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“Well well… it looks like our little escape artist has found his way back to us.”
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A familar, light blue gaze was cast down upon your bare, naked body laid before him. Trembling in both arousal and pain from you and Bailey’s previous scuffle. which was what lead you here. You tried to speak, yet there was nothing but a soft whimper from your receptive, shivering lips. He chuckled at this.
Another voice called from outside the back room.
“Remy, they’re ready.”
His head turned back a slight bit, a blush was brushed across his boy-ish face.
“Excellent!” He exclaimed. “You have a few visitors waiting for you…”
His voice suddenly lost all meaning to you, the room was getting dimmer and dimmer due to your hyperventilating. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t want to experience whatever this evil bastard had planned for you… you did nothing to stop yourself from slipping into unconsciousness…
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A light seeps into your face from a flickering shed light. Your body felt sticky and warm. Cum and slime covered your red, swollen belly. You felt a hand inching closer to your gigantic cock- the hand glided across your already lubricated thighs. Remy’s face leaned into yours, his breath hot and sticky with what seemed to be semen… your semen.
“Ah! Look whose awake…” He kissed your cheek and rubbed his gloved hand over your mouth. He was practically laying on you now.
“I really do hope you’ll start to adjust to your new home… I- We really don’t want you passing out randomly…”
His heartbeat pumped faster, almost as if you could feel all four of his ventricles working against your own.
“The good Dr Harper said I should wait to test out your… breeding potentional… but I’m so very eager to… test the waters. How will I know your “production” will be satisfactory if I haven’t even seen it for myself…”
A pill was produced from his pocket, the same one a man at the pub who gave you alcohol offered you in the forest before fucking your guts raw.
You tried to resist… but your felt a sharp tug at your throat; rocking your whole body into stalemate. His gloved hand slipped it through your lips before you could even react. Forcing you to swallow.
“Good b-boy…” his last word stuttered, he was salivating at the sight of you. Beaten and whipped into exhaustion- into shape, for him to take perfect control of you.
A few minutes passed, a warm heat grew throughout your whole body. Especially in your groin. Your once semi hardened dick was now fully erect, in all its glory. Remy couldn’t help but let out a groan, biting the tip of his glove to reveal a slender, freshly manicured hand. Despite being the owner of this fucked up farm. his skin was soft and his face looked as though he had never worked a day in his life. Well, at least until now.
He pet your soft white hair in a trance like state. He sloppily undid his pristine black work pants. Slipping off his briefs in the process.
“I’ve been waiting for so long. I finally get to see what my best bull is made of.”
Postioning his ass against your tip. He let out a high pitched moan, pressing down harder against your girth.
“M-my… I can see why you were- you are the pride of my herd…”
A whine escaped from your throat, you could already tell his ass was tight against your length. You looked at his dick too, it was around average size. But seeing it almost sent you to release.
Remy gripped onto you broad, muscular shoulders for support. You were just a thrust away from penetrating.
In a mere second, Remy was sitting on your veiny cock. He let out an exasperated moan and gripped harder on your collar, forcing you on top of him. Postioning yourself deeper inside of his warm heat.
The aphrodisiac he gave you earlier drove you to madness, you couldn’t help but pound him as hard as you could- you despised the man for all the abuse and mistreatment. But not even your hatred could hold you back from fucking him senseless. You had a much larger frame then him, and when he finally loosened up, it gave you room to take his wet, hot tongue into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like some kind of fruit you had bought from the markets on Connudatious Street.
His fingertips rolled around your muscular abdomen, only heightening your arousal.
With a wet pop, you pulled away from his lips, looking at his flushed, senstive face. Seeing the man who traumatized you, who hurt you in so many twisted ways you didn’t even know existed in such an utterly pathetic postion filled you with an inexplicable feeling of relief. You dragged your thumb across his teary eye to wipe away any residue. His tender cheek against your battle hardened, calloused hand made your heart flutter.
With one final thrust, you emptied all your sperm into his bowel. When you finally pulled out with a loud, sticky plop, your seed flowed out, still sticking to your shaft. A thread of semen still attached to his swollen entrance.
Remy let out a husky gruff and laid on the floor in satisfaction. His appearance was beyond disheveled. His own cum splattered all across his once blemish-proof coat. His legs were still spread.
“My perfect breeder…”