Rennor

“Slower.”

“I can’t go any slower!” you snapped back in frustration, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Ghost smacked your ass in warning for speaking to Price like that and you could die from how it made your pussy tighten around his cock. You were straddled on top of him, slowly sinking down on his dick. Too slow. Tortuously slow. And Price kept telling you to go slower.

You wanted to just drop your weight, be so full of him that you could feel him in your lungs. But Price was in charge and you did not think disobedience with him came at the cost of a well spanked arse. No, he had watched you be spanked before, he knew how you enjoyed it. He had watched so much of what you had done, knew your body in that intimate way that you knew the people you had been tasked with getting intel on. Better than themselves and to a level that would likely horrify them if they ever knew.

So it wouldn’t be a spanking if you sank down on that gloriously thick cock. You suspected it would be the exact fucking you needed but without being allowed to actually get off the entire time. So you fought every instinct you had to just take it all in your greedy pussy and tried to go slower even though it was driving you insane.

If you were paying better attention you'd have noticed how Price and Ghost kept eyes pinned to the bandages on your ribs, making sure the cuts had been superficial and weren't about to cause you trouble.

“Behave luv” Gaz said, sweet and kind and like he was looking for you to sink your teeth into his fucking throat.

You glowered at him but the heavy weight of Ghost’s hand squeezing your ass kept you from snapping. It was easy for Gaz to tell you to behave given he was currently balls deep in Soap’s cunt while Soap drooled onto the bed, face down arse up and panting happily at the railing he was getting.

“Aye, behave. Fuck, Captain make her play with her fat clit, spank her arse more, spit in her mouth, oh fuck!” Soap babbled through getting the air pounded out of him by Gaz’s hard and heavy thrusts.

"Settle Tav" Gaz said, punctuated by a smack to Soap's ass that had you keening pathetically, blinking big puppy dog eyes at Price.

He sighed and ran his knuckles across your cheek. Nikto was a maniac yes but he knew his way around a body with a blade. Price had tended those cuts himself, he knew they were done right to not do permanent damage and that they were being overly cautious.

“Go ahead Lieutenant.”

“You’re going soft Captain” Ghost replied.

And then he sunk his fingers into your hips and speared up into you in one smooth, violent thrust.

“Oh fuck, yes! T-thank you Captain, thank you sir!”

“Going soft might not be the right term for it Ghost” Gaz chuckled, eyeing Price’s hard cock twitching up and leaking at the sight of you going brainless.

Gaz let up on Soap’s hips when he started to desperately shuffle in some lewd version of a cock filled army crawl towards you and Ghost. He shuffled on his knees along with him, each thrust pushing him further forward as he really put momentum and weight behind it.

You were still catching your breath and getting used to being skewered on Ghost’s cock given that he had stilled entirely to sit deep inside you when Soap’s head flopped onto your thigh and he started to desperately mouth at it.

There was a decision then. Could you really let yourself go the way he did, just fully descend into being a creature of purely pleasure with no shame, no embarrassment or ego? Even with the other three men around you who would keep their heads, would probably coo at you and make fun of how far gone you were?

But then Price’s hand came to scratch at Soap’s mohawk affectionately and he gave a happy little whine about it.

“Feels good Captain. Want tae taste her proper.”

“Not stopping you Johnny, get your face in that pretty cunt” Ghost said and Price confirmed by giving another little scratch.

Gaz easily moved around to facilitate Soap’s chin resting on Ghost’s pubic bone so he could lap at your clit.

Yes. Fuck the way they treated him sent a rush through you, a longing. You wanted that. You wanted to just let go and know they would catch you, let them use your body while your brain just switched off anything but sensation and want. In that moment it went from a humiliating and horrific concept to something freeing.

You let go.

“More, please! Please please! Ghost need you to ruin my pussy, want it so much. Captain, sir, daddy please touch me!”

They were happy to comply. Ghost started to move your hips to have you bounce on his cock while Price’s hands ran up your belly to come fondle your tits, his chest pressed against your back and his prick throbbing against your ass. Soap was messy between your legs, unbothered that he was being battered by the wet slap of your pussy sinking down on Ghost over and over again.

“Ye look so fuckin’ pretty like this. Want tae climb inside and never leave.”

“Suck, please Soap!”

He started sucking your clit, struggling to move along with you to keep latched on. Gaz groaned from the extra stimulation from Soap’s body frantically shifting to keep up.

“Fuuuck, you sure we can handle two of them?” he said with the edge of a manic laugh.

“Buckle up Gaz, we’re going to fuck them until they tap out or we’re going to die trying” Price said in a gruff command as he went to go reach for the lube.

You whined loudly when he took hands off of you and he just swore under his breathe and got one hand back kneading your tit to keep you happy and stretched the other to grab the lube. Simon laughed underneath you and the sound make your cunt clench around him, you liked his laugh.

“Little slut” he said, the degrading words dripping with fond affection.

There was no more guilt, no feeling like the words shouldn’t rile you the way they did. You were his little slut and you loved that, you loved him using your body as a toy to bring him pleasure.

“Yes, yes more!” you cried out as he kept fucking you and Soap kept drooling all over your clit and catching it with his teeth from desperation and Price had one hand tugged and pinching your nipple while he popped the lube cap with his teeth so he could start prodding at your puckered hole and Gaz, beautiful, gorgeous, sunshine Gaz leaned over Soap’s body to shove his tongue past your teeth to dominate yours.

So much and not enough. Never enough. More more more. Price worked his fingers in and out and you tried to beg him for more around Gaz’s tongue. Even when his cock pushed in, the stretch of him in your ass while Ghost was still in your cunt impossible, you wanted more.

“Fuckin’ Christ! Take it you stupid slut, you fucking love it don’t you? Love being stuffed overfull with big cocks in your sloppy holes, going to beat that pussy up until it's fuckin' ruined” Ghost growled.

“Doing so well sweetheart, such a warm arse for me to sink into, nice and tight and squeezing me perfectly” Price cooed almost immediately after.

They pounded you like a ragdoll between them. Soap was crushed when Price pushed you down to Ghost’s chest so he could grab your hips and have more leverage to shove his cock in and out. You whined when Soap was moved, practically growled when Gaz pulled away.

His cock replaced his tongue and you dove in as much as you could from where you were sandwiched, needing your throat to be full, needing to feel them everywhere. Every so often his cock would slip out to rest on your cheek so you could tangle your tongue with Soaps who was busy at Gaz’s ass, rimming him out. And then when he lost patience he'd smack his thick cock hard against your face until you took him again.

Everything was wet and you were dripping with sweat but none of it mattered, you just needed it.

The first orgasm never seemed to stop. The clench of your body around the cocks pistoning in and out just caused more pleasure, another wave. Their moans and the fingers sinking into you were delicious, you loved making them feel this way.

You thought you may never be satisfied, that your thirst would never be quenched as you fucked and fucked and fucked and you still needed more.

And then finally it was enough. Price was beneath you, his cock squelching in and out of your pussy. Behind you was Ghost sharing your ass with Gaz who was squatted over you. Three cocks in your holes, ruining you. And then Soap grabbed your head, wrenched it as much out of the sandwich you were in as he could so he could fuck your skull, his soaked cock a welcome intrusion as he ground his cunt against your face.

"Captain I can't hold it, need to cum in this thick arse" Gaz hissed, the stimulation from your tight channel, Price's cock thrusting against his and the feel of Ghost's through that thin barrier all too much.

"Be a good girl sweetheart, strangle our cocks and we'll give you what you want."

"She couldn't stop it happening if she tried, little slut is gagging for us. Drown her pup, I've not given her leave to scream so you'll need to keep the bitch quiet."

The final orgasm had everyone moaning in chorus as your body strangled them all, finally full and wanting their cum deep inside. You barely felt the flood, your body spent and your screams muffled by Soap's sopping wet cunt. Their cocks kept pounding to get to their own completion and then pulled out to leave you leaking with cum and lube and spit and arousal. Soap kept humping your face even as you collapsed onto Price’s chest, even as he came and squirted into your mouth.

“Fuck sweetheart, absolute bloody perfection” Price grumbled quietly, rubbing your back as he panted. “Gaz, our boy still has some brain cells left.”

Gaz’s cock did not have the energy to fuck Soap again, but he yanked him away from you so he could feast on his puffy, abused cunt. You were floating, vaguely aware that as you made little noises of contentment against Price’s chest that Gaz and Ghost worked together with tongues, fingers and fists to finally wear Soap out enough so he could collapse down next to you.

Price gently extracted himself to stand and watch next to Ghost and Gaz as you and Soap, barely coherent, clumsily tangled together and kissed.

“Think they broke my dick Captain” Gaz said as he slumped against Price’s side, knackered.

“You’ll live” Price laughed.

He gave a hand signal to the camera and soon after Ale came to scoop up your exhausted body, smiling at the pathetic little whine you gave over being separated from Soap. But everyone was ruined, they weren’t going to be able to look after the two of you properly in this state. Plus Soap hadn’t stayed worn out for long, the boy was already fingering himself again, begging for you back.

Looked like Ghost had a long night ahead because Price had to go get Gaz fed and cleaned up. There was a slight undercurrent of discontent about you being taken away by someone else from his entire team which made him sigh.

10 more days and then you’d be gone.

Day 3 - Public sex + orgasm control (Nightwing x fem!reader)

Day 4 - Cockwarming + hickeys (John Price x fem!reader) | d

Day 5 - Double Penetration + Praise/Degredation (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)

Day 6 - Face sitting + 69 (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 7 - Knife play + gags (Ghostface x fem!reader) | d

Day 8 - Bondage + blindfold (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader) | d

Day 9 - A/B/O (Alpha!Valeria Garza x omega!reader)

Day 10 - Oral fixation (Rudolfo Parra x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Somnophilia + breath play (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 12 - Hunter/prey + uniform (Red Hood x fem!reader) | d

Day 13 - Sex pollen (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader) | d

Day 14 - Monsterfucking (The Unknown x fem!reader) | d

Day 15 - glory hole + free use (Cod x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Phone sex + orgasm denial (Ghostface x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Period sex + fluff (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader)

Day 18 - Cock ring(vibrating) + dacryphilia (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader)

Day 19 - Cock worship + prince albert piercing (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader)

Day 20 - Threesome + chocolate aphrodisiac (Nikto + Krueger x fem!reader) | d

Day 21 - Glove kink + hair pulling (Nightwing x fem!reader)

Day 22 - Food play + mating press (Konig x fem!reader)

Day 23 - Frottage + stockings (Red Hood x fem!reader)

Day 24 - Mirror sex + dumbification (Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader)

Day 25 - Interrogation role play + aftercare (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 26 - Anonymous sex + formal wear (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x fem!reader)

Day 27 - Tit/thigh fucking (Micheal Myers x fem!reader) | d

Day 28 - Voyeurism + cuckhold (Ghostface x fem!reader) | d

Day 29 - Shower sex + sloppy kisses (Red Hood x fem!reader)

Day 30 - Edging + brat taming (John Price x fem!reader)

While you didn’t have near the amount of scars that the rest of the people in the Kennel did, you were not a stranger to violence. Usually you were bunkered down, but you had been in firefights before. It was medical and comms that the enemy went after if they were being smart about it.

You remembered tactical questioning training, the fancy term they used for your own trainers torturing you to make sure you could take it and keep your mouth shut. It was mean and they’d opened you up, shallow cuts, nothing that would scar. But it did not feel like this.

Nikto was in his mask and gear. Ghost was in only grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide the weight of his cock on his thigh or the scarred expanse of his torso. They were so different even down to the violence simmering just beneath the surface. It was much like how they were dressed really, Ghost wore his violence openly, twirling a knife in his hands. You didn’t think he would surprise you with anything. Nikto though? You had no idea what the hell he was hiding, how bad it might be.

The room was sort of like a clinic, clean and sterile. The gurney you were on wasn’t comfortable, but that seemed like the least of your worries with your naked body being appraised by the two of them.

“Flip for it?” Ghost asked, as if slicing into you was no more severe than who got the first slice of cake.

“Blade” Nikto replied, his eyes shockingly bright against the eye black surrounding them beneath the mask.

Ghost flicked the knife up in the air over the plush arm chair in the corner (wildly out of place in this room in a way that made you nervous) and there was a thud as it embedded itself in the cushion. Shit, you assumed that meant blade.

“Was it on purpose pirzrak?” Nikto asked with some dark amusement as he ripped the knife from the chair and approached you.

You were not tied down, the thing keeping you still was the oppressive atmosphere the two of them created together. You hardly felt you could breathe never mind squirm. And yet… there was something erotically charged about it all. There shouldn’t be, not in this setting with what you knew was coming.

But the fear, the anticipation. Adrenaline was adrenaline, your cunt wasn’t entirely sure if it should be spiking in arousal or not with the rush it was getting. It didn’t help that it was Nikto coming towards you with that knife, the man already jumbled between fear and sex in your memory.

“Maybe I’m just a nice guy” Ghost replied with a chuckle, eyes on you.

He had done this before, kept his eyes locked to yours. It was something to focus on, something that calmed your racing heart ever so slightly.

“Breathe” he ordered.

“Or don’t. You’ll cut just as well unconscious” Nikto said as the tip of the blade met the flesh over your rib cage.

You were fully sure he was serious about it, but Ghost gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Thank fuck. Nikto might want to keep carving you up if you passed out, but Ghost wouldn’t allow it.

“Krasivyy.”

Beautiful. Nikto was enraptured by the bright red blood that followed the trail of the knife. The pain was… exquisite.

The knife was so sharp, was gliding so smoothly against you, that it almost didn’t feel like pain. It was such an intense burst of sensation at the start. Pain followed after, but you were so overwhelmed by that initial feeling.

“Hm, pain slut” Ghost said with fond amusement.

Unbelievably you were sure you smiled and stuck your tongue out at him. Even while your whole body was on fire and your cunt was clenching painfully along with the rest of your muscles you were playing.

Then the screaming started. Nikto mustn’t have liked that little bit of playfulness, maybe it was jealousy, because he jammed his thumb in the wound. This was not that intense sensation from something so sharp slicing almost delicately into skin. This was horrific pain, the kind that emptied your mind of anything else but ‘get away, get away, get away.’

You tried, you tried to move away from the pain. He pressed harder, one thumb against your ribcage managing to hold you in place because anytime you moved it felt like your entire body would turn inside out.

You weren’t looking at Ghost. Fuck you weren’t even aware he was in the room anymore. You weren’t aware of anything but the thumb digging into you. Your eyes were locked to it now and all you could process was how much fucking blood there was. How had you been so loopy with sensation that you hadn’t realised that he had sliced four lines across your torso following the curve of your ribs?

“Nikto.”

Just his name, said calmly. Not a yell or vicious, but a warning from Ghost none the less. His thumb left you and you lay boneless and in shock, your body flopping around against your will as it tried to figure out what was happening.

“Hey, pay attention” Nikto grunted.

He slapped your face hard and that got your brain back online. You glared up at him.

“Going to safe word?” he asked, sounding disgusted at the concept.

You held his gaze, tried to get a read on this psycho. This was the heart of what the Kennel was you thought. There was something behind that need for violence he had. Something almost vulnerable. He needed this. He needed someone to willingly give their body over like this.

There wasn’t something self-sacrificing here when you gritted your teeth and shook your head. The pain was a dull, horrid thud now, but you could handle it. If he tried it again, you would still safe-word out, you would not completely destroy yourself for him. But you would give him what you could.

Fuck. The rush you got from the surprise in his eyes. How demented a thing that the pain was almost worth it to see how he looked down at you like he had just seen God.

“Good. Good. Sheath pirzrak.”

He did not take his eyes of off you as he held out the knife, blood dripping from it. You looked over and saw Ghost secure a thick leather sheath on the blade, the blood squeezing up and out of the end. He glanced at you, raised an eyebrow in question and you responded by sticking your chin up. You were not some shrinking flower, this was not about to break you and you were strong enough to call a stop if it was.

“Where did Price find you?” he said, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the camera. “Tricky old man.”

You near jumped out of your skin at the first swipe of the sheathed knife on your slit. Nikto had went to the end of the gurney and gave your knee a push to get you to open your legs more. It was impossible to tell as he started lazily playing with your clit with the tip of the knife if you were getting wet or you were getting bloodied.

Not to be left out Ghost started to play with one of your nipples.

“Think this would look pretty with a bar through it princess. Maybe a hoop, something to put a chain through. Think you liked being leashed.”

You wished that your nipples didn’t pucker, that your clit didn’t fucking throb. Your body was terrible at keeping secrets.

“Sick in the head princess. She creaming up down there?”

“Da” Nikto replied with a chuckle that seemed almost light. “Going to take my knife so easy.”

Jesus. You knew there was a thick sheath on the thing but a knife fucking you was still terrifying. Fear, anticipation, adrenaline, arousal. Which one was which right now?

“And she’s going to stay still while she does. Don’t want to fuck this up” Ghost said, unveiling a tray with what you very quickly realised was piercing equipment.

“Y-you can’t be serious.”

“Hm. Is that right? You not seriously going to fuck her with your knife Nikto?”

Your hand shot out and dug into Ghost’s thick forearm so hard you were sure you would break skin when the tip of the knife pushed at your entrance. You couldn’t breathe properly as it was worked inside.

It wasn’t the right shape. It was too narrow but wide, your poor pussy not able to stretch evenly as it should. Nikto was mumbling in Russian, concentrated on his task.

“Stay still now.”

When Ghost brought the needle to your hard nipple and it pricked the surface you felt it shoot straight down to your clit. You couldn’t scream properly, no oxygen, you could only silently open and close your mouth in any attempt to make some sort of noise.

The widest part of the knife finally got passed your entrance and then the rest of it slide home easily. Too much, too fucking much. The stretch, the wrongness of it, the sharp pain on your nipple that was pounding through to your clit and finally, finally the absolute riot of sensation when Nikto flicked that swollen bundle of nerves as hard as he could.

You shattered into pieces entirely. Finally your lungs took in oxygen and you howled through it, howled as Nikto started really fucking you with that knife as your cunt tried to squeeze unevenly around it, as Ghost scraped the needles surface across your nipple again and again without ever piercing into it.

When your body was spent the knife was pulled out and clattered onto the floor, Nikto tossing it almost in a daze that you really had cum on it.

You blinked at your nipple. It was red and hard but there wasn’t a bar through it. Ghost just put the needle back on the tray and grinned at you.

“Only day 17, can’t have your nipple out of commission for the rest of the month now can I?”

“You… you asshole! I really though you were going to pierce it!”

“Aww you disappointed princess?”

“Oh fuck off.”

You were and you weren’t. You didn’t actually know anything about nipple piercings, although if you had you’d have absolutely called safe word at the idea of getting one when you still had half the contract to go. Although the idea of him giving you one was still sort of titillating in theory. A permanent reminder of the Kennel pierced into your skin.

The smile was weak but you did smile none the less. The cuts weren’t so deep that you were at serious risk of catastrophic blood loss, but it was probably best to not tempt fate and get them seen to quickly given that you were feeling a little woozy. This had been unexpected. It felt unexpectedly good right now, body thrumming with dull pain but so rinsed through of adrenaline that you felt like you were liable to float away any second now.

“What…?” you asked softly, seeing Nikto with something in his hand.

Ghost did a double take.

“Nikto…”

There was the smell of hot metal and you froze.

“Red.”

You were not letting him fucking brand you. The electric brand had Cyrillic on it. You weren’t fluent, but you could guess at it being Nikto’s name. He did not put it down.

The next few seconds felt like hours. He rushed forward, looking manic as he aimed to press that burning metal to your skin, right between the still oozing slices on your ribs. You were slow to scramble, still on the gurney and so weak and light headed that you knew you weren’t going to make it in time.

There was the sizzle and the smell of cooked meat with the acrid tang of burning hair.

“Bastard!” Ghost yelled in pain as he muscled his way in front of you, the brand bubbling against the skin of his side, right up at the top of his ribs.

A fight ensued. Price came bursting in and sunk a needle into Nikto’s neck while Ghost tried to restrain him. The electric brand clattered on the floor and settled against the arm chair, the wood of the foot starting to burn.

You tried to stand and your legs just went from under you, but there was another body that caught you.

“What a mess.”

“Valeria…” Price warned, clearly not having expected her to be here.

“Calm down” she tutted. “Blood is not my thing is it little lamb?”

Your still sore nose would disagree, but honestly you didn’t feel that unsafe right now with her. Valeria was a danger but only when she chose to be. You imagined she was the rare breed that had complete control over what she was doing and just chose to do awful things rather than losing control and doing them.

“Is Nikto ok?”

The three of them looked at you a little strangely. Nikto was now slumped over on the floor.

“He tried to brand you” Price said, almost a question.

“Well yeah, but that’s why Ghost was here and you were watching. In case he sort of lost it?”

You didn’t get why it would be strange you were checking he was ok, but then your vision was sort of starting to fuzz out at the edges so you weren’t really at full brain capacity right now. Valeria was laughing while she held you up and the jostling hurt like a bitch.

“Fucking tricky old man” Ghost said with affection.

“Right. Get him in his room, maybe send Velikan in to calm him down” Price said. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you patched up.”

Valeria squeezed you and it hurt and it could almost be considered possessive. Still, she did not fight handing you over to Price’s care.

You drifted off as he cleaned you up, were somewhere between awake and dead to the world when you were fed. You think maybe you had visitors? Familiar faces who came to check in, to give you little snacks and cuddles.

“Stop barking bitch, never going to get pupped up if you don’t present pretty” Nova scolded as she pushed your head down into the cooling pile of cum.

You were attached to a bitching post by a short chain attached to your collar and one of the studs (somewhere floating in your quickly receding person brain you knew it had been Gaz and that he had been mostly nice about it) had been bucked off by you as you had screamed and fought so they had finished on the floor.

“Bad girl. That’s not where cum belongs is it? Belongs up in your stomach.”

“Having trouble are we?” asked Ghost.

“Fuck off ya wanker. Just because you’re used to mutts doesn’t mean you know anything about pretty thoroughbreds like this” your owner snapped back.

You had ears but no mask, so the cum smeared across your face as she held you down by the back of the neck. You didn’t want to be a bad girl, so you started to lap it up to get it into your stomach even as the chain snapped taught and you started to choke. Nova sighed and you whimpered.

“Aww she upsetting you puppy?”

“About to knock the piss out of you ya nonce” Nova warning, shoving Ghost who only chuckled before she tugged your head back up by your collar. “Don’t you listen to him girl, let’s try again now that you know better.”

You went to speak but the pain in your ass reminded you that you were a doggy given the tail that was in there, and doggies didn’t speak person. You barked obediently and crawled back to the post, resting your cheek on the floor and presenting your bitch cunt high for breeding.

The next stud was not as gentle as the first. This one was big, some Austrian mountain breed perhaps, and he humped you hard and fast. You howled through it, he was just too big and you were too unprepared to take him but he was an animal with breeding instincts that wouldn’t allow him to stop.

“Settle girl. You keep squirming and it won’t catch.”

You whined and whimpered but settled, taking the pounding like a good little doggy. He grunted more like a wolf than a simple domestic dog and just kept pushing and pushing deep inside. You felt his fist around the base of his cock and you were confused, realising too late that he was working his balls inside you. His knot.

“There we go, take it. Nice and easy. That’s what bitches are for, taking knots and milking seed for their bellies” Nova said gently, coaxingly almost, as she flicked one of your fluffy ears.

You wanted to lean your head into her hand, seek the comfort of her heat on you, but you could only whine and pant and drool in order to be the good bitch who took this knot and milked this seed for your belly. You didn’t want her to rub your face in your failure again.

It was more of a pig squeal that left you when the stud yanked sharply on your tail. The sudden shock of pain from your ass nearly tearing apart made your cunt lock around him like a vice, crushing his knot. It must have been painful, but rather than pull out he flooded you with a growl and wet, sloppy licks to your back. You closed your eyes and waited.

There wasn’t a moment to rest when he pulled out and was dragged to the side by Ghost at Nova’s nod so another could take his place. Calupoh perhaps, large, dense fur, highly energetic. He mounted quickly, thrust a few times before he managed to catch your hole and stab home in one motion.

You heard a chuffing sort of sound followed by something wet and blinked your eyes open. There was another dog eagerly licking up the cum from Gaz now mixed with your saliva. This one had a fun haircut, a mohawk. He was more prettied up that you, bound hands and feet encased in leather and a full mask on. You wondered if he would breed you too and gave a little bark to signal your interest in him even while you were being bred by another.

“No! Bad girl! Your breeding might make up for a lack of some standards, but I’ll not have you filled with mutts. Ghost get your dumb dog away from my bitch!” Nova snapped.

You were sure your master may actually start a fight with Ghost when after Rudy fucked his cum into you and went wandering off without ceremony, Soap mounted you and started to rut wildly. You could have died at how he battered your hips with his, nudging your tail with every hard collision and making it feel like he was fucking your ass.

“That’s enough, get your arse over here” Ghost barked.

The humping did not stop until Ghost dragged Soap away by the collar with Soap barking and fighting about it the whole time.

Nova bent down to inspect your cunt and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he hadn’t cum inside you, instead just leaving you wet and sloppy from his own arousal rubbing off on you and mixing with yours.

“Mutts like him shouldn’t be off leash” she muttered as she spread your labia and stroked you up and down with one finger to check how well you were slickening up and then to suck the moisture off of it with a pop. “Hmm, not sweet enough, you don’t taste like you’re with pups yet girl so we’ll keep trying.”

She stood and gave your ass a pat before shoving over a bowl of water with her foot that you desperately lapped at. You felt parched now that you had felt that first drop of water on your tongue. It was a clumsy and messy drink.

You snapped your teeth at her when she took the bowl away and earned yourself a scolding right before she wrestled a muzzle on you. The shame of it had you curling in on yourself, but the next stud didn’t mind having to wrench your hips up in order to fuck you.

This one liked spanking your ass as he nailed you and the sting was a familiar one from a familiar hand you thought, but just as quickly as it came it drifted out of your head again. You were on a dog after all, nothing much to think about other than getting bred nice and full.

You focused on squeezing your insides, making sure you would get as much cum inside you during your heat as it took. At one point Nova helped you along by holding a vibrating chew toy between your legs to get you to cum and clench tighter to service the cock inside you.

There were more studs, more rutting, more cum. You whined when a human took you while you were exhausted and full. Ghost fucking you was wrong. He was a person and you were a doggy but even when you squirmed to get away he just started fucking your ass with your tail while he shoved his cock inside you.

You howled yourself hoarse and collapsed in a heap when you exploded around his cock and he came inside you while ripping the tail fully out and throwing it to land with a wet thud by his dog. Soap lay down, caught it in his paws and contentedly yipped while he licked and chewed at it.

“What a good breeding bitch you’ve been girl! Next time you won’t get your teeth out will you?” Nova asked, although it sounded more like a warning as she undid the muzzle. “Poor exhausted pup, one more then a bath hm?”

Price was gentle, but you could hardly feel your pussy anyway. As he made love to you like a person you slowly started to become one again. No tail, no muzzle, no ears once he slipped them off of your head. You didn’t much feel when he came either, you were so fucking full of wet cum that more barely registered amongst the sloshing.

Nova undid the chain on your leash that held you to the breeding post and Soap perked up, eyes zeroing in on the now loose chain as he started whining at Ghost.

“You sure boy? All those well behaved pure breds are all fucked out, so you’ll be getting the fighting dogs.”

“Loosen up slut.”

Mace punctuated his order with the heavy thud of him using his cock to slap your thigh. He was a terrifying man, huge and impatient. You had been barked at to strip when you came in and you had done so even while your head spun at seeing two naked men.

Both were heavily scarred, but while the silvery scars on Ghost’s face and body were clearly from abuse, Mace had them in patterns of raised bumps as decoration. They extended on him to his heavy cock and you couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been to nick the skin there, to heal into scarring when the skin needed to stretch.

They were both terrifyingly big men right down to the heavy weight between their legs. Taking one of them would already cause you to gape, taking them both surely could not be possible.

Already you felt stretched to the limit with Mace’s four fingers inside of you. He kept spreading them out and you could barely breathe. While you were spread open on the bed with him kneeling up between your legs, Ghost was stood by the bedside watching quietly, his judging eyes on you as he lazily pumped his cock.

“Your mutt did a half decent job Ghostie, she creams up real quick” Mace said to Ghost, pulling his fingers out abruptly to show him which caused your poor cunt to spasm around the sudden emptiness he had just left behind.

“Why do y’think I pushed for him to have a go at her first? Never met a doll Johnny couldn’t turn into a whore given a couple of hours.”

You were just trying to gulp in breaths, knowing he wouldn’t give you a break for long. Mace was pushing so quickly, those four fingers had been worked up to far too fast so your body was always just on the edge of tearing. The stretch was always intense enough that all your brain could do was focus all of it’s attention on the invasion and try to withstand it.

When he pushed his fingers back in he pumped them fast, impatiently, up to the third knuckle. You squealed like a stuck pig when he started to twist his hand back and forth to get his thumb in and he laughed while Ghost bent over to get in your face.

“That’s a cute little noise, but I didn’t fucking ask. You squeal again without permission and I’ll gag you.”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip so hard it hurt and nodded at him in submission, all of your focus on him instead of Mace because you were sure if you actually saw his fist start to sink inside of you, your body would realise what was happening and you’d black out.

Ghost held your eyes, fully aware that it’s what you needed. You were so different from Johnny, but so alike in some ways. He needed this too. Anytime him and Mace played with him together his boy would need to stare at Ghost, need the reassurance that he had his full and undivided attention even as he was being obscenely opened up by Mace. A nice, wide open cunt was a pretty sight, but even sweeter was the eyes of the person trusting him and his to be the ones stretching it at their pleasure.

It was so tempting as the squelching sound of fist in pussy rang in the air to slip his cock past your pretty lips, stretch them out too and watch as you broke into someone that knew they only breathed at his say so and thanked him for it. But no, Price had been very insistent on this whole sticking to the brief thing so he’d follow orders. For now at least, Johnny seemed to be very fond of you and anything his pup wanted, he got. If it came down to it, Ghost would ignore any protests or safewords to serve you to Johnny on a platter.

“You can scream for this next part” he said like he was indulging you.

You furrowed your brows, looking up at him in innocent distress. Oh you would look so lovely ruined he thought.

It took a moment for you to process what was happening. Something hot and pointed was pushing in alongside Mace’s fist. Oh God. Oh God. He was pushing his cock inside you without taking his fist out.

You screamed alright. You screamed and tried to shove back and away, tried to sit up and batter your fists against Mace to get him to stop. He laughed at your attempts because he was no stranger to a feisty bitch, that’s why he had Ghost here to roughly pin you down with a hand to your chest and land the other sharp on your pussy in warning.

“There’s a good cocksleeve, won’t ever tighten up when we’re done with you sweet thing. Won’t be able to feel nothing at all unless you’re stuffed full of fists in that loose cunt.”

He started to thrust his cock up inside you, his fist punching at the same time. He was going to shake your fucking organs loose. He was going to rip your apart. There was nothing but the stretch, nothing but being stuffed so overfull that you were ready to burst open.

“T-too much! Please” you tried to yell, only managing breathless, gasping words.

“Hm, seems to think you’re not doing it right Mace.”

“Yeah? Any suggestions?”

“Got one” Ghost replied, obviously in on a joke you weren’t.

Mace kept his cock deep inside you, wrapped his fist around it and pumped once and then ripped his soaked fist out. His big arms wrapped tight around you and rolled you over, him now driving up into you from underneath. It was dizzying how fast the angle had changed and there wasn’t a moment to adjust, you just had to claw at his shoulders and try survive.

“Slow down” you panted as he hammered into you.

You had thought now his fist was gone it wouldn’t be so insane a feeling, wouldn’t be completely scrambling your brain, but your cunt still felt too tight for the throbbing, scarred, monster of a cock inside of it. It was hardly the break you thought it would be, but he stilled within you and you could have wept with the relief.

Stupid to think it was for your benefit.

“Say ah” Ghost said and you realised too late that you had taken your eyes off of him while you were being manhandled into a new position and he was now kneeling on the bed behind you.

There was no going slow, no easing into it. He pushed his cock in above Mace’s all the way to his balls in one motion.

“Too full, fuck, too full, oh my God, please, please I can’t” you babbled incoherently, driven entirely insane.

“Quit your bitchin’, sluts don’t get to say I can’t. Open up nice and wide and fucking take us” Mace said, mocking.

“Jesus she’s strangling me.”

“Play with her clit, she’ll loosen up.”

Ghost reached around, was rough in how he almost lifted you up a little so he could wriggle his hand past your stomach and between your legs to pinch hard at your clit. You yelped and he pinched harder.

“What did I say about needing permission for your bitchin’?”

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, please just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t- I need- please I need to cum, everything is too tight” you begged.

You needed to cum. You needed to have your muscles clench and then just relax. You were so fucking full and something had to give. Either you came or you were sure you would just unravel, burst apart into viscera on the bed between them.

“Aww she begs almost as pretty as your mutt Ghostie” Mace cooed.

You wanted to comment, but the air was knocked from your lungs when Ghost thrust hard as Mace did, no longer keeping a rhythm where only one was balls deep at a time but instead now keeping pace with one another. You were writhing between them, or at least trying to but unable to really go anywhere sandwiched two massive bodies as hard and heavy cocks slammed into you again and again.

Ghost’s clever fingers were lethal on your clit, knowing when to rub gentle as a whisper and pinch rough as a scream. Your body fought against the rising tide, knowing the consequence of giving in was you tightening around them. If you tightened anymore your cunt would snap like an elastic band you thought, but it felt impossible that you could keep going if it didn't.

“Let her squeal” Mace said with a growled laugh.

“You’re going soft Mace, but fine. You can bark bitch, let everyone in the Kennel know who your owners are.”

It was not a loud scream, you couldn’t breathe enough for that. Instead you sounded like a dying creature when you came and your cunt bore down on their cocks. It was a keening death knell as your body finally gave in and went slack between them, went loose and plaint so they could have their way with it.

“Want to feel you pulse big man, cum on my cock” Mace said, like you weren’t the one being fucked here.

“Brat” Ghost replied, but never the less he repositioned himself so he could hit the exact right angle he wanted as he chased his orgasm.

You felt him cum, felt his cock twitch against Mace’s inside you as he made a fucking mess of you. It was disgusting when he pulled out, his cock dragging cum with it while the rest was thoroughly coating Mace’s still inside your cunt.

“Oh that’s a pretty sight” Ghost said, hooking two fingers in your cunt and tugging up.

You felt the stretch, felt the hollow space he made above Mace’s cock. Oh God you were gaping open around it when he tugged like that to keep you from tightening back up.

“She’ll not stay loose forever.”

“Hold her open would you?”

You weren’t sure what exactly Mace meant by that, you felt pretty fucking open already and every scrape of those scars on your walls was making you think you might never be the same after this.

More manhandling without any warning. Ghost picked you up unceremoniously off of Mace’s cock and it was so much worse than when Mace had taken his fist out. Your poor cunt was fluttering violently, not sure what shape it was supposed to be anymore without anything inside of it.

You were settled on your ass between Ghost’s legs, you back to his and Mace grabbed your ankles to get them spread. Ghost hooked two fingers from each hand into your hole, pulling and pulling as he added more fingers. You were sure Mace must be able to see inside of you.

He started stroking himself and you made a noise of protest when you realised he was aiming for the gaping hole presented to him. It was so humiliating and yet as he groaned and spurt after spurt splattered against your insides you couldn’t help a whine escaping that wasn’t entirely negative.

“Make her cum again, want to see her insides twitch.”

“Careful, you don’t order me around Mace.”

“Make her cum, please sir?”

Ghost snorted at Mace’s saccharine tone but rearranged his hands anyway so he could brush against your clit with his thumb. That was all it took. Your cunt desperately tried to clench shut but he was solid, pulling when you were clenching to keep you wide open for Mace’s viewing pleasure.

“You’re a mess. Fucking slut, all that cum just sloshing around in there. I can see it dripping” he groaned.

There was a sudden glint in his eye that scared the shit out of you, but you were so exhausted that you didn’t try to move. Your eyes started to drift shut as Ghost presses a kiss to your cheek. You had done it, it was unreal but you had taken both of them. And yeah maybe Johnny was right, it was sort of incredible.

“Try it again and I’ll put you in a fucking cage!” Ghost snapped at Mace with a growl right as you felt warm liquid hit your hole.

Immediately Ghost’s fingers were gone and he was dragging you back and away from Mace. Mace who you realised with an awful start had just started pissing inside you. From a fucking distance. Because your hole was so wide and loose.

If it weren’t for Ghost lifting you into his arms, taking you to the attached bathroom and getting you into a bath (who had run it? It was the perfect temperature and smelled wonderful) you probably would have spiraled over it. Maybe if it had been on the brief you could have prepared yourself, but without warning it was throwing you.

He only left the room when Price walked in a moment later, muttering something about how you had done well before he stalked out. Before the door closed you heard a feral sort of growl and part of you felt sorry for whatever Mace had just invited on himself for breaking the rules.

Soap - Oral

Farah - Virginity

Keegan - Spank

Rudy - Deepthroat

Ale - Priest

Gaz - Somno

Price - Marriage

Valeria - Rape

Nik - Phone

Nikto - Blood

Alex - Wax

König - Mommy

Ghost, Mace - Gape

Calisto - Daddy

Velikan - Squirt

Nova - Pet

Ghost, Nikto - Knife

Ghost, Riley - Date

141 - Airtight

König - Pseudo-incest

Nikto - Tattoo

Keegan - Peg

Price - Cock-Warm

Velikan - Masturbate

Gaz, Alex - Spit-roast

Mace - Cervix

Rudy - Choke

Soap, Gaz - Cuddle

Multiple - Nest

Multiple - Free-Use

You had only been to a spa once in your life and had hated it. It was awkward not knowing what you were doing when the masseuse left the room to “let you get ready”. How were you supposed to know what clothing came off or how you were to be laying when they came back or where the towel was supposed to sit?

That’s why you had been stiff walking in to find what looked, smelled and sounded like a spa treatment room. Yesterday was… it was bad? You honestly weren’t sure what to call it. So you appreciated that obviously the powers that be thought you needed a break but you couldn’t imagine this would be enjoyable.

It’s a damn good thing Alex found it very easy to prove you wrong.

He was naked, the shiny sheen of scented oil on his skin that smelled like Farah had. Not hard which was kind of a relief because while you wouldn’t object to sex, the bluntness of yesterday wasn’t something you were eager to immediately repeat.

Below the knee of one of his legs was a prosthetic. It was a good model. You knew that because most special forces did, most of you knew several people who had been stuck with low range, cheap ones that were uncomfortable to wear and served to remind them of what they had lost because they had outlived their usefulness as a soldier and so the military had no interest in looking after them. You were glad he had escaped that particular curse.

“Hi darlin’, will you take your robe off for me? You can lay it right there on that chair and then jump up on the bed.”

You weren’t wearing anything under the robe, but nakedness had stopped bothering you somewhere along the way so you shrugged it off. The sort of table sort of bed was comfortable enough when you scooched your ass onto it.

“Ok, here’s the deal. I really like unwinding a wound up girl, and you are wound up something awful.”

“Don’t like unwinding wound up boys?”

“Nah, them I like winding up more” he said with a wink.

Oh no. Oh he sort of reminded you of Gaz, charming enough to be hazardous to your good sense. You were not having a cock in your damn ass today. You just weren’t.

“Are we…” you started, trying not to be crude because, like an idiot, you wanted this roguishly handsome guy with his pretty accent to like you.

Not that you imagined you were coming off very demure when instead of just asking the question properly you gestured vaguely to his dick and then wound up staring at it slack jawed because it wasn’t only his arms and chest that were tattooed. Oh my God, that must have hurt surely? There was Arabic text running around the circumference.

“Farah Karim.”

“I- oh my god sorry, I wasn’t- wait what?”

“That’s what it says, Farah Karim. A woman named Iskra tattooed it and it hurt like a bitch because she was a bitch about it.”

You just stared at him, trying to formulate any response that wasn’t looking at the camera and freaking out because go Farah. Seriously, how did you become more like her? She was wearing the virginity of several women on her wrist and there was a man wearing her name on his cock? You had met international super spies and nobody came close to that level of fundamentally sensational.

“Ah ah ah, no can do darlin’. You’re supposed to be unwinding so stop going goo goo eyed and lay down on your front would you?”

You felt a burst of butterflies in your stomach at the embarrassment of ‘going goo goo eyed’ and were only too happy to bury your face into the bed to hide. There was a hole for your face which you had expected, but it was also oddly shaped. As if it had been created with your exact proportions in mind because there were sunken in parts that your body melted into instead of what you had experienced before which was having your chest and tummy crushed.

“Now I’m gonna start with an oil because the wax will be easier to get off that way. If you enjoy this we can do it again whenever you want, but we’re not gonna go too hard this session darlin’. As much as I’d like to get your chest and pussy flinchin’ from the heat, we’re gonna stick to your backside for today so you can get a feel for it. If you’re amenable to it, after I’d like to give you a full body massage. The happy ending ain’t optional, think you need to relax proper and I’ll need your body to sing to do that.”

“O-ok.”

It put you at ease that he just explained it all for you, although you hoped there weren’t any surprises as he rubbed oil into his hands to heat it and then started applying it to your shoulders.

“My hands will be the only thing of me touchin’ you today darlin’ so you don’t need to tense thinkin’ about if I might sneak around the brief. I’m naked ‘cause I thought it was only fair if I was asking it of you.”

His thumbs dug into your back muscles and you groaned. You knew your muscles were probably tight, but it was so woefully apparent when they seized against his ministrations.

“Sorry” you mumbled, feeling like you were doing it wrong since you weren’t just turning into goo.

“You’re fine, more than fine. Told you I enjoy unwinding girls, so I’m happy to work you until you’re a relaxed ball of melting butter.”

Sounded good to you, but given your previous experience you couldn’t imagine he’d succeed. And given that it was actually pretty painful and you kept flinching and tensing over it, you didn’t get any more confident.

“Sorry darlin’, you got a lot of tension needing worked out. Will get most of it after the wax, just wanted to get the worst of it first.”

“It’s ok. Don’t think massages really work on me anyway. Is the wax going to, I dunno, wax me? Like is it going to hurt taking it off?”

“So little faith in me. Trust me, it’ll work on you. And no, it’s not the same formula as wax for hair removal” he said before running a hand up the back of your thigh.

The knee-jerk reaction was to be embarrassed. You hadn’t shaved since the night before you came to the Kennel, too exhausted to even think about it, so you were all stubbly now.

“If it bothers you I can shave it once we’re done during aftercare since it isn’t long enough to wax. Does it bother you?”

Did it? You wanted to be the feminine ideal of soft and smooth even though you knew that was a weird societal thing rather than actually tied to femininity. And you did like rubbing your legs together like a cricket in bed after a fresh shave. But did it bother you?

“I’m not actually sure?”

And you weren’t. None of them had really cared that you were stubbly, hadn’t mentioned it at all. In fact pretty much everything you were insecure about didn’t seem to factor at all in how they played with you. In a way it was annoying because why had you spent so long thinking these things would be a problem when it came to having a sex life?

“Hm, have a think about it darlin’. Now take a breath.”

You absent-mindedly took the breath, too busy thinking about if it would be weird for him to shave you tonight to even worry why he was asking you to in the first place.

The first drip of wax seared into your skin in a way that made your whole body seize, frozen in a flinch. It felt insane, like it was sizzling through layers of skin and fat and muscle and settling into your bones. But when the second drip landed on your spine you found you liked it.

You liked how it caused your muscles to lose control and rapidly contract at the shock. How the heat spread out through your skin in a web making that one little droplet warm a much larger area.

“Good darlin’?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re taking to this like a dream. You ok with me moving to your ass? Think it’ll look unreal with wax dripping on it.”

“Go ahead” you said on a sigh, surprised at yourself considering you really didn’t think you’d let him near your ass today.

But you trusted him. He was Farah’s for a start. But he was also checking in, explaining everything, giving you the option to say no to one thing without it being a safe word stop. This was more how you imagined a regular intimate moment between two people would go rather than these odd sessions as an employee.

The fat of your ass cheeks took the wax differently, at least it felt like they did. It was sort of like the feeling of Keegan spanking you, but distilled into one tiny spot that flowed like lava before hardening.

Your pussy was happy about it, that was for sure. It wasn’t clenching on nothing as it had been doing throughout all this, instead it was just giving you a lazy stream of wetness, content to enjoy savouring the feeling. How the fuck did Alex do that? Make it so that your body was so in tune with what he was aiming for? So eager to let go of tension and just relax?

He leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Farah and Gaz are going to be going insane seeing how damn pretty your body looks right now all relaxed and covered in wax. Would put money on him being on his knees eating her out right now.”

“You’re the worst” you whispered back playfully, knowing damn well he knew the thought of it was sure to have you gushing (and it did).

He laughed, masculine and strong in a way that made your stomach flutter.

“Now you’re going to relax. You were a delight taking the wax, well done darlin’”.

You felt like a little kid with how happy the praise made you.

He really massaged you after that. You joked around with him about how he was probably going to give you more bruises that the rest of them combined and he just kneaded harder after saying he took it as a challenge.

At some point everything changed. Your muscles finally loosened off and you felt like you were melting into bonelessness. He got you on your back and it felt like you were getting embalmed with how he massaged into the meat of your breasts with no sexual intent behind it.

Finally, after every inch of you was lathered in oil, loose and warm, he massaged between your legs with the same energy.

You hadn’t realised you could have a non-sexual orgasm, but that’s what it felt like. His touch wasn’t seeking anything for his own gratification, it was purely the last part of a massage designed to reset your body, mind and soul into stillness. You cumming your damn brains out wasn’t the culmination of teasing and fucking, it was just part of this odd, sensual experience.

“There we go, perfect. You’re perfect. That’s it, slow” he said as he helped you sit up and gave you a glass of water, watching you sip at it.

“Bath?”

“Nope, can’t move. Whole body is jelly. This is where I live now.”

“Aww that would be a shame, Farah’s set on making dinner for you and believe it or not Gaz bakes unbelievable cookies.”

You’d seen horrible things before, watched and listened to them over and over again to glean whatever intel from them you could. You had known years ago it was turning your brain dark, that people weren’t supposed to be exposed to so much violence. And honestly? You’d stopped asking if the people you were seeing deserved it. The military didn’t care.

You had never been in the room while it was happening. The smell was overwhelming, blood and viscera, the filth from the man on the table losing control of his facilities, the sour tang of sweat and fear and pain.

Nikto wore a mask and it somehow made it worse because he lacked any expression. No reaction at all to the screams he was eliciting. At least not on his face, his cock was certainly reacting, straining against his trousers.

Much like you had for any other scene you had witnessed in your time with the special forces, you said nothing. A commanding officer told you this was justified and you would not question that. If you went down that road there were only two outcomes, dishonorable discharge and a life as a person broken by the things they had done, or a fast track to somewhere like the Kennel and a life as a person turned insanely violent by the things they had done.

Like Nikto, the man emotionlessly carving up a writhing body on the steel table. He casually fished his cock out of his pants and started smacking the mans face with it before thrusting against the brutalised flesh to coat his shaft in blood.

You went to parade rest, hands clasped tightly behind your back. The position sent you into the place you needed to be to deal with this. You were special forces, you bore this so others didn’t, it was for the greater good, this was dirty work but the world was kept clean. The motherfucker deserved it. You thought of all the destruction you had seen and told yourself it was his fault. The broken bodies, the maimed friends, his fault.

Nikto crooked a gloved, bloody finger at you to come. You walked across the room, sparing a glower towards the man on the table. His fault. Every bad thing was his fault. He deserved it.

You were grabbed and pushed unceremoniously over the table, your cheek pressed against the bloodied stomach. Nikto growled in Russian, you didn’t understand enough to pick up what he was saying.

There was no romance or play about this. He shoved your trousers down enough so he could start fingering your ass. It was still tender from Gaz, but you were in soldier mode so you just focused on breathing through it as the lubrication from the blood made the slide easier.

He barely let you adjust before he was jamming his cock inside and fucking you. Steady, clinical. You felt the blood smearing from the flesh beneath you onto your face as you were sawed back and forward from the force of his hard thrusts. It didn’t feel as bad as it had the first time, but then nothing did when you were in this mindset. If anything it felt good and you didn’t ask permission to chase that with a hand on your clit. It felt good because taking pleasure was spiting the man gurgling blood and whining like a bitch beneath you.

His fault.

It only lasted a few minutes. You came and Nikto didn’t really care, just kept pounding steadily until he was ready. You stayed right where you were when he pulled out and painted ropes of cum on the man beneath you’s face.

The man thrashed violently, apparently this being the thing he objected to the most even as half of his digits were gone and his insides were barely staying inside.

You weren’t even really sure what was going on because the next thing you knew you were clean, in PJs and being gently held and rocked by Price. You were sobbing, agonised wails that must have been going on for some time.

“Shh it’s ok sweetheart, won’t happen again.”