When Katya recovered consciousness her face and chest were buried in the dry straw but she was still on her knees and her numbed cunt was still completely, impossibly full. XXX Her colleagues were solicitous, and finally insisted that she leave early to recuperate. Slavering mouths drew back, the lips snarling over long, pointed teeth and a rumbling growl started in each beast’s throat. “It’s just that – I don’t know what I must do” she said brokenly. “He has knotted you” the deep voice came from behind her. “You must wait in humility” she went on, her voice becoming husky and uneven “and contemplate your final subjection”. “You have so abased yourself that you take pride in your defilement” she whispered, tenderly pressing her finger to Katya’s lips to silence
