The Bengal Tiger

Innocent-eighteen Scarlette, terrified, is taken to the barn by her Daddy. She knew she had messed up when her father told her to remove all her clothing. However, Scarlette did not realize that she was about to be eaten out, then raped by him. The adorable daughter is filled with horror when she sees her father beckoning his new animal – an oversized Bengal Tiger, to come fuck. Screaming and crying will do nothing, unfortunately, for Scarlette. Trying to escape, she is immediately locked in position, mated, then impregnated by the absolute unit of a Tiger. What happens if Scarlette gives birth to a litter of cubs with heinous birth defects? – That wouldn’t happen, would it?

Toro the Bull

Jamie’s innocent hands are tied with rope while her legs are forced apart with spreaders. She doesn’t know why her Daddy would do something like this, especially in the barn. Horrified by Toro, an enormous Bull, Jamie tries to escape her father’s plan to have her raped by the animal. Tim, her father, joins in, excited watching his barely legal daughter repeatedly orgasm and scream in terror. He might force crying Jamie to suck his dick while Toro stretches her virgin cunt to unimaginable proportions with its thirty-six-inch cock. Unfortunately for both terrified Jamie and Tim, the absolute unit of a bull will not be controlled during its breeding frenzy. Toro, weighing thousands of pounds and over eight feet tall, is horny and will have his mate one way or another. If the animal vigorously rapes little Jamie, will she make it out of this alive? Will her father be able to control the animal, or will he regret the decision of ever disciplining his daughter through forced animal sex?

Wolf Chase

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

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.