Disciplining the Little Sow
"Hehe, Snow? You've steeled yourself, right?"
"H-Hiiik!"
Snow trembled violently at the utterly chilling words from right behind her ass—coming from the sow squad captain and mother pig, Veronica. She kept sneaking glances at me all the while.
Now, if I'd dangled a nice carrot in front of Snow, then Veronica deserved a fitting reward if she handled this punishment well. What could that be? As I pondered—
-Ahahaha! That's right! From now on, anything that goes in your mouth, you swallow down without a hint of hesitation! That way, Master will dote on you too!
-Ubbubububuu!!
The voice echoing from the cell across the way belonged to Silveryia. By the way, my eunuch goblin Gojuju had bought a slave from the slave auction as a welcome-home gift for me, and she turned out to be a real spitfire. I didn't particularly care either way, but could my house sows just sit idly by? Veronica stuck to me like glue to fulfill her sacred duties as my sexual relief slave-secretary, bodyguard with toilet functions, and breeding sow, so inevitably, Silveryia—our house sow number two—took charge of breaking in the new slave.
-Uuuwuuwuuk!!
-Drink it all! I said drink it! There's still a drop left!
-Ubbubububuk?!?!
-Don't talk back—just drink every last drop!!!!
If it weren't for Veronica, Silveryia would've strutted around with her pride as top sow intact. But with her idol—and the one she feared most—Veronica joining the ranks, she'd been demoted to number two overnight. The stress must've been building up something fierce. Even now, she was shoving her pussy against the slave's mouth, dressed in some bondage getup from who-knows-where. At first, she'd just tormented her with a dildo, but lately her sadistic side had fully bloomed—her words and actions were on a whole new level.
"Jeez, what a scary girl."
"…"
"What're you staring at?"
Veronica shot me an incredulous look. But more importantly, how did we end up talking about her reward? Anyway, I stroked her ass soothingly and said,
"If you handle this punishment well, I'll make you the permanent morning toilet duty."
"Aah…♥"
"Urine only, of course."
"…"
Why the disappointment? Veronica's face fell noticeably, making me wonder if I'd awakened some monster I shouldn't have. Her perversion seemed to deepen by the day. No matter how much she restrained herself, a female's instincts were apparently impossible to suppress.
"I will endure it without fail."
Still, the sweet temptation(?) of morning toilet duty clearly appealed to her. Veronica's eyes gleamed as she thrust her ass toward me, begging to be struck.
"Now, every time you take a hit, squeal like a pig afterward… You know the drill?"
Smack!—!
"Oink oink! That's one!"
Whap!—!
"Eekyaaaaah?!"
And right away, Veronica's iron spike slammed into Snow's quivering ass. Not a light smack, but a full whap with the palm, not just fingertips.
"O-One… I'm sorryyy!"
Snow figured one solid hit wouldn't hurt much. But her expectations shattered under Veronica's smash.
"D-Dad! Wait, this—this is for real—"
Smack!—!
"Oiiiink! That's two!"
Whap!—!
"Higiieeeek?! T-Two!! I'm sorry!!"
Just two hits, and bruises were already blooming on Snow's ass.
"How hard does she hit?!"
Smack!—!
"Oink oink oiiiink… Th-Three…♥"
This time, instead of Snow's ass, I smacked Veronica's pussy mound. A sweet moan escaped her lips as love juices flowed freely, like she'd been waiting for it.
Slap!
"Higi… Huh? Th-Three, I did it wrong?"
Snow, eyes squeezed shut bracing for the next iron spike on her own ass, tilted her head at Veronica's noticeably weaker spank.
Smack!—!
"Oiiiink!! Four oinks!!"
Tap!
"…Four."
Now Veronica was openly reveling in my touch, barely bothering with the punishment. She just poked Snow's ass with her fingertips like it was nothing. Snow's face was priceless. Sure, the lighter hits felt good, but she sensed she was getting shortchanged somehow.
After who-knows-how-many more, time passed.
"Oink oink… H-hek, hek… Th-Thirty-seven…♥"
Veronica had collapsed nose-deep in Snow's ass, savoring my caresses. Too much pleasure had sapped her strength; she just lolled her tongue out, slathering Snow's cheeks with spit.
"What the hell is this?! Wasn't this supposed to be my punishment?! This is super important to me! I psyched myself up to endure any trial for Dad's cock today, and this is what I get?!"
While Veronica teared up in ecstasy, Snow wailed in pointless frustration and injustice.
I couldn't just watch this disaster unfold. I grabbed Veronica's pussy lips to haul her up, but her body went limp, ass barely raised as she quivered.
"You're right. How insolent! Veronica! You slutty sow—pretending to beg for punishment while seducing me?!"
"N-Nyeehe… I'm s-sorrrry…♥"
I doubted she even registered my words, but drastic measures were needed.
"Changing the punishment. Veronica! For aggravated offense, no more hands—from now on, it's the club!"
"D-Dad! Even that's too—!"
Squish!—!
"Hiiing♥"
Of course, cock-club flavor.
"Count every thrust of my hips."
"N-Nooo, M-Master, nooo…♥ I-I can't take it—Veronica's weak pussy will beg forgiveness after just five whacks from Master's club…"
"You think I care?!"
Slap!—!
"Hiiiieeeek?! Th-Thirty-eiiiight…♥"
Each hip snap made Veronica's body bounce like a spring. Even collapsed and powerless, true to her sow knight captain roots, she gritted through it with sheer tenacity, refusing to fly off my thrusts.
"Squeeeeal! Mom! Mooommmmy!!!"
Snow, watching us fuck under the guise of punishment, flopped to the floor wailing for Silveryia. The poor kid must've been furious—same ass-beating, but someone else was panting on my cock. Her composure snapped.
-Snow?! You! Stay right there!
-Hurguuuh…
And wouldn't you know it—Mommy to the rescue. Silveryia dropped her slave-training midstream and bolted over at Snow's cries. Bondage gear on, whip in hand. What the hell was she even doing over there, switching tools every time?
Silveryia expertly scooped up the windmilling, squealing Snow from the floor to soothe her, then glared daggers at me.
"Master, Mother~?"
Caught red-handed, Veronica's pussy walls clenched. I halted my eager thrusting and played dumb. Silveryia yelled,
"I've begged you a million times to call me if you're holding Mother!"
"Huh?"
"Grrr… I planned to snuggle with Mother in this dank dungeon for Master, and you ruined it!"
Yeah, what was I expecting? I sighed and resumed savoring Veronica's pussy. Silveryia promptly chucked Snow aside and shoved her own against Veronica's face.
"Mother's a mother too! Always hogging Master and the good stuff! Here! Lick more! Your own daughter's pussy—lick it with that tongue!!"
"Ububop!"
"What? Can't hear you—louder, slut!"
Crack!—!
"?!?!?!"
In her bondage outfit, Silveryia mounted Veronica's face outright, smacking her tits with open palms. Veronica poked my glans with her womb mouth, begging me to intervene, but
"Sorry, I side with whoever's hornier."
Like I'd stop her. I wanted more. A daughter trying to pussy-top her idol mother? Too fucking hot.
Snow watched the mother-daughter spat intently, her face crumpling into tears before
"M-Me too! Let me iiiin toooo!!!"
She burst into sobs, wedging between me and Silveryia, groping Silveryia's tits while thrusting her ass at me, begging for touch.
In the underground prison of the Isis Lord's Mansion, it was just another ordinary morning for the Grizzly household.