She doesn't have any real choice

I can't pull away from her! She's too strong!

Do you want to?

Yes! ... No, not really.

Then do it. But show some backbone; do it your way, not hers.

My way? I don't have a way!

Make something up! Duh, and you say I'm not the smart one?

Kennedy takes the zipper on Violet's black leather jacket and starts pulling downward. Violet loosens her grip as soon as she sees what's happening, allowing Kennedy to open up the jacket fully. Kennedy's hands move to Violet's breasts, gently squeezing and releasing while her thumbs play at the nipple-bulges in Violet's "Girls Only Apply Inside" tee-shirt. Violet starts breathing quickly and shallowly.

She's panting.

Yeah, so? Some girls hyperventilate when they're excited.

No, she's panting like a dog. Try rubbing her tummy.

Kennedy shifts one hand from breast duty to rubbing up and down violet's tummy, at first gently and then vigorously. Violet is more obviously panting now, and starts making little growling barking noises in her throat.

She's one of mine.

What are you talking about?

Remember when you asked what I was god of? I was a wolf-spirit; I granted my children the power to take the form of wolves.

And you failed to mention this before why?

I didn't think any of them were still around! This girl isn't just older than you, she's older than your species!

So what do I do about it?

Strip her naked, and do it roughly. But take your time so she knows what's happening to her.

Kennedy grabs the leather jacket and yanks it off Violet's shoulders. Then she reefs it downward so the coat is gathered at the Chinese girl's waist and the sleeves are pinning her wrists.

How's that?

Good start, keep going. And talk nasty to her; you're the master, she's the dog.

"This is a change for you, Ken."

"Shut up, Vi; you asked for it, now you're my bitch!"

"I didn't say I objected..."

"Good! Now be a good girl and let me work."

She pulls off Violet's riding boots and socks, tossing them all into the main library. The tight jeans come next; Kennedy pulls them down to just below Violet's knees, then pushes her knees apart to make the pants ride down to her ankles.

"Fuck me, Kennedy!"

"Who's in charge here, bitch?"