"Hold still, you feral bitch," I snarled into Sarah's twitching ear, my claws sinking deeper into the meat of her thighs as she writhed beneath me. The studio lights burned overhead, casting our sweat-slicked bodies in garish red—perfect for the close-up Martha was framing with her usual ruthless precision. Sarah's tail lashed against the soundproofed walls like a bullwhip, her fangs bared in a snarl that dissolved into a choked moan when I pistoned into her cervix. "Fuck—*harder*—!"
The camcorder's zoom whirred as Martha crouched lower, capturing the moment Sarah's claws shredded through the yoga mat beneath us, her hips jerking erratically with each punishing thrust. Neon reflections danced across Sarah's collarbone where my cum from earlier still glistened, mixing with fresh sweat as her cunt spasmed around me. "Gonna make you *howl*," I growled, yanking her head back by the scruff until her throat arched—exposing the rapid flutter of her pulse. Her answering snarl cracked mid-snicker when I angled deeper, the wet slap of skin drowning out her ragged breathing.
Sarah's thighs trembled against my forearms, her claws scrabbling helplessly against the floor as I pinned her in place. The mating press left her utterly vulnerable—spread open, her dripping pussy taking every inch as I hammered into her without mercy. Her tail thumped arrhythmically against the studio floor like a dying engine, her ears flattening as a guttural whine built in her chest. "*F-fuck*—!*" she choked out, her voice breaking when I snapped my hips harder, the force lifting her ass off the mat with every drive forward. The camcorder caught the exact moment her eyes rolled back, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the hellfire amber of her irises.
"Keep that angle," Martha purred from behind the lens, shifting slightly to capture the way Sarah's sweat-slicked abs clenched with involuntary tremors. She zoomed in on Sarah's gaping mouth, spit-slick lips parted around silent, panting moans as her orgasm coiled tighter inside her. "Ohhh, she's *close*," Martha mused, her own tail twitching with amusement. "Look at those little paws kneading the air—fuck, she's trying so hard not to scream." Sarah's fingers flexed uselessly, her claws retracting and unsheathing like a cat's as her thighs squeezed around my waist in a futile attempt to slow me down.
I didn't let up—couldn't, not with Martha's praise dripping into my ears like honey—and instead fucked into Sarah with brutal precision, each thrust punctuated by the wet squelch of her overstimulated cunt. Her tail lashed wildly, smacking against my calf as she let out a high, reedy whine. "*T-too much*—!" Sarah sobbed, her hips bucking erratically as if torn between pushing me away and grinding down for more. Her pupils were blown wide, the thin ring of gold around them nearly swallowed by black as her orgasm loomed. The smell of her arousal thickened—musky and sharp with desperation—and I growled low in my throat, dragging my fangs along her shoulder.
"*No*," I snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, my claws leaving crescents in her sweat-slicked skin. My voice was rough, ragged with the effort of holding back my own release. "*Not too much—just right. Say it.*" I punctuated the demand with a sharp snap of my hips, my cockhead grinding against that spongy spot inside her that made her squeal. Sarah's whole body jerked like she'd been electrocuted, her cunt clenching in a vice-like spasm around me. "*Tell everyone whose little bitch you are.*"
Sarah's claws gouged deep furrows in the mat beneath us, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as her body warred between pleasure and overwhelm. Her ears pinned flat against her skull, her tail thrashing like a thing possessed as she twisted under me—not to escape, but to *take* it, her thighs trembling violently as she strained against my grip. "*Y-yours*," she choked out, the words half swallowed by a whimper as I bottomed out inside her with a brutal, spine-bending thrust. "*Fuck—yours, just—just* destroy *me—*"
The sudden swell of my knot pressed against her entrance, thick and insistent, and Sarah's entire body locked up—muscles taut, toes curling—as her cunt fluttered around me in frantic little pulses. Her breath hitched, her claws digging into my forearms hard enough to draw blood as she teetered on the edge of oblivion. "*Oh FUCK—*" she wailed, her voice cracking mid-scream as I slammed into her one last time, my knot popping past her tight rim with a wet *pop* that sent her careening over the edge.
Her thighs trembled violently around my waist, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise as her orgasm ripped through her with savage intensity. Sarah's back arched off the floor, her tail lashing wildly behind her as she came undone beneath me, her cunt milking my cock with greedy, spasmodic pulses. "*W-when the fuck—*" she gasped between ragged breaths, her eyes wide with stunned realization "*—did you grow a* knot*?!*"
I didn't answer—couldn't, not when my own release surged up my spine like a wildfire, my balls drawing up tight against her ass as my cock pulsed inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her depths, flooding her womb in hot, sticky waves that made her whimper and squirm beneath me. Sarah's claws scrabbled helplessly against the floor, her body caught between the overwhelming stretch of my knot and the relentless flood of seed filling her. "*N-no more—can't*—" she sobbed, her tears smearing her eyeliner into black streaks down her cheeks.
The camcorder whirred as Martha zoomed in on the mess we'd made—Sarah's thighs trembling, her pussy stretched obscenely around my knot, my cum already leaking out around the edges in thick rivulets. The scent of sex and musk hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of Sarah's sweat and the faint ozone crackle of hellfire from the overhead lights. "*Perfect*," Martha murmured, her tail flicking lazily as she adjusted the focus. "That close-up's gonna break the internet."
Sarah's breath hitched when I leaned down, my muzzle scraping against hers—gentler now, almost affectionate—before sealing my lips over hers in a slow, filthy kiss. Her whimper vibrated against my tongue as I deepened it, swallowing the gasps that escaped her when my knot pulsed again, flooding her womb with another hot gush. Her claws flexed against my chest, blunt and useless now, her earlier ferocity melted into pliant submission.
"Good girl," I murmured against her lips, rolling my hips just enough to make her whine—not to fuck her harder, but to make sure she *felt* it, every last fucking drop painting her insides white. Her thighs trembled around my waist, her tail twitching weakly against the floor as oversensitivity set in. The camcorder caught the exact moment her eyelashes fluttered, her voice raw and wrecked when she whispered, "*D-Daddy...*" like a prayer—or a surrender.
Sarah's cunt fluttered around my knot in weak, exhausted pulses, milking out the last of my cum as her body sagged boneless beneath me. Sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as her claws—retracted now—patted weakly at my shoulders. The scent of her submission was intoxicating: musk and salt and the bitter tang of her tears where they'd smeared her eyeliner into twin rivers of black down her cheeks. I licked one away, savoring the way she shivered.
"T-take it out already," she whined, her thighs trembling where they bracketed my hips, her tail twitching in protest against the studio floor. But her pussy clenched tighter around me as if contradicting her, another thick rivulet of my cum oozing out around the base of my knot to stain the yoga mat beneath us. I chuckled, grinding deeper just to hear her squeak. "Thought you wanted *every drop*, pup," I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. "Greedy little bitch can't even *handle* what she begged for."
Martha's laugh was sharp as a blade twisting between my ribs. "Careful, farmboy," she drawled, circling us with the camcorder still rolling. Her tail flicked toward Sarah's twitching ears, her claws skimming the damp fur there mockingly. "If you keep her tied up much longer, she'll start writing *poetry* about your knot." Sarah made a noise between a sob and a snarl, her claws flexing uselessly against my chest—but the way her hips rocked minutely, seeking more friction, betrayed her.
My cock slipped free with a wet *pop*, swollen and glistening with Sarah's slick. I let it rest on her trembling belly, the tip smearing a thick line of cum across her abs while she whimpered—half from the sudden emptiness, half from the oversensitive drag against her skin. The camcorder zoomed in on the way her cunt fluttered, gaping and dripping white onto the mat beneath her. Sarah's thighs twitched, her tail curling between her legs instinctively like she could hide the obscene mess we'd made of her.
She didn't waste time before crawling forward, despite her shaky limbs, and swallowed me down with a choked groan—her throat still raw from screaming, but her tongue working me with desperate enthusiasm. The camcorder whirred lower, catching the way her nose pressed into my pubes, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth as she milked out every last drop I had left. Martha's claws clicked against the studio floor as she approached, her tail flicking with amusement. "Well, fuck," she murmured, dragging a claw along Sarah's spine. "Guess we found her *calling*."
Martha's touch was electric—sharp nails tracing down my back as she straddled my thighs behind Sarah, her breath hot against my shoulder. "Don't stop on my account, pup," she purred, her other hand tangling in Sarah's hair to *guide* her, forcing her deeper until her throat bulged around me. Sarah's whimper vibrated through my cock, her claws digging into my thighs as Martha's free hand slid between *her* legs, two fingers plunging into Sarah's still-dripping cunt without warning. "Oh, she's *so* fucking loose," Martha laughed, twisting her wrist. "Like a used-up little fleshlight."
The camcorder caught it all—Sarah's tear-streaked face bobbing between my legs, her nose smeared with pre-cum, Martha's fingers pistoning in and out of her wrecked pussy with obscene squelches. Sarah's tail thrashed, her muffled moans turning desperate when Martha's thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles that had her hips jerking erratically. "*Fuck her throat*," Martha ordered, her own breath hitching as she ground against my ass, her wetness smearing across my skin. "Make her *choke* on it."
I obeyed, rolling my hips in slow, measured thrusts that forced Sarah's nose flush against my pelvis each time. Her throat convulsed around me, her gag reflex long since overridden by pure, dumb instinct—her body knew what it was built for now. Saliva dripped down my shaft in thick strings, her lips swollen and red where they stretched around me. Martha's claws tightened in Sarah's hair, yanking her back just enough to let her gasp before shoving her down again. "*Greedy bitch wants it deeper, huh?*"
Sarah's tears splashed hot against my thighs, her nostrils flaring as she fought for air between strokes. The camcorder zoomed in on the way her throat bulged obscenely with each push, her Adam's apple bobbing under the strain. Martha's free hand slid up Sarah's spine to pinch the scruff of her neck—*hard*—and the hellhound whimpered around my cock, her cunt clenching around Martha's fingers in a fresh wave of slick. "*Look at that*," Martha crooned, twisting her wrist inside Sarah's pussy. "*Dumb little pup cums just from being used like a fucking cock-sleeve.*"
"Daddy's gonna cum down your throat, little bitch," I growled, my claws tangling in Sarah's sweat-damp hair to hold her still. Her tail whipped against my calf in frantic approval, her hips grinding back onto Martha's fingers like she could fuck herself fuller. The pressure coiled low in my gut—hot and insistent—and I shoved her face into my crotch with a snarl, my cockhead kissing the entrance to her esophagus. "*Swallow every drop or I'll pump it straight into your fucking lungs.*"
Sarah's whimper vibrated against my shaft as I came—hard, pulsing bursts flooding her throat like a backed-up sewer pipe. Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking through the smeared mascara as she convulsed around me, her throat working in desperate gulps to keep up. Martha's fingers pistoned faster inside her, curling against that spongy spot that made Sarah's thighs judder. "*That's it*," Martha purred, her thumb grinding circles into Sarah's clit. "*Choke on it like the cum-hungry mutt you are.*"
I didn't let up, my grip tightening in Sarah's hair as I fucked her throat through the last of my release, my cock twitching against her tonsils with every thick spurt. Cum bubbled at the corners of her lips, pearly white against the reddened skin, her nose pressed flush against my pelvis as her body went limp between us—used, stuffed, *owned*. Martha yanked her back by the scruff, Sarah's chest heaving as she gasped for air, her lips parted in a slack, dazed expression. A thick strand of saliva—and my spend—stretched between her tongue and my still-dripping cock.
"Open," Martha commanded, tapping Sarah's chin with her claw. The hellhound obeyed instantly, jaw dropping to reveal the mess inside—her tongue coated white, her uvula glistening with stray droplets that hadn't made it down. The camcorder zoomed in as Martha pinched Sarah's nose shut, forcing her to hold the proof on her tongue like a fucking communion wafer. "*Swallow*," she ordered, and Sarah's throat worked obediently, her Adam's apple bobbing as she gulped it down with a whimper. The sound was wet, ruined—the kind of noise that'd echo in my dreams later.
I hauled Sarah up by her armpits, her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn's as I dragged her toward the studio's industrial-sized shower. Water hissed from the overhead nozzles, steam curling around us as I shoved her under the spray—hard enough to make her yelp when the hot water hit her oversensitive skin. Martha followed, the camcorder still rolling as she peeled off Sarah's ruined shorts with her tail, tossing them into a corner with a wet *slap*. "*Look at you*," she crooned, tracing a claw down Sarah's sternum where my cum had begun to dry in sticky streaks. "*Filthy mutt.*"
Sarah whimpered, her ears flattening against her skull as Martha's touch turned rougher, scrubbing at her skin with a loofah that smelled like sulfur and sandalwood. The hellhound's tail curled between her legs instinctively—half in submission, half in protest—but Martha just snorted, yanking it straight to scrub between her cheeks with brutal efficiency. "*F-fuck!*" Sarah yelped, her claws scrabbling against the tile as Martha's fingers dug into her tailbone. "*I can—ah—clean myself, you fucking—*" Her complaint dissolved into a yelp when Martha pinched her clit under the spray.
Martha's grin was all teeth, her tail flicking water droplets onto my chest as she leaned in. "Farmboy wants *overlord* status, pup," she murmured, her claws tracing idle circles around Sarah's leaking slit. The hellhound shuddered, her thighs pressing together reflexively—too sore to take more, but her body betraying her anyway. Martha's laugh was low, dangerous. "And you're gonna help us *recruit*."
Sarah's ears perked up at that, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten beneath the hot spray. She licked her lips—still tasting of me—and tilted her head with the wary curiosity of a stray offered scraps. Martha didn't wait for questions. She hauled Sarah upright by her scruff, pressing her back against the tiled wall hard enough to make the showerhead rattle. "Think we need a *proper* casting couch," she purred, her free hand sliding between Sarah's legs to gather slick on her claws. "And you're gonna sniff out the desperate ones."