There Are No Bad Bitches in the World
There are no bad bitches in the world. Even as Veronica gripped her own pubic hair in her teeth and dragged her along, Lenaris could only tremble in utter terror, utterly incapable of any real resistance. A dark elf assassin, quaking before a mere pair of humans—no, a pair of bitches. How was this even possible? Was it because Lenaris's mind and body had reached their absolute limits? Sure, that made some sense. But she was an assassin—one who could stare down a massive orc without flinching and burn with killing intent. And hadn't Veronica herself testified that Lenaris had fought in the last war? That meant no matter the external pressure, Lenaris was the type to bend but never break.
So why the hell was she getting thoroughly dominated by Veronica and Silveryia? I could see the reason not in Lenaris as a "personality," but in the "bitch" buried deep inside her. Personalities are all different—unique values, thoughts, traits, tendencies. Even twins born at the same time think differently. But whether good or evil, loyal or treacherous, jjajangmyeon or jjamppong lover, wet-sa or dip-sa, no matter how varied their values and personalities, at the core they're animals first. No matter how much personality, values, thoughts, beliefs, conscience, or greed they have, fundamentally they're beasts—male and female.
Take someone facing an overwhelmingly stronger foe. A enemy so powerful they'd want to drop their weapon and beg for mercy right then and there—a situation where victory is impossible. What would they choose? Two outcomes: beg for life or fight to the end. Begging is simple. Meeting a superior "male" crushes the "male" inside them. Even personalities evolved from beasts retain that natural instinct to submit to the strong, amplified by raw survival drives like "I don't want to die" or "I want to live."
Those who fight to the bitter end? Their beliefs and will overpower that instinct. Protecting someone, pride that won't allow surrender—something bolstering their spirit enough to defy the law of the jungle. In other words, their values and convictions as a "personality" outweighed their "beast" instincts. Or they coolly discard their life like it means nothing, as in my case—treating life as worthless.
Anyway, back to the point: no matter how much of a personality you claim to have, you're still fundamentally a beast like any male or female. People just forget it because they fancy themselves lofty individuals. But what happens when some trigger—coincidence or whatever—makes them realize it? Silveryia's innate lewdness awakened her inner bitch. Veronica's ironclad mentality hid hers deep, but we dragged it out by force. And Lenaris? I'd have to ask later for details, but uncharacteristically for an assassin, she clung to life with bizarre desperation. Physically and mentally exhausted to the point of death, yet she endured solely because of some hidden reason she kept buried. Revenge on someone? A precious person? No idea.
So why was this mentally tough bitch succumbing to her animal instincts? Hunger. One of the most primal urges of any creature. A ruthless assassin like Lenaris could normally control it. But after starving near death, combined with her obsessive will to live, she lost all restraint. Naturally, the beast—the bitch—inside her woke up. Ironically, the very survival instinct that kept her going as a person led her straight down the path of the bitch.
Of course, she wasn't a full animal now. She could still think and speak her mind. But it'd be disorienting. Some unknown instinct creeping in unbidden, hijacking her body. "Arf! Arf!" Just look at her now—terrified of Veronica, yet confused why she's so scared. It's like knowing fear without knowing why. Lenaris didn't realize her inner bitch had submitted to Veronica and Silveryia's bitches in the hierarchy. She'd unconsciously admitted defeat in the pecking order—not her mind, but her instincts. From now on, she'd fear them on sight.
"Grrrr...!"
"Whine... whine... whiiiine..."
Lenaris whimpered plaintively at Veronica, but the sow showed no mercy, tearing viciously at her pubic hair and dragging her before me. Strands ripped free along the way, but did Veronica care? Her eyes blazed with venomous intent, promising a proper hierarchy sort-out once and for all.
And then—thud.
"?"
Veronica planted a forepaw on the spot of Lenaris's womb and barked a few times. Beside me, Silveryia—who'd been nuzzling for affection—started circling excitedly.
"Hahk... hahk... hahk♥"
She dropped low, ass wiggling, staring hungrily at my towering cock like she wanted to pounce, but holding back without my permission. Drool pooled as she begged with her whole body.
"Lick it."
"Woof!"
Silveryia lunged, tongue lapping gently from the base upward.
"Woof! Woof!"
"Yelp?!"
Veronica suddenly pressed hard on her own belly, making Lenaris thrash. Lenaris shot her a questioning look, and Veronica nodded toward Silveryia.
"Schluuuuurp... slurp slurp~"
"?"
Lenaris tilted her head at Silveryia still savoring my cock. Veronica barked again at me and Silveryia—watch this.
"Schluuuuuur—!"
Silveryia's mouth engulfed my cock whole—from thick glans to shaft to root.
"?!?!?!"
Lenaris gaped in horror at the sight. Silveryia, reveling in the attention, even stuck out her tongue more, licking and sucking with exaggerated relish.
"That's enough."
"Whine...?"
I'd wanted to enjoy more of Silveryia's bitch fellatio, but Lenaris's lesson came first. I stroked her head gently.
"I'm cumming. Fetch it."
"Woof woof!"
Ecstatic, Silveryia released my cock, grabbed Lenaris's overturned dog bowl from the earlier bitch brawl in her teeth, and bounced over. Splurt—my semen flooded the empty bowl. Starving Lenaris gulped audibly but stayed still under Veronica's weight.
Silveryia knelt before me, head bowed low at the sight of her filled bowl. Thank you for the meal, Master—the standard bitch gratitude. Common among sows, but for bitches?
"?!"
As expected, Lenaris's eyes bulged: They go that far?!
But this was just the start.
"You can eat."
"Woof woof!!"
Chomp chomp chomp—Silveryia buried her face in the bowl, devouring her "meal." Lenaris's eyes shook wildly, confusion mounting. She'd caught on. This spectacle was her training: to live as my bitch, beg for scraps like this whenever hunger struck.