Snuffed

Mia’s cage was a grave of straw and blood, the gala’s chaos still clawing at her mind. The goats’ bleats, the bear’s roars, the dogs’ seed forced down her throat …it was a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. Lily’s screams, her body broken under the orgy’s onslaught, haunted Mia’s fractured thoughts. The collar choked her neck, her skin a tapestry of welts and claw marks from every beast The Kennel had unleashed. Lily’s faint presence in the next cage, her sobs barely audible, was a fading lifeline. A new sound pierced the barn’s silence… a high, panicked bleat, followed by a woman’s scream. Another girl, Mia realized, her stomach twisting. The Kennel’s hunger never stopped.

Fucking Goats

Lily’s cage was a festering pit, the straw crusted with blood, seed, and her own vomit. The rabid dog’s foam still burned her throat, the boar’s tusks haunted Mia’s screams, and the client’s snuff order loomed like a guillotine. Her body was a ruin—bruises, claw marks, and welts from dogs, wolves, bears, and boars. The collar choked her, a constant reminder of The Kennel’s claim. Mia’s whispers, *We survive*, were a fading pulse in the dark, barely audible over the barn’s new sounds: bleats, grunts, and the clink of chains. Goats, Lily realized, her stomach twisting. The annual gala, Vixen had hinted. A night of excess where no one escaped unbroken.