The communal hut still carried the scent of the previous night: sweat, broken purrs, and the heavy musk of three bodies shattered in public. But now it was only Vira and me.
I had dragged her to the center, where the torches still burned low. The pack watched from the shadows in absolute silence. No one moved. No one breathed loudly. Only shining eyes and frozen tails.
Vira knelt in front of me again, but this time escape was impossible. Her wrists were bound behind her back with the same rough rope we had used on the other three. Her thighs trembled, forced apart by my hands. The semen I had left inside her in the forest still dripped slowly down her skin, mixing with her own juices.
I looked down at her from above.
"Do you still think you can be free?" I asked, voice low and rough.
She shook her head. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, but her violet pupils had already curved into racing hearts.
"No… Master…" she whispered. "Not anymore."
I gripped her nape and forced her to look at me.
"Then prove it."
I lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Set her on all fours on the hard-packed dirt. Her tail rose instinctively, exposing her swollen, glistening pussy. I slammed into her with one brutal thrust, all the way to the base.
Vira screamed. A guttural sound, half pain, half ecstasy. Her walls clamped around me like they wanted to break me. I pounded without mercy, deep and slow at first so she could feel every inch, then faster, harder. Each impact made her breasts bounce, her tail lash the air, and a hot spurt escape between us to splash the ground.
"Master…!" she sobbed. "More… break me…!"
I flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Hoisted her legs over my shoulders. Fucked her like that, deep, staring into her eyes while her tears fell. Her nails scratched the dirt, leaving furrows. Her hips bucked upward, chasing more even though she was already shaking uncontrollably.
"Is this freedom?" I growled, slamming harder. "Is this what you wanted when you ran?"
"No… Master… no…" she gasped between sobs. "I only want… I only want to be yours…"
I pulled out abruptly. She moaned in frustration, pussy clenching around nothing. I rolled her onto her side, one leg lifted high, and drove back in. Changed the angle. Hit that spot that drove her insane. Vira convulsed, squirting uncontrollably, hot jets soaking my abdomen, my balls, the floor.
She came once, twice, three times in a row. Each orgasm more violent than the last. Her purrs turned into choked screams. Her heart-shaped pupils beat so fast they seemed to flicker.
I put her back on all fours. Grabbed her thick tail with one hand and yanked upward, arching her like a bow. With the other I wrapped my fingers around her throat—not squeezing, just holding—and fucked her with brutal, deep thrusts that shook her entire body.
"Say you're mine," I ordered.
"I'm… yours… Master…" she sobbed.
"Say you'll never run again."
"Never… again… Master… never…"
I came inside her with a guttural roar. Thick hot spurts filled her until it overflowed, dripping down her thighs in white rivers while her walls kept milking me, gripping like they never wanted to let go.
I lowered her slowly. She collapsed face-down, panting, trembling, semen leaking from her pussy in slow pulses. I turned her gently. Looked into her eyes.
"Do you still feel freedom?" I asked.
She shook her head. Tears rolled down her temples.
"No… Master… I only feel… you…"
I smiled.
I lifted her in my arms. Carried her to a corner of the hut where a small cage of wood and iron waited—the same one we used for large prey. I placed her inside. Closed the door with a sharp click.
She curled on the floor, purring weakly, heart-shaped pupils beating slow.
"Tomorrow," I said, voice low so only she could hear, "I'll take you out. And I'll fuck you until you forget you ever wanted to run."
Vira lifted her gaze. Smiled through her tears.
"Thank you… Master…"
I walked toward the exit.
But before crossing the threshold, I looked back.
Her fingers were already between her legs, slowly rubbing her swollen clit while she purred my name like a prayer.
And I knew the cage was no longer made of wood.
It was made of flesh.
And semen.
And absolute obedience.