animal sex

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.

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.

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