The Kennel

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Chapter Series: The Kennel

Snuffed

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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

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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.

Dog Cum

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Lily’s cage was a pit of despair, the straw soaked with her blood and tears. The wolves’ claws still burned on her skin, their howls echoing from the failed rebellion. Mia’s defiance, battered but unbroken, was a faint pulse in the dark, but The Kennel’s cruelty crushed any real hope. The collar choked her neck, her body a wreckage of bruises and welts from dogs, wolves, and the bear’s shadow. A new sound pierced the barn’s silence—a low, frantic bark, sharp and rabid. Lily’s stomach twisted, her mind flashing to Vixen’s promise: *The clients want more.* The iron door clanged, and the Beastmaster’s boots thudded, dragging her and Mia from their cages.

Wolf Chase

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Lily’s cage was a tomb of straw and blood, the bear pit’s horrors seared into her mind. Sarah’s broken body, the clients’ leering masks, the bear’s savage roars—they haunted her, blending with the dogs’ claws and the bull’s bellows from nights before. Her skin was a map of welts and bruises, the collar a constant choke on her throat. Mia’s whispers, fierce and stubborn, were the only light in this hell. *We’ll fight,* she’d said, her voice a spark in the dark. But the barn’s shadows grew heavier, and the distant howl of wolves promised worse. Lily’s hope flickered, fragile as a dying flame.

The Bear

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Lily’s cage was a prison of straw and despair, the stench of blood and fear clinging to her skin. Claire’s lifeless eyes haunted her, the bull’s bellows echoing in her skull from the slaughterhouse horror. Mia’s whispered defiance, *We’re not dying like that*, was a faint spark in the dark, but it flickered under the weight of The Kennel’s cruelty. The collar bit into Lily’s neck, her body a canvas of bruises and claw marks from the dogs’ assaults. Sleep was impossible, each creak of the barn promising more torment. A low growl, deeper than the hounds’, rumbled through the walls, and Lily’s heart sank. The bear, Vixen had said. The next nightmare.

Caged

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Lily’s cage reeked of sweat and despair, the straw beneath her matted with blood and filth from two nights of torment. Her body was a map of bruises, her thighs crusted with the dogs’ seed, her mind a fractured mess of fear and shame. Mia’s whispers from the next cage, promises of escape, were the only thing keeping her from breaking completely. But the distant bellow of a bull shattered that fragile hope, echoing through the barn like a death knell. The iron door groaned, and the Beastmaster’s heavy boots thudded closer. He yanked Lily’s leash, dragging her out, her knees scraping the concrete. Mia’s cage opened next, and the redhead stumbled out, her green eyes blazing with defiance despite the welts on her pale skin.

Auction

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Lily’s body ached, every muscle screaming from the hounds’ assault the night before. The cage’s straw scratched her raw skin, and the collar bit into her neck, a constant reminder of her new reality. The Kennel’s barn was dim, lit only by slivers of moonlight seeping through cracked boards. Her tears had dried, leaving a crusty trail on her cheeks, but the shame burned hotter than ever. She could still feel the dogs’ claws, their weight, their seed. Vixen’s words echoed in her skull: *Tomorrow, we bring out the stallions.* Lily shuddered, curling tighter into a ball, when a sharp clang jolted her upright. The cage door swung open, and the Beastmaster’s massive hand yanked her leash, dragging her out.

The Syndicate

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Lily’s sneakers crunched on the gravel path, the only sound besides the distant hum of cicadas. The Midwest sun beat down, slicking her bare shoulders with sweat as she adjusted her backpack. Eighteen, fresh out of high school, she’d seen the ad on a sketchy modeling site: Glamour shoot, rural location, big payout. Her mom’s shitty trailer and her stepdad’s leering eyes were reason enough to take the risk. The address led her to a rusted gate in the middle of nowhere, flanked by dense woods and a faded sign reading Private Property. A man in a black SUV had picked her up at the bus station, silent the whole drive, his knuckles scarred and white on the wheel. Now, standing before a sprawling farmstead, Lily felt a prickle of unease. Barns loomed in the distance, their red paint peeling, and a faint stench of musk and decay hung in the air.

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