The zebra stared at the ceiling, taking in life. He always hated it, never able truly able to say he was happy. Many told him he was… different, but only a few had the balls to tell him that there’s something wrong with him. Yet that didn’t stop him from taking what he could from the world, using the coldness to get an upper edge. With a sigh, he tuned out the gentle slurps of the girl under his desk. Pleasure was not a blissful relief, or an escape, merely a dose of painkillers. 

What did he do? Officially, the head of a formidable bank. Unofficially, the question was what didn’t he do. Drugs, guns, trafficking, you name it. He didn’t personally do most it of course, merely provided the capital, and gained the profit. But it still took a different mind to run such a disparate empire so cleanly. Though he still had a direct hand in a few markets. He looked down at the tiger slobbering over his dick, hidden under the ornate, antique wooden desk. Opulence surrounded him, but in his mind the only thing worth the price in this room was this woman worshiping him.

One of the many girls passing through his organization, knowing fates were grim and their luck was out. Many jumped at the chance to be a simple ‘desk worker’ instead be sold off to cruel unknowns. He only picked those he liked, this feline both exotic and naturally attractive. Beautiful body, and a good work ethic. He stared at her eyes, and she made sure to not shy away, locking their stares as her lips descended over his thick equine length. Face scrunching halfway, then a muted gag when she hilted, before sliding off and restarting the process. This was her life, sitting under the desk, treating his cock like it was her only purpose in life.

Other tasks arose; cleaning his balls, tonguing his asshole, relieving his bladder. But she did them with no fuss. Suddenly, a simple glare, voice calmly foreboding as usual. “All the way, then hold.” No smile came, no huff, no moan, nothing as the sloppy tiger blinked and slowly forced the cock as long as her forearm into her stomach. Eyes opening back up as she smushed her snout to his fur, lips suckling his base, throat clenching the entire immense shaft. "Good. Now keep quiet, I have a meeting coming up."

In not much time at all, a middle-aged canine tentatively walked into his office. A husky, and one that looked like a stereotypical streetwalker. Overdone makeup, fake breasts, tight and shiny clothing that paired with heels. The mature woman was clearly nervous, tail tucked while she glanced all around, a little shake in her knees and hands. She couldn't meet the zebra's cold stare, her own face radiating a sense of fear. "G-Good day, m-mister-"

The zebra waved his hand over his desk, gesturing to the open chair across from it. "Sit. I will do the talking."

Posture both on edge and slumped in defeat, the slutty husky moved to sit, eyes glued to her paws. 

Leaning back, some slurping audible from under his desk, the zebra stared down the obvious hooker. "You've been hiding clients from us, and keeping the profits."

The mature woman's ears merely wilted, folding down as her eyes remained locked on the floor.

"That is a violation of our terms." The zebra patted the tiger slave under his desk, a loud schlorp and coughing sounding as the woman adjusted to not having a horsecock plugging her neck. Without words, the exotic girl scampered up, quickly leaving through a side-door in the office. The husky only watched her with fearful eyes. 

Attempting to speak, the streetwalker had trouble keeping a straight voice. "A-Are you going to... take me? L-Like her?"

"I would have, if you didn't owe so much. But we put a lot of money into your body. Face work, two boob jobs, ass injections, lip filler, we fulfilled your every request. It was a simple contract, we cover any and all expenses, you work them off. We even gave you clients, set you up on with the whoring career you clearly dreamed of.” The zebra said calmly, stoically. He stood, lower half missing the formal suit his upper body wore, cock dangling and exposed. "You could have simply made up for your transgression by becoming more thoroughly indentured. But since you begged us to invest so much into you, and then you went and cheated us, well..." The zebra's emotionless tone was the most menacing thing. "You're going to die today."

The husky's eyes went wide, face in shock. "Y-You can't do this! I-I... I can pay!"

"You’ve clearly proven you don’t have the desire to. All you had to do was be a good slut, and open your legs for anyone with some cash. I know you didn't like the fact that we made you offer blowjobs for ten bucks, but that's what whores do. You suck cock. But a cheap cunt like you always thinks they're worth more. So you lied, and you stole." The zebra stared down at the pathetic prostitute.

Tears welled up in the dog's eyes, ears folded back. "Please... I-I don't wanna die... I'll be good, I-I swear! I’ll d-do anything…”

"It's too late. You've made your bed. Now, I have an offer." He gestured to his spit-covered equine dick, “You're going to come over here, take my dick to the hilt, and choke on it." He stared at her, and she just shivered in place. "You're going to hold my shaft inside you until you asphyxiate. It's a slow death, but the one you deserve, since you argued so much about sucking cock. Now you’ll die from it, and my dick will be the last thing you ever taste. Poetic for a worthless cunt like you. Redemption.”

The canine was sobbing now, makeup running, the reality of her situation hitting her. "P-Please..."

"Your other option is watching your daughters die before you do. We know what college they go to, their apartment, even their class schedule. You obviously care about them if you would steal our profits for their education. Two lovely specimens I must say. A shame to see them go. The choice is yours. Either die alone on my cock, or watch your family go with you. And that death will be far, far slower and bloody.”

"F-Fuck you..." She cried out, looking at the ceiling, tears streaming from her face. "Y-You bastard..."

"So what's your choice?" The zebra said, nonplussed as the woman insulted him.

With a huff, the canine's head fell, ears folded, tears running mascara down her muzzle. "Y-You're going to kill them anyways."

"We might, we might not. You've cost me a lot of money and resources, but it's more about punishing the audacity to which you stole from us. That a cheap dick-sucker would even consider it. Your children had no part in that. And can still be useful. There will be a street corner in need of fresh, young meat once you're gone. Siblings always rake in cash. Now, make your decision."

The husky shook her head, sobbing. She couldn’t do it, willingly choking on his bastard cock. But she couldn’t let her children die even more. Their faces flashed before her, sorrow and misery consuming her, but her motherly will was resolute. “F-Fine. Y-You fucking bastard... I-I'll do it."

"Glad to see you'll die like the dumb cunt you are." The zebra nodded, stepping to his desk, leaning against the edge and nudging his legs apart. His large cock was right there, still wet and glistening with saliva. The canine slowly stood up, legs shaking, body heaving as she sobbed. Each step was a fight, the husky’s paws shuffling as she tried to find the willpower to go on. "Hurry up. It won't suffocate you on its own."

The husky stared at the floor, face a mess of makeup, tears streaming from her eyes. Her head dipped, collapsing to her knees before the man leaning on the desk. Despondent, she sat there and cried until the zebra backhanded her. "Make sure to show my cock some love before you choke on it." His eyes narrowed while glaring at the miserable whore. "If you don't worship it, I'm killing your daughters anyways.”

Sucking in a pained breath, the canine sniffled. A moment was spent staring with wavering eyes, debating internally. With a slight shudder and a fresh sob, she shuffled forwards, paw reaching out. It cupped the zebra's hefty balls, and began to rub the wrinkled sack. A sniffle and whimper as her head rose up, tongue dragging a slow stripe from his heavy balls to his tip, her face scrunching as she tasted the tiger's spit and musky, bitter shaft. She swallowed, before pressing her cheek to his cock, rubbing her face into his length. Her paws stroked and groped, the woman trying her best to put on a show despite her sobs and misery.

"That's more like it. I expect to hear some nice noises. Pathetic cunts like you are only good for gagging on my dick.”

With another whine, the canine nodded, muzzle smushed into the zebra's horseflesh. Her tongue came back out, slathering the fat length, the husky's mind numb as she licked. It was a long process, the dog slobbering over the huge length. Her mouth opened and began to lick in earnest, her tongue sliding around his shaft. Muffled whines, whimpers, and huffs filled the air. The zebra was content with watching the whore's eyes stare into nothing, his balls cupped by the other paw as she slathered his dick with her tongue.

"Good whore. Now get the tip in there. You've got a windpipe to block." The zebra chuckled. The canine only huffed and sniffled, her tongue sliding up his dick. She wrapped her lips around the equine flesh, then hesitated upon realizing that once she took it in, that was it. No going back, stuck there until she died. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she sobbed. Yet the zebra's words were in her head, the threat to her children ringing like an echo.

Forced to, she took a deep breath, and pushed her head forwards, lips sliding along his shaft, tongue smushing against the underside. The zebra was huge, and the husky had trouble taking the first half in. A few inches in, and she was already struggling, her breath quickening, tears rolling down her cheeks. Any progress further came with a gag. When she reached the medial ring, her instincts couldn't take it, reflexes throwing her head back to spit out the cock.

The canine looked up, tears flowing, the whore’s mouth open and gasping. "P-Please... n-no..." She knew her words fell of deaf ears, begging pointless, but she had to say it. This was something she couldn't take in silence.

With nothing but a scowl, the zebra grunted. "You have an hour. I am not helping you. Suffocating on my cock is something you need to do alone. You know the price of failure. Get to it."

"No..." She gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to control herself. She'd been with plenty of big dicks before, but none as long and thick as this monster. Even among stallions, this zebra stood out. There was undoubtably bigger out there, but he was above the usual. She took a deep breath, the husky's mind fighting between her life and her daughters. They weren't close, the girls' mother being a shitty parent. She was doing her best to help from a distance now. And look where that got her.

She knew that if she didn't do this, her kids would die. She didn't know why the zebra didn't simply kill her and get it over with. But there was a reason, wasn't there? This was all a game, and her life was merely a toy to this asshole. All because she was vain, and instead landed in hell. Now, she had to choose. Choke on his massive cock, or watch her daughters die.

They both knew it wasn’t a choice. There was only one option. Tears streamed down her face, the husky's eyes closing as she leaned in. She wrapped her lips around his dick once more, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. She was going to save her kids, no matter what. Her jaw opened, tongue lapping around the cocktip, slathering it in spit. Her heart thumped in her chest, the whore feeling dizzy from fear.

Slowly, she took the thick member into her muzzle, pushing it into her throat. It bulged out her neck, the bitch's eyes opening wide, gagging hard, throat spasming around his length. She was able to push past the medial ring this time, taking a full half of his cock down her neck. The dog's paws gripped the zebra's balls, the bitch's fingers groping his sack as she kept the head in her throat.

It was all too much, the canine's instincts making her retch. She threw her head back, a torrent of drool and bile shooting out her muzzle, the dog panting as her stomach heaved. The zebra only glared, the whore's hands clasping over her mouth, before they fell away and a spew of vomit fell onto the floor.

"Try again." Was all he said.

The husky sucked in a deep breath, eyes locked on his shaft, ignoring everything else. Her sanity required focus, distance. Her dirty lips trembled, muzzle pressing to the zebra's tip once more. She reached out to wrap her arms around his thighs, knowing she would need leverage to get past her body's limit. Eyes closed, her head pushed forwards, his length sliding into her maw. Inch after inch of equine cock disappeared into her neck, the bitch's face scrunching harder, eyes watering. She gagged hard, body spasming, but didn't pull away as froth bubbled from her nose.

His shaft pushed deeper, her neck bulging around his thick cock, the canine’s head buried into his crotch. She sputtered and gagged, throat squeezing and spasming around his dick. The dog's fingers clenched into his thighs, holding herself down, eyes closed tight, her chest heaving. The zebra watched the bitch struggle, his tip finally reaching her deepest point, her muzzle scrunched up and mashed into his pubes. With nothing but thick horsecock plugging her esophagus, the husky's asphyxiation began.

Her struggles didn't end, her neck squeezing and contracting around his length, a few weak gags sounding from the canine's nose. The zebra watched impassively as she sputtered and coughed, the dog's legs kicking. Another spew of bile tried to come up, dribbling out the corners of her stuffed mouth and nose, but not doing anything to dislodge the dick in her neck. Her chest heaved, and her body spasmed.

Time was a blur, the husky's body struggling in vain. Her efforts eventually grew weaker, the whore’s paws loosening, falling off the zebra's legs. There was nothing stopping her from yanking her head back off his shaft, yet the canine simply remained where she was, her eyes rolling up as her lungs burned. Weakness consumed her, consciousness light and airy. She didn't fight it, letting her head go limp, unable to combat the slow and humiliating death.

The zebra watched as the life left her, the canine's limbs twitching, body shuddering, eyes squeezed shut as tears poured from them. Suffocation took its time, the hacks and gags from having a cock lodged in her neck slowly switching to the heaves of oxygen-deprived lungs desperate for air. Her fingers twitched, and her legs shook, the woman's eyes going distant.

She didn't die easy, the husky's mind fading and flaring, flashes of thoughts, memories, fears. She saw her daughters, her life, her dreams. With a blink and open eyes, she saw nothing but the man's groin, her future nothing but an empty, black abyss. The husky wasn't ready to fall into the dark, a last tear running down her muzzle as her struggles waned. The canine's chest ceased moving, the slut's face falling, body going limp, arms falling off the zebra. Her final position, face smashed into the man's crotch, throat stretched around his length.

There was no ceremony, no applause. Just the barest wheeze as the husky streetwalker went slack against him, lips wide around his base. He left her there, lifeless throat holding his cock as he watched her lifeless form. He stroked the dead woman's cheek as it was mashed to his groin, flexing his cock through her esophagus to see her neck visibly shift. It was a morbid curiosity, watching the dog's head move as he made his cock shift around in her.

The zebra finally grew tired of it, simply leaning back to enjoy the sensation of her insides cooling around him. He reached to her ears, petting the lifeless canine. It wasn't sexual, or pleasurable. Simply a reminder that she was his, and he owned her even after death. He took his time, enjoying the feeling of her cool throat. He even decided to piss, letting the hot fluid flow into her stomach. She was dead, after all. Just a cocksleeve and container for his urine.

He pulled her off his shaft, the whore's eyes remaining open and glazed, head lolling back, her body lifeless. A loud pop, and a stream of frothy puke, thick drool, and sparse piss poured from her limp jaws. With a sigh, the zebra pushed the corpse to the ground, a pool of filth staining the expensive rug where she vomited in her early attempts to take his length.

The tiger girl that had once been under his desk returned to the room, with a demure posture upon seeing the corpse. When the zebra snapped his fingers, she wasted no time in running to him and licking the man’s erect shaft, cleaning it of the various fluids. He didn't even bother watching her work, a simple pat to her head. Meanwhile, he lifted the phone on his desk, bringing it to his face. “Is the team in position?”

While a voice came through the receiver, the zebra pushed the tiger down his cock, hilting and holding her down as she gagged. 

With a nod, the zebra said one thing to the phone before hanging up. “Tell them to stand down for now.” Setting the phone on his desk and with both hands free, he moved to firmly grasp the slave’s skull and fuck her throat like a fleshlight while the husky’s corpse stared at them with empty eyes.