Content Warning:This chapter contains explicit non-consensual scenes driven by magical compulsion, brutal violence, and soul-crushing humiliation. Reader discretion is advised.
The name—mistress—hung in the air, a chilling confirmation that this was no random attack. This was a political assassination, a message delivered by a predator.
Thorn's chuckle was a low, guttural sound, like stones grinding together in the dark. A fragile, unspoken truce had formed between the two Sows in the face of a common enemy, but Thorn saw it instantly—and saw the lingering anger from their earlier fight. A predator's smile stretched her lips.
"An Ashcroft Prime Sow," she taunted, her voice dripping with condescending amusement as she rose to her feet. "And you can't even keep your little Nightshade pet in line? Pathetic. Let me show you how a real authority handles a subordinate."
From a pouch at her hip, she produced a cruel-looking circlet of dark, oiled metal. "Ever seen one of these up close, little nobles? This isn't for pretty decoration. This is a Bonding Collar. For breaking sows like you."
Before Marigold could react, Thorn snapped the collar around her neck. The cold metal bit into her skin, and a jolt of compelling magic shot through her, hot and invasive. It wasn't pain, but a wave of pure, agonizing suggestion, a chemical fire that demanded obedience. Her cunt clenched, a hot, wet pulse of forced, humiliating need.
"This little trinket can't make you talk," Thorn explained, her voice a low, instructional purr. "The mind is a tricky thing. But it can make you feel. It can make you want things you shouldn't." She signaled to her pridemates. The jasmine-skinned Sow and the twitchy Fem moved with practiced efficiency, forcing Milky onto her back and wrenching her legs apart.
Thorn yanked Marigold forward by the collar, forcing her face into Milky's slick, trembling cunt. "A Sow's orgasm, especially one born of terror and shame, shatters the will. It loosens the tongue. Make her come for me, little Nightshade. Lick her until she screams his name."
Compelled by the collar's magic, Marigold obeyed, her own humiliation warring with a new, terrifying, and deeply unwanted arousal. The shocking taste of Milky's fear-laced juices was a potent drug. She began to lap at the swollen folds, her tongue a desperate, questing thing. Milky writhed, a choked sob tearing from her throat as her body betrayed her, her hips beginning to buck against Marigold's face.
Thorn threw her head back and laughed—a low, guttural sound that vibrated through their bound flesh. "See? So much more persuasive. I do love it when my toys play together." Her laughter twisted into a savage snarl, her eyes blazing with raw, animal lust.
Having been sufficiently "loosened up," Milky was a trembling, weeping mess of arousal and shame. The collar's magic was a relentless fire, but it was the echoes in her own skull that truly broke her. The Grove Mother's psychic violation had left her mind a ransacked temple, its sacred inner walls still slick with alien commands. Every time her Ashcroft pride screamed defy, a phantom whisper from the Grove Mother hissed submit. The collar's magic latched onto that psychic wound, prying it open, turning her own trauma into a weapon against her. Thorn, sensing the internal battle was already lost, shoved Marigold aside with a predatory grin. "Your work is done, pet. Now for a more... personal touch."
Thorn's hand palmed Milky's jaw, her thumb prying at her lips. But this was no mere physical act. A low hum began to build in Thorn's core, a vibration that made the air crackle. Her unique Bitch mana, a corrosive, haze-like essence, began to well up, concentrating in her mouth and on her tongue. It was a power designed not to build, but to break down, to dissolve resistance on a molecular level.
Her lips slammed down on Milky's in a devouring kiss. It was an alchemical assault. Thorn's tongue, now glowing with a faint, sickly green light, thrust deep into Milky's mouth, a brutal, searching invasion. Milky tasted not just flesh, but ozone, acid, and the bitter tang of another's will forcibly injected into her. The haze-mana burned, a chemical fire that bypassed her physical resistance and went straight to her nerves, her pleasure centers, short-circuiting her rage into a wave of pure, agonizing sensation. Her body, bred for potent mana exchange, instinctively recognized the overwhelming power and betrayed her completely—a hot gush of slickness soaked her thighs, her cunt lips parting like a whore's invitation despite the fury boiling in her chest. Damn this body, a furious part of her mind screamed, even as another, deeper instinct whimpered for the violation to continue.
Drawing back with a wet pop, Thorn bared her fangs in a feral grin, a string of glowing, mana-laced saliva connecting their lips for a moment. From her pouch, she produced a second collar and snapped it around Milky's neck. The Sow let out a choked gasp as the magic hit her, her body arching, her cunt gushing a fresh wave of slickness in a betrayal that made her sob with shame.
"Still not talking, Ashcroft?" Thorn growled. With a flex of her core muscles and a surge of that volatile Bitch mana, she forced her cockwomb out—externalizing it in a wet, obscene inversion. Her internal cunt flipped inside-out into a massive, throbbing shaft, veined and dripping, ready to dominate and destroy.
Milky, now compelled by both collars, thrashed not in defiance, but in a desperate, agonizing need—her voice breaking as she whimpered, "Please... fuck me..."
Thorn laughed, a low, dark sound. "Oh, I will. But you'll beg for it first." She knelt between Milky's spread legs, grinding the flared, wet head of her cock against Milky's swollen clit. The ridges scraped, the magical heat burned, and the collar amplified every jolt of pleasure-pain into a full-body convulsion.
"Feel that?" Thorn hissed, her hips moving in a slow, hypnotic circle. "That's my cock owning you. Feel how it makes you drip? How your body knows it was made to be used by a real Bitch?"
Milky's mind was a battlefield. Her Ashcroft pride screamed in silent, impotent fury, but her body, hijacked and primed, was a filthy traitor. Her hips began to buck, a desperate, mindless rhythm seeking the penetration she loathed and craved in equal measure.
"Beg for it," Thorn snarled, pressing the head of her cock just inside Milky's entrance, a blunt, unyielding pressure that promised to split her wide. "Scream how much you need my cock to wreck that pure, high-born cunt of yours."
The final thread of Milky's resistance snapped. "Please," she sobbed, the word a surrender. "Please, Mistress, fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me."
Thorn's grin was a feral, beautiful thing. "Heard that, little Lord?" she roared, her voice a triumphant cry meant for the absent Damask. "This is the sound of your Prime Sow begging for a real cock!" She thrust in hard.
The penetration was pure savagery. Milky howled, her back bowing off the ground as the magical shaft bottomed out, grinding against her cervix with pounding force. The cunt-cock's textured inner walls pulsed and contracted, milking Milky's pleasure-core with every brutal inch, while Thorn's mana flooded her veins, amplifying the raw, filthy pleasure-pain until her mind fractured under the onslaught.
"That's it, you tight Sow-slut," Thorn groaned, hips snapping forward in ruthless pumps that made Milky's tits bounce wildly. "Scream for me! Let your Dom hear you from wherever he's hiding, getting his cock milked while I ruin his prize!" Obscene squelches echoed through the grove as Thorn's cunt-cock reamed her open, the bulge of it visible through Milky's belly with each deep plunge.
"Take it all, bitch—I'm owning that pure mana, fucking it right out of your sloppy, dripping gash!" Thorn roared, hammering faster. Milky shattered—exploding in a screaming, squirting climax that was a complete loss of self, her cunt convulsing around Thorn's invading shaft, flooding it with hot Sow cum that the cockwomb absorbed like a greedy void.
Thorn roared her own release, a torrent of mana-laced seed erupting deep inside Milky, overfilling her cunt until it bubbled out in creamy rivers down her ass. Gasping, Thorn yanked out with a wet suck, her cunt-cock retracting slowly back inside, leaving Milky's cunt a gaping, cum-drooling wreck.
A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in her chest. "Gods, that was some tight, high-born cunt," she purred, looking down at the ruined Sow. "The Ashcrofts really do breed them to clench." She locked eyes with Marigold, grinning like a predator fresh from the kill. "That was the warm-up, tainted whore. Your hole's next. And you'll scream his location while I fuck you into oblivion."