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Shag Shack #1

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Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

"Kiss me Honey," Joan groaned up at Maureen and grabbed at her wife's breast jiggling in front of her from the thrusts of Nate behind her.
At the same time she did meet Martin's thrusts by lifting hips against him when he pushed in and she was surprised at how easily she found a rhythm and pace that seemed to work for the both of them. Usually she was on the other end of that see-saw of thrusts but perhaps it was not as much difference as she thought which side you were on. She also worked her vaginal muscles around his cock the way she so often had done before around Maureen's fingers.
 
Who: Nate
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: @LeaT Maureen Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Having his cock buried deep in an Asian MILF from behind, and watching a white guy fuck a black MILF both with the intent of breeding their partners was hitting lots of Nate's hot buttons. Squeezing two different tits and once, so different and yet both feeling so great in his sweaty hands, it was all just a dream come true. He would have to remember to thank Judy for coming up with it. The only downside was he was getting a bit closer to another naked guy than he necessarily felt comfortable, but when it came right down to it, Nate's dick was going to follow Maureen's cunt where it might lead. He had to get even closer to Martin when Joan asked Maureen to kiss her. This time he anticipated Maureen's move based on how obedient she had been so far. He edged forward, pushing Maureen up towards Joan's face even if she hadn't intended to. It did give him a better feel of Joan's big tit with the added bonus of that hand now being the meat in a boob sandwich as Maureen's other breast came down on top of it.

He gave a few more hard thrusts and with more of a whimper than a grunt he came again inside of Maureen's hot pussy. His third climax of the last hour or so, wasn't nearly as impressive as that first one from her hand job. He was soon soft and could only sit back and watch the end game of Martin's next climax in Joan's pussy while Maureen was now free of him. He thought he should find something to clean off his cock, then thought he would wait for Maureen's mouth once again. In his mind at least, it was part of her duties.
 
Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Maureen had enjoyed sucking the boys' cocks but she was truly hungry for Joan's lips when she was instructed by her beautiful wife to kiss her. She moved into position and was pleasantly surprised at Nate's initiative, his thrusts helping position her to lock her lips upon Joan's. Her tongue soon followed and Joan would taste some remnants of her wife's oral efforts. Maureen's smaller breasts pressed against Joan's larger orbs as Maureen nearly displaced Martin in her eagerness. But she swayed away a little, just enough to give him room, even if grudgingly. She panted breathlessly, breaking her kiss just to moan a whisper into Joan's ear. "He's cumming again." She told her wife as they both could feel Martin continuing to thrust.

As Nate slipped out of her from behind, Maureen largely ignored her breeding partner. Instead she pulled one leg up tight into her chest, her foot thrust out and over Joan's belly. Slowly but surely, Maureen sandwiched herself in between Martin and Joan, giving Martin only enough room to thrust his cock into Joan's pussy, his belly slapping Maureen's ass she was so tightly wedged in. By hunching her back she could still kiss Joan, grinding her dripping pussy on Joan's firm abs even as some of Nate's cum dribbled out onto Joan's dark skin.
 
Who: Martin
Relevant: @MsBloom as Joan @LeaT as Maureen @xavierrol as Nate.
Time: June 21st 2046, Lunch Time

If Martin was surprised when Joan began to buck her pelvis back in time with his thrusts, and flexing her internal muscles to grip his cock, he was doubly surprised when Maureen pressed her self inbetween him and her wife. In this new position, all he could really see of Joan were her legs spread out wide to either side of Maureen's lighter skinned body. From this position he returned the "favor" Maureen had given him earlier.

His palm smacked audibly against Maureen's rear, and then the back of his hand slapped against her other cheek. This rhythm repeated several time until Joan's movements in sync with him proved too much. He wrapped his arms around Maureen's waist to support himself as he came hard. Much harder than he had in his first orgasm of the day, pumping aanother load deep into Joan. His knees felt week and he had to use Maureen to steady himself. The pleasant smell of her got the better of him and he found himself gently kissing the small of her back for several moments, until he moved back, his cock pulling free of Joan with wet noise and he lay on his back on the floor of the shack, catching his breath.
 
Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

With two loads inside her now and her lovely, beloved wife on top of her, Joan was more than happy to ignore the boys and focus on the love of her life instead. She wrapped her legs around Maureen's thighs and thrust upwards against her lower abdomen while kissing her passionately. Her hands wandered along her wife's slender body, exploring her soft skin as if for the first time. The fact that they were both oozing semen only made it even more intimate to just lay there, making out and rubbing against Maureen. They had done their duty, at least for the time being, and now it was just the two of them. Their breeding partners were gone from their minds, at least it was from Joan's as she completely immersed herself in the soft lips of her wife, even if they seemed to hold a slightly unfamiliar fragrance, probably from having been wrapped around the boys' cocks, even cleaned Martin's after he had deposited his first load.
"I love you so much," she whispered into Maureen's ear.
"I love you so much that sometimes it hurts to not have you in my arms."
She rolled them over so that she was no on top of her wife and began to kiss her neck, collarbones, slowly working her way down to her breasts.
 
Who: Nate
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: @LeaT Maureen Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Nate hadn't had this much physical activity in some time and not that he was complaining but he was pretty damn winded. If this was any indication, he was going to have to get into better shape, especially when he got to fuck girls closer to his own age. He sat back and watched as things developed. He moved around to get a better view of Maureen practically cock blocking Martin, though she was careful enough to let him pump his load climatically into Joan. But then the two women really started to go at it. Nate would have been pretty content to sit and watch, remaining naked just in case he got another opportunity. But now with he and Martin both kind of spectators, he decided it would be best to have some clothes on. He began to gather his things, though still largely distracted by the lesbian porn show going on in the shack.

He really wanted to get his phone and take some video but he was still a bit intimidated by both women, especially Joan and he wasn't exactly eager to have his phone scrutinized by a couple fo adults. But something to think about for next time as his stock of porn was distressingly low. By the time he was dressed, the married lesbians were getting a bit more mushy romantic, but Nate couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight of Joan's dark lips on Maureen's pale breasts. He was mesmerized and not socially graceful enough to see that they might want some privacy, or he just didn't care.
 
Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Martin was barely withdrawn from Joan's pussy after filling her a second time before Maureen further took his place, mound to mound she ground into her wife at a rapid pace. Nate might be winded but Maureen had plenty of energy left. She soon raised herself upright on top of Joan, sliding one leg between Joan's and then began to get better contact (NSFW), using more of her weight to create pressure between them while she humped away. She didn't really care if the boys watched or not at this point, they had served their purpose. Eventually she shifted both her legs between Joan's as her more assertive spouse began to take control.

"I love you too and I love that we are going to have babies together." The Asian partner said to her Black wife even if it was perhaps still a bit optimistic given their age. Maureen was at the height of her arousal as Joan took full control, rolling them over. She spread her legs wide, her nether lips soaked with the mix of their arousal and 2 boys' cum. They had done their duty and now they would get their own pleasure from it.
 
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Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

There were few sights Joan loved as much as the one of her wife's face overcome with pleasure and now that she was on top she began to move her hips, smashing her own soaking wet cunt down on Maureen's, each contact between the two creating a sound like that of a wet sponge thrown at a tiled floor. She couldn't have cared less if either of the two boys began to rub themselves off while watching, as long as they didn't touch either her or her wife. In fact the situation in which she found herself was adding a bit to her arousal and she wished that she had thought to bring the strap on because somewhere deep inside her mind she would just have loved to show the two teen boys how to really fuck a woman. She smiled and closed the distance between her own face and Maureen's, first giving her wife a passionate kiss and then whispering the idea into her ear.
"Who knows I might even let you fuck me like we did yesterday," she added and chuckled.
The chuckle soon turned into a loud groan and she began to grind herself into Maureen more intensely, close to an orgasm that she knew would be a big one.
 
Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Maureen gave Joan that look she saved just for her wife, that fuck me look that no man had ever seen directed at them. Their sloppy wet sounds of love making filled the small shack as Joan let loose on the very lucky feeling woman beneath her. Maureen's soft hands were everywhere on Joan's body, caressing, stroking, squeezing. They knew each other so well that they looked almost choreographed but it was really just anticipation of each other's needs, wants, and desires. Maureen began to gyrate beneath Joan's thrusts to the point where their nether regions seemed to be in constant contact even as both were in constant motion.

Maureen's sexy cool face was soon replaced with her much less collected look which came from being absolutely overcome with pleasure. Her eyes were half lidded, jaw slack as she panted with pleasure. Her body quivering beneath Joan's dominant thrusts. Maureen had a similar thought about the strap on though she was picturing Joan using it on her instead. Joan would understand that her wife simply couldn't answer her at this point as she was far too gone.
 
Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

Back on Earth Joan had read somewhere that dancing was like sex with your clothes on and there might be something to it because she had always considered sex to be like dancing, especially with a partner who knew her well enough to anticipate her moves, to anticipate her craving in each specific moment, who could read her body's movements, her moans and groans, and Maureen was that partner. No one else had ever even come close. Sex with her wife was like dancing but regardless of how it looked it was far from choreographed. It was all heat and passion from two partners who knew each other in minute detail and therefore became almost like one mind in two bodies, like a well conducted orchestra performing a complex and intense piece of music.

Neither of them had long left before their bodies would reach the final crescendo leading up to orgasm. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronisation while at the same time following their own rhythms and playing their own melodies and harmonies.
"Oh FUCK," Joan cried out and slammed her cunt into Maureen's as if she was actually trying to penetrate her wife.
She lifted her body up in an arch, her eyes rolling back into her head for a moment, and then came crashing back down on top of Maureen, her movements now more erratic, the muscles in her thighs and abdomen spasming.
 
Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

The crescendo was definitely upon them, a two tone mass of writhing sexual energy and carnal delight. Maureen's smaller body giving as good as it got as the pair had chruned themselves into the proverbial beast with two backs. Boobs smashed together, vulva's intermix with a wetness that let them slip and slide together at will. Joan's swollen clit ran like a tongue along Maureen's grooved slit as they were made for each other. It was altogether normal and natural for them, except that today for the first time there was the possibility that they both might become pregnant.

Maureen gazed up as Joan cried out and arched her back. Her pale hands each cupped one of Joan's big dark breasts just before Joan collapsed upon her. Both women in the final throes of orgasmic delight as they began to hold each other as their climax ebbed once more. 'I love you." Maureen whispered into Joan's ear, still ignoring anything or anyone else in the cabin until the two of them had a chance to enjoy each other's post orgasmic bliss. Maureen caressed Joan's cheek, kissing her lips until finally they both rose up to clean each other up and start getting dressed. Once they were alone Maureen pulled herself close to Joan. "That last part, that was incredible." She wondered how much of the earlier stuff led to the grand finale but it was a question she left for herself. They had certainly had plenty of incredible sex before, but that didn't take anything away from this either.
 
Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

Having been mostly unaware that they had not been alone after she had shifted her focus entirely onto her wife Joan had also not noticed the boys leaving until she rolled over on her back with a big happy grin on her face. She watched Maureen rise to her feet and admired her naked form for a while just because she could. It didn't matter that her wife was past forty, she was still the sexiest woman on Earth ... and space, she corrected herself. Her slim yet muscular body, toned round ass and her gorgeous breasts barely even affected by gravity whether on Earth or this moon.
"You are the most beautiful creature this universe has ever seen," she then said and rose up as well to get dressed only to get pulled into a loving hug and she agreed with Maureen's review of their finale.
"That my lovely wife," she said, "was the best sex we've had since leaving Earth."
It was not something she had considered before but there was something to be said for having watched her wife getting fucked and sucking cock. Perhaps that was somehow linked to an allowance for Maureen to enjoy those things she had given up when the two of them officially became a couple. It was as if something had awakened inside her wife and that had then fuelled the intensity with which they had finished the afternoon by fucking each other without any toys involved but with a passion like when they were just married.

She gave her wife a deep sloppy kiss and groped that firm beautiful ass before they were finally ready to head back to the Jupiter.
"I wonder how long it took for the boys to realise they were no longer needed, nor wanted," she asked her wife as they walked hand in hand like two teenagers in love.
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Still topless, Megan completed the laundry and had Tag's shirt clean and neatly folded to return to him. She considered wearing it but she had her instructions and didn't want to antagonize her husband any further. She felt the sun on her rarely exposed flesh and realized she would need some sort of sun screen if she were to keep this up, though she hoped the short walk to the 'Shag Shack' wouldn't be enough to cause any real harm. Her pale complexion normally rather vulnerable to the ozone depleted atmosphere. She had the added strange feeling of not wearing any panties beneath her work pants, though that feeling was easier to adjust to than the one to go without a top. But somehow it still felt right, or perhaps least bad of her options, a physical manifestation of her indignity at the current situation.

She knocked at the door, just in case then walked in, somewhat relieved to be ahead of Tag and not having kept him waiting. Though other than 'same time' they didn't really have a specific time but she had estimated from her recollection of the day before. She set the shirt on the small table near the bed, then sat down, though not comfortably. She tried to simply turn her mind off, not think about anything at all. It was so abnormal for her she struggled with it. Instead settling for running through her mind the solar panel deployment on the jupiters, something she needed to discuss with the other families, especially now that there would be more joining them. It was a small miracle, but it didn't change her plight or her duty. She could only hope Tag would be anxious to finish with her and be on his way.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

It had been a hectic morning. The sun was barely over the horizon before he was woken by loud voices and commotion outside his door. He untangled himself from the soft warm body sleeping next to him. Penny had snuck into his cabin sometime just past midnight, for a cuddle, as she had said, and to vent a bit about Maxwell. He slipped on his boxers and headed out into the main living area just in time to see Kat and Theo bring in a stretcher with an unconscious guy in a neck brace and back board on it. When he moved to help Theo told him about a fourth Jupiter crashing down up at the lake they'd been exploring. Tag helped Theo carry the stretcher into Judy's med bay while Penny snuck out of his cabin and went to wake up her sister and in the process her mums as well. Theo had then sent a message to the O'Donnell's to alert them about the situation. About an hour later it had been decided that Maureen, Kat and Theo would return to the crash site and get the rest of the survivors and as much equipment as they could carry.

Once they had left and he had made sure there was nothing more he could do to assist Judy he got undressed and took a nap waking up around lunch and after a shower and change of clothes he took a brisk walk to the shacks where he hoped Megan would be waiting and indeed she was. Topless no less, which did surprise him a bit if he was completely honest, and with his shirt washed and neatly folded. He smiled and nodded to show his approval of this initiative.
"There's a good girl," he said and closed the door behind him.
He approached the semi-nude woman sitting on the make shift bed. He took off his shirt and stood equally, but perhaps less provocatively, topless in front of her. Her face reaching about up to just above his crotch. He gently placed his hands on the top of her head.
"I think you know what to do next," he said and could feel his cock starting to get hard already.
 
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Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Megan hadn't been expected to do much in preparation for the new arrivals. Ages ago, or so it seemed but probably just weeks ago, she might have been concerned about making a good impression, But not now, now her biggest concern was meeting Tag's expectations and perhaps Dr. Smith's. The expectations of their new society, where all she was responsible for was to be bred. But Tag called her a 'good girl', that had to count for something didn't it?

She did indeed know what was next. "That isn't what we are here for." She said, her words defiant but she went to her knees before him, her hands gripping his belt and undoing it. Her hands trembled slightly, her eyes fixed on her task, ignoring him other than the opening of his trousers in an effort to expose his manhood. When the buckle was open, she pulled at his button, her bare breasts jiggling slightly at the effort. The zipper made its distinct sound as she lowered it, then both hands reached into his pants and under pants, pulling both down to his knees and freeing his hardening cock.

She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his for less than a heartbeat, then her focus lowered once more. Her eyes focused on his cock just before her lips captured his cock head and she began to suck on him. Lightly at first, more foreplay than serious effort. As if she were accepting of her fate, but not particularly enthusiastic about it.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Tag raised both his eyebrows at the defiant tone of Megan's response that it was not what they were there for. Something had indeed changed in the woman since yesterday afternoon. She had greeted him topless and since he could find no signs of a top belonging to her, combined with the pristine condition his own top was in, he assumed she had walked there with her breasts bared for all to see and now this. While there was defiance in her tone she still went to her knees and started to undress him, or at least open his pants in order to gain access to his cock which she then proceeded to suck on. He smiled down at her and wrapped a few strands of her hair around his left index and middle finger, mostly for show but still a sign that he didn't really care what they were there for or what they weren't there for. She was going to do as he wanted to and if she refused he would make her. He didn't even care whether there would be any consequences for forcing Megan to do more than to simply let him breed her.

He soon noticed her lack of enthusiasm. It was as if she was simply going through the motions without putting any real effort into the blowjob. He therefore tightened his grip on her hair and thrust his cock balls deep into her mouth which might make her gag but again he didn't care if it did, or rather, he hoped it would make her gag, that it would make her uncomfortable. He held her head firmly in place for a few seconds and then pulled her off his cock and looked down on her face, slapped it hard with his right hand and dribbled a gob of saliva onto her lips.
"You better do it better than that," he said and grabbed hold of her left breast, squeezing it.
"I don't care if you can't get pregnant from giving a blowjob or even from taking it up your ass. You will do what I ask and like it," he added and shoved his cock back down her throat before she could answer.
He now began to thrust slowly but balls deep, more or less using her mouth to jerk himself off. He of course had no intention of letting her taste his cum. Instead he pulled her off again and turned her over onto the bed with her ass up in the air and her face pressed down into the mattress. He slapped her buttocks back and forth a few times before aiming his cock back and forth between her cunt and her ass going: "Eeny meany moe where should it go."
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Megan was more in a daze than any active defiance at least until he asserted himself in a way that even her mental state couldn't ignore. His grip on her hair should have been a warning, but she ignored that as well. But when he plunged balls deep down her throat, she looked up at him, as much to straighten her throat as to give him any satisfaction. But her eyes went wide as her breath was cut short. She gagged violently, thick mucus splattering on her lips as she coughed and choked but on her knees she stayed. Her hands pressed against his hips as if she were struggling to push him out of her mouth but her strength was nowhere near matching his, if she was even giving her best effort. His slap roused her, a hint of fire for the first time in her eyes, her lip curling like a feral animal but just for a moment. She felt the rough grip on her tit, squeezing it but not terribly painful but she got the warning.

She remembered Dr. Smith's lesson. "Yes." Was her only reply and her mouth opened obediently to receive his cock as he continued his deep thrusts. She still gagged on him as he entered her throat but less and less each time. Though as she got used to his invasion of her throat, she began to revert back to simply enduring. Even with tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, more from the physical ordeal than an emotional outburst, she simply looked up at him and took what he had to give her. It was something of a passive defiance, as if she were challenging him to actually find something to upset her.

She might have actually had a hint of a smile on her face as he pulled her up and bent her over. Forced head down into the Shag Shack mattress, her face literally rubbed into one of the very symbols of what had gone wrong with her world, her pussy and ass were on full display. She winced at the ferocity of his ass slaps but kept silent, as if she deserved whatever punishment he had for her. She listened to him mocking her with his childish game, she slowly spread her legs as if to steady her base. Then one hand at a time reached up and gripped her ass. She spread herself wide for him, as if inviting him to use her as he desired. But he would not make her resist, or show pain or pleasure, she would only endure.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

It was at the same time fascinating and frustrating to see the obvious change of mental state Mrs O'Donnell had undergone since their last encounter less than a day ago. It was as if she had adopted some kind of stoic, passively defiant philosophy, something almost Buddhist. It was as if her entire body was challenging him to actually make her feel something. While taking charge and dominating her throat had initially caused her to gag violently and even brought tears to her eyes it was not the tears of pain or humiliation, it was simply a physiological reaction to the strain of allowing him to invade her throat, and as soon as her throat had adjusted to this invasion her body resumed its passively defiant challenge.

He was of course curious about what had caused this radical change in her but that was a question for another time. At the moment he simply watched as she reached up with both hands and spread herself wide open for him, but in a way it seemed less like as an invitation than a challenge. He rubbed his cock between her spread buttocks a few times and then pressed hard against her sphincter. It was tight and he wouldn't be surprised if she had never had anal sex before. He didn't give up though but kept pushing and soon he plunged his cock deep into her anal cavity.

Now he pulled her legs out from under her, placing her flat on her stomach underneath him with her legs spread as wide as possible and started to fuck her roughly while pushing her left arm up behind her back and pulled her head as far back as it went by the hair. Had anyone entered the shack at that moment it would have looked more like rape than anything and the whole situation, including Megan's passive defiance, had awakened something feral in Tag. He actually wanted to hurt her, not just sexually, but to put his mark on her, a mark she would never forget.
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Megan herself might not have been able to honestly answer if the purpose of her mood was to infuriate Tag, or simply a byproduct of her deteriorating mental condition. In either case, it did amuse her to frustrate him even if she was about to pay the price for that amusement. Her rosebud puckered at his initial probing. and deep down it bothered her that he was thinking of violating her in such a way. She had only recently surrendered her anal virginity to Marcus, his consolation prize for offering his wife's womb for the good of the colony. She had pledged to keep it 'special' just for him but that would be yet another vow broken, sacrificed upon the altar of human survival. She hoped he would do his duty, just as she had done, spreading and offering herself to him for breeding.

But Tag had a different sense of duty than Mrs. O'Donnell and he plunged mercilessly into her unlubricated sphincter. He may have had some precum or even some of her own arousal on the head of his cock to help, but it was mostly rough and dry. Despite her mental state, she cried out "Aaaahhhhh that hurts, please nnnnnnnn." She begged but her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into the covers of the cot she was laid out on. As he fucked his cock deep into her, her hands clenched the bed covering. She almost said no, telling him to stop but she caught herself at the very last moment. Dr. Smith's conditioning taking hold from deep within her. Saying 'no' was no longer an option for a woman like Megan in their new order. It was a hard lesson, but one that was being burnt into her ass by Tag's thick hard cock.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Hearing the pain in her voice as she cried out, almost begging him to stop, Tag smiled and pushed her arms further up her back and slapped her freely hanging breasts with his free hand as he tore open her unlubed ass. He knew it must hurt and hurt like fucking hell.
"Please what Bitch?" he asked in a snarling tone as if daring her to say no, to tell him to stop, tell him to adhere to the rules of the breeding program and fuck her in a way that might result in pregnancy rather than violating her ass.
He pulled on her hair and turned her head to face him, looking into her eyes.
"Was this perhaps to be a special treat for your husband until you got pregnant," he asked and pinned the lower half of her body against the bed with a few hard thrusts now holding her back at a rather uncomfortable angle.
A big smile then spread across his face as he remembered his night with her daughter two weeks before. She had cried too but perhaps not so much from the pain as from degrading herself for another swig of whisky to numb her grief. The smile then widened and with a wink of his eye and a chuckle he told her that her that Tiffany had taken his cock up her ass with much less fuss and complaining.
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag mentioning Tiffany @Shelob
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Megan sobbed in agony, as he reamed her ass, his only response to her cries was more violence and pain. Tag and Dr. Smith were quite effective teachers, each in their own way. Sadly for Megan the lessons learned from one, didn't necessarily please the other. The quiet and safe place Dr. Smith had built up inside of Megan's fragile mind had been invaded ruthlessly, much like her ass had just been. She barely noticed her arm being bent further behind her, the searing pain of his invasion was like he had branded her with a hot iron. The tit slap was nothing but background, a reinforcement of her having no quiet and safe place when Tag was around.

"Just do what you must." She said, her voice brought back to the here and now by the pain he had inflected upon her. She was back to being a simple piece of meat for Tag to use as he pleased. He twisted her painfully by her hair, tears streaming from her eyes as he forced her to look at him. His words hit nearly as painful as his cock, she closed her eyes in shame as he spoke as if he knew what she had offered her husband and she had failed to keep even that vow.

But even that was nothing to what he was to say next about Tiffany, Megan's precious daughter. "You lie!" She hissed, hatred dripping from each word as if the very thought was too painful to endure. For the first time she struggled physically as if she truly wanted to escape him and perhaps extract some retribution for his hurtful words that Megan simply couldn't let her heart believe even though she had seen enough objective evidence to know in her brain it was true. Despite her struggles, she was still there, having her ass painfully reamed by a man their new society had given her over to impregnate. The worst was that with every painful thrust she endured, she was no closer to getting pregnant and being freed of this monster's claim upon her.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Tag scoffed at Megan's response to the information that he had fucked her precious daughter as well but the hatred in her voice only made him smile and pound harder into her. He had finally broken through her passive defiance and she was showing real emotions. Whether it was searing hatred or love was indifferent to him. If he wanted to cuddle and feel loved he had Penny, whom he would never hurt the way he was now hurting Megan, or for that matter treat the way he had treated Tiffany. All he wanted from the crying woman underneath him was, what ... submission? To make her feel humiliated and used for nothing but his pleasure, to own her, physically and emotionally?
"You just ask her," he said and his smile widened as he felt her begin to squirm and struggle under him.
This only made him fuck her with more intensity and he soon felt an orgasm start to rise within him but no ... he was not done with her yet.

He pulled out of her and lay down on his back next to her.
"Now you ride me," he said and ran a finger along the shaft of his hard cock.
"With your ass of course."
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag mentioning Tiffany @Shelob
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Tag's relentless pounding into her ass made it impossible to say anything more about the issue, the only sounds emerging from her lips were groans, grunts, and sobs. Eventually the pain diminished from searing and excruciating to more of a dull ache. Whether it was simply her nerves being overloaded, his precum beginning to lubricate her sphincter, or her own blood from the invasion was beyond her ability to judge at this moment. He had traumatized her mentally, physically, and emotionally. Her mind still worked and she could piece together enough mornings with Tiffany to know she was compensating for her grief in the most unhealthy of ways and she certainly couldn't rule out Tag taking advantage of it. In fact, it seemed true to his nature.

She could only hope that he came soon and end this new ordeal but that was not to be. Just as she thought he might cum in her ass once more he pulled out. She was pretty sure he hadn't cum, not the powerful blasts he always had for her. But then he lay down next to her, she began to leave the bed, hoping he was done and she could leave. But then he demanded she ride him, with her ass. The pain had diminished but was in now way gone. "Fuck you." She responded, but she stopped moving away from him. Her eyes were read and puffy, tears still streaking her face. She looked at him lying there, his well formed body naked, his cock hard and throbbing. She had one knee on the bed, and she extended the other leg over him as if ready to straddle him. Despite the look of hatred in her eyes, one hand went to her cunt, not for pleasure but for the only lubrication she had available. She was shamefully wet, as if her body craved being treated like a whore. She gathered what she could and smeared it around her asshole. The got herself into position.

She was practically snarling at him by the time she guided his cock head to her pink pucker. Whimpering as he speared into her once more but at least she was able to control the pace, unless of course he thrust upward. More tears fell, dropping onto his muscled chest as she submitted, despite her hatred of him.
 
Who: Tag
When: June 22nd 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

"That would be the general idea yes," Tag replied with a content chuckle to her Fuck you.
"You fuck me like the good little slut you are. Let's see if you can do it as good as your slut of a daughter."
Hi chuckle evolved into a mean laughter and he placed his hands behind his head in a most casual way, signalling that he intended to do none of the work but rather just relax and enjoy her self-degradation.
"It looks like you've quite enjoyed it," he commented as she gathered up the slime oozing out of her cunt to use as lube.
"When was the last time your old man got you that wet?" he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"Not recently I'd dare say, if ever."

He let out a satisfied moan of pleasure as she impaled herself on his cock and enjoyed the sight of her tear-stained face, the look of hatred in her eyes and that subtle hint of shame for being aroused by the way he treated her, as if she was nothing but a toy for his pleasure and amusement. It was a beautiful and very arousing sight.
"Tiffany got really wet too. I think she might even have had an orgasm when I fucked her ass. I know she did when I fucked her cunt."
He chuckled again and just loved how each new derogatory comment he made about Tiffany only seemed to fuel Megan's hatred for him as well as her own arousal.
"Maybe next time you should bring her along," he said and half expected Megan to slap him across the face, dismount and storm out.
 
Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag mentioning Tiffany @Shelob
Time: June 22nd 2046, Early Afternoon

Megan remained stoic in her mood despite, moving like the slut Tag so accurately named her, at least that is how she felt. She was wet, quite so, and aroused, her pussy aching as she fingered herself to collect her wetness. As he cockily cradled his head with his hands behind him she only wished she had a knife to plunge into his heart. She wondered if he would bleed red like a normal human or black like some demon from her nightmares. Only her nightmares were erotic and she was the sinner whose soul was damned for all eternity. But the only stabbing was his cock up into her ass, it didn't feel sharp like a knife but hot like a red hot poker as her already torn sphincter was violated once more.

His words hurt more than his cock but she ignored them as she settled slowly onto him, feeling him fill her depths and the unusual sensations that went with it. But eventually she felt her as press against his hips, she had taken all of him into her. Her legs were bent, her feet flat on the bed as she squatted over him. His face showed his satisfaction as hers wore her humiliation. But then he said her daughter's name once more. Megan's vision went red and she made a fist and punched as hard as she could against his throat, then gripped it with both hands. She would squeeze the life out of him if she could. Still impaled on his cock she rode him even as she struggled to murder him.
 
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