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🕑 Added 2021-08-11 01:42:40 +0000 UTC"Can I please have some cock now?" Yang whined, pressed up tight against the door to the padded rooms she was stuck in, desperately seeking some kind of answer. Her hands were all over her body, toying with her naked form as she lingered in the shaky frustration of getting some kind of answer. "I need it so bad. Between my legs. I'm so horny. Someone come bang a Yang already, I need it!" Her fingers settled between her legs and jammed her cunt, expressing the hopeless pressures that held Yang tightly in place and kept her so utterly doomed.
Things were not going well for Yang. She'd been captured and whisked away quickly off to some unknown location, pumped full of aphrodisiacs and broken on fucking machines to get her to this state. To wear her down this thoroughly. But the machine wasn't enough. She knew, because she'd already blown out its motor. Smoke billowed from the unit meant to keep Yang busy in her room, completely stalled out and inoperable now. She'd let it fuck her for hours, and it had her legs drenched in her juices, dripping with completely humiliating arousal and expressing just how deeply she had been plunged into madness. Yang was desperate now for more.
"Please! Look at this killer fucking rack. Look at this perfect cunt. How are none of you jumping on this action? You don't even need to do anything. I'll give you a bumpy ride while you sit there and act bored. I don't care. Just give me some dick!" The shaky delirium that held onto Yang was only getting dizzier and weirder. She struggled harder to make even some sense of these feelings, to cope with the pressures and sensations pushing her further along. This was humiliating. Yang didn't know what she was doing or how anyone was supposed to cope with it.
Nobody answered Yang. They could hear her thanks to the cameras in her room, but the room itself was properly sealed to prevent it. Even as her fists rained heavily down against the door, she was barely able to do more than thud and bang, muffled whiffs of shouts barely making it a few feet into the hallway. Nobody had any interest in listening to Yang, moving by and ignoring her pleas, denying her lust for cock no matter how loud she got. It was a deep disrespect, continuing to deny her any hope of expressing herself properly.
"Somebody! Fuck! Me!" She kept twisting around, the anger building. Yang wasn't the least bit able to comprehend all these stormy sensations rushing through her body. She was just angry, in need of dick and wondering why she wasn't getting it yet, struggling to comprehend any of it. Her temper was only getting fiercer and harsher. This was insanity, and she wanted a level of attention she wasn't getting.
Her captors weren't getting any rest, though. The anger and the fury that Yang kept shrieking and howling on with was getting on their nerves, driving each of the listening men to a point of anger where they just had to send something in. Whether they liked it or not, Yang represented their most promising candidate to date. A young woman in peak physical shape with a powerful semblance--one that made her durable--and who reacted well to all the drugs they pumped her body full of to help prime her body to accept the seed of a Grimm rather than another human.
"Just send one in," one of them groaned. "Just shut her up. Contact facilities to get a new fucking machine on once she's out cold, and then place an order for a few dozen more."
"Have any past candidates been this affected by their lusts?" Staring back at the screen, the researcher was appalled. "She was locked away for two days and she's already worn a machine out."
"No, but until we find a better candidate, we're going to have to put up with this."
Yang continued to shrieked and scream. "I am the finest piece of ass you've ever seen. Look at this!" She turned around and pulled herself up by the trim on the door, her fingertips alone supporting her weight as she shoved her bare ass against the window. "Look at this perfect ass. Round, fuckable, and way better than Blake's or Weiss's! This ass is perfect. Why are you not grabbing a handful of this and calling me a slut?" Yang didn't know if anyone was in the hall. She didn't care. If there wasn't a dick in her, making a big noisy scene was the next best thing to make people pay attention to her, surely.
The side wall in her cell parted and a plume of choking smoke billowed out of it. It had a paralyzing agent that only worked on humans, which made Yang drop to the floor, frozen in place and unable to move while the Grimm stormed in on his haunches. A hulking Beowolf ramped up on fertility drugs meant to make his semen extra effective and to induce an even greater sexual frenzy in him. Held in captive and guided through a hallway between the cells, the animal was guided along and led to Yang's cell, and the touch-starved, fuck-hungry animal didn't need another moment.
Yang lay on her knees and her face, down on the floor with her rear slightly raised, and before she could collect herself or become aware of any of what was happening, the creature was upon her. His hulking body cast a heavy shadow over hers, and with a savage slam forward, the Grimm drove his cock into her pussy. The first thing Yang did when the paralytic wore off was scream in joy, her entire body freezing up and a rush of molten joy searing up through her in preparation for all the wild desires this was suddenly bringing on, the mess of chaos and lust that she didn't want to fight for even a moment.
"That's a huge fucking cock!" she screamed, shaken by the harshness of his touch, by the animals' brutish slams forward. "I wanted dick, but I didn't even know this was on the menu! Hello you big hung stud, you want to fuck my pussy raw?" She looked up at him. It was a Grimm. Yang didn't care. An animal's cock was still a cock, and she was simply desperate now to succumb to anything and everything she could get. This was too sudden, too weird. Her body froze up and the clumsy, dizzy struggles that this invited seemed like too much to be real.
The Beowolf was very real though, and very ready to pound forward, driving his cock deep into Yang with each successive slam, railing her without a shred of composure or care. He was after results, after the brutal, winding throb of a pleasure and a passion that kept her powerless. There was no good way to deal with this, no good sense in trying to contain the pressures that this all evoked. It was brutal, it was violent, and it shook Yang to her core. This was wrong. This was raw. It was too much to understand. But with each second of her body's trembling, she felt better, hotter.
Yang needed to get fucked, and this animal needed to fuck. It was a match made in heaven, and it kept Yang shrieking and howling, a trembling wreck unable to deal with the cutting thrill and desperation of simply letting herself surrender. There was no good way to handle it now, just the relentless throbbing of a pleasure she wasn't able to deal with. "This is the fattest cock I've ever taken! Shit, why haven't I been fucking Grimm before?" Any sense of taboo or shame was long gone now. Such a thought was almost beyond Yang now in the midst of all this pleasure, her body simply craving more of the spectacles and the desires that hit her. This was incredible, bringing with it so many feels and passions that she just had to accept as inevitable.
Things were much simpler for the animal simply plundering away at her cunt. The Beowolf had no concept of anything but his desire to rut into the nearest female, and her body was emitting something that smelled to him just like a female Grimm's pheromones. This was all set up t happen perfectly, and the animal moved with the singular, empty-minded purpose to keep using her. That was all that mattered. All that could matter. A snug hole held around his cock tightly, and the pleasure of drilling into it evoked pleasures and reliefs that gave the animal everything he needed. That was it.
"You're the first boy I've seen in two days," Yang whined. "It's really making me see Grimm differently. Maybe you can be man's best friend." She reached up for him, running her fingers through his heavy fur. Her mind wasn't right at all, and the imposing delirium that underlay all of these feelings only worsened the bizarre spectacle sweeping so broadly through her body. This was insanity, but a kind of insanity that Yang was ready for, oddly prepared to succumb to the pressures and the pressures of giving up to this all. It didn't make a shred of sense to her now, but maybe it didn't have to. Maybe the real pleasure was something she found in letting go of any semblance of control and accepting that she was just a desperate wreck who craved the chance to submit.
The excess of things she'd been dosed with took their toll on her. Aphrodisiacs to keep her horny and needing sex--something she further worsened with constant fucking machine usage--mingled with fertility drugs that made her body want to be impregnated, want to crave the pleasures that came with this. It was all so perfect. So simple. Yang was a broken mess, screaming louder, dizzily jerking back against the wild thrusts of a breast that took great pleasure in using her. She was a happy mess. A mess convinced this was everything she wanted, convinced the pleasures that this brought crashing down on her was all she wanted.
Faster and rougher the animal slammed, his body shifting to find a better position. Yang was all but, on the floor, now, flat and struggling to contain nay of this while continuing to take on the relentless slams. She loved every second of it, a screaming wreck needing more and more of the pleasures this granted her. It felt perfect, felt like an excess of pleasures more potent by the second. Any semblance of control was slipping further away by the second, and yet the utter lack of care she showed was overbearing. Her eyes rolled back into her head, the delirium proving an exhausting rush of pleasures she didn't want to let hold her back.
"Please stay and keep fucking me! Keep using me! I love this!" Clawing at the floor, Yang was completely stripped of sense or reason. she was happy here, thriving in the face of crushing pleasures keeping her needier and dizzier. She couldn't believe this was happening, but her desperate pleasures kept her stuck in place, obedient and hopeless and burning with a fascinated need to let this rip through her that simply could not stop. Yang was thriving, loving every second of what this offered her and how destructive it could be.
The sensation of his massive cock battering her womb was only getting harsher, only getting starker. She felt herself struggle under pleasures that didn't seem real, every motion of her body further feeding her delirium. Inching closer and closer to orgasm, Yang felt like she was getting everything she wanted, like these pleasures were all she cared about, and the pleasure of simply accepting that and letting these feelings rip her asunder was so grand that she simply accepted them. "Fuck me!" she shrieked, tongue rolling out of her mouth and eyes going cross.
Her orgasm from being fucked by a real, monstrous cock was so much better than what the fucking machine had offered her. She felt better, felt sexier, felt happier. The pleasure ripped her asunder and left her floored, but happy. Happier than she had ever been before, and that was before she discovered the fun secret to having sex with a Beowolf. But she got to feel it ram into her as the Grimm slammed forward, the swollen, rapidly inflating knot at the base of his cock locking into her as he came. With a mighty howl, the creature erupted, flooding her womb with cum and making Yang shriek in hopeless ecstasy, surrendering utterly to the bizarre pleasures and desires of giving up to it. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and if there was any resistance or sanity left in Yang's mind, it shattered on impact.
"Fuck," Yang whined, face-down on the floor. Her hips wiggled, the knot holding her in place. Holding her impaled on the cock. She felt exhausted and ragged, struggling to pull herself upright. The creature went limp over her, needing a moment to gather himself after that raw fucking too. "That really hit the spot. Nngh, I'm glad someone finally came to fuck me."
"Finally," one of the researchers said, the entire room breathing a sigh of relief in the monitoring room.
"But I hope you're ready for more, big boy!" Yang used her immense strength to do what was essentially a rocket push-up, giving herself enough upward momentum to not only rise upward, but to push the hulking creature on top of her along with her. He ended up on his back, Yang rolling up to a proud position atop his cock like a cowgirl throne. Her hips began to work without hesitation, hammering greedily up and down. "Let's get some more!" she screamed.
One of the observers threw their coffee cup across the room.
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Yang was the perfect test subject for the breeding experiment. Every biological metric they looked at, she exceeded in. She was the prime candidate for all of this, and she proved that mere days into the experiment when preliminary tests showed she was pregnant. The first viable human-Grimm hybrid was growing in Yang's womb. Weeks passed without complication or negative side-effect, then turned into months. Yang's pregnancy progressed like normal, and every indication was that she was the success story of their dreams.
Too bad pregnancy only made Yang an even more overbearing bitch.
Lying on her side, one leg high in the air, Yang happily received a good, hard spitroasting from a pair of Grimm who both recklessly hammered her holes as hard as they could. Her pregnant belly swelled, and her already generous breasts were swollen, leaking with milk with each jostling motion against one another. There wasn't a second of doubt that Yang was compeltely gone, that the pleasures consuming her were now too grand and too delirious to be dealt with. She was unafraid of letting it all run through her, expressing a deeper passion that kept her falling further and further down, a deepening appreciation for giving in.
Having her throat clogged up by another Grimm dick was the only way to shut her up. Every Grimm the lab could spare at a given moment was on hold waiting for the chance to be let loose on Yang, whose cravings for sex skyrocketed along the progression of her pregnancy, keeping her a hopeless, desperate cumslut unable to shut up. They had to fuck her two at a time, had to keep someone fucking her mouth to make sure she wasn't going to speak. Gagging her had failed because she just chewed her way through the gags, somehow.
But when she had a pair of monster cocks battering her holes, Yang was in heaven. For that brief moment, rubbing her pregnant body and groping her lactating tits, Yang was happy and didn't have a complaint in the world. It was always a fleeting comfort, always just a shot of cum and a tired monster away from screaming and demanding dick again.
Indeed, the creature fucking her throat gave up, flooding her mouth and her gullet with cum. Yang thrashed happily, embracing all of it and giving up to the pleasure of something so drastic and relentless that it felt like it would never end. Drinking it down was nice. When the dick pulled away, her instinct was to nestle against it, right up until the moment that she was instead greeted with the monster stumbling away.
"No, wait, come back! What the fuck? No, I want to drink more monster cum. My baby needs it to grow big and strong! Come back and gimme some of that meaty man milk!"
The researchers observing the proceedings had long since given up. This was madness. "We endeavored to create the perfect monster," one of them said. "But what if all along, the mother was the real monster we created?"
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