hughes," Anya sighed, "I have four children that I am raising on my own. Do you really think I would welcome the thought of raising ten on my own? I would have drank the damn thing faster." He looked at her, mild surprise and a slight smirk on his face as he nodded. "Perhaps I will be able to keep you better informed in the future." "Maybe so." "Anya, let's go inside." "Do I have an appointment today?" "Yes, in a few hours. It's time for another lesson, first." "Are you going to fuck me?" Mr. Hughes smiled, reaching up and putting a hand on the back of her neck to guide her into the mansion. She tried to pause at the threshold, but couldn't, he was holding her rather forcefully, and her bare feet went over the line and she immediately dropped her head, knowing he would be looking to see if she submitted to him. "Good girl, attention." He said and watched her put her hands behind her back and stand with her feet together in the dining room that he knew would fill up soon. Shi approached them with her collar, and he locked it around the girl's thin throat before taking hold of it and moving with her out of the dining room and towards the staircase that would take her up to her bedroom. Apparently, Anya thought to herself as she walked up the stairs, her two shakes made it unnecessary for her to eat a solid meal for lunch. She allowed him to move her to her bedroom door and then inside the room, knowing he shut and locked the door behind him, leaving just the two of them inside. "Walk into the bathroom and use the toilet. I'll be in momentarily." He told her and Anya nodded, leaving his side and going into the room adjoined to her bedroom. She was washing her hands when he approached her, and she watched him through the mirror as he moved his hands up her sides and then around in front of her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Anya closed her eyes and let her head dip forward and whimpered, loving the feel of him touching her. He continued the caress for several minutes before he wrapped his arms around her, settling her back against his hard, delectable form, and she was moved from the sink and placed on her feet in the middle of the rather large bathroom. "Pnp, Anya." He said and Anya widened her eyes as she immediately assumed the position. On her shins, knees fully bent, her back arched backwards and her arms straight and above her head. She closed her eyes as she shivered, her pussy immediately getting wet as she wondered what he was going to do to her. "You have such a lovely little body now, Anya. It would have been a shame to see you get round with a bunch of puppies. Your stomach looks beautiful like this." She heard his words and breathed in, "Thank you, master." "I like that your eyes are closed, I want you to keep them closed." "Yes, master." Anya whimpered, worried now that he was standing over her very open body. "You are going to enjoy this part of the lesson, Anya, but I want you to stay still. Do you understand? I do not want you to move. If you do, I will punish you." "Yes, master." She panted, her pussy dripped. When Anya felt something hot hit her stomach, she cried out. It didn't burn, but it was slightly uncomfortable for the tiniest second. Then it warmed her skin and felt amazing. A candle? Was he using a candle on her? She'd read about that. It sounded sexy when she'd read it, which only made her pussy dance and demand that she allow this man to continue. "Can I continue?" He asked, as if he'd been reading her mind. "Yes, master." Fuck yes, again. A line dropped from her belly button to just above her clit and she moaned loudly. "I am surprised at how easy it is to make you wet, Anya. Already, your pussy lips are shining," He paused to drip wax onto her right breast. Holy shit, Anya panted, squeezing her eyes closed, it was intense and amazing. Then her left breast heated up. Her pussy juices threatened to explode. "Hold in your orgasm, Anya. I haven't told you to come." He said and then he dripped line after line of wax on her body, making her shake and tense and her body felt ready to collapse when she heard him walk away. "You should see your body, Anya, but unfortunately for you, you must keep your eyes closed. I know you're uncomfortable, but you must stay there." He walked back over, a fresh candle in his hand and he returned to dripping wax onto her, coating her stomach and thighs and hips and breasts. When he dripped onto her armpits, he was sure Anya was close to giving up and laying down on the ground. He raised the candle and moved his arm back towards her pussy, slowly pouring wax onto the mound just above her clit, reveling in the sound of the girl's voice as she shook uncontrollably and then he stood and blew the candle out. "Do not come, Anya. You do not want me to have to punish you." He warned her as he picked up the other item he had brought into the bathroom. "No, master." She whimpered, trying to focus on not opening her eyes. "I am going to take the wax off now, and I do not want to see that pussy of yours release." He said and then she felt something, many small somethings smack against her stomach and a portion of the wax there was knocked off. It didn't hurt, which surprised her, it was a pleasant sting as he had not hit her with all of his force, and then he was doing it again and again, moving it up and down her body, making her warm, and the tingling sensation the leather instrument left behind pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. Flogger, the word finally came to her as he hit it over her thighs. Mr. Hughes was using a flogger on her, and she fucking well loved it. When he finally snapped it over her pussy, she cried out, only just stopping herself from orgasming. He snapped it again. Anya wailed, she wouldn't be able to take a third time. "Do you want to come, Anya?" He asked, holding the handle still for a moment as he looked down at her body, flushed and sexy where he'd put the wax and removed it. "Yes, master." "Then by all means, come." He whispered, snapping the handle down on her pussy a third time, just a tiny bit harder and it was more than enough to make her pussy juices surge forth and flow from her fold in hard bursts. "Your pussy is drenched, Anya. Did you like that?" He asked, putting the flogger down and putting his hands on her sides to pull her up to stand. "Yes, master." Anya said, her eyes down respectfully as she leaned against his body, his fully clothed body, of course. She somehow knew he wasn't going to fuck her again and it annoyed her. Goddamnit, she wanted to fuck this man, even if he had made her mad about it before. "I want you to get in the tub now, Anya. Slowly lower yourself. You can see the tip of a dildo that is suctioned to the bottom in the water. I want your wet pussy to fuck it. Ass on the bottom of the tub and your legs out in front of you." He told her as he led her over and she saw a rounded rubber cock peeking out from under the bubbles in the water. "Yes, master." Anya did as he asked, stepping into the large tub and slowly sitting herself down until she was able to impale herself on the cock, not sure how long it was or how wide it would stretch her. "All the way down, Anya." He told her more firmly as she hesitated. Anya bit her lip and let her pussy muscles relax and she slid down onto the cock, it filled her completely by the time her ass hit the floor of the tub, and the girth was just as she figured it would be, the stretch felt amazing and she released her breath in a heavy sigh as she stretched her legs straight in front of her and sat where she was, enjoying the way the cock filled her. "I like seeing your pussy filled with a huge cock. Do you like me seeing you filled with a huge cock?" He whispered as he squatted near her at the side of the tub. Anya would love to have him fill her with his huge cock, but she didn't dare say it. As her pussy clenched, she remained still in the tub, waiting for him to tell her what he was going to do next. "Yes, master." "How about two huge cocks? Do you like me seeing you filled with two huge cocks?" His voice was hoarse now and Anya was desperate in her need to wriggle on the cock inside of her. "Yes, master." She nodded, fuck yeah, she wanted him to see her on two cocks! Her pussy was elated at the idea. He nodded, his blue eyes shining as he reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out another blindfold. Damnit, no! She wanted to see! Oh, she wanted to see him fuck her, no no no! She dropped her mouth open and gasped as he put the blindfold over her eyes and then she heard him walk towards the door. When he came back, he wasn't alone, she could tell. The water shivered around her as someone got into the water, and she knew it wasn't Mr. Hughes, he hadn't been gone long enough to get undressed. She shivered at the wonder of who was inside the tub with her. "Anya, keep your ass relaxed, it won't be lonely much longer." Mr. Hughes said as the person in the tub with her put there legs on either side of her, smooth legs, slim, like hers. It was a woman, Anya knew it before she felt the two large breasts rub their nipples against her back. Anya shivered, she'd never fucked a girl before. Her wrists were tied in satin ropes and then those ropes were tied to her collar. Anya gasped at her sudden inability to balance herself in the tub and was held up by the woman behind her. When she felt herself pushed forward slightly, Anya groaned, her pussy juices were building again from the pleasant sensation of the dildo in her rubbing hard against her aching insides. The movement had given the woman access to her ass, which she utilized immediately by pressing two fingers up inside. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 12 Anya cried out. "Is she tight, Deandra?" Mr. Hughes' voice made her shiver, she knew this woman. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hughes, she is very tight." The French accent surprised Anya, and then she realized that she had never actually heard Deandra speak before. "I need her opened, Deandra. She is with Bellator today." Bellator? Who was that? She had no idea what kind of creature she would be meeting from the name. She whimpered again as the girl behind her chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Hughes. She will definitely need to be opened." Anya felt the girl slip another finger inside and she began to rub the sides of Anya's asshole rhythmically, slowly, getting her asshole to gradually stop fighting to close around the three digits. As Deandra worked on her asshole, Anya felt someone else approach and begin to wash her body with a scratchy sponge. The experience was intense and when a fourth finger went into her ass, Anya felt herself buck against the cock in her pussy. "Knuckles inside, Deandra." She heard the order and stilled, fuck, the girl was going to have half her hand in Anya's ass. "Yes, Mr. Hughes." The servant felt the girl go limp again in the tub as she pushed her four fingers higher inside, not stopping until half of her palm was in the girl's ass. "The thumb." "Most definitely, Mr. Hughes, she is very hot for it." Anya heard the girl sound excited, and then she felt the hand press more to one side as Deandra tucked her thumb in the palm and she gasped when the girl slowly forced her whole hand inside her ass. Oh fuck! Anya came hard, the sensation as the hand went in, the way her asshole rubbed and stretched over the last obstacle that was the lower knuckle on her thumb, it was better than the whole huge cock pushed in her pussy. When the whole hand was in, Anya felt her asshole close around the wrist and seem to try to suck more of the girl's arm into her rectum. "Mr. Hughes, I am in." Deandra told her master and Anya wished the tub was empty so that Mr. Hughes could see how well she could take it in her ass and her pussy. She wanted to please him, wanted him to please her. "Splendid, Deandra. Now, I think Anya is ready for a good fisting, you think?" "Yes, Mr. Hughes, I do believe she is." Deandra said with a smile, one hand on the girl's shoulder as Shi washed the girl who smelled of the woods. Anya most definitely was ready for a good fisting, if that was what having Deandra's hand up her ass meant. Fist away! Her pussy joined in, clenching around the cock filling it. Deandra first spread her fingers out and heard Anya moan as her pussy pounded out another orgasm, and then she fisted her fingers again and pushed her hand higher into the girl's colon. She was halfway up to her elbow when she felt the closed muscle at the top of the girl's rectum. Slowly, gently, she rubbed and pushed against it to open the girl up to her entry. When she was able to bury her arm in the girl's ass to her elbow, Deandra stayed still, letting the rocking force of the girl's response to her entry slowly subside before she began to slowly move her hand in and out in a punching motion, knowing that Anya was quickly responding to the new experience. "Have you ever had a fist in your ass before?" Mr Hughes asked her quietly, watching as Anya shook her head, her whole face contorted as she delighted in the thrill of being so full. "Nnnno, master." "Do you like having her hand in your ass, Anya?" Mr. Hughes stood and removed his suit jacket. "Yes, master." Anya felt a cup full of water drop over her shampooed hair and held as still as she could as the person washing her finished. "Have you ever had a fist in your pussy, Anya?" The question from the man made Anya gasp and her chin shook. "No, master." "Do you want a fist in your pussy?" Absolutely, her pussy responded, yours. "Yes, master." She was not prepared to lose the one in her ass, however, and was sad to feel Deandra slowly back out of her and whimpered at the pop of having her exit. Then Anya was picked up by her armpits and removed from the tub, the rubber cock slipping out of her pussy as she went. They unlocked her arms first, and she felt them hang weakly at her sides for a moment. She was then wiped of the water that covered her, and her hair was towel dried. They brushed her hair and her teeth while she was blindfolded, and lotioned her with oil, this one sort of citrus in scent, lemons, maybe? Anya was so overwhelmed and was barely able to stand as she waited for the fist that she knew was headed for her pussy. Would it be Deandra? Mr. Hughes? The other person in the room? She figured it was Shi. They were the only three ever in her room. She felt herself led into the bedroom and she was stopped in the middle of the floor, biting her lip when she realized that she was on something that felt like terry cloth, but was much bigger than a regular towel. "Kiss the floor, Anya." Down she went, her legs tucked under her and her ass in the air. Her forehead touched the floor, and her palms on the ground beneath her. A fist, gooey and warm, returned to her ass and she groaned as it pushed inside of her with agonizing slowness. When she felt the last knuckle slide in, she whimpered, wanting to push back into it and having to wait for the girl, she knew by the size of the fist, to push farther inside of her. She stopped without pushing past the top muscle this time. "Anya, raise yourself a little. A foot between your mouth and the floor." Anya immediately raised herself and breathed harshly when she felt someone scoot themselves, or more appropriately, their pussy, under her face. Anya panted, yet another sexual act that she had never experienced before. "If you want a fist in your pussy, you need to eat Shi's pussy." Mr. Hughes voice said and Anya didn't wait, she lowered her mouth and surrounded Shi's clit, sucking on it and feeling the woman she kissed wrap her hands in Anya's hair. "I want you to drink all of her pussy juice, Anya." He ordered. "Yes, master." "You love the smell of her pussy juice, don't you?" She felt a finger push into her own pussy and groaned, sucking harder. "Yes, master." Shi bucked and she released the girl's clit and lowered her mouth to the girl's pussy lips, biting and sucking and licking deep, loving the smell and the taste of the flesh she ate. God, tasting a pussy was so much better than she had thought it would be, she wanted to drink Shi's cum, she wanted all of it. Another finger entered her and Anya felt her ass shake as the hand in it splayed open. She didn't stop her assault of Shi's pussy, however, and wished she could move her own fingers to the girl, knowing she would possibly be punished if she did, so she stayed still. Another finger moved into her pussy, and then a fourth immediately after. He was pushing in and out now, thrusting up harder, knocking against her pelvic neck as he readied her for a more forceful penetration. He was already stretching her with his four fingers, how would she possibly take his whole hand? Anya shivered. She felt more goo spread over her pussy lips and then the thumb slipped into place in his palm. Anya panted, she wanted him to fuck her so badly. With his cock, his hand, with all of him, she clenched and released over and over, knowing that as he slowly pushed his hand inside of her pussy, her juices were coating his fingers, and soon his thumb. He stopped when the widest part of his knuckle was surrounding the outer muscles of her pussy and he could feel her body quake and she was begging him to push it all the way, knowing when he did, the intense sensation would relax a little. He was sure she didn't realize that she was talking, but he ignored her, too intent on his course, twisting his wrist just a bit so he was able to slide in, hearing her impassioned scream fill the room as her body pulled him in and she was spasming in a massive orgasm. When they felt her go limp, her face buried in Shi's wet pussy, he hadn't even realized that Shi had joined Anya in the orgasm, but the black haired woman was panting and smiling up at the girl. Mr. Hughes nodded at her to move away, which she did after carefully setting Anya's head on its side on the terry cloth rug they'd put down to make the floor more comfortable. "Anya, stay where you are." He ordered her as he fisted his hand inside and pushed deeper into her, hearing her whimper. "Yes, master." Came her weak reply as both he and Deandra began to fist her holes. First one, then the other would push in before pulling back, filling, then retreating, taking and giving, until Anya was saturated with her pussy juices and she could no longer stop the wave after wave of release that came from her body. "Anya, your pussy is perfect, my dear. You're a very good fuck. Every one of your appointments will be extremely pleased with you this week." He told her, as if to tell her that he wasn't one of her appointments, that this was the closest he was actually going to get to fucking her himself. The massive disappointment was easier to bear when she was so sexually exhausted, but it stung nonetheless. He may be only her house master, but a master was supposed to fuck their slave, weren't they? She frowned as she felt Deandra slowly exit her ass. Mr. Hughes stayed, however, and she soon felt his fingers move sensually within her body, and then he slapped a hand down on her ass. "More, Anya?" He chuckled as she whimpered and shook against him. "Fuck yes...master. Yes, master." She cried out, and was rewarded with another slap on her shapely, rounded ass. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 13 "So fucking me with your cock seems to be completely out of the question." Anya said softly a little while later. Mr. Hughes had finished with her and she had come like crazy, her pussy pulsing with her hot gushing fluid as he twisted his fist and opened it and moved his fingers in crazy ways within her pussy. When he'd felt her fall down and out of position, he had pulled slowly, and with the utmost care, out of her pussy, watching the slippery pussy juice spill out onto the terry cloth. His hand was coated in her juice and her scent and he pulled enough of the cloth up to wipe as much of her off as he could before he stood and walked back into the bathroom, knowing that she wouldn't be able to move for a few minutes as her body simmered and her breathing pattern calmed. A few minutes later he had walked back out of the bathroom, his hands and forearm washed, his suit jacket pulled back around his muscled shoulders, buttoned professionally up the front, his eyes no long a fiery, intense blue as they had been when he'd been inside her pussy. Granted, the girl hadn't seen those eyes, she'd been blindfolded the entire time. He bent down and pulled the blindfold off and then lifted her to her feet. "Your appointment is expecting you." He said quietly and with one hand on her collar, he led her back out of the room. Mr. Hughes looked at her out of the side of his eyes as they walked slowly off the patio. "For a sub, you are starting to sound rather cheeky when allowed to speak freely." He cautioned her, knowing she caught the threat when she nodded and her green eyes lowered from his face for a moment. When she looked back up at him, he could see that they were clouded with tears, "Is it so incredibly wrong of me to want my master to fuck me? How could I not want to have you in my pussy if you have made me cum so incredibly hard manipulating me in other ways?" "Anya, there is a reason for your frustration. You must understand that every experience, everything we do to you here at Vorhees is done with the utmost of care, with great attention to your needs as well as that of our service providers." He heard her laugh lightly at his description of the people...and plant that had fucked her in the past few days. He wasn't going to tell her why, or tell her if he ever would fuck her. He was going to tell her nothing. "Where are we headed?" She asked instead. Mr. Hughes pointed right, to the back end of where the airfield was, she could barely see the building there for the woods that surrounded it. They were on a path that would lead them directly there. "How many?" She stepped closer to him when they reached the edge of the wood, she could feel his heat coming off of him as she stayed close. "One." "Oh." She smiled shyly. "One." "One...big...one." He emphasized the middle word and she grinned, slipping her hand carelessly within his, thankful that all he did was wrap his palm around it and continue walking. "Well, after yesterday, if it's just one today, it must be pretty...substantial." She heard him chuckle and he stopped walking and turned, his free hand going up and clutching her head, his hand buried in her hair. Anya gasped as his mouth moved down and covered hers. His kiss was deep, his tongue already thrusting within her mouth as his other hand left hers to surround her small body and bring it hard up against his. She moaned, or he did, maybe both, and Anya shuddered as he sought and licked and thrust and pressed and sucked at her mouth, her whole body responding with an immense amount of heat and desire shooting down to tumble and sizzle in her pussy. The kiss went on for only seconds, but Anya felt her ankles and knees shake as he slowly pulled back from her. He held her still for a few moments so that she could regain her ability to hold her position, before he turned again, took her hand back in his, and began walking her towards a large, enormously so, tan building. They were so close, and it was so tall, that she could barely see the thick, glass-looking ceiling that it had at its top. When they were at a door at the closest corner to them, Anya waited silently as Mr. Hughes pulled out a ring of keys. The heavy metal door was locked in four places. "Why is it locked in? Is it dangerous? Is it going to hurt me?" Anya asked him quietly after he had found the first key and slid it into the lock. "It is unlike many of the other non-humans in that it cannot change its appearance to mask itself in your human world. The locks do not hold him in, for he is strong enough to bust through if he desired. The locks are to keep curious passers by out." He told her, turning the first lock open. Anya's eyes widened. He had said 'your human world.' Mr. Hughes was not placing himself in that particular definition, meaning he wasn't human, and he had not yet told her what he was. But he had felt remarkably human when he'd held her. A key went into the second lock. "He is not dangerous, Anya. Not to you. You have nothing to fear from him, but a great deal of remarkable fucking. I don't expect to see you free of him until tomorrow morning." Mr. Hughes was on the third lock now. "Have you ever fucked any of the people that have been guests here?" She asked softly. "No." He answered just as quietly. "Have you ever kissed any of the other guests?" She treaded carefully, seeing his shoulder muscles tense as he slid the final key in the lock. "No." He said and tugged hard to release the metal door from its stays and she watched as the door pulled open only with a great deal of force. "Why-." "I'm done answering your questions, Anya. I won't oblige you by answering any more that concern me or my work here at the spa." He said with finality and took hold of one of her wrists and pulled her into the building. The first thing that Anya was hit with when entering was the diminished light inside, despite the fact that the ceiling let in full sun. Trees almost as tall as the building soared up from the ground almost everywhere she looked. Dirt paths marked crooked ways through the foliage that filled the air, foliage that was not indigenous to Canada, she was sure as she felt the heat, the humid sticky air around her. She was, for once, glad to be completely naked. Mr. Hughes had not stopped moving so that she could continue her perusal, but had taken her farther into the building towards the right and then had pointed to a wide, low lying rock that was about four feet long, but narrow, just wide enough to settle a human foot on. There were two heavy metal rings bolted into the rock on either side. Anya stepped up on to it, knowing that was what Mr. Hughes expected of her. He then moved in and turned her to face the large expanse of the building before her. Her legs were separated a little and she watched him reach into a wooden container that had been closed at their entry beside the rock. He'd opened it and had come out with leather ankle bracelets which he quickly put around her ankles and belted closed. Then he stood, two wrist bracelets in his hand that matched the ones on her feet. "Give me your wrists, Anya." He said, his voice thick as he waited. Anya immediately put her wrists in front of her and watched him as he belted the bracelets onto her small wrists and then he moved out of site for a moment. She stayed where she was, afraid to move off of the rock she was standing on, and even more afraid that the beast in this building would come to her while he was gone. "There is an arm position in bdsm that is referred to as the soar position. You straighten your arms to either side, and then lift them," He grinned lopsided, "It sort of looks like Christ on the cross, if you're familiar." "Not personally, but yes, I know what you're talking about." "Show me." His voice deepened as his eyes met hers and she did as he had said, her hands stretched straight up and to the sides. Anya held them there as he looked at her for a moment, and then he moved to a tree to her left and grabbed a chain that she hadn't even realized was there. He brought it over and connected the bracelet on her right wrist to the chain. Then he did the same with a chain on her left wrist bracelet. Once she was chained, he took a plastic remote of some sort out of his jacket pocket and pushed a button, and the chains moved simultaneously, and slowly, to make the binds tighten just enough on her wrists to force them to stay in the position that he had made her move them to. Then he pushed another button, and she watched as two more chains dropped from the trees somewhere above her, and she stayed still, shivering only slightly, as Mr. Hughes strapped a canvas strap around each of her upper arms. When he moved back, Anya watched him push another button and the chains above her raised up and she was hoisted off of her feet. He had moved her up several feet in the air, and it made her shake and gasp as she no longer controlled how any part of her body was positioned. She watched as he bent down and connected her ankle bracelets to much shorter chains, forcing her legs to spread farther apart until her pussy was scissored wide open. She groaned when she felt him slip a finger from her perineum to her clit, the feeling made her cunt weep and she opened her mouth and let her head droop forward in surrender when he took a step back and looked at what he had done to her. "Your consent must be given now, Anya." Anya frowned, this seemed to be a trend, "You say that before I see who I'm supposed to fuck every time Mr. Hughes, it hardly seems fair." He smiled at her and bent and put the remote in the wooden box and closed it. "Bellator can be testy, Anya, non-humans often are. If he wants to fuck you, he may take offense to your parlay." "He won't hurt me?" She asked. "No, he won't. Have I lied to you so far, Anya?" Mr. Hughes asked and Anya thought about the time when she'd been bitten on the ass by a werewolf, but no, that didn't count, it had only made her want to fuck the damned beast harder. "Not yet." "Then do you consent?" He asked. "Yes." "I will see you tomorrow, Anya." "No more tying me up later tonight?" He chuckled as he turned and walked back towards the door he had come from, "No, Anya, not tonight." She could hear the metal door being forcefully closed a moment later, and she tensed with every turn of the lock shutting her in this building with the still unseen non-human. Her breath was coming fast and she was finding the way she was hanging to send a repeated thrill of desire through her exposed pussy, and she knew she was slowly leaking her juices down the inside of her thighs. Ten minutes went by before she heard the slightest movement, a brush of a leaf, somewhere, she couldn't tell, the trees were pretty dense in this area. Another ten minutes went by and Anya felt a twig snap on the ground close behind her. Her breath caught for a moment, and then she was shaking, whatever was behind her was big, very very big, because he wasn't suspended in the air and she knew from the way his breath hit the top of her head that he still towered over her. She felt a movement on her sides and looked down to see large human hands reach around and clutch her breasts tightly. She whimpered and closed her eyes as he pebbled the nipples by squeezing on them hard. Then his hands moved off of her and she felt him just standing quietly behind her, his breathing deep and steady as he seemed to be taking her in. A few minutes later, she felt his hand smooth down her ass to round it and sink into her dripping pussy. She heard him make a strangely familiar sound as he felt her moisture kiss his finger as he shoved the long digit inside. She clutched his finger as tightly as she could, panting now, so ready to be fucked, so ready to know what this experience was going to do to her body, to her senses. She was so stirred up that when he pulled his finger from her, she whimpered in despair at the loss. "I am Bellator." He said suddenly. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had said, 'I am Tone-Loc' because his voice was so very similar to the other. "I'm Anya." She whispered, wishing he would touch her again. "Anya." His voice rolled like dripping honey off her body and she shifted uncomfortably in her hanging position, she knew her pussy juices were dripping straight down to the ground now. "You smell good, Anya. A good smell." He murmured and she felt one of his hands smooth down her back. "I can't smell you, at least...I just smell the trees." Anya looked at the forest around them. She felt him shift behind her and looked down when she felt something hard and loud settle onto the rock beneath where her feet were separated. She saw what looked like the two front limbs of a horse standing on the rock at the same time she felt a human chest press tightly up against her back. His arms reached back around her, one spread over her stomach to hold her ass against muscles that felt immensely powerful, and the other one covered one breast and cupped tightly to the other. "Smell now?" He asked as he moved his head in to the side of her neck and his mouth covered the skin of her throat and he suckled gently. "Yes." Anya gasped and let her head fall back against his shoulder, he shook behind her and his hand left her breast to cup her face and he moved his mouth up to her, kissing her deeply and nipping at her lips before pushing his tongue inside, once again, it was longer than a human tongue and pushed deep into her throat several times before he finally moved his face back from hers enough for her to turn her head up at his and see what his face looked like. He looked human, though he was slightly larger than a regular man would be. He had dark brown hair that hung long down his back, and his ears were tipped up at the back, ending a little higher than a human's ears, and at more of a point. His skin was olive and hard, the muscles of his shoulders told her that if she could see his chest, he would look as chiseled as a statue of Hercules. She thought he might say something more, but he didn't, instead he shifted back down off of the rock and she felt something hard begin to push against her asshole. Her eyes widened as the pucker widened and whatever it was he pushed in her slowly made its way into her rectum. It was long, ten inches at least, but only about three inches wide and not pulsing, it was a plug of some sort, she realized when her asshole closed a little around the peg at the bottom. She felt his hand move off of it and he smoothed down what felt like quite a bit of soft, flowing hair. "Made of my mane." He said as he petted the tail he had pushed into the girl, his cock slipping a little more from its sheath as he looked down at the girl who had been brought to him, seeing her with a tail made him all the more hard, the desire to fuck her growing slowing to a boil as he watched her whimper and shake, barely able to move her body from her tied position. "Oh God." He heard her groan and he put a hand between her legs to feel that her pussy had coated its outer lips with a hard climax. He brought the fingers to his mouth and licked her taste, making a neighing sound as he felt his four hooves beat loudly into the ground behind her. "We mate." He said, bending down and quickly unbuckling the ankles of the girl, then the wrists before he unstrapped her arms and she would have fallen had he not grabbed her with his arms and moved his body in such a way as to put her across his animal back and she straddled him, her wet pussy rubbing on the short horsehair of his back, her ass pressed harder with the plug and the centaur beneath her shivered, another few inches of his cock drawing out of its sheath. He started walking through the trees, moving leaves and Anya tucked herself close behind the human part of him as the strong horse part of him took them farther into his home. When they reached what she figured was the middle of the building, or just past that, he stopped and bent down to work on something for a moment before turning and lifting her down from his back to stand to the side of the strange table he had just been manipulating. "Anya walk, turn. Want to see your tail." His words made her shiver, and her eyes were glued to his form. She knew her mouth had dropped open when she had turned and faced him to see him for the first time. He was half man, indeed, his olive shin didn't give away to horse hair until just above where his male groin would have been. Then the skin darkened and a smooth coat of dark brown horse hair covered his body, except where it shifted to white on his forelocks. The hair on his lower legs was longer, and looking closer, she realized that the hair on his mane had a streak of white in it, as well. His tail was dark brown, almost black, and he had a few spots of white on the side of his rump that she could see. When she looked between his hind limbs, she found herself just blatantly staring as a pink, long, cock was slowly pushing forward out of the black, satin looking sheath between legs that seemed to sense her appreciation and he high stepped just a little. "Turn," He ordered more firmly, making her attention jerk back to his face, "tail." "Oh, yes." Anya turned her body around for him and showed him the thick lock of horse hair that ran down her lower ass and almost to her ankles. "Bend." She bent, giving him a better view, making the tail perk up a little more, and she couldn't resist shaking it a little as he bent down and clasped it close to her asshole, pulling it out a few inches before shoving it back in, doing this over and over until Anya was panting hard, pushing back forcefully to meet every movement forward. When he stopped, she shook, feeling his arms wrap around her waist and lift her, walking with her over to the odd looking contraption that was about four feet off the ground. It had a short, soft looking pad in the middle, and it V'd out closest to where he placed her. She felt him move her legs into position at the V, and she was strapped down, face down. Then he clicked something and the part her legs were strapped to swung out and lifted just slightly so her ass was a little higher in the air. Anya was surprised how comfortable she was lying in the pad and didn't stop him from moving her hands to a pole with a knob on top of it. He had her wrap her fingers around it, and then he took rope that had been hanging over the side of the table and tied her hands in place. This stretched her a bit and she knew that when he fucked her, wherever he fucked her, as she was rammed forward against the cloth, he arms would be a counter balance, making her body accept the invasion. She almost orgasmed again just thinking about how this was going to feel. He started playing with her tail again, breaking out the orgasm that she had felt building. "Better with tail." He said to her and she wasn't quite sure what he meant. Was she better with a tail, or was the proper fuck she knew she was going to get from him going to be better with the tail? She didn't really care, she was so turned on now. He pulled the tail halfway out again and slapped it back into her ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Anya whimpered and wished she could wiggle her hips at him, but she was so well tied, there was nowhere for her to go. She saw him move around the table and watched as he shifted parts of the table that she wasn't strapped to so that two platforms, both padded, with edges around each were raised to about a foot above and a few feet from each of her outstretched arms. "Oh, oh." Anya whimpered when she heard him move back behind her, his hands spread up her body as he positioned himself, and then he reared and with his front legs high in the air, he moved himself forward a step at a time up and over her body, his human half turning and lowering so he could move her new tail out of the way and reach his long, fully extended cock and line it up to her wet pussy. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 13 Once he felt the tip touch her pussy lips, he moved his human body back up so he could watch as he put his front hooves carefully in each of the platforms he had placed over her. It was very tricky fucking human girls, but so very very worth it for their tight pussies and the way they responded to his very large, very long horse cock. He moved his back legs forward a little and felt his cock push in a full four inches before he felt the lid of his cock head push through her outer pussy and he felt more sure that he would be successful on the first mount. Anya's mouth was open and she had turned it to rest on the pad in between her stretched arms. "More." He said from somewhere above her. "Fuck, yes! More." Anya swore, her pussy was doing a happy dance of submission and wanted more than just the albeit thick four inches he had given her already. "Slow. Tight." He said above her, as if chastising her for wanting him to rush. Anya heard his hooves clip the ground behind her again and felt his cock surge in again, glorying in the stretch, the way it thickened quickly and her pussy bit down on it like it planned on devouring him, which if she had her way, was fully what she intended to do. Her body shook and her breath quickened again as he moved another step forward. The stretch was incredible, but not painful, she'd been well prepared, and she knew her holes still had the gooey lining that Mr. Hughes always covered her in, she knew it allowed her body to take a bigger, longer cock, and she loved it, she loved knowing that this cock was climbing higher and higher into her body. His final step made her squeal and push against the pole in her hands and she knew he was in as far as her pussy would currently allow, and he seemed to recognize that and pull back, far back, until he had almost pulled out of her and she felt her pussy throb and try desperately to get him back. "We mate." He said again, his voice dark and fierce, his passion almost paralyzing as she clenched her pussy, needing his return. "We mate." She cried out at his words, shaking violently with her intense orgasm as he bucked suddenly and shoved his thick cock back inside and up to the end of her. Oh Jesus, yes, yes, we fucking mate now! Anya clenched and ground as best she was able and was unable to stop and hold him in as he bucked again and again, his forceful thrusts wild and hard and the feeling of his cock rubbing her tissues inside, more forceful because she had an ass plug high up inside as well. She came again, and again, and she knew he was hot, and getting close himself because he was making sounds she couldn't decipher from somewhere over her, and his cock pounded heavy up into her swollen, welcoming pussy. When he rose up on his hind legs, the feeling was intense and Anya cried out in chirpy, breathless bursts as he bucked in closer, holding himself in the air as he began to cum, the hot spray hitting the top of her pussy hard, making her clench him fiercely as she came herself, she felt his cock twitch and release, pulsing as he stayed up for over a minute, his load so substantial that he froze in the grip of it until he punched his hooves down into the platforms with force, making the entire contraption shake for a moment as they both closed their eyes and let the sensation of what just happened take them. His cock shrank a little and her pussy kissed him goodbye sadly, not happy to see him go, but knew she had no way of keeping him inside of her tied as she was. Anya was once again alone on the table and she lifted her head to see him standing at the start of one of the twisty paths in his personal forest of tropical trees. He was breathing hard, covered in a fine sheet of sweat, his horse body also glimmering wet in the sunlight. He saw her green eyes meet his brown ones and he smiled softly at her. "Tail better." He said before his back legs went low and then kicked out behind him, sending him into the forest out of site quickly. Anya whimpered seeing him leave her and then closed her eyes when he was gone. She was exhausted, and she knew his cum and her own juices were slowly making their way out of her pussy, which seemed to have decided a little break from being constantly aroused was the best thing for now. She was glad, the constant arousal between her legs was frustrating. It was probably a good thing that they never had her in clothes, because she would have soaked a hundred pair of panties by now. She heard a sound in the forest near her right side this time and her pussy jumped awake. Fuck! "Food, for Anya." Bellator reappeared with a banana and some sort of bread. She decided right then that she would pretty much fuck anything with a cock of it came bearing gifts of food. Her stomach cheered and gave her pussy a fatal punch. Instead of untying her, he fed her slowly, always moving one hand up and down her back as he did, sometimes running them under to touch her breasts and then down to her ass, but leaving the plug where it was when he did. "Can you explain 'better with tail?'" She asked him when he had shifted to sit on his stomach, his four horse legs down so that his face was more on a level with hers. "No more centaur women. Least...not that I know." He told her, "Hunted a long time ago." "None? That's terrible." Anya meant it. It seemed cruel to be the only gender left of the species. "Human girl decent substitute. Better with tail. Forget about being alone." He said to her as he fed her a piece of the bread that had proved to be rather sweet in flavor. "What you did, it felt really good." She told him, her cheeks flushing as a big smile spread across his lips. "Deeper in ass, feel better." He told her and she widened her eyes at him. He stood and showed her his cock, seeing that it was full staff again, and easily 18 inches long, if not a little longer. He'd probably had another 4inches or more to push inside. He'd be able to get it in her ass, she knew it had a longer tube to fill if it needed. Her pussy twitched and if she'd been able to lift her tail to expose her ass as a normal horse would, she totally would have. "Anya like?" He asked as he bent his human half over her, his chest rubbing against her back as his hands surrounded her and played with her breasts. "Anya like." She cooed as he pinched her nipples and tugged at them for a few minutes before spreading one hand over her stomach. "Wish could fill this here." He said with a warmth that felt like sadness behind her ear. "You can't, can you?" She asked him. "No. Cum isn't compatible." He told her and she bit her lip. The knowledge surprised her. "Mate with horse, several colts. No fillies." He told her and she widened her eyes. "You have a family here?" "Yes, young. Not allowed in Anya. Could kill." He patted the platforms that had held his hooves and she needed, her body shivering as she realized that it must take a great deal of skill for him to fuck her without actually hurting her. "So you have a horse mate?" She whispered as he began to kiss her shoulders and the nape of her neck with his hot, firm mouth, Jesus, this beast was arousing. "No, horse die every time." He told her, his mouth opening to lick down along her spine. "What? You mean, from, from childbirth?" Anya gasped. She could feel him nod behind her as his mouth rounded the curve of her ass and tilted to the side so he could lick and kiss around where the tail was hooked to her ass. The feel of his tongue made her shiver and forget for a moment what they had been discussing. "Not strong enough to birth. Bad energy. Only do it three times. Three colts." He put a finger in her pussy and she sucked in her breath, it was followed by two more with very little preamble. "That must be painful to see, Bellator. The poor mares." She whispered as she felt his fingers fuck her full pussy. "Anya very kind. We mate." He said as he wrapped a hand around her tail and pulled it halfway out before shoving it back inside. She closed her eyes, shaking as he played with her ass for several long minutes, his free hand still driving away at her pussy until she had come, and then the tail was removed. She though he would put in on the ground, but instead, he shoved it in one solid motion all the way up to the hilt in her pussy. Her cry of arousal sounded as the centaur made another loud sound before he lined himself up behind her again and she waited to feel the head of his cock at her back hole. This was going to be fucking amazing, she thought. When he lined the cock up, he turned and stepped forward at the same time, a big step that sent his cock halfway into her ass in one hard movement and she screamed, thanking God that the goo cancelled out any pain she would have felt, because instead she felt an intense, riveting pleasure as the hooves moved closer and her colon shifted to take his remaining length well up into her large intestine. "See. Better." He growled above her as he started to fuck her forcefully, his rump muscles clenching and pushing forward over and over, his large cock stretching her ass in all directions as he felt the girl under his stomach shake with the force of her orgasm. He knew her pussy would be weeping and he would sit behind her later and lick her clean. He would fuck her again, too, in both her holes, he had all the time he would need with her until the night was over. Bellator would take it, and fuck his little horse girl with wild abandon. Anya closed her eyes again, letting her body blend with his, concentrating on where his cock pounded inside, feeling his head, the strength of him, knowing that as hard as he was fucking her, punching into her ass with each thrust of his equine hips, he was holding back to ensure that it was only pleasure she felt, only intense, far-reaching pleasure that broiled and gripped and drank from her body orgasm after blissful blissful orgasm. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 14 When Anya woke early the next morning, she found herself lying nestled against the side of the great beast that had fucked her until the moon was shining through the glass ceiling. Bellator had disappeared on and off during the day, sometimes for almost an hour one time, others he returned quickly with more bits of food to feed her, which he seemed to want to do often. She was sure the times he disappeared for longer, he was taking care of his children. Stretching, her eyes still closed she turned her body so that she could face his chest and felt him wrap his arms around her and his front leg wrapped more tightly behind her ankles. She opened her eyes just as he kissed her passionately, if not a little lazily and slowly got to his hooves with her dangling down in his arms, naked, with her tail swinging gently from where he'd returned it to her ass at one point before laying down and telling her to sleep. He had done that a lot earlier in the night that she had thought he would, but he seemed very tender with her at all times, seeming to be nervous that he would break her, or worse. Anya was certain that the deaths of the mares haunted him, but she figured his animal instinct to mate wouldn't always stop him from fucking a mare, or a girl. "Anya drink." He said in her ear as he nuzzled his lips against her. She looked at him in confusion for a moment as he lowered her to stand, her chin tipped way up to meet his eyes. He pointed between his legs and she realized he wanted her to mouth fuck his cock. She blushed, they hadn't attempted that with her on the table. She nodded and dropped to her knees, keeping them tucked close to her as he moved carefully forward, bringing her under him as she reached up and wrapped her hands around the length of his stretching shaft. "Bellator." She said in awe, it was a beautiful cock, and she stroked it gently for a few moments before she opened her mouth and spread her lips around the tip, pushing her tongue into the center hole, feeling him jerk and clamp with his hooves on the ground. "Care Anya." He said, letting her know that she wasn't safe, even if she was considering herself to be. She didn't immediately pull her tongue out, instead licking around the sides of the hole as he whinied over her and her hands moved up and down the long shaft. Anya closed her eyes as she stretched her neck back, her mouth open farther and she forced the shaft over top of her tongue and felt him hit the back of her throat. He made a stressed noise about her and she felt him shift, knowing a hoof got dangerously close to her left leg at one point before he stilled. Her hands started to work fast now, to pump him as best she could so his orgasm would come fast, she knew he was having trouble controlling himself and she was worried that he would rise to his rear legs when he came and accidentally crush her. But she fucked him with her mouth, anyway, and was finally rewarded with a shotgunned spray of cum that needed no help getting to the base of her esophagus. When the centaur came, his load filled her, stuffing her belly with his semen and she took it all, loving the tangy taste, holding as much as she could of it inside before he removed his cock and the rest squirted all over her face and onto her breasts. He immediately sat down, piling her into his arms and licking her face and hair clean, then lifting her farther up his body to smear his cum between her breasts and his chest before licking the rest off of her. "Anya pussy wet." He grinned, apparently satisfied that he had gotten her body to respond this way. "Bellator drink?" She asked and laughed when he neighed and picked her up, his arms rising to place her thighs over each of his strong shoulders, his mouth immediately sucking on her wet pussy, his long tongue reaching in and tasting her, memorizing her special flavor and shape, and he shuddered, it was good with her. Very good. She heard the distant clamber of metal from the far end of the building at the same time he spun her tail a bit, making her shiver from the heady sensation. She knew that Mr. Hughes would be there momentarily to collect her. It didn't stop the centaur, however, and he didn't let her down until he had elicited two more orgasms from her flowing pussy. When she was finally released from his shoulders, he swung her onto his back and she yelped as the plug was ground into her ass. She could feel his chuckle rumble in the beast between her legs and it made her juices smear even more on his back. Wrapping her arms around him, she let him take her towards the place where he had collected her from the day before. Mr. Hughes was there, another black suit, this one with barely visible pinstripes on it. He looked sexy as hell, as he usually did. When Bellator put her down, she rubbed the centaur for several minutes on his rump and up his body and then to the lowest part of his human chest, knowing how sensitive he was there from their time together the night before. He backed up and leaned down and put his hands on her face to keep her looking at him. "Thank you." He said before kissing her once more, and then turning and bolting off into the forest away from her. Anya smiled, memories of an incredibly successful night of fucking fresh in her mind as she turned slowly, but only enough to see Mr. Hughes face as she swished her long tail at him. "Like my tail?" She said, a smile widening on her face as he pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly. "You must leave it here, Anya. He will need it again." He stepped forward and grabbed it before she could think to move away. "Oh God," Anya whimpered when Mr. Hughes pulled it almost all the way out, and then suddenly, putting a hand on her lower pelvis, shoved it all the way back inside of her, "Mr. Hughes." The next time he pulled it halfway out, she expected the same treatment, and whimpered when he removed the entire plug, taking it and putting it in the wooden box beside the rock from yesterday before walking back over to her and taking her hand and walking with her to the door. Anya heard a neigh behind her when they were close and turned to see Bellator standing proudly, his back straight and his horse form standing long and lean, and not too far from her. When she looked up at him, he nodded a little and then nodded slightly behind him into the forest. Anya looked into the forest and widened her eyes when they came into view. Three colts, three different sizes, all with a similar facial appearance to their father, but one's horse form was black, one was white with gray smatterings on it, and the other was like his father's dark brown, thick hairy legged form. She smiled at them, nodding to each one before looking back at the centaur that had pleasured her so much in her time here, and she fully grinned at him, knowing he was giving her a gift in letting her take sight of his children. Mr. Hughes wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her firmly, but slowly out of the building. Once she was outside, he moved her to stand against the wall and he yanked the door shut, a little harder than necessary, and then clicked all four locks into place. Then, he stood looking at the door and Anya finally caught the look on his face. He was furious. But when he looked over at her, realizing the emotion showed plainly in his face, he softened it noticeably and his blue eyes sparkled in a friendly way. "What is it about you, Anya, that is setting things quite out of place around here?" He chuckled, though it sounded false to her ears. "What did he do that upset you?" She asked, ignoring his attempt at humor, if that was what it was. He frowned and cupped her hand within his and moved them onto the path. "Chrysanthulus got more babies out of you than any of the other women he has impregnated over his very long run here." "So I'm good at getting knocked up. That's nothing new." She told him and felt him move his hand from hers to rest on her lower back. He smirked, "The wolves disobeyed by claiming you." "You took care of that." She said softly, she did not want to talk about how she felt for the pack, it was too soon, she was too wrapped up in it. "For you, yes." He said and brought them out of the woods, his hand was on her ass now as he guided her toward the patio. "Bellator keeps his colts in another section of the building you were in with him, there are doors to keep them behind. The oldest, Corvus, is not so much a colt as a full grown centaur, it's dangerous for him to be around a human female. He could hurt you. It wouldn't be on purpose." "Bellator told me that." She let him know. "But he let you see them, which isn't normal. Which means he likes you." "He just spend half a day with his cock in my ass and pussy, I sure as shit hope he liked me." Anya rolled her eyes, Mr. Hughes was so frustrating. "Shi hid herself in a closet and fingered herself after you left the house yesterday, she loved your mouth on her." He said a little darker as they neared the patio. Anya flushed, she hadn't expected him to say that. "And you kissed me." "And I kissed you." Maybe you should send me home, if I'm going to do something to each of my appointments. I don't want to cause problems." He looked at her a moment as they stood on the patio, facing one another. Breathing in deeply, he shook his head as he let it out, "No, no, you can't leave yet." Anya felt her body relax, happy that she was being kept around, she was enjoying herself immensely, as much as the men who were fucking her with their ample, skilled cocks. Mr. Hughes took her arm and led her into the dining room. Anya instantly lowered her eyes and waited as Deandra handed her collar to him and he put it on around her neck, locking it as he always did. This time, he connected a four foot long leather leash to it and without saying anything to her, he walked away, dragging her with him, forcing her to bend slightly as they made their way out of the dining room, past the submissive dining room and through another doorway that led them to a hall she hadn't been in yet. It was wide and massive windows shined light in through the front of the house. He took her through an open doorway and she barely got a look at the strangely furnished room before he had her in a bathroom. The leash came off and he yanked her into the shower by her collar, and locked it to a clasp on the wall just high enough that she wasn't choked as long as she stayed with her nipples on the tile and her feet arched halfway to her tiptoes. When he turned on the water and it hit her, freezing in temperature, Anya whimpered but didn't speak. Her master was very much back now, and he stepped back as Shi stepped into the shower with her, naked from the feel of her against Anya's shivering skin, and she felt the woman begin to wash her with a soaped sponge. "One." She heard Mr. Hughes say from somewhere else in the bathroom, and Shi turned the dial on the temperature of the shower and it was now lukewarm. Anya shivered, it was better than freezing. Shi scrubbed hard between Anya's legs and then moved to rub the sponge over her belly and breasts. Anya closed her eyes as the woman washed the cum that had been left over off of her face. She felt Shi slide down against her body, the woman's mouth open when her head went close to her nipple and Anya groaned at the erotic feel of it. "Zero." Mr. Hughes said and Shi stiffened and turned the water back down. Anya jerked and felt Shi squat so she could wash Anya's legs. "One." Mr. Hughes spoke a moment later and the temperature went back up a little. Shi washed the back of her legs and then smoothed the sponge slowly over her ass. "Two." The water temperature warmed more and Anya closed her eyes, loving the feel of the sponge moving over her skin as much as she loved the way the woman's skin brushed along her body as Shi cleaned her. The sponge was put down and Shi lathered her hair with shampoo. "Zero." Mr. Hughes heard Anya whimper and then cry out when the water went freezing again. Four." Anya whimpered, the hot water making her jerk against Shi as she grew accustomed to how hot it was. They rinsed her hair, conditioned it and were about to rinse when Mr. Hughes again had them turn the water to freezing. When Shi finally turned the water off, Anya was aroused and freezing and cold and hot all at the same time. Her pussy was dripping more than just rivers of water from the shower. It was pumping out desire. She was dried, brushed, cleaned and lotioned again and then, leash connected, was led out into the room that had been filled with strange furniture. "Come fuck me." Mr. Hughes watched Anya go down immediately, abdomen and lower ribs on the ground, hands bent behind her, holding tightly to her ankles, her ass tipped in the air as she bent her hips the way he wanted her to for the position. Anya waited nervously to see what Mr. Hughes would do, and bit her tongue when, after grabbed something from a drawer, he knelt behind her and pushed three two inch balls into her pussy. Then, he clamped her outer labia lips together in three separate places, insuring that the balls wouldn't get far if she tried to push them out. Then he spread goo on her ass and pushed a plug inside, slowly because it gained girth quickly and she had to round over four inches before it was in all the way and wreaking absolutely havoc on the balls in her pussy. "Pnp." He muttered and waited for her to turn over and present her breasts to him. Nipple clamps went on, tighter this time than the last and the Anya shivered and widened her eyes. He held a ball gag with a harness in his hands and without saying anything, he shoved it in her mouth and then connected the harness around the back of her neck. Once that was done, he pulled her to her feet and forced her hands behind her back. Shi was apparently handing him things, knowing what he would need now, as he tied her wrists together in a strappado position behind her, then a four foot bar was brought out, and her ankles were connected to it in straps that were a part of the bar. When that was done, he picked her up and carried her over so that she was in position next to the window in the back of the room. Looking out of it for a second, she realized there were many people on the other side, it looked to be some sort of library, and more than one set of eyes looked at her as she was bent forward at a forty-five degree angle and her wrists were connected to a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. Once he had her wrists at a level that caused pressure, but not pain, he tied her elbows together and ran a hand down her back and over her waist before he began to use a flogger over her ass cheeks. Anya came. Hard, and her pussy juice rolled over the balls and caused them to move around within her, quickly building her desire back up as he continued beating her with the flogger, leaving her ass bright pink and her whole body shook with the orgasms he caused. She was allowed two more before he came up close behind her and bent to whisper in her ear. "You are such a wonderful wet cunt, Anya. A very naughty one, too. I know you love this, you love it when I spank you." He said as his breath swept over her ear with the metal brand around the top, making it vibrate a little, which surprised her. It had only done that when Mr. Bricker had been near her. Anya nodded, her mouth was full, it was all she could do. Her eyes closed and her head fell down as she felt him pull the ass plug out of her with one hand. With the other, he pushed the flogger against her cheek to make her look at it and her eyes widened at the site of the triple balled dildo that seconded as the handle. "I know you miss your tail." He said as he moved the plug to her ass and quickly shoved it up inside, leaving just the leather straps outside to hang down and over her shaking ass. Anya closed her eyes again, she could hear him leave the room, knew that Shi was with him. Feeling the door slam and the air around her tingle, she concentrated on her breathing, she had a feeling she would be hanging here like this for a good long while. She heard a tap on the window, and there was a man, probably twenty years older than her, but attractive with a full head of silvery white hair standing just on the other side of the window, a book in his hand as he pointed to her and then her ass, and then moved his index finger in a circle. He wanted her to turn and give him a better view of her ass. Anya groaned, awesome, she was a fuckfish in a bowl to an entire room of hot horny men and women. Slowly, she moved her body so that she showed him what he was wanting, and looking at him, her head twisted awkwardly for a moment, she saw him sit in a chair that had been pulled a little closer to the window. He opened his book back up and alternated between looking at her quivering ass and the pages that he was reading, one hand lowering and slipping the robe out of the way to show her his impressively hard cock. She knew he was going to get himself off watching her tied this way, and he wasn't the only one, several more men had moved themselves into a better position to see her, their hands equally wrapped around their own swords. Oh, fuck, Anya closed her eyes and let her head dip forward, her pussy was pleased, dripping and coating the clamps that held her labia together. Hours went by with only a slight reprieve when Deandra came in, removed the ball gag and made her drink two shakes in rapid succession, and then a short time later, she was allowed to use the toilet before she was restuffed the way Mr. Hughes had filled and clamped her, and returned to her intense position in front of the window. During the time there, she'd been asked to turn in full circles so that they could see her nipples in their prison, but mostly, they wanted her ass in view, when she shook under their searing gaze, Anya knew the flogger in her ass would move and they would get sneak peeks at her wet pussy and the suede felt amazing as it slid around ass and the backs of her thighs. "It's close to the time of your appointment now, Anya." Shi said cheerfully as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "I'm to release you and take you to your room to wait for Mr. Hughes." Anya whimpered as she felt Shi release her arms from the chain over her, and then her wrists and elbows were carefully untied. Shi then squatted and unhooked her feet from the spreader bar and then stood back up to see Anya rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation and massage out the tension. Their eyes locked as Shi moved her fingers to unclamp the nipple clamps, and she felt her own pussy trill as Anya moaned softly at the intense sensation of relief she felt. Then Shi unclasped the ball gag harness and removed it from Anya's mouth. The girl stretched her jaw and closed her mouth, her eyes closing as well as she felt her body relax bit by bit. "They'll want a little bit of a show, so bend back over, Anya, and present your ass to them." Shi put a hand on Anya's hip and walked with her to a better position for the men watching in the window. Anya did as Shi had asked, lowering her arms in front of her so that her palms wrapped around her ankles, slightly spread open. "Oh, that's just brilliant, Anya. Your flogger is pointed up and your pussy is so lovely like this." Shi told her and moved one hand to wrap around the flogger where it rested against her stuffed asshole. She pulled it slightly out before shoving each ball of the handle back in slowly, making her ass clench and shake, and Anya whimpered her pleasure. "You love getting fucked in the ass, Anya. I can tell." Shi said in a soft voice as she began to fuck the girl hard with the flogger, hearing her answer in the full bodied cries that Anya gave from below her. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 14 Anya felt an orgasm work slowly through her body and whimpered as she felt her juices flow against the balls still working magic in her throbbing pussy. Shi fucked her with the flogger for several more minutes before pulling it from her, smacking her ass lightly when Anya whimpered at its loss. Then the long and slow removal of the labia clips began and Anya wasn't sure if she would be able to handle the crushing sensations without accidentally pushing a ball out of her pussy. When the third one was off, Shi slipped four fingers into her pussy and Anya cried out, squeezing her ankles hard as the woman's small fingers pushed and smoothed against her and the balls inside of her. "Let me get the balls for you, Anya." She said in a husky whisper, her own arousal very clear to Anya as the four fingers were joined by her thumb and soon, Shi's hand slipped up into her cunt and her fingers immediately wrapped around one of the balls. Anya came hard, her pussy clenching around the thickness it created, and she could barely keep her position as Shi slowly pulled her hand out, the ball still in her grasp, so that when it shoved through the neck of her pussy, the stretch was insane, hot, tight, and when the hand popped out, Anya panted, tears falling from her eyes as she lost herself to the amazing sensation of what Shi had done. The last two came out just as slowly, and when Anya was empty, Shi massaged her ass cheeks with gentle care before collecting the items that had been used on Anya and putting them in a basket on the side of the room. Then she returned to Anya and connected the leather leash to her collar before leading her out of the room. Anya followed, having to bend just a little so that the leash didn't choke her as they walked through the mansion briskly, and she was taken above stairs to her bedroom. When they were within the bedroom, Anya felt Shi drop the leash and turn to shut the door. Anya walked over to the small refrigerator that she had found filled with water bottles the other day and opened it just as Shi was hissing at her not to. Looking inside, Anya's eyes widened, her mouth dropped, her skin burned and she turned around on the woman who was quickly moving towards her. What the fuck is that?" She asked, her anger more than apparent. She wasn't stupid, these people couldn't treat her like she was. "Anya, stop. It's not what-." "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, don't bull shit me, Shi, I'm a nurse. It is exactly what it looks like." Anya growled at the dark haired woman who was trying to take a hold her wrists, but Anya prevented it by grabbed Shi's upper arms and pushing her back against the nearest wall. "Anya, it's not for you." Shi groaned, the naked woman holding her against the wall was turning her on just as much as she was scaring her with the rough treatment. "Of course it's not fucking for me, because there is no way in hell you people are doing anything to me that would possibly require me to need a fucking blood transfusion!" Anya growled, feeling Shi melt against her. "Anya, please. Let me go. Mr. Hughes wouldn't like this." Shi tried to calm the girl, her mouth gaping open when Anya's hands lowered to work beneath her black skirt. "What is it for?" Anya bit out as she shoved two fingers into the woman's already wet pussy and smiled when Shi moaned and bucked her hips against her. "Anya..." Shi shook her head, this was very dangerous. "More?" Another finger slipped in and she felt the woman's pussy juice spill harder against her hand. "It's not for you. Your next," Shi had to stop, Anya had four fingers in her and was beating her pussy with them in quick, hard, punches, "your next appointment must have them." "What is it?" Anya asked, her mouth dropping to Shi's neck to suck and bite at the sensitive skin there as the girl shook against her, her hands lightly on Anya's shoulders now, no longer trying to push the naked girl away from her. "I can't, oh, oh God." Shi's voice squeaked out when Anya pushed her thumb in and then forced her whole hand up inside the woman's pussy. It was hot, and wet, and she could feel the muscle clench around it in an intensely fulfilling wave. "Do you want me to fist you?" Anya moved her mouth to the woman's ear and whispered gutturally. Shi shook from her toes to her shoulders and slowly nodded her head at Anya, who pulled partially out before twisting her hand, making the servant whimper, caught up in her desire. "Anya, please. Yes." Shi knew she shouldn't, knew this was going to result in a punishment for both of them, but with the girl's palm squeezed tightly at the opening of her pink pussy, and the fingers inside of her splayed open and moving quickly, she couldn't do anything but nod, yes, yes, she needed to be fucked by this girl. "Tell me what it is." Anya bit the girl's ear, smiling when the covered breasts pressed to hers moved in jerks as the woman began to pant. "It's a, his name is, fuck! His name is Alexandru. He's a-he's a strigoi." The hand fisted and pushed hard up inside making Shi tilt her head back against the wall. "A what?" Anya pulled back. "A vam-a vampire, Anya. Please...please fuck me." Shi begged, her eyes desperate as Anya breathed uneasily, staring at the eyes close to hers before finally squatting, the hand outside of Shi's pussy pressed to the woman's covered stomach as she began to fuck in and out of the sopping wet pussy, pulling all of the way out before surging back in every few thrusts. Anya smiled, loving the way the girl responded, her hot juice was squirting out onto the skirts that were covering her pussy from both of their views as it was fucked blissfully hard. "A vampire. I thought they drank from people?" Before I got powerfully fucked by an incubus, I didn't even believe in vampires, Anya thought, pausing her hands high up inside the girl's pussy, now it didn't even surprise her. "Yes, they do." Shi whimpered, bucking her hips against the unmoving hand. "Is he going to feed off of me?" Anya asked, opening her hand just a little bit. "Y-yes. But the blood here is going to be taken down to his room to drink before he bites you. Vampires are, oh, God, hard to satiate. We have to feed him before we let him drink from you. Or you will need a transfusion." Shi said it all quickly, gyrating her hips as she looked down into Anya's eyes. "Otherwise he sates himself on my blood." Anya muttered, slowly pulling her hand down, stopping just within Shi's parted pussy lips. "Yes." Shi nodded, squealing again when Anya rocked her fist back deep within her accommodating pussy. "Where is Mr. Hughes?" Anya asked and felt Shi tense against her, she punched inside harder. "He's in his office, Anya." Shi told her, her eyes were wild by now and she was threatening to sink down onto the floor. "Where is his office, Shi?" Anya asked, frowning as the girl shook her head, not wanting to tell her. Anya pulled her hand all the way out of Shi's pussy and the girl sobbed, reaching down to try to keep the arm under her skirts where it was. "Where is his office, Shi?" Anya grabbed the girl's searching hand with her free one and held it as she pushed a finger into Shi's pussy, sliding slowly around the quaking circle of her opening. "No, Anya." Shi shook her head and groaned when Anya pinched her clit hard. "His office, Shi, tell me where it is and I'll fuck your pussy til you cum hard. I'll even lick it up. I know you like my tongue on you." Anya purred, her eyes filled with knowing desire looked up at Shi who slowly bit her lip and sighed, dropping her head back against the wall in defeat. "His office is on the first floor. There is a door in the foyer, near the back of the right staircase. He'll be in there." Shi told the girl and was rewarded with Anya's thrusting fist up into her aching to be pleasured pussy and felt an orgasm tighten and threaten to release as the arm and fist moved within her for a few moments. Then Anya pulled her hand out and stood, knowing Shi was desperate for her to return her attention to her pussy, but refusing to as she grabbed the woman walked with her slowly towards the bathroom. In the doorway, she put Shi's face between her hands and leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Shi moved to open them under hers and Anya moved back. With a soft smile on her face, she stepped out of the room, pushing Shi hard so that she half fell onto the floor as Anya slammed the door and ran to the dresser that was between the bathroom door and the door to her room, and grabbed the keys to the room as she opened the outer door, and had it thrown shut as Shi was running through the bathroom door, yelling at her to stop. The lock clicked securely, and Anya smiled. She was going to talk to Mr. Hughes. She had already told him that he needed to tell her what to expect, and four IV bags of O- should have been explained to her before she went looking for a glass of water. Looking around her, she saw no one in the hall and quickly made her way down the hall and down the stairs, her leather leash slapping against her ass as she looked towards where Shi said the door was. Stopping just outside the door, she took a deep breath, she was going to battle with her master, and he wasn't going to like it. But blood? Vampires? It was too much. Putting her hand on the knob, she turned it quickly and pushed the door open, walking inside and looking at the large desk that Mr. Hughes was standing in front of, and watched as he stopped yelling. Yelling? Then his severe blue gaze turned to her face and they became icy and his face fell into something a little more than menacing. But then Anya couldn't focus on him. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of four tall, well, three a little taller than the other, men in the room whom she recognized with a heavy thrusting tug of her pussy and felt slam into her senses like a mushroom cloud of deep deep need. "S-Sergei?" Anya felt her mouth tremble, her legs were shaky and she was almost thankful when Mr. Hughes put a hand up to still the men who had started to growl low in their chest before taking a step towards the intruding woman. "Come fuck me, Anya." His voice was cold, burning, and she knew she was going to be punished, seriously punished, and as she quickly moved into the correct position on the floor in front of the five men, she bit her lip, she knew she was going to enjoy it. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 15 Anya lay on the ground and heard his heavy footsteps approach and she made sure her face was resting on her right cheek, so that she could see him as he approached. His face was a little red, and he was working hard to conceal his anger with her, she could tell, and felt her body shiver with apprehension. She bit her lip as she heard the door open near her right shoulder. "Mr. Hughes, I'm sorry." She heard Shi's voice as the woman walked inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. Anya heard the nervous shake of the woman's voice and watched as Mr. Hughes looked up at the newcomer, putting his hands around both of her arms as she pushed up on her tiptoes to whisper in the man's ear. Their quiet conversation went on for a few moments, and his eyebrows furrowed angrily as he looked heatedly at the servant. Eventually, Shi was done telling him all that Anya had done and everything that she had revealed, and gripped the woman harder, he lifted her completely from the floor and moved with her over behind his desk to the back right corner of his room. Anya noticed that the pack never moved, except their necks as Yegor and Yakov watched Mr. Hughes put the woman down. Shi shook as he bent over to pull open the lid of what she had thought was a hope chest of some sort, and then she was in his grasp again, being lowered quickly inside and Anya shivered as she heard the girl gasp, and fight a little as she was put inside. Mr. Hughes closed the lid and squatted to turn the key in the outside of the lock before pulling it from the hole and putting it in his pocket. Standing straight slowly, he looked over at Anya again and the growling renewed. "You are going to be punished, Anya do you understand that?" His voice was deep as he squatted near her head, it fascinated her that he didn't seem the least little bit worried about the men standing behind him. They looked to be in turmoil and Anya felt that connection that she'd built with them in the forest, and she could sense Sergei's overwhelming conflict, but it was Grigory, it was him that she focused on, he was trying to soothe her, to get her breathing to remain calm, to get through this without making anything worse for any of them. There had been a situation, an argument occurring between her house master and the pack, and she had inadvertently stepped right in the middle of it. "Yes, master." She whispered, not moving when he put a hand on the back of her head. "What you did to Shi was unacceptable." He told her, so why was Shi in the box and not Anya? "Yes, master." She gurgled out the sound when he stood and reached onto the shelf behind him and picked up what looked like a large rectangular paddle with holes. It was made of leather, but looked very stiff as he held it in his right hand, letting it sway menacingly at his side as he turned to look back at the pack. "Break the connection, or before she leaves here, I wipe her clean." His words sounded ominous and Anya bit her lip and felt tears fill her eyes, she couldn't understand what he was saying, but when the hazy fog of comfort and need from the pack suddenly pulled away from her with a jerk, Anya felt empty, and her body shook with the sensation of being at Mr. Hughes' total mercy. She didn't understand how he was controlling the pack, but they stayed where they were, barely moving an inch as they kept their eyes on her face and form on the ground below them. Mr. Hughes squatted again and ran his left hand over both of her ass cheeks, massaging them gently for several minutes before she felt the first swing of the paddle hit her and her eyes closed, the delicious sting penetrating her initial worry and her pussy was aroused and throbbed. "Anya, you are not to question my staff. You will not see Shi again during your visit." He told her before he spanked her again. "Yes, master." She responded, her cheeks burning red at knowing he had an audience. "If you break from your stance while I punish you, I will add five more. Do you understand?" Mr. Hughes felt her body shake, but she stayed where she was when he sent the paddle down at the base of her ass cheeks. "Yes, master." "Your stay here is carefully planned," Another swing of the paddle, another warm, sensual pooling of her pussy juices within her fold, "You are here to submit to what we choose to do to you. It is all for a purpose, Anya." Anya nodded her head, sniffing as he spanked her three more times in quick succession before moving the paddle to slide on its edge between her ass crack for a moment. "Yes, master." "You will fuck who I tell you to fuck. You will meet his needs just as he will meet yours." Her pussy had had enough, but he was still spanking her with enough force to pink up her ass, her juices began to pool on the floor beneath her. "Yes, master." "Did you like eating the centaur's cock this morning, Anya?" His words had a tension building effect on the wolves behind him, but Mr. Hughes continued, another spanking followed. "Yes, master." "What was your favorite part, Anya?" He asked, spanking her for the tenth time. "When-when he came on my face." Her green eyes were cloudy when she met Sergei's gray gaze and he looked almost like he was trying to change into his wolf form, couldn't he only do that during the phasing of the moon? The eleventh spanking came down hard over her right cheek and Anya whimpered. "And the night before, which did you like better, when he fucked you in the ass with his cock, or when he fucked your pussy?" His words weren't even for her, Mr. Hughes was combining punishments now, spanking her for getting Shi to talk and interrupting his argument, and the pack for being here, being here for a reason that obviously involved her. "When he fucked my ass." She moaned when the twelfth and thirteenth spanking landed. Her ass felt numb and tingly and wonderful and her pussy faucet was open wide. "Did you cum for your great beast, Anya?" He asked her, number fourteen landed directly on her pussy and she almost lost the grip on her left foot. "Yes, master." "Was he a good fuck?" "Yes, master." "Better than the wolves." Number fifteen was dealt out and Anya bit her lip, damn it, this wasn't fair, he knew she had to agree with him, or she would be punished. "Yes, master." "Good girl, Anya." Mr. Hughes paused the spankings and began to rub her pink ass with a large heavy hand. "Anya, which wolf was the worst fuck?" Oh, this man did not play fair. Anya's eyes moved slowly among the four wolves and she saw that each of them was intent on what she said. "Master." She responded, and then she saw the paddle raise towards her ass again, "Y-Yegor." The paddle stopped moving. "Yegor?" Mr. Hughes smiled softly, "He's young, did you know he is Sergei's great great grandson? There's not a lot of familial likeness between the two." Anya heard the unhappy howl from the young wolf and felt a tear fall from her eyes as she tightened her hands over her feet. Her position was getting exceedingly uncomfortable. "And the others, did you like fucking them so much that you would want to end your visit and go home? Because that's what would happen, Anya. You would go home and you would never see any of the non-humans again that you met while here." His words sounded ominous and Anya jerked her head side to side quickly. "No, master. I want to stay." Mr. Hughes rose back up and walked over to his desk and pushed a button on his phone system and Deandra almost immediately opened the door and stepped into the room. "Attention, Anya." Anya let go of her feet and ignoring the ache in them and on her ass, she rose quickly and stood up, her head tilting down and her eyes falling from the pained look on the wolves' faces. They were practically vibrating where they stood beside the desk and she wondered again how they had remained where they were the whole time she had been punished. "Deandra, take Anya to her next appointment. Be sure that the rest of Alexandru's food is also delivered. I will be there in a few minutes to get her ready for her session tonight." He spoke to the red head servant who immediately nodded and took hold of Anya's leash and began to tug the girl out of the room. Anya sent a last look at the wolves, wondering why they didn't try to connect with her again, it was obvious they were very unhappy about her conversation with Mr. Hughes, but she'd had to obey him. She'd wanted to, despite what it had done to the wolves. Something about Mr. Hughes made it impossible for her to go against him in another's defense. The door closed behind her more quietly this time and Anya walked quickly to keep up with Deandra as she was taken to the third floor this time, down a long, wide corridor and up another winding staircase up into the darkened recesses of the mansion. She was going to fuck a vampire, the idea made her shiver, but she'd seen enough of a variety of vampire movies in her life that the thought of actually seeing one was arousing and she found herself licking her lips as Deandra unlocked a door and they stepped through and into a room that had one window, in a far corner, with no glass or curtain covering it. The sill was unlike the ones in the rest of the mansion that she had seen. This one was stone, huge ones surrounding the window and the walls were stone, as well. A dark gray that made it look more like a dungeon than a bedroom. She knew it was supposed to be the latter because of the massive four-poster bed positioned in the center of the room. Deandra moved her all the way over to the bed before stopping. "Kneel." The quiet woman said and Anya kneeled, she wouldn't do anything else wrong while she was here, and she certainly wouldn't get another one of these women in the trouble that she had gotten Shi into earlier. Anya felt the leash removed, and then she was locked to the corner of the bed, her body having to lean against the side of the bed, she was so closely strapped to it. "Mr. Hughes will be in when he is finished with his guests." Deandra said before moving away and Anya could hear the woman behind her for a moment as she clinked some metal of some sort together. Eventually, she came into view with a tray that she placed on a side table to Anya's right. On the tray was a large glass goblet, bowl side down, and a silver ice bucket, filled with ice, and the four packets of blood that had been in her room earlier. Anya still didn't understand how they had gotten there, or why, but there wasn't much she could do about it now, here. Deandra then left the room and closed the door, locking it behind her. Anya shivered, was the vampire already here? It was still light outside, and there was that thing about them needing to be in the dark. Would she be waiting here for him until then? How long was it until dusk, an hour? Two hours? She wasn't sure, she hadn't been paying attention to the time, losing so much while standing in the window this morning. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the bedframe and tried to find a comfortable enough position to sleep in. She woke later, yawning softly when she heard the door open and Mr. Hughes stepped into the room. He had a kit in his hand of some sort and he walked over to her and squatted down to get on her level. "I am going to draw a little blood from your arm. Just 12 mL, I need to add it to the blood on the tray. It is what Shi was going to do earlier in your room when you...provoked her." "Yes, master." Anya furrowed a brow, not sure how she felt, but knowing she would do it, that she had to do it. She watched as he unzipped the kit and got out some alcohol pads, an iv kit and a leurlock syringe. She held up her right arm and watched as he took a tourniquet and wrapped it around the lower part of her upper arm. Anya watched him take her elbow in hand gently, and he ran the pad of a finger on the other over the sensitive skin of the crook of her elbow. "Master?" She wanted to speak but knew he might stop her. "Is this about what I am doing?" He asked. Anya nodded, and waited for him to return a nod to her before speaking. "I have small veins, you'll want to draw down closer to my wrist." Anya told him and watched as he slid his hand about halfway down, feeling a better bulge under her skin there. "Hold still." He said as he rubbed the area with the alcohol pad and waited for it to dry. Anya held still, somewhat amazed that he had such a good technique. He had the catheter in quickly, the flash of blood was perfect and he soon had the syringe in place to accept the influx of fluid from her vein. He soon had a piece of gauze over the tiny puncture site and had her hold it there for a moment while he capped the syringe. Then he removed it and moved his mouth to where he had poked her. She felt his tongue glide over the site and when she looked at it when he stood up with his supplies, she could see that it was already completely healed. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. "Party trick." He shrugged his shoulders at her with a small smirk on his face and then walked over to where the tray was. Party trick, my ass, Anya thought as he carefully attached a needle to the syringe, and then, a bag at a time, injected some of her blood in each before putting the bags back in the ice. "It's like adding a flavor shot to your lemonade. It will be more enticing to Alexandru." Mr. Hughes explained, knowing she was wondering about it. Anya nodded, watching him walk back over to her, and she tensed when he reached down with a key and unlocked the lock that had her chained to the bed. Pulling her to her feet, he brought her roughly up against his body for a moment before lifting her effortlessly and putting her on the bed so she sat atop in on her shins. "Put your arms behind you, your hands to the opposite elbows. Yes, like that. This is called a box. Hold that." Mr. Hughes moved to a cabinet and pulled open a drawer and brought the entire thing to the bed, setting it to her right as she kept her head bent down. "I have to tie you tightly, and very carefully because you will be fully suspended tonight, Anya. It will be Alexandru's decision whether or not to free you while he is here. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. If you struggle, it will make it harder to get the tie perfect and you will be more uncomfortable." He said as he started to bind her arms by circling her chest with lengths of rope. Her breasts were soon caught between two, and she whimpered when he tightened another around her upper belly. "Your weight will be resting on your shoulders and torso, Anya, it must be secure." He said softly and then stopped speaking so that he could knot and bind the rope as needed. Her arms were immovable now and there were two loops over each of her shoulders spaced a little apart. When she was trussed up on the top half, he smiled, sitting back and looking at his handiwork. "You look divine tied up, Anya, it would be a pity not to find a permanent dom someday to take you in hand. I doubt we'll get you completely trained before you leave here." He sighed, putting his hands between her knees. "Yes, master." She said, shivering, she would love him to take that position. "Part your legs wide, but keep your thighs tight against your calves. I'm gonna frogtie you." He nodded when she had it right and took another length of rope and tied her legs in the position they were in, four circles of rope around each before the ropes were tied once around each foot that was resting against her ass and then the rope was secured to one of the knots at the corner of each of her elbows, but not as tightly there, he needed that connection to be able to stretch as needed. "Now I can see that dripping pussy, Anya. You like being so wet, don't you?" He put a hand between her legs and listened to her whimper as his fingers slid back and forth against the fold and clit, but did not penetrate her. "Yes, master." "Such a pretty little cunt." He said softly before getting up onto the bed and moving the canvas top above them to bring a slit into few and he brought down a tangle of ropes and metal connectors to lay around her on the bed. "This experience will be intense, Anya. Shi was right, you will be fucked by a strigoi, or as you know the term, a vampire. He is very imposing, large, very old, though you would never believe his age, and he is strong. Very strong, Anya and he is very dominant. It would be wise for you to follow the rules tonight. Not doing so, well, Mr. Hughes looked from her to the blood waiting for her guest and then back at her, "Anya, you must consent." "Yes, master." She didn't hesitate, how could she? He had never lied to her and every experience she'd had so far had been amazing. Mr. Hughes nodded and then began to connect and tighten the clips and buckles and ropes until she was properly secured. He had moved her body so that she was lying on her back, which was only slightly uncomfortable from the way her hands were bound, but her legs, tied in half, were stretched and extended out on either side, her pussy wet and spilling her juice onto the bedspread as she felt his hot body close to her, his rough hands on her body as he got her prepared to suspend. "Anya, he will feed from you, but he will stop before he endangers you." Mr. Hughes said as he picked up a remote. "Yes master." "It will not hurt, not even when his teeth prick your skin, and the mark will not remain." "He will bite you several times, Anya, and it will be impossible to stop your orgasm. He means for you to climax. It makes the feeding more intense." He stood so that he was standing facing her legs, his covered ass and legs above her face, and his hands came down and he surrounded her waist and pulled her up, upside down so that her legs were on either side of his shoulders, her pussy just under his chin and Anya cried out, lick me lick me lick me! He must have pushed something on the remote because she could feel the slack on the ropes start to decrease and she was eventually released from Mr. Hughes to hang freely as she was slowly raised on the bed so that her head was about two feet off of the ground, her hair hanging down below her as she breathed heavily, it was an amazing feeling hanging suspended like this, she felt weightless at the same time she felt very very secure. There were ropes holding her up on either side of her thighs, as well as on her torso and the outside of her hips. Mr. Hughes stood looking to make sure he had done everything right. She would not last long like this if it was too intense a feeling, but everything looked secure and her color hadn't changed indicating a shift in blood flow. He put a hand over her pussy and felt it clench against him. "Anya, I was going to put my fist in your pussy before I left you, but you have been very bad today. So I am not going to do that. Instead, I am going to leave you here, like this, your ass and pussy empty, your mouth, well, he will want you to scream for him. But remember, there is no pain, Anya. Your screams will be complete, total passion." He spoke slowly, stroking the outside of her pussy with the palm of his hand, feeling her strain towards him through her binds. "I have to stretch you in the morning, Anya, and after your performance today, being such a bad sub, I will have to spend my night thinking of a truly appropriate way to do so. Too bad Shi won't be able to assist. She'll be in her box for the rest of the week because of you." He took his hand from her and moved off of the bed. Anya whimpered, she felt bad for Shi, but there was something very hot about thinking of being the one in that box in his office, knowing that he had so much control over her body and what she did. Biting her lip, she saw him put the drawer back in the dresser and then he picked up his kit and walked towards the door without looking back at her. He didn't even turn when he exited and closed and locked the door behind. She felt it shut with a thud and looked towards the window. It was getting dark outside, and she knew the sun would set any time now. How dark did it have to be before a vampire could rise? Was he in the room somewhere already, was he in a coffin in a basement nearby? Anya wasn't sure. But her thoughts ran the gambit of her imagination and she found herself breathing heavily, breasts heaving above her head and she stared at the window. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 15 He could be walking through the door, she knew, but there was something about that open window that told her that she had to look for him there, that when he arrived, it was there that she would see him. And her pussy jumped and pulsed and moistened at the thought of what would happen when he did. Her eyes had closed, the feeling of being upside down had made her head feel a little heavy, and Anya had been lulled to sleep by the soft hypnotics of herself in the ropes she was tied to. When she finally opened them, the room was dark, only a candle lit on the tray gave any light. Looking up, she saw a naked man standing on the bed and gasped. "You are awake, little one?" He asked her and Anya sighed out a breath. "Yes." Deep red eyes flickered in the firelight and Anya appraised him from upside down. He was tall, very tall, and broad shouldered, with muscles molded on his body. A thin line of black hair made a line under his belly button to join the thatch between his legs and he had a light splattering of it across his chest. His arms looked to be as thick as tree limbs and it was difficult to really decide on his facial features, but he looked attractive to her, a strong jawline, clean shaven, short black hair. But she had a hard time focusing on anything but those eyes, even his enormous swollen cock was lost in the gaze. "You like what you see, do you?" He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the dark liquid in the goblet that he held. Anya turned her neck to look at the tray, two of the bags were empty. Looking back up at him, she watched as he gulped it down. "You're very potent. I could smell you from outside. I can taste your blood in this, and feel it in your body. I'm going to eat from you, little one." He told her in a deep voice and Anya watched as he moved a hand down to her pussy and pushed two fingers into her, going deep and rubbing against a spot inside that made her tense and cry out against him. His fingers moved from her pussy and then she felt him gently run the pads along the juncture of her legs and her pussy. Anya felt him lower himself onto his knees and he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face in to his cock, which she immediately sank her mouth around and happily let him thrust it into the back, his hand pulling her face forward hard, making the swollen, thick cock bend to push into the throat, cutting off her oxygen, and Anya waited with learned patience for him to back out enough for her to breathe, he did so and then bucked back into her mouth. Anya was so focused on the way he felt so large and throbbing against her tongue that she didn't pay attention to the fact that he had lowered his face to just over her pussy and breathed in her heady scent before he stretched his own mouth open, allowing his canines to slowly extend down and he licked over the pulse he felt at her lower iliac where it ran below the surface of the front of her right hip. When he sank his sharp teeth into the tender skin, he felt her try to back away and wrapped the hand that held the goblet around her back to pull her back forward, his mouth not having disconnected from her as he began to suckle on her, taking her blood, filling his mouth with it for just a moment before he pulled back and licked over the point of the holes he had made in her flesh, watched as they instantly clotted and the area healed before the multiple lines of blood that were running down her naked flesh had even reached her beautiful, rounded tits. He heard her whimpering below him and pulled her back heavy onto his cock. Loving the feel of it deep in her throat, he moved his hips with more and more force as he face fucked her. He lowered his mouth over her pussy and licked at the moisture on the lips, she was quivering now, more than anxious to see what he would do next. He bit into the opposite iliac and drank more from her, his arousal deepening in his whole body. Licking her again, he watched with appreciation as her tasty nectar ran down her body, making delicious paths that he would lick away very very soon. Anya felt him growl above her suddenly and he pushed so hard into her throat, she felt her lips stretch painfully wide, and then he was coming, his load shooting into her and he was shaking against her body. His mouth sunk and bit into her pussy, making her jerk and clench and her eyes slipped closed as she came, loving the feel of his sharp bite, the sucking way he moved his mouth while attached to her, and his tongue laving over the area below where he was connected to her. When he pulled out, Anya swallowed as much as she could before letting the rest spill onto the bed beneath her. His mouth was off again, and this time, he was moving down her body, licking the blood that she had felt run hot down towards her breasts. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him feed on her. Every time he did it, the desire for him to take more, to eat the whole of her grew stronger. No wonder they had him feed before he started. She would never want him to stop. She watched him stand and hop down from the bed, at least she thought of it as a hop, he seemed to float at first. When he turned from her and walked over to the table with the tray, downing his goblet as he went, she widened her eyes, huge black bat wings were connected to his masculine body between his shoulder blades and now she knew why earlier she had felt as if he would come to the window. He had flown here. She watched as he cut open the third bag and tipped it straight into his mouth, drinking the entire thing in one go, his body soaring again, his cock hard and pointed up, way up, she widened her eyes, it seemed even larger than it had been when she'd taken it deep in her mouth. He moved himself back onto the bed and stood over her again, placing a hand on her hips as he lined his cock up with her wet pussy. Anya cried out, feeling the heavy hot head enter her body, and then she felt him thrust and he was stuffed way inside of her shaking body, the sensation intense from the way she was turned. He hit her insides sharply, and when he pulled back and did it again, she screamed. He arched his back and his wings spread wide behind his back hearing her sound and he pulled his hips back and did it again...and again, and she screamed loudly, her pussy thrown into a hard orgasm, her juices squirting out of her as he pummeled her pussy with his monster cock. One of his hands remained on her hip as his body stretched forward and grabbed behind her back for her hair. She whimpered when he yanked her body up so that her back was to him, but her neck was open now for his mouth to come down hard on her. The sensual sting made her body jerk and she closed her eyes, loving the feeling of his drinking her blood as his cock stretched and beat her pussy walls until she was thrown into a spasm of release that was matched only be the harsh thrust of his hips and the way his cock shot up and up and then held, his cum filling her slippery, tight pussy walls. When she was released to hang upside down again, she concentrated on trying to breathe without panting, she was so hot, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she needed to calm herself, or let him fuck whatever she had left and bury her in the woods. She was beyond sated, she was complete. He walked to the table and opened the final bag of blood with a frown, drinking it as he had the third, looking back at her when he was done, a line of blood had fallen past his lips and down his chin to drop on his large chest. "I need more blood." He said flatly, walking slowly towards Anya in such a way that she was reminded of how the wolves had hunted her in the forest. All she could do was shiver as he got on the bed. When he flapped his wings in an awkward way, it turned his body upside down so that he was able to look at her face to face and Anya gasped, he was as handsome as he looked, and dangerous, those teeth in his mouth looked extremely dangerous. She knew he had hooked his feet somehow above them, but she couldn't see how in the darkness, and he was pulling her up so that her body wasn't being held by the ropes at all, but in his tight grasp. He stretched his wings out again and flapped them hard, which pushed them so that her back hit the top of the bed and his wings seemed to grab and hook onto something that she couldn't make out, the room was so dark, the movement of his wings had blown the candle out. Anya whimpered as let her lay on his chest as he released his hold on her. She felt warm and secure on him this way and she felt his hands on the ropes that bound her. She would have thought it was impossible for him to untangle the complicated ties and clasps, but he must have been in this situation a million times. Before she knew it, she was completely free of all of her binds, even the collar that had been pushed high on her neck when he'd bit her there earlier. "Anya, do not be afraid of what I do. I will not hurt you." He whispered hoarsely against her neck after biting her there again, sucking for a very short amount of time before licking the wound closed. Anya shook but muttered her agreement against his chest. He smelled amazing, it burned inside of her an intense ache, a desire to fuck that she didn't even remember feeling when he'd fucked her pussy the first time. The scent seemed to seep from his pores as he held her tightly against his body. When they fell down onto the bed below, Anya gasped, the movement surprising, but they were up almost instantly and he had rolled them onto the floor, his feet under them and then he was flapping his wings and was off his feet with her in his arms as they were suddenly out the window and flying into the sky above the mansion. Anya screamed in fright and tugged herself as close to him as she possibly could get as he climbed higher and higher into the night time sky. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her pussy smashed against his hard hip bone as her arms wrapped around his neck and her nipples pressed into his chest. He held her with less force, knowing she was secure as he took them high, twice as high as the tree line before finally flapping his wings a little differently to keep them in place where they were. "Anya, release my neck, I have got you." His red eyes centered on her face as she stretched to look at him. She slowly released her death grip on his neck and placed them lightly on the front of his chest. "Now your legs, little one." He knew she was afraid to do it, they were very very high off of the ground. "Now, little one." He repeated and watched as her lower lip shook as she unlocked her legs from behind him. When she was no longer wrapped around him, Anya felt the vampire flap with more force and they were taken even higher, so high that she had to work to breathe a little more. Anya tried to grab a hold of his shoulders when he extended his arms and looked at her as she was held before him, her legs pointed to the ground below, her arms on his. "Do not be afraid, little one." He stretched his lips in a mischievous smile and suddenly his fingers released and Anya screamed, feeling herself instantly falling towards the earth. She felt the air hit her as she fell, and her body turned so that she was tilted downwards, her head face down towards where she expected to impact with the ground and her arms and legs spread, there was nothing to grab on to. Closing her eyes, she whimpered, Jesus, what had she been thinking, this was crazy, an oversized bat had just dropped her from the sky. And why in the world was her pussy contracting and juice coating the fold? She was going to splatter on the ground in a minute. She felt the tree line coming quick upon her and started screaming again, and then she wasn't falling anymore, large arms were wrapped around her and she was secure in Alexandru's grasp as he started to fly up again, dropping her again, then grabbing her forcefully before doing it another time. She was begging him to keep her to him in the end, and he seemed to have heard her, because he finally clutched her forcefully from behind and flew with her towards the mansion, Anya widened her eyes as they approached the stone window, the wall outside this section of the mansion was stone, as well, and she tensed when the man behind her flew her not into the window, but to the outside wall of the mansion. His strong, flexible feet secured themselves in the grooves of the stone, and he grabbed a section of the wall above him with one hand as the other cupped her around the front, under her breasts, as he moved his cock in line with her throbbing pussy. When he entered her, he wasn't gentle, he beat in with all of his force and her front was shoved forcefully into the cold stone wall. His cock head soared high, stretching into the top of her pussy, making it strain and clench around him, but he continued fucking her on the wall, holding her tight, groaning against her neck as his wings flapped every once in a while behind her to push them harder against the wall.Anya let her neck fall back against his chest and closed her eyes. "I am going to feed on you, little one. You will get weak, but do not be afraid, you will wake tomorrow." He whispered against her neck as she shivered, turning her head just enough for him to get a better angle and then his open mouth surrounded her neck and he sank his teeth into her carotid artery this time, the blood fresher here, satiating his hunger faster, bringing a larger amount of her life force into him faster, and he bucked harder, his cock pounded her, she was orgasming one after another, and she was taking him all, eating his cock deep into her. He felt her head lull down against the wall and he disconnected, licking the artery quickly and watching to ensure that it healed quickly. When it was, he took a heavy breath and moved them from the wall, holding her limp body within his, his hips thrusting, keeping up a rhythm as he moved them back into the room where he had first come to her. Alexandru settled her to rest her body on the inside window sill, ass out so he could continue fucking harder and harder within her. He pulled her hips against him and felt the wildness of it take him, and he grabbed one of her wrists and bit into it, coming hard against the top of her, his cum spilling and filling every part of her pussy. "Stop." The gentle but firm male voice behind him said and Alexandru licked the wrist before pulling his cock out of her pussy and standing, frowning in despair at the suited man before him. "What is it about her that has made everyone here at Vorhees break every rule we have? Including me?" Mr. Hughes sighed, looking down at the pale girl. "You don't know?" Alexandru's red eyes widened as he smiled at the man before him, he had several bags of blood and tubing. It was for the girl, not for him. "What?" Mr. Hughes frowned, if there was something about the girl, how was he not sensing it? The vampire chuckled and bent and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he walked with her farther into the room. "I have to infuse her, Alexandru, she is dying." Mr. Hughes followed him as he made his way to a large chair in the corner of the room. The vampire sat down and Mr. Hughes frowned as he saw the man's cock was hard again. He opened his IV kit as the man growled, holding the girl over his thirsty meat and slowly pushing down onto her ass. He didn't stop until he was all the way within her, and then he settled her body back against his and held out her wrist for Mr. Hughes to put an IV in. "You'd better rapid infuse her with more than two packs of blood, then, Arc-" "Don't." Mr. Hughes hissed as he inserted the first IV. "I was going to rapid infuse two, Deandra is coming with the pumps in just a moment." "She's going to be disappointed." The vampire pulled the girl up and then bucked slowly several times, taking this fucking a lot slower, letting his senses ruminate on her exquisite pussy and scent. "Who? Anya? She probably would have liked feeling you in her ass, yes, but she will be angry at being transfused." "Have Deandra get more. I'm going to take at least another liter from her." "No." "Your spells don't work on me, Mr. Hughes, or Ned. Which is why we both piss you off." Alexandru watched the man frown as he pulled his cock half out before looking at the blue eyed man with a tight smile, pulling the girl down hard and getting a whimper from her weak body. "Deandra isn't going to be my dessert tonight, I'll take another liter from this little one." "No." "Deandra, help him get the blood going, I don't want to kill her." Alexandru was growing frustrated, his cock throbbed and while the redhead immediately moved to assist her employer in getting blood into the girl as quickly as possibly, he bucked over and and over up into her ass, coming in her with force, knowing how angry the other man in the room was that he would continue fucking the girl when they were trying to keep her alive. "Alexandru. Please." Mr. Hughes sighed, frowning when the vampire pulled the girl off of his cock. "Deandra, go get two more liters." The vampire barked out, getting tired of the order, he wasn't going to listen. Not this time. "What is it about her, Alex? Why is she different?" Mr. Hughes could not sense anything about the girl, she was fully human, there was nothing special about her. She was human. "You really can't smell it? Have any of her other lovers mentioned it?" Alexandru chuckled, handing the unconscious girl over to Mr. Hughes for a moment as he rose from the chair. Mr. Hughes frowned forcefully, shaking his head, "I need to know, Alex. If there is something about her, then I must send her home. She mustn't stay here if there will be problems." "There are problems? Besides me drinking from her?" Alexandru licked his lips as the girl was settled onto her bottom on the chair, he picked up her foot and smoothed it in his hand, rubbing it to increase her blood flow. "The wolves, they tried to claim her." "You should have ended things with Sergei's pack back when he had a problem the last time." He lifted her foot and held it close under his nose, breathing in her body's sweet aroma. "He lost all of his pack but Yakov. They have no female wolves now." Mr. Hughes watched the vampire closely as the man ran his tongue over the girl's foot, Deandra had arrived with a cooler which he knew would have the blood that had been requested, and probably a few extra. He had a feeling they would need it. "You feel responsible." "I am responsible. Sergei's son had just died, as had his wolf mate. He wasn't himself then." "So why do you think he claimed this little one?" Alexandru smiled as he positioned her foot sideways before his mouth, he already knew, but he'd be damned if he told Mr. Hughes. "I don't know. If, if what you say is true..." Mr. Hughes shook his head, sighing as he watched the vampire open his mouth and bite hard into the girl's foot, making her whimper and jerk gently, not quite away, but making his teeth sink in farther regardless. Alexandru closed his eyes and drank from her, the blood would come slowly from the veins he had pierced in her foot, and he wouldn't empty her before she could be filled. He licked at the bits of blood that tricked from the holes and looked over at the man glaring at him, a deep chuckle in his throat as he drank of her, the poor man was frustrated, and it wasn't just because this woman affected him and apparently the others who had fucked her, but she was affecting Mr. Hughes, the un-affectable. He knew he would drink his fill before dawn, and then he would fuck her, when she was warm and pink, and he would hear her screaming his name in her throes of passion, too, before he had to leave. His entire body demanded it of him. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 16 Her heart pounded in her chest and it startled Anya awake with a heavy gasp. Her back arched and her mouth fell open as she opened her eyes to look around her. She was in her bedroom, on her own bed, at Vorhees. Sunlight shined through her window and she smelled a hint of something woodsy, and mint from nearby. Stretching her body, toes to fingertips, she was going to roll to her side when she realized that there was a heavy weight on top of her lower body under the blankets, and the sensations in her pussy immediately assaulted her senses. Hands pushed into her hip bones and held her down as she was gripped in a groan, teeth were tenderly attacking her clit, and alternately, the tongue between would come out and push into her wet pussy. She had already orgasmed in her sleep, Anya realized, as she slowly lifted the blankets and saw the nearly hairless head of Mr. Hughes as he viciously ate her pussy in a furry of nips, bites, licks and sucks. Her whole body was attuned to him and she tried to figure out how she hadn't felt him until just now. She gargled out an excited moan and put her hands on his head and he finally lifted it to look her in the face with his passion-filled blue eyes. Anya smiled, wrapping her legs around his shoulders as he wordlessly moved his mouth back to her pussy, burying his nose in her clit and sucking in the pussy juices with force. Her breath caught, her legs tightened and her hands worked painfully into the sheets beneath her as she shook with her raging passion. His fingers eventually joined his mouth and she moaned as she felt him invade her cunt with his long, slender fingers. "M-master." She whimpered his name, feeling juice pour out of her and onto his hand. "Would you like to learn a new position this morning, Anya?" He groaned against her body, biting into her labia and making her yelp. "Yes, master." She huffed, seriously? He was going to pull this dominant/submissive shit now? Now? "I am going to remove the blankets now." He told her as he sat up and pulled the blankets from their bodies. He was naked from the waist up and it made her pussy clench, yes! Yes! Mr. Hughes was finally going to fuck her! Her eyes were glued to his body, he was exquisite, all rippling muscle and tanned skin. His pecs were made out of rock, she could tell, and she dropped her head back and whimpered, please, now. What she hadn't expected when she saw his body was that it was covered in black lettering, lettering that she did not recognize and that broke up his skin with the heavy tattooing of it all over his chest and arms. She figured it would be on his back, as well. She wondered how far down it went. She knew it was at least at the level of his hips, she could see the black ink disappearing into his pants. Then she remembered when he'd had his fist in her pussy, she hadn't seen writing, but then she realized she hadn't exactly seen his arm. The grin on her face was that of an excited puppy, and she was panting heavily. "I'll say 'touch your toes' and you do this." Mr. Hughes took her legs by the calves and pulled them together and up until she tipped her ass up in the air a little and he was able to bend her in half and he pressed her feet into the mattress above her head, then moved her hands straight up above her head so that she could grab her feet and she held herself so that her pussy and ass were completely at his mercy. "Yes, master." "Today, I am going to tie them, you will get too tired to hold in place otherwise." He told her and moved his body up and over her legs so he could reach her ankles better. He took a two part canvas strap and velcroed one end around her ankles and the other around her wrists, effectively trapping her in the intense fold. "I have two hours to get you stretched, Anya, and I was going to be rather brutal about it this morning, as you have not been obeying correctly. However," Mr Hughes sighed as he sent three fingers into her wet pussy and heard her moan, "I told you an unfortunate lie last night, and I want to be honest with you about what happened with Alexandru. What's the last thing you remember?" Anya thought about it, she remembered him dumping her out of the sky, and she remembered him catching her and fucking her against the side of the mansion, but then it got foggy, he was feeding from her. She was sure she lost consciousness. But that wasn't the last of what she remembered. She remembered waking up and being on the huge bed, on her hands and knees beneath the vampire as he fucked her ass hard, and another time, she'd woken to find him sitting on her face, his cock pushing deep in her throat as his long hot tongue speared her screaming pussy. And then another, when she was on her back, her legs twisted to the side and the vampire thrusting with full force in her cunt, his growl and the way his mouth had widened and his teeth had dropped to sink into the skin around her nipple had made her gasp and collapse against him yet again. And she remembered plastic tubing. She remembered blood in it. "He drank too much." She said, her face pressing against her knee caps as she realized what he had done. "We had to transfuse you, Anya. You would have died otherwise." "How many times?" She asked, biting her lip as she wondered just how close she had been to death, damn it. "We put four liters in you, Anya. You are going to be fine." "Four?" Anya's voice was shallow as she imagined it, almost her entire blood volume gone. It made her shiver and she tightened her eyelids closed as she felt him push four fingers up inside, sinking in as far as he could until his thumb stopped him. "I will be as gentle as I can be, Anya, but I have to stretch you." "Yes, master." She said after a few moments, sucking in a breath when he pushed his thumb in, turning his hand a little, slowly spreading her entry to allow his fist. She wished it was his cock. "Your cunt is so wet, Anya, I like seeing it moist like this. I like you when you can't move away." He told her as he pushed his hand fully inside of her body. Anya pulled tightly down on her feet, he had immediately sent his fist to the top of her cunt and she could feel him splay the fingers and twist inside of her. It was an overwhelming feeling to be fucked this way, and her pussy pushed hard against him as he slowly pulled back, pushing forward only to make the same shivers spread through her over and over again. "Anya, I have three things here to choose from to put in your ass. Which one would you like me to use on you first, one, two, or three?" He asked without showing her what he was talking about. "Two, master." She chose randomly and waited impatiently as he smeared goo on her asshole and pushed two fingers in, which her body readily accepted. Apparently after the vampire left she hadn't been bathed or tightened yet. She must really need stretched for today. "This will only go in about eight inches, but it's thicker than what you will be used to with a plug, Anya." He warned her as the thin tip of the plug was pushed into her ass. It expanded almost immediately and Anya whimpered as he moved his hand out of her pussy so that he could concentrate on getting the wide plug up in her ass. It went in with a pop that made her body spasm and she cried out in her passion, she felt overstuffed and it was amazing, her breath was coming in pants and she felt his fingers rub over her pussy. Soon, they slipped in and she felt him slide his entire fist in, pushing harder on her pussy at her front this time from the rounded curve of the plug in her ass. "Is that good, Anya?" He said in a tight whisper. "Yes, master." She breathed, her mind focused on the feelings he was creating within her body, and the orgasm that she felt coming slowly, building with each push and slide and stretch of her pussy. He removed his fist again and the plug was removed from her ass. "One or three, Anya?" "One, master." Anya shook, so anxious for him to fuck her, knowing that one of the numbers had to be his cock, he wouldn't make her wait any longer. "For this one, I'm going to move you, Anya." He stood up from the bed and put his arms around her, setting her on her flat feet, her hands moved to wrap around her ankles and he made sure that her knees remained straight. Anya turned her head to the side and saw what looked like a cock, but it was easily twice as long as a normal one, and thick, really thick, and he was already moving it to slowly push it into her ass. Her cry came out heavy as the rod was buried in her ass, she knew he had worked it past her rectum, it was in so deep, and once it was in, he bent and licked her seeping pussy until she came on his lips. "It is amazing what your ass can take, Anya." He said as he moved the long rod in and out of her ass, eliciting squeals of delight from her with each twist and turn. "Yes, master." Anya felt herself grinning, thrilled to please him. Mr. Hughes was still frustrated with the vampire from the night before. He had never convinced the old Romanian creature to tell him what he knew about the girl. He seemed convince that she was more than just a cute, freckled, sexy, human girl. Mr. Hughes was able to pick out non-humans better than anyone else he knew, and he wasn't catching anything from the girl that was marking her as anything other than what she had presented to him as, a human girl. He couldn't drink her blood, but he had sucked her cum, and that should have outed her to him if she was non-human. "Anya, what is your heritage? Do you know where your mother is from? Your father?" He asked as he slowly started to slide the cock out of her ass. "My mom's from South Carolina. She moved up to Boston in college and never left. She met my father there. He grew up there." Anya thought the question was weird. "And your grandparents, are any of them from Europe or Asia?" She shook her head and then shrugged, "My great grandmother on my father's side was from Armenia or somewhere, I think. She was pregnant and unwed when she came over. I remember someone saying it was scandalous. I don't know, she died when I was a baby. My dad's brother always said I looked like her." "What did she do for a living?" He asked. Anya frowned, "Uh, I was a baby when she died. I know she crocheted, and her eyes were green like mine, but that's it." Mr. Hughes nodded, as he figured, there was nothing about her that would hint that there had been any non-human breeding in her family's past. She would have known if any of them had been anything other than completely human. "Three?" He asked her when her ass was empty. "Yes, master." She muttered, cock cock cock. "I'm going to lay you down again." He told her as he lifted her easily up in his arms and put her on her back again. When her ass and pussy were exposed to him, she closed her eyes, her body shaking, knowing he would pull his hot cock out and finally fuck her mindless with it. As a pressure built at the opening of her ass, she whimpered, here we go! Her pussy danced and cheered, maybe he would then fuck her there, after he had plowed into her ass. When the first few inches filled her, she whimpered, it wasn't his cock, but it was huge, whatever it was, it was fucking enormous and she felt her ass spread wide, slowly accepting the girth. It was slowly filling her rectum. Her breathing was wild and she felt him press something against her pussy lips. She felt defeated, he wasn't going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do to make him. Her pussy finally relented to the pressure and she moaned as something equally as large pushed deep inside. She felt Mr. Hughes push hard on both, intent on getting them each as high as he could, and eventually, she felt her asshole and her pussy round and inch closed as they reached the dip at the end of the two identical dildos that he'd filled her with. The cocks stretched her wide and long, and Anya felt her thighs shaking as she tried to grow accustomed to the pressure, it was intense and so fucking sexy. Mr. Hughes moved her body so that her hands and feet were near the headboard. Reaching up, he clicked a metal bracket in place over the canvas between her ankles and wrists and then hooked her to the headboard, making it impossible for her to move, unless she went side to side which he knew wouldn't be comfortable, so she would stay on her back. "I will see you in forty minutes, Anya." He stood straight and picked up his white dress shirt from beside the bed and pulled it on. He knew she watched him and that she wanted to ask him a great many questions, but she wouldn't. She was a sub, and she could only stretch the rules so far before he actually would punish her for breaking them. When he left the room, he stopped Deandra from going straight in and asked the girl to make Anya a shake that would make up for the lack of nutrients that she'd been getting the past few days. Then he disappeared into his office. He had some research to do. Anya kept her eyes closed, manually breathing, keeping her breaths deep and even before slowly letting the air out. She felt overfull, the sensations that worked up her body were like scratchy, pinching little fingers that ran from the flesh pressed by the two huge probes to every nerve shooting signals up her spine. More, more, more, her body seemed to hum, more of this. Her muscles in her arms and legs spasmed periodically as her mind and core would finally have enough and have to release against the thick invaders. It was sensual, it was dirty, it was sheer and total bliss to be filled and left like this, her window pushed open letting in the warm mid-morning sun, a breeze swept in every once in a while and the cooler kiss of it sent shivers up her spine. Deandra was picking up the basket of cleaning products that she had used to wash Anya with when Mr. Hughes re-entered the room. His face was firm, he was in full dom mode again, and she wondered what had made him eat her pussy while she slept. She had been the first guest that he had kissed, she could only assume that his pussy eating would have been strictly prohibited. She straightened a bit and dipped her head forward, eyes on the ground as he moved toward her. Her empty pussy squeezed like a vice and she felt him run his fingertips up her back from the top of her ass to the nape of her neck. The collar had just been locked into place. "Come, Anya. You have an appointment." His voice was dark, and she could sense the tiniest amount of frustration coming from the man as he walked slowly out of her bathroom with her, and then took her from her bedroom and they walked through the house. Anya was fed in the submissive dining room quickly, he seemed determined to get her to her scheduled fuck session. She figured that he was more than ready for her to leave the spa, she seemed to be causing him more than a few problems. Every session she had seemed to be going not at all according to plan. Who knew what today's would bring. When they finally stepped out onto the patio, Anya paused as he took the collar off and then she turned to face him. "Let me at least eat your cock, Mr. Hughes." She begged, her hands going to press against his stomach. His blue eyes sparkled a bit and he took her hands in his and raised them higher to place them on the front of his upper chest. His smile was more of a smirk and he tilted his head to the side a bit as he looked at her. "You may well be the worst sub that has ever lived, Anya. The very worst." He chuckled as she frowned at him. "Don't you want to fuck me?" Anya felt tears fill her eyes and she pressed her naked body against him, she was no longer even aware that she was always naked. "Alas, I am not your appointment today, and I do not want to upset these men. They're very strong and I am not up for another fight today." "Another fight?" He frowned at her, she knew he was talking about the wolves, they both knew it. "You should probably find a different wolf pack to use in the future, Mr. Hughes, not to tell you how to run your business or anything." She watched his smile widen and she could see his even white teeth as he turned them so that she was at his side and they were walking again. "That has already been taken care of, Anya. Sergei was more than ready to break his contract. Besides," Mr. Hughes veered them to the left and they were on a new path through the woods, "Their pack is smaller than a typical wolf pack, and they keep no female wolves." "How big is the typical pack?" Anya asked quietly, he was more likely to tell her about this non-human world if she was calm and didn't press with deeper questions. "Anywhere from 8 to 12 wolves, usually a third of which are female." He felt her move her hand into the crook of his arm, and he placed his other hand over the top of it. "Why so many more boys?" She asked. He looked at her with a grin, "Wolves spontaneously ovulate, Anya, just like you do now. They can increase their numbers more efficiently." "Then how come they're not like humans, covering the planet with their spawn?" "There are plenty of wolves out there, Anya. You would just never know them. But they have enemies, so..." He shrugged his shoulders as he stopped talking. "Enemies?" "Not all non-humans get along as we do here at the spa, Anya. Werewolves are both light and dark. In their human form, they're light, good, loyal, loving. But when they turn into wolves; vicious, voracious, consumed with passion. It's not usually like that for non-humans to be both light and dark." "Humans are, we're both good and bad." "No, Anya. You're good. Humans are incapable of the darkness that can fill one of us." He chuckled, talking to her about these things, it sometimes felt like he was teaching a child, humans never understood it. "The plant?" "Light. If you can believe it, he is light." "The centaur?" "Light, ornery, but light." "Alexandru is from the darkness." That was not a question, but he nodded at her anyway. "The bat wings give him away?" "Something like that." Anya said and looked in front of her, they had neared a clearing and in the distance, she could see somewhat of a mountain. Many more broke out and stretched behind it and she was amazed at how gorgeous the scenery was. You couldn't even see this from the patio due to the trees that surrounded the spa. "Piltrum, the statue? I take it he's light?" She asked as they continued walking along a gravel path now, towards the first mountain. "Of course. Most of the non-humans here at the spa are of the light. The two don't always intermix. Today's appointment is also of the light. Of your remaining appointments, however, two are of the dark." "Now you're just being spooky." She sighed, she didn't really want to think about it, she didn't want to focus on what he had told her about this new definition of good and bad, and she certainly didn't want to think about the pack in that way. "It will be a bit of a walk to get to your appointment, the gravel is soft? Your feet are not hurting?" He asked, looking down at her feet as she walked at his side. Anya shook her head, the pebbles weren't crunchy under her feet, they were smooth and she almost felt as if she was getting a massage as she took step after step with him. Looking ahead, she smiled, the sun was warming her, and it felt very delicious to walk out in nature completely naked, her body open to the elements, the wind hitting her, the smells, she was happy right now. Her smile didn't leave her face as she looked up at him again. "My appointment today is light." She repeated. Mr. Hughes nodded, "I would usually tell the woman that I was taking to her appointment that she would not be harmed, that there was no danger for her. But you do not behave, either in the spa with me, or outside of it. You, Anya, are a bloody troublemaker." Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 16 "Mr. Hughes, how exactly is it my fault that a wolf bit my ass, or a vampire sucked me up like a juice box? I certainly didn't put your tongue in my pussy this morning. Though feel free to do that-." She gasped, he pulled her to him and his mouth ground against hers, hot, open, his lips hard and seeking, and then his tongue pushed inside and she found herself sucking on it for long, intensely pleasurable moments. She barely registered the fact that one of his arms was around her, his hand low and his fingers pressed at and slightly into her ass, and his other hand squeezed tightly to one breast. When he finally stepped back, Anya could tell his breathing was just as ragged as hers. They stared at each other for several moments as they calmed their breathing. He was the first one to repair himself and he grabbed her arm a little roughly and started walking a little faster this time towards the mountain. "There are six of them, Anya. They will be large, intense, and you will be fucked hard, and they won't stop even when you are exhausted. They will exhaust you, Anya." He said quietly as she finally was able to match her steps with his as he slowed down a little bit so as not to drag her. "Six." Anya widened her eyes as she looked at the mountain. "They will fight amongst themselves a little at the start, they always do. It's kind of their way to establish a pecking order, of who gets to fuck you first. It's always different, they all have different likes and dislikes when they mate." "Will I get pregnant like I did with the wolves?" She asked timidly this time. He nodded, "Yes, but your first shake each morning has been taking care of any pregnancies that have occurred." "Pregnancies? I thought you just aborted the wolf embryos?" Anya shivered, she knew the shakes held the abortificant, she could taste the difference in flavor and hadn't minded, she wasn't keen on having a non-human baby, but she hadn't thought the centaur, or the... "Did I get pregnant with a vampire baby?" She gasped. "You're not pregnant now, Anya, that is what is important." He shook his head when her smile widened, full of mischief. "That's a shame. I would have liked to have a little bitty vampire baby. If it was a boy, I would have named him...Lestat, and if it was a girl...Elizabeth." She heard him chuckle as he moved a hand to the back of her neck and squeezed a little bit. "Very amusing, you've read way too many stories about non-humans. You would not enjoy giving birth to a child from Alexandru. I'd have to have a warehouse full of blood to keep you alive. It is very difficult." He told her and a cold shiver worked through her body. "What are these six non-humans that are going to fight over me?" "Nope." He chuckled and Anya gasped. "Did my master just say 'nope' to me? Where is Mr. Hughes?" She winked at him as he frowned down at her and they walked in silence for a while. "I will come and get you shortly after midnight. I don't allow them to take you up the mountain to where they sleep. It's too difficult an ascent." He told her as they got closer to the area where rocks began to jut out of the ground here and there. "Which means that I'm getting taken up a mountain tonight." She muttered at him, causing him to look at her. "Why do you say that?" He asked. "Because I'm a bloody troublemaker, right? They're probably gonna misbehave with me." She shrugged her shoulders. "You could be right. I'll keep an eye out later this evening, then, to make sure I can fetch you back safely." "Yes, Mr. Hughes." Anya told him, the rocks were a little sharper here under her feet. "Have you ever heard of a satyr?" He asked suddenly, keeping hold of one of her hands as he helped her start to climb when the ground shifted upwards. Anya thought for a moment, "Is that the beast with the man chest and the big bull head?" "No, that's a minotaur." Mr. Hughes shook his head, "They're not hospitable." Anya shivered, she was glad, she didn't think she could let something with a great big bull snout fuck her the way she had come to love being fucked at the spa. "Mr. Tumnus, from Narnia?" She widened her eyes, six of those would be very pleasant, but not all that large, and he'd said she would be taking a LOT. Mr. Hughes chuckled and shook his head, "Anya, You are very inappropriate. Do not call them fauns." "I don't know then, you've got me." She was standing on a boulder looking down at him as he stood on the one below her. "Tall, about eight feet or so. The legs of a ram. Furry, hoofed, the chest and arms of a man." "The head of a ram?" She shivered as he stayed where he was below her. "The head of a man, just bigger, and with the horns of a ram above his ears. They're somewhat stubborn and quick to anger, Anya, so behave. Please." Anya nodded, she didn't want to get hurt, to feel actual pain, she wasn't into that sort of thing. "Mr. Hughes," she looked at him as he stood looking up at her, his face was level with her crotch and it was making her drip. "You know, I wouldn't mind so much if you said 'come fuck me,' Mr. Hughes." His eyes burned as a storm brewed within them for a moment as he stared at her sopping pussy and his lips thinned a little before he slowly shook his head. "Anya, your pussy will be filled soon enough." He stepped around her and took her arm again and led her up a ways, finding somewhat of a trail in the mountain side at one point and leading her down it for several moments before they came to a gradual widening that became sort of a flat, wide lip to the mountain. The grass here was long and soft and green beneath her feet, and the view as she looked out towards the south was a gorgeous picture of the landscape leading to the mansion. "They will want you docile, Anya. Very very docile and willing. Do not fight or argue. You fuck who they say, how they say, and when they say." His words only made her heat up and her pussy blew him kisses and clenched tight. She walked with him to a flat round rock that was in the center of the clearing and had her stand on it, feet flat, and then he moved her back forward so that she rounded her upper half down, knees straight, as he'd had her that morning, and had her wrap her wrists around her ankles. Anya shivered against the feel of his suit jacket as he knelt and tied her arms and legs together with a thick cloth. "You are such a dom, Mr. Hughes." Anya whimpered as he moved her carefully so that her feet were about two feet apart, opening her pussy up wider, the scent filling his nose and drifting through the air around them. "Such a nice wet pussy." He sighed, patting one of her ass cheeks before she felt him move away. Anya knew he was gone, she heard his footsteps grow quieter and quieter until she was sure she was alone. The wind hit her pussy lips and she closed her eyes, feeling them shiver and quake. Little drops of her juice slipped between them and slowly made a trail down her legs towards her bound hands and feet. She heard them well before she could turn her head to see them, and the sound filled her with apprehension. Loud, crackling noises as their hooves beat their path from somewhere on the mountain. The noise came closer and closer, and her pussy throbbed harder as she waited to see the satyrs, waited to see the cocks that would be filling her today. Her breath was fast as she finally heard hooves slam onto the ground of the clearing and she watched as the magnificent large form of a satyr straighten and he looked over at her with a hard, intense gaze. His hooves were black, and thick, powerful. They were larger even than the centaur's hooves had been. They gave way to roughly haired legs that were indeed shaped like the back legs of a ram, the hair was white and not short, but not very long, and slightly wavy as it did grow longer towards his rump, and he had a short tail, his ass shapely, masculine and her pussy hammered home when he turned towards her and she saw a flaccid cock between his legs. Flaccid, but already enormous. Almost a foot long, which was actually less than she'd taken in the past, but thick, incredibly so. There was no sheath holding it, it simply hung, now slightly off of the hair on his muscled thighs, as he looked at her. Anya's eyes widened, he was becoming erect and her breath came in little needy pants, fuck, she wanted that cock in her pussy, like...yesterday. Come here and fuck me now, she hoped her eyes told him as he stared at her from more than twenty feet away, come here right now. But he remained unmoved, so she slowly pulled her gaze from his animal lower body to the strong muscled chest of a man that filled out, making her very aware of his strength. His arms were that of a man, with large, strong looking hands. She wanted those hands on her body, needed them to touch her. His head was human, his hair white, thick, like the hair on his rump and instead of just being on his scalp, she could tell it grew thickly about halfway down his back, stopped just above his collar bones, and rounded over the side of his neck. He was bearded, and his mouth was set in a grim line as more loud crackles beat at the mountain, making it fairly rumble as she stared at the satyr that she could see. His eyes were brown, large, intense, he wanted her. She could see that, he wanted her badly, but he didn't move towards her as the others arrived. The next was darker in appearance, even his skin was a deeper brown, his fur black. The next was a light tan furred beast, and the one who went to stand by the first had light brown fur. Anya shivered when one jumped down behind her and her skin sizzled as he rounded into her view. He was a great beast with gray fur and black hooves, and he seemed to immediately cause the others to fidget, she wondered at it, as he didn't speak as he moved slowly over to them. They were soon joined by a satyr with red fur, his a little more curly than the others. All had brown eyes, all had enormous looking curling horns growing out the side of their heads. All looked at her standing where she was with a serious desire to fuck her. Oh, God, Anya whimpered, Mr. Hughes had been right, she would be taking a lot today, the satyrs were mostly erect as they gazed at her, and while their cocks weren't as long as she'd gotten used to, they were going to stretch her so wide. Get on with it, her pussy cried, trying to attract their attention by pushing rivers of her pussy juice out and down her legs. It seemed to only enrage the beasts further and she heard one of them make a braying sound. It was the gray one. Another responded, and then they were all making noises at each other that Anya couldn't understand. Eventually, she watched as the white furred one who had seen her first pushed his chest against the tan one and began to walk over to her. Before he'd gotten more than a few feet, the gray satyr slammed his horns into the side of the white's head, the clash of their horns together echoed off the whole mountain and threatened to collapse it. Anya cried out as she saw the men hadn't even been grounded by it, and were now locking arms and pushing hard against one another, hitting horns and braying and growling and she could see their mouths set in anger as they obviously fought for who would get her first. She saw the white falter and he was pushed hard against the side of the mountain. Breathing heavily, he bowed his head, letting the gray know that he had won. The gray nodded back and rubbed the man's hairy neck before turning his head to the red furred satyr who was moving quietly towards Anya. Anya almost lost her balance when the two slammed together, the gray easily overpowering that one, and then the tan and light brown furred satyr were eventually subdued by the larger, older looking horned beast that was now standing only five feet from her shaking body. The black was left, and he looked set for a good fight, his hooves scratched the ground and he brayed loudly, angrily at the gray, who returned the favor, and then they were together. Anya's ears rung from the way their horns hit and beat against one another, it was angry, ferocious, the way the satyrs attacked one another, and she watched as the black kicked off and slammed harder, finally getting the gray to take a step back, but only for a moment before the great beast used his amazing ass muscles to shove the black closer and closer to the mountain. Eventually, after what seemed a good twenty minutes, Anya thought, the two had decided the winner, and the gray, breathing heavily, again made his way towards where Anya was still tied. He had placed a large hand on the top of Anya's ass and his fingerpads were running over the curve and their tips were just touching her perineum when his body was knocked sideways and the mountain came alive with the sound of the great fight that ensued between him and the red, who had apparently decided he really didn't want to wait. This fight seemed more intense, and the gray had become even more menacing in appearance. His cock was hard and pointed out and up as he pushed at the red, chasing him suddenly up and down the jagged rocks above the clearing as the two parted and came back together in a thunderclap of horns. Anya couldn't see them all the time, but she knew the other satyrs were watching, looks on their faces as they watched the fight, and then turned their heads to where she was panting, tied together, and then back to the fight. Each weighing the possibility that they could try again to win the right to fuck her first, or to just fuck her without the others realizing that they'd skipped the line. Anya saw the tan furred one push himself off the wall and take a few steps in her direction, seeming to have made up his mind that he would just go ahead with the fucking while the other two fought, when he stopped suddenly, the bray that sounded above them was harsh, pained, and then there was a heavy thud as a large body slammed down the side of the mountain and the red furred satyr landed on his side on the ground, his body scraped and bruised. Anya heard the gray jump down and stand near her body, his eyes daring another satyr to step forward and challenge him. No one did, even the tan moved back towards the face of the mountain. Looking at the red furred satyr as he painfully stood back on his hooves, she realized that there were about four inches missing from the lower curve of his left horn and she gasped, he had been seriously injured. When he turned to face the gray and slowly backed towards the others, she could see several puncture wounds bleeding on his chest, and his breath was coming rapidly. The nurse in her yearned to go to him, to treat him, to hold him and tell him that it would be ok, but the hot cunt in her throbbed and clapped its hands as the victor rounded her and brought his cock head immediately up to her wet pussy, wasting no time in taking his prize. "Let's see if you fuck as good as you smell." He mumbled angrily behind her and Anya gasped, she had started to think that they couldn't talk. His hands wrapped around her ass and lower back and he pulled her back as he bucked forward and his cock came heavy inside, filling her with just the one thrust, stilling as he waiting for her pussy walls to stop clenching so hard at his wide girth. She could hear the way he brayed in satisfaction, and then he was holding her painfully tight, shoving his cock in and out, enjoying the feeling his cock head made whenever he pulled out completely before forcing her pussy lips to take him back inside. Anya cried out, knowing she would have fallen down at the very start if his hands hadn't held her where she was. The backs of her knees burned, but the sensation was overwhelmed by the deep pleasure she felt at being fucked by the beast's thick cock. She wanted to grind her hips and squeeze him, she wanted to have him continue slamming into her until she was exhausted, just as Mr. Hughes had said, and then she felt him increase his speed. The intensity with which he began to ram inside of her almost scared Anya at first, but she panted and quaked and cried out as his shaft pummeled hard and deep, his balls hitting her thighs hard, his strong arms forcefully cramming her ass against his groin. She lost count of how many times she came with him inside of her body. She was so hot, so stretched, and he just kept humping into her furiously as her pussy happily took every inch of him. Then he let loose a bray that echoed his passion and his cock suddenly fucked and then held, and she felt his cum fill her vibrating pussy, the hot slide of it making her moan and clench and grind into him. "My name is Cynric. You will fuck all the males of my flock today." He told her after he had pulled from her pussy and watched the fantastic waterfall that was their joined cum as it squirted out and fell in a fantastic wave down her thighs. Anya nodded, not trusting her voice to actually work. What would happen now? Would the others start to fight all over again. She watched as he walked away from her and walked back over to the red, putting his large hand on the satyr's shoulder as the slightly shorter satyr moved his brown eyes up to the gray's. "Payton, you will fuck the girl, you have earned the second." His deep voice flitted over Anya's skin and she sighed out her desire, would the red be unable to, though, he must be in pain. She missed any responses that were made, as she had closed her eyes and was trying to calm herself, she had a long way to go. She felt more than saw the large hooves of the new satyr that positioned himself behind her at the rock. When he spread his hands over her pussy and asshole, she didn't stop herself from moaning and pushing back against him. He was aroused, desperately so, and when he put a finger in each hole from the same hand, her body rocked with an orgasm that shook her. Then when she felt a tongue push in beside the finger in her pussy, she cried out and her knees buckled. He caught her just before her shins slammed into the rock she was on, and he picked her up in his arms and walked with her over to the mountain face. He held her in one strong arm as he bent and picked up a thick branch off of the ground before pushing it into a cleft in the side of the mountain. When it was secure, even to him, the satyr turned her so that her legs and arms were straight up in the air, and he held her in that position, his hands under her back and lifted her onto the branch sideways, so that the left side of her body rested close to the mountain and her other side was to the open air. He didn't move her flush with the mountain, though, and she could immediately tell why. When he released his hold on her, the binding on her ropes held her securely in the air. She got a better look at the satyr as he shifted her hands and feet so that they were about a foot and a half apart, her pussy open and wet, her breasts heaving, and her green eyes sad as she took in the broken horn and wounds on his chest. He seemed completely unconcerned. "This is not the first time for one in our flock to break a horn, girl, your pussy just smells delicious." He told her, moving his body so that he could line his cockhead up with her pussy lips, "it tastes good, too, let's see how you feel." When his cock pushed deeply into her, Anya let her head fall back and she cried out, again, stretched to her limits, coating his whole shaft with her pleased as punch pussy juices as he immediately began a hard fuck pattern into her, his hands on her thighs to pull her forward, making it very easy for him to go deep and hard. He seemed to start pushing back on her a little harder with each exit, and Anya felt her ass sway backwards a little before he would pull her forward and his cock filled her again, the sensation insanely pleasurable. It happened again, and again, and Anya was thrilled, sucking his cock up happily with each ram he took forward, its walls pulsating with her desire to fuck him, to milk his cum out of his thick and hard cock. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 16 The first bit of it shot into her fast, and he continued to punch his cock into her in short thrusts until he was finished, his body shaking at the powerful release. When he was done, his mouth moved into a satisfied smile and he tipped his head into a nod that denoted his pleasure at her body. When he turned, he walked only a short distance away before the white stepped into place behind her, pulling her body back so that his cock head settled over her asshole from behind. "I am Birch. It's time we open your ass." He whispered against her ear as he felt the shiver ripple through her small form. Anya closed her eyes as she felt his cock head slowly pry open her asshole. It was hard to take, her asshole was hesitant to let such a thick rod inside, but as he held her still, the tip was able to penetrate her ass and she breathed in gulps as he shifted his hips with measured slowness so that he inched into her a little at a time. She was thankful that Mr. Hughes had inserted that incredible goo into her ass earlier, because there was no way she would have been able to take his girth without it. She felt him hit the inner muscle of her rectum and then he pushed harder, sending several more inches up at once. Anya heard his short bray and then he thrust hard with his hips, sending his cock through her rectum and into her sigmoid, and she screamed, her orgasm tight, his thick rod filling her, stretching her, making her body respond by clenching, pulling to keep him inside. "This is good?" He whispered to her. "Yes, please, don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me in my ass." Anya shivered against him as he slid halfway out. "My pleasure." His lips curved in satisfaction as he licked her earlobe, sliding over the metal brand at the top, as his hands wrapped tightly onto her lower thighs and he pulled her back with force each time he bucked his heavy hips, drilling into her ass rapidly, repeatedly, and she thought he was about to come, was weak and aching and begging for it when he suddenly held and brayed loudly. Loud clapping hooves made their way over and Anya's eyes widened as she saw the tan furred beast step in front of her opened body. He sniffed audibly, taking in the scent of her weeping, empty pussy and then he grinned. "Can you smell yourself?" He asked, two thick fingers pushing inside of her pussy, coming out wet and he put them in his mouth. Anya nodded, she could most definitely smell the odor of her arousal and the sweat that was coming off her and the satyrs who were fucking her. "Human girls all smell the same, it's good, but it's the same. But you are different from the other humans we've been brought. You smell...like desire." He looked confused by his own description, but didn't pause any longer to think on it. Anya felt the cock in her ass thrust to hold high inside, and the satyr whose cock was in her bent himself so that her pussy presented an easier target to the satyr that had just spoken of her smell. Oh, God, she was going to have two of these heavy cocks inside her, Anya whimpered, it would be so much. It would feel so good. "I'm Dwight." He told her, "Birch is my twin." She understood why they were willing to share her, she supposed. His cock pierced her pussy and Anya let her head fall back against Birch as his brother put his hands on Birch's rump in order to pull the two of them forward as he thrust up fully into her pussy. Her screams were ignored as she orgasmed, her body buried between the two of them as Birch stayed still in her ass as his brother started to vigorously fuck her swollen pussy, fast and faster until both of them were braying and coming, their balls tightening as they sprayed her full of their hot cum. For long minutes afterward, all three of them panted and held together as their bodies calmed from the workout that they'd had in her luscious little body. Anya smiled her pleasure, whimpering slowly as she felt the cock slide from her ass, and then the other one slipped slowly out of her pussy. "Later, we will change places in you." Dwight told her with a knowing smile on his face. There were two satyrs left to fuck a first time and Anya watched as the black moved in, his giant arms raising to remove her from the branch. He laid her on the ground and made fast work of untying the binds that held her folded together. When they were off, he helped her lower her legs to the ground beneath her, and slowly rubbed the ache out of each wrist as his brown eyes stared at her face. "Once we've all cum inside of you once, little one," She shivered as she'd been called that before, "we will feel an urge to breed you. When that happens, you will endure a great deal of pounding into your pussy until we smell the change in you. It can sometimes take several hours. It will be very pleasurable for us, but your pussy will be made very sore, you may beg for us to stop, we won't be able to." Anya frowned, biting her lip as he put her wrists on his shoulders and lifted her into his arms, lining his cock up with her twitching pussy lips as he walked with her to the rock wall and he held her against it. She closed her eyes as he slid high into her, the thrust slow, lazy almost, as his thickness pushed her pussy lips open wide, very wide, and her body clenched around him. "It is too late for you to leave, though, you would never make it down the mountain, Cynric is already feeling how close we are to the frenzy." "F-frenzy?" The black head nodded and he bent down and kissed her neck, "There is no definition for it really in your language. Maybe think of what happens when a chicken is put into a coop filled with roosters." His cock throbbed and he slid out of her almost fully, his hands on her hips holding her up as he moved. "Isn't the chicken fucked like crazy?" She whispered, groaning when he slid back inside, she had no idea how hard it was for the satyr to go slow like this, it caused a deep ache within his body that actually became very painful after a few strokes. "Yes." "And I'm the chicken." Anya sighed, wrapping her hands around his hairy shoulders, enjoying the way his body felt hot and hard and soft against her skin. He chuckled as he fucked up a little harder into her pussy. "You are the chicken. Please be the chicken, little one." He said slowly before he brayed, he wouldn't be able to last much longer, the pain was becoming excruciating. "Will it hurt?" He shook his head at her question, his face was turning slightly red and Anya wondered what was causing it, but his whole body seemed to be shaking, too. "I'm the chicken." He brayed, his hips pumping forward and back hard, and he had to lower a hand to her lower back to keep the girl from hitting the rock as he bucked. His cock filled her, stretched her open with force, and the satyr breathed in her scent, it was heady, strong, hypnotic, and Dwight had been right in his description, she smelled like desire. He closed his eyes and let his rump muscles work into her, he could feel her orgasm, her juices slowly squeezing down his cock as he punched in and out, she was ready for them to breed, it would just be Ailen after him and it would begin. Braying, he pumped his hips three more times and then his cum filled her. Afterward, he held her tightly to him, his body still shaking in the aftermath, and he felt his cock slide out of her sheath, he knew he would fuck her again, and soon, and he wouldn't be able to stop until he'd fucked both of the holes their cocks could breech, and she'd be drinking his cum, too, even if his head would barely fit within her lovely mouth. "My name is Colby. I will have you cry my name when I fuck you next." He whispered in her ear, making her shiver, before he let her legs slip down and her feet touched the ground. "Anya." She said her name for the first time, and watched several of the satyrs nod at her. Looking among the group, she saw the last of them step around Payton and his brown eyes held hers as his lithe, large body moved closer to her. "Ailen." He put a hand on his chest before he bent down so that their faces were a few inches from each other. She nodded and watched as he put his hands on her pussy that was still spilling the huge load of cum that she had taken from the other. She shook but remained still as he shoved a few fingers inside and then brought them to his lips, "Delicious." He said in a coarse voice before straightening and taking her rather forcefully into his arms. Anya waited as he carried her with him on a path that she hadn't even seen before through the trees and curve of the mountainside. When they rounded a corner, she realized there was another clearing, slightly smaller than the last, and on the far end of that, was an enormous tree stump that had been cut about four feet off of the ground. It was easily five feet in diameter, and the wood on top was smooth, she found out as she was laid on her stomach on top of it. Even the bark on the side was relatively smooth where the fronts of her thighs hit it. She felt him behind her, felt his legs separate hers and his cock was instantly pushing hard into her ass, making her scream, the slide of him inside was intense, and she knew he wasn't going to go as slow as Birch had gone, in fact, he suddenly bucked with heavy force and sent his cock all the way up into her colon. Her breath came in pants again and she felt a hand move to her wrist on each arm and move them to knobs that had been carved into the wood that she hadn't even seen at first. It helped her stay still as the satyr began to bray and pump his hips hard into her, the slap of them against her ass only causing the braying that had erupted around her to intensify. The frenzy was close, she could tell by the snorts and hoof beats on the ground around them. The satyrs were all aroused. The one in her ass was working like a goddamned battle axe, swinging his cock hard up into her ass, stretching her wide, causing her pussy to squirt over and over, covering his balls with the juice she shot out. When his cock seemed to thicken even more and she felt the veins inside swell, and his balls tightened against her pussy, Anya knew he was going to cum just moments before his cock let loose the load he dumped up high inside of her colon, his hips still moving, still fucking her hard. His bray reverberated through the entire mountainside. She clutched the knobs tightly, knowing that although each of these beasts had already fucked her, already put their cum up high in her holes, her time here had only just begun, and the air around her felt charged with anticipation, one satyr was pulling in closer, fucking her harder as he came, and five others were inches away, ready to take over as soon as Ailen pulled out. Fuck, Anya bit her lips as she felt his cock slacken ever so slightly, she was about to get fucking pummeled and she couldn't wait! Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 17 "When I pull out," Ailen whispered, his body bent fully over hers, he knew his cock would slide out of her ass in a moment and the frenzy would start, "Stay where you are. There is something, it would be dangerous for you to move, Anya." She shivered as she felt him slip from her ass and the gape slowly closed a bit as she was left empty and alone on the stump. Anya had expected the satyrs to immediately vie for another fuck, but instead, she heard another thunderclap as horns were slammed against one another. Turning her head, she saw that it was Cynric and Colby, and they were gripping the tops of each other's shoulders as their hooves dug deep into the ground, neither one willing to give an inch. Anya's green eyes widened and her breath was shallow as she watched all six of them approach each other slowly, and then horns were smashing together, brays were heard, and she winced as more than one satyr's beautiful hard chest was gored by one of the other men of the flock. Even Birch and Dwight, the twins, fought each other in this battle for the winner. Anya knew her pussy was the prize and it clenched and spilled its desire, and the juices flowed down her pussy lips to cover her clit and drip down her legs as she hung over the side of the stump, her feet not touching the ground. She whimpered, not having expected the orgasm as it came, and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and seeing Birch knock Payton down and he reached her, his hands on her legs to part them and hold them up, his cock at a point, pushing hard and deep into her pussy and then she realized the difference between the first time she was fucked by the flock and this time. Their cocks were hot, almost too hot, and if there was any way that he was thicker, then he was, because Anya whimpered at the way he stretched her pussy walls as he seared high into her, but he never stopped. As soon as Birch hit the curve of her cervix, he was halfway out, and then his hips were beating back in. Her pussy whirled and tensed and squirted on his thick cock as it proceeded to fuck her with so much power that she was sure she would have a bruise along the front of her hips where they beat against the stump and she did not care. Her screams of complete surrender to this lightning fast fuck soon turned to moans as his cock plowed hard and held, and a thick wad of semen infused cum was aimed at her aching cervix and he held her still as it worked out of his cock like a power hose to coat the outer walls of her uterus. Anya bit her tongue hard as he yanked his still hard cock from her and she felt him back away. It was weird, she could feel tingles in her pussy, could feel the way his sperm worked into her womb and knew that these beasts, one of them, would take root. Closing her eyes, she let her forehead fall against the stump as she squeezed the knobs above her head and took a long breath. Hands grabbed her hips and she whimpered, feeling her legs part as a cock was shoved between them. She turned her head and saw that the gray was there, Cynric, and he was in her fast, oh God, the feel of his hard cock was astounding. He bucked up inside, his face was set in a grim line as he concentrated, his rump wasn't rocking as much as he seemed to be in some sort of furious seizure that repeatedly sent him to the end of her pussy, which was gladly wrapping his enormous meat in a hug that let him know she was aroused, insanely aroused, and her pussy was wet and gushing against him just in case the hug failed to tell him of her desire. When his hot cum filled her pussy, she felt an immense orgasm tighten her and heard him bray in near pain, but his hands only squeezed her body tighter, and then he, too, was gone. Anya shook, her muscles week, her legs drooping down so much that had she not been holding the knobs, she would have fallen. When the next satyr grabbed her, he rolled her onto her back and pulled her ass off of the stump, holding her legs up and to the sides so that he could stand between them. Her half closed lids took in that is was Colby, and she moaned in response to the forceful thrust that sent his cock inside, dancing manically within her pussy until he, too, shot his hot wad of cum inside, where it mixed and tingled and pressed within her womb, seeking the egg she knew they were looking for. Anya moaned, if she was a spontaneous ovulater, wouldn't she be releasing an egg every time she was fucked? She wondered how this all worked, but knew she'd never understand, this world was incredibly new to her. Hell, she thought as Colby slipped painfully from her wrecked pussy, It was only Wednesday and she'd been at the spa since just Saturday morning. Ailen was back, and he plowed into her dripping full cunt as his hands moved her legs up his chest to rest them against his body, her feet at his throat as he brayed and fucked her, his cum clearly begging to be released as he concentrated on the rapid pace of his punches forward into her body. Anya cried out, her body tackling the large cock like a warrior until he finally spilled, his groin and balls squeezing hard to plant his seed with the rest. She knew only Dwight and Payton were left, and looked at Dwight as he came forward, she realized that the tip of one of his horns was missing, and over half of the other one was gone from his head. She gasped, why had they fought so hard. She could see that he was limping a bit as well and he still looked angry. His large hands, one bloody, grabbed her hard by the backs of her knees and spread her open in just enough time for his thick hungry cock to ram hard into her pussy, making her arch her back tightly. If Anya had enough breath to actually speak, she would beg him to keep fucking her, to keep bucking into her pussy in a flurry of thrusts. Jesus, this was intense, and she loved every second that he reared into her dripping fold. All too soon, he stopped and swelled even tighter in her pussy before his current of cum gushed forth and sought it's prize in her womb and Anya was pushed up and onto her side on the stump when he jerked his heavy cock out of her and walked back. While Anya clutched her hands and legs close to her body, she waited, knowing that Payton, the satyr that had already been hurt last time, approached her slower than any of the others had. When he put one hand on her shoulder, and the other around her ass to scoot her towards his chest on the stump, Anya actually whimpered and clenched her limbs tightly together, scared to actually look at the damage she knew must had been done to him to end up in this position. Her body was pulled into a sitting position and he put a hand under her chin, forcing her to view what had resulted from the fight to fuck her amazing pussy. Her green eyes fluttered open and immediately filled with tears as she saw that one of his horns was completely gone, a bright red wound in its place, and his face was bloody, several large gashes covered his face. His chest hadn't faired any better. He had fought so desperately hard for her, and his own flock had refused to back down, even after his first injuries. His own flock had done this to him. "They did this to you?" She whispered, feeling him tense and move her closer to his body. Anya parted her own legs this time, anger pouring through her body as she glared at the other five satyrs, "Your own flock did this to you." Anya felt his hand come up and her mouth was covered, he also looked angry. "Anya, I bear this with pride, you are taking it wrong." He hissed in her ear as he cupped her ass with his large hand and she was tilted up to meet his seeking cock. Anya wrapped her arms around his chest, not caring that she was wiping his blood on her body, let the others see it. Even if he wasn't angry with his family, she sure was. There had been no reason to fight over her. She was willing to fuck them ALL, and had already. Why the extreme violence? His hand lowered again, needing both of them to hold her in place as he began to pummel his hips against her, his rump muscles tight, spasming as he sunk his cock hard, in and out, bringing her to a heady orgasm, and she squealed as she dropped her head to press it against his breast, hearing him bray, knowing that he punched harder inside, one of her hands dropped and she splayed her fingers in the area over her belly button, and could feel the hard, large mound that was his cock every time he thrust into her. The sensation of having her hand rub at it from outside, it must have been too much and the satyr clutched her painfully around her ass cheeks and came hard in her core. He lowered her to her back on to the stump and pulled out, her body shaking in response to the tug, they had actually needed to use force to exit her pelvic neck, and Anya felt hands spin her in another direction. A sob tore from her throat when she saw Cynric, fury on his face, a feverish rush of movements as he positioned himself between he parted knees, and his cock a dark pink, more than desperate to fill her. When it surged high, she screamed, softer than before, her body really was falling weak against their constant penetration, and there was little she could do than lay there while he pummeled her with his monster sized cock, coming yet again deep inside of her. When he pulled out, Cynric looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, she had finally passed out in exhaustion. He brayed to let the others know and stepped out and away as Dwight pushed into place, removing her from the stump and going to ground with her, his cock inside her pussy before he'd even gotten her settled onto her back on the much softer, and blissfully cooler, grass on the mountainside. When Ailen stepped over, he was about to plant his cock inside when something changed, the pain in his balls fluttered away and the scent in the air coming off the sleeping woman was altered. She was still fragrant, achingly so, but there was something else. He shook as he moved to the ground, his nose pressing into her pussy. He licked her pussy lips several times before he shoved his tongue deep within her body. When he did so, he felt her gasp and her head turned to the side. She was only just asleep. He would not wake her, he thought to himself as he sat up, a big smile on his face, knowing the frenzy was over. Looking over his shoulder at the other men around him, he realized that they had stopped pacing. "Well?" Colby asked, stepping forward anxiously. "She is bred. It was fast," Ailen remarked the last bit more quietly as he turned back to her pussy, seeing the sudden rush of cum from out of the passage that they had filled. It would make fucking her easier with some of the fluid expelled from her body, and their cum would be lighter, easier to pass, now that she was bred, "but she is definitely bred." "Check whose-." Dwight said, stopping in his tracks when Cynric bayed at him. "It doesn't matter whose kid, Dwight, it won't ever belong to us. We must stop smelling her, it just makes it harder to let her go." Cynric, the oldest, scolded the younger satyr, he'd been through this enough to know it was better not to make an attachment. They had satyr women to mate with to have children. The work they did at Vorhees allowed them the cash to own the lands they lived on in the mountain, and to live free from human interference. Ailen turned back to the girl, breathing in deeply, she smelled so incredible, he couldn't help putting his mouth fully over her pussy. He pulled her up off of the ground so that she was arched up and her body only touched the ground from her shoulder blades to her skull as he ate her pussy fast and hard, getting more than one moan from her, as well as a shaking orgasm. There were two kids, he sensed eventually, and that made his gut tighten, that was rare. Birch and Dwight would be pained at the loss. But Cynric was right, she was not for them. He pushed his tongue inside again, they had different fathers. He closed his eyes as he moved his tongue out of her pussy and pushed it deep into her ass. Her eyes opened and she looked up at his face. Anya saw tears in the satyr's brown eyes as he ate her ass, and she reached up and clutched his big hands in hers. "Ailen." She whimpered as she felt hooves stomping the ground around them. "Anya." He said huskily as a reply after removing his tongue. His hands moved her until she was back against his chest on her feet, but bent as if she was sitting on a chair, and she felt him, squatting in the way a satyr could lower himself closer to the ground, and then she felt his shaft thrust deep into her ass. His arms wrapped around her and he looked up at the satyr close to him. "Birch," He spoke quietly, watching the other satyr lift and part her legs so he could come between and push hard into her pussy, "we have both bred her." He saw the look of surprise in the white satyr's eyes before a soft frown of sadness filled them and he brayed his misery aloud, not caring when Cynric tried to lecture him. The two satyrs who filled her fucked her hard, concentrating on the joining, knowing that she was tired, but she was awake and was enjoying every moment. Anya felt like she was bouncing in their hold and the change in the way they were fucking let her know that the frenzy that had so immediately taken over the way they fucked her, had apparently gone. Which is why Ailen had said what he'd said about he and Birch. Two babies. Jesus, her fuckhole seemed to be dead set on getting her swollen with child. She knew, however, that Mr. Hughes would have the embryos removed before any real harm could be done, as did the two satyrs within her holes. Anya could tell by their slow, deep fucking, and the way their hands moved over her body, smoothing against her soft, heated flesh, and their lips sucked and bit at her nipples and neck. They might understand that she wouldn't actually give birth by them, but they weren't very happy about it. When they came and Ailen pulled out from behind her, Anya yawned hard, her muscles worthless as she was pulled into the arms of Dwight, who put her on the stump on her back. She closed her eyes and let her head lull to the side as his cock pushed up in her ass and he bucked hard, but slow, taking his time invading her. She was sleepily responding to the movements of his hips when she felt hooves clap onto the stump beside her. Her eyes opened and she saw Payton already stepping to lower himself down on either side of her face, his cock coming closer to her mouth as he shifted. There was no way she could take the huge head inside her mouth, but Anya opened it anyway, feeling his push, using her tongue as best she could, licking hard into the hole in the center and feeling him shake against her body. Seconds later, she felt his cum explode from the tip and she drank what she could, letting the rest spill out on either side of her mouth as he stood, standing high on the stump looking down on the others, his proud stiff cock stretching out for them to see, droplets of his spent cum dripping from the end. Anya smiled to herself as she tensed for the orgasm that was coming, already her ass was being sprayed with a load and she knew more would come. So much more. "But she could be delivered by C-section." A deep, distressed voice sounded from somewhere on the edge of Anya's cloudy brain and she breathed deeply, returning to the hard sleep that she had finally fallen into when the twins had fulfilled their promise to switch positions last night. "One half satyr, half human baby comes out nearly 7 kilos, and she would have two. You would kill her. Her blood supply could never get her to term." She heard Mr. Hughes faintly speaking and it made her turn on her side, cuddling tighter up against the heat she felt surrounded by. "We could have her delivered early." Another voice sounded stressed, it almost sounded like Dwight. "And how early would that be? Before or after you risked a perforation from their horns?" Mr. Hughes sounded mildly irritated, but not afraid in the least at the flurry of brays from the satyrs. "We just, Mr. Hughes, she is...she is." That was definitely Ailen, he sounded defeated. "I know. I know that she is special. She is affecting everyone this way. I am sorry for allowing her to put you all in this position. You know as well as I do that a human girl having a satyr baby is a bad idea." Mr. Hughes seemed to be getting through, because the braying sounded filled more with sadness than anger now. Anya opened her eyes and realized that she wasn't actually laying on the stump or the ground, she was actually wrapping in Cynric's large arms and her face was cuddled tightly against his muscled male breast. They didn't smell very animal-like, now that she was being given a moment to actually realize it, they had fucked her pretty much every moment that she'd been brought here to this mountain. "Mr. Hughes says I am a bloody troublemaker." She smiled softly at the big beast, her fingertips brushing around his tight male nipple and she watched him snort and shift his body, clapping his hooves beneath her. "Mr. Hughes has never been so right, Anya. You have my flock quite frustrated." His deep voice made her shiver, but he spoke softly, there was no anger in him. "I have a family at home, Cynric. Four kids of my own that I need to be there to take care of," Anya sighed, talking to him but knowing everyone else could hear her, needing them to, "I can't do anything that would take me from them." "Anya, it is time to go." Mr. Hughes voice was firm, but for once she knew that the tone wasn't meant for her ears. He was letting the satyrs know that the time for arguing about her was over. Cynric put her down slowly and she stumbled a bit and found Mr. Hughes had actually been standing nearby and he moved in before the others could and wrapped her into his arms. Anya wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled close against him as he turned and started to walk away from the satyrs without another word. Her green eyes met and moved from one of the brown eyed satyrs to the next, and she wished she could say a better goodbye, but what could she say. In the end, they had been strangers to her, meeting only her pussy for a whirlwind of hot hot sex. As they disappeared from view, she knew they started climbing the mountain again, their hooves pounding against the sky, filling it with a sound not unlike thunder as they made their way higher, probably to get another view of her with Mr. Hughes. "I'm sorry, Anya, when Mr. Bricker sent you here, I am sure he had no idea what this visit would cost you, or the people you met while you stayed with us. If, in the morning, you are ready to return to your home, I will not stop you, nor should you feel compelled to stay." He told her gently as they began the long walk back to the mansion. Anya didn't say anything, she chose to doze off softly in his arms for a while, loving the warm heat emanating from his body as he moved, his muscles holding her to him as if she weighed nothing, which she felt like she did, there was so very little of her left after she'd lost her weight at this place. "If I leave in the morning, will you fuck me tonight?" Anya asked in a whisper a long while later, he had been about to step onto the patio. Mr. Hughes went completely still. She felt his chest rise and fall harshly as he stared ahead, seemingly at the dining room, but she didn't think he was focusing on it. His jaw muscles tightened and his mouth was set in a grim line as he lost himself to his own thoughts and they just stood there. Anya knew that Deandra was probably waiting for them just inside the door but she wouldn't step outside, not unless her employer actually requested her to. "Fine." His words made her wake up a little in his arms, and she felt her pussy shout out a chorus of 'Hallelujah' and she held him tighter as they walked with purposeful steps onto the patio, through the dining room without stopping for her collar, and then up the staircase to the third floor. He didn't turn into the hallway where Alexandru apparently kept a room, but turned and he had to put her down for a moment as he pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked a heavy door that led to another hallway. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 17 He picked her back up and walked with her down the hall, turning at the last door, which he pulled open and then walked through to the inside before setting her down and shutting it firmly, locking it from the inside. He took out the key and walked over to a desk and placed it inside with the rest of the items in his pocket. His blue eyes held hers as he picked up his phone and spoke swiftly in French to the person on the other end, most likely Deandra. She looked around, there was very little furniture in the room. The bed was simple, king sized, but with only a wire headboard and no baseboard. The dresser was wood, lightly stained and polished, with nothing lining the top. No pictures of family, no knick knacks from past trips, nothing that would give someone a hint to the man in the room. The desk and a large overstuffed chair near the window were the only other pieces of furniture that she could see. When the handle was down, he moved towards her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder easily as Anya bit her lip and smiled. He took her into his bathroom and closed the door. Putting her on the tiled floor of his shower, he turned on the water, made sure it was nice and hot, and then pointed to the soaps and shampoos before leaving her alone to wash herself. Anya gazed after him surprised, she had expected him to stay and help wash her, maybe even strip and get into the shower as well. That would be nice. He could massage her aching muscles. Picking up the loofa that was hanging on a hook, she squeezed some soap on it and then spread it over her body, this was where the woodsy mint smell came from, Anya thought to herself. She closed her eyes and luxuriating in the water hitting her skin and the smell that wafted up around her as she covered herself with the soap. She was rinsing conditioner out of her hair when Mr. Hughes came back into the room, a jar in his hands that he handed her through the slightly open glass door. "Spread that over your pussy and your ass, Anya. It will soothe you." He told her as she unscrewed the lid from the jar. It was the stuff they created from Chrysanthulus, and she moaned, he was right. It would feel wonderful when she smoothed it on and inside of herself. Turning, she let the water cover her head as she smeared some thick goo on her hand and worked it over her tender pussy lips and within the confines of her stretched cunt. It tingled and warmed her, and she felt her muscles twitch a little and gradually, she knew, she would tighten up and you'd never be able to tell that she'd taken such a great force in either holes. When she was out of the shower, her body wrapped in a towel and half bent over rubbing another one through her long hair, she was sure by the time she left here it would be well below her ass if it kept growing, Anya saw him enter the room again. "It's a little more of a tart flavor this time, Anya." He told her as he handed her a shake and she took it from him and sighed. "This would be easier all around if I was on birth control." She told him as she plugged her nose with two fingers and took a huge gulp of the shake. "It would be easier for me, as well. However, several of our service providers are only able to perform if there is a fertile woman given them to pleasure. It is a necessary evil." "Will you be able to get me pregnant tonight?" She asked when the shake was gone, it had been horrendous, like drinking a glass full of the children's aspirin she remembered her mother having around the house when she was little. "No." Came his firm reply. "Okay." Anya sent him a curious look as she ran her hands through her hair, he had no brush in his bathroom, why would he, of course? He had no hair. "When you are ready, come into the bedroom." He told her and walked away, shutting her into the bathroom as he disappeared on the other side. Anya took her time, she picked up some of the tubes by the sink and found a bottle of regular body lotion that smelled like vanilla and rubbed it over her skin. Then, looking down at the cup on the shelf above the sink, her eyes sparkled in mischief, she picked up his toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth, rinsing and spitting before finally wiping her face on the towel she'd used on her hair before stepping over to the door and turning the knob. Opening the door wide, she stepped through and raised her hands to see that he was standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes widened and she froze, unable to do anything other than take in the sight of him as he stood, naked, in the middle of the room. But it wasn't even his body that she looked at first, it was the wings. Feathered, each almost the size of his body, flared out in either side of him. Holy shit. Holy total shit, Anya felt her breath come out in a cough, Holy FUCKING shit. In the darkened room, lit now only with candles, he looked, he looked like...Holy SHIT. Moving her eyes from the great white, feathered appendages, wondering how the hell he'd hid those under his expertly tailored suits, she took in his tightly muscled body. He looked like a street fighter, all ripped lean muscle and tight skin. The tattoos, that strange language, it covered him from collar bone to groin, it stopped at his wrists and went down to his ankles as well. Anya knew if she had him turn around, the back of him would most likely be covered as well. Then her eyes centered on the part of him that she had been waiting for so long to see in the flesh, and she was transfixed. And then she was incensed and her body grew hot and her face flushed and her mouth tightened, and she took a step forward, a hand raising to point at him, her mouth opening to voice her immediate accusation, and then she stopped and looked back down and stopped, a giggle suddenly escaping her lips, and then her eyes filled with tears. Anya felt the hard laugh fly from her mouth seconds before she covered it and felt herself begin to cry at the same time she bent in half from the hysterical laughter that had taken a hold of her whole body. "This is not quite the reaction a man wants when he stands in front of a woman naked." His words held no emotion in them, and his body stance had not changed in the least when she began to sob in laughter before him. "You-," Anya laughed, and then shook herself and straightened, and then broke out into laughter again before trying to continue, "you're not a man, you-fuck, you, oh my God, you-." He sighed and his wings lowered just a smidgen. "Anya." "Holy FUCK, Mr. Hughes." She jabbed a finger in his direction and she wiped her tears with her other hand. "Archimendes." He told her softly, still not moving towards her as she responded to his appearance. "Archimendes." Her head shook at its base, as if she was wanting to make a decision to shake her head but was undecided about it, "What the FUCK, Archie?" "Don't call me that." His voice darkened at that and his wings raised and Anya immediately felt something hit her that made her stand still and her emotions calmed instantly. She knew immediately that whatever this power was, he had used it on the werewolves, and probably tonight on the satyrs. It didn't stop her surprise, her anger, her frustration at the body of the man before her. "Oh my GOD, Mr. Hughes, you're-you-," Anya looked at him, her eyes wild, she didn't even know how to put it, "you don't have a penis!" Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 18 "No, I don't have a penis." Mr. Hughes' deep voice was calm, sedate, and he kept his hands in fists at his sides as he had since she opened the door. "But, what-wait, you don't have anything down there. Wait." Anya took a step forward, it suddenly came to her, her eyes went wide. "You're an angel." She shook her head, he was not how she pictured angels to be in the least, but the evidence was right before her. "I'm an angel." He nodded as she took another step towards him. "You can't fuck me." She whispered, her voice full of her sudden anguish. "Not with my cock, no, I can't." He said, and she was starting to get frustrated that he hadn't changed his tone. She was furious, how could he not be? "But I wanted you to fuck me." She gasped, indicating his groin area and hers. Mr. Hughes smiled and put his hands on either of her shoulders. "There are plenty of ways in which I can fuck you, Anya." Anya shook her head, "You can't fuck me with a penis." He frowned. "I've already fucked you twice with my fist, Anya. And with cock toys. Is it so very different?" He watched her giggle and roll her eyes at him. "Only someone who'd never buried his cock, his live cock, in a woman would ask that question." "That's a little cruel, Anya." He said, his voice a little dangerous as she looked at him. "You don't think it's cruel that I've been begging you for days to fuck me, you finally say yes and then you haven't got the proper equipment to give me what I want?" She gasped, feeling him reach out and grab her firmly by the hips and move her closer to him. "Anya." She sighed, "I'm not leaving in the morning." His blue eyes widened in surprise and concern, "I think it's better..." She shook her head, putting her hands on his chest, "Mr. Hughes, I know I've stressed you out, that you keep saying that there is something about me that is messing things up around here, but you are always there to keep everything in check. I've got three more days. I can go through three more days without making the world turn topsy turvy." He thought about what she said for several moments before he slowly nodded, "Fine, but if I feel it is really too dangerous, if tomorrow proves to be just as difficult as it was today with the satyrs, we have to revisit this." "Fine." Anya said, she wanted to stay. In actuality, she would have asked to even if he had been able to fuck her as she had wanted. She wasn't ready to leave, not just yet. She was enjoying her time here with these creatures immensely. "Pull the blankets down on the bed and lay on your back in the middle." He told her, letting her go and taking a few steps back towards the far wall of the room. "You're not going to tie me up tonight, Mr. Hughes." "I told you my first name, Anya." He looked back at her, one large wing lowering so that she could see his face, "And you may call me Archimendes." "Nope." She smiled at him at the corners of her mouth and watched him raise an eyebrow. "Nope?" "Nope." "Lay on the bed, Anya." He told her again before turning from her and opening a door that she hadn't even seen near the far left wall. Anya yanked the blankets down on the bed, which took a bit of force as they were very heavy. Once she reached the layer of satin sheets, she pulled the flat one up and put it over the fold of the bedspread she'd moved. Laying down on her back, she thought better on it and shifted slightly onto her right side so that she could see him when he finally returned to the room. He said he was going to fuck her and she wondered what he would use. She knew she would be tight, unable to take his fist without a bit of manipulation, but somehow, she knew that a fist wasn't going to be what he chose, and she shivered, her pussy getting excited as she waited for him to open the door. When he finally did so, she let her excited eyes take him in from head to toe. Now that she wasn't so filled with shock at his lack of a manhood, she was able to really take him in. His heavily tattooed body, those massive wings. Gah, she fucking loved the way he looked. He should walk around naked for all to see. Massive amounts of juice pooled into her pussy and she felt giddy with expectation. There was something new to him, however. He had a leather belt around his hips that was somewhat like the one she'd worn the day she'd been flown to the werewolves. But his had a huge flesh colored cock connected to the front of it, larger than the above average man, but not as large as the monster ones she'd been taking recently. A grin spread across her face as he moved up onto the bed and immediately laid himself between legs she stretched wide and then wrapped around him. His arms shoved under her sides and wrapped up and around her shoulders as his mouth came down on hers. The heat of his tongue as it met hers and pushed past to slide against the insides of her mouth made Anya whimper, loving the feel of his muscled body as he brushed his hair covered chest across her tender nipples and she felt the cock push against her inner thigh. Eventually, he moved his mouth down her jawline and then along the dip of her throat, breathing deeply of her scent as he nipped at her smooth skin. Her scent was mingled with something familiar to him and Mr. Hughes raised his head and smiled at her. "You smell like vanilla." He muttered huskily against the shell of her ear as he tilted his hips a bit to get the cock positioned better at the mouth of her pussy, her hands were digging into his back, he knew she was ready for as much as he could give her. "I used your lotion, it's all I could find." She smiled and pulled him down to kiss her again before he pushed just the tip of the cock into her pussy and stayed there. Anya gasped, arching her back and feeling one of his hands come up and wrap around her left breast. He pinched the nipple and his mouth moved down to take the entire bit of flesh deep inside and suck on her hard. She pushed her breast hard against his face and moved her hands to his head to hold him to her as she felt his hips shift and the cock slid a little farther up inside. "It's appropriate." He whispered before he took the nipple on her right breast into his mouth and feverishly sucked on it with his tongue, lips, and teeth. "Oh?" Anya gasped, the cock suddenly thrust all of the way in and she felt full, the cock stretched her tight, and it felt amazing as he held it up inside her. "You smell like vanilla, and we're going to have vanilla sex tonight." He said, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked at her and his smile widened on his face. Anya grinned sheepishly as she felt him pull halfway out and then surge back up inside, she whimpered and tightened her legs around his waist. "Vanilla sex?" She asked with a sigh as he repeated the thrust a little harder. "Yes." He growled as he wrapped her tightly in his arms and his wings moved up in the air behind him to stretch wide. It made her gasp to see the span and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his shoulder. "Then fuck me, Mr. Hughes, fuck me right now." Anya cried out when his thrusts became more intense, her pussy reacting, humming against his cock as her juices coated it and she began to build up to an orgasm she knew would rock her world. Closing her eyes, she held on as the man over her, the angel, used the fake cock to bring her pussy to a whole new high. "Anya." He moaned her name as he grabbed one of her legs and positioned it over his shoulder, his body shifting ever so slightly as he rammed harder, sending the cock in faster, creating waves of sensation that worked through her pussy muscles and she came, her thigh muscles tight as her pussy clenched around the cock and her hips came up to meet his powerful thrusts. "Oh, oh, oh, don't stop." She begged, feeling him slow down when he sensed that she had cum, her fingers scratched into him, moved forward and rubbed over nipples that immediately pebbled, and she hooked the leg around his waist over his ass, keeping him inside. "I wasn't going to." He whispered against her ear and she felt the cock begin to move slowly, sliding in and out more fluidly, he was by no means done working into her pussy. "Good, cuz I don't ever want you to stop fucking me like this." Anya purred, rubbing him with her body, feeling his heat mix with hers, his hips punch forth and echo off of her thighs. The sound of their breathing and groans as they wrapped themselves together, the slap of their flesh, the nips and sucks, all of it, all mixed together into an intense ballad of hot, hard, sensuous fucking that brought Anya to climax after climax, and the angel above her, a feeling of immense sexual satisfaction at making her cum for him. When they finally fell asleep against one another, Anya slept deeply, her whole body wrapped tightly against his, his wings down, acting as their blankets as their breathing evened out and their muscles finally relaxed. Mr. Hughes had waited until he could feel her breasts moving up and down in a gentler motion on his chest before he had slowly pulled the cock out of her satisfied pussy and removed the entire contraption from around his waist. She hadn't even twitched when he tossed it over the side of the bed before pulling her even closer against his chest and resting his head on the crown of hers. The next morning, Anya opened her eyes slowly to see that she was lying with her back to the form of Mr. Hughes, and he was still in a deep sleep. She could feel her bladder ache and carefully, so as not to wake the man in the bed, she scooted out and walked quietly into the bathroom. Once she was done with the toilet, she washed her hands and then peeked back into his bedroom. He was still sleeping, and had apparently stretched out onto his stomach, his wings taking up most of the rest of the bed. She smiled looking at him, he was really hot. It made her heart clench and she bit her lip, if he wasn't completely out of the question, she could fall in love with him. Shaking her head, she couldn't consider that, he was not the sort of man, well, he wasn't any sort of man at all, now was he? She couldn't even think about it. Besides, he had tastes that she knew she couldn't fill. Last night's tender fucking was not something he normally did. She didn't think he could live away from Vorhees, nor did she think he would ever consider a relationship with someone who was such a disappointment to him as a sub. The door to the room opened silently and Anya's eyes met and held those of Deandra and they nodded at each other as the servant quietly put a tray laden with food on the top of the dresser. She left as silently as she had come in and Anya walked over to the dresser. There were two shakes, and Anya heard her stomach rumble. She picked up the first and drank it fast. The tart taste was gone, and it was easy to down it. Taking the second one, she walked over to the window and sipped it a little slower as she waited for Mr. Hughes to wake up. He certainly didn't seem to be in any hurry to because he was still sleeping soundly when she went back to the tray and put the second empty glass down. Anya bit her lip as she looked down at the silver domes on the table. Lifting one, she saw an omelet, probably whites only by the look of it, with cheese and broccoli. When she moved the second one, she saw a bowl of oatmeal. Smelling it, she could tell there was brown sugar in it and her mouth widened in a grin. The third dome hid an English muffin and a pad of butter. There was also a cup of tea and a tiny little pitcher of milk next to it. This was most definitely Mr. Hughes' breakfast and Anya looked over at the sleeping man with a mischievous grin on her face before she picked up the knife and fork that were sitting beside the plates of delicious smelling foods and proceeded to eat them with relish. "Are you finished?" A deep male voice sounded from behind her when Anya was licking the last bit of oatmeal off of her spoon. Well, his spoon. "Mr. Hughes." Anya turned around and suddenly felt her stomach lurch. Grabbing it, she felt her throat burn for a second and she looked up at him in embarrassment. "There's a chance I ate a little too much." Mr. Hughes was sitting up on the side of the bed. He was still naked, but his wings were gone. How the hell did he do that? "I don't suppose you left anything for me?" He said darkly, a bit of a chuckle evident in his words as he watched her struggle to keep the food down. Anya shook her head, "Nope." He chuckled and stood up, walking to the phone in his room and lifting the handle to his ear. Anya walked away from the empty trays to stand by the window. He was telling Deandra to bring him something to eat. When he got off of the phone, she felt him walk over to her and wrap his arms gently around her stomach. "Sleep okay?" He asked, kissing her neck. "Like the dead." Anya nodded, covering her mouth when a little burp rolled up her throat. She could feel his smile as he moved his mouth to the other side of his neck. "Was last night...good...for you?" He moved one hand up to her right breast and squeezed it. "Vanilla sex isn't so bad, Mr. Hughes. I rather liked it." She smiled as she spoke and turned her head so she could kiss his lips, thanking God that she didn't burp in his face when she pressed her lips to his. "I found I rather enjoyed it, too." His voice was wispy as he looked deep into her green eyes, this girl seemed to be doing something to him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. "What are the letters?" She asked as she turned towards him. "It's Aramaic. A very old form of it." He said softly. "What does it say?" She asked, feeling him tense a little and he looked down at his chest and then up at her. "It's a list of names, Anya." "Names?" Anya asked, confusion showing on her face, "Whose names?" "They're all the names of the women, and the men, that I have fucked." He said in a voice devoid of emotion, his gaze fastened to her face as he gauged her reaction. Anya's eyebrows raised, "Am I right in assuming that you have an enormous number of names on your body?" He nodded, "Yes. They don't last forever. Every ten years or so, when I am covered, just like I am now, the oldest ones will start to fade and be replaced by new names." "You don't tattoo it on?" She asked. "No, they burn onto my skin. It's actually quite painful." He told her, stepping away when he heard a knock at the door and it was opened slowly. She was quiet while he took the tray away from Deandra and dismissed the woman before shutting his door. He put the tray next to the empty one and set about making his tea. "Is my name on there?" She asked walking towards him, but stopping close to the bed and running her hand along the pile of blankets. "Yes." He nodded, pointing at the nape of his neck, turning a little so he could show it to her. Anya frowned, "Why do you have them?" "It's not my choice, Anya, it's my penitence." What he said sounded ominous and she knew her eyes were wide, but she knew he would not explain himself completely to her, and she was incredibly scared for him to. Here she was being given evidence of an actual God, and all she wanted to make him do was shut up about it. It all felt so incredibly terrifying to her. "Oh." She muttered, walking back to the window as he sipped his tea. "Where are your wings?" He grinned over the cup, "They're there, you just can't see them. I'm just used to not feeling their weight while I walk, I don't often expose them." She nodded again, her eyes lighting on the doorway of the room he had entered last night to get the cock that he had so expertly fucked her with. She could hear soft sounds in the room standing where she was and frowned a little. Looking over at Mr. Hughes, she saw that he was turned towards the tray and was cutting into the omelet. Quietly, she walked to the door and pulled it open. Stepping inside, she let it close behind her as she walking into what was a semi darkened large room like none she had ever seen before. Just within the doorway, there were shelves built into dark wooden walls on both sides. On these shelves rested basket and box after basket and box of the largest variety of sex toys that she had ever seen. There were dildos and vibrators, handcuffs and nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, whips. And rope, there was a ton of rope. Her pussy clenched in appreciation as she continued walking into the larger area of the room. She could barely breathe when she realized what this room was. Mr. Hughes' had a sex room, and even calling it that wasn't quite right, this was a sex dungeon. There was a cross contraption on one wall, complete with a tall woman, naked, bound and gagged, a blindfold over her eyes, and she looked to have all three holes filled in some way. Anya could hear her shifting, a soft moan every once in a while. Then beside that woman, was a man probably in his mid twenties, who was tied up quite masterfully with rope. His cock was trapped in some sort of metal device that wouldn't allow it to move position, and she was almost sure that there was some sort of metal rod in it that went into his urethra. His hands were trapped back behind him and he was kneeling on the floor, facing out, an o ring gag in his mouth, his throat exposed but currently empty. She was certain his ass was stuffed, She could see the long rod going up between his thighs from the floor. It wouldn't have allowed him to move his position at all. "Anya." A voice said, slightly irritated, behind her, and Anya looked around her, all four of the people he had tied up in various positions in the room instantly tensed. She ignored him and moved on to the next person, another woman, this one older than Anya, she thought. She couldn't see the full face of any, they all wore blindfolds and all were gagged in some way. This one, she was in what looked like a coffin with glass sides, and she was completely naked. Tied from toes to neck, unable to move at all inside her prison. "Are these all clients?" She asked in a really soft voice as he came to stand beside her at the far wall. It was by far the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. Tan rope had been tied intricately, in the shape of a spider web, and had been tied to hooks that were bolted into the alcove in the window on all sides. The woman inside was tied, arms and legs spread, her breasts lightly squeezed between the ropes, her pussy and ass were empty, but completely exposed. She couldn't move a muscle as she was completely suspended in the knots. "No, Anya, these all belong to me." He told her as he placed a hand on the empty cunt that was about eye level with her, "I keep four or five, for as long as they entice me, and then they are given a severance package and they return to another life, far away from here." "You fuck them all?" She turned more towards him, watching him bite his lip and shove several fingers up into the spider web girl and heard a moan come from above her head. "Yes." "Are they all human?" "Yes." Mr. Hughes looked at her, removing his hand and wiping it on one of the clean towels sitting in a basket near one of the walls. "Can we leave this room?" Anya felt cold, she wasn't sure how she should feel about this, but it did make certain things very clear for her. Very, very clear. "Yes." He said again, picking her up and carrying her back into the bedroom. He set her on the bed, and Anya sat there as he turned away, walked back into the room for a moment and then came in with a basket of supplies that he set on the chair so she couldn't get a good look at them before coming back over to her. "I think I need us to go back to the dom/pathetic sub scenario. I don't want to, I don't want you to fuck me anymore like we did last night." She told him and watched him stare at her, his emotions deeply hidden inside. Finally, he nodded and approached her slowly. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 18 "All right, Anya." He said and put his hands on either side of her face, "This will be the last time I touch you like this." Her eyes closed on their own as his mouth came down to crush against hers, his tongue immediately between her teeth and her tongue raked along the side of his as they caressed each other, sucking and nipping for several moments before she finally pulled back and looked up at him with watery green eyes. "Yes, master." "Turn around and fold your legs in front of you." He said darkly, grabbing her arms gently as he did so. "The ties you saw inside...they are called Shibari. It's a Japanese art, tying people up. I've already done a few things on you since you've been here. I am going to do another to you now. It'll take a while." He told her as he took a long length of rope out of the basket and folded it in half before putting her arms in a low strappado position before knotting and looping and tying her together from neck to wrist. Anya concentrated on keeping her breathing steady. She was desperate not to speak to him, knowing that he was now the one with the questions. He tugged on her arms and she whimpered every once in a while at the pressure of the tie. It really did take a while to tie her arms, he was making it much more intricate than he had made them before. When he finished, she felt him put a collar on her neck and he moved her so that she was facing him, her legs still crossed in front of her body. He moved one of her feet so that it sat on top of the knee of the opposite leg, and then took a much shorter rope and bound her legs together like that. Then, he took a metal clasp and connected it to her neck and pulled her body forward so she was bent down, her breasts hanging low, almost touching her thighs, before clasping the other end to the rope on her legs. The position was intense, uncomfortable but not painful, but she couldn't move up. Anya knew that she would ache to get out of this position far sooner than he would ever agree to let her go. "Open your mouth, Anya." He said and she realized he had a ball gag harness in his hands. She allowed him to shove the ball in her mouth without complaint, and then he strapped the harness to the back. There must have been a ring on the back, because he collected a rope to it that he then extended down to her crotch and put both cords between her labia so she was rubbed repeatedly by the thick satin cords, and then he crossed the ropes in front of her clit and tied the end of the length around her waist. Anya found that when she tipped her head forward, the pressure on her cunt was extreme, and when she tilted her head back, it decreased the pressure against her cunt, but created a greater ache from the way she was bent over. "This is called positional bondage, Anya. You have two options. Neither one are easy to handle." He told her close to her ear as he ran a hand over her tied arms before going over to the phone and saying something she couldn't hear to someone on the other line. "I think I'll have you be a centerpiece on the dom dining room table this morning. They won't be allowed to penetrate you, but it'll be more than enough for them to see you take this tie." Mr. Hughes said a short while later when two men had come in the room and lifted her onto a rolling cart. "Thank you for last night, Anya. I will keep it with me for a long time." He said quieter as she was slowly rolled to the door, Anya was moaning as the ropes jerked and rubbed and squeezed at her, and he wasn't sure she'd even heard that last bit before she was out of his bedroom. Authors note: I know that theologians have stated that Matthew 22:30 did not translate to angels being sexless, they are stated as "masculine," beings that "never marry," etc. I took a writer's liberty and made the misinformation work into part of the story because I needed him to be unable to satisfy Anya the way she wanted. I apologize that if that makes you want to rip your hair out, but I had to go that way. For Anya. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 19 It was a good thing that she was tied up when she spotted Mr. Hughes enter the dining room late in the afternoon. Otherwise, she would have clawed his damned eyes right out of his ethereal skull. Her eyes burned with her anger, and she ached, her whole body was one big ball of ache now that she'd been left this way all day. The men and women at the table hadn't penetrated her, but they'd taken great delight in talking about her and pouring syrup or cream on her and wiping it off with food that they then stuck into their mouths. So not only was she numb everywhere, but she was a complete mess of sticky goo. His eyes never left hers as he and a man moved her from the table and back onto the cart the other man had rolled into the room. She was taken quietly up a hidden elevator to her bedroom and then Mr. Hughes was left alone in the room with her. He started freeing her of her binds with the clasp between her legs and neck and Anya felt his big hands on her back and chest, slowly helping her rise to a sitting position. The funky sting of finally being able to sit in a better position made her groan and she wished she could now move her arms, if they were even still attached to her body anymore, she wasn't sure. He untied her waist binding next and her pussy was free. Oh, Jesus, Anya whimpered, feeling instantly less stressed. He left the ball gag in place, of course, he was probably scared she'd yell at him or something, which she may well might have. Instead, he focused onto the tedious task of untying her arms. It took a long time before she was free, and by the time she was, Deandra was in the room and had taken over the task of untying her. Mr. Hughes had finally stepped outside her bedroom door, not looking back even once before he was gone, which she had looked for, of course, because she felt like he would eventually say something more to her, but he didn't. Deandra pulled the rope completely free of her body and then finally, the harness on the ball gag was unbuckled and her mouth was free of the contraption. She moved her jaw slowly, trying to work out the stiffness, as Deandra got her to her feet and led her into the bathroom, one hand on her collar. Inside the room, she was taken to the shower, where her collar was connected to the side of the shower wall. The water was turned to hot and she was carefully, and completely washed free of all the sticky residue from her time on the dining room table. When Anya was clean, her hair shampooed, conditioned, and rinsed, she was finally removed from the shower and stood in the middle of the room so that Deandra could wipe her dry. Once that was done, she was massaged with a thinnish, red tinted liquid and she felt it burn, at first, against her weary muscles, and then it felt delicious, numbing the sore muscles, bringing relief after what had been a tremendously tension filled day. "We buy this at the local market, Anya. It's a simple muscle relaxant." Deandra showed her the bottle. She nodded, knowing that the French girl was trying to be as friendly as she could be under the orders of her employer. Anya knew that if she were to try to get Deandra to do anything she wasn't supposed to, then Mr. Hughes would punish both of them. So she stayed still as Deandra got her ready for her next appointment. When Anya was ready, collar still attached, her head tilted down, her hands clutched behind her, as she had taken to doing even when not in full attention for her master, she was led out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the first floor. After a quick trip to the submissive dining room to eat, she was led into what she knew was Mr. Hughes' office. He was sitting behind his desk reading a paper. His blue eyes didn't even bother looking up when she was brought into the room. "Sit here." Deandra pointed to a wooden chair that had been placed before his desk. Looking at it, Anya felt her lip tighten only marginally, the chair had a wooden rod connected to the seat of it, shaped somewhat like a human cock. Anya nodded and moved herself around to the front of the seat and knelt a little so that she could put her hands on the sides of the chair before lining the cock up with her pussy lips. "No, put it in your ass." A deep voice sounded from the other side of the table, and Anya nodded, shifting position so that she could impale her asshole on the piece of wood, thanking God that Deandra had smeared goo onto both of her holes before leaving the bedroom. She focused on her task, having to go slowly over the widest bits of the cock, but eventually, Anya felt her ass cheeks meet the wooden seat and she settled tightly over the protrusion. She almost looked at his face, but remembered at the last second not to. Her eyes remained on her knees as she sat up straight, her hands now settled in her lap. "You have an appointment at dusk today." He put the paper with a pile of others and tapped the edge of them on the table to straighten the stack. "Yes, master." She nodded. He stood up from his desk and walked to the corner where the chest where Shi had been placed was located. Anya tensed when he unlocked it. Opening the lid, she saw him pull out the dark haired woman. Shi was naked now, and tied in one of his elaborate bindings. Her hands were tucked in front of her, tied around her breasts, and her legs were bound with her knees fully flexed behind her. When he lifted her fully out of the chest, she heard Shi whimper, but no other sound came from the woman who had some sort of gag in her mouth with a hard rectangular cover. Her eyes were also covered by a blindfold. "You will behave for your next master, Anya." He said to her after setting Shi over top his desk on her back, her ass almost off the edge of his desk closest to him. "Yes, master." "Disobeying will mean that you will be punished, Anya." He opened a drawer and Anya watched Shi shiver. "Yes, master." "I have been too lenient on you, Anya. I won't be lenient any more. Subs who don't mind their master get punished." His voice was soft, lazy as he pulled something out of the drawer before closing it. "Yes, master." "Say that you'll behave." "I will behave, master." Anya watched as he moved the large rubber cock to Shi's pussy lips. Mr. Hughes lined the tip up with Shi's pussy and Anya shook, her own pussy wetting the wooden seat beneath her as she heard the woman's response to the force with which the man shoved the cock up into her body. He didn't stay deep inside very long, pulling out just as quickly, before thrusting back up inside, and Anya heard Shi's guttural, deep response to getting fucked by her employer, it was filled with need, and arousal, and acceptance that he could do whatever he wanted to her, anything at all. He thrust the cock up inside of her over and over, and Anya watched every moment, wishing with every part of her that she was the one he was fucking with that big delicious cock, and she knew Shi was loving it. She could see by the way Shi shook and by the sounds she was making that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and Anya closed her eyes, shifting just so around the cock in her ass, trying to elicit one in her own pussy. Shi was close, on the edge of it when Mr. Hughes pulled the cock roughly out and tossed it into a basket behind his desk. Then, as Shi whimpered in frustration, her whole body begging to orgasm, for him to finish what he had started, Mr. Hughes picked the woman up and returned her to the chest which he had so recently removed her from. Anya panted, it was cruel, the woman just wanted to spill her passion out, and he had stopped just before she could. Meanie. Anya frowned, shifting again and stiffening when she heard his hand slap down on the table. "Do not move, Anya." His voice was menacing, and there was absolutely no room for compromise. "Yes, master." She gulped, breathing through her own missed orgasm. Damn it, her pussy clenched in frustration, this is so not fair. She watched him sit back down and pick up another pack of papers. This time, he grabbed a pen and started writing. His eyes never raised from his work and Anya simply sat where she was, doing exactly as he had told her. It was some time before he finally stood up and tossed his pencil onto the table in front of him. "You will have two masters tonight, so it will be different from what you have experienced here in the past." He told her as he rounded the desk, looking at the clock as he made his way over to her. "Yes, master." "They are dark, Anya. You are sure you would like to continue?" He asked. Anya breathed in and out slowly for a moment before answering, "Yes, master. I would like to continue." He sighed, nodding before he put a hand on her collar and pulling her off of the wooden cock. Anya stood at attention and then started walking with him as he took them out of the room and up several staircases before they came to what must have been the top level of the house. She shivered as he opened a metal door and they walked out onto what was the roof of the house, flat in the area where they walked. There was a stone border that would keep someone from inadvertently falling off, and looking ahead of her for a moment, Anya saw that there was a square room build onto the top of the mansion with a domed roof. All four sides were open to the air, and within the large room, near the center, was an enormous, satin covered mattress. Beside the mattress stood two stone gargoyles. Anya's eyes widened as she looked at them. They looked just like very large, well-built men, but they were a mottled grayish blue in color, and completely stone. Their surface appeared smooth despite the grainy look to their color and she shivered, was she looking at tonight's appointment? Looking further down their naked bodies, she figured she was right, the gargoyles were facing each other, and their arms were situated as if the had been holding something between them. In between their bodies, enormous swollen stone cocks jutted out from each of their groin areas. Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy throbbed in expectation. "They must be fucking something in order to come out of their sleep, Anya. You must take them inside yourself before the sun sets in order for tonight's appointment to begin." Mr. Hughes told her, watching the way her face moved over the large creatures, taking in their tails, sharper and not a useful sex tool, unlike the incubus's had been, and their wings, similar to Alexandru's in shape, but smaller, more heavily muscled. She looked aroused. "How do I-?" Anya asked, and felt Mr. Hughes put his arms around her waist and lift her so that she was able to shift down into the hold of the two gargoyles. Now that she was between them, facing the larger of the two, she realized that the hands of the one she faced were settled to grip her ass cheeks. The one behind her had one arm up to wrap around the front of her to cup her breast, and the other was in front of her stomach. "You'll need to take them in at the same time, Anya." She heard Mr. Hughes say and she nodded, shifting her holes into position and then she moved slowly, feeling the thick tips push past her asshole and the neck of her pussy, and she continued down onto them until she was stretched tight, their thick cocks impacted completely inside of her body. "You will not have to worry about being impregnated tonight, Anya, their semen isn't compatible. But it will make you quite...aroused." He explained and watched as she lifted her green eyes to his and nodded softly. "Thank you, Mr. Hughes." Anya said, her hands wrapped around the neck of the gargoyle that she faced as Mr. Hughes frowned at her. "I do not know how they will react to you, Anya." He said softly. Anya sighed, looking at the horizon, seeing the last bits of sun fading into it. "It doesn't matter now, Mr. Hughes. You should go." He looked at the sun setting and sighed, weary to leave her, but knowing once the gargoyles were awake, they would not appreciate his presence, and would get more desperate in their taking of the young brunette. It would be better to leave them alone with her, so he turned and walked back towards the door. Anya shivered, it was a little cold outside, but she was wet, her pussy happily and tightly stretched around a cock that she felt growing warmer as the sun dipped lower and lower. The cock in her ass was just as thick, and also warming deliciously against her colon walls. She found herself whimpering, impassioned before the beasts were even awake to move within her. It wasn't until the hand on her breast tightened and the ones on her ass cheeks squeezed hard did Anya look up and realize that they had fully shifted. Despite the fact that they were awake now, the two gargoyles that were gazing at her in appraisal, their bodies still looked like they had before. Now, however, their chests rose and fell with their breaths and their bodies were warm and molded closer against her. "You are pretty." The one in front of her said as he pulled back and thrust forward hard into her wet sucking pussy. "I'm Anya." She whimpered against his chest as he bucked again. "Draegen. My brother Meiron." He tipped his head to the gargoyle against her back who had begun to buck his hips forward, sending his cock in and out of her ass in long, deep plows. "Oh, please." Anya cried out, the feeling of them fucking so hard and so fast so soon after she'd settled herself onto their cocks was overwhelming. She felt their hands digging into her skin, and despite the fact that their cocks were working together to piston up into her alternately, their hands were tugging her in opposite directions and it brought the three of them together in a tight embrace. It only became more rough, more intense, and she felt the tight stretch of her pussy each time the giant cock slammed home, and the cock in her ass had begun to thrust simultaneously with the one in her pussy and her whole body rocked with the significant force of them. Her eyes were squeezed closed, and her neck was tilted back as the gargoyles moved their mouths over her tender skin. When they came, it was sudden, high, and hot, their cum coating her insides and immediately making her shake uncontrollable. Anya felt something strange wash over her as the two beasts pull out, lowering her to her hands and knees on the ground as they did so. Meiron, though, didn't leave her there for long, though, his hands reached down and grabbed her forcefully and threw her onto the mattress. His brother, flapping his wings, jumped into the air and landed on top of her as she cried out, a passion filling her pussy, her juices pouring out of her like a faucet had been opened inside and she was tightening with the need for these beings as Draegen pulled her up, bending so that she was on only her shoulders, her legs tilted almost over her head, and then his huge meat was deep in her ass. Anya felt her body dissolve around her, and panted, needing him to stay deep, loving the feel as he started fucking her with a pounding force as his brother settled himself near her head, tugging on her until he could get her down a little further on her back, pushing his cock up in her mouth, knowing she moaned, her mouth widening to accommodate more of him, his tip hitting the back of her throat before she wasn't able to take more. His hands held the back of her head still while he face fucked her. They came again and Anya took it all, loving the feel of it spraying up her ass as her throat took a direct hit and Meiron filled her stomach with his delicious jizz. Again, they pulled out of her body as soon as they were finished. Anya tried to catch her breath as her body was settled onto the mattress for a moment. She heard them let out a shrill cry, both of them, that sounded animalistic, and she shivered, the noise made her body hum, and her pussy opened like a flower when Meiron moved on top of her and slapped his hips against her thighs, filling her instantly with his hard cock. Anya whimpered, his thrusts were fast, hard, and she could hear the slap of their skin as he punched his hips to her thighs. She could see his brother moving closer, desperate to find a way inside one of her holes, and he was soon deep in her mouth, bucking with equal force, and again, their cum filled her and made her mad with desire. The gargoyles came a lot faster than the beings she had been with so far, but they seemed insatiable. As their cum filled and coated her body, the more desperate she was to fuck them back, which she did with wild abandon, despite the fact that they practically beat up inside of her, it was an impassioned ache that made her cling to them and take it, want it, beg for it as she was fucked without mercy. Her pussy soared and her juice coated them thickly as they came. After the sixth, or the seventh time they came inside one of her three holes, Anya was pretty sure that she had lost her mind. Her body was exhausted, her pussy was tightening and releasing more weakly, she wanted nothing more than to lay down on the big mattress and sleep, but something inside of her ached for them to fuck her more. No sooner would she roll to one side on the bed than one of the two gargoyles would grab her up and pierce her with their forever swollen cocks. At some point, after the sky had reached its darkest moments, Anya felt her body give out inch by inch, and she lost consciousness as the two gargoyle brothers continued to pump into her. She fell into a heavy, deep sleep as she was continuously manipulated. When she woke up some time later, Anya felt her body ache, mildly sore from the exertion that she had been through with the two beasts the night before, as well as this morning before the sunrise, and she still felt extremely tired. She also felt that she was still impaled on two firm, stone cocks. Tensing, she opened her eyes and while she saw light penetrating around her in little creases, most of her was surrounded by darkness, hard, stone darkness. Wiggling around a little bit, Anya whimpered, she couldn't move out of the grasp, she could feel the cocks inside of her keeping her grounded, along with the hands that had wrapped tightly around her arms and body. She felt a hand on her leg and whimpered again, tears in her eyes as her whole body shook in a new fear. Anya knew that she was trapped. She knew that the two gargoyles had trapped her between them, their wings wrapped around her body so that she was unable to get away from them. It was terrifying and she let loose a massive scream as she let the tears fall from her eyes. Mr. Hughes had arrived at the top of the staircase just as the sky was beginning to open up to the rising sun. He'd seen the gargoyles fucking the unconscious woman, and he'd seen the way their hips had moved ferociously back and forth against her body. He'd had a shake in his hand as he knew she would be famished when they settled back on their haunches enough for her to slide free of them as the sun hit their bodies and turned them to stone. It was the deal that they had struck up decades ago when he'd come here and set up the spa. They would release the woman in the morning. When he'd seen them push close, their wings tightly wrapping around her body, their legs closing in so that she would have no escape, he had dropped the shake and run forward, yelling for them to back up, to let her free. And then the sun had hit their skin. Anya had been closed in, and no matter what area he had looked in, there was no way to free her. Only one of her legs was visible, the other was stuck up in a wing somewhere. He had sworn and pounded on the hard stone creatures in frustration. Finally, winded from his movements, he had pulled out his phone and sent out a flurry of texts to everyone he would need present for this. He had to fix it, and before the sun set, if at all humanly, or otherwise possible. He just prayed she slept well into the day so as not to be terrified at her predicament. Damn it, he should have sent her home. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 19 Four hours later, Anya was still asleep, thankfully, and she'd been hooked up to an IV to keep her hydrated by Deandra, who had not left her side since. Mr. Hughes stood, hands crossed, near one of the narrow creases that he'd found that he could look through every once in a while to see the woman within. He knew she was still connected to them, forcefully so. He had gotten on the ground to see where they were impaled on her and knew that there would be no moving her out without serious injury to her small human form. Piltrum stood at his other side, breathing softly, watching the other non-humans around them eye each other with more than a little animosity and concern. There was a foursome of large men who he knew Mr. Hughes was having a difficult time controlling, who had flown in on a plane and come up to the roof just a few moments ago. There was a centaur, powerful and proud, puffing out his chest as he waiting to see what the plan was to free the woman captured between the two gargoyles, and then there was a large, gray satyr with black heavy hooves that looked like he was ready to not only rip the gargoyles into a pile of rubble, but to take out each and every other beast standing on the roof with him. Slightly behind him and away from all the others was a tall, powerful looking man in a suit. He wasn't human, Piltrum could tell, but he hadn't changed into his non-human form, which meant he was likely some type of demon, some type of darkness, which, to Piltrum's mind, made him just as guilty as the darkness that had literally enveloped the girl. The only one that he knew Mr. Hughes would have like to have here was Alexandru, the vampire, but he couldn't be out in the light of day. "There is no way to simply pull them apart?" Sergei said, finally breaking the silence. Mr. Hughes shook his head, "No, she's still connected to both of them. Meiron and Draegen have never done this before. They always settle backwards before the light comes so that their lover can escape." "Do you think that Alex is right about her?" Mr. Bricker said quietly, hearing the wolf pack growl and the clapping of hooves around him. "If you know what she is, Ned, you need to tell me." Mr. Hughes sighed in frustration, looking at the incubus with more than a little anger in his gaze. "He didn't say," Mr. Bricker put his hands in the air when the centaur took a step towards him, "If I knew what he thought she was, I would tell you. How is it that you, of all of us, Arc, can't see through whatever is keeping her identity hidden?" Mr. Hughes frowned, shaking his head, "At this point, it doesn't matter what she is, she can't escape them without our help at this point. If we pull them apart, we rip her open and she bleeds to death. If we wait until tonight, I don't think we can stop them as they continue to fuck her. I don't know if the force of all of us could stop them." "You should not have darkness at Vorhees at all, this would never have happened-." Cynric was interrupted by growls and howls that immediately sounded from the four wolves who would always be torn between the two sides. "Break them." Piltrum's quiet voice spoke and the others slowly looked at the statue as it put a hand on one of the wings. "We would have to kill them, Piltrum. If we do that...we risk a situation." Mr. Hughes looked at the incubus who was frowning. "They signed a contract, just like the rest of us." Sergei spoke again, getting a little more angry with each rush of calm that the angel was exerting over him and his pack. He couldn't control them in their wolf form, but in their human bodies, he controlled them completely, when he wanted to. "Incubus, what contract say?" Bellator looked behind the statue to where the incubus was standing in the shadow of the large stone room. "They agreed that if they were to break the rules, holding a woman against her will being one of those rules, implemented by Vorhees Spa, that they forfeit not only their tenure at said institution, but also, if necessary and voted on unanimously by all non-humans present, their lives." Mr. Bricker didn't like it, the death of any non-humans mortified him, especially one of his same ilk, but the gargoyles knew better. He wouldn't remind Mr. Hughes of his disagreement about bringing them on staff, but he had known just how devious the breasts could be. Mr. Hughes watched as Deandra shifted how she was sitting near Anya's leg, and he watched as the foot flexed and the calf tightened for a moment. Walking over to the stone gargoyles, he put his hand down on the girl's leg. She was tense, and he could hear her breathing start to quicken a little. When her terrified scream sounded from within the stone prison, he raised his blue eyes to the incubus and nodded. "Break them." He sighed, he didn't like this, but Anya had to get free. "Break them." Piltrum repeated. "Arc, there will be those who are angered by this, but I will side with you. There is no other choice. Break them." Mr. Bricker said, coming to stand a little closer, the woman was crying for help now, she had figured out she was stuck. "Break them." Sergei and Cynric said in unison. "Break them." Bellator nodded, coming forward and grabbing a wing. He tugged on it, as did Piltrum from his side. The wings they held didn't even budge and they looked over at Mr. Hughes. "How do you suppose we do that?" Sergei frowned when he realized that the strongest beings in their group couldn't even scratch them. "Deandra. Go get Samir." Mr. Hughes said gently as he rubbed Anya's shin. The redhead nodded and left quickly. "Samir?" Sergei frowned. "He's Arc's newest acquisition to his menagerie." Mr. Bricker looked at the angel, "Do you think he'd be able to get her out?" "If neither Bellator nor Piltrum can break them, Samir is our only hope." "Or we wait until their flesh is live." Sergei said in a menacing growl. "That creates some potentially devastating situations for Anya, as well, Sergei. The point is to get her out of this alive." Mr. Hughes shook his head. "Archimendes!" A scared voice screamed from inside the stone gargoyles, and he realized she'd probably been trying to get their attention for a while. He moved himself towards the crease where he'd been able to see a sliver of her face from. "Anya. Stay still. I do not want you hurt." He said loudly, the sight of her tear stained, flushed face was difficult to handle. "Get me out of here, Mr. Hughes. Please." She whimpered, her whole body shaking. Mr. Hughes looked and saw Sergei putting his hand around the girl's trim foot and massaging it gently. "We are going to, Anya." "Now." "We are working on it, Anya. We have to do it carefully. We do not want you harmed." "We?" She asked, her voice scratchy and broken as she spoke. "I'm here with a great many fans of yours, Anya. We are all working hard to get you out of there." He told her. "I didn't think you were going to call me until this afternoon, Mr. Hughes." A soft spoken male voice said, his good humor sounding out of place in this particular situation, and all the men standing around the gargoyles turned as one to look at the stocky, light blond man with the dark blue eyes who had walked towards them, Deandra at his side. His smile faded a bit as he saw their collective unhappiness, and he furrowed a brow, looking from his employer to the woman beside him. She had failed to state that there was a somewhat urgent looking situation in front of them. "Samir. I apologize, but time is of the essence here, and we must act quickly." Mr. Hughes approached the man who was a few inches under six feet in height. He wore blue jeans and a light green t-shirt, which made him all together very human looking in appearance. He looked all of 25 years old, but Mr. Hughes knew the man was around as early as 100B.C. "These gargoyles broke the rules and they've trapped one of the guests." "Will they be apt to let the woman go once they awaken tonight?" Samir stepped closer, hearing the woman breathing hard within the hard shell of wings and bodies that surrounded her. "Not this one." Mr. Bricker stepped forward, he wanted Anya out, he had been the one to send her here, he wanted her home, with her family. "Why not?" Samir was very hesitant to do what he figured they were going to ask him to do. "Please..." He heard a soft, scared feminine voice, "Please get me out of here." Mr. Hughes frowned. "They broke the contract. They forfeit their lives if that is what it takes to right the situation. Samir, she can't wait much longer in there, she's too scared." Samir frowned. "If there is a way to remove her without killing them both?" Mr. Hughes thought on it, then shook his head, "I don't think it can be done." "You can't keep one of them alive, they'll kill you if they're ever awakened again." Mr. Bricker stepped forward. Samir sighed heavily, they'd obviously been unable to break the gargoyles even though he saw both Piltrum and a centaur in the crowd of non-humans. Stepping forward, next to the stone creatures that had caused all this trouble, he looked down at them in great sadness, to kill, to end an existence, even one that only came into being when aroused, was not something anyone should do lightly. It seemed like he would have no choice but to do this. Turning, he saw several of them stepping forward, somewhat crowding him. "You may want to step back, it won't be safe for you to be too close to me." He saw several confused faces, but waved them back. Mr. Hughes and Piltrum both retreated, so the others eventually took their lead. He moved away from the statues, giving him a wide birth from anything else nearby, Samir took off his t-shirt and pants and stood naked on the part of the roof that was not covered by the domed stone room. Closing his eyes, he settled into the change he was about to make and felt his muscles start to bubble and bulge and gain in size. Mr. Hughes and the others watched the man begin to swell and his muscles rippled and extended, his height grew and grew until he was almost twelve feet tall. Not many non-humans had even gotten to see a colossus before, as there were so few, and were one of the few non-humans that never had to change from their human forms if they didn't want to. He had stumbled onto Samir quite by accident, in fact and the giant had been at the spa for less than a month now. "Jesus Christ." One of the wolves muttered and Mr. Hughes looked over at him with a look of condescension. "How are they holding her inside?" When Samir spoke now, his voice was much deeper, and he stepped towards the gargoyles. They could all hear the way the roof wanted to give way below his feet. "Deandra, can you go down and clear the front floors of the mansion?" Mr. Hughes directed her quietly and she ran back towards the door to the lower floors. "The one closest to you has his arms wrapped around her lower body. The one on the other side has one arm held tightly around her neck and the other over her stomach." Mr. Hughes said, watching as Samir nodded and knelt down to put his right hand on the back right wing of the gargoyle closest to him. It snapped off like it had been made of styrofoam and the men watching gazed at Samir in appreciation. Strength was always admired, especially in the non-human community. Looking in the space he had made, he could see the girl squinting up at him still very trapped in her unfortunate prison. He grabbed the torso of the gargoyle that had already been injured, hearing it snap from the waist and arms. The left wing came off with it. Putting the pieces all down in a pile beside the stone beasts, he continued until the girl was clear enough to gently lift off of the remaining pieces that he hadn't realized were deep inside her lower holes until he'd carefully lifted her up. He saw several men move forward, motioning him to give the girl to one of them, but Samir held her close to his chest, knowing she was still overwhelmed at what she had gone through. As she clung to him, he slowly began to shift back to his human form. Her big green eyes widened and moved to look at him fully and he smiled at her with a quirky grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "Not so impressive like this, am I, dear?" He winked at her, his smile widening, taking over his whole face as the girl looked around her. "I-I don't know." She was shaking and pulled herself tighter into his arms, her face burying into the side of his neck as he turned towards Mr. Hughes. "I'm sure Deandra can show me where to take her?" Samir didn't want to set her down, too many beasts, too much tension, filled the room and he didn't think there was a right choice here. She'd be better off going back inside and these men being sent back to where they came from. "Of course." Mr. Hughes nodded, he was working hard to keep the wolves at bay, they were practically whining to let him free them of his hold on them. "Follow me." Deandra said and waved for Samir to come with her away from the group. Mr. Hughes turned back to the men and beasts he stood on the roof with. "Ned, you will need to explain this, this cannot be what has broken a truce that has lasted for almost a century." He looked at the incubus who nodded slowly. "I'll talk to Alexandru first, the vampires can be reasoned with, if they're informed early." Mr. Bricker nodded, coming forward to stand beside Piltrum. "It's the dragons that will be the issue here. You know that." Mr. Hughes nodded and sighed, "Yes, I expect that will be...difficult." "You keep one on staff, don't you?" Sergei asked. "Wei. The more hot-headed of the three Lotus brothers. Shu has visited a few times as well." "Was Wei on her list of appointments?" Cynric asked quietly. Mr. Hughes nodded, "He was to be her last appointment while here, but I don't think-." "No, she see dragon. He see what cause this." Bellator said, stepping forward. "It's too dangerous." Mr. Hughes looked at them, didn't they see that Anya shouldn't be here anymore? "I agree. It is too dangerous, but," They waited while Sergei growled low and howled at his brothers to stop arguing with him, their growls growing weak eventually, "if he sees what the gargoyles saw in her, he'll understand that the two had indeed broken the rules. It's probably the only way to end this whole thing." Mr. Hughes shook his head, "Of all the darkness, Giving her to Wei for a night, knowing the effect that she has had on all of the rest of you, of all of us, who knows what could happen to her." "And what happens to her, to all of us, if the dragons decide that killing the gargoyles wasn't the only choice?" Cynric demanded. Mr. Hughes sighed, "When you see Alexandru, get him to tell you what Anya is. There is no way a human woman could possibly stir up this much trouble." Mr. Bricker nodded, completely in agreement. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 20 Anya looked up from the shoulder of the handsome, young-looking man who, when he wasn't a 12 foot giant, was of average height, and saw a great many familiar men watching her being carried away from them. Her eyes met and held Yakov's and her gut twisted painfully up inside. Meeting his gaze was immeasurably difficult. She couldn't even try to catch a glimpse of Sergei. And she could see Cynric shifting from hoof to hoof, stressed at seeing her again and having to watch her leave. She felt tugged towards them all in a way she couldn't understand, and only felt better, if even just a twinge better, when they stepped through the large metal door and disappeared into the staircase that would lead them downstairs. She felt tears fill her eyes and let her head fall down to the crook of his neck again. He seemed to sense her distress and moved his jaw against the back of her head as they quickly went down the staircase. Once they were in her room, Anya asked Deandra to fill a bath for her, and she asked Samir to stay. She wasn't ready to face anyone else, and he seemed intent on allowing her the space she needed right now. A long, hot shower helped calm her nerves and Anya scrubbed herself repeatedly, until she felt like she had gotten off the entire experience of the night before. It wasn't that she had had a bad time with the gargoyles, she remembered being very very aroused and more than happy to take them on. She'd had no idea how voracious the beasts would be, however, and even after she'd passed out, she'd known that they would have kept going. It made her feel weird, and she wasn't happy until she felt like she'd washed every last drop of them off of her body. After she was out of the shower, Deandra helped lotion her up with the coconut scented oil and then she brushed through Anya's long, wavy hair as it fell close to her waist. When the servant used the goo on Anya, she sighed happily, she was sore after last night and was more than happy for her body to be soothed by the thick liquid. Finally feeling close to normal, Anya walked out of the bathroom and saw that Samir was still standing somewhat in the closed doorway of her bedroom. His dark blue eyes looked over at her as she walked in and he smiled wide. Samir looked like the guy you'd see running out with a surfboard into the ocean on some advertisement for Hawaii. He did not look like he would turn into a giant of a man with a strength she couldn't quite believe. He was incredibly approachable and he looked at her with genuine concern in his eyes as he slowly made his way over to her. "Mr. Hughes came down to check on you, but I told him that you were fine, that you didn't want to be disturbed. Is that all right?" He asked, running a hand over her left cheek as he looked at her. Anya nodded, "Thank you." "Would you like me to leave?" His question made her frown. She shook her head and felt herself move into his arms as they wrapped around her tightly. "No, I'd like you to stay." "Then I will stay." He said softly to her as he kissed the top of her head. "Thank you." Anya knew she was thanking him for more than just being here for comfort, he had gotten her free. "I was supposed to be your appointment today." He told her and felt her stiffen in his arms, "I do not intend to remain so." Anya felt her breath leave in a sigh and wrapped her arms around the man who held her, she knew Deandra had walked out of the bathroom after tidying up after herself and had stood near them to see if she was needed any longer. "Anya, can I get you anything else? Some food?" Deandra's soft voice asked and Anya turned towards the woman. Smiling gently, she nodded, "I'm very hungry, thank you. But other than food, I don't need anything else." Deandra nodded and opened the door. Anya looked into the hallway and saw that Mr. Hughes was standing just outside, and he turned to look inside when Deandra stepped into the hallway. His light blue eyes were searching. Worry, curiosity, fear, it was all written in his gaze and Anya frowned. Without saying anything, she walked over to the dresser in her room and took the key off the top of it that she hadn't used since she had arrived at Vorhees. Slipping her hand into that of the blond man who had remained where he was when she had approached him, Anya led him with her into the small room in the back of her bedroom, stepped inside with him, and then closed and locked the door behind her. Inside the room was a desk with a wooden chair, and a couch in the corner of the room. Anya pointed to the man she was with and then at the couch. She watched as he smiled, amused at her, and then went to sit down as she dug into the purse that she'd tossed onto the desk at some point. Pulling out her cell phone, she walked over to him and sat down against his side. Tapping a few times on the phone, she eventually heard the phone ring and after a little while, it was picked up. "Anya, jeez, Mom has been wondering when you would call." Her cousin, Lindie, said and Anya felt tears fill her eyes as she tucked herself closer to Samir's side, welcoming the way his arm wrapped around her. "I'm sorry. I've been bad about calling. It's been very...relaxing here and I mean to call at night and then one thing happens, then another." "Oh, gosh, no, Anya. I told Mom that if I were you, I wouldn't call until you came home. But she said you wouldn't be able to make it all week without talking to the kids." Lindie laughed, Anya could hear her youngest babbling in the background, it made her heart ache. "How is everyone?" Anya asked, trying hard to make her voice not sound shaky. During her conversation with her cousin and a few of her children, Samir sat quietly by her side, allowing her to cuddle close to him as she spent much needed time reconnecting with her normal life outside of Vorhees. When there was a knock on the door, he was the one to get up and open it, taking a tray filled with food and several shakes and some juice and milk from Mr. Hughes and Deandra, and he moved them into the room before stepping out for just a moment to speak with the man who seemed insistent on an audience with him. Finally, Anya watched Samir come back into the room, and he relocked the door and sat down beside her again, reaching to her and pulling her into his lap as he waited for her to finish her call. "Would you like a shake first?" Samir asked when she finally tapped the phone at the end of her call. "Yes, please." Anya said and watched him stand and fetch one from the tray before handing it to her and watching her drink it greedily. "Your children miss you." He said sadly, watching her nod as her eyes looked into the distance wistfully. "I miss them. I've-I've enjoyed my time here, though, Samir. At least, most of it. I wasn't very happy to wake up this morning the way I was, but I have enjoyed it. It's been very...good...for me to be here. I've learned a lot about myself. But...I will be ready to go home, I think." She said, sipping from the shake as she spoke. "Your time here was never going to be permanent. I can understand wanting to be home." He nodded, bringing the whole tray closer by moving the chair over and putting the tray on it. "Where is your home, Samir?" She asked, he frowned and looked towards the window of the room. "I have lived a great many places, Anya. Now I live here." She figured he wouldn't say more, figured Mr. Hughes had forbidden such a thing, but he continued after a moment, "But for a while, I lived in northwestern Turkey and Syria. They are beautiful countries. But lately, with the way the human world is, it hasn't been safe for me there. I came here for my own piece of sanctuary, just as many of the others have." "Do you like it here? What you do?" Samir smiled, "I'm just like human men in that aspect, Anya. I like sex. I do enjoy what I do here." Anya nodded and put down her empty glass before reaching for a sandwich that was on the plate nearest her. "Anya, Mr. Hughes wants to send you home." He moved his amethyst-colored eyes over her face and watched the play of emotions that took her for a moment. "If he thinks that is best. Something-something about me is making the men who touch me crazy." "He thinks you are non-human." His words stunned her and she looked at him with wide eyes. "That's crazy talk." She shook her head, she was totally human. "Anya, you shouldn't affect non-humans the way that you do. There is something about you, but no one seems to know what it is, except the vampire, and he isn't saying." The mention of Alexandru made Anya's body shiver and heat up, "I suppose it might be best for me to leave." Samir frowned, "Anya, he wants to send you home, but he can't." "What?" Anya looked at him in surprise, "You just said-." "He wants to send you home, but the situation with the gargoyles...Non-humans are protective of their kind, and we do group off like humans do, the light and the dark." "Or those that are both, like the werewolves." Anya added, watching him nod. "Yes, well. Gargoyles are darkness. Others in darkness don't like it when someone of the light ends the life of one of their kind. It can lead to trouble." "You breaking apart the gargoyles to free me..." Anya sighed, looking up to see him nod. "I am of the light, Anya. It would have been better if another creature of the darkness had done it. But with gargoyles, it would have taken a behemoth to destroy them. There was every reason to do it, but it may not make a difference with certain groups within the darkness." "So I'm in danger?" Anya shivered, this was all too too much. He shook his head, "No, Anya. I am in danger." Anya's eyes widened and she gasped, "But you-Mr. Hughes made you-." "Yes, I have his support, as well as all the other non-humans that were on the roof, including the incubus. But that may not matter." "So why must I stay?" Anya asked. "Mr. Hughes thinks that if you were to meet with one of the members of the darkness, who was to be your last appointment before you returned home anyway, that he might understand what had caused the gargoyles to do what they did with you, that he might find their punishment forgiveable." "And he would have some say in whoever the other members of the darkness are?" Samir nodded, pleased to see the woman eat quite a bit before finally sitting back and looking at him. "That is the hope. His older brother is something of a leader in the world of darkness." "So I can't go home because Mr. Hughes wants me to fuck another member of the darkness." Anya muttered, moving to cuddle up against his side. "Anya, I will be nearby." She didn't respond, she just moved so that she could wrap her arms around his body and found herself in his lap. Anya felt the heat from his skin against hers and looked down, finally letting it pierce her mind that this man was completely naked, just as she was. Shivering, she moved her chest down to his and hugged him tightly. His arms surrounded her, one hand settling onto her right ass cheek and the other under her left arm, his fingers just below her breast. "Samir. Can we? I mean, I know you said you don't intend to keep your appointment with me tonight, but maybe...maybe if you stayed like this?" Anya sat a little more upright in his lap and watched as he slowly moved his hands to her breasts. "You want to fuck me in my human form?" He said in a throaty voice as he caressed her full mounds of flesh. Anya shuddered under his caress and slowly nodded, "Will I affect you in some way, the way that I affected the gargoyles?" Samir shook his head, "I don't think so. My kind have more control over their nonhuman side than most others do. I don't ever have to change into the giant if I don't want to." "So you could live your whole life as a human?" Anya whispered as he lowered his hands to her waist and pulled her so that she was standing on her feet on either side of him on the couch. Her body melted as she saw the look of desire that spread over his face as he looked at her pussy, instantly wet with her desire. "I could." He muttered as he moved his face forward and set it against her pussy, sucking hard on her clit, his hands on her ass, pushing her towards his face. Anya whimpered, letting her chest fall against the wall behind the couch as her hands wrapped around the back of his head. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as he ate at her pussy lips, his tongue eventually sliding between and digging deep into her hot, tight hole. She heard him groan and he moved his mouth more forcefully against her, her juice poured out against him and she felt her body slide closer and closer to an orgasm that she knew that he, too, was seeking. When she felt him slide his hand between her legs and two fingers pushed up into her pussy, Anya cried out, her climax making a shudder work through her body as he drank from her greedily. "Turn around, Anya." He growled, helping her turn as he lifted her and put her onto her hands and knees on the floor before them. Anya could barely catch her breath as the man moved in behind her and his hard cock thrust deep into her cunt, sliding to the top, filling her quickly as his hands wrapped around her shoulders to keep her back against him. When he bucked, it was forceful, and she realized that he was actually having to control how powerful his hips moved against her. She shivered when she realized just how strong this man was, and that he was having to fuck her with care in order to keep her whole. "Samir." Her voice shook as he thrust up again, a little harder this time, and his cock slammed inside, causing her to cry out again. He growled low in his throat, and Anya felt him begin to buck in a heavy rhythm into her small body, his cock filling, then retreating, then he was grinding his hips into her, making her body burn with need. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, more intense, and his hips rocked forth quickly until he suddenly felt hotter against her skin and she was pulled up into his arms, still deeply attached to his cock, and he was running with her straight towards the glass window. Anya screamed as she felt him turn and curl around her as he hit the glass and they started falling to the ground below. Her room was to the left of the patio, and when they hit the ground, she knew by the crater that was left on the ground under them that the man that held her in his arms was so much more than a man. The way his cock had thickened, swelling to an almost unmanageable size, Anya knew that he was no longer the almost gangly, happy blond man, but he held her as the giant that he generally kept hidden inside. Anya gasped when she looked down, her legs were spread wide, surrounding a much larger waist, as large strong hands held her attached to his shaft. Her hands clutched the ones that held her, and Anya knew that her pussy was all the more aroused now, more than ready for him to start moving his massive monster sized cock within its tightened folds. "Oh my God!" Anya cried out at the first movement since they'd jumped out of the room, presumably so that he didn't smash it when he became a giant. His hands moved her halfway off the enormous cock before he groaned and pulled her back, impaling her deeply, making her pussy and womb jump and clench and ache for him to repeat the motion. Anya panted, overwhelmed by how it felt when he slid inside forcefully, and she looked around them, thankful that no one was visible outside of the mansion. They were quite in the open where they stood in the yard. "Samir. Not here." She gasped between pants and felt him pull her completely off of his cock. He looked down at her with his unusually dark blue eyes and nodded, carrying her against his chest into the woods. Once they were more hidden from the house, he moved himself so that he was on his knees, and then moved her to face him, her legs wide as he lined the thick head of his cock up against her pussy lips. She was wet, and she felt the tip slide within her body, her pussy was very, very welcoming. She closed her eyes, focusing on the way the huge cock pounded up inside of her, delighting in the feeling of fullness he gave, aching for the feel of the load of cum she knew he would fill her with. It was immense, the need to fuck this particular cock, this particular non-human. She felt safe with him, in both of his forms, and he was careful with her, despite his strength, and her great weakness against him. When she felt him tighten slightly and his hands moved her faster over his cock, ramming her down to meet the thrusting movements of his hips, she knew that completion was close. Her mouth fell open as a satisfied groan left her lips and she clung to the giant as his balls clenched beneath her ass and his hot cum filled her sated pussy, coating her thoroughly before the overflow squeezed out from where he still filled her weeping pussy. He stayed where he was for a while, his breathing slowing as he got himself under control, and Anya felt him working to change himself back to his human form. When he succeeded, she felt his partially thickened cock slide out of her pussy and she was laying beside him on the forest floor, both naked and sweaty and their breathing still a little quickened. "Sorry, I suppose I should have expected that with you." He muttered as he rolled her underneath him and kissed her neck softly. "Expected what?" She could feel him smiling, "Expected to need to change. Normally I can fuck however I want. You bring out the beast in me, Anya." Anya bit her lip, she was tired of feeling like she was causing so much trouble, but she didn't know how to stop this. She had told them she would leave, but here she was fucking another non-human, and even this one, the one with such control, was finding himself defenseless against her. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she felt him move his mouth over her breasts slowly. He looked up at her for a moment before teething her right nipple again, "Don't be." "I keep causing trouble." "Yeah," He looked through the trees towards the mansion, "Mr. Hughes isn't going to be too pleased about the window." "Or the yard." Anya breathed out brokenly as he rose so that his cock was swinging in front of her face. "Open for me, Anya." He said coarsely, and Anya opened, whimpering at the feel of him sliding into her mouth, loving the salty taste of him as he began to push with extreme gentleness in and out of her mouth. "Exquisite." She heard him whisper when he pushed deeper, sending the thick mass deep into the back of her throat, blocking her windpipe for several moments before he shifted enough to allow her to breathe. Anya was still swallowing the load that he soon sprayed into her mouth when he moved down her body and lifted one of her legs to rest on his shoulder and he lined his cock head up with the puckered asshole that had yet seen any of his attention. "You want me to fuck your ass, right, Anya?" He grunted, pushing just the tip inside, knowing that she was tight, she'd been washed this morning, and he felt the heat of her as she moaned beneath him. "Yes, Samir. Please fuck me." Anya begged, pulling at his waist and shoulders as he leaned over her and began to push harder up inside of her until he was balls deep in the heat of her tight ass. She saw the satisfied smile on his face as he slowly, softly, began to plow into her ass in the gentlest of rhythms, bringing orgasm after orgasm out of her before he finally came, their bodies tightly pressed together, their breathing patterns matching in intensity, and they eventually fell asleep against each other on the forest floor. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 21 It was early the next morning when something stirred Anya and she slowly opened her eyes to see the form of a man standing relatively close to where she lay in the protective arms of Samir, who was sleeping peacefully in his giant form. He had changed at some point during one of their intense fuck sessions and had eventually just stayed this way. She had fallen asleep against the comfortable heat of the large man until now. A black suit, stubble on a strong jaw, and the hint of tension in his shoulders told her that it was Mr. Hughes that had awakened her. Yawning, Anya carefully slipped out of the grasp of the giant and walked towards the man who'd been responsible for her every move here at Vorhees. "Good morning." She said softly as he offered her his hand and led her slowly back towards the spa. "Anya." Mr. Hughes said in a sigh, his eyes looking over her naked body, she was quite divine now, her curves showing as she moved her legs, her time here had accentuated her loveliness and when she left tomorrow, he knew that they would all feel the loss. He just wished he knew why, but no one had seen the vampire since he'd left the spa days ago. "Today is my last full day here, isn't it? It's Saturday?" She asked, biting her lower lip as he frowned and nodded his head. "Yes. You fly home tomorrow morning." "Will you be glad when I leave?" She asked, feeling him squeeze her hand a little tighter than necessary. "Yes." His answer surprised her and Anya hoped she contained the little rush of air out of her lungs at hearing him speak that way about her departure. "Oh." "Anya, you are not responsible for anything that has happened here. We couldn't-we couldn't have foreseen the reaction of our employees towards you. Whatever you are-." He stopped talking and shook his head, his eyes on the path ahead of them again. Anya rolled her eyes, "I am a human girl, Mr. Hughes. There is nothing about me that is anything like any of you. I don't have wings, I don't grow to twice my normal size, I don't turn into a wolf or have a tail. I am just normal." The corner to one side of his mouth curved up in a crooked smile and his blue eyes flashed with that same amusement that he'd shown her when she'd first arrived, "You are anything but normal, Anya." "When is my appointment today?" Anya asked, watching him glimpse at her for a moment. "Samir spoke with you?" "Yes, he told me that I am to spend time with another of the dark people today." "The Lotus family is one of the oldest members of the darkness that exist in this world, if not the oldest. There aren't a lot of non-humans still alive from the time they came into existence. Wei is one of three brothers and a sister. They are all that is left of their family line now. I have spoken to him already about you. He is aware of what occurred with the gargoyles and is anxious to meet you." "To see if I affect him the same way?" "Something like that. His kind pride themselves on restraint. He does not expect you to have any affect on him. We shall see. You've surprised us a great many times already." Mr. Hughes stepped onto the patio before turning to look at the woman at his side. "What is he?" She felt a worried shiver work down her spine as he moved a hand to her cheek. "He will come to you as a man. If you do not affect him, he may well stay in that form during your time with him." "And if I do?" Her words were soft, almost lost in the breeze that swept around them. Mr. Hughes lowered his eyes to her full mouth, his body tipped forward inch by inch before their mouths were mere centimeters apart, "Then God help us all." Anya whimpered when his mouth crashed down onto hers, his tongue instantly thrusting inside, his hand wrapping around the back of her head, burying itself in the thick waves of her dark hair. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her close to him with the other arm. They kissed for what seemed like hours, and did, in fact, last for more than a few minutes before Mr. Hughes finally took a step back, releasing his tight hold on her body as she stared up at him with heated green eyes. "Your appointment will be shortly after lunch." He told her as he put a hand against the nape of her neck to lead her inside, "but until then..." Anya furrowed her brow as she looked up at him, she was almost certain he was biting his tongue. "Until then, you are to be my master, one final time?" Anya felt her body heat up several degrees until she felt a burning need pool into her pussy with swift hard strokes. "One final time." He said as he stopped to look at her full in the face in the doorway. Anya nodded gently, her body was clenched tight, expectant, aroused, excited. "I will have total submission from you today, Anya." His voice was hoarse, and Anya felt her pussy agree wholeheartedly with his statement. Without a word, Anya stepped through the doorway and into the dining room, immediately tilting her neck down in the appropriate pose as she moved to stand at attention for him. "Yes, master." "Open your mouth." The order came and Anya followed it immediately, allowing Mr. Hughes to put a ball gag between her teeth. She wished she could see him, but the blindfold around her eyes prevented her from even the slightest peak at what he was doing. After she had been fed, they had gone to her room and Deandra had washed her quickly, lotioning her body just as fast before bringing her back downstairs to Mr. Hughes. He had quietly taken the leash and guided her through a maze of doorways to a simple bedroom facing the back of the house. There was an alcove with a somewhat narrow entry, which is where Anya was now bound. Her arms were up and stretched out to either side, and her wrists were bound tightly to hooks placed into the hard wooden frame she stood within. Her eyes had been covered, and he had tied her naked body in an intricate pattern with his seemingly unlimited supply of hemp rope. Her breasts felt squeezed just enough to keep them aroused, and she knew the nipples were beaded and aching for his attention. Her pussy was wet from the two ropes that had been wrapped under her crotch, and as of yet, he'd only ran a knuckle into the moist fold as he worked with the ropes. When he had the ball gag correctly placed, Anya felt him lift one of her legs and begin to wrap it together, doing the same with the other one before taking the rope ends of each and tying her legs into the air, she felt her torso arch backwards as her legs were separated and raised, her pussy and ass more visible, the dripping juice from her pussy chilling as it met the cool breeze coming in through the partially open window in the alcove. "That's good, Anya." Mr. Hughes muttered in satisfaction as he viewed her open, prone body as she hung in the specially designed alcove doorway. He stepped back from her and slowly began to peel away his clothing. Her body shivered and stiffened as he made slow movements while standing behind her, and her pussy spasmed, and he grinned knowingly at the juice that dripped onto the hardwood floor beneath her. When he was naked, he closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing his wings out, the burning sensation that came over him each time he unsheathed them made him roar and he knew the sound affected the woman who whimpered and pulled at her bindings. Anya wasn't sure what was happening, Mr. Hughes had made a painful sounding noise, and then she let her head drop, she could hear his heavy wings flapping and realized that he'd brought them out. Which meant that he had taken off his clothes. She gargled out a moan when she felt two fingers slide over her wet pussy before they pushed inside. He didn't hold them inside, opting rather to thrust them in a way that mimicked how he would like to fuck her; hard, deep, and fast. When he knew she was close to orgasm, he shifted his fingers so that he was pushing up inside of her wet pussy with his full fist. He went slow, not wanting to cause her pain, just an intense amount of pleasure. Her body rocked back when her pussy lips spread hotly over the last knuckle of his thumb and he heard her low sound of ecstasy as his fist was pulled up into her clenching hole. "You love getting fisted, Anya." He murmured as he pushing his fist within her body, her squeal of delight making him move faster, harder inside of her. Jesus, yes, master! Her pussy cheered, loving the feel of his thick hand ram inside of her, she'd never been happier. Anya grunted as he continued, she could feel the tension in his muscles as he pushed deeper and then pulled back, intent on making her build and build to a furious climax. "Remember when both Deandra and I had our fists up inside of you?" He whispered and she responded with a slow shudder that rocked her from her shoulders to her feet. "Her hand is a lot smaller than mine, but I suppose..." His voice drifted off as he pushed a finger up into her asshole. Anya cried out into the ball gag, her pussy had sizzled and poured out against his fist as the finger had slipped inside. When the second one entered her ass, she could feel him begin a slow rhythm into her and he separated and twisted the two while inside of her to widen her more. "Relax, Anya." He whispered and pushed a third finger inside as he pounded a little harder into her pussy with his other fist. The fourth finger made her cry out, her ass was beginning to ache, and she was grinding back on him hard. Anya bit at the gag in her mouth as he began to thrust in and out of her ass with increasing rhythm with the four fingers of his right hand, getting her used to the intrusion, as his other hand pummeled her pussy. "I'll have to fuck you with a thick cock after I fist your ass, Anya, you're going to be nice and stretched open for me." He told her as he moved his right thumb into the palm of that hand and began to press at the circle of her asshole slowly. Anya whimpered, she had been tightened after her shower, but he was using the goo, thankfully. It was still a stretch, however, and it took some time before she felt her ass allow the full fist of her master to penetrate her rectum and move inside. Having his fists in both of her holes was intense, and Anya panted now, her body completely tuned in to the movement of each of his arms and fists as he filled and fucked both of her holes. Her body began to shake as she felt her muscles respond to his movements inside of her, the slide of him, the way he opened his fists to create intense new sensations inside, and Anya pulled uselessly at her bound wrists, the orgasm that slammed into her almost out of control as she came against the angel behind her. Jesus, she loved it when he fucked her like this, mercilessly, completely, punching up inside of her body as she was forced to take it, her ties kept her at his disposal. "Good girl, Anya." He whispered close to her ear a moment later when he slowly pulled his hand out of her pussy. She whimpered when he more quickly pulled from her ass and the two holes gaped, begging to be filled again by her master. She could hear him moving, and nearly choked on the gag when a thick, long, rubber cock was shoved in her pussy. He pulled the ropes around the circle end of it to force her to keep it deep inside, and then she felt him move further into the alcove and he opened a door. When it closed again, she knew he was gone, leaving her alone, suspended, in the empty bedroom. Some time passed and her body had begun to ache almost painfully when she heard footsteps and a door opened again. She felt hands work on the ropes at her legs and she was slowly lowered until her feet could touch the ground. With the pressure off of her wrists and arms, she felt them go fuzzy as they began to regain circulation. Her hands were unclasped next, and she fell into the arms of a man, she assumed it was Mr. Hughes. He was naked and she could feel where his wings met his body when she wrapped her arms around the solidly built back of him. He picked her up and carried her over to the small bed in the room, laying her down on her stomach, her legs hanging over the sides as he stood behind her. A hard, thick pressure began to push against her asshole and Anya whimpered against her gag. She felt the hole widen slowly, bringing the tip of the cock in that Mr. Hughes had strapped around his waist. He didn't stop, however, until he had bucked his hips forward and sent the whole rod up inside of her, making Anya cry out as she felt him remold the inside of her body. His hands surrounded her hips and she felt him pump his hips against her again, and again, as he reminded her just how good of a fuck he could be, even without the proper appendage between his legs. She cried out, she shuddered against him, she came against the cock in her pussy as the one in her ass took her over the edge time after time. Finally, when she felt unable to take one moment more, Anya felt the angel pull from her ass, and he removed the cock from her pussy, as well. Mindless of the pressure of the ropes against her body, he began to tug to free her from the ties that he'd placed around her torso earlier, and soon, Anya was completely free from any bindings. The gag and blindfold were on top of the pile of items that he'd removed and tossed into a basket at the foot of the bed. Anya sat on the side of the bed, her head bowed and her skin slick with their sweat, She knew he was breathing hard, as well. "Come fuck me, Anya." He ordered and she moaned, turning on the bed to assume the proper position when he pulled her by her long hair to the floor. When she was bent with her knees and upper chest on the ground, her ass tilted tantalizingly in the air for his view, Anya shivered as Mr. Hughes took several black canvas straps and velcroed them to her legs to aide in keeping her positioned this way. One set, he put over each wrist that was holding onto the top of each of her feet. She was very solidly in place when he moved to his knees behind her and lowered the cock strapped to him to her wet pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you, Anya?" He asked, rubbing her pussy lips lightly with the tip of the rod. "Yes, master." Anya panted, she very much wanted him to fuck her. "Do you want me to fuck you hard, Anya?" He pushed just the very tip inside and she felt a groan roll out of her throat as her pussy happily stretched to accept him. "Yes, master, please." She felt him slam his hips forward and cried out as her pussy was filled with the full length of the cock, her thighs shivered as he pulled partially out and bucked back against her once more. "Do you want me to make you scream, Anya?" His question was guttural and Anya nodded, her hands pressing tightly against the wood beneath her as she was jarred by another pump of his hips. "Do you want me to fuck you until you beg for me to stop?" His pumping thrusts inside didn't stop, and only increased in intensity as he waited for her answer. Anya sucked in a breath after she had screamed and whimpered out the only reply that she could possibly give this man, this angel, that she was more than happy to have fuck her past the point of everything, "Yes, master, please." From the strange, triumphant sounding noise that he made over her body and the way his wings stretched out wide to either side of his body, Anya knew that she'd given him the answer that he had hoped for, and what had been intense before became rapidly more, so much more, and she could do nothing more than cry out her pleasure and go along with the way he brought himself so heavily inside, wanting more, begging for it, needing him to take as much as he could, knowing she had so much that she was ready to give today, their last day together. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 22 Anya stood very still in the attention position as her hair was brushed and then she was slowly rubbed with the coconut scented oily lotion. Her hair was braided loosely behind one ear and fell over one shoulder as Deandra concentrated on moisturizing her body and readying her for her last appointment at Vorhees. Her eyes closed as the other woman smeared a bit of goo in her two holes and then they reopened in surprise when she felt something silky slide over her shoulders. Deandra was putting a long, red robe on her. Slipping her hands into the sleeves, she allowed the servant to dress her and the gown was tied around her thin waist. Mr. Hughes had left shortly after he'd made her pass out with the intensity of their fucking and she had been slowly massaged awake by a smiling, silent Deandra. He hadn't returned to the room during her shower, and she was almost positive that she wouldn't see the man again until she was driven away to the airport tomorrow. However, just when she thought that Deandra would lock the collar around her neck and lead her to her next appointment, Mr. Hughes appeared in her doorway, fully dressed in one of his becoming black suits. She much preferred him naked and his wings spread out and above him, but the suits were still sexy. "Anya, please come with me." He said in a dark voice and she shivered slightly as she nodded and walked over to him in the doorway. Without saying more, he put his warm hand in hers, interlocking her fingers with his as he drew her out of her bedroom and they walked through the mansion slowly, making their way to the western end of the original building before they stopped before large double doors. Outside of them, they paused without speaking for several moments. "Anya, I need you to understand that this is not what I want." "I know." "I want to send you home right now. I want you safely away from all of this." "I'm not doing this for you, Mr. Hughes. I'm doing this for Samir. He doesn't deserve to have anyone angry with him about what he did to help me." Anya spoke honestly, she wouldn't be the reason something happened to the dark blue eyed kind man who'd been so gentle with her yesterday. "Wei is headstrong, Anya. He has a temper. He wasn't kindly disposed towards the gargoyles, but he is angry that there have been deaths dealt his kind. He wants to meet you here. Then he will make his decision as to what is to be done." He told her, his eyes on the doors in front of them as he spoke to her. Anya sighed, nodding as she, too, looked at the closed doors ahead of her. "You haven't told me what the Lotus family are, Mr. Hughes." Mr. Hughes reached out and put his hand around the knob on the door closest to him and turned it slowly, "Anya, trust me when I say you don't want to know until you have to." She felt a cold shiver work itself up her spine as he tugged gently on the door and it opened without a sound. Her green eyes widened as she looked at the dark interior of a large, stone-walled room. There were thick cushions around the room she was sure were meant to be used as chairs in deep reds and blacks and cream colors, and a huge fire pit took up a portion of the back left side of the room, while the floor appeared to give away on the back right side into a cavernous looking lower level. Her eyes took all this in, and Anya knew her mouth had dropped open slightly as she looked around her at the sheer size of the space that she and Mr. Hughes stepped into. She was so awestruck that she hadn't even noticed the tall, thin, Asian man who was watching their approach with curious, though irritated eyes. He wore black slacks and shiny black shoes, and his white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned, but still tucked in to his pants. His black hair was short, cropped closer to his head on the sides than on the top, and he was handsome, very very handsome. "Wei." Mr. Hughes brought Anya to stand in front of the man before releasing his hold on her hand. "This is the catalyst to our problem." The man's voice was thickly accented and Anya felt her body heat up as he looked her over closely, his head tilting as he did so. "None of what has happened was intentional on her part." Mr. Hughes was stiff beside her, Anya could tell, he seemed very nervous about how this man would react to her. "Of course." The man bowed his head, "I am Wei." "Anya." She told him, her voice cracking as he stepped towards her and he put one hand on the right side of her face as he moved his face close to hers and breathed in deeply. He stiffened slowly, moving back so he could look into her eyes, his own searching, widening almost imperceptibly as he moved a hand down the front hem of the silk robe that she wore until he slipped it completely inside and Anya gasped as he cupped her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. He'd had to bend slightly to do it, and she raised her hands to clutch at his shoulders as he touched her intimately. Her pussy responded immediately and bounced and whirred and liquefied as he moved the hand inside of her for a few moments before pulling back and she watched as he licked at her juice on his fingertips for a brief moment before taking out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiping his hand clean. He then looked over at the angel who had stayed perfectly still as she'd been probed. "You may leave now, Mr. Hughes." Wei said slowly, his eyes never leaving her face as he spoke to Mr. Hughes. "Why?" Mr. Hughes looked confused, and maybe the slightest bit relieved. "I want her." Wei nodded towards Anya and she gasped. "You will not harm her." Mr. Hughes frowned at the Asian man who was looking at the girl at his side with eyes that burned suddenly. "I intend to fuck her, Mr. Hughes. I do believe that was the intention of your bringing her to me." Wei's voice darkened as his brown eyes held green, nervous ones. "Wei, maybe I should remain-." Mr. Hughes knew his suggestion was not received well by the frown on the man he faced. "She will not need an audience when I fuck her, certainly not from you." Wei's words made Anya whimper slightly, this man made her anxious, there was something about him that seemed very big, very powerful. "Fine." "You may leave now, Mr. Hughes." "Anya, I will return for you in the early morning tomorrow." Mr. Hughes' voice made her eyes widen as she looked up at him, not quite ready to be left alone with the man who had started to look at her like it was only a matter of time before he devoured her completely. Anya watched as Mr. Hughes breathed deeply a few times before he turned and looked down at her, his eyes trying to remind her that he would be near, that he would keep her safe, but she didn't believe it, she couldn't. The man she was going to be left alone with was going to be able to do whatever he wanted with her, and she knew Mr. Hughes would be able to do nothing to stop it. "She will be all right, Mr. Hughes." Wei said softly, stepping toward Anya and offering her his hand. She stared at it for a while. Long, slender fingers, a large palm facing up, and slowly, she looked at Mr. Hughes and then nodded, and slipped her hand into his strong, heated grasp. Anya was surprised at how warm the man was as she was slowly brought up to stand close to him. His eyes stayed on her as she shivered in front of him, Mr. Hughes slowly disappearing through the doorway of the large room. When it was closed, the Asian man with the dark eyes that seemed to shine and glow and smolder put his hands on either side of her face and bent down enough to move his lips over hers in a soft caress, their mouths coming together in a gentle greeting. Anya felt her breath rush from her at the taste of him, the strength she could feel as he touched her, and she shivered for a whole new reason now. "I've been waiting a very long time for you." His softly spoken words made Anya look up at him in wonder, but he didn't elaborate. Instead, he put his arms around her and crushed her up to the front of his trim body and set his mouth over hers in a much more demanding caress. His tongue pushed into her mouth, forcing her to accept him and Anya whimpered, desire pooling in her lower pelvis and bringing her pussy to attention as his big hands wrapped around her shoulders and her ass. He squeezed the curves of her and Anya could feel the silk robe quickly fall from her body as he worked to free her body from the cloth. He didn't stop there, however, as he stepped back to remove his own clothing, Anya watched, breathless at the sight of his muscled male body as it came into view. As he removed his own shirt, shoes, socks and slacks, her eyes feasted on the smooth skin, muscle and bone he presented her. When he stood in front of her in only silk boxer shorts, Anya let her eyes slowly take in his form. He was tan, and not just because of his nationality, he looked like he spent a great deal of time outdoors. His chest was solid, his abdomen firm and there was no hair on his chest. On his chest, however, was a large dragon tattoo, which almost covered it, going from just below his throat to just above his groin area. It was his only tattoo, however, and it made her shiver. A dragon. She should not be surprised. She'd met a great many mythical creatures during her stay. Without a word to her, Wei moved towards her and picked her up in his arms. Anya quickly wrapped hers around his neck and rested her head against him as he began to walk with her down towards the cavernous area. There was a set of stone stairs that had been invisible from the doorway, and she shivered slightly as he began to walk with her down into the darkness below. The way was only lit every once in a while with torches hanging off the great stone walls. Walls were a loose term eventually, the carved stone bricks quickly gave way to the natural stone of the underground. It looked almost natural, but Anya was sure that Mr. Hughes had very carefully created this space for this man. "Anya, how old was your mother when she died?" He asked quietly and Anya bit her lip, confused at his question, it was personal. "My mother died when I was nineteen. My father murdered her." She didn't know why she told him the truth, she usually told people that her parents died in a car crash. "Where is your father?" "He killed himself, it was a murder suicide." "Do you know the circumstances of their deaths?" Anya shook her head, shivering again, but this time it was from the coldness creeping in around them as they stepped off of the stairs onto the flattened ground of a large, wide, tunnel. Anya shrugged, "He was always very jealous of her, he thought she was sleeping with other people." "Was she?" "No." "And your mother's mother, what was she like? How old was she when she died?" "My grandma was 88, I think? She died in an accident, a flash flood." "Does your mother have any siblings? Did hers?" The questions were weirding her out, and Anya figured he was trying to learn the same information that Mr. Hughes had sought in the past, but she didn't know what to tell them. "No, they only had one child each. I have more relatives on my dad's side." "Did anyone in your family live for a long time?" "My great grandmother, she came over from Armenia, I think. She was pregnant when she got here. I don't really know how old she was, but I saw a picture of her holding me when I was a baby and she seemed old. My mother used to say that she would say she was older than the hills. I don't know, she never talked about her past with my mother. We always thought she'd been in a war or something." "And your great grandfather?" Anya shook her head, "My great grandmother wasn't married. She came here pregnant. My grandmother said that her mother once said that he'd died, but nothing more." "How did your great grandmother die? Was she sick?" "No, she was very healthy. Which was weird, my mom always said we had good genes. We never get sick. My great grandmother was driving even, and she was hit by a semi that had crossed a median. She died instantly." She saw him frown, he had more questions, but they both knew it was pointless for him to ask her more. "Your husband, did he love you?" Wei knew the question slightly angered her, she frowned and looked down at his chest. "Yes. Quite desperately." She said quietly. "Did he seem very attached, more so maybe, than the husbands of your friends?" Anya watched as the hallway in front of them suddenly branched out into an enormous oval room, torches lit ever fifteen feet or so on either side, and a platform of some sort was in the center of the room. She knew he was walking her over to it. It was made of stone and was thankfully cushioned partially. There was a lower rectangular stone with a cushion on top, it was about three feet off of the ground, and there was a ring that she knew was probably set into the stone beneath the cushion attached to ankle cuffs. "There is nothing wrong with the fact that my husband was devoted to me, Wei. We had an incredibly good relationship." She spoke sternly as he moved her to kneel on the cushion, facing the slightly taller stone slab before it. "Put your thighs against this," Wei patted the cushion that covered the perpendicular edge of the slab in front of her, and she scooted forward to rest her thighs against it. He was spreading her legs wide, locking her ankles into place and Anya whimpered as she felt him run his hand up the back of one of her thighs before squeezing one of her ass cheeks and then pushing on the small of her back to get her to bed over the top of the second slab. It wasn't as wide, and she felt the top of the cushion round against her stomach and he took her wrists and extended her arms in from of her and down, locking them into metal cuffs that were connected to rings on the front side of the slab. Anya widened her eyes, her pussy and ass were fully opened now, and her fold was already dripping with her arousal as he secured her to the stones. "Anya, I usually fuck the clients that are brought to me as a human first." "Usually?" Anya gasped, he was moving behind her and she felt his hand settle over her ass. "I only store enough semen to be fertile the first time I fuck. I usually cum in the woman's ass, but not you, Anya. You are different." "I am?" "Yes, you will give me what I want." Anya bit her lip, he pushed two fingers into her ass and she shook, they slid all the way in, and she felt him start to push slowly in and out. "What you want?" "Yes, Anya. You will give me something that I have wanted for a very, very long time." He said gutturally before he pushed four fingers into her ass, making her cry out as he immediately fucked her ass harshly with them. "Oh, fuck." Anya panted, his other hand moved to her pussy and without hesitation, four fingers filled her dripping pussy and she felt herself orgasm, covering his questing fingers with her hot, juicy nectar. He removed all of his fingers from her holes and Anya groaned in distress, but his mouth was there a moment later, sucking at her pussy, drinking the cum that she had given and his tongue pushed inside her wet hole, his chin and lower teeth teasing over her aroused clit. "You taste amazing." He said softly a moment later, his hand was back to her pussy and he was shoving into her hard, twisting against the next, stretching her pussy quickly. Anya felt the thumb push against his palm and her mouth fell open as he worked his whole hand into her pussy. It took a while, the knuckle was wide and she was writhing with it as her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and then he slid inside and her pussy clenched in a hard, impressive orgasm as he sent his hand high up inside of her sheath. He didn't stop, he pulled back, and punched up high into her again, and again, and again, so many times that Anya let her head drop, her breath broken and her body covered in perspiration. She was so hot, so wet, and more than ready for him to fuck her with his cock. But he had told her he wouldn't be human with her, and that worried her a bit. When he pulled all of the way out, and then began to keep his hand fisted and push hard back inside of her body, Anya knew he was stretching her for a reason, she would be taking a lot with his cock. With each push inside, it went easier, and he turned his hand and pressed against her sides over and over, getting her as ready for his eventual invasion in his non-human form as he could. Finally, he pulled out and left her pussy open and dripping and ready. Then his hand moved to her ass and Anya screamed when she felt him push into her colon with his whole hand, slowly at first, as he had done before with her pussy. For a long time, he worked to stretch her ass gape, ignoring her cries, knowing she was overwhelmed with a passion to be fucked fully, and it was only after he could push his closed fist into and out of her ass that Wei finally stood back and looked at the two ready, wet holes he would use on the girl. Anya could feel him walk farther away behind her and she knew something was starting to happen in the room. The air felt like it was instantly heated, and it sizzled, but she couldn't explain why it felt like it sizzled. She could hear him groan behind her, and a breeze entered the room and then a hard wind and she felt her pussy get hit with the hot, charged air as the man in the cavern with her changed shape to expose his non-human form to her. She was terrified, wide eyed and shaking as she heard heavy movements behind her, gusts of wind, and she heard a loud, incredibly loud, piercing call come from deep in his throat, followed with something she couldn't see, but could feel the incredible heat of, as he stepped slowly towards her. His footsteps pounded the rocky cavern, which only made her more afraid, because this cavern was pure stone. Anya turned her head to the side as he walked around her side, allowing her to get her first look at him. She screamed, yanking hard at her bonds, completely unable to move herself. He was the size of, well, Jesus, he was enormous. His torso was easily the size of an elephant, his neck was at least six feet long, and the large, horned dragon head was looking directly at her, his dark eyes more orange now, as they centered on her. He had raised up to his massive legs, huge clawed feet under him as his long front legs extended in front of him. He let out another cry and Anya jerked in fear as a line of fire burst from his lips into the sky above her. "Oh my God, please, please don't hurt me." She whimpered as he spread incredible wings to their full span. His skin had hardened and become covered in shimmery gray, green, and orange colors and she found herself mesmerized by the sheer strength of the form in front of her. He was amazing, majestic, it was hard to look away, even his long tail was heavily muscled and the end tapered in somewhat of an arrowhead as he rested the massive appendage on the ground behind him. Her breath was rapid and her lips shook as she looked down, to the area between his legs, and she could see his shaft slowly begin to raise from a sheath that would keep him protected when he wasn't aroused. It was pink, and long, very long, she could see as he began to move back around behind her, and it was thick, thicker than the satyrs, and that made her more nervous, she'd barely been able to take them. And Wei intended to fuck her pussy with this massive meat? Oh. Anya shivered, feeling his body come up close behind her, her pussy wasn't worried, though, and was practically begging for his cock to pierce her body. Her cum dripped down between her legs and she let her head drop down as she felt the hot, hard tip of him drop to her back. He slowly moved it down her body and she felt it slide down her ass crack and over her gaping ass before pressing forward against her pussy lips. She squeezed her eyes closed as she felt her body slowly forced open and his cock head pushed inside. The spread was intense, and she knew there was no filling both her holes with a dragon in her pussy. He pushed again and her pussy spasmed and was forced to widen to accommodate the surge of his thick monster cock. Anya knew he must have felt that he was securely inside now, the thick mushroomed tip of his cock had penetrated her pussy neck and he bucked forward with force, slamming her body into the stone slab and sending his cock to the very top of her pussy, filling her, claiming her, forcing her to accept more, so much more, than she had ever been able to take before. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 22 Just as he had done with his hands earlier, he didn't pause, but began to fuck her hard, focusing on her pussy, his body jerking in a fast, hard rhythm that he continued for a long time. Her cum was coating him, her pussy was wrapped tightly around his thickness, glorying in the blissful feeling of having him inside, but at the same time, when his cockhead overwhelmed the end of her pussy, pushing up further into her abdomen from inside, Anya felt her body clench, her eyes watered, and she couldn't breathe from the intense pressure of the deep impalement. Then, what had seemed to be a fast, hard, rocking rhythm changed to a brutal, rapid pace that gave Anya no time to respond, to adjust to the way he filled her, the forceful slaps of his scales against her ass, and she squeezed her hands into fists as she was taken forcefully, unable to do more than just feel the exquisite fuck he was giving her pussy. When he came, it was so hot, and he had thrust so hard inside, holding so far up she was sure he had filled even her uterus, if that was possible, that Anya screamed and shivered and collapsed, his cum searing through her pussy and womb in thick, angry waves. He stayed where he was for a great deal of time before he slowly pulled his shaft out of her pussy, causing another pained cry from her as he had to tug past her pussy neck with his thicker cockhead. Anya panted as the dragon let out another roar, and she felt his tongue come out and lick over the moisture on her back, then lower to lick between her ass cheeks, and then finally, she felt the large, muscled wet appendage push into her ass, making her buck as he impaled the hole deeply. She knew he had had to open his triangular jaw in order to fuck her with his tongue and she knew if she could see it, it would look like he was biting her entire pelvis. She could feel the edges of his teeth as he pushed his tongue farther inside, flicking it within her, making her whimper and want to push back into him, she was hot, so very hot, and her pussy was dripping with cum. "Please," Anya panted, unable to take much more, she wanted to feel his cock again, ached for it to slide in, "Please, my ass, I want your cock...in my ass. Wei, please." He shuddered against her mouth and she felt the tongue shift shape and the sensation made her scream out a heavy orgasm which he swallowed, his lips closing over her entire groin area as he sucked her cum into his throat. The hot, burning feeling was intense and she quaked in it, her body hot and tight and twisting desperately against his hold until he finally pulled his tongue from her ass to shove it forcefully up in her pussy, licking the hole he'd already beaten into, her body shaking against him until he moved his face from her completely and she felt him move into position, his heavy cock moving easily to press against her gaping asshole. Anya shook with anticipation, she knew that her pussy hadn't been able to take the length of him, but she knew he would give her all he had in her ass, and it would be her undoing. His cockhead was already pushing past the outer muscle, which spasmed against the stretch and made her cry out. The thickest part of his head pushed in and he paused, making a scream push through her lips as he forced the muscle to remain open, for countless moments before he roared and thrust forward with his body and his cock rammed inside of her ass, past her rectum, into her sigmoid, straightening her colon to handle his assault. She had no idea how high he went, but he pulled halfway out and consumed her ass again, and again, deeper each time until she felt his heavy ball sack slam against her weeping pussy. "Oh, FUCK!" Anya groaned, she could feel him, could feel his thick, hard muscle far up inside her body, and he refused to hold still, he punched in and out rapidly, her body forced to accept each thrust, and she felt her pussy clench and had she been able to gyrate her hips against him to intensify the feeling, she probably would have. When he came, it spurted deep into her upper colon and his cock shook and swelled with the flow before he finally pulled fully out of her. Anya knew the majority of his wad would take some time to work its way out of her body, as deep as he had sent it, and she felt the hot air of the room hit her exposed ass and pussy as he moved away from her again. She sensed him moving to her right side and turned her head to see the incredible view of him turning back into a man, a very naked, attractive man. "I am not done fucking you, Anya. The dragon inside of me has plans for your wet fuck holes." Wei said softly as he went over to the side of the room and brought back a black box which he sat on the ground to one side of the slab that she was strapped to. "I-I like you fucking me." Anya felt her cheeks redden, if that was even possible anymore, and she bit her lip as he smiled at her, his hand running over her ass cheek, and she realized that he was rubbing over the healed bite mark of the werewolves. "You were claimed by a wolf?" He raised an eyebrow. Anya nodded, "Yes." "And you don't desire just his pack." He looked down at the mark, then slid his hand down to the gape of her ass, he would be able to slide his arm far up inside of her, but he would wait until later to start toying with her again, there was plenty of time to fuck as his seed took root. "Mr. Hughes made them break their bond with me." She told him. "But before, did you fuck anyone else before he broke it?" Anya nodded as he moved up her body and ran his hand over her ear. "Yes, I fucked Bellator before they came to Vorhees and he forced Sergei to break it." "That's not normal, Anya. It's why the wolves aren't allowed to mark their lovers at Vorhees. She bonds to them and then desires only them. When you were bonded, you shouldn't have been able to enjoy fucking the centaur." He ran the pad of one finger over the metal jewel on her ear, "Did you enjoy getting fucked by him?" Anya nodded, "Yes." "You are not normal, Anya. You must realize that." Wei bent down and opened the box. Anya looked at it, but it was hard to really see what it was, the room was still very shadowed and dark. But there was a silver thing that looked somewhat like a gun, and he took it out and plugged it into an extension cord that she hadn't even seen him drag across the floor. Then he set it down on the box and picked up something else and then smoothed his hands over her back. "What-what are you going to do to me?" Anya whimpered, he was looking at her like she was a canvas. "Anya, you've been branded by two different non-humans. I am going to leave a brand of my own. Not a burn. More like this." He put a hand over the tattoo on his chest. "Wei, no, I can't explain a huge tattoo on my body to my family, please, I'm a mother, I can't." She shook her head as he moved the hand that wasn't holding the black pen down to her ass gape and shoved the whole hand easily up inside of her. Anya cried out, desperate for him to continue when he stopped. "It will be smaller than mine, Anya, and on the small of your back instead of your chest. If you behave, I'll fuck you slower this time, but if you don't, well, you'll be sore no matter how much they work to repair you." He leaned over her, his mouth moving over her ear as he spoke, and she shivered. She felt his hand leave her body and she let her head drop down, she'd never gotten a tattoo, and had no idea if she would be able to take the sensation. He took a while to set himself up for the task before moving to stand behind her, between her stretched legs, her pussy and ass rubbed against his belly as he moved his hands to the area that he would be working on. "Do you usually tattoo your clients?" Anya asked, knowing that he'd paused right before he was about to start the tattoo. "No, Anya. I have never tattooed a client. I keep this here for my sister, she is somewhat of a tattoo addict." His low chuckle made her pussy twitch, "But you are not a client, Anya. Not tonight. You are much much more than that." Anya winced when she felt the needle of the tattoo gun hit her back and was thankful that she couldn't move her body, it was sharp, burning, intense, and he worked diligently to make the dragon design that he was putting on her perfect. Wings spread on either side, the coloring close to his own, and the tail stretching down towards her ass, stopping just above where he tattooed a small lotus flower, just above the line of her ass crack. Anya panted, thankful when he walked away for several minutes before coming back over to her with a large glass of water with a straw in it that he let her sip from. It was easily three hours before he was finished with the tattoo, and Anya whimpered when he rubbed lotion over the whole area, which still seemed somewhat large on her body, before he put a clear bandage of some sort over the whole thing to protect it. Anya felt him move back, and then felt his face close to her pussy and his tongue licked at the wet lips. "I think I'll fuck your pussy again. I won't be able to soon." He said as he moved away with the supplies and Anya shivered. "Why?" She asked as she felt the air shift again as he began to change again, this time, she was able to see the process and it was amazing. She got no answer, he couldn't speak in dragon form and instead, she watched as he pounded his feet down to come back behind her legs. His cock found and pushed into her pussy more quickly this time, sliding deep inside as her cunt happily welcomed him back inside, her moisture coating him, aiding his progress upwards. His thrusts into her were, indeed, slower, this time as he had promised if she behaved while he branded her, and Anya was half out of her mind with the need for him to fuck and fill her with his cum by the time he quickened his pace and his hot load shot up into her pussy and gushed out around the tight connection of her pussy and his throbbing, large cock. The dragon roared, as he was prone to do the more and more he fucked her, and she felt him yank his cock out hard and then he was suddenly in her ass, fucking her deep, fierce, with so much force she was afraid he would crack her pelvic bone each time she was pushed forcefully against the cushion in front of her. She could feel him drive deep into her and the feeling only intensified with each buck of his hips. When he came, it was high, and she spasmed hard, her orgasm almost painful and she felt her body go limp as her eyes closed and she was pulled into unconsciousness. The sun hadn't quite risen when Anya finally woke up. She was no longer in the cavern, she could tell, but she was still with Wei, the man, not the dragon. He was sitting on one of the many cushions that surrounded the fireplace and she was sitting, her back to him, in his lap. As she slowly opened her eyes, she could feel his arms tighten around her as he continued the way he was bucking his hips against her, sending his human cock high into her ass. Anya put her shaky hands over his as he held her tightly, and her eyes went to the two other Asian men, like him somewhat in appearance, and the dainty, curious looking Asian woman that were sitting on opposite sides of the fire place. "Good morning, Anya." A very heavily accented voice said from one of the men across from her. Anya whimpered in reply, Wei had chosen that moment to move his mouth over the skin of her throat and bite her enough to make her shiver, but not hard enough to draw blood, and his hands moved to her hips to yank her hard against his needy, throbbing thick cock. Her legs were stretched wide and over his, her knees flexed and her feet resting on the wide cushion near each of his hips. Her pussy was completely exposed to the newcomers. "Wei, will you please finish. You've been fucking her for hours and it is getting tedious." The woman said in a soft, only slightly censuring tone. "Can you not smell her?" The man behind her groaned, sucking hard at her throat, knowing that he would have left many marks on her skin from his mouth over the course of his night with her. She had gone in and out of sleep, but he had slept very little. Once he'd accomplished what he'd set out to the night before in his dragon form, he'd changed back and had fucked the woman hard, repeatedly, for hours as she responded to him. "I can, but she's exhausted, and she is going to need her energy very very soon." The woman motioned towards Anya and Anya frowned. "It's been so long, are you sure that she is-?" His brother, Zheng, asked again, there would be severe repercussions if Wei was wrong about the woman. "I will never forget their smell, and she has it." Wei said, moving his hands around to her rounded stomach as he clenched and came in her ass. Anya gasped, looking down as she moved her own hands to her stomach, it was huge. What the hell had he done to her? "Am I-?" She couldn't even finish the question as she twisted to look at the man behind her, the door was opened and they all turned to watch as Mr. Hughes walked into the room, a worried look on his face as he looked around until spotting them all around the fireplace. "Zheng, Shu, Yu, I did not realize that you would be coming to see your brother." Mr. Hughes said, stopping to stand near the fireplace as he bowed to each member of the Lotus family that had apparently come to Vorhees since he'd left Anya in the room. "We didn't come to see Wei, we came to see her." Shu said, bowing back to the angel as he turned to see the woman she spoke of and his body stiffened. Anya saw a look of sheer anger light on Mr. Hughes' face and she frowned, worried as Wei slowly lifted her off of him and moved them both into a standing position. The weight on her abdomen making standing a little more difficult than she expected. It was really heavy, and hot. "She was not the one to end the gargoyles lives, how dare you do this to her." His words made her shake as she widened her eyes and put a hand on the heaviness of her abdomen, it was really, very, very hot, and the pressure was growing. "What she will give me, I would have paid for with the lives of a thousand of those sex-crazed gothic creatures." "She cannot survive this." Mr. Hughes saw Anya look at him in confusion and fear. "She can. She will." Wei put a hand around the woman as she began to fall against him. "What is happening to me?" Anya whispered, the pressure against her pussy was consuming her, she felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside out. "Anya, you're pregnant. But a dragon's egg is not compatible with a human. There is no way for you to birth it." "A dragon's egg?" Anya gasped, looking at the man who was obviously responsible for her condition, and the angel that looked ready to commit murder. "She's not human." Wei shook his head. "Arc doesn't know what she is?" Yu stood up, the woman looked incredibly uncomfortable and he moved to them and shifted her so that she was in a squatting position, her large stomach between her bent legs. "He's blocked from it somehow. It's not surprising, given his past...but it's still kind of surprising that he cannot smell her." Wei shook his head. "What is she?" "Holy FUCK!" Anya cried out, screaming as she felt something give inside of her body and there was a rush of fluid out of her pussy and then the pressure of before intensified and she felt her pussy being pushed wide. "She can't do this. It will kill her." "She can." "Anya is human, no one has been able to birth a dragon egg in thousands of years." "You needn't remind us of the fact that we've been unable to breed for quite some time, Arc. We are well aware." Zheng said quietly as he watched the girl intently, if Wei was right, today would witness the first birth of a dragon egg in a very very very long time. "Can we fucking FOCUS right now?" Anya screamed, the pressure had only moved an inch down and she knew she was nowhere close to having whatever was inside of her outside, and them arguing wasn't helping. "A cesarean section, maybe that would work. The growth hasn't burned her, she might be able to survive..." Mr. Hughes suggested, frowning when Shu shook her head at him. Anya felt the woman's hand push into her stressed pussy and she panted, Jesus, it was like trying to give birth to a large, thick rubber watermelon. "The egg is already working past the neck, you would rip her open trying a cesarean." "She will rip anyway, you are killing her." "Anya," Wei put a hand on her face and made her look up at his simmering dark eyes, "You will not die. You must trust me. You must push, you must push hard." "You have goooooooooot, oooh, you have got to be kidding me!" Anya cried out, the pressure only intensified if she tried to help it along, and the pain was almost blinding. "Push, the pain will go away, Anya. Please, push." Shu grabbed her hands and faced her, squatting much like Anya was. "Oh, God." Anya whimpered, tears falling from her eyes as she looked at the men standing around her and the woman she was eye level with. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth and pushed, harder and harder despite how the pain intensified, until she felt her body stretch wide, and finally, the pain dissipated as the large dragon egg squeezed out of her pussy and fell heavy into the hands of Wei, who had moved into place to catch it. She focused on getting her breathing under control as she looked at the enormous, pearl-colored egg that seemed to be completely covered in scales. The way it shimmered in the light of the fireplace made her eyes widen and she looked at Wei, who had finally looked up from the egg he held. "Did it make it?" She asked, feeling weak as she leaned against Mr. Hughes, who had somehow came to squat at her side and put an arm around her. Wei nodded very slowly, "Yes. The child inside grows." "I didn't die, Mr. Hughes." She whimpered into the chest of the man she was against and felt him start to bring her to her feet when another intense pressure hit her pussy and her legs buckled under her. "Oh, JESUS." She cried as she went back down. Wei handed the egg to his brother, Zheng, and then got back down, his eyes on his sister as she moved to inspect the woman's pussy. She had released more fluid and seemed in the throes of a great painful contraction. "There is another egg." Shu looked at her brother, eyes wide in amazement. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!" Anya cried, clutching tightly to Mr. Hughes' suit jacket as she felt the egg inside her start to push down and into her pussy from her womb. "Anya, this has never happened before. Two eggs, it's not normal. This one may not survive." Shu told her gently, watching as the girl frowned and shook her head. "I am never having sex with a dragon again, oh, oh, holy SHIT. I can't-Oh, my, GOD." She pushed with all of her force, needing the pressure to stop, needing to get past the pain, and finally, she was rewarded for her efforts by the outward stretch of her pussy walls and the expulsion of the second dragon egg from her overworked pussy. Anya felt herself moved to the floor as she was inspected to ensure there was not another egg inside, which thankfully, there wasn't, and the male dragons were settling the eggs into thick, warm cushions close to the fire. Anya felt her eyes widen momentarily as she saw Shu step away from them and change into her dragon form. She was slightly smaller, and her dragon scales shimmered with a more red tone than her brother, and she moved carefully over to the two eggs to gently settle over them to keep them warm. "It will take many months for them to hatch, Anya. You have given my family a great gift." Wei told her, taking her up and into his arms as he held her close and Anya could swear that he looked ready to cry. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 22 "I would like to see them." She whispered, and felt him move his mouth to speak softly into her ear. Anya smiled softly, kissing him gently on the mouth, her lips lingering on his for several moments before she moved her lips to his ear and whispered softly. Then, her exhaustion was too much and she fell asleep in his arms. She didn't feel him hand her over to Mr. Hughes, nor did she see the look of irritation on the angel's face as he accepted her, asked the Lotus family to wait for his return, and then he carried her quickly out of the room. She was supposed to be on her way to the airport in another few hours. He wasn't sure she'd even be conscious or repaired in time. The dragons had taken a great chance in impregnating her, she could very easily have died. He still did not understand what Anya was. Typically, when Wei fucked a customer, he fucked her ass first, either in his human or dragon form, and that would get rid of the semen that he held. His ejaculations after that would be sterile and cause no threat to the woman that he fucked. For some reason, Wei had chosen to get Anya pregnant, something he would have refused to allow if he had known the man's intentions. He had impregnated her with his dragon egg, endangered her life, he'd tattooed her even, which is something Mr. Hughes had seen while she was birthing the eggs but had yet to comment on, he would discuss that, and the whispered conversation with the girl later, when he had the old dragon alone. He had bred her, and the eggs had survived, which would cause a huge ripple of concern and amazement across the non-human population in the months to come. And she had borne him two eggs, not one. As much as Mr. Hughes wanted to know what had made it possible, what the woman was, if she wasn't human, he wanted to get her home to her family more. It was time for her to go, before any other strange events could occur at Vorhees. It seemed the best thing to do, to get her home, to return things at the spa to normal, for her to return to normal. He would just need to ignore the part of his own soul that ached for her to be around, that part had no place at Vorhees. He had certain needs, and he knew that if he asked her to stay, for him, she would refuse to allow him to continue meeting his needs. He had learned a long time ago that he could not change. Not even for Anya. Whatever she was. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 23 "Oh my God, if I could have sex with nothing but that goo, I totally would, Deandra. For real." Anya's satisfied whimper made the French woman laugh gently as she continued to work the thick, medicinal goo into Anya's two holes. "I've used it a time or two myself, Anya, I understand how you feel. Though, I've never fucked a dragon." "Just go out in the yard and try to fuck a tree stump, it pretty much feels the same way." Anya muttered and felt the woman chuckle again as she set the jar aside. "I do not think that Mr. Lotus would appreciate being compared to a tree stump. He would hope he was a little more satisfying." A female voice said from the doorway and Anya looked up from where she was being lowered into the bathtub to see Shi standing there, back in her black dress, a smile on her face. Anya smiled, beckoning Shi to her with her index finger and she watched as the woman came over to her as Deandra continued to wash her. The tattoo had been covered carefully after Deandra had applied more lotion, and then it had been taped so that she could bathe the mix of sweat and cum off of her body. She knew Mr. Hughes was furious about the tattoo, but there was nothing to do about it now. It was larger than she thought it would be, the tip of each wing ended at each corner of the small of her back. She'd have to be careful about her shirts, she wouldn't want her scrub tops at work to rise when she sat down, Anya didn't want the questions she knew she would receive from her co-workers. Not that she would tell them anything about the spa she'd gone to, it's not as if they would have believed her if she did. "I've come to say goodbye, Anya." Shi said as she sat on the edge of the tub. "I'm sorry I did what I did to you. I'm sorry that you were punished." Anya told her, putting a hand on top of the woman's clothed thigh. "Oh, don't worry about that. I was very happy to have you fuck me, Anya. And him, it wasn't my first time in the chest, you know." Shi said in a chuckle. "I was a little jealous of your time there, you know. To be able to have him take me out and do whatever he wanted, and then putting me back. It was kind of hot." Anya nodded, Shi's hand came down to rest on top of hers as Deandra dumped a cup of water into her hair. "Are you ready to go home, Anya?" Shi asked. Anya thought about it for a moment, she wanted to give an honest answer. Eventually, she nodded her head, "Yes. I miss my children so much. I need them. I feel very...different, but I want my family, and I want to get back to my life." "Good. You'll notice that over the next week or so, your body is going to alternate between being sore, aroused, and uncomfortable. We've put you through so much. You haven't had any time to adjust to it all. We'll send you home with some of our salve that we make. It keeps for a while, and you can't really misuse it, so it's safe. Just keep it to yourself, of course." Shi told her as she stood up again and crossed the room. Anya looked at Deandra, she had rinsed her long hair and was using a sponge on her breasts and stomach. It was making Anya's pussy clench and she slipped her arms around the woman and pulled her into the water with her, molding her lips over the mouth of the French woman, who squealed and then kissed her bag with passion, their tongues meeting and clinging, their hands pressing and squeezing at each other until Anya finally pulled back and looked at the normally quiet maid with a smile on her face. "I never thanked you for fucking my ass before, Deandra. It felt really good." Anya whispered in her ear before licking and biting the lobe. "I received pleasure from it, as well, Anya." Deandra sat up on her knees, wet from the breasts down, her dress sticking to her thin body. "Deandra, get her dried off and then take off your clothes. We don't have a lot of time." Shi said, her hands on the buttons on the back of her own gown. Anya's eyes widened and she watched as the two undressed in front of her. They were both very thin and pretty. Their skin smooth and Deandra's pebbled from getting cold after stepping out of the tub and into the cooler air of the room. She helped Anya up and wrapped a towel around her hair and then another was used to dry off her body. "Lay her there." Shi pointed to the large bathmat, and Anya happily laid down carefully on her back, not wanting too much movement on her tattoo. "Anya, close your eyes." Shi smiled down at her and Anya complied, feeling feet step over to her and soon, she could feel someone sit over her face, and a pussy was smushed against her mouth. Anya opened it in a gasp and wrapped her hands around smooth thighs as she began to suck hard on the clit of the woman above her. She was sure it was Shi, and she could feel Deandra move in between her legs, her small mouth immediately attacking Anya's stimulated clit. She moaned and felt her pussy clench with a soft orgasm. Anya concentrated on Shi and the way she gyrated her hips and moaned about Anya. When she finally came, Anya licked and sucked at the nectar and drank it while Shi cried out in abandon. Deandra didn't penetrate her pussy with anything but her tongue, but she'd moved a thumb to caress her clit as her mouth moved to Anya's hot pussy lips to kiss her carnally. Anya felt her body jerk and her hips bucked into the woman as she was eaten, and while she was eating the woman on her face just as vigorously. They all came together in waves before finally, Shi stood up, they had to have Anya clean and ready to go very soon. Helping the brunette up, Shi rubbed her hair and then brushed it thoroughly. Deandra cleaned her face, a contended smile on her own lips at the way Anya had tasted. It was as good as she had heard. Anya was wiped clean, dressed in a simple yellow sundress and white flats, and her hair was braided in a side braid that left strands of the wavy, this hair loose around her face to frame it. When they opened the bathroom door, Anya saw Mr. Hughes standing there, a gray suit on today, his intense light blue eyes found and connected to hers as the two servants went into the bedroom and collected the suitcase and purse that she had brought with her. "Are you ready to go?" Mr. Hughes asked as Anya walked towards him slowly. "Yes. Are you ready for me to go?" She couldn't want him to say no, she didn't want him to say no, but she did. She wanted him to say no, her pussy wanted him to say no. Fuck, she wasn't ready to leave. She had loved it here, she wanted to stay, damn it. The thoughts hit her like a ton of bricks and her stomach felt filled with lead and her throat ran dry. "We must leave or else we might miss your flight, Anya." He didn't answer her and Anya frowned, answer me! "All right." She offered him her hand, and he took it in his palm, wrapping his fingers through hers tightly and walking at her side out the bedroom door for the final time. "Everything with Samir is okay now?" Anya asked gently as they made their way down the hallway towards the staircase. "Yes." Mr. Hughes nodded, seeing the man in question suddenly come into view, he was running up the staircase, a look of concern on his face until he saw them, or more specifically, Anya, and a broad smile lit his face. Anya widened her eyes as the handsome man came up to her, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and lifted her in front of him and walked back down the stairs with her in his arms. "I didn't think I was in time to say goodbye, Anya." He chuckled as he let her slide down the front of his body. Anya kept her arms around his neck as she smiled happily at the man. "I'm so glad you found me." "How would you like that goodbye to go, Anya?" He said, his eyes darkening a little as he spoke more hoarsely now, she could feel his arousal against her stomach. "She doesn't have time, Samir." Mr. Hughes had moved to the doorway and was standing with his hands behind his back. "Fine, goodbye you lovely girl." Samir grinned open-mouthed and then reached for her face and pulled it to his to kiss her passionately, his tongue pushing inside, memorizing her taste, breathing in the fantastic, arousing scent of her. Finally, he pulled back and took a step back away from her, dropping his hands to his sides. "Goodbye, Samir. Don't break any more windows." Anya giggled softly when he looked sideways at Mr. Hughes and winked, and then she turned towards the man who had brought her here. "Goodbye." Piltrum said in the doorway of the drawing room and Anya turned around and dropped her mouth open at him, she hadn't expected to see him again, and she couldn't remember hearing him talk. "Goodbye, Piltrum. Thank you." She nodded at him as Mr. Hughes took her by her upper arm and moved her quickly out through the doorway. "We really must get you out of here, Anya." He muttered as he moved down the front step of the spa with her. He pulled the keys of his car out of his pocket and was about to open the door of the passenger side when he saw six large forms standing near Deandra and Shi on the driveway. He frowned, this was not usual, and he had to get her out of here. It was time for Anya to return to the normal world. "Payton!" Anya gasped, moving over to the large red-furred satyr. His body was somewhat healed from his fights earlier in the week, though his horn would take a great deal longer to return. He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her, kissing her neck and breathing her in before he handed her to the satyr beside him. "Goodbye Anya." He winked at her as Colby nuzzled her close. "Don't forget how well we fucked you, Anya." He whispered in her ear and Anya felt herself grow warm. "Colby." She sighed out his name as she was then passed to Dwight, who hugged her tightly. "Goodbye, Anya." Dwight said softly as he kissed her throat and ran his hands over her body. Anya was tender because of the tattoo, but she didn't react to it, she didn't want them to know. "Goodbye, Dwight, and Ailen." Anya found herself in the brown furred satyr's arms and hugged him close, "I won't forget you." "How could you, Anya. You've become a part of us all." Ailen kissed her on the lips and felt her tongue slide softly against his for a moment before he moved her into the awaiting arms of Birch. "Birch," Anya hugged him, her hands wrapping around the base of his horns as he wrapped her legs around his waist, "goodbye." "Dream about us at night." He whispered in her ear and she let him kiss her tenderly. Big hands soon wrapped around her sides and she was removed from his hold and turned into Cynric's powerful arms. She found her body brought hard against the big satyr's chest and he walked with her over to the side of the car. "Cynric, goodbye." she smiled, putting her hands on his face and moving in his grasp to kiss him. He quickly took control of it as Mr. Hughes opened the door and waited impatiently for her to be placed inside. She took her time kissing the older satyr and loved the feeling of his large tongue plundering her mouth, leaving behind his woodsy scent. It surrounded her as she was lowered to the seat in the sports car. "It's really time for me to take her to the airport." Mr. Hughes said in slight frustration as the six satyrs and two women all stood looking at the woman in his car. "Then let's go, by all means Mr. Hughes." Anya frowned at him before looking out at the bodies of the men and women she knew intimately now, and felt a warm, full feeling as her eyes met and held the gaze of each as Mr. Hughes shut her door and walked around the car. When he was seated beside her and started the engine, Anya saw Samir come out onto the porch and he grinned and waved at her. She waved back and then the car was moving. Mr. Hughes wasn't wasting any time now, he needed to get her to the airport for her flight, and get her to the States and to her home before any more crazy situations could occur between her and the non-humans that worked for him. "Mr. Hughes." Anya said his name softly several minutes later as they drove quickly through the woods to get to one of the main roads. "Anya?" "The dragon. There hasn't been any new dragons for a long time?" "No, not for a very very long time. Dragons can impregnate a great many beings, but only another dragon can birth the egg without it ripping their body apart. Some of their kind tried rather desperately to find a way to reproduce." "But I was able to have the eggs." He nodded, his eyes not leaving the road. "Why was he willing to let me leave then? Do you think he's going to try to find me and fuck me again?" She shivered, she really didn't think she could handle another dragon fuck session. Mr. Hughes shook his head, "He has promised to leave you alone. They are being given two more of their kind with your eggs. He is satisfied." "I know they're brothers and sister, but if it was extinction, why wouldn't they get Shu pregnant?" Anya asked, watching out the window as they drove through the woods. "Shu has been unable to produce an egg. They have tried everything, Anya, everything. Those two eggs, they mean everything to the dragons." His words made her shiver, the thought of Shu having sex with her own brothers, it was hard to consider, but if faced with extinction, what wouldn't you try? "You're mad about the tattoo?" Anya said quietly as she pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and shirt nearest her, baring the tiniest bit of his massive amounts of black tattoos. "Yes, Anya. You were not supposed to return home so very different." "I weigh a hundred pounds less than I did a week ago, I think that's going to be harder to take in than the fact that I have a back tattoo of a really sexy looking dragon." She chuckled, smiling at the way he frowned at her. "Anya, eventually, you will need to forget about all of this and move on. It's not likely that you'll meet another non-human, well, besides Ned. I assume he is still your lawyer?" He turned them onto the main road that would take them into Toronto and Anya knew that they were getting closer to the moment when she would never see him again. "Yes. Archimendes, pull over. Please, pull over now." She shook suddenly, clutching his arm tightly, her green eyes desperate as he pulled the car onto the shoulder along the wooded, empty road. When he put it in park, she took her seat belt off and climbed into his lap facing him, her legs open on either side, her dress pulled up so that he could see her lace, white panties. "Anya, we have no time." He muttered, though his face was much more guttural, his hands were on her arms as she moved her mouth to his. "Please, kiss me." She whimpered as she felt his hands move to the back of her head. When his lips touched hers, they were light, warm, barely touching her lips for an eternity before his mouth opened and the heat of it made her gasp and open beneath him. He tilted his neck slightly and shoved his tongue deep in her mouth, dueling with hers, his hard lips fitting to hers, bringing an intense, burning passion to her body that sizzled and ached all the way down to her pussy. "Fuck, Anya." He groaned, her hands unbuttoned his jacket and pulled his white shirt free, her palms splaying over his hot skin beneath as he kissed her again. "Exactly, fuck Anya." She tilted back so he could look down at her prettily clad pussy, shaking when he moved a hand down to cup her there, the thumb pressing against her clit through the material of her panties, and two fingers pushing the obstruction to the side to sink into her wet cunt. "Anya, we can't-." He growled, she raised her hips up and pushed down on his fingers, mimicking what she would want to do if he had worn a strap-on. "I'm too tight for you to fist me, Mr. Hughes, but you can finger fuck me and make me cum. Please." She begged, pushing down hard onto his two fingers again, gasping as he pushed a third one inside of her wetness. "Anya." He groaned against her breast as he pulled her against his chest with his free hand, the other remaining in her cunt, moving against her as she dropped her hips against him. "I won't ever forget you, Mr. Hughes." She breathed into his ear as he began to beat into her harder with his fingers. "It would be better if you did." He muttered back as he felt her pussy clench against his fingers and she came, soaking her fingers and the panties that he'd chosen for her to wear. "Just shut up and kiss me." She groaned, grabbing his face and pulling his lips to hers. Her ticket was in the front of her purse and Anya had already texted her aunt that her plane was delayed for only twenty minutes, which had turned out to be a blessing for Anya as she had a little less time than she should have to get through security. Walking out of the bathroom, she moved over to the man who was waiting for her, hands behind his back. He was so handsome, and still looked like he hadn't shaved for several days. She wished she could see his wings once more. She wished she could say a great many things to him, but knew that it wouldn't matter. Even if they could be together, if she felt comfortable about raising her children near Vorhees, which she didn't, he would never be happy with just her, and she was not a good sub for him. Going up to him, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, her face buried in the curve of his throat as he moved his arms down and around her. Breathing deeply, she committed the smell of the woods and mint to her mind and kissed slowly along his jaw line as she slowly righted herself to look into his warm eyes. "Did you change your panties, Anya?" He asked quietly and watched her eyes burn with mischief. "I'm not wearing panties anymore, Mr. Hughes." She chuckled sexily as she moved his hand down and over the curve of her ass. "You are a bloody troublemaker, Mrs. MacTiernen." He called her by her full name, something that he hadn't done since they arrived at the spa. "I won't forget you, Mr. Hughes." She raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, filling her lungs with him one more time before she stepped back and clutched her purse in front of her waist, "And I'm not the one with a cum soaked pair of panties in my pocket." He frowned as she grinned wide and turned, walking swifting to the security line, his hand ran over the outside of his jacket pockets and he felt a little cloth lump in one and figured she'd snuck them in when she'd hugged him upon exiting the bathroom. He watched the gentle, elegant sway of her hips as she handed the security officer her passport and ticket. She looked so much more sure of herself, so much more confident now than she had when he'd initially fetched her from here. He'd had no idea at the time that Mrs. Anya MacTiernen would create such an amazing mess of things at Vorhees. He had only known that Ned Bricker had suggested that she come, that she was a great fuck and he had been very aroused by her. He hadn't realized that he would have a sick feeling in his gut as he watched her as she walked through the X-ray machine, her eyes turning back towards him just one more time before she faded into the interior of the airport. He continued watching, unable to move more than his eyes as he stood where he was. His eyes alternated between the departure board and the security line. Mr. Hughes didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew it had, even after the sign had changed from 'delayed' to 'boarding' to 'departed,' he'd been unable to leave the airport, he'd been unable to leave his spot. He'd been unable to leave her. Anya had a window seat in first class. She felt sexy in the pale yellow sundress that they'd supplied her with since all of her clothes were too big for her now. The panties had been lacy and sexy, but she would have been uncomfortable wearing them on the airplane as wet as they were. It'd been a last minute decision to take them off and shove them in his jacket. She'd felt so conflicted about leaving. She was glad to go, happy that she wasn't going to be repeatedly causing trouble for the non-humans at Vorhees, but she still felt so very connected to the time that she had spent there. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 23 Beside her had sat a businessman who ended up being friendly, and sociable, and they found themselves in conversation as they made the nonstop flight to Boston. He'd been interested in the fact that she was a pediatrics nurse. He apparently had a twelve year old niece who'd had leukemia, and they'd spent time in Children's years ago. Anya found him easy to talk to, and it was nice speaking to someone, a human, that didn't have any outward intentions with her. He was who he said he was, a businessman, from Medford, and when she'd told him the town she lived in somewhere near the end of their flight, he'd actually smiled and suggested they get together for a drink sometime. When they'd de-boarded, he'd said a genuine goodbye to her and had handed her his card. She'd thanked him and pocketed it before collecting her luggage and made her way out of the airport and to her own car. Throwing her suitcase in her trunk, she got behind the wheel and grinned crookedly when she had to pull the seat up a little to reach everything better. Finally pulling out of the airport, she got onto 93 and was quickly on her way to Somerville, to the house that she'd bought with her husband, and focused her thoughts on getting to see her four children soon. "Mommy!" Five year-old Penelope screamed when she opened the front door, arms up and already running towards her when she stopped suddenly and cocked her head up at Anya standing in the front door. "Where's the rest of you?" Anya chuckled and walked to her daughter, sinking to her knees and wrapped the little brunette with the pixie cut up into her arms and hugging her close for several minutes, smothering her face with kisses as she did so. "Well, Penny, I went to a spa where I got to exercise and eat really well, and then I got pretty sick, and so I lost a lot of weight. But Mommy's all better now." Anya said as she heard footsteps approach and saw her aunt come into view with Dina, her one-year old in one hand and the other one was wrapped around the little hand of Oscar, her four year-old. "Anya, you look...amazing." Greta said, her voice mirroring how stunned she was to see the difference in her niece who had risen to stand with Penny wrapped around her waist. "Thank you." Anya smiled tightly, she knew her weight loss was going to be really hard to explain, but there was nothing she could do about it, "Where is Sam?" "He's out back playing on the porch with Lindie." Greta motioned behind her and Anya smiled, putting Penny down so she could push the door closed and set her suitcase to the side for now. She would go into the back yard and see her oldest, and then spend time with all four of her children. She knew there would be more questions from her aunt, and ones she couldn't answer, but that would all have to wait until later. She wanted to see all of her children. Taking Dina away from her aunt, Anya kissed the squealing baby's face and walked with her through the hall to the kitchen and then out onto the back porch. Anya saw Lindie sitting on the porch, Sam in her lap as she ran the petals of a clover over his upturned palm. He laughed and then stopped, turning slightly and raising his green eyes slowly up towards where Anya was standing quietly and watching the little boy. "Mama?" He asked, and Anya felt tears fill her eyes as she walked over to him and sank onto her knees, putting Dina down as she pulled her oldest, child into her arms and hugging him tightly. "It's me, love. I'm home." She choked out as she kissed him close, feeling his hands move over her body, settling on either side of her face as he took her in with the pads of his fingers. "You feel thinner, Mama. But it's you, right?" He asked, his sightless eyes gazing more at the tip of her nose than her eyes. Anya grinned and kissed his forehead, "It's me, Sammy." "You smell good, mommy." He smiled as he moved his hands down to her hands and held them as the got up. Anya chuckled, she'd heard that repeatedly for the last week. Later that night, Anya took her suitcase up to her bedroom. After she'd set her kids down at the dinner table and let them eat, Greta had taken her back into the kitchen and asked her how she'd lost weight so quickly. Anya had told her that she'd had liposuction, that the spa she'd went to was a recovery center, and she'd had a bit of an issue and had lost a lot of weight due to it. The staff there, however, had been top notch, and they had saved her life. She'd promised Greta that was all it was and that there would be no lasting affects. All her organs were intact and she was being monitored now by her regular doctor. Her aunt had been furious about what she'd done, but had eventually let the matter drop and had taken Lindie and gone home. Now, it was dark and the children were bathed and in bed. Anya had bathed, too, and had stood in her shower thinking about her week, thinking about the men that she'd fucked, and it had made her rub her breasts a little harder as she'd washed them. Her fingers had slipped down to her pussy and she pushed two fingers inside, sliding against the moisture building there. She moaned as she brought herself slowly to orgasm, her mind picturing wings....horns...giant, monstrous cocks that forced themselves into her pussy or ass...it made her hot, and she'd had to turn the water a little cooler before getting out. She needed sleep and going to bed so worked up wouldn't help. Putting the suitcase on the bed, she unzipped it and started pulling out the clothes that she had brought with her and never used. She put her bathroom stuff under the sink and then put the two jars of the goo that she'd been given on the top shelf of her closet. Anya gasped when she looked at the bottom of her suitcase and found a purple velvet bag. Opening it, she pulled out the cock that Mr. Hughes had used on her that first time when he had fucked her. It was out of it's holster and she gazed at it, instantly wet. Shoving the suitcase off of her bed, she turned off her bedroom lights and moved quickly under the covers, cock still in hand. Closing her eyes, she pictured his face, the large white wings, the tattoos, the strong jaw and his firm lips. His crystal blue eyes on her as he forced her to do what he wanted her to. Anya felt her pussy twitch and grow wet and she moved the large cock to the fold between her legs and pushed the thick tip inside. She was so tight, that it took a moment, the moisture spilling from her helping in the upward slide until she had over half of the long rod inside of her body. It was larger than the dildo that she had used for years, much larger than that one, in fact, but Anya enjoyed the overwhelming fullness of it and she closed her eyes, whimpering as she forced more of it inside of her, only stopping when her cervix threatened to cramp under the pressure. She felt tears fill her eyes and she held the rod tightly within her pussy, turning on her side as she began to sob. How in the world was she supposed to fall asleep without Mr. Hughes fucking her into exhaustion? Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 24 The next month flew by for Anya. To make up for the hours that her boss had switched around to get her the time off, she had worked four to five twelve hour shifts each week for the last four weeks. Anya would get her children off to school or daycare, take the red line into Boston, and then pick them up from their respective after school programs after her shift. They'd go home, eat, check homework, bathe, and fall into bed exhausted. Anya was looking through her purse on one of her few off days, she had gotten Sam and Penny to school and Oscar and Dina were playing in the room they shared while she walked around after her shower, still in just her undies and bra. She was out of chapstick in the bathroom and thought that she had another tube in her purse. Pulling out a business card, she looked at it absently and realized that it was the card of the business man she'd met on the plane home from Canada. Marcus Caffey. He was a CFO at some such place. He had been nice to her on the plane, talkative, a little flirty. She hadn't called him. She had honestly forgotten all about him when she got back home. She'd returned to life and buried herself in it. It was the only way that she'd been able to get through leaving the spa behind her. Pulling out the tube that she'd been looking for, she took it and the card back up to her bedroom and sat on her bed. She spread the chapstick on her lips as she read the man's name again. It had his work and cell number on it. She frowned. Was eight months after her husband's death too soon to go on a date? Anya shook her head, she'd had massive amounts of sex a month ago, with demons and wolves and whatnot. A date seemed a pretty tame thing to do. Dialing the cell number on her cell phone, she got up and walked into the room where her two youngest were playing and sat down on a rocking chair in the corner. The phone rang four times before it was answered. "This is Mark." A deep voice said on the other end, a little curiosity mixed in at the strange number that had come up on his cell phone. "Hi, Mark. Um, this is Anya MacTiernen. We met about a month ago. On the plane from Toronto." She said, dropping off to see if he would remember her. "Anya, yeah, I remember you. It's been a while, I figured you forgot all about me." His chuckle warmed her and she bit her lip and ran a hand through Dina's hair when the little girl crawled over and pulled herself up against Anya's knee. "I wouldn't say that. I've been working a lot to make up for the vacation I took. I just pulled your card out of my purse and called." She found herself smiling as she thought about the man who had short black hair and a strong jaw. He was a soccer player, she knew, and coached a community soccer team on the weekends. He was an ex marine, as well. She remembered that he still looked pretty athletic, even in his suit. "Well, can I take advantage of it and ask if you'd like to get together for dinner sometime?" He asked. Anya took a breath in and smiled, "So you're still interested?" "Why wouldn't I be? You're a pretty lady and I like food." She chuckled when he said that. "Well, okay. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to eat some food together." "Awesome. Do you like Indian?" He asked and Anya smiled, so happy that he hadn't just suggested a local steak restaurant, or Italian, the usual first date type fare. They decided on a place in Cambridge and decided to meet up the next night for dinner. They'd drive separately, of course, Anya was overly cautious now, she'd had some very strange things happen to her lately, and didn't want to have him pick her up at her house. So after she fed her kids and the babysitter arrived the next night, she got into her car and drove down to the Porter red line stop and parked her car, then took the subway train down to the Central stop and walked slowly down the street towards an Indian restaurant that she'd never been to, but had been told good things about. She'd worn one of her new dresses, well, all her dresses were new, she'd had to do a few huge shopping trips to replenish her wardrobe from the weight loss. The dress she'd picked out was maroon and had a spaghetti strap top and fell to below her knees in an uneven lace hem. It had made her feel nice and sexy when she'd worn it in the store. She wasn't wearing a bra, which she hadn't been able to do in years. Her breasts hadn't just been downsized by Chrysanthulus, they'd been made more perky. She loved that plant so much. "Anya." An interested male voice said from behind her, and Anya turned around to see that Marc was making his way towards her. "Hi, Marc." She smiled, taking the hand he offered for her to shake and squeezed it firmly, she had always hated weak handshakes, and her eyes widened a bit as he held it much longer than necessary. "You look," His brown eyes had dropped to her dress and she blushed as he appreciated the flowy dress and her trim legs and chest, "like we need a chaperone." She laughed and her eyes sparkled and she moved her hand to wrap it under his forearm as she moved to walk at his side to the restaurant they would eat at. "You're not so bad yourself." She told him. He was wearing black slacks and a white shirt with faint black and yellow plaid lines on it to break up the brightness of it. He was clean shaven and smelled like some sort of delicious aftershave that had a more natural scent as opposed to something like Old Spice. He was tan and muscled, as she remembered from the plane. "Thank you." He winked at her and his smile broke wide on his face and Anya felt her pussy start to pulse again in restless anticipation, curious if it would be brought out to play at some point this evening. Dinner was delicious and they ended up sharing several different items off of the menu to try new things. Anya ate greedily and blamed it on being too busy at work that day to eat. It wasn't like she could tell him that she'd had to start eating a lot more just to keep her weight up. He was attentive and asked her questions that were personal but not prying. They talked a little about her children, he'd asked if Sam had always been blind, and how she handled things as a single mom, which she was still having a hard time thinking of herself as being. Mark was one of five brothers and three sisters. His parents both had lots of siblings, and he had grown up in a boisterous, loving household on the south shore. He worked for a shoe company now, he had been at his job for the last three years. He was thirty one, divorced with no kids. His first wife had wanted to focus on her career, and then they'd grown distant. He wanted kids, he didn't like being on his own, so he lived in the basement of one of his brothers' house. He'd asked her if she was lonely, too. She'd smiled softly and nodded, sometimes, she was. They'd finished their meal and had been reluctant to leave, they hadn't made any plans past dinner tonight and it had gone well, there was a chemistry between them. "Does it make me a terrible person if I tell you that I'm wondering how I can get a kiss in between here and your subway stop?" He asked her after he'd paid for their meal and they were on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, it was really dark outside now and even though it was June, it was still a little cooler at night. "No," Anya shook her head as she bit her lip and looked down the street, "A terrible date, maybe, but not a terrible person." He laughed and put his arm around her shoulders. She breathed in the delightful smell of him and felt the muscles under his shirt bunch as she moved a little closer to his side as they started walking towards the entrance to the T. "I had a nice time tonight." She looked up at him, her body shivering at the way he looked down at her with heat in his gaze. "I want to see more of you." She wasn't sure of his meaning from the look in his eyes, so she didn't reply at first. "My aunt is taking my kids to church on Sunday morning. I usually stay home and sleep in and eat a late breakfast." "Are you asking me to sleep in with you?" He muttered darkly and Anya stiffened, slowing her steps as she bit her lip. "I was wondering if you would like to go to breakfast with me, instead. I'll even wake up early." She chuckled, he was a little forward, but she found she liked it. "What if I come over and cook you breakfast?" He said quietly as they neared the entrance that she needed to take. Anya frowned up at him. "Your kids won't be there. Just tell me when they leave, and have them leave the door open and I'll bring food to cook. Give your aunt all my information and if I do something terrible, she'll know who to blame." Anya licked her bottom lip, and then finally nodded at him, "I'd rather my kids not meet you yet, they're not ready, or I'm not. I don't know yet." "I won't come in until they're gone." He said as he turned her towards him and lowered his mouth to hers, taking her lips under his and licking them slowly, sensually, until she gasped and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to push inside of hers in a deeper caress. His hands surrounded her, and he felt one rest tightly on her lower back as the other curled possessively around the nape of her neck. Her pussy pleaded with her to take things further, more than ready to be filled, aching to do so, but Anya wasn't going to do that. She liked Marc, and he had made her forget a few things that she'd been desperate to forget this past month. Her hands were on his chest and she left them there for a moment even after he had pulled back from her a little to allow them to breathe. "I'll see you Sunday, Anya." He muttered gruffly as he finally released her completely and watched as she descended into the subway station and he left to fetch his car from public parking. The following day was Saturday, and Anya worked an eight hour shift during the day before coming home and cleaning up her house in a flurry. She told her aunt that she had a friend coming over for breakfast, a new, male friend, and Greta had offered to take the four children back to her place for the day so that Anya could have a longer date. Her aunt had been more than happy at the news of her seeing someone, despite it being so new, she thought it was good that Anya finally get back out there. She was too young, Greta had said, to live alone. Saturday night, when she had gone to bed, she'd worn a pale pink chiffon babydoll to bed that she'd bought on a whim at a lingerie store during one of her shopping trips. It came with matching panties, a thong, something she'd never worn but found extremely erotic as she'd crawled into her king sized bed and pulled her blankets up. Anya'd left her long hair loose. It had finally stopped growing so quickly, about four inches above her bottom, and she'd not wanted to cut it. She like the thick, dark waves. One of her coworkers had started a rumor that she'd gotten extensions and she hadn't bothered to correct them. Getting extensions was an easier explanation than saying a plant had fucked her and her hair growing had been some sort of weird side effect. She stayed up a little late that night, her mind on Marc and the breakfast he was supposed to make her the next morning. Anya found herself rubbing her clit at one point and she brought herself slowly to a climax before falling asleep in the center of the bed. The next morning, the sun was shining in through her curtains when Anya yawned and stretched out on the bed. She raised her hands above her head and buried them under her pillow as she opened her eyes, and then she saw the man leaning in the doorway of her bedroom, a big smile on his face as he looked in at her. "Good morning, sleepy head." Marc Caffey was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt that enhanced the fact that he played sports and his arms were folded over his muscled chest. Anya's eyes widened and she shifted onto her elbows, so that she could look at him a little easier. "You're one of those morning people I've heard about, aren't you? The ones who smile before they drink their coffee and read the paper." Anya smiled, looking down at herself, thankful that the sheets were at least covering the sheerness of her babydoll. "I will admit to nothing, Anya, except that I do have a subscription to the Boston Globe. Everything else is here say." He liked the way she looked waking up in the morning. He knew she was inching towards 30, but in bed like this, she looked in her early twenties. When he had come into the house, he'd been surprised at the pictures of her with her children and her dead husband, she'd weighed a lot more at some point recently. Anya chuckled and heard a timer go off from somewhere downstairs. "That's my phone. And breakfast. Stay in bed and I'll be back up in five minutes." He winked at her before leaving the doorway and disappearing back downstairs. Anya jumped out of bed and rushed to her bathroom. She brushed her teeth and her hair, put on some more chapstick and peed really quickly before she heard a sound on the staircase and rushed back to bed. She'd hoped to pull on a robe, but hadn't had the time. She had just settled the sheets back over her body when he appeared again in the doorway, this time with a tray of food. Two plates, two cups of coffee, and two sets of silverware. There was also a plate between the other two that had a few English muffins on it. She didn't recognize the large tray, but the plates were from her kitchen. He'd found his way around all right then. "I hope you're hungry." He told her as he set the tray on the bottom of the bed before rounding it and as she shifted to the right side of the bed, he sat on the left, his back against the headboard and his sock covered feet close to hers as she watched him bring the tray up to set it half on her lap and half on his. He'd made eggs over easy, strawberry French toast and home fries. There were strips of bacon on each plate as well, and she snatched one quickly and bit into it as he smiled down at her. Anya hadn't noticed that when she'd sat up on her side of the bed, that the sheet had fallen and the top of her babydoll was visible, and he was getting a rather delectable view of her breasts. "This smells delicious." Anya used the bacon she was eating to point to the rest of the food. "Let's hope it tastes just as good. I'd hate to disappoint you." He murmured at her and Anya felt a shiver work through her body. "The bacon's good. You're off to a good start." Anya laughed as they dove into the food, eating and talking to each other easily. She felt very comfortable with him, and didn't mind when he shifted so that his body pressed against hers at their thighs and arms, and at one point, his right arm was propped behind her on the headboard. "Stay there, I'll move the tray." He told her a little later as Anya was sipping her coffee. Marc got off of the bed and moved the tray to put it on top of her dresser. His coffee was already empty and when he turned back to the bed, she was putting her cup on her side table. Her green eyes looked up at him curiously. "You're making this very difficult for me, which is okay, I don't mind, it's just difficult." He told her as he sat back down on the bed, facing her this time as she sat, legs crossed in front of her, looking up at him. "Difficult?" She asked, feeling heated, and not because of the coffee. "You're beautiful, and sexy as hell, and you're sitting there and I can see parts of your body that make me want to do some pretty intense things to you, and I'm trying to be chivalrous and take this slow." He mock frowned at her and Anya looked down at herself. Her nipples were shadowed but visible under the sheer fabric of her babydoll, and the sheet was near her knees now. He had a clear look at her skimpy panties and the skin under the gown. "I'm sorry, I had planned on being up before you got here. My aunt usually wakes me up when she gets here, if one of the kids don't first. I didn't hear any of them leave." She put her left hand on the sheet to lift it and he moved his large hand down and put it over hers, leaving her exposed to his view. "I'm not complaining, Anya. I'm kind of falling for whatever this is that you're wearing. Would you mind getting on your knees so that I can see you a little better?" His question surprised her and Anya felt moisture pool in her pussy as she slowly brought herself up onto her knees, facing him, and she watched as he looked at her from the knees up. She could see his chest rise and fall as he took her form in, and she could tell by the way his hands clenched together that he was fighting the urge to touch her. "It's called a 'babydoll.'" She said shyly as his brown eyes rose to meet hers. "I can imagine why." his words were guttural, filled with sexual innuendo and he moved a hand forward to just barely slide a few fingers over the outside of her right breast. Anya tensed, her breath shaky as it exited her throat and she was glad she'd worn at least thong panties, otherwise, he would have seen the line of cum that dripped out of her pussy. "Would you like to see the back?" She was playing with fire, and she knew it. She could feel her body coming alive under his gaze, the familiar ache of desire making her shake a little as he slowly nodded his head at her invitation. Anya moved on her knees around to face away from him and heard him suck in a heavy breath as he saw the babydoll from the back. It barely covered the lower curve of her ass, and the thong was easy to see beneath the sheer chiffon, as was the healed dragon tattoo on her lower back. "Anya, I didn't come here this morning to do anything more than feed you breakfast, and maybe kiss you a little, but I think maybe, that I need to have you take that thing off. I think I need to see more of you." His voice was gravelly, his need increasing, and she could feel him shift closer to her on the bed. "All right." Anya was breathing hard as she put her hands on the hem of the gown and pulled it over her head, her long hair cascading back down her back after it was off of her. She let it fall to the floor beside her bed. "I'm going to touch your hair." He said and she shivered, feeling his hands come up and smooth over her long hair, his fingers dragging through it and then he pulled it all gently into one hand and moved it to fall over one shoulder, baring her back to him as she stayed on her knees. "Your tattoo looks pretty new." He said gently, running his fingertips across it, making her shiver and push back into the caress. "Yes. I got it in Toronto, actually." She said over her shoulder. "It's sexy." He told her as he ran his whole hand over the flesh of the tattoo before he smoothed that same hand down across the bite mark on her right ass cheek. "That's some dog." He muttered, his mouth close behind her now, and Anya felt her head drop back as his mouth closed over her throat and he sucked on the soft, warm skin of the side of her throat. His left hand wrapped to her front and surrounded one of her breasts and his other hand curved under her ass and he shoved a finger deep into her wet pussy, making her cry out and fall farther back against him. "Marc." She gasped, parting her legs a little so that he could press into her pussy deeper, a second finger joined the first and she heard him moan against her, his mouth surrounding her ear, the one with the piercing at the top and he licked and bit at the lobe. His left hand squeezed her nipple and she felt him knead the breast beneath roughly. "I want my cock inside you." He growled in her ear as he moved his hand up to turn her head roughly back to his mouth, and he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue in harshly, letting her know he was serious, he was more than ready to fuck her. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 24 Anya whimpered, he was brutal in his kiss, his tongue filled her mouth, his lips were firm, aggressive, and her heart pounded and her body sizzled and her pussy clamped hard against the fingers pushing into her, desperate for her to give in, and when he finally ended the attack on her mouth, she merely clutched at the fabric of his shirt from behind as he moved his fingers out of her pussy and his fingers of each hand went between her thighs to part her legs farther. She could feel him shifting behind her and gasped when she felt his back lay down over her calves and his head moved in between her thighs. His hands moved to her hip bones as she looked down at his intense brown eyes. "I'm going to eat your pussy, Anya, is that okay?" He asked her, his breath causing the sensitive fold between her thighs to clench and pulse, and she knew the only reason she wasn't dripping onto his face was because he hadn't removed the thong panties yet. "Yes." She said without hesitation, he grabbed her wrists and held her above him as he moved his mouth to press it against her covered pussy. She felt his tongue prod beneath the fabric and he licked her from her ass to her clit and she shook forcefully above him. "You smell amazing, Anya." He breathed against her and sunk his teeth into her mound, making her whimper and writhe above him. "Please." She begged, she wanted him to untie the thong and suck on her pussy, she wanted to feel him drink up the sweet nectar and shove his tongue into her fold. "Anya, I want you to come on my face, okay?" He told her, and her pussy cheered, his hands released hers and slowly untied her panties. She thought he would toss them off the bed, but instead, he moved her hands behind her back and tied her together tightly at her wrists. Anya dropped her neck back, groaning at the way he rubbed her clit with his nose before he moved the heat of his mouth over the sensitive button and sucked hard, closing over it and making her buck down onto him. He felt her grind her pussy into his mouth and knew by the way she tightened her muscles that she was inches from orgasm, so he moved his mouth over her hole and sucked hard, hearing her cry out just as she squirted her juice into his waiting mouth. He drank from her, taking everything she gave him before he finally scooted out from under her and rose completely from the bed. Her eyes moved to him, watching as he rounded the bed slowly, pulling at the belt on his jeans until he had it undone and had pulled the jeans off and thrown them on top of her babydoll. His shirt came next and Anya felt her desire dig tighter into her pussy at the solid muscles of his chest. His pecs pulsed tightly as he moved to stand in front of where she faced him, still on her knees, her pussy dripping freely onto the bedsheets beneath her. "Next weekend, I am going to take you out to dinner, and we'll go see a play or a show or something, and I'll have rented a hotel room and we'll go there for a drink, and I will seduce you slowly. I'll take your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body and touch you everywhere with my hands. When I make love to you, it will be slow, and it will be very very fucking passionate." He told her as he spread a hand over one side of her face. Anya nodded, her breathing unsteady as she waited to see what he would do to her. Her lower lip shook as he bent over and reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his billfold, removing a foil wrapped packet from inside before tossing the billfold back down. She shook uncontrollably as she watched him lower his boxers, his plentiful erection pointing up at her when he stepped out of them, and then he was rolling the condom into place. "Today, I'm going to toss you on your stomach and fuck your pussy hard, Anya. Is that okay? Will you let me fuck you the way I need to?" His question was sincere, and Anya knew that he was the type of man who would stop if she asked, but her pussy was most certainly not willing to wait, her pussy wanted his cock right now. "Yes." She whimpered out the approval and felt his large, warm hands grab her by her sides and she was pulled off the bed towards him and turned, her stomach and breasts bouncing down onto the mattress as he pulled her legs wide apart and his cock head positioned quickly at the slick entrance of her sheath. "Damn it, Anya, I wanted to take this slower, but I can't." He groaned behind her neck as he knelt over her, wrapping his hands around her body, trapping her arms between them, as he bucked forward forcefully, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She panted, unable to respond verbally, she didn't care, his cock was intoxicating, and she loved the heavy slide of it in and out of her and as he punched forward into her pussy, she felt him pull her body back to meet each heavy thrust. He wasn't Mr. Hughes and his huge fake cock, he wasn't as thick as Cynric, or as long as Yakov, but he was more than enough for her tight, aroused pussy, and as he fucked her with determined skill, she felt her body shake into orgasm and felt for the first time that something permanent could be starting for her, something good, and real, and permanent. Anya did end up going on that romantic date with Marc that he had mentioned, and they had gone back to his hotel room and he had made love to her with intense, slow strokes and he had touched and kissed her everywhere. She had enjoyed it, and when he'd dropped her off at her house late that night, she'd gone to bed very sated and happy. Two more weeks went by and she felt that she was getting to know Marc pretty well. She'd gone to watch him play soccer one weekday evening and they'd even talked about him meeting her children soon. She could tell he was anxious to, and not that he was rushing into a relationship with her, but he was definitely all in, and wanting to work towards something lasting. Anya hadn't allowed him to meet them yet, but she figured it would happen soon. When the time was right. The two of them had spent the day in Boston. They'd taken a tour of Fenway, he was a big fan, and then had went to the North End for pizza and cannolis before dropping her at the red line to make her own way home. He had a meeting for work and she was more than happy to head back to Somerville on her own. It was early afternoon, and Anya stepped onto the subway train and sat on an empty seat in the half full car. At the next stop, a group of people got on and sat around her. Anya felt a nervous tension build around her and looked up from her phone. Two men sat across from her, they were big, dressed in dark pants and dark shirts and she looked to her side and there was a similarly dressed man on one side, and a young woman sitting beside him. The men were trying not to look at her, but the woman was blatantly staring. Anya felt self conscious suddenly. She'd worn an off the shoulder, mint colored cotton shirt with a white tank underneath and white leggings. She had Marc's contact info on her phone to dial him when she felt the train slow as it started to pull into the next stop. Several more people piled onto the train and one of the men that had been sitting across from her moved to sit to her opposite side and Anya tensed, he had sat down in a way that allowed him to have his head near her, and she'd heard the way he breathed in deeply. Anya shivered as he settled into the seat, his arm on the seat behind her now as she tried to decide what to do. The next stop was Harvard, and she had parked at Porter. Was it better to get off sooner, or to get off where her car was located. She was biting her lip rather ferociously by the time the conductor called out Harvard and she stood as soon as the doors opened, walking quickly off of the train and turning to walk up the stairs. But she turned the wrong way which led to the tunnel that would empty out to an area farther from the main entrance. She didn't want to turn around in case the group had exited as well, but in the end, it didn't matter. When she turned into the tunnel, she realized that the group was following her, and they weren't far behind. Looking ahead of her, the tunned was completely empty. Fuck! Anya his dial on her phone and whimpered when it said she had no service. Damn it! She started walking faster, only stopping when hands grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her up against the side of the tunnel. "Who the fuck are you?" One of the men, the one who had smelled her on the train, asked, his voice a rumble as he stood close in front of her, his hands still pressed against her shoulders. "What? Let go of me." Anya began to shake, terrified, more so when her phone was taken from her by another man and he looked at the name on the screen. "Who's this? Your mate?" His question confused her and she gaped at him. "What? No, that's my boyfriend. Let go of me." Anya pushed at the man's chest and felt him take a small step back. "You don't smell normal." The man said as he looked at her, intrigued. Oh, Jesus, not this 'Anya's not human' bullshit again. "I don't know what you're talking about. Leave me alone." She tried to turn and he let her, but pushed her stomach up against the side of the tunnel. Anya tried to fight him when he put his hand in the hem of her leggings and pulled them down to look at her ass. "You're claimed. But-what the fuck? You have the mark of the Lotus family on you." He spun her back around and Anya rolled her eyes, who the fuck were these idiots? "Dougy, look. Look at her ear." The woman said, stepping a little close when the woman they'd smelled on the train started to look at them in anger. "Can I leave, please?" She asked, folding her hands in front of her. "Your smell doesn't make sense. I can smell a pack on you. But you're not bonded." She knew suddenly that these people were werewolves and her eyes widened and she was glad that some people entered the tunnel and began to walk past them. "How can you have been branded by a pack, a dragon and an incubus at the same time?" Another one of the men said darkly, growling slightly when she glared at him. "I got that tattoo when I was in Japan this spring. And I have no idea what the hell you mean by claimed or bonded, but you guys are obviously on some serious shit. Leave me alone." Anya threw at them in a low hiss before pushing completely away from the first man , grabbing her phone away from the other, and rushing down the tunnel. She knew they were still following her, but she didn't stop moving. Once she was out on the streets, she looked around her and saw a taxi waiting nearby. Walking over quickly, she was in and the door was closed before any of them could get close. Rattling off an address to the taxi driver, she peered carefully out of her window and saw them looking around for her, then ducked back down so they didn't spot her in the cab. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing in front of the tall building of her lawyer's office and was trying to decide whether or not to ring for the elevator. Biting her lip, still nervous about what had just happened in the subway, she pushed the button to call the elevator and waited for it to arrive. Mr. Bricker would know if there were other non-humans in the area, and maybe he could get this particular crew from bothering her. What if she had been with her children? The whole idea was terrifying. When the elevator arrived, she took it up to the fourth floor where his office was and walked through the office door before she remembered that it was Saturday and he didn't have office hours on the weekends. But the door had opened? Walking further inside, she didn't see his secretary sitting at her desk and so she moved further into the room and over to the lawyer's closed door. Anya bit her lip as she put her hand softly on the knob. Was she really going to just burst in on her lawyer, a sex demon? Who knew what he was doing in his office on the weekend. He could be balls deep in his next piece of ass. But there had been werewolves in the subway, and she had been harassed by them. Taking in a deep breath, she turned the knob and shoved the door wide open and she stepped inside, her green eyes seeing Mr. Bricker stand in surprise at his desk, and the man who was sitting across from him stood as well. Anya didn't even bother focusing on the dark eyes of her tall, handsome lawyer, she focused solely on the brown eyes and worried face of the man closer to her. "Marc, what the FUCK are you doing here?" Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 25 Anyone who has spent time around a television set has seen the show where the little boy gets left home all by himself when his family left to go to Paris for Christmas and forget him in the attic. What most people remember is the look on the little boy's face, his wide brown eyes, the way his mouth dropped open in complete shock, and then the eventual scream that he let loose when he thought that his prayers not to have a family had been answered. Well, that was the look on Marc Caffey's face when Anya had pushed open the door to her lawyer's office, and she half expected him to raise his hands to his cheeks and scream just as the little boy had done, but instead, he he took a step towards her and raised a hand to try to touch her arm. She shrank away and took a step to her right. "You have got to be fucking with me." She shook her head, tears had filled her eyes, accusations sparking in the green depths as she looked from the man she had started to fall hard for, and the incubus that was watching her reaction solemn-faced. "Anya, let me explain." Marc's deep voice echoed his worry and she shook her head at him when he tried to touch her again. "You were put on the plane to-to meet me." Her voice broke as she spoke, and she ignored the tear that slowly made its way down her cheek. "Anya." That was Mr. Bricker, he was now moving around the desk to approach her. "No, no, I want the truth. Did you get seated by me on purpose? Were you there to meet me?" Anya held up a staying hand at her lawyer. "Anya," Marc tried again, she was angry, miserably so, and he sighed, "Yes, I was sitting by you on purpose." "Why?" "Does it matter, Anya? The two of you are getting along fine, what does it matter how you met?" Ned asked gently, she was shaking and she coughed out an irritated noise. "Does it matter? Are you kidding me? Why did you-I had sex-are you spying on me? Why, Marc? Why did you put yourself in my life?" Anya knew her voice was raising as she swept her hands out around her, her questions directed at the man she'd fed a cannoli to just a few hours ago. God damn them all, how could they do this to her? "Anya, Mr. Hughes felt that you might need-." "Mr. Hughes felt. Well, thank GOD for fucking Mr. Hughes and his feelings! Who said I wanted any help from any of you when I left Vorhees? I didn't go there to change my entire life. I didn't go there to lose so much weight I struggle to gain any, I didn't go there to have my future decided for me, I went there to get fucked, properly fucked, do you remember that, Mr. Bricker? Do you remember ANYthing that I said?" She had turned to the incubus and wasn't surprised when his skin turned a little deeper pink. "You said you were lonely." He said darkly, concentrating on his breathing, she was making him heated and it was causing his non-human form to want to come out. "I didn't say I wanted to have a bunch of men decide who I dated, who I fell for, and who I made love to. Mr. Hughes had no right to try to instigate a relationship between me and ANYONE." Her tears were still falling and she felt Marc move close and he wrapped her in his arms. "Anya, the way I feel for you is real, this isn't a job for me. I want to be with you." "The fact that you have to say that makes this whole thing sleezy, Marc. No, no, I can't do this. He can't decide my life this way." She pushed at his chest and looked up at his face as he took a step back, he was frowning, sad, desperate for her not to push him too far away. "Anya, I was only to approach you and see what happened, I wasn't asked to do anything else. Shi is my cousin, and her boss knew I lived in this area. He suggested that we meet, he said that you might be the type of person that I was attracted to. That was it. I wasn't told to do anything. He just thought a spontaneous meeting would be best for you." Marc tried to explain, her eyes had dropped to the desk, she couldn't look at any of them right now, her breasts were rising fast as she breathed, her mouth slightly open as she tried to figure this out for herself. "Did he suggest that you tie me up when you fucked me?" Her question surprised him and he looked from her to the lawyer and then back at her face before he answered. "He said that you liked to be bound a little, yes, but-." Marc stopped talking when she sat down on the chair that faced the lawyer's desk. "And you're here to what? What was your meeting with Mr. Bricker about?" "Anya." Ned frowned at her. "I want the truth, damn it. I deserve that much." "I meet with Mr. Bricker every week, to let him know how you're doing." "At the suggestion of Mr. Hughes." She sighed, staring at her knees. "Anya." Marc nodded, knowing she didn't see it, but she had already known the answer. She hadn't asked a question. "I want you to leave. I don't want to see you again." Her words were whisper soft and she was shaking hard, her hands fisted in her lap and she looked defeated. "Anya," Marc took a step towards her, "Anya, no. I love you." Anya bit her lip and closed her eyes at his words, damn damn damn you, Mr. Hughes. Looking up at him with watery eyes she shook her head, "If you loved me, you should have told me that very first day, in Central Square, you should have told me that we didn't meet by accident. You should have given me a choice." "Anya, you have every right to be upset. But please, I don't want to lose you." "I'm sort of feeling like you never actually had me right now, Marc. I need you to go." Anya was growing frustrated, she was tired of being toyed with, she needed time, space, she needed to figure out what she wanted, and falling head first into a relationship with this man had backfired spectacularly. "Anya-." Marc was going to move over to her chair when he saw the lawyer stand straighter, his chin moving side to side slowly, letting him know that when it came down to it, the lawyer would side with the woman. "Goodbye, Marc." "Anya, please, this can't be goodbye. I'll go," The lawyer had snarled, "I'll go, but please, call me. Don't leave." Anya looked back down at her lap and shivered as she felt him finally walk through the door and close it behind him. She closed her eyes, concentrated on her breathing, tried to calm the sobs that had torn from her throat the past few minutes. "That was cruel, Anya. He is sincere. He comes here because he knows that I will just come to him if he doesn't. He does not like to inform on your condition." Ned sat down on the chair beside hers and leaned forward to force her chair to face him. "I am not some doll that you all can play with like this. I can't BE that person for you, or Mr. Hughes. I won't be set up, I won't be in a relationship like this. I have a right to choose." Anya looked at her lawyer, her eyes pleading with him to understand. "You're really going to end things with him, then? You're going to walk away from a good man, a human, by the way, despite how he made you feel?" Ned shook his head at her, humans and their free will was never something he would understand. "I will not let him decide my life." She said simply as she stood up and moved herself into his lap, comforted by the heat of his body as he wrapped her tightly into his arms and sat back, her head tucked up under his chin. "Arc?" "I didn't want to leave him, Mr. Bricker. He made me. He made me leave." Her sobs broke through her resolve to stop crying and she pushed her face into his shoulder. "Are we talking about Marc, or the angel?" "We are talking about that tattooed asshole that told me to forget him and made me get on a plane." She shifted slightly to raise her eyes to his. "So you're punishing him, as well as Marc, for trying to tell you what to do?" Ned stood up and put her back down in her chair. "No, that's not what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to find my own way, Mr. Bricker. I want to decide who I love. I don't want it handed to me on a soccer playing, hot, muscled plate." She frowned as he rounded his desk. "You are very difficult, Anya." "Mr. Bricker, did someone tell your wife to date you? Was she told to get close, see what happens, and then report back on whatever you tell her?" Anya wanted him to understand. Ned frowned, shaking his head, "Brigitte and I have been together for an incredibly long time, Anya. No one would have expected the two of us to even find each other, let alone marry." "Well, it's obvious that Mr. Hughes thinks he has the right to set me up and influence my life. He didn't want to be a part of it, but for some reason, he thinks it's his right to tell someone to meet me and SEE HOW THINGS GO." "You're being a little melodramatic." "Because this feels like a freaking melodrama. It's not fair of him to do that. He can't tell me that I can't be with one person, and then push me towards another. That's not okay." "Can't be with someone? Him?" Ned sat behind his desk and folded his arms in front of his body. "Yes, him. And Samir, and the satyrs, oh, and the werewolves, he was hell bent on making sure that Sergei broke contact with me. He practically screamed at him to release me." She muttered, talking about the wolves reminded her of why she had come here. "Sergei claimed you, didn't he?" "Yes. He bit me on my ass." Anya nodded. "After he bit you, did you feel an intense connection with him and the others of his pack?" Anya frowned, "Yes. For a while." "For a while?" "Well, when I returned to the spa, it was less, I could only feel them in the background, like a slight fog, but then when Mr. Hughes threatened to do something to me, Sergei lifted it completely and after that, they were just men I'd fucked. That seems weird, I feel like I know them, but it's not intense, no." "Anya, I think Alexandru is right about you." "Right about me? In what way." "In the way that says you're not human." Anya chuckled, shaking her head as she stood up and walked over to his window, "I'm totally human." "Oh, come now, you know you're not. You birthed a dragon egg. That would have killed a human. You upset everything at Vorhees. Even Mr. Hughes was affected by you, he has never touched one of the clients before. Or since. Just you." "Maybe he just liked my eyes." Ned frowned, a smile threatening to spread at the tips of his mouth, "I was frantic to claim you, I had a huge fight with my wife about wanting to fuck you again. She disappeared for two weeks afterwards, she was so upset. She wouldn't be very happy that you're here now." "I am not fucking you again, Mr. Bricker." She told him firmly. "The gargoyles went sex mad." "Not my fault I'm a good lay." He chuckled at her muttered words. "The satyrs almost killed several of their flock in order to be the ones that fucked you." "Mr. Hughes said they always fight like that." Mr. Bricker chuckled, "Not like that, Anya." "Sergei's pack went to Vorhees to beg for Mr. Hughes to send you home, and then did it again when they were there about the gargoyles." "So?" "Wei took his eggs and left Vorhees and went home to China. No one has heard from the dragons since." "I am sure that they are just being protective, it's been a long time since they've had babies." She shrugged her shoulders as she felt him stand up and walk towards her. They stood side by side looking out the window. "Samir, Piltrum and Bellator seem to be handling it okay." she told him, "And Alexandru." "Alexandru's been high on your blood for weeks. He almost drained you, Anya." "But the others..." "Are all of the light. They can dull how you make them feel. It's harder for those of us in darkness." He put a hand under her chin and slowly turned her face towards him. "Why?" She whispered. "Because you, Anya, are a siren of the light. And your kind are all supposed to be long dead." He told her softly and she furrowed her brow and frowned at him. "Siren? Aren't those the naked chicks that sit on rocks by the shore and sing to men and make them wreck their boats and die? That doesn't seem to be very 'light' oriented." She shook her head, not willing to believe she wasn't normal. "Those are sirens of the dark, Anya, they're still in existence. Light sirens weren't cursed and turned by the gods. But they were very powerful. They could make anyone fall in love with them, do anything for them. They could manipulate darkness, or bring out jealousy and need in the light. When the dragons realized that they could birth eggs, after there was a sickness and then a war between the two sides, the light sirens were being captured and used to breed. The other side found out about it and the eggs were destroyed, the dragons were slain, and the sirens...the sirens were to be killed, too. They were too dangerous for the rest of us." "That's pretty shitty." Anya shivered, "It wasn't their fault." "No," Ned agreed, "It wasn't. But when the call went out for their extinction, the angels answered and they were rounded up and slaughtered. It was brutal, Anya. I do not know how you came about. All we can figure is that your great grandmother must have been a siren, and she had somehow been able to hide her identity. Which was apparently passed down through the generations." Anya frowned and looked at him closely, "My children could have this?" "It's not a disease, Anya, it's who you are. A light siren. And yes, your children do have this. But they're all like you, they can hide it. None of you would have ever been discovered if I hadn't fucked you and then sent you to Vorhees." "Am I in danger now? Will the angels-wait. Angels?" He nodded, "Anya, it's why he is on earth. He was there at the slaughter, he was involved, it broke him. He fell." "Fell." She thought about it, "Fallen angel? Like that's a real thing?" "Yes, Anya. He wasn't sent to Hell, he was left on earth, to live among the people. It's not okay to disagree with one's god, Anya." "Does he know what I am?" She asked, a shiver working through her body as she tried to understand all of this. "No. Alexandru doesn't feel like it would do him any good. He has a lot of guilt in him, Anya. If he ever finds out, it might make him worse." "Worse than what?" "You saw his sex room, right? He's got his own inner demons, Anya." "But wouldn't knowing that he hadn't killed them all, wouldn't that make him better?" "Did fucking you make him want to change his life?" She shook her head, "No. No, it didn't." "You should call Caffey." He said in a quiet voice and she glared at him. "You should shut up." Anya turned around and picked up the Rolodex from the edge of his desk and chucked it across the room. It his the wall just beneath a painting of a mountain scene and exploded in a terrific flurry of little white paper cards. "Melodrama." He muttered as he walked over to start picking up the cards. Anya gave him a funny look and finally went over as well, picking up cards and trying to put this front forward as she collected them. "Why did you come here, Anya? Today, I mean." He asked as he started putting the Rolodex back together. "Don't people just put the numbers they want to remember in their phones these days?" She muttered as she tried to sort through the cards. "My kind used to rape the unwilling, you are trying my patience." "I'm not unconscious, don't try to scare me." "Seriously, Anya." "I was being followed by a pack of wolves." "A pack?" "Well, I don't know, I think there were four of them? But I was told packs are usually larger." "Yes, but they don't always travel together in their full number, it's not very inconspicuous. What happened?" She picked up a card, Grigory Volkov, and frowned, though she didn't stay on it, but placed it in the back of her pile as she continued putting the cards face forward. Her body felt instantly warm as she let herself think of her wolf pack. Would it be her Grigory? She bit her lip and handed the lawyer the cards she had sorted, keeping the rest to continue to sort as he started putting them in the deck. "They kept asking me who I was. I guess they could smell Sergei's pack on me, but they seemed really confused. They didn't understand this," she ran a fingertip over the metal in her ear, "and they pulled my pants down to see the bite mark Sergei gave me, and saw the tattoo Wei put on me." "I heard he tattooed you. I've never heard of dragons branding anyone. I guess you inspired him." "Yeah, and now my lower back is covered in a fucking dragon, Mr. Bricker." She glared at him before handing him some more cards, the one with Grigory's name and number on it, she slipped into the hem of her leggings. "Did he say Sergei's name?" She shook her head, "No, I don't think he recognized the smell, he just knew it was wolf. He couldn't understand how I was claimed by more than one non-human. I take it that's not normal." Ned grinned and shook his head, "No, it's not. Being bonded to a pack of werewolves, it's an intense thing, Anya. You shouldn't have been able to return to Vorhees and keep fucking others. It's why Mr. Hughes has rules about biting." "But yet I fucked a centaur before they'd broken the bond." "Light siren. You get to choose who you bond with. It can't be forced." "So why would you even think I could be with Marc after I found out he'd been served up to me?" "That wasn't my idea. That was Mr. Hughes. And again, he doesn't know what you are." "What would they have done to me if I hadn't been able to get away from them?" "It seems like they were trying to understand who you were bonded to Anya, which is typical of wolves, you're in their territory and you smell like a pack that doesn't belong there. The fact that you aren't bonded to Sergei's pack made them curious. They might have eventually let you go, but it's more like that they would have tried to mate with you themselves. Werewolves are a bit barbaric when they're exerting territorial dominance." "You said if I ever came across another incubus, that he would leave be alone because of my earring." "Some of us are civilized, Anya." He broke out in a wide grin and Anya shook her head at him. "So I'm in danger around other packs?" "I'll reach out to the four packs that are in the Boston area and give them a head's up to leave you alone. You won't need to be afraid, Anya." "Do you think it will work, me being a 'light siren' and all?" Anya rolled her eyes. "Anya, it's a serious thing, who you are, you may not be aware of what it can cause, but you must always try to be in control of it." "So what is it I do, I'm a pretty good dragon baby maker and I make the rest of the darkness start raving mad or-?" "You insight devotion, Anya. I am sure you've seen that in play while you were at Vorhees. You inspire lust, you're kind of like a muse, I suppose, you make things more intense. Non-humans will always gravitate towards you now that your powers have been exposed a bit. Which is probably what made the pack you met today so desperate to understand you." "Fabulous." "Will you keep in touch with me periodically, Anya. I won't report it back to Mr. Hughes, but I would like to hear from you anyway. Just to be sure you're okay." "You're still my lawyer, Mr. Bricker, at least for now." Anya shrugged her shoulders, there were plenty of changes that she needed to make in her life, maybe this would eventually be one of them. "And you really want Marc to stay away?" Anya closed her eyes for a moment, yup, the betrayed feeling was still there, "Yes." "Fine." "I'll see myself out, Mr. Bricker." Anya stood up and watched as her lawyer stood, as well. "Are you angry with me for sending you to Vorhees?" He asked quietly when she was near the door. Anya stopped walking and thought about it for a while before shaking her head, "No, Mr. Bricker, I'm not angry with you at all. I'm glad I went to Vorhees. I know who I am now, what I am...and I definitely know what I want." Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 25 Before he could ask her what that was, Anya opened his door and walked out of his office. In the elevator, she leaned against the far wall and put her face in her hands and cried for just a moment before wiping her face and adjusting her outfit as the doors opened to the ground floor. She walked out of the elevator and through the empty lobby and out the front door. She had just turned to the right when someone moved themselves off of a tree that they had been leaning on and she stopped walking. Damn it. "Don't run. I'm alone." The woman from the subway walked over to her and stopped a few feet in front of Anya. "You guys don't run alone." Anya muttered as she looked around them. "I am alone. I didn't want them to know that I could still track you. My name's Taylor." "I'm Anya." "Sergei claimed you, didn't he?" The woman's question made Anya frown and she started walking again as the girl fell into step at her side. "I don't want to talk about this." Anya said to her as she looked ahead, they were a few blocks from the T station. "I used to be a part of his pack. It was bigger back then. There were more males and females. I was one of the two females." Taylor kept talking. "And he bit a human, I've heard the story." "He lost it when they aborted her babies, it tore the pack apart. Most of us left. It was too painful. I came here to Boston and joined a new pack." "You weren't bonded to the pack?" "My bite mark was to another wolf, he wasn't with us today, but he's a part of the pack I am in now. Allegiances can change, but a claim is forever, Anya." Taylor frowned at her, the question she didn't ask written all over her face. "Well, he broke his bond with me." Anya shrugged her shoulders as she stopped under an awning of a vacant store front. Taylor chuckled in her throat like she remembered her wolves doing, "You can't just break a bond with the wolf who claimed you, Anya. Even a human girl can't do that." "What happened to the other one he bit?" "She returned to Vorhees. The man who runs it, he did something to her, sprayed her with something that made her forget everything. She couldn't even remember who she was. It was pretty terrible. She was returned to her town and the doctors said she had amnesia. She's with her family, but she doesn't remember them." "He threatened to do that to me, so Sergei broke the bond, at least that's what it felt like to me." "It doesn't work like that, but I can't explain it, but I can tell you're not bonded to him. It's really strange." Taylor tilted her head at Anya and looked at her, eyes searching for anything that would tell her who Anya might really be. "Does Sergei know you live around here?" Taylor asked when Anya didn't say anything. Anya shook her head, "No, he doesn't. And please don't tell him. It's best he doesn't know." Taylor nodded slowly. "Can I go now, or is there something else you want to know?" Anya asked. Taylor smiled gently, "Ok, Anya. I'll make sure my pack leaves you alone." "Thank you, Taylor." Anya nodded at the girl before she walked away and went down the stairs to the subway station that would get her back to her car. The next Saturday, Anya drove with her kids over to her aunt's house and knocked on the door. She'd worked her regular three, twelve hour shifts this week and didn't feel as exhausted any more. Marc had texted her a few times, but she hadn't answered. She wasn't ready to talk to him, and she wasn't sure that things could ever be the same between them even if she gave him another chance. She needed complete separation from Vorhees. He was related to Shi. That alone would give Mr. Hughes access to her, access she desperately wanted to end. When she'd gone home from the lawyer's office, she'd found a shipping box and wrapped up the large dildo that Mr. Hughes had had put in her suitcase and had written an angry letter to him. "Mr. Hughes, You are an enormous prick. I know you don't actually have one, but that is apparently not stopping you from being an enormous prick. I am sending you one you gave me so I can help right that situation somewhat. You told me to forget about you, so let me. Don't interfere in my life again. Don't try to set me up with someone you can use to keep an eye on me through. Just don't. Go take this enormous prick and FUCK OFF with it. Sincerely, Anya." She'd sent it out in the mail the very next morning. She almost wished she could be a fly on the wall when he opened it up and read her note. Anya was not going to be handled by the angel, not anymore. She'd done her time. She'd paid for it. Marc had made her feel good, sexy, desired, and he was a human. She'd seen a future with him, but knowing how it had started, she just couldn't get past that. Her life would go on, but she would need to take steps to make her life the way she wanted it to be, and not how the angel thought it should be. If she was being honest with herself, and Anya found that she was often blatantly honest with herself these days, it wasn't Marc that was making her wake up in a flushed heat at night these days. Her thoughts were filled with memories of another time all together. "Anya, come in. Mom's just filling the dishwasher." Lindie opened the door and helped usher her kids into the large house. "Cool. Hey, can I borrow that weird brain of yours, and your computer?" Anya asked as she put Dina down in a playpen that they kept in their front room for her visits, the little girl had fallen asleep in the car. "Sure, what's up?" "I want to look someone up." "Uh, did you try Google?" Lindie chuckled as she swung Oscar onto the couch and he giggled and plopped down. "Yes, dummy. Google gave me nothing." Anya handed Oscar a book. "Mama, I am gonna take Sammy to Auntie Gerts." Penny told her softly and Anya nodded. "No sugar, Penny, it's not even lunch time yet." "Yes, Mama." Penny said and grabbed her brother's arm and the two took off towards the kitchen. "So you're wanting to use my mad-genius hacking skills?" Lindie put an arm around her cousin and the two of them went up to her bedroom and Lindie shut them inside. The high school senior was something of a prodigy when it came to technology, and Anya knew she'd gotten into a few situations at school over it. "Your mother would kill me, but yes, I do." "Ok, are we checking out the dude that you've been seeing lately?" Anya frowned and shook her head, "Marc? No. We broke up." "Oh, really? What happened? Mom said he was hot." "It just happens, Lindie. Not every hot guy is the right hot guy." "No shit, Anya. Ok, so what hot guy are we looking up?" "His name is Grigory Volkov. I have a number." Anya put the slip of paper she'd stolen from the incubus on the desk top where Lindie sat down in front of her laptop. "Hmmm..." Lindie started typing away at the computer in front of her. "Well, he's totally Russian. GriGORY, and Volkov means wolf. That's kind of sexy, I suppose." Anya felt a shiver work up her spine, it totally fit, of course. This had to be HER Grigory. She watched as Lindie typed in more. "It's a Minnesota area code. Cell number. Let me see what I can get by searching through some of the, oh, Duluth area, I bet it gets cold there. Give me like twenty minutes and I should have more for you." Lindie said without looking at her cousin and Anya nodded a thank you before backing out and going back downstairs. She'd give her aunt a very short story about her breakup with Marc and they were sitting drinking lemonade when Lindie came downstairs a short while later. She handed Anya a folded up piece of paper and Anya took it and put it in her pocket. The kids would be out of school soon for the summer, and they were talking about what their plans were for the time off. Lindie usually watched Anya's kids in the summer when she wasn't on vacation, but Anya wasn't sure the teen would be able to this year, she had some sort of summer trip planned to Europe with her high school class. Later on, she was sitting on the back porch by herself. Lindie had left to go to her guitar lesson and Greta was in the yard with her oldest two. Unfolding the paper that Lindie had given her, she saw the girl's chicken scratch handwriting. She'd rewritten Grigory's name and number, and had added an address and a birthday. It listed him as 41 years old, but she knew he was much much older. He was employed as a foreman for a civil engineering firm in Duluth. He was single, he voted democratic ticket, he gave money every year to charity. Lindie had only been able to find his driver's license picture and the sight of those blue eyes, that intensely masculine gaze, it made something boil in the pit of Anya's stomach, and she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop the whimper that came over her. Anya bit her lip. She knew what she wanted now. It was just a matter of making it happen the right way. The pack was in Duluth. Looking into the yard at her aunt, who she knew was very close to her children, Anya thought about what she wanted to do, and how that was going to affect the people around her. Could she really change her life this drastically? Would it work? Her pussy was tingling at the mere thought of it, of course she could, she just had to try. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 26 Her next visit to her lawyer went very differently than the previous one, and Anya felt like the incubus finally understood why she was having such a hard time with the life she had started upon leaving the spa. Anya had felt entirely different about everything after seeing Grigory's picture and knowing where the pack was located. She wanted him, the wanted them. The bond might have been pulled from her, and it was obvious that despite the fact that he had claimed her, she was still able to desire others outside the pack, but Anya still felt a terrible loss of the connection and wanted it back. She wanted the pack back. But she had absolutely no desire to have Mr. Hughes involved in her getting to them. She had been very clear with Mr. Bricker that he was to keep confidential all of the things that she was setting into motion. It wasn't as easy as selling her house and quitting her job. It couldn't be. Taking time off and flying out to Minnesota wouldn't work either, she wanted them to understand just how 'all in' that she really was. If she was going to reclaim her mates, she was going to do it fully. But she couldn't not yet. She had to be at her house in Somerville until September. She couldn't leave it until October at the earliest. So she spoke with Mr. Bricker about what she wanted him to help her with and about keeping it quiet from anyone who might ask. He would find her a buyer for her house quietly, she didn't want it listed on the market, she didn't want Mr. Hughes knowing she was moving, she was certain he knew her address. She'd been surprised that he hadn't shown up upon receiving the package she had sent him, but he had as of yet, not responded to it. He would also find her a large house in a remote area within 30 minutes of Duluth, preferably towards the forests to the northwest, she had stressed to him. Mr. Bricker had seemed to think that doing so would be pretty simple. Even if he'd only be able to find a large parcel of land, he could get a large house built on the property in three to four months. He apparently knew people who could get a good job done in that time. She didn't want to know how. "Your job?" He had asked her and she had nodded slowly. "There are hospitals in Duluth, Mr. Bricker. I am sure they have children who need care." She had told him. She had four years experience working at the best children's hospital there was, finding a job in Duluth would be the easiest part of her move. "Your son who is blind. Are there services there for him?" He asked, and she'd raised her eyebrows, she'd never told him that Sam was blind. Marc probably had. "I am sure that there are also blind people in Duluth that need services. Sam will be fine." She had said softly, certain things, like what Sam needed, she would handle herself. She had left his office feeling freer than she'd felt in weeks. As she'd continued her work schedule each week after, and had started to do more summer activities with her children, Anya had felt herself relax, and accept herself as she was. Her husband was gone, Luke had really died. She'd been through an intense ordeal in Canada that had served to teach her so much about herself. She could still be loved, she could still love, desperately love. She had loved there, she had loved all of the men that she'd been with, in different, intensely devoted ways, but she had ached for the pack. She'd known it then and she was wrapped tightly within it now. The rest of June passed in a blur of activity and work. During July, she had received emails from Mr. Bricker weekly about the progress of the house he was having built on a large 83 acre forested land parcel that he'd purchased on her behalf north of Twig, Minnesota, about 25 minutes from Duluth. She had given him access to the inheritance that her husband had been left by his aunt, but he had yet to empty the account of the funds necessary to pay for the land. He told her to expect it, though, so she wasn't too worried. The house was an extra cost, and she would have to finance it somehow. She still had the insurance money she'd received from when Luke had died, but she didn't want to bury it all in the house. Anya knew that Mr. Bricker would work with her, however, they had started a friendship of sorts, at least concerning her leaving New England as quietly as she could. In August, she'd taken her four kids and Lindie and had traveled to Florida for a week for vacation. They'd rented a house by the beach in Tampa and had enjoyed a quiet, restful vacation together. Upon returning, school had begun for her oldest two, and Oscar and Dina continued on at daycare. Anya had already begun slow communication with the Hermantown School District about Sam's needs as a blind child, and she'd checked into day care opportunities for Dina and Oscar. She'd sent out a few resumes, stating she wouldn't be available until October 15th, and had already gotten a few replies for phone interviews. By the beginning of September, she had a position waiting for her at St. Luke's Hospital in Duluth. The house was coming together, Mr. Bricker had emailed her pictures of the rooms, of which there were a ton. The house was enormous, and he called it a 'European design' of some sort. It had eight bedrooms. There was a basement that opened to the backyard, which he's had only a half acre landscaped, the rest had remained wooded. There were two bedrooms in the basement, a mechanical room, a storage room, and four others, including a wine cellar and a recreation room. The main floor of the house boasted a garage with an insane amount of space for her one mini-van, a formal living and dining room, a family room, a playroom, and a top of the time kitchen. The upstairs had six other bedrooms including a massive master suite, and there were a total of seven bathrooms in the home. She had argued over the size, she'd never be able to furnish the damn thing even if she could pay for it. Mr. Bricker had reminded her that being with the pack would require that much space, that Sergei would be more than happy to help her get what she needed once she was there and had contacted him. She had argued her independence, and he'd chuckled about it, once she was bonded fully to the pack, there would be no hers vs. theirs. She'd just frowned at him and told him to bite her. On Saturday, September 12th, Anya was sitting on her bed watching a cartoon with Oscar when she heard a knock at her front door. Switching the television off, she patted Oscar's brunette locks and stood up from the bed. She was wearing yellow yoga pants and a long white T-shirt with a cat on it and her feet were bare. As she padded to the front door, she pulled her long hair back from her face and tugged it through a scrunchee a few times. Pulling open the door, she let her green eyes fall onto the Asian man that towered in the doorway for several moments, her mouth dropping a bit as she finally lowered them to look at the babies in his arms. "Wei." Anya breathed, her heart pounding painfully in her chest as she reached for the little girl who was wearing a pink dress and the most adorable little tights she'd ever seen. Wei released her immediately and watched as Anya cuddled the child close to her body, breathing in her sweet baby scent as she looked at the little boy that was still in his father's arms, sleeping. "May we come in?" Wei asked, looking past her through the door, and Anya caught a glimpse of the woman and two men who had apparently accompanied the new father to her home. "Oh, please. Yes. All of you, come in." Anya smiled and stepped back farther into her home, allowing Wei to enter, and his sister Shu right behind him. Shu immediately approached Anya and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl and kissed her cheek. When she finally looked up, Anya gasped, Shu was crying. "Anya, thank you so very much." She kissed Anya's other cheek and smiled at the little girl that Anya was holding. "They are gorgeous, Wei." Anya breathed as she stepped over towards Wei. Both babies had full heads of hair, and while they had their father's coloring, it was a lighter shade. "His eyes are green, like yours." Wei told her and Anya looked at the little sleepy boy, and she kissed his little head as he stretched in his father's arms. "We make good babies." She whispered and could feel the heat rise off of him. "Anya, we can not thank you enough." Zheng stepped towards her and she watched him look down at the baby in her arms with complete and utter devotion, and Anya knew that these two children would never want for anything. They would be safe with these four Asian dragons. And she also knew that she would always be a part of their lives, that was what Wei had promised her secretly that day at Vorhees. And she had whispered her address to him. "Mama?" She heard Sam's voice and turned around to see him standing in the doorway of the living room, his hand on the wall. "Sammy," Anya grinned, putting the baby girl in the arms of her uncle and she walked over to her oldest. How was she to explain that she'd given birth to a dragon egg, "We have some very special visitors, Sam. Let's go get your brother and sisters and then we can have everyone introduce themselves." She took his hand and motioned for the men and the woman in the living room to sit on the couches, and while they did so, she walked with Sam to the back of the house and gathered up the other three children before they all went back to the living room together. She could see Wei looking at her children with interest, and she knew they'd picked up the same scent on her children that she had given off at Vorhees. They knew what her children were, and she also knew they had no intention of exploiting it. "Wei," She pointed him out to her children, "That's the man holding the baby boy. Wei, these are my sons, Samuel and Oscar, and my daughters, Penelope and Dina." Her children gave him shy nods, except Sam who put his hand on her hip and the other he extended towards the man on the couch. "Wei, Sam has been blind since he was born. He would like to touch your face." Anya explained as she approached him, thankful when he gave the baby boy to Yu. He spread his knees so that he could move the boy between them, and he clutched Sam's hands in his and brought them to his face. "So you're the young man of the house." Wei smiled as the little boy ran his fingertips over his nose. "I am. My mommy hasn't talked about you." Sam said, as he continued his perusal. "I wasn't sure when Wei would come. Kids, this is Shu, his sister, and his brothers, Zheng and Yu." Anya watched Zheng motion Oscar over to shake the little boy's hand, which Oscar did with a giggle, while Penny stood near Shu, looking at the little baby girl in her arms. Dina was balancing herself on her feet near an armchair, and Yu, sitting on it, lifted her into his arms and started talking to her sweetly. "Whose babies are these?" Penny asked. "Actually," Anya looked down at Wei, "Wei is their daddy." "Where's their mommy?" Sam asked, Wei was holding his hand and had moved it to touch the head of the baby boy who had just opened his very green eyes. "I'm their mommy." Anya said and watched Penny widen her eyes, "You remember when we talked about babies coming from eggs?" Her older children nodded. "Well, I gave Wei a few eggs and he had a surrogate carry them for him." Wei nodded at her explanation, it would make the most sense to her children for now. "So are you going to be their mommy? Are they moving with us?" Sam asked, and she watched Wei's eyebrows raise slightly. Anya bit her lip, "We will know them their whole lives, Sam, but I think they will live in China. That's where Wei lives with the rest of his family." "Oh, so it's like Freddy from my class. His daddy lives in Portsmouth, and his mommy lives here" Penny said matter of factly, she could make sense of anything. "That's right, Penny, something like that." "The little girl here is named Mei, and her little brother, your little brother, is named Ju-long." Wei told the children as he rose from the couch and sat Sam down next to his older brother. "They are beautiful, Wei." Anya said again as she handed Mei to Shu and watched as the woman sat on the floor, Dina was crawling over and she was showing her the baby. She didn't even know she was crying until Wei moved a hand to her face to wipe her tears away. With a nod back at his brother, he took her hand and moved with her through to the back of her house and didn't stop until they were closed into her bedroom. Then he turned towards her, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her passionately. She whimpered and surrounded his neck with her arms and tugged him even closer. Their tongues dueled and she felt him grip her ass and pull her legs around his waist as he walked determined over to her big bed. When she felt her back press into the bedspread, Anya gasped and pushed her pussy against his swollen cock, encumbered by layers and layers of cloth from both of them. "Do you have lube? I am sure you are tight and I can't fuck your pussy until I've cum." He groaned, pulling off the white shirt she wore and then yanking his button-down shirt up and over his own head. Anya shook her head, tugging at the belt on his slacks, yanking it hard out of the loops before tossing it carelessly across the room. He growled low in his throat and she felt his body heat up as he stood up from the bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His hair was a little longer than it had been before, she noticed, but he still looked as sexy as she remembered him looking before. "Wait, wait, wait." Anya smiled at him as she jumped off of her bed and ran into her bathroom. Digging under her sink, she found a tube of stuff that she had forgotten about until just now. Luke had bought her a few toys before he'd died, and at the time, she'd been a little shy about using them. He'd bought lube, thank you Jesus, her pussy jumped, he bought lube. Taking it back out to her bedroom, she saw that Wei was now naked and her body instantly melted. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she dropped the lube on the ground and immediately encircled his thick cock in her hands. She opened her mouth wide and surrounded the head of his cock with her lips and felt him rock forth, sending more of his hot cock into her mouth. He shuddered around her and his hands clutched the hair on her head, one hand yanking the mass free of the scrunchee that she'd pulled it back in earlier. "Christ, Anya." He groaned as he moved in closer, bucking his hips and sending his cock into the back of her throat, past her uvula and down into her hot esophagus. His balls eventually hit her chin and she stared up at him, patiently waiting for him to clear out so she could take a desperate breath, only to have him buck back forward and send himself into her throat several more times in rapid succession. "I want to come in your ass, Anya, not your throat. Get on the bed, on your knees." He told her as he stepped back, his cock in hand as he bent and grabbed the tube of lube off the floor. Anya nodded, climbing onto her bed and getting in her hands and knees as he came on the bed behind her. "Have you fucked since you left the spa?" His question was dark as he put a hand on her ass cheek and Anya shuddered. "Yes. I dated a man for a few weeks. He only fucked my pussy though, Wei." "Who was he?" "A friend of Mr. Hughes, apparently." Anya muttered and felt him stiffen behind her. "Is that why you're not with him?" She felt the cold lube smear against her asshole and then he had a finger inside her. Anya whimpered and let her head dip down, "Pretty much, oh fuck." He had pushed a second inside and was starting to move them back and forth. "You are moving." He stated softly as he pushed a third finger of one hand inside her ass as he moved the other hand to her pussy and immediately shoved three fingers inside the wet fold. "Oh, oh, Wei." Anya barked out the sounds as he began to beat up into both of her holes. "I am, next month. To Minnesota. I sold this house and got a job there." "Why Minnesota?" He pushed a fourth finger into her ass and spread them slowly inside her, She was tight, her ass unused for months, and he knew it would feel amazing to fuck her this way. Anya felt half his palm bury itself in her ass while he removed the other hand from her pussy so he could reposition himself between her legs. He knew her pussy was ready for him, and he would take care of it, but he had to own her ass. His cock burned to fuck her hard. "Sergei." She groaned as he removed his hand from her asshole and he spread her ass cheeks with a hand on the side of each so he could see her lovely gape. Wei frowned, he should have suspected it, and didn't really disagree with her decision, but he still found himself disappointed that she wasn't trying to be with him. Moving his cock into place, he spread a little more lube on her ass and then pushed his cock head inside in one movement. It made her clench against him and she cried out. "You want to bond with the pack then." He said simply, sliding another few inches up inside, letting her grow accustomed to the large human cock he was going to fuck her with. "Yes, Wei, oh-," Anya whimpered, he bucked forward and he was suddenly clear inside of her ass, "I didn't think-I didn't think that this-, oh FUCK." Anya pushed her face into the pillow above her head when he reared back and thrust hard back forward, sending his cock over and over into her tight ass, his hands held her hip bones tightly, and she could feel the hard slam of their skin beating together. His cock was thick, aroused, and her pussy was screaming for him to come and play, but her ass was being spread wide, and he was pounding frantically inside. "You didn't think you would want to fuck a dragon again." He murmured in her ear as he bent over her back and put his hands on her shoulders. "I don't want to fuck a dragon again, but you, you are not-. Wei...." Anya grabbed at his hands on her shoulders as he rocked faster, higher, and she felt his cock tighten and his balls shift against her pussy and he shot his load of semen high up into her ass. "Anya, you do not belong to me." Wei said as he pulled out of her ass. "Dragons do not mate for life, it's probably one of the reasons that we teeter on extinction. I desire you, I like fucking you, I'm going to fuck you again in a minute, but I am not jealous at the thought of you fucking another being. That is not the life for you. Nor do I want to see you returning to a place like Vorhees and living the life that would give you. If you want to bond with the wolf pack, I will fully support you." "You will?" "Do they know you are going to them?" Wei pulled her over onto her back and pulled her legs apart and up so that she was bent in half, her pussy fully exposed to him. "No." Anya whimpered when she felt his cock push against her pussy lips. "So it is to be a surprise for them? Anya, the romantic." He chuckled as he pushed farther in. "There is nothing romantic about having a pack of wolves fuck you and bite you." She frowned at him as he gyrated his hips and the sensation it caused made her body shake and burn. "Who here is helping you do this? I just spoke with Mr. Hughes on the phone last week and he said nothing about you moving. He didn't seem incredibly happy with you though, something about a letter." "Mr. Bricker is helping me, and he's under orders not to say a word to Mr. Hughes. I want him out of my life." She put her hands on his shoulders, she needed to concentrate on what he was doing to her pussy, it was stretched wide, wider than it had been with Marc, and he was nearing the top. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 26 "Anya, can I put my hand over your mouth? I want to fuck you hard, and it may cause you some pain, and I don't want our families to hear you scream." "Do you promise?" Anya felt her eyes boil with desire and she grinned as he growled against her throat, his hand pressing hard against her mouth as he pulled back on his hips and then pumped hard against her body. It sent his cock full against her cervix, her pussy was stretched and wrapped tightly to him, her juice exploding from her fold, and she screamed in excited surrender as she was fucked hard, forced to take all of him, filled by his large cock, his heat, the muscles of his body wrapping her tightly to him as he moved her legs to rest over his shoulders. He beat up inside of her pussy for so long, Anya felt her body grow numb, and she was no longer screaming, just panting from the overwhelming passion that he had brought out in her. His hands clutched hers tightly against the sheets and his mouth found and met hers in awkward, carnal caresses. When he came the first time, he was voracious, bucking fervently before holding and spilling into her womb with his sterile fluid. He had rolled her to her side after, and ran his hands over the tattoo that he had given her. Wei had explained the meanings of the names that he had given their children. Mei meant 'gorgeous' which fit her beautiful little face, and they had apparently only sensed the smell of a dragon from the baby girl. Ju-long, however, was mixed, a puzzle to the Lotus family. They'd never heard of a dragon egg hatched without a full dragon inside. But, when Ju-long was born, he had smelled of a dragon, but also of her, a light siren. Anya hadn't even known that he had figured out what she was for sure, but he had had to have known. He wouldn't have tried to mate with her at Vorhees if he hadn't known. "Ju-long means 'powerful as a dragon,'" Wei was sucking on the skin of her throat and Anya shivered, the moisture she'd built up on her body from their fucking was starting to cool off a little. "And he is." "It will be interesting to watch them grow, Anya, and the fact that we are able to do that, I can't thank you. It's not enough." He said as he pulled her back to her back and moved between her legs. "Just let me see them from time to time. I will give you my email and phone before you go. And my address. I want to see them, Wei." He nodded as he pushed his cock back inside of her pussy. "Yes. But I'm afraid those visits will be slightly different than this one. I doubt I'll be able to get my cock anywhere near your delicious pussy once you've got four wolves panting after you." He chuckled as she gasped as he began a heavy rhythm into her. "Then maybe after you come again we will have to let your family know you'll all be staying the night. It's going to take at least that long for us to have our fill of each other. And I haven't had your mouth on my pussy, and I want you to eat me." Anya muttered against his lips, he was hot, his body burning as he fucked her wildly. "I remember eating you quite well, Anya, I remember having my tongue deep inside of you." He growled and Anya widened her eyes, suddenly remembering his whole dragon mouth connected around her crotch, his thick dragon tongue high up in her wet pussy, and it drove her into a powerful orgasm. "Oh, Jesus." She whimpered as her head dropped to the side and he bit her throat. "I only wish your room was bigger, it will take all of my control not to change." "No dragon, I am not fucking you like that." Anya growled and felt him chuckle against her, rolling them so she was sitting astride him for a moment. His hands moved to her hips and he pressed her up onto her knees so that he could thrust his cock up into her wet pussy. "Then I can do whatever I want to you, as long as I stay human?" He pulled her down and she cried out, her head dropping back as she felt his cock dig into the top of her pussy. "Yes." Anya whimpered. "Yes?" "Uh-huh." "No matter how hard?" He ground his hips into her, forcing her pussy to stretch painfully open. "Yes, Wei." "No matter where?" He raised her hips again, higher this time, disconnecting from her completely so he could pump his hips and thrust his cock deep into her ass. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck, yes, Wei." Anya was trying not to scream as she bent forward and put her hands on the dragon tattoo on his chest. "A part of you will always belong to me, Anya. Always." He groaned hoarsely, bucking up over and over in her ass, loving the feel of her pressing against the invasion, the way her body shook and gyrated over his cock. "Yes, baby." Anya locked eyes with him and watched him smile in satisfaction. "I may have to work out some agreement with the wolves....do you think they'd share?" He chuckled at the widening of her eyes and the way she shook her head. He pulled out of her ass and pulled her down on the bed, yanking her down until he was standing on the side and he pulled one of her legs off the bed and kept the other bent up to expose her pussy and ass. "I'm going to cum in every hole of your body tonight, Anya, and you're going to love it, aren't you?" He whispered against her body and bucked his hips and sent his cock back into her ass, his cum spraying up inside as he knelt over her shaking. "Yes, Wei. Please." Anya shivered, panting against the dragon as he leaned into her. They would have to shower quickly and go back out to the living room for a while before he got to do what he had told her he would do, but she didn't care. Anticipation was sexy as hell, and anticipating the extreme fuck that she was going to get from her dragon lover, well, it was enough to make her orgasm even though his half hard cock was already slipping out of her ass. "I could just eat them alive." Anya whispered later that night. She was lying naked on her big bed, Wei was laying behind her, and the two little babies were sleeping in front of her body, her hands moving over one and then the other, loving the feel of the heat that came from them. "I'd rather you didn't. They could be the very last of their kind." Wei muttered, kissing her shoulder as he wrapped his left arm around her and slid his fingers against her swollen clit. They'd gone out to the living room after a quick shower, and had found that his siblings had taken her children into the backyard to play. Shu had put the babies down for a nap in Dina's room and had kept Dina with her as she'd started to make everyone lunch. She'd looked up when she'd seen them and given Anya a knowing smile. Anya had blushed and gone outside to see how the others were doing as Wei had raised his eyebrow at his sister and gone to help her with the meal. They'd eaten in friendly conversation, and then the Lotus family had helped her begin to pack up her belongings for the eventual move. She was supposed to be out of the house in another week. Her shift the previous day had been her last one at Children's and she needed to get everything they owned in a moving van in three days. The dragons had proved to be very capable packers and they had made a big dent in her house. She'd let Shu make dinner, as well, and everyone had eventually settled down for the night. Shu was sleeping on the day bed in Dina's room, Penelope on an air mattress on the floor beside her. Zheng was sleeping on the pull-out couch in her living room with Oscar, who had demanded to sleep with him, and Yu was on Oscar's twin bed in the room he shared with Sam. "That makes me very sad, Wei." She frowned as she ran the pad of her finger across Ju-Long's wrinkled little foot. "It is true, Anya. I'm afraid that we are just prolonging the inevitable. But I won't regret having made them with you. I would never regret that." He pulled her underneath him and kissed her hungrily on the lips. "Good," Anya spread her legs and felt him slowly slide his cock inside of her wet pussy, "I would never want you to regret forcing me to push a rubber watermelon out of my vagina." She chuckled as he growled at her and began to gently buck in and out, not wanting to disturb the sleeping babies near them on the bed. Anya stuck her tongue out at him and he bent down and sucked it into his mouth, closing his lips over hers in slow, aching, sensual movements. They came together slowly, their bodies rubbing together, joining, clinging to one another as they came in whirling, crashing waves, and eventually, their energy finally waned and the fell asleep in each other's arms, their children blissfully unaware that their parents were so tightly entwined beside them. It was almost 3 am when Anya woke up and stretched slowly. Wei had moved the babies to sleep in the middle of the bed, and had put her on one side, and he was sleeping, his back to her, facing the window. Getting up, she went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Afterwards, she washed her hands and was making her way back to the bed when she saw that there was a light on somewhere outside her closed bedroom door. She frowned and grabbed her robe, a fleece one that was light blue and had little yellow ducks on it, and opened the door and moved into the hallway. The hallway light was off, but there was a light on in the kitchen, and she walked towards it, not wanting it to disturb the two people sleeping in the living room. Stepping into the kitchen, she realized it was the light over the oven and she yawned as she padded over to it slowly. Flipping the switch off as she rubbed her tired eyes with her hands and leaned against the counter for a moment. She really was exhausted. Anya was about to turn around and go back to bed when she felt a large body move in behind her and press her more firmly against the counter top. She dropped her hands to balance herself as she tilted her neck back against the mouth that moved to suck hard on the side of her throat. Large hands moved forward to knead desperately at her breasts, and she arched against them as they moved beneath the robe she'd worn into the room. Her breath came quicker and she felt her pussy wake up, more than happy to be filled again, and she cooed as one hand smoothed down over her stomach to push two fingers into her dripping cunt. "Anya." A guttural voice sounded behind her in a deep whisper and Anya shushed him, not wanting the people sleeping in the living room to hear them. "Fuck me here, Wei. Fuck me now." She whispered, her desire evident in her voice, and in the way she ground her ass back against the thick, hardened cock pressing against her ass. Her robe was torn from her body, and she shivered at the sudden chill, but then burned from the hot male body that moved close against her back. Her legs were parted, and she felt him bend his slightly to line his cock up with her pussy lips, and Anya cried out as quietly as she could as a thick, long shaft stroked high and fast into her pussy. He didn't stop, his hips began to move in a harsh, rapid rhythm and Anya came at the same moment she looked to her left and saw Wei enter the kitchen. Her eyes were glued to his in confusion, and she felt her whole body grow numb and cold at the same time the man behind her groaned loudly, his body hot, burning against her body from behind as his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her where she was. She knew that it was Yu that was fucking her so forcefully, she could see Zheng carrying a sleeping Oscar quickly out of sight towards his bedroom as her fingers dug deep into the tight male muscles of Yu's forearms. She heard him groan as he thrust into her aching cunt, his cock growing thicker, pushing her pussy walls wide to accept him. Anya felt tears fill her eyes as one of his hands slowly moved up her body to cover her mouth and hold her neck stretched back against his shoulder. He bucked hard and held tight inside of her, and shot his cum high into her weeping pussy. And that was when she realized that this particular load of cum that he'd given her would have been his first, and that it would have been filled with his semen. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 27 Anya was going to kill a dragon. She wasn't sure exactly how one killed a dragon, but she figured she would do whatever it was that all those heroes on television did that made a dragon die. She'd start with a sword, or some TNT, or possibly an M-80. If that didn't work, she'd find a Patriot missile and fly it straight into the damn thing's heart, or at least where his heart should have been. That mother FUCKER, she was furious. That sneaky mother FUCKER had just pumped her pussy full of his semen, and she knew she would get pregnant. She ALWAYS got pregnant. Fuck! Anya kept her green eyes focused only on Wei as he stood in the kitchen doorway, his whole body incredibly tense, burning hot, as he stared back at her. The second the cock inside of her slackened and slipped out of her shaking sheath, Anya felt the man behind her move away, quickly, not caring that she fell down to her bottom as he bolted straight for the back door of her house and yanked it open. He was out and Wei was hot on his tracks. She wasn't sure the oxygen she was breathing in was actually getting to her body, because everything felt numb and fuzzy as Zheng approached her and picked her carefully up off of the floor and carried her back into her bedroom, closing the door behind him as he moved her into the bathroom and put her down into the tub. As he turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature, Anya thought she heard a booming roar outside of her house and she began to shake. She wrapped her arms around her bent legs and pressed her face into her knees, she was crying, when had she started to cry? Biting her lip, she hiccuped and looked up at the quiet Asian man that was plugging the tub and stripping down to his boxer shorts before he got in the large tub behind her and pulled her up against his chest. Anya turned towards him and buried her face in his strong chest as he wrapped his arms around her. As the hot water rose, they laid there together quietly as he massaged her shoulders and arms gently. "Yu is young." "No he's not, he's like a million years older than me, and he did this on purpose." Anya shook her head, she wasn't stupid. "Anya, I am sorry." Zheng sighed, "The birth of the twins has affected us all, given us hope that we can survive through another generation. I would be lying if I told you that I didn't want to mate with you, as well." She stiffened a bit, but he wasn't trying to do anything but comfort her in the tub, and the hot water felt good against her shivering body. "Where did they go?" "They went somewhere where they could change into their true forms, and fight." "They're going to fight?" Anya gasped. "Did you not sense the anger coming from Wei when he saw Yu within your body?" "I thought dragons didn't mate for life?" "We don't, but Wei would never have shared you with either of us, he would have not wanted you to be put through birthing another dragon egg." "Why not? It's good for your species." Anya watched him pick up a washcloth and get it wet before spreading shower gel on it. "What we did to your kind in the past is unforgivable, Anya. We are responsible for the annihilation of your ancestors. All of them. We have no right to ask any more of you." He began to massage the soap into her skin and Anya closed her eyes, finally feeling herself calm down a little from what had just happened to her. She didn't even mind when he rubbed the cloth over and around her breasts, ass, and then she found herself opening her thighs so that he could clean the core of her. The eldest dragon was even kind enough to ignore the whimper that came from her slightly parted lips as he cleaned her lower body. When he had finished washing her, he moved her out of the tub and dried off her body. Anya was standing on her bare feet on her bath rug when she looked down and saw that her usually small, firm stomach was already starting to become rounded. Biting her lip, she put her hands on the mound and felt the warmth beneath her skin. "How long until the egg comes out?" She asked, she couldn't remember how long it took the last time. "Twelve to fourteen hours. You should rest." Zheng picked her up in his capable arms and carried her into her bedroom and laid her onto her side on her bed. The babies were still in the center. "Will Wei be mad at me?" She asked, frowning as the man picked up the two sleeping babies and cuddled them close to his chest. Zheng frowned and shook his head, "No, Anya. He is not angry with you. He is angry at his brother, and probably himself for thinking he is responsible for this happening." Anya frowned before she rolled over to face the window, her hands wrapping around her stomach as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After what seemed like hours, she was finally able to rest, but her dreams made her fretful and she kept feeling herself startled awake until eventually, a great heat wrapped slowly around her body and she was pulled into a strong embrace. Her breathing calmed and her body sunk into a deep, peaceful slumber. "This totally sucks." Anya panted late the next afternoon as she squatted in her bathroom, naked, her hands pressed against the large curve of her stomach. It wasn't as big as it had gotten the first time Wei had gotten her pregnant, for which she was thankful, but she knew that even birthing one dragon egg was going to be painful. "I am sorry, Anya." Yu's voice sounded quietly from the corner of the room. Shu had to stitch him up for over an hour early that morning. He and Wei had returned and Yu had definitely been the loser in the battle the two had had over what he'd done to her. "Shut up, Yu." Wei growled from behind Anya, her back was pressed to his chest and their hands were clutched together. "I fucking hate dragons." Anya whimpered as the pressure began to grow more painful. "Push, Anya." Wei whispered in her ear and felt her squeeze his hands hard. Shu was with the six children, they had gone to a nearby park to play for the afternoon. They had told her children that Anya wasn't feeling well. It was the truth, she felt fucking terrible. "Ah, ah, ah, oh fuck!" Anya panted, feeling the rough slide of the egg as it pushed her pussy neck farther out than it should ever go and the first bit of the egg became visible outside of her body. "Push, Anya." Wei ordered, moving his large hand to her stomach and pushing down hard, helping send the egg farther down her passage until she felt it tear out of her body and into the waiting hands of Zheng. "It's done, Anya. The egg is out." "Thank God." Anya sighed as she felt her body collapse against the man behind her. She watched as Yu moved closer to his oldest brother, anxious to see the egg, to see if it was all right. They had told her that there was always a chance the passage through her canal would put too much pressure on the embryo within and it wouldn't hatch. "The egg is fine, Anya." Zheng said, his eyes searching hers out as she leaned back against Wei, covered in perspiration. She nodded and closed her eyes as she sought to gain control of her breathing. Wei was dipping his hands into the goo that would help heal her from the birthing that she'd just gone through, but Anya put her fingers around his wrist to stop him from doing it yet. "How long before I can be bred again?" Anya's question made the three dragons look at her in confusion. "Anya, you are not going to do this again." Wei hissed, glaring at Yu who was still standing over Zheng, despite his desire to take the dragon egg containing his growing child. "I am doing this again. Once more. I need to give Zheng an egg. That is the very last time I will ever fuck a dragon." Anya explained to them. "No." Wei tensed, "You are done now." "I am, Wei, and because I am doing this, you will promise me that you will all go, and you won't fuck me again, and you will promise that when my daughters, Penny and Dina are grown, that you will not do this to them. They will not fuck a single damn dragon." She demanded, looking from Wei to Zheng, who had risen and handed the egg to their quiet brother. "I am not asking to mate with you, Anya." Zheng said softly, though Anya could tell that his eyes were already burning with a desire that the normally stoic leader of the dragons generally kept deeply hidden inside. "How long til we can fuck?" Anya sighed, feeling Wei squeeze her hips a little hard, not in any way happy with what she was suggesting. "You need two days of rest, Anya. You would never have the energy for another birthing so soon. Wei needs to care of you in the meantime, you must heal your body first." Zheng said before leaving the room. Yu would need to leave with the egg quickly, he would need to find a place where he could change and nest with it, otherwise it would not survive. Anya felt Wei smear the goo inside of her stretched hole and felt it instantly start to work to bring the tissue back together tightly, and correct the displacement of her insides as her body slowly moved back into her normal human shape. She knew he didn't agree with her decision to give Zheng a dragon egg, but Anya had thought long and hard about it as she'd sat, uncomfortable on her bed all day, Wei spending that time either fucking her ass or driving his cock down her throat. He may not have blamed her for what Yu had done to her in the kitchen, but he was angry, and his anger had come out in the forceful thrust of his hips as he speared her repeatedly with his cock. Yu was gone when she finally made her way into the front of the house, still a little shaky, and Anya sat at the dining room table to eat the food that Zheng had prepared for her. She ate with zeal, and finished thirds before finally feeling a little more like herself. Shu returned with the children, and they were fed and the evening was spent doing oddly normal things. Sam showed Wei how to play dominoes with him and Oscar and Penny sat on the couch with Anya and Shu, who each held a baby as they watched a cartoon movie. Zheng was in the room with them, as well, sitting on the floor and playing with Dina and her dolls. If anyone had told Anya that she would see the king of the dragons helping a little baby girl change a dolly into a swimsuit, she would have never believed them. The Lotus family had left the next day, after Zheng and Wei had ensured that Anya would accept their help in packing the remainder of her house. Movers had been hired for the day of, but they didn't want her being the one to have to pack all of her belongings up. She had relented, she actually hated to pack, and she had promised to wait until they returned to finish the job. Wei had also sat with her alone in the back yard at one point and told her that he'd gone to see her lawyer and paid for the land and home that she'd bought in Minnesota. He didn't want her worrying about finances, and apparently, it was very lucrative to live as long as the dragons had lived. They had more than plenty to give. She had accused him of buying dragon eggs, or trying to buy her NOT giving them another one, and he had simply frowned at her and shook his head. It was dusk the night before the movers were to arrive when the doorbell rang and Anya went to it, Dina in her arms and pulled it open to see Wei and Shu standing in the doorway. Shu came in right away and hugged her and snuggled Dina as the little girl squealed. Anya handed her daughter over to the small woman as her green eyes help dark brown, heated ones. "Where are your brothers? And the babies?" "Yu has taken them back to China. He must care for the egg, so it is not difficult to care for Mei and Ju-long as well. Zheng is waiting for us." Wei waved for her to come outside with him. "He is not coming here?" Anya stepped out of the door in her bare feet. She was wearing a gray shirt and a pale pink blouse with a three quarter length sleeve cardigan over it but had kicked off her shoes a while ago. "He is not coming here." Wei put an arm around her as he looked over her head to Shu, who nodded back and closed the front door, disappearing inside to watch Anya's children as he took her towards a black S.U.V. parked in her driveway. "Where are we going?" Anya asked when he opened the passenger door and helped her sit inside, he even buckled her seat belt for her. "Why is the existence of my kind so important to you, Anya?" He asked quietly as he pulled onto her street. "Um, I don't know. Maybe because I like you, or something. I know your family isn't happy about being alone." Anya shrugged her shoulders, she didn't really know what it was that made her want to help them. "I don't think I'm really much help though. Mei and Ju-long are sister and brother, and no matter what Yu's egg is, they're all still half siblings at least." "Do you know anything about apples?" Wei's question confused her and she looked at him confused. "They taste good in pies?" He chuckled, turning left onto a busy road, "In every apple seed is the dna to make every kind of apple. If you want to grow Jonathan apples, you don't do it from a Jonathan apple seed, you get a sapling from a Jonathan apple tree and plant that. Otherwise, you don't know what you're going to grow." "Okay..." Anya looked out in front of them, they were headed north. "Dragons are like that, Anya. The dragon that Mei is will be completely different than that of her brother, or Yu's child. In the human world you would consider them siblings or cousins, but in the dragon world, they are different. Your siren genes will be dominated by the dragon inside of them." "But you said Ju-long was a hybrid." "Yes, well....he is. But he is also a dragon, Anya. When they mature, they will be able to to have a full life, than can include children, if they choose. We will not force them to mate." "Thank God for that." Anya frowned at him, she didn't like thinking that the Lotus family would force her dragon babies to mate. "We lost many of our kind a very long time ago. The world is different now and would not be as forgiving of a large dragon population. We have no plans to repopulate the earth with dragons." He put a hand on her thigh and Anya wrapped her fingers around it. "Anya, open the glove box. There is a jar inside. I want you to take it out." Wei wasn't looking at her when he said it, his eyes were on the entrance to 93 that he was taking. "Okay." Anya looked at the jar, her eyes sparkling when she realized that he had a container of the goo that Mr. Hughes would use on her to help her stretch open. Biting her lip, she looked at the man at her side. "What do I need this for?" She felt her pussy start to do an erotic dance. "There's a container on the back seat. Get it and open it." He waited for her to do what he had requested and felt his cock harden when she gazed down at the double dildo toy that was inside the box. It had been custom made, two huge cocks on each side. "It'll take us about an hour to get to where we're meeting Zheng. I want you fucking those on the way up." His voice darkened as he spoke to her and Anya nodded, her body shaking as she reached down and put her hands under her skirt. "No, take it off. Panties, too." Anya's eyes widened, but she did as he said, thankful that her window was slightly tinted. When her lower body was bare, she opened up the container and smeared some goo onto her hand. Then, she lifted herself slightly and spread it on and into her pussy, it was already wet and ready to be fucked. Another dip into the container, and Anya pushed her fingers into her ass, whimpering at the feeling of the goo sliding in as her fingers pushed in and out several times. "Do you like to fuck yourself, Anya?" Wei asked, his cock was hard, her scent in the air was driving him crazy. "Oh, yes, Wei. I like to fuck myself." "Show me." Anya bit her lip and took out the double dildo and lifted herself up high over them, when both cock heads were positioned correctly at the entrance to her ass and pussy, Anya began to slowly lower herself onto them. They were thick, widening even after the curve at the bottom edge of the heads, and Anya whimpered as she felt each large cock slide high up inside of her body, the feeling of them sliding against each other made her cum hard, and she cried out beside the dragon on the car with her. "All the way, fill your cunt and ass." "They're so long, Wei." Anya whimpered, she still had a good four inches or so to sink, but her body was already throbbing from the way they filled her. "Now, Anya." One of his hands went to wrap around her throat and Anya groaned, pushing down onto the cocks, feeling them bottom out inside of her pulsing pussy and quaking ass. "Oh, oh, oh, it's so, FUCK, Wei." Anya wanted to pull them a little out, the feeling of them completely inside was overwhelming, but he squeezed her throat every time she tried to move up a little for relief. "Stay on them. I don't want you to move." He ordered and Anya dropped her head back on the seat behind her as she panted, the sizzle in her body pulling her pussy muscles tightly and making juice pour out of her and onto the seat beneath. Anya found that if she gyrated her hips a little, it didn't lessen the fullness, but it built up a great flood of desire that made he shake and grow hot as she stayed on the cocks. Wei had moved his hand down to pinch at her clit and the response in her was maddening. Eventually, they were on a gravel road in the woods in western Mass, and Anya couldn't see much of anything in the dark. Her body was a whirl of hot, desperate need and when Wei finally shut off the engine and looked over at her, she was breathing heavy, her eyes were glossy, and she wanted nothing more than to pull the cocks out of her body and shove Wei's hard, heavy manmeat deep inside of her. She didn't care where, as long as it was one of the holes he'd been toying with for the past hour. "Fuck me, Wei." She begged, pulling the sleeves of her cardigan down until she could take the garment off. Her fingers were making quick work of the buttons on her blouse when he grinned at her lopsided and opened the door on his side of the S.U.V.. Anya watched as he walked around to her side, she was in just her bra by the time he pulled her door open. Before he could even stop her, she had yanked the lacy white undergarment free from her and tossed it into the backseat. "Fuck me." She panted again, he had unbuckled her and was moving one hand to the dildos she was impaled on. "I can't Anya. Zheng wants you. He doesn't want to smell another dragon on you." Wei chuckled as she whimpered in frustration, he pulled the dildos from her and pulled her out of the vehicle. Anya felt herself lifted and tossed over his shoulder. She heard the car door slam as he began walking towards a building she could barely even see in the darkness. There were no lights, and he had to yank open a heavy metal door to take her inside. "This is her?" A feminine voice sounded from just inside the room and Anya tensed against the man who held her. She felt herself slide slowly down his fully clothed form and found herself turned around to face forward, his hot body close behind her as she looked at two people standing just inside the dimly lit front of the large building. One was a man she knew intimately well, her lawyer, Mr. Bricker. At his side stood a tall, willowy blond with somewhat hawkish features on an otherwise plain face. The woman was nothing like the woman she would have thought the incubus to have married, but apparently, this woman was his preferred mate. Anya felt herself shiver, she knew this woman knew about her, even if her lawyer hadn't already told her so. "Anya, this is my wife, Brigitte. Brigitte, this is Anya MacTiernen." Ned waved a hand towards each woman, he had a briefcase in his other hand and Anya raised an eyebrow, the lawyer looked decidedly uncomfortable. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 27 "Hello." Anya breathed it out, she was still aroused, Wei's hand was pressed against her lower abdomen, and the cooler air in the room was making her nipples tighten. "It's a pleasure." The woman said as she stepped closer to Anya, her words weren't exactly cold, but they weren't beaming with happy emotion, either. Her gray eyes looked Anya up and down, her head tilting to the side a little as she saw the coiled jewel piercing Anya's ear. She smirked and bit the inside of her cheek as she finally looked at her husband. "She does smell amazing, Ned." Mrs. Bricker said, not sounding overly pleased by it, but she reached her hand out towards the tall, dark-haired man and Anya watched as her lawyer stepped forward and took his wife's hand in his. "I doubt your puppies would be overly pleased about you being here tonight." Mr. Bricker said as he looked at Anya with curious eyes. "I won't tell Sergei that you called him a puppy." Anya felt her body bristle in heat and a flash of anger, she didn't like the pack being insulted. "Did all the paperwork go through?" Wei interrupted the direction of their conversation. Ned nodded, "Yes. I was just dropping it off here. Everything is in order. I had to flub the birth certificates a bit, but it is now official. Anya has shared guardianship of Mei and Ju-long. The others will be done after their hatching." Anya raised her eyebrows and looked at the man behind her. He looked down at her and sighed, "In case anything should happen. And, because they will want to know you." "Thank you." Anya whispered. "We'd better go, Ned. The smell is getting a little overwhelming." The lawyer's wife sniffed, not so much towards Anya, but at something deeper inside the otherwise dark building. "Fine. Anya, I don't think we have another appointment before you leave, but good luck. In the paperwork, there is a name and number of a lawyer in St. Paul that you can use. He's more than capable of dealing with this sort of thing." Mr. Bricker's words made her furrow her brow and give him a knowing look. "Another incubus?" "Christ, no, Anya. Not all lawyers are sex demons." "Could have fooled me." Wei's biting reply came and she heard the lawyer hiss a little under his breath. "His hours are all at night." Brigitte put in, making Anya stiffen a little. "I don't think I want a lawyer that's a vampire. The last vampire I met almost killed me." Anya shook her head. "Vampires aren't compulsive biters, Anya. You're perfectly safe, unless you choose not to be." Mr. Bricker winked at her before pointing to the folders on top of a wooden crate near the door, and then walked out of the building, his wife walking away at his side. "I am so much more hot than she is." Anya said when they were alone, and Wei chuckled. "Yes, you are, Anya, and she knows it. Why do you think she wanted to meet you?" "I do not need the raging jealousy of a sex demon, Wei." "No, you don't. Come with me, Anya." He wrapped his hand over hers and pulled her with him into the darkness of the large empty building. She knew it was empty by the sound her bare feet made as they walked across the concrete floor. When they got to the center of the room, she felt Wei move her to stand against the side of something that felt like a table. He bent and eventually, a match was lit, and then a candle, and a soft glow filled the air where they were and Anya realized that what she was standing beside wasn't a table, but padded, and there were four long branches to it, in the shape of an X. "It's called a St. Andrew's cross." Wei told her huskily as he moved her to face it. "Though this one is a bit more sturdy than a regular one. Lean over." Anya shook as she did so, knowing he raised her arms over her head as she leaned her stomach over the middle of the X so that he could extend them out on the top two branches. Then, he bent and grabbed her legs, pulling them up and stretching them wide, so that they were laying on the cushioned lower branches. When she was on it, he walked around and pulled her up a little, locking her wrists onto cuffs that were connected to the ends of the top two branches. He rounded the device and locked her feet into place before moving some sort of lever that made the two lower branches swing wider, making her whimper at the stretch it created in her inner thighs. Then, one at a time, he did something that made the two lower branches bend so that her knees flexed a little, lessening the tight stretch the wide stretch of the branches had created. She knew her pussy and ass were completely exposed this way, and her cunt was dripping wet, excited at being tied up again. It reminded her of the first time she had fucked Wei, tied up like this, he had changed into a dragon and she had felt her entire body filled with his thick, hot cock. Panting, she widened her eyes and looked at Wei as he pulled out the part of the table that her groin had been resting on. Now, only her upper chest was resting on the cushioned pad and she was able to move her hips a little better. "Anya, he won't let me stretch you any more than you're already stretched." He said softly as she felt him smear a lot more goo onto her pussy and into her ass. She shivered, Yu hadn't stretched her anymore than Wei had in his human form, why would she need to worry about being stretched with Zheng? She gasped and her body shook and she immediately jerked against her bindings. "No, no, no, no, I don't want to be fucked by a dragon, Wei, please." She cried out, knowing Wei was already stepping back from her. "It's been more than three hundred years since Zheng has fucked. He refused to out of fear that he would cause another death. He isn't able to control his change." "Don't you think you could have TOLD me that before I offered to FUCK your BROTHER?" Anya gasped as she felt a heavy thud from somewhere in the darkness behind her. "Anya, I didn't want you to do this at all." Wei reminded her. "So you didn't tell me because you were MAD at me! Wei, you are a son of a bitch, let me go!" Anya growled at him as she heard the loud roar of a dragon behind her and sensed the heat as he blew a wave of rolling fire out of his mouth high over her head. "It's too late, Anya." Wei disappeared into the darkness of the building and Anya shook against the tears in her eyes, she had allowed this, hell, she had offered to be mated with the grand dragon or whatever the fuck you called Zheng. A hot gargle came from very close to her ass and Anya closed her eyes as she felt a large, long tongue slide against her weeping pussy lips. There would be no arguing with a dragon, he would be beyond hearing in this form. Anya slowly turned her head to the side so that she could see a little of the beast behind her and gasped in awe. Wei had been enormous, but this dragon seemed quiet a bit larger, his scales shimmered black and yellow and gold, and his wings were extended fully, pleased to show her just how big he was. Her body turned molten when he reared back to display his massive, monster sized cock as it slipped from its protective sheath, and then he moved back down to thrust his hot tongue deep into her pussy. Anya tensed and cried out at the sudden fullness in her cunt, and felt him rock in and out of her body with force, coating her with his thick saliva, feeling it numb her, knowing that it would help when he fucked her with his cock. She came hard, twice, her juices mixing with the saliva on his tongue making the beast rumble out a satisfied sound before he finally pulled his tongue from her pussy and moved his huge body over the cross. She felt the rock hard top of his cock push against her pussy lips and screamed as he slowly spread her open before bucking hard and high, thrusting the length of his cock deep into her tight pussy. When he tried to pull back, and her overwhelmed pussy neck kept his cock tightly locked inside of her pussy, Anya felt the dragon roar in pain and anger, his wings flapping as he was only able to buck forward again, the pressure of her tight pussy like a vice around him. Anya screamed, it didn't hurt, but it felt intense, her vision blurred as he shot fire out of his throat above her head and his large body started to fuck hard, bucking forward, sending him deeper, and she was caught in a hard orgasm. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Anya whimpered as she felt him squat down and begin to buck rapidly, unable to do more than just shift in small increments as she milked his throbbing cock hard. "Cum, Zheng, cum in my pussy, fucking fill me up." His body shook behind her and she felt his body slam forward, and he was coming, his too hot cum shooting into her, overfilling her, and finally, the moisture he coated her with allowed him to slowly slip his cock from her, only catching for a delicious moment at the mushroomed thick head before he was able to tug completely free. Anya shuddered as she felt his cum spill from her pussy, the chill in the air when the dragon moved away from her cooled the heat from his forceful fuck. Her pussy walls burned and simmered and weren't entirely happy to have been emptied of his massive shaft. She wasn't sure how long she laid on the cross trying to catch her breath before she felt his tongue slide over her ass crack and pierce the asshole. She cried out as it pushed deep and lifted her as high into the air as he could without hurting her where she was connected to the cross. "Zheng!" She cried as her pussy rolled and curdled at the feel of him in her ass, she knew she could take him easier in the ass, and pushed back against his probing tongue. When it pulled from her, Anya begged loudly for him to replace it with his cock, and he obliged, pummeling into her ass in a swift motion with his cock, frantically fucking the small woman, finally filling her ass with his sterile cum, continuously bucking his cock in and out of her in fierce strokes until the organ finally cooled and the swell of it subsided enough for him to slide out easily. When the dragon back away, the air began to sizzle and turn as it had when Wei had changed, and Anya felt a human hand finally touch her pink ass cheek as Zheng stood behind her now, naked and breathing hard as he looked down at her with his stern, brown eyes. "Thank you, Anya." He said darkly as he continued to rub her sore ass, she could see Wei approaching them slowly, he looked hot, his breathing fast, he must have watched her get fucked by his brother, and it had turned him on. "If you want to thank me, you can get me off of this thing and the two of you can fuck me." She moaned as his hand shifted so that he could shove his hand up into her ass, it slid in easily, she'd been stretched by his enormous cock. Zheng fisted her hard as they waited for Wei to unlock her from the cross. When she was finally free, Zheng pulled his hand from her and moved her off of the table. She thought he would bring her to the ground with him, but instead, he sat on the middle of the cross as Wei moved the two upper branches together, so when Zheng laid back, his head was securely resting on the cushions. Wei picked Anya up and she was placed with her chest towards the older dragon and her legs were spread on either side of his, her pussy pushed down over his swollen cock and he bucked balls deep into her wet core. Zheng wrapped her in his arms and kissed her carnally as Anya felt heat build behind her and she shook, Wei had turned to his dragon form. She felt him move over them, and when his cock pressed at her gaping asshole, she bit her lip and clutched tightly to the man below her, she stretched wide as he slid up, the cock in her pussy only causing her orgasm to hit harder, and she wept in the arms surrounded her as she was fucked hard and slowly by the great beast above her, and the man below her. Anya sat on the passenger side seat in the black S.U.V. and wrapped her arms around herself. She had slept almost the entire ride back to her house. Now, she was turned sideways, facing the window, as she stared out of it, watching the landscape fly by them. The morning had proved to be difficult, and Anya could still feel the soft tears dripping from her eyes as she thought about what had happened when she'd birthed the dragon egg. She could still remember the way it tore from her body and how Zheng had held the egg for only seconds before his body had started to shake and he'd only just gotten far enough away from her before he'd shifted into his dragon form and roared his heart ache. She'd not see it, but Wei had told her that it had torn as it was pushed out of her body and the embryo was no longer feasible. She'd started to cry, too, and understood the anguish that swept over the larger beast. When she had told Zheng she would give him a dragon egg, she hadn't expected it to break. She'd birthed three already, two practically at once. She had not expected to lose one. Wei had had to talk Zheng out of his beast form, and the two had spent a great deal of time just getting the man steady while Anya watched, sadness filling her. They had returned to her, and Wei had taken the egg from the building while Zheng had leaned over her chest and rested his head on her stomach and begged for her forgiveness. "How long does it take for you to have semen in your cum again?" Anya had asked as she smoothed her fingers through his hair. He had looked up at her with his curious brown eyes and answered her hesitantly, "About as long as it takes an egg to birth." "So you're fertile again?" She asked, feeling him bristle again. "You're too tired." "But I am stretched open. If you fuck me now, and I birth again in 12 hours, I will still be stretched, it would be easier to pass." "Wei-." "Zheng, do it now. You won't have a chance one Wei comes back." She pleaded with him. "I don't need this egg, Anya, there are three." "I need it, damn it, I need it!" She said in broken sobs and felt him pull her into his arms and he sat cross legged on the ground, settling her into his lap facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he slowly pushed his cock up into her body. They had fucked slowly, not stopping when Wei had returned, he'd been so furious, and would have pulled her off if Zheng hadn't rolled with her and held her beneath him as he punched high and held. She'd barely felt him fucking her because of her exhausted pussy, but that didn't matter. She wasn't fucking him for pleasure. Wei had yanked her out from under him and yelled at her for a long time as she'd weakly clung to him. He hadn't even cared when she told him that it'd been her idea to try again. He had been beside himself. Convinced that this would kill her. They were on 93 now and it would be just another fifteen minutes before they were back in Somerville at what would soon no longer be her home. It was already 9 pm and the movers had come and gone. Wei had made a call to Mr. Bricker, who had apparently gone over to help Shu pack the rest of Anya's things and help the movers with getting everything situated in the moving van. She had missed her own moving day as she'd waited as her womb swelled and another dragon egg had slowly pushed out of her body. "Do you plan on saying anything to me ever again?" Anya whispered, knowing he looked at her by the shiver that worked down her spine. "Would it make a difference?" She closed her eyes, Wei had looked positively pale as she'd labored painfully through the second egg. Now she knew why they wanted two days between. He had had to feed her three times on the way home, and her body was still very weak. The healing goo that they'd brought, however, had repaired her body, and she knew that she would eventually be back to normal. There would be no lasting effects from her time with the dragons. "So much for dragons not mating for life." She muttered as she looked out at the street lights, they had just exited 93. "I said we don't mate for life, but I never said we don't fucking care." His voice boomed with his anger and Anya felt her tears quicken and she slowly turned to face him, she felt numb all over. "Wei. I'm sorry. I thought it was the right thing to do." "You didn't ask me." "I asked Zheng." "And you thought he, after losing a dragon egg, was in any shape to be reasonable? Non-humans are not like you, Anya, we are ruled by our emotions." "Okay, so right there, THAT, right there, proves how very little you know. ONE, I'm apparently NOT fully human, I'm a stupid siren, and TWO, humans are stupid for the simple fact that they are completely governed by their emotions." Anya sat up a little straighter. "I should have said reproductive instincts, Jesus, Anya, I have never been so completely out of my head pissed off with a woman." He shook his head as he pulled onto the street the hotel was on that she had reserved for the rest of their time on the east coast. "Wei, I am sorry." Anya said again as he pulled into a parking spot at the hotel and shut off the engine. "I know." He sighed, looking at her for a moment before opening his door and getting out of the vehicle. She waited as he walked around to her side and opened her door. Anya waited as he unbuckled her belt and lifted her from the seat. He shoved it closed with his hip and then walked into the hotel, down the hallway, and to the door of the room that Shu had texted him earlier, keeping her up against his chest as he did so. When they were inside, he saw his sister laying on the couch, her eyes closed, and they walked through the darkened front room where her children were sleeping and he took her back to the adjoining bedroom and slowly undressed her and put her into bed. Anya felt her body ease into a relaxed ache on the mattress and she looked up at him with groggy eyes. "Wei, don't stay angry with me forever. I promise not to ever fuck another dragon ever again." Anya told him as he bent over and ran a hand over her face before kissing her temple. "I will be eternally hopeful that THAT is true." "You're leaving tonight, aren't you?" Anya felt like the way he was kissing her head was a goodbye. "Yes, Anya. Shu and I must get back. I will check on you, but I will wait some time. You will need to settle in to your new home." He kissed her on the lips, knowing she fell asleep during the kiss and not minding, she was exhausted and needed the rest. It would make it easier to leave her, as well. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 28 Anya was only sore for a few days, thankfully. She continued to use a little of the goo that helped soothe her wounded pussy during that time to ensure that there was no lasting effect, and spent her time with her children or cleaning up the house before the closing. They would be flying from Boston to Chicago, and then Chicago on to Duluth. She was going to leave her mini-van with her cousin, who was wanting a new vehicle. Anya had figured she would splurge and buy something new herself when she got them to Duluth. Until then, she would rent a vehicle for a few weeks. Mr. Bricker had emailed to assure her that the moving van was well on the way to her new house, and that her furniture and belongings would be arriving within a day or two of her and her children. He had also told her that the house was completely finished, that she would not need to stay in a hotel when she got to town. She had thanked him and told him that she appreciated everything that he had done for her, and she meant it. She wouldn't change a single thing about her last several months. Everything that had happened to her had gotten her to the point where she was now, and she was very excited about where she was headed, and what she would find there. The day that she flew out of Boston was clear and cool, her plane was thankfully running on time. Her aunt, uncle, and cousin had taken them to the airport with their luggage and had waited around until their flight had finally taken off. Anya was sitting in first class again, Dina was in her lap, with Oscar beside her and Penny and Sam across the aisle. When she had purchased the tickets, they'd been in coach, but she figured it had been Mr. Bricker that had upgraded her seats. She didn't mind though, the flight attendants seemed to enjoy having her children in the front, and they were each pampered and given box snacks during the flight to keep them happy. When they got off the plan, they'd walked through security and were headed towards baggage claim when she saw a man in a suit with a placard with her name on it. Anya frowned, remembering what had happened to her the last time a man in a suit had picked her up from the airport. She learned upon questioning him that this one was from a local limousine service, and he'd been hired to drive her to the property that she owned north of Twig, Minnesota. He helped her with the luggage, which she was thankful for, because Dina had finally started to fuss. The drive to their new home was quiet and calm, except for the voices of her children as Penny told Sammy about what the town looked like, and what she saw in the countryside that they drove through. The driver had lived in Minnesota his whole life and he was happy to add to the conversation when the children plied him with questions. Anya held Dina who had finally fallen asleep, and she sat gazing out at what she hoped would quickly come to feel like home. When the house finally came into view, her throat felt tight and her eyes burned in tears she refused to shed. The house was so much more than what Mr. Bricker had described. It looked like it should belong to a movie star. The house was stone, a light sandstone color, with a wide driveway that led up to the two car garage on the right, and the main entrance of the house on the left. It had already been landscaped, and she wondered just how quickly everyone had had to move to finish this monstrosity of a home. The driver pulled to a stop in front of the house and she waited as he opened the door to let them out. She stood looking up at the beautiful house and eventually noticed that the driver had come to stand beside her, he was holding a key set out for her and she took it with a smile. "I'll get your luggage into the front hall for you, ma'am." He told her and Anya nodded, only half listening as she unlocked the front door and walked into the front entryway. It was a huge room unto itself with a vaulted ceiling. Through it, she could see the formal dining room straight ahead, a formal living room ahead and to the left, and what she figured was a half bath directly to the left. What she thought would be empty rooms had already received her furniture and belongings, which she saw here and there mixed in with what had obviously been other pieces of furniture and decorations done by a professional decorator. Anya felt her mouth drop open as she looked around. "Mama, it's so pretty." Penny said, her hand in Sam's as she brought her brother inside. "It is. Sam, it's so big. I'm afraid it's going to take you a while to know where everything is." "That's okay, Mama. I have my own bedroom, right?" Sam said as he stepped up to her and wrapped his hand around the corner of the cardigan that she was wearing. "Yes, Sam. You have your own bedroom. Let's go upstairs and find it." Anya took his hand and they went upstairs as a family. She already knew that there were two bedrooms in the basement, but those would have been set up as spare rooms. Sam's room was at the top of the stairs, and there was a bathroom in between his room and the room to the left of his, which was Oscar's room. Mr. Bricker had overdone himself, Oscar's room was decorated in dinosaurs, which the little boy loved, and Sam's room was simpler, with navy blue walls and furniture that didn't have sharp corners. The drawers had been labeled with braille, which she suddenly remembered Mr. Bricker asking off-handedly in an email. Not many blind children could, it was still something that was trying to be pushed through new legislation. "Sam, all of your things are here, and the room arrangement is very close to your old one. Except here," Anya led him over to a doorway, "is your closet, and here is the door to your bathroom. The sink is on the right, and there is a door to get to the toilet and the bathtub. Everything is labeled." Anya ran his hands over one of the labels in the room and she saw Sam smile. "This is bigger than my old room." He said. Anya laughed, "I think so, too. Sam, this house is huge." She left him in his room, knowing he would like the time to view it through his hands, and she knew Oscar was already pulling out big boxes of dinosaurs that she'd never seen before off of a shelf in his room. Across the hall from them, in a little area between where the ceiling vaulted over the front entry and the formal living room, there was a room with desks and the pc computer that she'd kept in her old dining room. Walking back downstairs quickly, she picked Dina up from the car seat that she'd left the sleeping girl in and realized that the driver had brought in all of their suitcases and had left quietly. She held her little girl and walked back up the staircase. The first door to the right was an opening to an elevator, which weirded Anya out, but she ignored it for now. The next set of double doors led into the master bedroom, which was enormous. But she passed it by and turned to her right where Penny had run off to earlier when she'd come up with Sam. Down that hall, there were three desks built into the wall along the right side beneath beautiful big windows, and the first door to the left led to a big bathroom. Then there were three bedrooms in a row. The first one was apparently Penny's. The little girl was inside the jade green walled bedroom peering into a dollhouse that looked like a replica of their old home. Penny was moving little furniture pieces around and smiled when she caught sight of her mother in the open doorway. "Our house is here!" She exclaimed and Anya choked out a wet laugh, the kindness that the men in her life had shown her here was overwhelming. "I love it. Do you like your room?" "Yes, my bed is big, Mama. And it has foxes on it. I love foxes!" Penny got up and ran and did a nose dive onto her bed and Anya chuckled. "I'm going to go take Dina to her room so I can snoop around." She left Penny inside her room and then walked to the room next door that had been painted gray, with a white and yellow accent wall. Dina's white crib was there, but it was outfitted with new sheets and blankets and most of the furniture in the room was new. It was comforting, relaxing, and Anya smiled and breathed in the scent of cotton and sunshine as she laid Dina down on the crib mattress. Walking into the room next door made Anya's eyes fill with years. The walls were dark red and there was definitely an Asian feel to the golden designs on the walls, and if there was any doubt to that, Anya would have known by the dragon that had been outlined delicately onto the far wall. There were four cribs in the room, and there were two large pictures, expertly taken in black and white, of Mei and Ju-Long over two of them. She put a hand to her mouth as she started to cry, and had to lean against the door jam as she fought to control the emotion that filled her. How could she love babies so much she'd barely carried, that had left her shortly after being made? It was the one thing that made it hard to be here, to start this new life. She didn't know when she would get to see them next. Eventually, she made her way back to the strange elevator and closing herself in, she pushed the up button, there was no down button, and she felt it start to lift into what she knew was the attic. Once it was up, she opened the door and stepped out into a large room that had a king size bed in the center. There was no headboard or baseboard, just a large, firm looking mattress with pillows under a black satin bedspread. The walls were dark gray, and all of the trim was white. There was an area to the left and walking farther into the bedroom, she could see that it was a desk with some shelves that had not been filled, and a half bath. There was also a doorway to a small storage closet. On the opposite end of the room from the elevator, Anya saw a set of double French doors that opened onto a nice sized balcony that looked over the rear of the property. She bit her lip, Mr. Bricker had built her a fuck room, the naughty naughty man. She chuckled as she went back to the elevator. Once she was back downstairs, she shut the door to it, and realized that it was a lockable doorknob. Taking out the set of keys, she put one in and realized it worked when she turned the lock into position. Good, she didn't want to worry about her children accidentally going up into that area. Pocketing her keys again, she went into the bedroom that was hers. In and to the right was a large walk in closet. Even after all the shopping she'd done the last few months, her clothes didn't even fill half of the space. Her scrubs for work were all pressed and on hangers on one of the bars. Her bed was on the wall across from the doorway, and the king size bed didn't make the room feel small at all. To the left was a fireplace, and next to that, the entry to the grand sized master bathroom. The whirlpool tub in there called to her longingly, but Anya passed it by to look out the double French doors to the balcony beyong. This place felt like some sort of four star spa, not unlike Vorhees in grandiosity, but it was supposed to be her home. It was crazy to think so, to think that this belonged to her and her children, for however long they wanted to live here. Anya sighed, feeling a blissful peace come over her as she sat on an overstuffed armchair that was close to the doors, she wasn't sure how her life had come to this, but she was desperately happy that she'd gotten here. When she'd lost Luke, she'd been pretty sure her life would never be as happy. Anya started working the week after they moved to Twig. Her job at the hospital was fulfilling, though she missed wearing the colorful scrubs that she had worn in Boston. She felt a little like an impersonal robot wearing the solid ones that were required at her new position. Sam and Penny had started at their new schools, and Sam had immediately gotten close to one of the paras that helped in his small classroom. Penny was loving her new class, and Oscar had already made a good friend in his daycare. Dina was happy anywhere, so it was easy to please the dark haired little girl. She'd gotten a call the day after she'd arrived from Mr. Bricker to make sure everything was fine, and she'd had to yell at him a bit for doing too much. She had just walked into the garage and seen the Acura MDX that she realized had her name on the insurance card when she'd dug through the car's contents to see whose it was. He'd just laughed at her and told her to get over it. Wei had texted daily, mostly pictures of Mei and Ju-long. But sometimes, he would call her. Apparently, they'd had their first shift, which was apparently a big deal. Mei had been black and red, which Shu had smiled at, seeing as how she was near those colors herself, but Ju-long had surprised them. He had shifted into a solid white. Apparently, and Wei had stressed this on the phone when he had called her once, that it had never happened before. Dragons were dark. They always had a black or gray base. She had just insisted that Ju-long was like his mother, always doing something to piss him off. "Anya, you know nothing about non-humans." He had said in his typical frustrated tone, he was reminding her of Mr. Hughes in that aspect, always being frustrated with Anya over something that was totally not her fault. "I know you're all ruled by your reproductive instincts." She had replied saucily and he had hung up the phone on her. He'd texted right after and called her a few very unpleasant names. She'd replied with a smiling emoji. Anya found the closest place to shop for groceries near her house, and she found several good restaurants and the nearest pizza delivery. She shopped around for a good primary doctor for her and a pediatrician for her kids. She got her license switched over and had satellite television hooked up in her house. She'd decorated for Halloween and after digging out her sewing machine from a corner desk in the basement, she'd made costumes for her kids to wear. What she had not done, however, was try to find Grigory yet. She knew that when she found him, then she would find the whole pack, and she needed to get her life here in the Duluth area established before she brought the pack into it. So she focused on setting up the routine for her family. She even found several good babysitters by advertising online, and joined a bowling league, just to meet people. Anya also had made a few friends at work, and had went out to dinner with a group of them one weekend. She'd been asked lots of questions about her move to town and a couple had even asked if she'd started dating again. She'd said yes, that her boyfriend would be coming back to town soon, and she was looking forward to it. Granted, she was talking about four men, but they didn't need to know that. It wasn't until October 27th that Anya woke up in the morning, helped her kids get dressed for school and saw them off that she finally planned on looking for Grigory. She had taken the whole day, and the next, completely off from work, and once Dina was at daycare, she went back to her house and stood in her closet, trying to decide exactly what she wanted to wear when she saw him. Her whole body was warm, aroused at just the thought of seeing the men that she'd thought of every night since she'd moved to town. She'd know that her bed would soon be their bed, her body would again be their body, and theirs would forever belong to her. Her pussy was already doing pushups in preparation for what she knew would be an intense workout when she found them. It was cold now, but she wanted her pussy to be accessible to him, she wanted her scent to drift to him and get him hard. Anya chose a thick, long yellow skirt, a white, long-sleeved shirt and a thick, gray cardigan that didn't have buttons on it. She wore long white socks and her brown leather boots that she'd been so excited to buy, her calves had always made boots hard to find before. She had brushed her long, brunette hair and then braided parts of it and piled it somewhat haphazardly into a knot behind her head. Bits here and there were hanging loose, but she liked the effect that it had on her heart-shaped face. Finally, after staring at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, she sighed, it was the day, THE day, when she bonded with her pack. When that feeling of loving completeness would finally fill her and she was shivering with the anticipation of it. Walking down the stairs, she bit her lip at the feeling of not wearing any underwear, it had been a last minute decision, but one she'd been quick to make. She was hoping not to need it. Getting in the black luxury S.U.V. that she couldn't claim not to have fallen in immediate love with, Anya pulled out of her driveway and made her way into Duluth. When she got to town, she pulled over in a parking lot of a gas station and pulled out her phone. Dialing a number, she waited as it rang. "R. Stenson Builders, can I help you?" A voice asked on the other end. "Good morning. I was supposed to meet up with Grigory Volkov today and give him some papers, but I can't remember which job he's at. Is he over on West Myrtle?" She'd seen a construction site with their name on it randomly a week ago and had memorized the location. "Oh, no, Greg's downtown." The woman rattled off some address near Superior and Anya thank her before hanging up the phone. She didn't know if the other three worked for the same company. She had been surprised that Grigory had a job, surely they didn't need money at this point. Biting her lip, she pulled back onto the road and drove towards downtown, nervous apprehension filling her as she found a parking space a while later near the construction site that she was hoping she would find Grigory. Would she accidentally walk right up to Sergei, or Yakov? She wanted to do this reunion her way, and that involved only finding Grigory for now. Locking her car, she walked on the sidewalk to the construction site. It was a new building, a commercial one, and more than one man in a hard hat looked in her direction as she stepped through the privacy fence and approached the worksite trailer. A bigger man with a full mustache and beard looked at her curiously as he picked up a hard hat and plopped it onto her head. "May I help you, young lady?" He asked gruffly, he wore sunglasses and was standing in a group of three men, work plans in hand. "Good morning, I was wondering, is Grigory Volkov on site? I need to speak with him." She asked, louder than she would usually talk, the noise at the site was somewhat deafening. The bearded man nodded, "He's on the lower floor. Ronnie can show you to the stairs." He pointed towards a corner of the building, and the man at his side nodded and waved at her to follow him. "You know Greg?" He asked, a hand on his hard hat as he walked at her side to the stairs. Anya nodded, "Yes, I do." "He don't get many visitors." The man commented, obviously curious as to why a woman would show up out of the blue for his co-worker. She just smiled up at him as they stopped at the top of the stairs. "There ain't much down there right now, he shouldn't be hard to find." He waved ahead of him to let her know she could go on downstairs. "Thank you." Anya smiled before descending the stairs and walking into what smelled like a freshly painted basement floor. There wasn't anyone in the basement from what she could see as she went down to the doors and opened them, but looking farther down the large relatively open space, she could see a man on the far end, near the opposite staircase, wearing a hard hat, his tall form covered in head to toe deer skin jacket, pants and boots and he was messing with a control box. She smiled and walked through the basement, weaving through the metal beams that went from ground to ceiling every so often, and she was finally standing directly behind him. If it wasn't for the damned fresh paint, she knew she would never have been able to get so close to the wolf without him smelling her pussy, a pussy that was salivating with desire at the sight of the man she'd come here to find. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 28 He slammed the breaker box shut with a swear and turned around, almost stepping into her when his blue eyes went to her face and he froze where he was, growling instinctively at the realization that he wasn't alone. Anya's lips spread in a wide, knowing smile, "Down, boy." He looked at her so seriously for a moment that she wasn't sure if he was even happy to see her, but then he whispered her name gutturally and picked her up under her arms and pushed her against the wall beside the breaker box that he had just been fighting with. His mouth crashed down onto hers and his tongue thrust inside as Anya gasped. She let him kiss her for just a moment before she pushed him back. "Block this from them, block me." She gasped, feeling his body grind up against her. "Why?" He asked, lowering his lips to her throat and sucking on the soft skin there hard. "Just promise me you're blocking this." Anya whimpered, his cock was hard, but so were the thick clothes he was wearing and they scratched at her. "Fine. Anya, what are you doing here?" He asked again but didn't wait for an answer before kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth, drinking from her, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth over and over until she was panting for breath. "I want you." She groaned as she pushed against him, his hands moved down to her ass and pulled her legs up and around his waist. "I can smell your pussy, Anya, I know you want me." He growled as he lowered his mouth to her left breast and sucked at the nipple through her white shirt, she hadn't worn a bra, either. "Fuck, yes, I want you, Grigory, but no, I want YOU, all of you. I want my goddamned bond back. I want you back." She groaned as he squeezed her ass and his cock ground into the front of her pelvis. "You want to mate with us." He looked fully down at her, his lips curled up in the corners in a very happy response to her words, and he put a hand under her shirt to squeeze her breast harshly. "I want to mate with you, sleep with you, wake with you, eat dinner with you, I want to BE with you, all of you." She told him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pushed her breast against his questing hand. "Then why am I blocking you?" He growled, his hips began to buck harder against her and she lowered her hands to tug open his belt. "Because I want to do this right. Being with me is going to mean being a part of my family. I have children, Grigory, FUCK, I hate this thing." Anya growled as she yanked his belt open and moved to unzip his pants, he, in turn, was pulling her skirt up. "We know you have children." He bit at her ear lobe and then tensed when his hand moved under skirt and realized that she wasn't wearing underwear. "Yes, I have four children, four children that you all will need to meet and parent with me, Grigory, that is important to me. They need a father, and I'm happy to give them four. But I'm not just talking about them." He looked at her with a confused frown as she worked at getting his thick cock out of his pants. "Maybe we should have this conversation with the pack, I don't know how much I can block, especially with you grinding your pussy against me like this."Grigory moved a hand to his pants and helped her bare his cock. "Fine, I want you to bring them for dinner tonight. 5:30 pm. At my home." "Your home?" He was holding her ass in one hand and guiding his thick cock to her wet fold with the other. "Yes, I live here now, I live north of Twig. Oh, Jesus!" Anya cried out as his cock hammered home into her tight pussy and he howled into her neck as he started to fuck in and out of her in fast, powerful strokes. Anya felt her ass slam into the wall behind her and didn't care, it felt so good to be with Grigory, to feel enveloped by him, and she sucked on his tongue as he kissed her over and over. His hands buried in her hair, pulling more of it free as he slid inside of her, making her throb and stretch and clench and milk him with her pussy muscles. The growl that rumbled from his chest as his orgasm neared made Anya heat up and melt against him, and she clawed at the back of his thick jacket. Anya knew that if anyone came into the basement, all they would see of her was the top of her hair and her booted legs as he held her against the wall, and she didn't care. "Do you like that?" He moaned gutturally as he ground his hips up against her, and she felt him bottom out, his balls slammed against her ass and his hands squeezed around her ass cheeks, spreading them, pulling her hard down onto his body. "I love it, Grigory, yes. I love you." She panted, and felt the wolf inside him rumble and shake and his tempo increased painfully and she screamed as he finally bucked high and shot his sterile human cum deep inside of her welcoming pussy. "Jesus, Anya." Grigory pulled his cock out of her small body and kissed her several more times before putting her back on her feet and pulling up his pants. She took a piece of paper out of the pocket of her cardigan and pressed it into his palm. "My address. 5:30. I'll make steak." "Do you realize how hard it is going to be for me to block this from my pack for that long?" Grigory wrapped her up in his arms against and breathed in the scent of her. "Do you realize how painful it was for me to have Sergei pull the bond off of me in that office? You can handle seven hours." She buried her face in his throat and felt his cock already getting hard again. "Anya, he had to." Grigory put her down, he didn't have time to fuck her again. His boss or someone else could walk down any moment. Anya frowned, "I know it. But please, try. Accept my family first, then you can all fuck me as much as you want." He watched her back away, his blue eyes burning with need, "You do realize that tonight is a full moon, right?" Anya smiled and practically skipped back to the staircase. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 29 The table was set for nine people. Five adults, three children at the table, and one child in a high chair. Anya had put out her good china and had spent a little extra on quality steaks that she cooked on the grill that was part of the professional quality stove top in her new kitchen. Her daughter had put the wine and water glasses on the table, and had helped her fold the napkins to put in the thin, silver napkin rings that had been a gift at some time or another. The house smelled delicious, she'd baked an apple pie for dessert. Sam had asked the most questions about the guests that she was expecting, and she had done her best to be as honest as she possibly could be with the seven year old. There were some things that he would never understand. Her two oldest were now sitting on the couch in the living room. She had changed after setting the steaks out to rest in a light gray dress she had gotten online months ago. It was called 'get this soirée started' and she thought it was perfect for this particular occasion. It had spaghetti straps and hung loose from the low cut top to the laced bottom hem, to the matching colored tulle underneath, which ended about six inches above her knees. She wasn't wearing a bra, or panties, which she knew was a risk, but she hadn't been able to put a pair on, the dress felt incredibly sexy this way, and her pussy was more than happy to be free from any confines. The silver high heels she wore wouldn't make her feel tall next to the massive men who would soon be at her door, but they made her feel extremely sexy. Oscar was on the floor near the fireplace. It was cold enough that she'd set a fire in the hearth in both the living room and family room. Dina was corralled in the back left corner of the living room in a baby fence. Anya kept checking on the children, then going into the kitchen to check on the food that she had worked on all afternoon, her nervous energy not allowing her to sit and calm her breathing. When she heard the doorbell ring, her whole body sizzled and shook and she wrung her hands together in front of her as she walked across the hardwood floor of the entry and put a hand around the front door knob and turned it slowly, pulling the heavy, solid door open, a look of hope in her green eyes. She saw worn black boots first, worn under new looking blue jeans, a clean, tucked in red, gray, and white flannel shirt, the whole of the body muscled and sexy as the man turned around to see who entered the door that he'd been brought to. Anya's eyes met large gray ones and her pussy practically screamed and ran to him, dear God, Sergei was in her doorway. He looked at her, the shock in his eyes apparent as he ran a hand through his constantly messy dusky head of hair. He seemed frozen as she fought the need in her body to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and let him fuck her right then and there, audience be damned. "Anya?" It wasn't Sergei who said it, it was Yegor, and he took a step forward, but stopped when Yakov put a hand on his arm. Grigory stood at Yakov's side and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. She figured they were talking to each other through their growls and noises again and waited for them to come to some decision. "Unblock me, Grigory, now." Sergei finally rumbled out the words as he turned to his pack brother. "Fuck, finally." Grigory sighed, and Anya widened her eyes, she could see an instant calm come over the man as he allowed Sergei and the other two to see the encounter he'd had with her in town earlier that day. "You want us, myshka?" Sergei's voice made her knees go weak and she looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I do, but-," Anya put up a hand to hold him off when he moved towards her, "wait. I need to make sure that you want me." "Of course we want you, I've already claimed you." Sergei frowned, walking towards her and putting his hands on each of her shoulders. "It's not that simple anymore, Sergei." Anya felt him breathe her in and it made her giddy. He was looking at her with eyes that sparkled with passion that he was desperate to release. "It was that simple when you and Grigory fucked in a basement today." He growled against her and Anya closed her eyes and dipped her head for a minute to breathe in his woodsy scent. "I want you to meet my children." She looked back up at him and then at the other three wolves. "Of course." Yakov stepped forward and put a large hand on the side of her face. "Then come inside, dinner is ready." Anya stepped back, and clutched Sergei's hand tightly in hers as she turned to lead them into the living room. "Mama, are those the men you talked to us about?" Penny asked from the doorway as Yakov closed the door behind him. "Yes, Penelope. These are the men. Sergei, Yakov, Yegor, and Grigory, this is my five year old daughter, Penelope." "You can call me Penny, everyone else does." Penny bounced into the hall, she was wearing her newest dress, she'd wanted to look fancy, like her mommy, for dinner. "It is a pleasure to meet you Penny." Sergei knelt on one knee and put his hands on the girl's shoulders. He had a warm smile on his face and it made the butterflies in Anya's stomach start to dance. She felt Yakov come up close behind her and put a solid hand on her shoulder. His mouth was close to her ear as he whispered to her, "Not wearing panties tonight was a terrible idea, myshka." She shivered and her eyes widened as she looked down at Sergei, he sent her an irritated look as he asked her daughter about her dress and how she liked her new home. Anya figured she might need to run upstairs and rectify the situation, but then she saw Sam come to the doorway. He didn't have his stick with him, he'd been trying hard to memorize the house. She took his hand in hers and walked him over to the men. "This is my seven year old son, Samuel. He's blind. He'll probably like to touch your faces at some point tonight." She explained and watched as Grigory moved over to him, kneeling like Sergei was kneeling beside Penny and took the boy's hand in his. "Sam, my name is Grigory, and my brothers Yegor, Yakov, and Sergei are here with me tonight." Grigory lifted the boy's hand to his face and watched the child smile. "You have an accent." He giggled and Grigory grinned wide. "We do. A long time ago, we lived in Russia." "Are they your real brothers?" Sam asked, running his fingertips over Grigory's forehead. "In a sense, yes, we're family, but not all of us are blood related." "Mama said that she wants us to be a part of your family. Is that what you want?" Sam asked and Anya bit her lip. "Yes, we do." "Then you better like her cooking, because she hates it when we say we don't like what she makes us." Sam said, his head shaking in seriousness and a rumble of laughter went through the room. "Let me go get Oscar and Dina." Anya said gently and walked out of the entry and fetched Dina from her little baby prison, as Sam called it, and got Oscar up and walked with the two of them back to where the four men were standing with her two other children. She introduced them to her two youngest children that were in the house and then they made their way into the dining room. Grigory and Yegor were helping get Dina in her chair and the other three settled as Anya went into the kitchen with Sergei and Yakov to start bringing in the food. As soon as Anya was in the kitchen and out of sight from her children, Sergei was on her, yanking her dress up and plunging two fingers from one hand into her wet pussy as he tore at the button and zipper of his jeans, yanking them low enough to free his cock. Anya barely had time to breathe before he had her up half sitting on the counter, his huge cock slamming high into her pussy, stretching the walls and pumping, grinding, making her whimper as his mouth covered hers, his tongue pushing in so heavy, gagging the back of her throat as he crashed his hips against her her soft skin. Yakov was close now, as well, and Anya felt Sergei growl low in his throat as he continued fucking her furiously. His hands went to her ass and he thrust deep and held for a moment as he pulled her back from the counter and Yakov moved to where she had been. She shook as she felt another hard cock slide across her ass. Her eyes widened and she would have cried out, but Yakov's hand covered her mouth tightly as he pushed the tip of his cock forcefully up into her asshole. Anya thanked God that she'd smeared herself with the slick goo when she'd gone upstairs to dress, it helped him impale himself onto her hard and deep, his hips bucked forward until she'd eaten the whole, thick length. Sergei began to thrust again and Anya whimpered, her breath catching as she was fucked in a flurry of rapid strokes by the two men who groaned quietly, not wanting to alert anyone of what they were doing. Sergei came first, and Anya's pussy happily gobbled it up, and then Yakov bit down hard on her shoulder and his load of cum soared high into her ass. When they both slipped from her body, Anya leaned into Sergei for several moments before she was breathing deeply enough to look up at him and smile. "I have missed you so much." She breathed happily and watched a lazy, still aroused smile light upon the severe wolf's face. "Show us what to bring into the dining room, myshka, and then go to the bathroom to clean yourself. Don't lock the door." Yakov told her and she quickly did as he asked. She walked quickly over to the powder room that was near the back playroom and had just closed the door when it was pulled open and shut firmly behind the man who had entered behind her. Anya tried to turn around, but only caught a glimpse of Yegor before he he forced her to bend over the sink and he flipped her dress up and his hands were spreading her ass cheeks. "Jesus Anya, your scent is so heavy." He growled and she felt his cock shove in straight to her cervix and hold for a moment. "Yegor, oh my God." Anya panted, her palms on the granite countertop of the sink. "Hold still, Anya, I've got to do this fast, I can't-." He stopped talking and started bucking hard, ramming his cock to the end of her over and over until she'd milked every last bit of the cum he would give her. "Now clean yourself up. Don't bother going to get any underwear though, myshka, it's too late." Yegor turned her around and gave her a wet, hard kiss on the mouth before he left the room. Anya sat down on the toilet and put her hands on either side of her face, a little dizzy from the flurry of fucks that she had just been given. Jesus, she'd never go commando again if it upset them this much. Using the toilet, she wiped, then washed her hands and found a clean washcloth on the shelf under the sink and getting it wet with hot water, she wiped her pussy and ass as best she could. Dinner had turned out to be delicious and the wolves and Anya all ate with a relish. It had helped that they'd worked up an appetite before they'd sat at the table, she supposed. The conversation had been good, the pack asked her children questions that allowed them to get to know the quiet, good natured kids and her children were asking questions of the pack that were important to them, and were getting honest answers. Anya had been the quietest participant. She'd sat to the right of Sergei, who she'd placed at the end of the table nearest the back window, Yakov opposite him at the other end. Sergei had moved her left leg into his crotch early in the meal and she was constantly in a state of arousal as he ran his fingers over her bare ankle and lower leg. He'd taken off her heels, of course. She knew that it was affecting him by the way his gray eyes grew stormy, and the other wolves, as well, every time her pussy would clench, they would shift uncomfortably in their chairs. Yakov, especially, seemed to be growing frustrated with his toying alpha. Nothing was said, though, and Anya finally was able to lower her leg after the meal was finished and she slipped her heels back on so that she could go and fetch the apple pie from the kitchen. "Sam said there was ice cream?" Grigory had followed her into the room and she looked over at him and smiled. "Yes, in there." She pointed to the freezer and watched as Grigory opened it and found the carton of French vanilla while she sliced the apple pie and held it in one hand and the pie spatula in the other as she walked past him. "Thank you, Grigory." She said softly, her eyes filled with desire, and he knew she wasn't thanking him for the ice cream. Dessert went quickly and Anya looked at the clock. Her eyes widened, it was already eight-thirty. Looking over at Dina, she realized the little girl was asleep in her chair. Standing, she picked the little girl up and frowned at her other sleepy looking kids around the table. "It's bedtime, kidlets." She called them her pet name for them and watched as Sam frowned. "But we're having a good time." Sam told her. "I know, but Sam, it's time for bed. You will see them again." "Will you show me your room, Sam?" Yegor asked and took the little boy's hand who he'd sat by at dinner and allowed the boy to lead him slowly from the room. Penny yawned as Yakov picked her up and followed along behind the first two. Grigory followed with Oscar, who was clutching him tightly around the neck. Anya and Sergei brought up the rear and they had reached the top of the staircase when Sam spoke. "I suppose four dads is okay. That way, there's one to read a story to each of us, and Penny won't always yell at me for what I pick." His words made all of the adults chuckle, and Anya received a few heated looks from the wolves, they were nowhere near finished with her. "Where is Dina's room?" Sergei asked, and Anya nodded her head towards the right. They left the others and went to Dina's room and Anya set her down and changed her diaper as Sergei stood close by watching. "Your children are beautiful, myshka." He told her, a little bit of sadness creeping through his voice, she knew his thoughts went to the babies they could have had together. "Thank you, Sergei." She whispered to him as she put Dina in pajamas and then laid her down in her crib. They exited the room and Anya shut the little girl's door. When Sergei moved to enter Penny's bedroom to say goodnight, she grabbed a hold of his wrist and opened the last door at their end of the hall and she pulled him inside and turned on the light switch. "Sergei, I love you. I wanted to stay bonded to you once I knew what that was, but I know why you broke it. I'm sorry that he made you. I was scared." She told him as he looked around at the walls of the room they were in. "I shouldn't have been able to so easily, but now that I know what you are..." He broke off as she turned to him and gasped. "How do you know?" "Alexandru. He came to see us a while back." "So do, like, all the non-humans know each other?" She wondered. "No, myshka. They don't." Sergei shook his head. "Sergei, I have two more children, well...for now." "These babies...they're the dragon's eggs that you birthed? We heard about that, too." "I need to know that you will allow them to be in my life." Anya was very blunt, she couldn't let him claim her again if he would refuse to let her be a part of their lives. "They're your children, myshka. It doesn't change the fact that I can breed you." "There are two more eggs now." "What?" He sounded angry. "Well, um, they haven't hatched yet. Yu, well, he was sort of...jealous. He kind of made it happen." The wolf was threatening to emerge and Anya sighed. "So you had two again?" "Well, ah, I had one with him. And then I felt bad and let Zheng mate with me." "Son of a bitch, Anya." "You totally sounded like Wei there, Sergei. I know. I'm completely insane. But it's done now. They have their eggs and I get to have contact with my babies. They know that I wanted to bond with the pack, that I was moving here to start a real life, a permanent one, with you." "And they respected that by filling your pussy with their cum." Anya frowned, she saw the other three wolves walk into the room and look around. She wouldn't have to repeat what she'd told him, he would have relayed it all instantly. "Do you not want to claim me now?" Her voice shook as she spoke, terrified that he would tell her that he couldn't accept what she'd done. "I have already claimed you. Myshka, I don't care about the dragons, as long as you understand it is over, once we are bonded fully, I will never break it again, nor will you ever fuck anyone besides us. Do you understand?" "Yes, and you will all move in here and live as a family?" Sergei nodded and the rest of the pack followed suit. "Can I show you something?" Anya whispered, watching Sergei's eyebrows raise a little. "Please do." Sergei's growled and she felt the rumbles from the others. Smiling, she walked out of the room and down the hallway to the locked door. She reached down to the key that she had tied to her dress for just this purpose, and opened the door. Stepping in to the elevator, she watched Sergei and Yegor step in with her. Grigory and Yakov would have to come after. Once it had reached the attic floor, Anya stepped out of the elevator and walked into the room that she had lined with candles. She felt the mood in the wolves switch instantly and as the elevator was on its way down to get the other two, she felt Sergei grab her by the back of her neck and push her in front of him over to the large bed in the center of the room. She whimpered when he jerked the dress up and over her head and she was naked, face down on the edge of the bed, her legs on the ground, her ass and pussy visible for the two men in the room with her. "You went in public with your pussy bare, myshka. Do not ever do that again." Sergei growled in her ear as he pushed two fingers into her ass, down to the bottom knuckles. "Okay, I won't. I'm sorry, Sergei." She whimpered, Yegor had moved onto the bed and was pulling his clothes off, his cock soon next to her mouth. "Here, in this house, feel free to not wear any, but in public, Anya, I will punish you if you do that again, your scent is too appetizing and there are other packs in Duluth." She felt a shiver of fear work through her body at Sergei's warning. He pushed a third finger inside of her as Yegor pushed his cock into her mouth. The elevator door opened and Yakov and Grigory entered, already half out of their shirts. Anya sent her green eyes towards them and felt a fever of desire start to burn into her pussy as she realized that she was going to get a hard fuck from these men before the moon bested them, before their wolves came out and took over. Sergei shifted and moved his hands out of her ass and growled at Yegor where he was bucking his hips into Anya's face, sending his cock deep into her throat. Yegor disconnected and laid down on the bed, his cock stiff and upright as Sergei lifted Anya up and turned her so that he impaled her ass on Yegor's cock. Anya cried out hard when she was yanked down fully onto the thick appendage in one hard pull, and she clenched her asshole around the base of his shaft as he wrapped his hands around her hips. "Yegor, I didn't mean what I said in the office." She whimpered and felt the wolf inside Yegor howl as he bucked his hips up and down, his cock pummeling inside her ass. Sergei moved into place between her legs and moved his mouth to lick up her belly to her breasts before sucking them one by one deep into his mouth. When Anya felt his cock start pushing against the weeping hole of her pussy, she cried out, which made the older wolf growl and hammer his thick cock up inside her clenching fold. The intensity with which they filled her sent Anya into a rolling orgasm, and she let her head fall back against Yegor's shoulder. Her green eyes looked to her side when she felt a hand against her cheek. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 29 Grigory was on the bed now, and his arousal was in his hand and he was soon pressing it into her mouth, taking advantage of the fact that her head was tilted in a way that allowed him to plunge it deep into her throat. Anya closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations the men were creating within her with their heavy thrusts, and she responded to the cock that came suddenly into her right hand, knowing that Yakov wanted her to be involved. Her small fingers worked hard to milk the heavy cock. "Do you want our cum in your ass or your pussy, myshka?" Sergei grumbled, his voice guttural and close to the shell of her ear as he forcefully pounded up into her pussy. Anya had to wait for Grigory to exit her throat before she could look at the alpha and resond. "I want you to fill up my pussy, Sergei, all of you." Anya whimpered at the look of heated desire that he gave her, it was almost menacing the way he gazed down at her body before howling and bucking more fiercely, his cockhead slamming into the top of her until he shivered and held, his cum shooting out of him in several, thick gushes. When he pulled from her, Anya saw Yakov and Grigory growl at each other for several moments. Yegor chuckled low in his throat and continued to fuck her ass with wild abandon. Grigory rounded her and his thick cock pushed into her pussy, and he lowered his body over her, his hand encircling her neck as he growled and nipped at her throat. His hips beat into her, and she clutched at his back, scratching him several times before he crouched and his balls spasmed, his cum spraying into her pussy. Grigory moved off and Anya thought Yakov would immediately take his place, but Yegor put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up to sit upright on him. His hands were on her waist and he pulled her off of his cock and slammed her down so that he was deep inside of her wet, dripping cunt. She heard him growl in anger and while he bucked into her, one of his hands smoothed over the small of her back. Anya knew it was the dragon tattoo, which no one had asked her about yet. They would know who gave it to her, but there was nothing she would or could do about it. Yegor came hard, his body tight and powerful as he pulled her down and held her against his chest as she panted. "Anya, get off the bed." Yakov's voice was dark, and Anya did as he asked, a shiver working through her as he turned her so that her back was to him. He bent over her, forcing her to bend over, and he made her wrap her hands around her ankles and spread her lets apart. When she was in the position he wanted, she felt him move her so that her back was against the side of the mattress. His hands wrapped around her ass, and Anya cried out when his large cock suddenly surged into her pussy. It was wet and stretched a bit from the hard fucking that she'd already been given by all of them tonight, but this new position, and his larger than average cock, it made her cum onto the thrusting shaft and she felt herself grow dizzy and limp as he held her up and plowed into her. "Anya." He moaned as his cock started to swell and pulse and his cum joined the rest up inside of her. Anya sighed as she was picked back up and moved to sit in Sergei's lap on the bed as the others stood around the room, naked, sweaty, their muscled chests not hiding the fact that their breathing was just as heavy and rapid as hers. Anya sent her eyes to each of them, a soft smile of absolute satisfaction filling her as she realized that it would be like this every time, that she would feel this complete every day with her pack, her wolves. "There isn't much more time before we must change, myshka." Sergei said, his gray eyes looking at her with the promise of just what would happen to her when they did become wolves. "Yes. Will you need to hunt?" She asked softly and felt more than one chest rumble in the room. "To re establish the bond, yes. We will need to hunt." Yakov stepped forward, his voice was dripping with desire. Anya shivered, nodding as she stood up on shaky legs. "Then I should leave now, I supposed. I wouldn't want to make it too easy for you." "Anya, we have mated with you in our true form before. The wolves inside of us are not going to be gentle, not this time." Sergei told her as he stood. Anya nodded, "But we will bond?" All of the men nodded, she could see that their cocks were already swollen, more than ready to fuck her again, but they would wait for the change. Biting her lip, she sent them each a last look before going back to the elevator and stepping inside. Her eyes were glued to gray ones as she pushed the button and the door closed. When she arrived on the second floor, she walked out into the hallway, then down the staircase and through the entry to the front door. Once outside, not caring that she was completely naked and the night was cool, she made her way around the house and once in the back yard, she started running across the landscaped yard. When Anya reached the back gate of the fence that had been built around the yard, she opened it and closed it behind her. She had already been into the woods behind the house, she'd known she would want to get to know the land she owned a little bit. It would be where her wolves would need to go to hunt her. Looking up, she could see that that the moon was indeed out, and she knew that they were close to midnight. She began to run through the woods now, wanting to get as deep into the forest as she could before the wolves found her. She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the first howl, but it made her whole body shiver from something other than the cold. Anya was nearing the area she'd scouted out a few days ago. Deep in the forest, there were remains to an old cabin, it was basically a shell of a building at this point, but there was some ground around it that was still grassed, with fewer trees. It would be a better place to have her wolves fuck her, and it was far enough from the house that her wolves howls wouldn't wake her children. Anya was heading for the open doorway of the cabin when she saw something huge jump into her path and begin growling at her. Her eyes widened as she took in the enormous brown wolf. She put a hand to her throat as she realized that this was not one of her wolves, but it was most definitely a werewolf. The growl deepened and was joined by many more. Anya looked around to see one wolf after another slowly walk out into the clearing of the cabin, eight? Ten? She couldn't tell, some of them were moving around and she couldn't keep her eyes on them all at once. The brown one seemed to be the alpha, and he was looking at her closely, his chest rumbling as he spoke to his pack. Anya stepped back and he stepped towards her, their eyes not moving from each other. Oh, Jesus, Anya whimpered, where was Sergei? She bit her lip, she was completely naked and she smelled of her cum, and the pack's cum. Didn't that mean that she was claimed? That they couldn't touch her? But the brown didn't seem to care, and he suddenly crouched low and then, using his powerful thigh muscles, jumped into the air towards her and Anya screamed just as a black wolf jumped over Anya and clashed with the strange wolf midair. Anya fell to the ground and felt her body completely covered with hair, another wolf had sat down on her, protecting her from the flurry of movements and growls and claws as the two huge wolves attacked each other in the clearing. Anya could barely see out between the gray hairs that covered her. She figured it was Yakov over her because Sergei would have expected his second to protect her as he fought to alpha of the other pack. She was on her hands and knees, bent down into a ball as she watched, shaking with fear as the two wolves went at each other ferociously. Her ass pushed against the wolf above her as she backed into him farther, afraid of the scene before her. Anya felt his cock start to slowly push out of its protective sheath and she felt the hot, thick tip start to push at her asshole. She gulped her surprise when she felt it slowly, ever so slowly, pierce the quivering muscle and he slipped inside enough to bury his cock head in her ass. Anya let her face drop to her hands on the ground beneath her as she presented her ass to the wolf above her a little better and felt his chest rumble as he pushed completely inside of her colon in one, smooth stroke. The scent and sound of their joining changed something in the air around them, and Sergei was suddenly standing to their side and slightly forward, his body positioned protectively, but still aggressive towards the brown wolf that was now near the tree line, panting heavily. Anya looked up. Both alphas were bloody and out of breath, and she shivered, this was about her, she was causing trouble again. An orgasm hit her and despite the fact that Anya was trying to remain perfectly quiet and still, she cried out, causing the wolf in her ass to howl and begin to shove his hips harder against her ass, his knot finally plunging inside and connecting them tightly. Sergei was growling and his chest was rumbling and the air felt like a storm was happening right above her head until finally, with a snarl and snap of his great teeth, Sergei got the alpha to join the rest of the other pack to leave through the woods and Anya closed her eyes and concentrated on the way Yakov pistoned his cock up inside of her ass. When he came, he howled out his satisfaction and Anya knew that the retreating other pack would hear him. The cock was half swollen when he slipped it from her body and Anya stayed where she was when he moved off of her. The cold air on her back made her shake gently as she moved her eyes up to look at the black wolf that had turned to look down at her. Putting her hands on the ground, Anya finally found the strength to get to her feet and make her way over to the great, black beast, and she put her hands around his big, furry ears as he pushed the top if his large head between her breasts, his cold snout rubbing against her belly button. "I want you to give me my babies back, Sergei." She whispered softly and felt his body tighten against her. He pushed out forcefully with his head, and Anya fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. Her eyes widened as the wolf started to advance on her, a growl directed at her now, and she turned over to start crawling away when she heard him yip at her and his mouth suddenly closed over her ass cheek, the same one that he'd bit before, and the teeth sank in a second time, marking her as his. Anya coughed out a pained whimper as he held on to her ass and shook her gently. Tears filled her eyes as he finally let her go, dropping her hard onto the ground before coming close to lick the wound that he had created. Anya tried to get up again, but he pushed her down, keeping her on her hands and knees as he rounded her and mounted her. His cock plowed hard into her pussy, and Anya felt his front paws wrap around her body and he was fucking her relentlessly. His shaft was huge, veined and pulsing, his knot grew and she tensed as he forced it through the neck of her pussy and his cock was buried into her quaking pussy, locked to her body. She could hear him howl, could feel his cum start to spray inside, knowing that it would continue for a long time, as his more canine form settled onto his haunches. He began to lick her shoulders and neck, his breath uneven as he pumped his seed inside, knowing it would take root in her and she would spend many months pregnant with his pups. The thought was arousing, and Anya pushed back onto him, not caring how uncomfortable it felt to have him stretching her sheath with his shaft. Yegor was at their side and he whined at his alpha as the other wolf pulled from her and took a few moments to lick the cum from her swollen, pink pussy lips. Sergei moved to the side as Anya watched, and Yegor stepped into place, not even hesitating before he lined his cock up with her asshole and he slammed it home high up in her colon. He bucked and growled and forced her to take his cock, and his knot, and eventually, after what seemed like forever, his cum filled her dripping ready ass and Anya felt her eyes roll as she was overwhelmed by what was happening to her. She felt her body give just as she felt a thick, blanket of emotion, desire, love, fill her, and she knew that she was close to being fully bonded to these wolves. All it would take, she knew, was for Grigory to fuck her. Anya was on her hands and knees, the slackening cock of the youngest wolf of the pack slipping from her asshole when her green eyes met the wolf that had yet to fuck her in his true form, and she knew he ached for it, his cock was swollen and stood up from the sheath that normally hid it. The rust colored hair on his body shined in the moonlight and his ears were standing at attention as he waited his turn to plant his cock in her. She smiled, crawling towards the wolf as she watched him sit back on his haunches at her approach. Anya got close enough that she could set her mouth against the side of his cock, and she slid her tongue slowly up the great long length, feeling him shake as she reached the dripping tip. Licking the precum from his hole, she then stuck her tongue into it, hearing him howl above her as she put her hands around the shaft of him and she opened her mouth wide to push his cock head inside, feeling him hit the back of her throat before his girth was stopping her from taking him farther inside. As she began to suck on his great, salty cock, Anya felt a muzzle move in behind her and her pussy and asshole were being sniffed and licked by a wolf against her back. She wasn't sure who it was, as she was concentrating on Grigory, and even with the probing tongue that filled her pussy, Anya refused to disconnect from the cock in her mouth. It was only when the wolf behind started to push his muzzle up against her mound and lift her into the air that Anya popped off the cock she'd been sucking desperately. She looked behind her and felt sharp claws turn her around, and she felt her ass ground against the rust colored wolf as the alpha, her alpha, pushed her towards Grigory more forcefully. Anya felt Grigory move to his back, and she lifted herself and positioned her asshole over Grigory's swollen cock. She knew by the sound Sergei made that he approved, and he tilted his head slightly as she lowered herself, her head tipping back as she ate the cock with her ass, moving down until she was sitting fully on top of the wolf beneath, his howls were furious as she ground down over him. She felt Sergei move up and push onto his back legs, his cock reaching for her, and Anya used her hands to guide him into her pussy. Her body was hot, covered in sweat and dirt from the ground, and she was filled with two massive cocks that were now taking turns driving in and out of her. Anya felt their knots, knew that they would not stop pumping inside until they'd rammed those into her and she felt her body drop back to lie against Grigory. She came hard, squeezing at their cocks, milking them of their cum. She knew it would not be long until Sergei's seed took root, and then she would get to have all her pack in her pussy. 'You belong to us now, Anya.' A deep voice said in her head and Anya stiffened for a moment, her eyes wide as she looked up at the wolf thrusting into her cunt. 'You accepted the bond this time, myshka. You'll always be able to hear us now.' Anya moaned and let her head drop to the side, Yakov had spoken in her head this time, and she could see him sitting close by, watching them. "I love you." She whimpered, her eyes closing as she concentrated on listening to what they all said, what they all felt, about the bond that had slowly, but completely taken hold of her body. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 30: Finale Sunlight poked through the heavy closed curtains of her bedroom, and Anya stretched on her bed, feeling warm from not only the thick bedspread, but the large male bodies that were piled around her on the bed. Smiling, she opened her eyes to see the still sleeping form of Sergei, who was holding her tightly against him. She could feel his leg thrown over her body, one hand tucked against her ass as the other held her tightly by the throat. Even in sleep, the man was drawn to her, and she felt warmed and thankful for it. Yakov was on her other side, his left hand was resting between her thighs, his thumb halfway nudged into her pussy. His hairy chest was pressed against her back as it rose and fell in slow, steady breaths. Anya knew that Yegor and Grigory were on either side of the men who were touching her, and she remembered faintly being brought back to the room in the early morning hours, bathed quickly and then they had put her on the bed, each licking and kissing her on various parts of her body until she'd fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep against them. Anya ran a hand over her stomach slowly, knowing that she was pregnant, knowing a litter from Sergei alone was taking root in her womb. She smiled as she buried her face in Sergei's shoulder, her arms wrapping more tightly around the man as he stirred against her. His eyes were just opening when she pushed her mouth against his and kissed him deeply. "Myshka, you must sleep some more." He chuckled as he put a hand on the side of her face. "Nonsense. How can I sleep when I've got such hot men in my bed with me?" Anya smiled as she felt the hand between her thighs, or more specifically, the thumb, push harder up inside her wet pussy. "Mama!" A young boy's voice called from a doorway that had just been opened. Anya gasped as she sat up, holding the sheet to her naked chest as she looked to see Sam standing in her doorway. She could feel the men around her moving off the bed, grabbing boxers or jeans and covering themselves quickly as she got off of the bed, as well, sheets wrapped around her, and she walked over to the little boy in the doorway. "What is it, Sam? What's wrong?" Anya asked as she got down to her knees in front of the boy. "I can see you, Mama." He said to her as he moved close and touched hear face on each side. "Sam? What are you talking about?" Anya frowned, looking at Sergei as he came to stand beside her. "In my head, Mama. I can see you. I can see you, and this room, I see Sergei at your side, and Yakov and Yegor, and even Grigory. But it keeps shifting around." Sam told her, his eyes were still not directly on her face. "Sam, I don't understand." "Anya, when the litter inside you is born, they will be bonded to the pack, they'll be able to hear other pack members, and in most cases, see what they project." Sergei looked at the brunette who was looking at her child in shock. "Are you telling me that Sam, that my kids are bonded somehow? That Sam can hear you, that he can SEE through you?" Anya shook her head, but she could already feel it was true herself. She could feel Sam's excitement, could sense the conversation that he was already having silently with the pack. Tears filled Anya's eyes as she looked down at her son and kissed him several times on the forehead as he moved into her embrace. "Mama, you're beautiful." His words made her moan out a sob and she covered her mouth with a hand as she pulled him fully into her embrace.. "Myshka, this shouldn't be happening. If they were human, it wouldn't-." Yakov shook his head. "But I'm a light siren, and so are my kids." Anya stood up and faced the rest of the pack. "Anya, so little is known about your kind. They've been extinct, or believed to be extinct for a very long time. We don't know what all your powers actually are. The idea that your children could bond to us when you did is not as unimaginable as we might like to believe." Sergei shrugged his shoulders, pulling her into his arms and he kissed her on the throat. "I don't know how we explain this all." Anya sighed as she looked down at where Yegor had gotten on his knees in front of her son and was smiling as the boy reached out and touched his nose and chin and ears at the request of the man. "We have plenty of time, myshka," Sergei said as he looked down at the scene, "and some things will just happen naturally." The next few weeks were strange for Anya, as her family adjusted to their new lives in Duluth. Sergei hadn't been overly pleased that she'd gotten a job. He seemed to want her at home, where he felt she was safe from the many packs of wolves that lived in the area. Apparently, the wolf pack that had encroached on her land the other night had been doing so illegally for years because the former owners hadn't visited the area much. Sergei and Yakov had met with them a few days after and there would be no more incidents like the one of the full moon in the future, they would need to find a new place to hunt. A few of the wolves of the other pack had actually requested to join with Sergei's, but Sergei had been very blunt in his rejection of a larger pack size. His pack would not share Anya. She belonged to them, and no one else. Anya was already feeling exhausted, her pregnancy wasn't showing yet, but she knew that the seed had indeed filled her with new life. Sergei was very attentive to her, if he was in the house, he was always very close by, and he had a difficult time keeping his hands to himself whenever he caught her scent. Her children had adjusted to the bond a lot more easily than Anya had imagined they would. Sam was able to see through the eyes of Anya now, as well, and he would describe things around them in vivid detail. When he was at school, it was a little more difficult, as he and Penny were not in the same classrooms, but having some sight was better than none at all, and Sam was flourishing from his new ability. Penny had been shy about it, and had cried the first few times she'd heard the pack speaking to her. But the men and Anya had been very patient with her, and she'd slowly allowed them to enter her mind one at a time until she felt comfortable. A lot was blocked from the children, which Anya realized quickly was easy to do once you adjusted to the bond. Her children were not privy to the sight of her with the wolves, and they didn't know everything that was said between them, as well. It was all very G-rated where her kids were concerned. The weirdest part of it had happened on Halloween. The four men had gone with Anya and her kids trick or treating. Penny had dressed as Red Riding Hood, and Sam had dressed as a zombie. Oscar was a puppy, and the three were enjoying going from door to door, saying trick or treat, and getting candy from the neighborhoods they had driven to in Duluth. Twig was much more sparse. "Candy!" A voice had pushed through their minds and the adults had chuckled, knowing the children were excited. But the voice had been insistent, and suddenly, they'd sensed Grigory stiffen and look down at the one and a half year old in his arms, who they'd kept with them as the others went to each door. Her little green eyes were glued to his blue ones and this time, they heard an audible "Canny!" Anya had gasped, Dina had garbled out sounds before, but she had been slow to start saying much more than 'mama' before now. None of them had expected much of a response to the bond from the little child, but it was obvious that she knew it was there, and Anya had moved her to her and hugged her close, kissing her forehead as she smiled down at her. "All right, Dina. Grigory will take you to get some candy." Anya had said and watched as Grigory took the little girl up to the next house. After that day, Dina had said a few more things, and it had been nothing short of amazing to understand her young daughter through this new bond. There was a closeness between them all now that seemed very solid, intense, and it pulled them together quite forcefully. Even when her children were at school, she could sense them talking to her, or the other wolves, and she found herself doing the same while she was working, or when the wolves were at their jobs. Grigory wasn't the only one that worked. Sergei was a mechanic, and Yegor worked for him in the garage that he owned. Yakov worked on the docks in Duluth. Now that she was fully bonded to them, however, there was barely a time when she was home that they weren't with her, and Sergei met her for lunch every day at work. He'd been introduced to her co-workers as her fiancé, and even when they were in public all together, it was Sergei that she would be closest to, or hold hands with. He was the alpha, and his needs were always met first. It was only when she was with one of the other wolves one on one that she would hold their hand, or cuddle close to them in a restaurant. It wasn't uncomfortable, however, and the other wolves always seemed to be very accepting of their position. Their sexual relationship continued to be intense. Sergei had told her that it had pained the wolves to not fuck her the way they'd planned the night they bonded, but they'd held back, not wanting to have the other pack return and catch them off guard. Within a week, they took her back out to the abandoned cabin on her land and had changed into their wolf forms without the presence of the large, round sphere whole in the night sky. Anya had watched them shift in shaky anticipation for the first time and had been in awe at the way their bodies had elongated and grown covered with hair before her wide green eyes. She'd felt her skin crawl with need and her pussy had clenched against the wetness that had begun to leak from her as the four large wolves had stalked around her from all sides. She was bit, first by Sergei, and then almost immediately, Yakov had sunk his teeth in over the mark that the alpha had placed on her. He'd pulled her roughly and she'd fallen down. He was licking the wound closed as a third wolf bit in to the opposite ass cheek and Anya cried out, knowing it would happen even before Yegor moved in to bite her over the mark that Grigory had just left. Once she'd been claimed by all four of them, Anya had felt them lick the wounds until they were healed, and then she was forced onto her hands and knees, and she had felt the first cock slam home inside her pussy. The coupling had been intense, the heavy thrusts insatiable and Anya was knocked into her stomach, which she protected quickly with her hands as the wolf over her had howled and forced her to take his knot, pulling from her an orgasm that made her shake against him. He had pulled out of her after he came and Anya had only a moment to breathe before she was pushed up to her knees again, and a second cock came down from behind. She had no idea whose it was, nor had she known who'd fucked her first, as it was dark and she couldn't see their hulking bodies behind her. The second cock pumped into her, coming inside, sliding out and the forceful fuck was repeated with the third, and then the fourth. By the time they'd all fucked her pussy, Anya was whimpering, her breath coming in shallow, rapid pants and she had fallen to the grassy ground she'd been dumped on, thankful for the coolness of the ground beneath her. She'd rolled weakly onto her back and looked up to see four panting, excited wolves standing over her, their mouths moving down to her body to lick her breasts, her throat, her belly and her pussy that was now leaking out torrents of their cum. Anya had shivered and found herself caught up in another powerful orgasm as they used their tongues on her body. When Sergei had moved in between her legs, she'd gladly pulled them wide for him as he crouched down and pushed his cock back up inside. They'd spent the entire night fucking her, and while she'd cum on their cocks and delighted in the feel, they had not been gentle with her, and had forced her to take them deep in all three of the holes that they could breech. She'd learned that night just how much her body belonged to these four wolves, and Anya felt desperately in love with them. It was hard for her to remember loving anything else so deeply, and she knew she never would again. Months went by and Anya slowly grew bigger with the litter that had taken root inside of her. She'd went to see an obstetrician that Sergei knew. She'd been surprised to learn that the man was a werewolf, and wasn't surprised at all when he'd used an ultra-sound on her and had seen seven fetuses within her womb. Anya had gasped, however, wondering exactly how she'd be able to birth so many at once. The doctor had told her that she would give birth at home, that when it was time, he would go to her house to ensure a smooth whelping. She would birth pups, he had told her, and they would be able to pass through her vaginal canal relatively smoothly. Yu's egg had hatched, and the baby was a boy, who he'd named Li, and then about a week later, Zheng's egg had hatched, producing a girl. They were both fully dragon. Zheng was more than a little smitten with his new baby, Zhen. Anya had received a ton of text message pictures of the two. Not long after, there was a delivery at her door of large framed black and white photos of the two babies. Anya often went to the room that had been decorated for them and stood looking at the little ones with a painful tug to her heart. These were her babies, even if they didn't live with her. She ached for them, and knew it frustrated Sergei to see her in pain, standing in the room, her hands rubbing her growing stomach, but there was little he could do. "You should tell Wei to come and visit." A deep voice said from the doorway and Anya turned around to see Yakov standing there, his muscled shoulder leaning against the frame. "Is the pack ready for that?" She asked softly, her voice shaking a little. "Is the pack ready to see our female's other lover and children? Anya, we will never be ready for that, but you need to see them. Before the pups are born. You will be very busy with them after." He stepped into the room and wrapped his big arms around her body. The visit had involved the entire Lotus family coming to Duluth. Sergei had practically paced holes into the floor of the house as he dealt with the apprehension he felt at the visit. He knew that Anya was fully bonded to the pack, but she had been with the dragons, and had children with them. It was all well and good when they were halfway around the world, but he worried that their arrival would stir up feelings that she swore did not exist anymore. Sergei's worry about the siren within her made the others worry as well, despite Anya's constant insistence that she loved them, and that she just wanted to see her children. Anya hung back by Grigory's side when they arrived, and Sergei opened the door slowly. His protective stance was not missed by the man standing just outside the door, two toddler-sized children in his arms. When Anya saw them, she gasped, how had they gotten big so fast? They saw her and smiled, running to her immediately despite the nervous shifting of the men around her. Anya knelt down awkwardly, her big belly making it hard to do anything quickly these days, and wrapped her arms around both little children, bringing them up to her in a tight hug. "They're so big, Wei!" Anya kissed Ju-long's cheek, and then Mei's who was staring at her with a big grin on her face, her hands on either side of Anya's cheeks. "They will be fully mature in about five human years, Anya." Wei stepped inside only after Sergei motioned for him to enter. "Goodness." Anya said as she stood back upright, her hands holding the two children's little ones. "This is Zhen." Zheng said as he stepped through the doorway, Shu entering timidly at his side. He was holding a little baby girl, dressed in a long-sleeved yellow dress and white tights. She was awake, and her brown eyes were taking in the world around her. "Zhen." Anya smiled softly as she repeated the name, her green eyes smiling as she removed her grip on the two little ones near her legs to take the little girl from her father's arms and cuddle her close. Anya cooed and kissed the little girl and looked up at Grigory with a smile on her face. "She is so beautiful." She told him, watching him slowly nod, his eyes had taken in the little girl quickly and then returned to the dragons in the room. Anya bit her lip, all four of the wolves were tensed as if they were expecting a fight. "Anya." Yu's voice sounded from the doorway and all four wolves growled menacingly at him, making the two little children clutch her around her legs in fear. "Yu, I'd like to see Li. Please come in." Anya glared at the wolves and walked towards the door, baby still in hand, and she looked down at the little boy that she'd made with Yu, albeit not entirely with her permission. The baby seemed just a smidgen bigger than the little girl she was holding, and he was asleep. His little mouth opened in an "o" as he slept. Anya kissed his forehead and then motioned for them all to go into the family room in the back of the house. There was a playroom off of it that she had left her other children playing in. When they saw the Lotus family, Penny squealed in happiness and ran over to get scooped up by Shu in a big hug. Oscar shyly approached Wei who was now squatting with his two as he pointed to some of the toys in the room. Sam held back a moment as he took in what he was seeing through the eyes of the pack. Anya still had to remind herself that Sam could see now, if only through the eyes of those bonded to the pack. The visit had went well, Sergei had eventually calmed when he realized that Anya's attention and love had been focused on the children that were partly hers, and not on the men that had given them to her. Wei, Yu, and Zheng were very respectful to her in the presence of the wolves, and Zheng took time to speak with Sergei and address what the alpha would expect from them. Anya would be a part of the lives of her children, all of them, and Sergei explained in very blunt terms that from that point on, Anya's relationship with the dragons would be platonic, and her human/siren children would never be forced to breed with a dragon, or anyone, for that matter, unless they chose to do so. It was very clear that Sergei had every intention of insuring that her children would never want to consider doing such a thing. They had stayed for almost a week before leaving, and Anya had been sad to see them go, her tears falling silently down her cheeks as she watched their vehicles pull out of her long driveway. Yegor had eventually scooped her into his arms when they were out of sight, and had taken her upstairs and laid her down on the bed in their bedroom and snuggled close to her, his big arms wrapped tightly around her body as she eventually began to sob and cling to him. She knew that they couldn't stay, but it was hard to see them leave, and it would be every time that it happened. Not long after, Anya wasn't able to work anymore, she was just too awkward with the weight of her stomach now. After some arguing with Sergei, she had resigned from her position instead of just going on medical leave. He had assured her that she would not have time to go back to work with the pups. Once she started ovulating again, he had told her, she would be bred again. These pups were from the alpha, she would need to have at least one litter from the pack, if not more. Anya wouldn't be surprised if it was many more, the wolves were very randy about her, their hands and mouths always touching and tasting, especially when she wasn't able to be intimate with them as easily. Anya was sitting on the balcony of the room she referred to as the 'loving room' when Sergei came out from inside and dropped a few pieces of mail on the short side table near the chair she was lounging on. She looked up at him in the dim morning light and smiled, he wore nothing, despite the fact that it was still very cool outside. They'd just been on the bed, he'd been slowly working his cock in and out of her ass for what had seemed like hours and Anya had purred in satisfaction as he'd finally cum inside, his arms yanking her hard back against his chest. Anya Goes to Vorhees Ch. 30: Finale "It's not fair how sexy you look when I look like the Goodyear Blimp." Anya sighed, her eyes moving over him from head to foot as he slowly seated himself on a chair beside her. "Seeing you swollen with my pups makes me want to fuck you til you break, myshka. You have no idea how wild it makes me to see you like this." Sergei's voice rumbled low and Anya felt her skin heat up a little. Well, a lot. "We're supposed to be taking it easy, Sergei, that's what the doctor said. Don't make me want to jump your bones...again." Anya frowned at him as she picked up the envelope with the handwritten address on the outside. It didn't have a return address on it, and she wondered where it was from. Opening the envelope, she pulled out the crisp, folded paper inside and read the letter twice before putting it down, her breath was unsteady and Sergei was growling and had moved out of his chair to face her, on his knees. It was from Mr. Hughes. He had finally figured out what she was. Apparently, Alexandru had visited and they'd had an argument about it. He had been rather upset about it, he had written, as he had a tragic history with her kind. Although he hadn't elaborated as to what that past was, Anya felt a cold shiver work through her body as she remembered what the lawyer had told her. He had apologized needlessly, and she could see the massive guilt about what he'd done through his elegantly scrawled words. He also apologized for what he had tried to do with Marc Caffey. Anya frowned again as she thought about the man that she'd dated, she had forgotten about him entirely these past several months with her pack. Sergei's hand moved to her inner thigh as he began rubbing his scruffy cheek against the side of her tender breast. He and the other wolves had taken to licking at the liquid that now seeped from the twin ripening mounds. It made her body go hot and she frowned down at the needy wolf, he was trying to take her mind off of the letter. "He said congratulations on my impending litter." She said softly, finally letting him spread her legs a little farther apart. "Angels are the most jealous of non-humans." Sergei chuckled in satisfaction, his finger slipped up to rub against her clit. "Mr. Hughes isn't bad, Sergei, he's just-he just...ohhhhh." Anya dropped her head back against the chair she was on as he pushed a finger inside of her pussy. "He just wants what can never belong to him." Sergei rumbled out the words as he pushed a second finger into the wet fold, feeling her walls clench down against him, her juice already slickening the passage. "Oh, oh, oh FUCK, Sergei!" Anya had felt an orgasm begin to build as he manipulated her pussy with his hand, and then she'd felt a pressure turn painful deep inside and fluid had gushed out against his hand and spilled from her. Sergei breathed in the smell and a smile spread on his lips as he sent his gray eyes knowingly up to her green ones. Anya panted, her body tightening now, her hands going to rest on her belly. "Is it time?" She whimpered, sitting more up right as another pressure began to mount within her, his hand had slipped from the passage and he stood up and howled. Sergei bent down and took her face between his hands and kissed her soundly on the lips. "It's time, Anya. Today, you give birth to the first of many many litters." Anya smiled, knowing from the sound near the elevator door that it was coming up, and that there would be several wolves inside. Sergei picked her up from the chair and took her back inside to lay her down on the bed that they had vacated a short time ago. She was ready for this, ready to truly be a part of this pack, and these pups were the final step in her being claimed by the tall, muscled men that soon seeemed to fill the room around her. Her eyes moved to each of them lovingly. She belonged here, with them, and she would never leave, nor would they. Their bond was solid, unbreakable, and filled with love. It was more than she could have asked for, and everything that she had ever wanted. Her eyes were filled with tears as Yakov bent over her to kiss her forehead, "I love you." *~*~* Author's note: Thank you all so very much for all the wonderful praise, suggestions, and comments about this story. Writing about Anya has been very rewarding for me, and I tried to make these characters come alive on page. Hopefully, some of them did for you, as well. As much as we are sad (and please count me in that number!!) that Anya's story has 'ended,' please know that I have plenty left to write about, and many MANY of these characters may show up in future stories on this site. Even Anya, or word of her...we shall see. For those of you who are ready to set fire to your computer because Mr. Hughes and Anya didn't end up together, please forgive me...sometimes things happen and stories progress in ways that we do not expect. I ask that you still those matches or flame throwers and keep in mind that I love Mr. Hughes immensely and that his story is NOT finished. Not at all...