“Keep breathing, Yuri. Mikhail didn’t last, but you ordered my death. Aren’t I lucky my Pakhan hated your guts?”
I chuckled as his eyes flared. I ignored him and hung the food on the metal hook.
Hummed while keeping this sewer rat alive another day.
Already, my mind was drifting—wild with anticipation—at the thought of returning to the barn.
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She looked disgusting.
Drool crusted the edges of her mouth. A thick stream of spit clung to the base of the plastic cock gag, trailing down her chin, pooling beneath her cheek like a filthy halo. Her cheeks were red, eyes glassy, breath ragged through her nose.
Beautiful.
I crouched beside her, slow, and deliberate. I slid the key from my pocket. She flinched when I touched the lock. Not from fear—she was far past that—but from the raw strain in her jaw. Poor little animal. Her body was made to be used, not silenced.
I turned the key. The click echoed. Then I unbuckled the strap, peeled the gag free, and let it fall to the floor with a slick smack. Her mouth stayed open, trembling, jaw trembling as she panted.
“Mouth open,” I ordered.
She obeyed.
I dipped a clean cloth into the warm bowl I’d brought. Not for her comfort—never that. Just practicality. I couldn’t enjoy her with her face caked in filth.
The wet fabric dragged along her chin, across her cheeks. I wiped the spit and sweat from the corners of her lips.
“You’re such a mess,” I murmured.“What kind of creature ends up drooling over plastic cock like it’s a gift from God?”
She whimpered. I tilted her face with my gloved fingers, scrubbing gently beneath her eyes. Her lashes fluttered.
“My filthy little fucktoy.” I rinsed the cloth, wrung it out, and traced it over her lips again.“I bet you’ve been counting the days until I mounted you again.”
I leaned in, voice a breath against her ear.
“Next time you won’t be a stupid little cow who forgets to moo while taking your owner’s cock.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her nostrils flared. She didn’t speak.
Smart girl.
I folded the cloth and tossed it into the bowl, then stood. My belt unbuckled in one fluid motion.
“Use your mouth and get my dick wet. I want it nice and sloppy, ready for your breeding hole.”
I wiped her clean because it should only be my cock that gets her dirty—not some shitty piece of plastic.
Chapter 23
Lena
I swallowed when his cock sprang out. It made the dildo dick look tiny. I moved onto my hooves, flinching at the reminder of my missing hands. After a deep breath—trying not to shudder—I opened my mouth to lick him. The feeling of loss remained. He usually mounted me on the milking bench or the bed. This was the first time I’d attempt a blowjob without my hands.
I moved closer, mouth open, tongue out like a good little pet. But everything inside me felt wrong. I couldn’t hold him. Couldn’t wrap my fingers around his length, guide him in, feel the weight. I blinked hard, but the sting in my eyes didn’t leave.
I tried. God, I tried.
But tear after tear rolled down my face. The need inside me forgotten.
