Anya Changes

Anya rubbed her wrists, feeling her hands finally freed. She followed that up by rubbing her jaw, the large cock that was in it causing a bit of discomfort. She looked over at the slinky black nightie her new uniform of sorts as she submits to her new master.

Cole sat back in his plush reclining seat observing his new bitch, “Mmmm… take your time baby… do it right.” He drank his liquor straight from the bottle, enjoying the view.

Anya licked her lips a bit, her body shaking with nervous energy as she started to undress. She unclasped her chest armor, feeling the weight of it release as it hit the floor with a thud. Her massive Double D mounds bouncing free from their tight enclosure.

Cole stared with amazement, “Mmmmmm..hell yeah baby.” He followed that up by licking his big brown lips, “l’ma have a good time with those babies tonight.”

Anya was disgusted with Cole and his words, she always was, but there was a part of her that felt aroused at his eyes watching. She was a woman and needed to feel needed, something Marcus Fenix seemed to forget in the heat of wartime. A small smile unwittingly curled on her lips as she continued.

Anya pushed her hands down her breasts, feeling the tight fabric against her body as she reached her thick metal belt and cod piece. With a solid click she felt it unhitch and drop past her thighs, leaving herself only with her COG uniform left.

Anya leaned down in front of Cole, trying to ignore his presence as she started to unlatch her boots. Cole just sat up in his chair, his eyes focus on Anya’s breasts as they dangled down. Cole reached out, but was pushed back by Anya as she stepped out of her boots.

“NO!..I mean…not yet,” she said catching herself in-between who she was and who she was supposed to be now.

Cole sat back again, an annoyed look on his face, “Shit girl…that better be the last time I hear that word out of those pretty lips. You are MY bitch…not the other way around. You hear me?” Cole said as he pushed his cigar smoke around the room.

Anya just lowered her head, “Yes, of course Cole. I'm your bitch. For now…and forever,” she said as she pulled her tank top up over her head, her hefty tits jiggling down as they were uncovered. She smiled at him, her hands rubbing them more and more.

Anya was very conflicted about the whole issue, but needed to reside the fact that she was here now, that this was her situation for better or worse, and that in some ways she was closer to a man now than she ever was with Marcus. Steeling herself to this reality, she lifted one of her tits to her mouth and sucked on the round nipple, deciding to go all in as she did when she started with the COG. She was amazing when dedicated so why could she just forget about her past life and dedicate herself to something new, something exciting, something sexual. It would be her first foray into life like this, but she could make it work.

Letting her wet nipple go, she resumed her hands down her body, unbuttoning her pants and slowly dragging it open, teasing Cole more and more. She could see it's instant effect on Cole’s cock as it sprung to life splitting the robe he wore and lingered in front of her.

“Goddamn girl! Now that's the shit I'm talking about. Be my bitch…and do it well! Hah Ha!” Cole said as he slammed down his drink, spilling it out. “I think we going to have to put the nightie on hold. You got the Cole Train running on imulsion baby!”

Anya smiled as she saw the effect she was having. It was nice to be a woman, and a wanted woman at that. She turned around showing Cole her most-ample backside as she bent over and slowly…slowly…slowly dragged her pants off her ass and down her thighs, leaving her bent over the bed and naked as she kick her leggings to the side.