This story contains parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.
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Lisa's pleasured throes echoed in the room as Boris's huge phallus plunged into her, dripping, honey pot, again and again. They were spooning on a creaking bed as he took her from behind with great care and gentleness. After she had started emitting a certain pheromone, instead of his usual masculine and rough manner, Boris had started to treat her like a princes made out of glass. Even though he was feeding his whole length and thickness into her inviting sheath, he was using slow and sensual thrusts to wring-out moans from her.
After a few months of monogamous sexual relationship, they had transcended from being mating-partners to soul-partners and had become a legitimate loving couple. Once in a while, Lisa would pause her moaning to turn her head to plant her lips on his thick ones and share a loving kiss. Her breasts swung in rhythm with their carnal dance, and her originally C-cup breasts seemed to have gained even more volume during the past month, and her nipples had a darker color to them.
While fending-off the desire to thrust hard and fast into Lisa's warm depths, Boris had one of his big hands, protectively, over her smooth and stretched skin of her midriff; she had one of her own hands over his, feeling the life in her expanded belly as its parents re-enacted the same ritual they had done to create it.
Lisa was elated that she was at the door-step to her, ever wanted, motherhood. She firmly believe that it was a blessing that she was about to experience it while giving birth to something rare and monumental. She still remembered and loved her husband, David, from her past life; she wondered what he was doing and whether he was doing fine; she had wanted to bear his children and spend her whole life with him, but they had become only distant memories.
The reminiscence was interrupted abruptly as the man who had put a life in Lisa's womb started to send her into another chain of orgasms. With the sensation of his shaft being milked by Lisa's orgasming sex, Boris roared and started to release his ballooned scrotum into her, already bred, womb. She loved feeling her insides being filled with her lover's molten essence, and her whole body started to tremble as she caught another wave of orgasms.
After Boris's manhood slipped out from Lisa while releasing a river of sexual fluids on to the mattress, she turned around to face him and shared another soul-bonding kiss with him. After the kiss, she once again looked at his ugly face and started to wonder why it looked so attractive to her. She knew he was ugly, but at the same time, he was so attractive to her, only a small gesture from him was enough to make her strip and spread her long legs for him.
When Lisa saw the clock on the wall, she remembered that she has some important work to do in that day. Giving another small kiss to Boris, she started to get up to take a shower and become decent enough to step-out from their love-nest, but she felt that Boris was keeping a light grip on her small wrist, preventing her from leaving the drenched bed.
"Boris, I have work to do. There's a new girl I have to talk with. I need to be there when she wakes up," Lisa said, but he kept his hold and gestured her to look at his hardening manhood.
"Oh my god. Aren't you going to get enough of me, big man? You can surely wait few hour without having that third-leg inside of me. Give this pregnant lady a little break," Lisa said in a nagging manner while sporting a mischievous smile.
Boris normally bred Lisa twice every morning, and he needed at least that much to keep him going through the rest of the day without getting bothered by erections. He kept looking at her in a pleading manner and started to direct her soft hand to caress his shaft to full length; he knew that trick always works on her and showed a grin when he noticed that she was starting to give-in.
Even though she knew that she would be moaning for at least another half an hour, "Alright, you win, you brute. Make it quick," Lisa said while getting on all fours.
*****
Michelle came into consciousness when the maid woke her up to usher her into the bathroom. Even with warm water flowing down her smooth curves, due to her exhausted mind and body, she failed to break away from the delirium of non-stop flash-backs of her break-down. Hoping to convince herself that it was all a lucid nightmare, she closed her eyes, only to feel a shock of carnal electricity jolting her whole body as the maid proceeded to clean her battered loins to get rid of coital evidences.
With confusion, Michelle mentally struggled to control her rising illicit feelings, as the maid's soft touches induced more and more burning heat in her sensitive loins. Since the maid's actions weren't any different from previous bathing she had received, she struggled to comprehend why her body was over-reacting like that.
When the maid's hands mercifully withdrew from Michelle's burning neither-region, she let out a sigh of relief, but felt horrified at the realization that her body was now extremely and unusually vulnerable to illicit sensations. She felt that even the flowing of hot-water over her unusually erected nipples were enough to induce a pleasant and warm sensation in her lower-abdomen. Each time when her heavy eye-lids obstructed her vision, she was bombarded with memories of how she was sexually conquered, and how she had found ecstasy in that reluctant submission.
Michelle couldn't help feeling a deep hatred towards Toshi for the inhumane atrocity he had committed against her; at the same time, she felt an unfamiliar and overwhelming power drawing her towards his overpowering masculinity. It was as if she had become a new person; it was as if a dormant monster in her had been awaken; it was as if a Pandora's Box had been opened. she had gone through a metamorphosis and had reborn with wings that granted her freedom from shame and social norms that had kept her feet on the ground. It was as if he had put his masculine key into her feminine key-hole and had opened another dimension to the relationship between a man and a woman: a dimension where no emotions exist, and a place where physical sensations and carnal pleasures reign dominance.
Pulling Michelle out from the spiral of confusion and revelation, the maid wrapped her refreshed body in a comfortable robe and guided her out to the room. When she looked at Ryan's room, she saw him at the glass wall, but his head was hung in shame, and with guilt, his eyes were avoiding hers.
Upon seeing her love-of-life, Michelle felt warm and soothing feelings replace the burning and intense feelings in her heart. She wanted to call his name aloud and seek his loving comfort, but she felt a subtle pain in her chest as a spark of anger developed in her mind. No matter how much love her heart was filled with, she couldn't brush-off the feelings of betrayal from her bruised heart.
During Michelle's ordeal, she had put her faith on one hope she thought that could keep her afloat in the dark hell she was in, but she felt utterly devastated when she had found abandoned in her time of urgent need of moral support. Through wave after wave of unrelenting forced-orgasms, in hope of catching one last ray-of-hope, she had kept her eyes on Ryan's closed bathroom door as Toshi's manhood battered the gate to her innocence. She had used every ounce of her will to wait for Ryan to come out of the bathroom and grant her strength, but when she got engulfed by despair as mind-shattering orgasms shattered the very core of her personality, she had felt that all her efforts were in vein.
Michelle clearly remembered the humongous orgasm that had shaken the very core of her mind and had made her submit to the dark desires of her rapist; she had felt the pains of death and pleasures of rebirth at the same time. After the end of that fateful orgasm, she had become a broken woman that could experience ecstasy from total submission to the overpowering dominance of her rapist.
Michelle shook her mind off from the intense memories as she felt new moisture in her nether-region. She looked back at her suffering boyfriend and despite the overwhelming sexual attraction to her rapist, she found that without a doubt, her heart was still beating strongly with love to the man she was looking at. She was glad that the love she had for Ryan was untouched by the damage her mind had taken, and a tear-of-joy ran down her cheek as she realized that her strong feelings for Ryan had managed to prevent total destruction of her original personality.
Despite warm and comfortable feelings, due to the feelings of betrayal and Ryan's silence, Michelle felt hesitant to initiate a conversation with him. Meals were delivered to both rooms and once the aroma of the food reached her sensors, she realized how famished she felt due to the extensive ordeal her body had went through. Wishing that either she or he would gain some courage to speak after eating the meal, she proceeded to replenish her spent energy.
Even after reenergized, Michelle found it extremely hard to initiate a conversation with Ryan, but he was prepared.
"Michelle... I'm sorry," Ryan said, still failing to find enough courage to lift his head and look at his girlfriend.
Upon hearing Ryan's voice, Michelle felt happy enough to shed tears, but she found that she was still feeling betrayed by him. With the anger tainting her pure feelings toward him, as a punishment, she decided to leave him un-answered and went to the bed to leave him in silent despair.
*****
Michelle woke-up to the sound of a door opening and opened her tired eyes to see what the maid was up to. Despite her expectation to see the old maid, she was greeted by a lovely warm smile of a beautiful woman. Her beautiful face was decorated with a pair of bright-blue eyes and was outlined by long and wavy brunette hair. She had a deep-blush covering her face and neck, indicating un-wellness or a recent sexual activity. The very concealing long, white lab-coat failed to hide the voluptuous shape of the attractive woman's body, and the bulge on the front gave a clear indication of her pregnancy.
As the woman proceeded to walk toward Michelle's bed, she tried to get up.
"Please, no need to get up. You need your rest," the woman told Michelle, with a soothing voice.
Heading the strange woman's advice, Michelle sat on the bed, confused and mesmerized by the sudden appearance of a beautiful and pregnant woman. The woman seemed to be around in her late twenties, and Michelle struggled to accept that the beautiful and pregnant woman was one of her captors.
