Gasping in pain as he shifted between her asshole and pussy, she could barely contain the sobs that racked through her body. Her tiny frame trembled under his weight as tears streamed down her cheeks. The feeling of him inside her was unbearable, and all she wanted was to be free from this nightmare.

But it only seemed to worsen with each thrust, every second spent trapped in Kane's clutches. "Please,"

"Let me go..." she whimpered, trying to turn away from him. But he was too strong, and her tiny cries were muffled by his hand on her mouth. Her body felt broken, violated beyond repair. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against the grip that held her captive.

"Why are you doing this?" she managed to choke out between sobs. "I'm just a little girl..."

Her body trembled as he released her, and she struggled to stand on shaking legs. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her throat felt raw from screaming. She could barely muster the strength to look up at him, but when she did, there was a strange sense of acceptance in her gaze.

"What do you want me to do now?" she whispered softly, her voice hoarse and defeated. "I'll do anything... just tell me."

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his massive cock sitting before her. It was still wet with their combined fluids, and glistened in the dim light of the room. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were different; there was a strange sense of longing and desire mixed in with the sorrow.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "I'll take it... I'll do anything you want."

Her body trembled as he released her, and she struggled to stand on shaking legs. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her throat felt raw from screaming. She could barely muster the strength to look up at him, but when she did, there was a strange sense of acceptance in her gaze.

"What do you want me to do now?" she whispered softly, her voice hoarse and defeated. "I'll do anything... just tell me."

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his massive cock sitting before her. It was still wet with their combined fluids, and glistened in the dim light of the room. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were different; there was a strange sense of longing and desire mixed in with the sorrow.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "I'll take it... I'll do anything you want."

Bogdan Ver grinned wickedly. "You'll see..." As the minutes passed, Anya began to notice changes taking place within her body. Her limbs grew longer and stronger, her chest seemed fuller, and a soft downy hair sprouted between her legs. She gasped in surprise as she felt herself growing taller, her body changing into that of a young woman's.

"W-What happened to me?" she stammered, looking up at Bogdan Ver with wide eyes.

Bogdan Ver chuckled evilly. "You've been turned into an adult, just as I promised." He stepped closer to her, his expression predatory. "Now it's time for you to fulfill your end of the deal..." Before Anya could react, Bogdan Ver forced her down onto the ground and pinned her arms above her head. She struggled futilely against him as he began to undress her.

"N-No! Let me go!" she cried out, terror filling her voice. But it was no use;

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she glances between her parents, unsure how to react or what they expect of her. "I-I didn't know... I just thought..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as tears begin to well up in her eyes. This whole situation feels so wrong and confusing, and all she wants is for them to understand that she didn't mean any harm.

As she struggles to compose herself, Anya takes a deep breath and finally manages to choke out an apology. "I'm sorry, Loid... Yor... I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was just trying to help..." Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at them with pleading eyes, hoping that they can forgive her and understand how confused she is about everything.

Weeks had passed since that fateful encounter in the alleyway, and Anya's life seemed to have returned to normal... on the surface at least. She continued her studies and spy training with Loid and Yor, but deep down she couldn't shake the memory of what had happened between her and Drago. Sometimes, when she thought no one was looking, she would touch herself in secret, reliving the intense pleasure he had given her over and over again in her mind.

She knew she shouldn't feel this way about him;

"Hey..." she murmured, her voice barely audible as she glanced up at him. A mixture of fear and longing flickered across her face before it was quickly replaced by a neutral expression. "What do you want?"