Chapter 152: 152. The Art of Manipulation

''Annuff… Wauff! Wuu…''

The bitch's voice had a high pitch. Burying her head in a pillow, she bit its cover and kept making submissive noises as Jake plowed her.

Energy was leaving her body and her posture broke. She fell on her belly, shaking in pleasure as cum dripped from her pussy. She didn't even have the strength to moan.

Jake stopped holding her collar's chain and slowly pulled out from the girl's warm canal.

''Well, that was fast,'' he sighed, sitting on the bed's edge. Jake pointed at a wolf girl and she obediently crawled to him.

''Suck it,'' he ordered, grabbing her chain.

…

An hour and half later, he exited the tent with a satisfied look. The slaves weren't bad but not anything special either. They all had the same broken personalities because of how they had been treated.