"The kill is yours," Mira said coldly. "Carry it. Alone. All the way back to the village."
Sylva stared at the massive body. It outweighed her.
"But…" she began.
Lira purred with amusement.
"Obey, bitch. Or Kai will know you failed."
Sylva swallowed hard. She knelt beside the stag. With trembling shoulders she heaved the heavy carcass across her back. The short chain tugged the instant Mira started walking. Every step was torture: crushing weight grinding into her spine, metal biting deep into her throat, pussy dripping traitorously from the humiliation and strain.
The return path stretched endlessly.
And Sylva knew this was only the beginning.
The sun stood high when Sylva finally staggered out of the forest, enormous stag draped over her shoulders. Her legs shook violently, knees buckling almost to the breaking point. Hot animal blood dripped down her chest, mixing with sweat and caked mud. The short chain chimed with every clumsy step; Mira held it slack but never released it, forcing her to match the pace.
Lira strode ahead, blond tail proudly raised, purring with satisfaction. Mira followed behind, yanking the chain now and then to "correct" her stride. Each sharp pull drove the links deeper into Sylva's neck; she gasped hoarsely, pussy clenching visibly beneath the soaked fabric.
"Faster," Mira ordered. "Or we drag you the rest of the way."
Sylva tripped over an exposed root. The chain snapped taut; she crashed to her knees, stag crushing her into the dirt. A pained growl tore from her throat, but she forced herself upright, shaking. Her pupils had already shifted into throbbing hearts.
Lira spun around, ears pinned flat.
"Again?" she hissed. "You're a walking hindrance with that chain. But Kai wants you wearing it. So walk."
Sylva rose. The stag felt heavier with every meter. Her shoulders burned, back arching instinctively under the load. The chain yanked again; she stumbled sideways, stag rolling partially off. Blood sprayed across her face.
Mira laughed low and dark.
"Pathetic. Pick it up. Alone."
Sylva obeyed. Tears of effort and shame pricked her eyes. She hoisted the carcass once more. They continued.
Another stumble. The chain dug viciously; she fell face-first, stag pinning her down. She gasped, pussy gushing hot juices down her thighs. A broken purr escaped her throat.
Lira crouched in front of her.
"Look at you," she whispered venomously. "You used to be an alpha. Now you haul kills like a mule because you can't even walk straight with a short chain. Pathetic."
Sylva trembled. Her heart-shaped pupils throbbed frantically.
Mira yanked the chain.
"Get up. Carry it all the way to the village. No help. This is your punishment for failing."
Sylva rose. The stag felt like a mountain. Every step was agony: shoulders screaming, chain biting, pussy pulsing traitorously from the degradation. She tripped three more times. Each fall earned a harsh tug, a choked moan, a short squirt that soaked the earth.
When they finally reached the palisade, Sylva was spent. She dropped the stag at the entrance. Her knees gave out; she collapsed forward, gasping, face flushed crimson, heart-shaped pupils beating wildly without pause. The thick scent of her forced arousal saturated the air.
Kai waited there, arms crossed.
"Well done," he said calmly. "But next time… no stumbles."
Mira released the chain. Sylva remained kneeling, quivering.
Lira purred against Kai's arm.
"What do we do with her now?"
Kai looked down at Sylva, then toward the forest.
"Now… we clean her. And prepare the ritual."
Sylva lifted her gaze, trembling.
And in her violet eyes something new flickered: fear tangled inseparably with absolute, burning desire.
(to be continued in Chapter 57…)