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Chapter 2 of the story.

I'd intended this chapter to be much longer (it's *really* short compared to my other works) but I realised that I wanted to break right where I did because the tone will be shifting (if gradually) soon after the events depicted. The subsequent events really deserve their own chapter.

I had started with the intent of three chapters. I'm probably going to go to four (maybe five).

I also kind of wanted to get *anything* up after so much inactivity just to show that I am alive.

Also, I've done so little on this because -- in addition to lots of other obligations (and a hard drive crash that killed a previous draft of this, though that may be for the best) -- I have been working on other stories (three others, besides this one). One is actually very near completion and will probably be the next to be uploaded (if I can stay motivated, expect it next week).

The Three Little Pigs II: Lyra's Game by Bartaugh

Chapter 2: Daily Routine

Lyra awoke.

For less than half a second the piglet told herself that the events of the previous evening had been a nightmare, though it was the sort of attempted self-delusion that was so obvious that she could not even fool herself. Even had she not awoken upon a cold, stone floor and even had she not felt a lingering soreness between her legs she still would not have been able to push away the reality of the horrors that she had witnessed and the horrors that she had directly experienced.

Following another few seconds of unsuccessful attempts at denial, the young piglet slowly lifted her head upward. Her captors -- in her groggy state she was unable to recall if she had ever known the names of the wolf and the pig -- were seated at their dining table but in a way that suggested that they had just recently arrived after their own slumber rather than that they had remained there since she had fallen asleep.

Sara was on the table also. At least, Lyra assumed that the assorted, disorganized collection of gnawed bones was Sara; while their disorganized collection and the absence of flesh (even on the disturbingly clean-looking skull) made identifying the subject as even porcine impossible, Lyra didn't think to consider that the wolf and pig had lured yet another unsuspecting victim in the home to be roasted and entirely devoured in the short time that she had slumbered which was just as well because they had not.

Lyra blinked. Now aware of who was in the room with her, her mind began processing what was happening around her. Cutler and Vincent were seated side-by-side, and both were watching her for reasons that she did not yet understand. Cutler's left hand was reaching to Vincent. She noticed that first; a second later she comprehended that his hand was actually in the wolf's lap and yet another second after that she noticed that the piglet boy was slowly masturbating his lupine lover. Her face screwed up in disgust, partly because of the deed itself but partly also because the pair were staring at her while doing it. The realization that she was laying on her back, with her slightly spread legs pointed toward the two males and thus giving them both an excellent view of her only recently deflowered twat did not occur to her for another moment but she did manage a squeal of humiliation and a sudden attempt to close her thighs when she finally did comprehend where the predators' eyes were focused.

An awkward moment -- for Lyra, at least -- passed when she attempted to sit up and to cover herself as best she could while she alternated between looking apprehensively toward her captors and turning her head away in shame; little of the wolf and cannibal pig seemed to change between glances, though the pair did show increasing amusement at the girl's evident indecision. Eventually realising that her situation could improve very little, the piglet girl finally settled for sitting upright with her hands between her legs in what was more a mockery of modesty than the real thing and with her head turned away so as not to catch the cruel gazes of her captors. The sudden sound of her cage door opening thus gave her a start, as she hadn't realised that enough time had elapsed to allow Vincent and Cutler to stand and walk to her, much less enough for them to also unlock and unlatch her cage. Her startled hesitation from that sudden discovery allowed the predatory pair to seize her, with Vincent taking hold of her shoulders to push her back to the floor and Cutler forcefully spreading her thighs apart.

The cage had, since Lyra had been thrown into it, seemed cramped and small but Vincent and Cutler easily fit in with her; the wolf had to stoop to step in fully, but he otherwise did not seem too tightly squeezed even with the company. She became unnecessarily lost in that realization, which allowed Cutler to easily part her thighs. While she possessed sufficient leg strength to resist and to reverse the piglet boy's tugs, she did not realise the need to do so until the wolf had already knelt in front of her and, now, his much stronger legs blocked her own.

He was leaning over her, his broad hands still keeping her shoulders held near the floor. He was looking down at her, but not into her eyes; his gaze was obviously focused between her legs and she didn't have to see the warm flesh rubbing sidelong against the cleft of her sex to know what it was. Cutler had moved beside his lupine lover, and the eager piglet boy's arm was reaching to the wolf's crotch. Lyra still watched the wolf's face, but she didn't need to look downward to feel thick cockflesh being manipulated, shifted and then pushed against her crotch. Her labia lips were tickled with obviously deliberate intensity and then they were rather teasingly spread open just before Vincent's tip was guided in.

What was coming was obvious, and Lyra squeezed her eyes shut in response to the dreaded imminent intrusion. Vincent's cock didn't so much thrust into her as it sank, slowly, with Cutler's hand always at it as if gently guiding it inside, the piglet boy also continually playing his digits upon her vulva and clitoris as though being raped by the wolf were not sufficiently degrading. Each inch that entered her stretched her further and strained her, though not as painfully as she had anticipated even considering the still lingering soreness from her previous night's fucking. Still, Vincent was noticeably larger than was Cutler and once the wolf's furry balls were resting upon her rump, Lyra was feeling more than a little pain mixed in with the tingling (and unwanted) pleasure.

Cutler's paw slipped out from between the wolf and the pig girl. Where the boy went, Lyra did not see, as her eyes remained tightly closed. The wolf's hips drew back, slowly, tugging his cock back so gradually that the wet noise of pussyflesh gripping and tugging against cockflesh was clearly audible to all. Three inches, no more, withdrew before Vincent paused only briefly enough to draw in a breath and then his hips pushed forward again and he once more immersed his cock fully into the hot, squeezing depths of Lyra's sexual tunnel. The wolf paused again, then drew back -- further this time -- and slammed in again. The next pause was shorter in duration, and the next after that nearly nonexistent. And then the wolf was not pausing at all; he was thrusting continually, forcefully, shaking the girl's hips against the floor as he settled into a proper fucking rhythm.

The wolf's cock made its presence known, and its movements, shifting within the girl's vagina, grinding up against sensitive, tingling female flesh with each pass. Lyra couldn't ignore that, much as she tried to shut out the sensation by closing her eyes and turning her head away. Her attempt at self-distraction proved even more fruitless when a new sensation -- warm, wet, soft but grinding -- hit her clitoris. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that Cutler's head was down with Vincent's cock; the piglet boy was licking over her clit and her spread labia while his lover fucked her, once more getting his taste of her cunt.

Lyra may have been able to push the forceful, continuous stimulation brought by Vincent's thrusting cock out of her mind were that the only tease between her legs, but the clumsy yet firm administrations of Cutler's tongue added just too much sensation to ignore. The young piglet girl's vaginal muscles squeezed and contracted in a reflexive attempt to push away the unwanted intruder, but her efforts -- not quite guided by rational consideration -- only further stimulated and encouraged Vincent to bear more of his weight upon her and to thrust faster, increasing the growing tingling sensation within her loins and prompting her to squeeze down even more, which of course only drove Vincent further. The wolf's cocktip pressed tightly and firmly against the most sensitive regions of her inner walls, his hips angled with obvious expertise in properly plowing pubescent porcine pussy and now Lyra felt intense licking, then suckling, and then nibbling upon her swollen clit. Without thought, her knees drew up as best they could and without control her hips jerked. She felt her sexual passage practically pulsating around Vincent's deeply buried shaft, and then she clamped down upon that cock as he body went rigid and shuddered from an intense and quite forced orgasm. A cry emerged from her, mostly carrying the cries of the pleasure that originated in her loins and rippled throughout her body but also bearing a sob of shame from the humiliating surrender of her flesh to these cruel predators. Warmth filled her, though she did not realise until a few seconds later that the warmth originated from Vincent's cum flooding her spasming sexual walls, indicated by the lupine's staggered and slightly breathless howl of pleasure.

And then it was done. Vincent remained upon the girl, feeling quite heavy for the few seconds that he lingered before pushing himself up and slowly tugging his softening shaft from her still tingling sex, the spent member giving a few final twitches before leaving that snug passage; a sheen was visible in his crotchfur, thanks to the heavy coating of juices that Lyra hand managed to gush moments earlier. Cutler rose up also, giving a lick of his lips and then -- quite unexpectedly to Lyra -- Vincent pulled the boy to him, the male piglet's backside beneath the wolf's chest. A whisper went into the boy's ear and smile crossed his lips, and Lyra felt her head suddenly grabbed up in the wolf's free paw, held firmly and tightly to keep her in place despite her reflexive urge to tug away. Cutler's hips came to her view, and the wolfpaw not keeping her head held was stroking the boy's achingly hard cock as porcine hips thrusting to the large, furry fingers. Lyra watched the male pig's balls bouncing for a second and remained confused for a second longer until a dawning realisation of horror crossed her mind and etched itself upon her face. Her struggles redoubled, but all efforts to wriggle free of the wolf's grasp were in vain. Her eyes widened in fear and she opened her muzzle up to squeal out in a panic, but her voice was cut off by an onrushing gush of semen, shooting so hard that it hit her throat before splattering a line on her tongue.

She sputtered, nearly gagged, and her effort at pulling free become more random, if neither more powerful nor effective. Another streak hit her snout and drew a line down over her lips and to her chin. Another would have hit her right in the eye had she not shut it in time. More spurts followed, mostly on her jaw, her left cheek, her snout and just at her left eye, but a few found their way onto her forehead and, thanks to her movement, two managed to splatter upon her right cheek.

Now it was really over. Lyra was released, and she just fell back dumbly, traumatized into still silence as the wolf and his piglet lover rose and exited the cage, locking it behind them. Vincent returned to the dining table and pulled up the cloth that covered it, wrapping Sara's remains into it and tying it into a contained bundle. Cutler followed over a moment later, and then the wolf addressed the girl in the cage again.

"We're gonna go bury your sister..."

Lyra didn't respond, unless a dull-looking blink was intended as a response. Still, she didn't quite look catatonic, so the wolf assumed that he was understood well enough; he turned to leave, but after two steps he paused, turned back, and added, "Don't worry. We won't fill in the hole just yet. Not until you're in there with her."

Then he and Cutler were gone.

Time passed -- how much the girl did not know -- before Lyra realised again that she possessed the ability to move, and she exercised that suddenly rediscovered technique to stand up on shaky legs and to stagger to the cage door. It was, as she expected, locked securely and the door was designed smartly enough to prevent her from reaching through to unlatch the cage from the other side. Dejected, she simply slumped forward and leaned against the sturdy door whilst attempting to ignore a nagging tickling sensation between her legs. It didn't go away, despite the effort, and Lyra eventually felt a compulsion to look down at herself. She winced at the reddened appearance of her vulva and at the way that her labia lips still seemed just slightly more parted than usual following their rather forceful spreading but another sight, something that she didn't expect, forced her to look back.

A whitish trickle was slowly flowing down her upper left thigh. Vincent's cum -- just a little bit of it -- and as she watched and trembled a bit more of it oozed visibly from her cunt and dripped down onto the floor, quietly, though her mind imagined a heavy, deep splash at the moment of impact.

A phantom taste suddenly struck her: the "sauce" that Lyra had unthinkingly consumed the night before, impossibly, felt as though it was coating her tongue now. The girl's mind flashed back to the source of that "sauce": her sister's nethers, spread open just like hers was now, and dripping with fluid, just like hers was now.

Then she remembered what the wolf had done to that flesh, and she collapsed and sobbed uncontrollably.