Bizarre Scene
“Heuuuuh…”
“Heuuung…♥”
“That girl’s still at it.”
Morning training wrapped up ages ago, but Eleonora and Violet are still locked in each other’s arms, moaning away. Good thing I swung by on patrol before calling it quits for the morning rounds—nearly missed this golden scene.
Semen-drenched ex-knight sow and milk-soaked ex-saintess sow… Hold up!
“Where you off to now?”
What d'you mean where? Gotta grab some instant rice!
“…”
I have no clue what went down between them while I was out, but seeing them crashed out in a tight embrace like that… maybe they’ve actually gotten close?
Or maybe Violet’s still lost in her lust haze, and Eleonora’s just clutching her like a doll.
Or hell, maybe Eleonora’s forcing her to hug tight until all my dried cum soaks in, claiming she needs to get used to the scent.
Whatever the case, Eleonora’s clearly having a blast. No urge to crash the party here. I brushed off SD Character’s real begging for “just a bit longer” and headed back home.
Too much! Stealing my prime viewing time like this!
This one rarely whines for more time, let alone throws a tantrum at me. Guess she’s that into the Eleonora-Violet combo.
Wanna roar like that lion auntie from Kung Fu Hustle and shut her up? Tempting. But I held back, opting for calm persuasion instead.
“Gotta eat lunch too, y’know. Fuel up to work, fuel up to cum buckets. Would love to lounge all day, but duty calls.”
…Fine, no helping it! Special pass, just this once!
“…”
Persuasion: too easy.
Heading home, we chatted about the old sow pen where Eleonora used to bunk. Then, out of nowhere, voices drifted into our ears.
—…like this, won’t…give…?
—…Uwup!!
Sow pen was empty earlier—no Urga sis, no white sow. Courtyard maybe? Picked up the pace to check. Voices sharpened as we closed in.
—Faster, faster! Slack off, and you’ll regret it!
—Uuuuwup!!
—Woof! Woof!
“Huh?”
D-Dog… walking a person…?!
We hit the source, and SD Character nosebleeds out at the sight: stark-naked white sow Christia, panting and scrambling after Dungchi as he bounds across the front yard like a track star—dog collar around her neck, lines from her clit and nipples clamped in his jaws.
“Faster!”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
—Woof! Woof!
At Urga sis’s command, home-for-the-first-time-in-ages Dungchi lets out a mighty bark, yanking Christia’s clit and pierced nipples—tied to her waist—forcing her along.
Tatadadadot!
Drip… drip…
“Ow…”
Like prepping for the Iditarod, Dungchi ramps up his pace with every barked nag from Urga sis—his footfalls booming louder to match.
And with each stride, the white sow dragged along, hands bound behind her, sprays glittering droplets from her crotch in sync.
“Heh, perverted bitch getting walked by a dog! Tits and clit tugged along for the ride, and you’re gushing pussy juice like that?”
“Mmph! Mmphpmm!”
White sow looks set to protest, but every muffled word tugs the fishing line gag—pink nipples hooked on either end—stretching them further.
Ironic: the more she gripes about her fate, the more sow-like she gets.
“Dungchi must’ve been worked hard too—panting like that.”
Dungchi wasn’t frail to start, but with those notorious yapper breeds—beagle and cocker spaniel heads—tacked on, his stamina’s doubled, no exaggeration.
Even those heads strain pulling Christia’s lines, tongues lolling. Sis is dead serious about turning her into a proper white sow.
Check that out! That thing! Front yard track etched in her fluids!
“Huh, for real.”
Sure enough, as SD said: a track of worldly filth, laid down by white sow juices. We halt our spying, step out toward Urga sis.
Sis—sunglasses perched (the pair I gave her to hide her eyes), lounging in a fishing chair like a queen—spots me instantly.
“Back?”
“Yeah. You’re drilling her hard.”
“Heh, giving this stubborn white sow a taste of tribal tradition.”
“Tradition?”
“Mmph!”
Unlike chill Urga sis, Christia glares daggers at my arrival.
Gag muffles her, but those eyes scream what she wants to say.
“Hey! Why stop?! Run!”
—Woof!
“Uuuuwup?!”
Pssshhh—!
Dungchi—thrilled reunion with me, tail wagging, paws halted—bolts at sis’s wrath, dragging Christia. She’d relaxed, thinking break time: pussy squirts clear fluid.
“Damn, impressive. Got that white sow pussy squirting.”
“Nah, she’s been cumming like that all day from a few tweaks. Guess yesterday’s deep womb probe broke her in good.”
“Oh.”
Didn’t expect that test-run with the deep inseminator to pay off this big.
“That all? Watch.”
“?”
What now?
No sooner said, sis lowers her shades proper, stands—whip in hand (Eleonora’s fave torment tool)—halts eager Dungchi, yanks Christia’s gag free.
“Puha! Y-You bastardsss…!!”
“Look at those eyes—just a short jog?”
“Gag choked her breathing, right?”
“Maybe.”
Sweat pours from her crotch and everywhere—physical exhaustion aside, the mental shredding from public nude dog-walk has dulled her edge.
Way tamer than our first meet. She’ll snap back tomorrow, sure—but sis won’t miss the shot. Whip cracks pale ass.
Crack—!
“Eekiiit?!”
“Cumming from ass whips now?”
“N-No, nooo…! It’s the constant nipple-clit stim… ugh, eekiiik!”
Crack! Smack! Smack!
Like a bowstring, each lash sends her head snapping back in orgasmic arch.
“Never whipped her before?”
“Waited till you’d be back for lunch.”
“Good call.”
“Y-You vicious cuuunt…!”
Body pushed past limits? She glares, but tongue lolls, trembling uncontrollably.
Each back-arch: perky nipple rings flash sunlight everywhichway. Eyes drop to crotch—silvery-white bush defiantly gleams back, sow-worthy.
“Sis, those shades aren’t just style?”
“Huh? Oh, sunglasses? Eyes hurt, slipped ’em on.”
“H-Her Grace won’t f-forgive youuu…! All you scum, Her holy b-bodyyy…!”
“Hey, check this bitch?”
Christia’s eyes reignite with venom at our bush-mocking—thick murderous glare.
But sis cackles, ear-whispers something to staggering Christia.
“V-Vile cuuuunt…!?”
“Kehhehe, behave.”
“K-Khuh…?!”
“?”
Wonder what she said.
From the porch, wiping sweat, just whispers—no clear audio.
But Christia’s face screams “Kill!” like a knight ready to charge. Sis swings her whip like an executioner.
“K-Kuooooul!!”
Crack—and a sow-worthy scream erupts from Christia’s throat.