Erica shrugged. "I knew that this was a possibility when I came here and it's not like this is my first rodeo with a supernatural," she admitted, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. At the same time, though, she sought out Kimberly's free hand so that they could all be connected in silent support for one another.
A buzzer sounded, catching their attention. All the doors to the holding pens swung open and the Werewolves, all in their humanoid wolf form with their silver collars on, started filing out to see what was going on. The biggest and baddest looking one, the Pack Alpha that Kimberly knew as Fenrir, paused from where he exited with his pack mate and looked down at them. "Well... that was quick..." he rumbled before coming down the stairs. "I did not expect Tillis the Betrayer to honor that request."
"Hi Fenrir," Kimberly said in a sarcastically bored voice from where she lay at, her eyes tracking the direction of his voice as he momentarily moved out of view. "How's my baby doing?" she asked, turning back to serious.
"He is doing well," Fenrir told her, walking up on his hind legs and looking down at the three of them. "He is strong, just like his mother," he acknowledged her role in the baby's birthing with a formal bow of his head. "He will be a good warrior once he is old enough."
Tears glistened in Kimberly's eyes and she forced a smile. While she passed the months away at a time while in either the Prison Creature or those damn tubes that Tillis made, the fruit of her own loins and that of a Werewolf was growing up. "Can I see him?" she asked, her normally hard voice hitching at the request.
"We have been expanding this barn above and below and are keeping the females who are raising the young sequestered away from this main communal place as this is where we work out, socialize, feed, and... other... activities," his lustful gaze swept over her body. "We can also keep them away from the Hunters as much as possible. I don't think that even Tillis has the nerve to try and separate us from our young. I will have Carthel take you to his mate, Lyra, later once the Hunters see fit to release you from the bedding." Fenrir explained.
Kimberly nodded her understanding. Carthel had been the lucky one to knock her up the first time around. They were able to tell by scent alone who the father was and after that was determined, Kimberly slept with Carthel and Lyra until the baby was born. The same thing was going to happen this time as well. She made the quick introductions and Fenrir nodded to each of them in turn.
Fenrir's attention fixated onto Amanda. "You are untouched?" he noted after getting a good wiff of her scent. "Aside from those creatures that Tillis has spawned, that is?" Amanda managed a shaky nod. "Do not worry, little one, we will be as gentle as possible with you until you have acclimated to our bodies."
"Don't I get a say in this?" Amanda asked, panicked.
"Sadly, none of us have a say in this. We are all prisoners here." Fenrir shook his head. "All things being equal; you'd have a choice in the matter to mate with us or not. Tillis does this to remind us that he is in charge and that he holds the power of life and death over us now thanks to our arrogance and our blind hatred for the Vampires." His eyes focused on Amanda. "Unfortunately, were we to simply ignore you and leave you untouched and unsullied, Tillis would come in here and force copulation upon you. Or, worse, he might take one of our females to throw to his creature."
Kimberly squeezed Amanda's hand in rapid succession to get her attention. "Its a triage thing with them; he has to think of the pack and while he sympathizes with us, he can't do the noble and honorable thing that would damage the pack," she added in. "It sucks but it's literally a rock and a hard place. If they could free us and avoid repercussions, they'd do it in a heartbeat.
"Yes... exactly." Fenrir confirmed. "Now... we will have to find someone suitable to not only mate with you but to care for the young after they're born..." His eyes scanned his pack and then he started barking and howling out orders while pointing and gesturing with his clawed hand. Six Werewolves came up; four male and two female. "This is Trnald and Dasha. They were mated long before our enslavement and have yet to reproduce. Erica, you look the most like Dasha when she is in her human form. So I will have Trnald be with you."
Erica looked at the pair and nodded. Both of them smiled back at her. "I assure you," Dasha replied, leaning over to give Erica as much of a big hug that she could despite Erica being restrained on the bed. "No... I
swear
to you that your child will have a loving home with us and you will always be welcomed in our den." Erica nodded back, tears now glistening in her eyes as she was overcome with emotion.
Fenrir motioned the next pair over in front of Amanda. "This is Yovel and Barald, two young males who are hopelessly in love with each other. Naturally they cannot bear young themselves but they will make a strong family unit. They will be best suited for you as they will be gentle."
Amanda blinked, curiosity and surprise overtaking her fear. "You're gay?" she blurted out before realizing how that sounded.
Yovel and Barald both laughed. "Bi, actually," Yovel corrected her. "We both had female mates who were killed in the war with the Vampires. The four of us had been extremely close before. After our mates died, we just naturally gravitated to each other for support."
Kimberly could see that, just like she'd done before, Amanda's heart broke at their bittersweet tale. Kimberly remembered her time with those two fondly as they kept her nice and filled up in both holes in their attempt to impregnate her. The memory made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "You'll like them, dear," she reassured Amanda. "I don't think that Fenrir could've picked a better couple for you." Amanda smiled back in response.
"This is Elias and Glinda," Fenrir motioned to the last couple as brought them in front of Kimberly. "And please, no showtunes jokes; we've heard them all from the Hunters. Glinda was injured when the Vampires attacked the compound here last year. Our healers and Tillis' doctors just confirmed that she's now barren."
"I will be a good mother to your child," Glinda declared with a trace of fear and panic as if Kimberly could just up and walk out of here and say no to the whole ordeal.
Kimberly gave her a reassuring smile. "That alone tells me that you will," she said. Her eyes flicked up to Fenrir. "We should probably get started before Tillis and his goons come in here and screw your plans for selective breeding up."
"I agree," Fenris nodded. "We will give you privacy for this first mating but I cannot guarantee that after today as after we confirm that you're pregnant, I'm going to allow the pack to have you in turn." With that, he motioned for the assembled members of the pack to get on with their duties while he took Dasha and Glinda under each arm to lead the sad women away while their men stayed behind to impregnate Erica and Kimberly.
*
Within her stasis tube, Jen watched as Kimberly, Erica, and Amanda were taken out of their tubes, lined up, and marched out. Naturally, she couldn't do anything except observe out of the corners of her eyes. She couldn't even turn her head left or right. That was how much control the Facehuggers exerted over her body as they were attached to her head and abdomen. She knew that a couple of things were going down from recent changes and decided that it was time to report in.
She feigned sleep by closing her eyes and she concentrated on the relay that had been established. Looking back on it, she had to applaud the sheer genius of Brad's fallback plan. The last two Lurkers that she'd birthed were setup in places so that when she was brought here to Tillis' Estate compound, they'd provide a direct relay link to Newhaven. The Magi, from what she'd learned when she reestablished contact with Brad, might have magical wards setup to prevent long range telepathy between a Lurker and a Caretaker, but they didn't have it setup to prevent Lurkers that were nearby. The Lurker Young that she'd birthed were acting as single amplifiers.
Jen was under explicit orders not to let on that she had this power. Even she didn't have all the specifics as to what Skulker had done to her body to allow her to do this and that was to protect the methodology. Brad always apologized to her but she kept on telling him that it was okay. Where other women had found hell, she'd found heaven and loved every minute of it.
Brad?
She mentally spoke along the relay link.
Brad?
Are you there?
Hold on...
Brad's mind replied. She felt a wave of sexual release from his end and then he was back.
Sorry about that... you caught me in the middle of something.
