"We're taking them back," Nia said. "And tomorrow… the master will decide what to do with the ones who try to escape his cock."
The moon hung low and heavy, almost brushing the treetops. The center of the village was lit only by four torches driven into posts, short nervous flames licking the darkness. The rest of the pack formed an irregular, tight circle, silent. No one coughed. No one moved. They only breathed, and the collective sound was like the muted purr of a huge beast waiting.
Sira and Nia shoved the three fugitives into the center. The girls stumbled and fell to their knees on the earth still warm from the day. Mara, Kas, and the mottled one—whose name almost no one remembered—trembled visibly. Their ragged cloaks had been torn off long ago; now they wore only the makeshift collars Sira had tied around their necks with raw leather cords before dragging them back.
Kai emerged from the main hut.
Bare from the waist up, his torso gleamed with a thin layer of night sweat. The light fabric of his pants hung low on his hips, the thick bulge already straining the material. He walked slowly, unhurried, until he stopped in front of the three kneeling girls.
No one spoke.
Only the crackle of torches and the short, terrified gasps of the prisoners.
Kai crouched in front of Mara first. He lifted her chin with two fingers. Forced her to look at him.
"You tried to run," he said in a low, hoarse voice that nevertheless reached the last catgirl in the circle. "Why?" Mara swallowed. Thick tears were already rolling down her cheeks.
"I was… I was afraid, Master…"
Kai tilted his head.
"Afraid of me?"
She nodded quickly, desperately.
"Then," he continued, almost tenderly, "I'm going to teach you real fear."
He stood. Untied the cord of his pants with deliberate calm. The fabric fell to the ground with a soft sound. His cock sprang free, heavy, already fully hard, veins pulsing under the orange light. A low, collective purr ran through the circle—unwanted, treacherous.
He pointed to the ground in front of him.
"Mara. Mouth."
Mara crawled forward, trembling. She opened her mouth before he even ordered it. Kai gripped the back of her neck with one hand and pushed slowly. The thick head parted her lips, sliding inch by inch until her throat spasmed. Mara gurgled, tears falling faster, but she didn't pull away. Her pupils were already shifting, dilating into slits that slowly curved into trembling hearts.
Kai began to move his hips. Slowly at first. Each deep thrust made her throat bulge visibly. Saliva dripped from her chin, fell onto her bare breasts. Her hands rose instinctively to his thighs—not to push, but to hold on.
Ten thrusts. Fifteen. Twenty.
Suddenly he pulled out. Mara gasped hard, coughing, a thick strand of saliva hanging from her lower lip. Before she could catch her breath, Kai spun her roughly, put her on all fours, and slammed into her with one brutal thrust.
Mara screamed.
The sound was guttural, broken, half pain half instant pleasure. Her walls clenched violently around him, gripping like they wanted to keep him forever. Kai didn't wait. He pounded hard, deep, merciless. Each slap made her small breasts swing, her tail arch rigid toward the sky. In less than a minute she was already squirting: short hot jets splashing the dirt between her knees.
The circle watched in absolute silence.
Kai came without warning, growling low. Thick spurts filled her until it overflowed; the excess dripped down her trembling thighs as Mara collapsed face-first into the dirt, panting, heart-shaped pupils racing, broken purrs spilling from her throat without control.
He gave her no time to recover.
He turned to Kas.
"You."
Kas was already crying before he touched her. But when Kai lifted her by the nape like she weighed nothing and set her on her knees in front of him, she opened her mouth on instinct. The same. Deep throat. Tears. Saliva. Muffled moans every time the head hit the back.
When he put her on all fours, Kas was already dripping before he entered. He fucked her just as hard. She came almost immediately, screaming his name between sobs: "Master! Master, please!" Kai filled her the same way, left her trembling on the ground, pussy pulsing around nothing, white semen dripping slowly down her thighs.
The mottled one was last.
She didn't try to resist. When Kai approached, she crawled to him herself, opened her mouth, and took him to the hilt without being asked. Her eyes were already glassy, pupils perfect hearts beating frantically. When he put her on all fours and thrust in, she pushed back desperately, begging between moans: "Fill me… please… don't leave me out…"
Kai obeyed.
He fucked her with long, brutal strokes until she collapsed into a continuous orgasm, squirting nonstop, purring so hard the ground vibrated. When he came inside her, the mottled one simply crumpled, face against the earth, body convulsing, semen and juices pooling beneath her.
Silence.
Only ragged gasps and broken purrs.
Kai stood, cock still glistening, dripping the remnants. He looked at the circle.
"Whoever runs," he said in a calm voice that cut like a blade, "will be brought back. And will be broken in front of everyone. Every time. Until she learns."
No one answered.
There was no need.
The three girls lay there trembling, heart-shaped pupils beating slow, semen dripping from their pussies, the scent of sex and submission soaking everything.
Kai turned and walked toward the main hut without looking back.
Lira and Mira waited at the entrance, tails high, purring softly.
But before he entered, Kai paused for a second and glanced toward the edge of the circle.
Vira was there.
Motionless.
Teeth clenched.
Pupils dilated.
And between her thighs, a shining thread ran slowly down the inside of her leg.