Page 25 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I blindly reached for my phone, fumbling in the dark, weakened from my week-long pussy fatigue. My bleary eyes blinked at the bright screen before I tapped on the message.

Pakhan: Bunny is on bed rest. I’m worried as fuck. It’s driving me crazy. I shot Daniil in the arm for slamming the front door and waking her up.

I blinked at the message.

Me: What’s wrong with Bunny? How bad is it? I can come back tomorrow.

Pakhan: The doctors say bed rest will keep her safe, but I can’t fucking lose her. Yeah, can you come back?

Me: You never need to ask, Batushka. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Pakhan: We have a new house for you on the compound.

My jaw fell open.

Me: I don’t know what to say. Thank you.

Pakhan: You owe me half the build cost.

I smiled and sent him the middle finger emoji.

My smile vanished when he sent me a rainbow with an aubergine emoji. It returned when I thought of the dildo in my pet’s cunt. At least now I had somewhere to put it.

The krolik had two weeks left until her due date. She was a survivor. Strong. They would be okay.

I cracked my neck, thinking of clearing out of Borki and returning home. I’d been looking at properties close to the compound, but the Pakhan’s hindsight never ceased to amaze me.

It was why he was the Pakhan.

My cock was rubbed raw. Her pussy? Destroyed.

She needed rest. I didn’t.

I looked at her sleeping form, dragging the covers down until her plump little mounds of breasts were on show.

My bite mark—the one that made her squirt like a fountain—was still visible.

I tugged a little more, baring her rounded stomach.

I glanced up at her swollen lips, but it was her other swollen, cream-pied lips I was after. With a growl, I shoved the cover aside and gently pried her bruised thighs apart.

Her cum-stained fuckhole was still leaking from my previous deposit.

I was hard again.

With a wicked smile, I gently rolled her onto her stomach.

She didn’t make a sound or move. Dead to the world.

Perfect.

I grabbed some lube—for her sake and mine.

My nasty little bitch got off on the pain, but with the girth of my dick, my cum as lube wouldn’t cut it.

I smeared a generous amount all over my cock before doing the same to her gaping slit.

The cold lube soon warmed up from the heat of her pussy.

I covered her juicy little fuck lips before working some into her hole.

She sighed into the pillow and spread her legs, but when I checked her eyes, they were shut.

I shook my head.

The girl just needed to see my cock, and she was one rub away from squirting on my face.

Her black tail curved up, and I remembered the first time I placed it in her asshole.

Now she didn’t want it out of her hole, as if she needed her holes filled up at all times.

I twisted the tail, watching her asshole tighten around the plug, deciding to leave it in.

Each time I fucked her cunt with my body on top of hers, it would press it further into her ass.

I straddled over my sleeping bitch, ready to ride her cunt until she barked for more.

I grabbed her hips, kneading the bruises I’d left there, watching how easily she moulded to my grip.

Soft and compliant.

Just how I liked her.

My fuckdoll. My property. She didn’t stir—only drooled into the pillow, her legs still parted, her cunt plugged, lubed, and leaking. Beautifully ruined.

Lining my cock up, I pressed the head against her folds, letting her body recognise me.

Her pussy parted without a fight, the lips slick and welcoming like they missed me.

Even in sleep, her cunt remembered who it belonged to.

My good girl.

I pushed in slowly, giving her body time to feel every thick inch.

She twitched beneath me, a moan catching in her throat—barely conscious, but still responsive.

Still mine.

I sank in deeper, all the way to the hilt, hips flush to her ass.

The base of my cock ground into her folds, but what thrilled me more was the way the plug in her ass pressed harder, forced deeper by the angle of my weight behind her.

She shuddered and let out another broken sound, no words, just a ruined breath muffled by the pillow.

I didn’t move.

I stayed buried inside her, letting her cunt squeeze and throb around me.

My cock pulsed.

So did her pussy. She was trained well—obedient enough to clench around me even in her sleep.

“I fuck you when I want, little bitch,”

I whispered, leaning down to her ear. “That’s what you’re here for.”

She whimpered, soft and barely there, but it was all the invitation I needed. I pulled out an inch and slammed back in, slow but punishing. Her body jerked forward, the impact driving the plug even deeper. Another cry caught in her throat, fragile and involuntary.

She wasn’t awake. Not really. But she didn’t need to be.

She was mine.

Every part of her.

Every delicious hole.

Her cunt clenched around me like it didn’t want to let go. I felt every flutter, every twitch. Her body was begging—obedient without thought. That was the part I liked best. No filter. No resistance. Just need.

I rocked my hips, dragging the plug against the tight ring of her ass with every grind. It forced a deeper stretch around both intrusions—my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, and the thick plug twisting inside her second hole like it belonged there.

She moaned again, soft and pathetic.

“That tail’s in deep now, you filthy whore,”

I muttered, one hand sliding down to cup the base of it. “Every thrust presses it harder. You feel that? Stuffed full like the pretty little cocksleeve you are.”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her head lolled to the side, mouth slack, drool sliding over the corner of her lips.

I gripped the base of the tail and gave it a cruel twist.

Her whole body jolted.

“Good girl,”

I whispered, dragging my cock out slow, then slamming it back in hard enough to shove the plug deeper.

Her ass bounced, her thighs trembled beneath me.

Another ragged sound escaped her—pain, pleasure, whatever it was, I didn’t care. I just needed to hear her break again.

“You don’t even know what day it is anymore, do you?”

I breathed against her nape. “Your only job is to stay full. Full of cock. Full of cum. Full of pain.”

I pistoned my hips harder, pounding her ruined cunt while the plug kept grinding into her from behind, trapped tight between our bodies.

Her body rocked beneath me, helpless to stop the rhythm.

Her slick coated my balls, her thighs soaked. She was leaking everywhere. Again.

“You’ll wake up ruined and aching and not even remember how many times I came in you,”

I growled. “But your holes will remember. Your body always remembers me.”

I leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder, cock hammering into her. My fingers slid between us and pressed against the bulge where the plug sat buried inside her.

She whimpered, and I smiled.

“That’s right. Your Master’s still not done.”

She started to tense—hips grinding, cunt spasming around me. Her body remembered what to do. Even unconscious, she was trained to cum on command.

“That’s it,”

I whispered, voice low and cruel. “You gonna squirt all over my bed, you dirty bitch? Gonna milk me dry without even waking up?”

Her moans deepened, breath catching on every thrust. The plug rubbed harder with every slam of my hips, grinding mercilessly against her inner walls. Her thighs began to shake. Her cunt clenched like a vice.

I reached around, thumb flicking her clit just once.

She shattered.

A violent scream tore from her throat as her body seized, squirting hard around my cock.

Her legs kicked, muscles clamping down like she was trying to wring every drop from me.

I snarled at the pressure, the feel of her cunt spasming around my cock like she didn’t want to let me go.

So I didn’t.

I fucked her through it, letting her ride the edge of blackout bliss while my balls tightened, aching to unload in the hole that claimed me.

But she didn’t get what she wanted.

At the last second, I pulled out with a growl, yanked the plug from her ass with a wet pop, and slammed my cock into the gaping hole left behind.

Her scream turned into a broken whimper.

I emptied into her tight, raw ass, grinding deep as her hole tried to spit me out. I forced it open with each pulse of cum, burying every last drop inside until I felt her body sag beneath me.

Fucked.

Used.

Filled.

I collapsed over her, cock still twitching in her ass, my cum starting to drip out around the base.

She was perfect like this.

Ruined.

And still mine.