Chapter 9 #2
What a spoiled little girl she’s become. To go into my secret supplies, blend them up, and give them to another person is more dangerous than I can even really entirely comprehend. That’s why I did the testing on myself, so if anything went wrong, only I would be affected.
She could have killed Veronica. She may have effectively done so.
I hold her in place and I spank her sternly, wanting very much to make a strong impression on her. I want her to understand that if she ever touches any of my research again it will not be worth it.
“You will keep your hands off my things,” I tell her. “And you will absolutely never administer experimental substances to people without my permission. Or even with it. Of all the reckless things to do…”
“You drank it! Why shouldn’t she? She was part of it all. She was trying to steal your research. She was going to sell it to the military, I bet.”
“You bet,” I snort. “The military already has some interest in our research, which is why I keep some of it private for myself. It was never meant to be given to anybody else.”
I drop the spoon, which is leaving hot red marks across her thighs and her cheeks, and I go back to using my hand because it means I can spank her for longer without doing too much damage.
“You’ve been incredibly naughty,” I tell her. “Very badly behaved, and I will not have it. Not from you. You need to learn to behave yourself and do as you are told, and not take wild risks.”
“You should be telling yourself all of this,” she argues between gasps. She wants to resist this, and me, but I am not going to allow that either.
“Talking back is only going to make this hurt more,” I tell her. “And I can do a lot to discipline you if spanking isn’t going to work. I am about to make you sore inside and out, you brat.”
“Do it, pussy,” she claps back.
I stop spanking her more out of shock than anything. Looking down at her bright red ass, I know she should be sorry by now. Even if she’s not, she should be feigning it a little.
“What kind of attitude are you giving me right now?” I ask the question incredulously. “Do you want to be sore? Have you missed being punished? What the hell is going on with you?”
“Maybe I know something,” she says, sniffing a little.
I spread my hand out over her cheeks, covering almost the entire surface area of both of them as she wriggles in place over my lap. I can feel the heat coming off her skin and flesh as she resists me.
“What do you know?”
“What do you think I know?”
I spank her again. “Lydia, I am not going to play games with you. You’ve done something highly illegal, and devastatingly dangerous. You’ve very possibly killed someone…”
“No, you have! She was perfectly safe in my bathroom. You’re the reason she’s roaming the streets now.”
“You know better than to say…”
“And you should know better than to think I’m so stupid you two can try to use me as a mutant broodmare!”
I pause.
“That’s right. I know what you planned. I know what you’ve been trying to do.
Trying to make me have a baby with your sperm that’s been exposed to the formulas.
You wanted to see what would happen. But you want me to feel like I care about Veronica being a fucking cat?
When I might have a wolf pup for a baby? ”
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Lydia
There’s a pause as I say the thing that’s stayed unsaid for a very long time.
I expect him to be sorry, to apologize, to let me up and beg my forgiveness and tell me how fucked up this has all been and how it’s obviously not my fault.
But that’s not what happens.
He pauses, then picks me up as he stands up. I’m still expecting some kind of apology as he carries me around the couch. Maybe we’re going to my bedroom where he will lay me down and rub my sore bottom better and tell me that he’s been a monster, and beg my forgiveness…
He bends me over the couch.
He kicks my legs apart with his foot and he slides his fingers along my slit. I know I’m wet. My weakness is getting soaked when I get spanked. It’s not a fair response, but it’s what happens.
I hear him make a sound that is closer to animal than man. Then he presses one cheek open and his big, thick cock thrusts roughly into my pussy in one firm thrust.
I let out a cry of surprise and shame as he just starts to fuck me.
“Ow!” I gasp though it doesn’t really hurt. My ass is sore, but my pussy is more than wet enough for him to claim.
“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “I want to breed a baby into your tight little cunt.”
A shiver runs through me, half-fearful, half-delicious. I am scared and I am turned the hell on. One moment he seems like such a serious, strait-laced man when he is in scientist mode, the next he is a domineering animal using me for his own pleasure.
He fucks me very hard, punishingly hard. He drives deep inside me over and over again, his hips slapping against my sore ass as he makes sure I take every inch of his cock.
I whimper and moan and take the fucking he is giving me, because I have absolutely no choice.
He comes inside me, that thick knot inflating inside me to ensure every drop of cum stays deep in my pussy.
“Stay down,” he says, running his fingertips up my thighs, around my hips, and along my back in a long stroking motion that soothes me.
“I have used you as a little fuck hole,” he admits. “And I planned to breed you the moment I laid my eyes on you. And yes, I do want to see how our baby emerges, but you will be closely monitored at every developmental stage. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, or our offspring.”
“Well, you’re an idiot,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got an IUD.”
He pauses, gripping my hips. Then I feel him shaking behind me. A moment later, he is laughing out loud. “Of course you do,” he says. “We are going to have to have that taken out.”
“What if I don’t want that?”
I can hear the smirk in his voice. “It’s what you’re for,” he says. “And it’s what I want to use you for. Nice of you to ensure your womb has been saved for me, but it’s time you’re properly bred.”
I am stuck on his cock, and I am being punished. He reaches under my body and pinches my nipples lightly, making little electric bolts zip to my clit.
“Did you think I was going to be sorry for this?” he murmurs, his voice almost mocking.
“You should be bred. You should be given a full pussy and a full womb. This body was created to be fucked and used. That’s why you’ve been spreading your legs for me since we met.
It’s why you never complain when I use you freely, push you up against a wall or bend you over.
You know what you are for, and you love being used for it. ”
“Then I’m not sorry for turning Veronica into a cat,” I say.
He chuckles. “I can tell you’re not sorry. There is something to an unrepentant brat that I very much enjoy. Making you sorry is going to be half the fun.”
While he has me trapped on his cock, he takes advantage of the situation, using my pussy juices as lubricant as he slowly starts to finger my asshole.
“Nuh-uh,” I whimper.
“Ya-huh,” he replies. “Take this fingering while you’re stretched on my cock.”
I feel my pussy clench at those filthy words, and then I feel his finger sliding as deep as I can take it in my ass.
This started like real discipline and now feels like nothing but depravity.
His hunger for me is too intense to stay contained for long.
I wonder if he even remembers why he’s punishing me.
“You won’t be taking anything from my lab again, will you?”
Maybe he does remember.