"Please… Master…" Vira begged, voice cracking. "Inside… I need it…"
Kai stopped dead. He pulled his hand away. He stepped back.
Vira staggered. Her thighs shook violently, pussy clenching around nothing, a short frustrated squirt dripping down her legs. She clutched her stomach, gasping, face scarlet with shame and unsatisfied lust.
"Not today," Kai said calmly. "When you prove your pride no longer rules you… then I'll fuck you until you beg for the collar."
Vira dropped to her knees, trembling, heart-shaped pupils throbbing uncontrollably. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
Kai turned and walked away.
She stayed there alone, pussy leaking onto the dirt, body betraying her with spasms that led nowhere.
And in her mind only the hot, aching void of what she had been denied remained.
Pale gold dawn painted the forest when Kai gathered Lira, Mira, and Sylva at the north palisade. The fresh air carried dew, wet leaves, and the faint lingering musk that still clung to Sylva from the night before. Her collar gleamed dully; the short chain—barely a meter—hung slack between Mira's hand and the metal ring at her throat. Sylva knelt, ears flattened, thick tail dragging in the dirt. Her thighs still bore the clear dried streaks from yesterday.
Kai stopped in front of her. His shadow swallowed her completely.
"Today you hunt with them," he said, voice low and rough, cutting like a blade. "No long chain. No excuses. You obey or the chain gets shorter. Understood?"
Sylva swallowed hard. Her pupils already flickered into fleeting hearts.
"Yes… Master," she murmured, voice broken but steady.
Lira purred with satisfaction beside him, blond tail raised high. Mira gave the chain a gentle tug; Sylva rose with a soft metallic chime.
"Let's go," Mira ordered. "A big stag. Alive or dead, but brought back before noon."
They entered the forest. The path was narrow, exposed roots and tall ferns brushing their legs. Sylva walked between Lira and Mira, the chain forcing short steps. Every tug made her breasts sway, nipples stiff from the cool air and constant humiliation. Her pussy throbbed traitorously whenever the chain grazed her swollen clit.
Lira sniffed the air, ears twitching.
"Fresh track east. Male stag. Big."
Mira nodded. She yanked the chain.
"Lead, bitch. Track."
Sylva moved forward, dropping to a low crawl, nose close to the ground. The chain tightened; Mira didn't ease up. Each step pulled at her throat, forcing her back to arch. Her tail flicked nervously, brushing thighs. The stag's scent hit her: animal musk, distant fear, the thrill of the hunt. Her pupils dilated into hearts; a soft involuntary purr escaped.
Lira smirked.
"She already smells like heat," she whispered. "The chain's making her wet."
Sylva flushed but kept tracking. They found the signs: deep prints in mud, snapped branches. The stag was close.
Mira yanked hard. Sylva stumbled, dropping to her knees. The chain bit into her throat; she gasped hoarsely.
"Faster," Mira growled. "Or we drag you."
Sylva rose trembling. They pressed on. The forest thickened. The stag appeared between trunks: massive, branched antlers, bright alert eyes.
Lira and Mira moved like shadows. Sylva tried to flank, but the chain jerked her back. She stumbled. The stag spotted them and bolted.
Mira hissed.
"Idiot. Your fault."
Lira leaped first. Claws out, feline speed. Mira followed. Sylva ran behind, chain jingling, tripping over roots. She fell again, face in mud. The chain pulled taut; Mira dragged her a few meters before releasing.
The stag dropped under Lira's claws. One clean strike to the throat. Hot blood sprayed leaves.
Mira turned to Sylva, who rose gasping, mud plastered to breasts and thighs.
"The kill is yours," she said coldly. "Carry it. Alone. Back to the village."
Sylva stared at the huge body. It outweighed her.
"But…" she began.
Lira purred with amusement.
"Obey, bitch. Or Kai will know you failed."
Sylva swallowed. She knelt beside the stag. She heaved it onto trembling shoulders. The chain tugged as Mira walked. Every step was torment: crushing weight on her back, chain biting into her neck, pussy dripping from humiliation and strain.
The return path stretched long.
And Sylva knew this was only the beginning.
(to be continued in Chapter 56…)