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As the young woman entered the side alley, she bumped into a man who had just come out of the alley.
"I'm sorry," she said in her British accent, but paid no further attention to the man. She was too focused on her target: NAOSS, the Nihon Association Of Superior Shotas. There he would be waiting for her, the young sperm donor, to fulfill the woman's wish: To become a mother.
She had had many opportunities to have sex with other men, but the thought of men from the real world disgusted her. For this reason, she avoided the official sperm banks; she wanted a child, but not from what she considered an inferior being.
Instead of real existing men, she was in love with fictional male characters such as Yuri Plisetksy from the anime "Yuri!!! on Ice", Alois Trancy and Ciel Phantomhive from "Black Butler" and not to forget Karma Akabane and Nagisa Shiota from "Assassination Classroom" and the many pubescent middle school students from "Inazuma Eleven", all of whom were allowed to fuck her and plant their seeds in her. In addition to these examples, she had a huge list of another male anime characters with whom she wanted to have rough sex in all sorts of ways. Moreover, various hard hentai manga such as "Soto de Shiyou! Pakopako Densha Namabangumi" were also more than appealing to her. During her evening masturbation, she still can't get over how ruthlessly little T-kun fucks the two Russian Lolicon girls and probably impregnates them, or how the one woman whose name she keeps forgetting appears at some point in the middle of the manga "Erotic Training! ~Pakopako Rankou Seikyouiku" manga is raped by three sex-hungry psychopathic androids. But all those hot, visually perfect boys and teenagers were fictional. They didn't exist in real life, and that triggered something inside her that she couldn't quite understand. Was it anger? Jealousy? Sadness? Frustration? A mixture of these? She couldn't really categorise it. Anyway, there was this strange feeling. Sometimes she hoped her TV would open a portal to another dimension, like in Persona 4, so she could be closer to the boys she wanted to get fucked by.Were there any realistic alternatives to becoming a mother without relying on inferior semen? Absolutely, but the cute middle-school boys she gaze after were all forbidden by legal and social conventions, which she regretted because some of them looked really sexy and made her wet.
She particularly remembered a boy of maybe fourteen she had met on the subway. She was immediately struck by his incredibly handsome appearance and just had to sit opposite him.. Blond hair, blue-gray eyes, soft-looking, very fair skin without any blemishes; "Holy Jesus," she thought to herself, and would have loved to ask him for his number and beg to see him again. She wanted to take him home and blow him so hard and make love so long and often that she would end up knowing his body better than he did. This boy corresponded to her normative idea of what her lover, boyfriend and husband should be like: not yet an ugly hairy adult, but not a juvenile, half-baked child either. For her, this phase of adolescence was her personal "La La Land", but unfortunately this "land" was forbidden to her, and if it would came to light that she was groping minors and getting impregnated by them in real life, it would be a massive loss of face for everyone involved, since neither her family nor anyone else around her knew anything about her special preferences and her aversion to real men. Therefore, she needed a secret place where she could fulfill her needs discreetly and anonymously in a protected space.
She finally found this facility through an ad deep in the darknet and immediately booked an appointment, via detours and with a lot of money, that coincided with her ovulation period.
She claimed to want the sperm of a young breeding bull of her choice in order to become the mother of a handsome boy whom she would raise as a taboo-free, love-hungry pleasure slave to satisfy her unbridled lust for sex with minors.
She defended her actions to her conscience by asking, "Would it still be an "offense" if the boy constantly wanted sexual interaction of his own volition? Aren't you simply fulfilling your child's wishes by allowing sex? What responsible mother would not want to fulfill her child's desires?
In any case, her expectations of the child's father were high, and so she asked to spend a great deal of time with any suitable candidate, and had even scheduled time in the hospital for monitoring to determine whether the fertilization had been successful.Having inherited a few months ago, she no longer had to rely on her job as a geriatric nurse in a for-profit London nursing home, where she worked her butt off for minimum wage, so she now had plenty of time on her hands and plenty of money to boot.
Tense in a positive way, she opened the door, the lack of signage and the generally dubious condition of the exterior giving no indication that there might be any activity inside.
She found herself in a sparsely lit room, with a counter at the far end, like those found in hotels. The glass wall was conspicuous, completely isolating the man except for an opening at the bottom.
"こっちにおいでください," the Japanese man sitting at the counter said, lifting his eyes from his PC monitor and turning his attention to her.
"わかります," she said in broken Japanese.
"あなたわがいこくじんですか," the man asked.
"はい、いぎりすです"
"えいごおはなしたほうがいいですか。"
"Yes."
"Good, then I'll speak in English from now on. I need your documents."
The woman nodded and pulled some documents out of her bag, wrapped in cling film.
She handed them to him and he examined them.
"Maria Hopkins, 29 years old, 5' 2" in height, born in London, currently living there...ID is valid, Bitcoin wallet is covered...where did you get all the money?" the man at the counter asked.
"My father died of cancer a few months ago. He made a lot of money in stocks and management consulting, and since I was his only child, I inherited a lot."
"I see," the man said, looking at the other documents and the invitation.
"My condolences on the death of your father."
"Thank you."
The man tore off part of the invitation, put it in a folder, and shredded the rest.
Then he slipped a contract into the woman's hand. "What is this?"
"Something I'm obligated to do. A contract that ensures that we are exempt from liability for any injuries that may occur during this event, and that you will be responsible for their treatment in our hospital at your expense."
"Understood. Where do I have to sign?" the woman mumbled, she didn't feel like flipping through pages of documents and reading each paragraph carefully. She wanted to meet the boys and get pregnant.
"On the last page at the bottom."
"Alright." The man handed the woman a pen, she signed it and pushed the contract and the pen through the opening back to the receptionist.
He pressed a button and a moment later the door opened and a man in a yukata walked into the lobby."イギリスからのクライアント。," the receptionist said to the newcomer. He cleared his throat and spoke fluent English: "Please follow me."
The woman silently followed the man through a semi-dark corridor to a stairwell.
"Why is it so dark in here?"
"We want to preserve the special atmosphere of this place. This is a place of sin. Many of our guests are unsure at first, ashamed to be here and to indulge their illicit desires. The darkness provides discretion and anonymity, and inhibitions are broken."
They descended a few flights of metal stairs and walked through the equally semi-dark corridors until they stopped in front of a door.
"We will begin with a preliminary interview. You'll be told exactly what this process entails."
Maria entered the room, which resembled a doctor's office. A doctor gave her a long explanation of the procedure, side effects, and instructions.
If she did not want to undergo conventional fertilization, an egg would be retrieved through a follicle puncture under light anesthesia and prepared for fertilization in the laboratory. The fertilized egg then develops into an embryo, which is cultured in an incubator for two to five days. After five days, the egg is finally injected.
After about an hour, she was allowed to leave the room and was met by the man in the yukata.
"The next step is a thorough cleaning - shaving, peeling, washing, the whole program."
"When do I get to see the boys?"
"After that. First wash, then fuck. Hygiene is our number one priority. Our boys aren't some cheap hookers who offer themselves to anyone who walks by the side of the road."
"I hope there aren't any men on the other side of the door who want to help me wash."
"Don't worry, women only get cleaned by women here. Yukiko-san is looking forward to it."
Then the man opened the door. On the other side was a completely white tiled room with black grouting, equipped with everything needed for deep cleansing of the human body.
"ゆきこ、あなたのクライアントが来ています。彼女に英語で話してください。"
"Wonderful. It's nice to meet you. You're Maria, right?" he addressed Maria in English.
"Thank you and yes."
"Then get undressed, will you? I'll get everything ready in the meantime."
Maria nodded and started to undress.
"Where are you from, Maria?"
"From London?"
"London? That's great, I spent a year there after high school."
"Cool," Maria replied. She wasn't really in the mood for small talk. She just wanted to meet her sperm donor.
"So you want to get impregnated by one of our guys?"
"How do you know that?"
"Every woman who comes here wants that. Potent sons with big cocks and a fat Oedipus complex."
"I see."
"By fucking or artificial insemination?"
"I don't know yet, if the boys here don't suit me, I'll go to the sperm bank. The boss wrote in his email that he has sperm from over 100 boys in stock. There's bound to be a suitable donor for me."
"You should definitely fuck one of our boys, their cocks are incredible and their stamina too!"
Yukiko gushed and turned around. She looked at Marias naked body.
"Ah, you're already shaved. That makes my job easier."It took almost three-quarters of an hour before Maria was clean to the pores. Yukiko rang a bell, then the man from earlier entered the room and began a very thorough examination of Marias entire body, including her orifices. She was visibly uncomfortable.
"Good work, Yukiko-san," he finally said, gesturing for Maria to put on the white bathrobe he had laid out and follow him.
Maria did as she was told and put on the white robe. She then followed the man in the yukata through more semi-dark corridors and down more stairs to another corridor where another older man was waiting.
"This is our boss; the head of NAOSS."
"There you are," he spoke in fluent English and greeted Maria with a handshake.
"Let's not waste any more time, your breeding stallions are already waiting."
The boss shooed the man in the yukata away with a wave of his hand and excitedly pulled Maria by one hand towards a nearby door.
"Here's the protocol: We go in, you meet the boys, I supervise the situation, and when you've decided who you want to get pregnant by, you let me know your decision, okay?"
"Agreed, but why the surveillance?"
"Just a precaution. Most of these guys haven't come for weeks and sometimes have a hard time controlling themselves... hormones, you know? So don't be surprised to see cages attached to their genitals."
Maria nodded. Her stomach tingled. The boss opened the door and she stepped into the room. The bright light blinded her for a moment. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the new light and her surroundings became clear. The room was so different from the others. The walls were a cream colour, the floor was covered with a dark red soft carpet, the furniture in the room seemed to be made of mahogany, but the highlight was the large couch in the middle of the room, or rather whoever was sitting on it.
Marias pupils dilated. Sitting on the couch were eight adorable boys, all dressed in white funzees.
"Hi," said one of the boys. He had black hair and a noticeable voice break.
"H...Hiii~," she gasped nervously, her cheeks turning red.
Marias voice sounded almost like a moan as her juices began to drip down her thighs.
"Welcome. So you're the brood mare who wants to be impregnated by one of us three-legged breeding bulls?"
Maria nodded and looked at the fair-haired boy with the bright blue eyes. She liked his Russian accent.
"You don't look like the women in the hentai manga I read. Where are your melon-sized tits and your pumpkin-sized ass? You don't even have wide hips," replied the boy next to him, who looked remarkably like the previous speaker.
By now the boss had closed the door and sat down in a wing chair in the corner of the room.
"I don't have anything like that and I like it that way. I like my body the way it is. I find huge tits and huge asses strange and I won't have any of that. But I like huge cocks and massive balls on cute boys like you all the more".
"That's good too. By the way, I'm Witja and this is my brother Wołodia. The one with the black hair is Frederik, that one is Emil, that one is Fynn, that one is Satoshi, that one is Connor and that one is Arion.
"Nice to meet you."
"So, have you decided?" asks a Japanese-looking boy with wispy black hair and a dominant presence, who, if she had memorised the names correctly, is probably Satoshi.
"Who's going to get you pregnant?" Emil added, stroking his dark blond hair with an odd grin. She loved his black eyes and caramel-coloured skin.
"I haven't decided yet. I want to know more about you."
"What do you know about us?"
"Your boss has said you're wearing cages. Why do you wear them?"
"He wants us to learn discipline. He's also worried that if we keep emptying our balls we won't be able to offer enough to the clients."
"That sounds bad. Not letting hot studs like you ride properly."
The boss grunted.
"Can't be helped," Wołodia sighed and shrugged.
"Next question: what do you look like naked?"
Witja grinned and turned to the other boys: "Guys? It's showtime!"
One by one, the boys slowly unzipped their pyjamas, revealing more and more of their youthful bodies.
The more Maria saw, the more of her lubricant dripped onto the carpet and the more her legs gave way.
By the time the boys had completely unzipped and undressed, she could see the boys' bodies in full, from head to toe. The sight of such massive genitals on such youthful, almost absolutely and objectively perfect bodies overwhelmed her senses and triggered a violent orgasm.
Moaning, she clawed at the carpet as she squirted her juices. It took a few moments for her senses to clear and for the shame of her loss of control to set in. She turned to the boss in shame, but he gave her a gentle nod to tell her that everything was fine and that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Situations like this were nothing new to the boss. He had been in charge of this facility for more than three decades, and almost every woman had shown such reactions. However, over time he had noticed that with each new generation of boys the women showed more intense reactions of lust and horniness, which he thought was due to the fact that with each generation the boys themselves became more superior in every way.
While the first boys were comparatively normal, with each generation they became more beautiful, more handsome, more potent, had bigger and fatter genitals, better sperm quality and generally fewer defects in appearance and DNA. The current generation of Witja, Emil and company is the best so far, but the next one is already waiting in the wings.
‘Any more questions?’ Emil spoke after Maria had overcome her shame.
‘I really do,’ she sat down on the floor with her legs apart and wiped a few strands of hair from her sweaty face.
For minutes, Maria asked the hot breeding bulls everything she wanted to know. Each answer she got made her wetter and hornier again.
The boys were all fourteen, the incredibly good looks and the massive genitals were due to genetic mutations and, according to Witja, Emil could cum the most and probably by far. In the end, she had one last question: ‘Which one of you is the most dominant?’
‘Witja and his brother. They are the fiercest machines.’ Fynn pointed at the two of them.
‘That's right,’ Wołodia confirmed, ’we're known as psychopaths because we show no consideration or empathy towards our clients. They come here and let us rape them at their request until we are satisfied and if they resist, they are getting drugged and treated even more ruthlessly. Now let me ask you a question: why exactly do you want us to impregnate you and how do you imagine your child will look like?’
Maria spoke at length about her sexual aversion to real men, why she came here and the qualities she wanted in her boy. Maria also talked about her fondness for fictional like characters and raved about Yuri Plisetsky.
‘Yuri, huh? I get it, he's really handsome,’ Arion now joined in the conversation.
‘Our president may be a piece of shit, but our Russian genes are the best if you really want a dominant boy,’ Witja said with a grin, stroking his massive piston with one hand.
‘And if you want a boy who can REALLY cum, my genes are the best,‘ Emil replied, kneading the left of his two fat balls, which looked even plumper than the other boys´balls.
Marias clit was now heavy dripping, as the others had joined Witja and Emil in touching their massive genitals.
Instinctively, she slid closer to the boys on her knees, leaving a trail of her coconut milk-like lubricant. She slid up close to Witja and grabbed his massive meat whip.
‘You all make me so hot with your huge cocks and I'd love you all to rip off your cages and fuck me hard and fast right now.’
‘Why not? If you manage to get the cages off! What do you think?’ Witja turned to the other hung boys. They lined up in a semicircle in front of her and let their long cocks dangling.
‘Whip me, you horny stallions!’
‘No,’ the boss intervened in a stern voice and rose from his chair, ’Maria! You let go of my boy and the others move away from her! Our client has only paid for one boy, or rather his semen. So there will be no gangbang today.’
'What a shame', Witja said, looking down at Maria. His left hand was stroking her left cheek, his right hand was holding his massive cock in a stranglehold as best it could.
He had a strange glazed look in his eyes that the boss had not missed. Thick, clear lust juice oozed out of the cage and dripped onto the floor. 'I suggest we discuss our next steps outside. You're going to ruin the whole carpet. And you all go down to the ice bath! Especially you, Witja!', his voice grew harder.
The boys said goodbye. Witja continued to secrete clear lust juice that dripped onto the floor.
'What happened to Witja? He had that mad look.'
'Hormones and an immense desire to procreate. Just like you. Boys in puberty can be exhausting, especially at this age when they have a lot of sexual pressure. They need a firm hand to guide them and a cage to secure my business. The boys' instincts become more pronounced with each generation...'
The boss stepped back into the corridor with Maria.
As he turned off the light and closed the door, Maria looked around. She noticed a corridor to the right of the door, leading to a staircase.
'Which way is that?' ,she pointed at the stairs.
'To my boys' quarters.'
At that moment Maria had an idea, but she didn't have time to think about it because the boss spoke: 'This way.'Maria followed the boss along more corridors and down more stairs.
‘How big is this facility, anyway?’ Maria gasped with signs of exhaustion in her voice. The orgasm had taken its toll on her.
‘Very big. The ground around this area is predestined for it. It was not for nothing that one of the facilities where bioweapons research was secretly carried out in the early to mid-20th century was originally intended to be built on this site. Fortunately, this never happened because those responsible quickly realised that such a laboratory in the middle of the largest metropolitan region would be far too risky, so the construction was cancelled and the facility was built above ground in China instead, disguised as a prison.’
‘Is that so?’ Maria said in astonishment.
‘Have you never heard of the Chinese region of Manchuria? Japan conquered Manchuria in the 1930s and turned it into the puppet state of Manchukuo. A facility was built there to research biological weapons and test them on humans. A terrible thing.
Luckily for me, I had made good money when I was young and was able to buy the land in the 1970s to build a residential building as a cover while I secretly founded NAOSS in the literal underground.’
‘That's interesting.’
He talked for a moment about the construction of the facility and his motivation for all this as he unlocked a heavy steel door and prised it open.
'Thank you,' Maria said as she scurried through.
'What is this place?'
'Here are the lab and my office.'
The boss closed the door and walked past Maria to a door at the end of the corridor.
'In here.'
He led her into an office adjoining a laboratory, the interior of which was clearly visible through a large pane of glass. Several people in white coats, caps and gloves were milling about, working intently on equipment.
Maria approached the window with curiosity and stared at a large container being processed by a centrifuge.
'I... is that all the sperm in that container?'
'Yes. My latest find has produced a lot of sperm. If it meets our quality standards, I'll be welcoming another stallion soon.'
'How much is in there?'
'Almost a gallon and a half. That's an incredible amount for someone who's barely reached puberty. These northern European people must be real superior.'
Maria was dripping and startled as the boss put a hand on her shoulder from behind.
'I suggest you sit down and have a look at the sperm donor registry.'
She sat down in the chair the boss offered and squeezed her legs together, the coconut milk-like juice running down her legs. She had a great desire for dirty sex with one or more of these young, handsome studs.
The boss sat down across from her at the office table.
'My boys all have excellent genes. No diseases or defects in the last three generations, neither on the father's nor the mother's side. What's more, my boys' sperm is extremely vigorous and healthy. A single drop contains more sperm than whole loads of sperm from normal men. The official sperm banks would kill for this white gold, and we store masses of it here in secret.'
He then handed her a tablet with a list on the screen.
'We have 114 registered sperm donors in our database, including the eight from earlier. Take your time and choose the right donor for you. I have already changed the system language to English.'
Maria nodded and picked up the tablet. She clicks on the first profile on the list.
Name: Samad Khalil
Origin: Dubai
Hair colour: black
Eye colour: Black
Blood group: AB-
Age at enlistment: 12
Height at time of enlistment: 4'5''
Weight at time of enlistment: 44lb
Penis size at time of sampling: 7.5 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling: 4.7 inches
Penis size at time of sampling (erect): 9.3 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling (erect): 6.0 inches
Penis hardness at time of sampling: Stone
Number of nonrefractory ejaculations at time of sampling: 4
Characteristics: Shy in normal interactions, reserved, ejaculates quickly and 1.05 Gallons when donating, but has little pressure when ejaculating compared to most other boys, during sex with the Phantom he showed commitment but lacks that certain 'alpha gene' which makes him more interesting for dominant clients looking for submissive boys.
'Who or what is a Phantom?'
'A rack for extracting sperm from male horses.'
'I see...'
It took a very long time to go through all these profiles, especially as each profile also contained voice recordings, several folders full of photos and videos of the boy in question, which were regularly expanded according to their physical development.
With every picture and video she saw, she got hornier and wetter.
After less than ten profiles she couldn't stand it any more.
She moaned loudly and tensed up in the chair as she experienced a violent orgasm.
'Are you all right?" the boss said in a calm voice, expecting this. She had been shifting nervously in the chair for a while, almost rubbing herself against the slightly rough seat.'I need to go to the toilet,' she puffed out, sweating.
The boss pointed to the left of the two doors on the wall behind him.
Maria got up and hurried into the room on shaky legs.
It was almost ten minutes before Maria returned. She had fingered herself to a violent multiple orgasm in the toilet and it showed.
Despite trying to straighten her clothes and fix her brunette hair, she looked dishevelled and her legs were shaking a little.
'Don't be ashamed. It happens to almost every client who looks at the profiles. The sight of absurdly large genitals on such delicate bodies and enough sperm to impregnate every woman in Japan is not for the faint hearted.'
'Thank you for the flowers,' Maria gasped, falling into the chair.
'Where was I?'
'The next profile.'
'Right... Let me see,' she picked up the tablet and looked at the profile.
Name: Leo Mondragón
Origin: France
Hair colour: black
Eye colour: Black
Blood group: 0+
Age at enlistment: 12
Height at time of enlistment: 4'8''
Weight at time of enlistment: 46lb
Penis size at time of sampling: 8.7 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling: 5.0 inches
Penis size at time of sampling (erect): 10.0 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling (erect) 6.3 inches
Hardness at time of sampling: Steel
Number of nonrefractory ejaculations at time of sampling: 5
Characteristics: sociable in normal handling, almost too sweet, but showed an unusual hardness to the machine on the Phantom. Thrust hard, fast and uncompromising. The above-average size of his genitals and the volume and pressure of his ejaculation were enormous and showed great potential. He was able to continue fucking even during climax. The sperm quality is excellent, the sperm are numerous, extremely lively and long-lasting. The DNA analysis showed unusual mutations that influenced the relevant indices in his favour, possibly the child of a previous Superior Shota?
Watching the videos made her horny again. She watched with wide-open eyes as the boy bombarded the phantom with ruthless thrusts, hammering his body against it with the speed of a jackhammer. The climax that followed made her cum as well, as she listened to the loud clapping sounds of the never-ending waves of cum crashing against the sump at the other end of the phantom.
'This boy is amazing,' she moaned as her orgasm ended and Léo was about to have his second.
'Before I make up my mind, I want to see Emil's profile.'
The boss leaned over the table and grabbed the tablet. He made a few entries and then handed the tablet back to Maria.
'Here it is.'
Maria took it and looked at the profile.
Name: Emil Isaksson
Origin: Sweden
Hair colour: dark blonde
Eye colour: black
Blood group: B-
Age at enlistment: 12
Height at time of enlistment: 4'6''
Weight at time of enlistment: 44lb
Penis size at time of sampling: 8.0 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling: 4.2 inches
Penis size at time of sampling (erect): 9.2 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling (erect): 6.0 inches
Hardness at time of sampling: Stone
Number of nonrefractory ejaculations at time of sampling 1
Emil was below average for his age and showed signs of malnutrition at the time of sampling, which may explain his initial reluctance to engage in sexual activity and erectile dysfunction. His ejaculation volume, on the other hand, was well above average at 2.3 gallons. However, his physical condition at the time of the examination made a second climax impossible, even with great effort. In character, Emil was more mature and reflective than the other boys his age.
His physical development took a huge leap forward in the months following the examination. Contrary to the usual procedure, I ordered a second sampling to see to what extent the previous treatment had worked.
The following parameters emerged:
Height at the time of sampling 4'9''
Weight at time of sampling: 52lb
Penis size at time of sampling: 8.2 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling 4.4 inches
Penis size at time of sampling (erect) 9.5 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling ( erect) 6.1 inches
Hardness at time of sampling: Stone
Number of nonrefractory ejaculations at time of sampling: 2
Volume of semen in gallons: 3.0 ; 1;2
Maria bit her lips. She really liked the pictures and videos from the second screening, not least because of Emil's appearance.
'How do I see Witjas's profile?'
'Tap the magnifying glass icon in the top right hand corner, type the name and press 'Enter'.'
She did just that and moments later Witja's profile appeared.
Name: Viktor 'Witja' Bolshakov
Origin: Russia
Hair colour: light blonde
Eye colour: blue
Blood group: 0+
Height at the time of enlistment: 4'8''
Weight at time of enlistment: 50lb
Penis size at time of sampling: 8.0 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling: 4.0 inches
Penis size at time of sampling (erect): 10 inches
Penis circumference at time of sampling (erect) 5.9 inches
Hardness at time of sampling: Steel
Number of bruises without refractory period at time of sampling: 5
Like his twin brother, Witja had psychopathic traits. When we first met him, he was unpredictable, lacked empathy and was manipulative. The examination of the phantom also revealed ruthlessness and a desire to destroy. It is said that the father introduced them to sexuality at an early age and deliberately moulded them into these psychopathic monsters. An analysis of her DNA also revealed a high genetic risk of developing psychopathy. In addition, Witja shows symptoms of a severe impulse control disorder. Extensive sexual activity seems to dampen the effects of this disorder, but withdrawal from it leads to high levels of aggression. A high dose of an antiimpulse drug had to be administered. On the other hand, his sperm quality is excellent and his physical constitution is impressive. Like his twin, this boy is special, but very few clients are likely to be suitable for both of them.
When Maria finally watched the videos, she came again almost immediately as she watched Witja ruthlessly go at it with the Phantom, thrusting so hard and fast you'd think he was trying to destroy it. When he finally squirted his semen into the container at the other end of the phantom, it bounced inside under enormous pressure as Witja relentlessly and without ever slowing down continued to fuck the phantom, seemingly thrusting even harder.
In another video, twelve-year-old Witja was seen during one of his tantrums. He was pinned to a bed and raging so loudly that you would have thought he was possessed by Pazuzu. There were some scientific-sounding texts underneath that she didn't really understand.
"What happened to him?"
"Witja had apparently learned that if he rages long enough, he will always get his way. In this case, he wanted sexual release because the enormous pressure and lack of opportunity to get rid of it had caused him to lose control.
"Was Witja really that bad?"
'Yes. He was almost impossible to control without strong psychotropic drugs. But since he's had willing clients, he's much more balanced, even if today's situation was borderline."
Maria closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, she informed the boss of her decision: "Alright. I want Emil."
"A good choice. Emil is a good boy."
"And I want my boy to be as impulsive and psychopathic as Witja."
The boss listened in disbelief.
"Are you sure about that? You've seen and read what Witja can be like?"
"I want to have the perfect stallion for me, and I want mine to be exactly as described. Is that possible or not?"
"Yes. The human genome has been deciphered for years. Technically it is possible. But it's not without risk."
"How does it work?"
"We will take an egg from you, have it fertilised by one of Emil's sperm cells in our laboratory, and when an embryo has developed, I will use a protein called CAS-9 to modify the genes so that a baby will develop according to your wishes. We will then implant the embryo in you as usual. It's the simplest way, but as I said, it's not without risk, and I'll have to negotiate a contract that releases us from any liability beyond the usual terms".
"And what are the risks?"
"At best the child will develop according to the modifications, at worst it will be a stillbirth or miscarriage. Anything between these two extremes is possible, from simple mental and physical disabilities to deformities or even the absence of entire body parts.
I must also point out that Witja's genetic predisposition may make your child difficult to control. Like his father, he will need a firm hand and clear rules, especially during puberty, and you must not make the mistake of becoming lax and relaxing these rules. Otherwise the child may take advantage of the leeway, undermine your position of power and eventually begin to control you instead of you controlling the child. This is not for beginners, but I can only make one recommendation. I could modify the genes and create a "Witja light"."
However, Maria was not swayed by this. She didn't care about the psychopathy and the difficulties with impulse control. In fact, it was fine with her. She wanted a child and rough sex with a horny middle school student, and Witja's genetic predispositions sounded very suitable for this. She would take care of the other things that would go with it when the time came.
A few hours later, everything was finally discussed, the contract signed and the procedure carried out.
A little later, Maria woke up in the hospital room.
She sat up slowly and looked around. She was alone in this sterile room, which reminded her of her former workplace in a geriatric nursery.
Maria felt a strong urge to urinate. So she got out of bed and walked to the door on wobbly legs, opened it and was startled.
Standing opposite her was a nurse who was about to enter.
“Mrs. Hopkins, I see you're awake. How are you feeling?”
“Toilet...” she mumbled.
“It's in your room.”
She showed Maria the small bathroom, then left her alone again, saying, “I'll come back when you're done.”
When she had finished, a brief examination followed, then an extended meal.
Meanwhile, a plan was maturing in her head.
“What time is it actually?” Maria asked the nurse, who was just about to leave the room.
“Just before half past four in the morning.”
“Too late,” she thought, but said a curt ‘Thank you’.
She would wait until the following night. Then she would sneak out of the hospital and go in search of the living quarters. In her head, she went over the route that led her from the office to the hospital. She couldn't remember everything, but she hoped it would be enough.
She knew from her own experience that there would be fewer staff on the night shifts, so she would have an easy job at best.Maria had gone to bed early the following evening. During the noon handover, she had taken a moment to discreetly take a picture with her mobile phone of the fire escape plan hanging in the corridor, so that she understood how the hospital was laid out, which room she was in and where the exits were. She had given herself plenty of time to memorise the plan. She wouldn't always have time to take her mobile phone out of her pocket and unlock it, so she needed to have it in her head at all times.
Still, she found it difficult to sleep. She was too excited about the prospect of rough sex with the underage breeding bulls.
It was late at night when she woke up.
She quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up and empty her bladder. She would need as much space in her body as possible because she knew the absurd amount of semen the boys could squirt and she wanted to keep as much inside her as possible.
Finally she slipped out of her room barefoot on silent steps, quietly closing the door and scurrying through the darkened - only the lights from the 'emergency exit' signs and a few dimmed ceiling lights provided light - and deserted corridors.
In a staff room, a male nurse in green scrubs sat with his back to the door, working on Excel spreadsheets on his PC.
Another nurse was in another room, apparently checking something.
A few moments later she had turned into an area with a door at the end.
This door would lead her to the stairwell, which would take her down to the boys' dormitory.
Picking up her pace, she approached the door. Twenty steps...ten...five...three...one. Maria put her hand on the door handle and pushed it down - locked.
"Shit," Maria cursed in a low whisper, fumbling with the lock in vain.
Then she came to her senses, took a breath and remembered the fire escape plan. She was at the east exit. There was another one on the west side of the hospital. But she would have to change wards. The door would only open electronically at the push of a button. Although this could be done at any time, the door was quite noisy - she could hear the hum of the electronics all the way to her room each time - and would undoubtedly attract the attention of the nursing staff.
"What am I going to do?" she asked herself, thinking feverishly. But she quickly decided that sometimes the best defence was a good offence, so she decided to just press the door opener and hope that the nurses just took her for one of their colleagues.
Maria took a deep breath, then began to move again. Crouching down, she scurried through the darkened corridors and, after a few dozen steps, finally stood in front of the door.
She pressed the button quickly, the two doors swung open with a loud hum, and before they were fully open, she had scurried through and disappeared into the other ward.
Maria didn't know if there were any nurses, how many there were or where they were.
The only thing she quickly realised was that she was in an intensive care unit.
She realised this mainly because she had passed a room where a patient lay connected to several tubes and had his vital signs displayed on a monitor.
She didn't have time to investigate closer, she had to find the door. Fortunately, the size of the ward meant that it didn't take her long to find it.
It was a door of the same design, built into a wall at the end of a semi-dark corridor and barely visible from the staff break room.
She hurried to the door, still crouching, and pushed the handle down - unlocked. She breathed a sigh of relief, her stomach churning with excitement, then walked to the other side, closing the door as quietly as she could and standing in the pitch-black stairwell for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
She walked carefully, barefoot, down the metal stairs. The soft sound of her footsteps echoed through the stairwell. Having entered the hospital via the other stairwell with the Chief, she was unfamiliar with it and did not know the way to the living quarters.
It took Maria a long time to find the way back to the room where she could examine the eight boys under the supervision of the Chief.
She turned into the corridor to the left of the door, went down the stairs and found herself in the living quarters a few minutes later.
This was essentially a large common room in the middle, with four doors on each of the four walls, leading to more branches.
"He must be in here somewhere," she muttered, approaching the first door and opening it.
Beyond it was a corridor with more doors, but the rooms behind them turned out to be bathrooms and saunas.
"Nothing like going out with a bang," she muttered at the sight of the marble tiles in the bathrooms.
Back in the common room, she opened another door, and the rooms behind it turned out to be the kitchen and dining area.
She went through a few more doors and when she finally found the sleeping area, it took her quite a while to find his room.
Although the other boys she saw were also very handsome, for her there was only Emil.
"Finally..." she whispered and stepped quietly into the room. She closed the door as quietly as she could.
On all fours, she crawled from the door across the soft carpet to his canopy bed.
When she reached it, she looked into Emil's sleeping face. With one hand she moved under the covers and gently stroked his naked, irresistibly tender, muscular torso.
She gasped as she reached his crotch and slowly slid her fingers down his wide boxers, feeling and gently squeezing the massive bulge between his thin legs. The bulge felt like a long, thick snake on his right thigh, accompanied by two soft, hairless cantaloupes. Her stomach tingled and she wanted more.
So she slipped her thin fingers into his boxers.
When she felt his massive cock, she couldn't help but moan softly. Then she got wet and dripped on the floor. She really wanted to take that cock inside her. But first the cage had to come off.
"What are you doing here, Maria?" Emil said. Maria was startled.
"H... did I wake you?"
"No, I was still awake and could hear you panting all the way to the door. So what do you want?"
"I want to have sex with you."
"Why?"
"Because I can hardly stand it anymore. These videos of all the hot, visually stunning boys here...I want to fuck so badly...I want to fuck you because you look so damn cute and my child will look like you if the insemination works...plus they say you can cum a lot and I want to see that live," Maria found it hard to form complete sentences because of her excitement and maybe her voice was a little too loud.
"Shut up, you'll wake the others. You have no business here and if the boss finds out, you can forget about your child!", Emil whispered with a tense expression on his face.
"Besides, I've put the cage on anyway and the boss always carries the only key with him."
"So no sex, huh? Can I at least nibble on you and kiss you? I find you so incredibly beautiful and attractive."
"No, I'm not in the mood. I hate being reduced to a sex object just because I am hung like a horse. Have you ever thought about what it's like for us boys to be trapped down here? Separated from former friends, cut off from the outside world, not having seen sunlight for years and not being able to explore our sexuality in a normal way like the boys out there? Have you?"
Maria shook her head in surprise.
"Of course not, for people like you we're just cute boys with big dicks and for the boss we're primarily a means to an end, to make a lot of money."
Emil looked contrite. He obviously didn't feel comfortable with the current situation.
Maria was silent for a moment. She realised that there would be no sex with Emil.
"What is it like for you to live here? Do you have any hobbies?"
"We're actually well looked after, although sometimes I feel like a prisoner," Emil paused, a slight sadness showing on his face, "at least it's better than where I lived before."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't want to talk about it, especially not to a stranger. And my hobbies... I love music. A friend of my mother's was a musician. She taught me to play the violin.
"That sounds nice... would you like to play something for me?"
"Not here. If you promise not to sexually harass me, we can go to one of the pleasure rooms. I can play something for you there."
"Pleasure rooms?"
"The rooms where we receive our clients and satisfy them sexually according to their wishes."
"I see. Good, I agree."
"Thank you. Just let me get dressed."
Minutes later Emil was dressed and making his way to one of the pleasure rooms with Maria and his violin case.
Once there, he closed the door from the inside, sat down on the large bed and opened his violin case. Maria sat down beside him.
"The piece is called O Mio Babbino Caro."
Emil took out the instrument and placed it on his shoulder, where the soft padding of the chin rest had been moulded by countless hours of practice. Then he turned his head and rested his chin on the chin rest. He took the bow with his left hand and began to play.
Maria listened to the sweet sounds of the instrument and was amazed at how well he had mastered it.
And when, a little later, he began to sing softly, she was completely taken aback.
After a few minutes his piece was finished and he put the violin down.
He noticed the enamoured look on her face.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes ~ play something else for me."
Emil smiled gently: "Any music requests?"
"Just anything. I don't want this moment to end."
"Fine. How about Country Roads?"
"Agreed."
"Good."
Emil took up his position again and played the tune almost like a virtuoso. This time too, after a while, he began to sing softly.
"Bravo", Maria said, clapping enthusiastically and asking for an encore.
Emil nodded and then played Csárdás.
He had just finished the last few bars when the door opened and Witja entered the salon naked.
"I knew I hadn't heard wrong. What are you doing here, Maria? Were you hoping to get fucked by one of us after you had my fat cock in your hand the other day?"
Maria swallowed.
"Shut up", Emil said in a calm voice.
"My offer still stands. If you manage to get my cage off, I'll fuck you so hard and long that you'll be in hospital for the next few weeks and months. I'll come and visit you too~. And if you want a threesome, I'll bring my brother."
Emil shook his head in Witja's direction and grimaced.
Witja, however, continued to ignore Emil and moved closer to Maria instead.
"What about Emil?"
"Him? He's not really interested in fucking. He's come to terms with his asceticism and is as good as a lamb. Knowing him, he turned you down, didn't he?"
Maria nodded.
"I thought he would. But I'm here now. Interested in a few lashes?" he asked with that strange look, picking up his fat, soft cock to dangle in front of her eyes.
"Whip me!" Maria begged in a whisper.
"As you wish, you little Педик," Witja growled and pulled out his cock. Then he slammed it into Maria's face, leaving a mark on her cheek from the metal cage.
"I'm going to whip you until my cage breaks and falls off, even if it takes all night, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard with my steel-hard piston that you won't be able to sit, walk or swallow for the next few weeks. Any objections?"
Maria, overwhelmed by his dominance and claim to power, shook her head in the negative.
"Good girl. Now hold still so I can aim!"
Witja took another swing, then the impact, then a groan from Maria.
Emil, meanwhile, sat silently watching the scene.
He knew he had no chance of stopping Witja from overdoing it. After all, he had already licked blood like a predator.
Sighing, he put his instrument in the box and left the room. He had no choice but to quickly inform the boss.Witja had often tried to get out of the cage on his own and failed every time. In the end, he went completely mad and could only be brought back to reality with a sedative injection and impulse-dampening psychotropic drugs.
So he took to his heels. It still took him several minutes to reach the room. He knocked on the door: "Boss, wake up. We have a problem."
It took a few seconds before the door opened. On the other side was the boss in his underwear: "What's wrong, Emil?"
In a few short words he explained what had happened and that Maria was at Witjas mercy.
"What the...?" murmured the boss in disbelief. His body was flooded with adrenaline, his mind was sharp.
"Go to your room! We'll talk later!"
"Alright!"
The boss quickly got dressed and opened the first aid kit. He had kept important medicines there for emergencies. He counted Witja's tantrums among them. He took a prepared syringe from the box and set off.
However, as he was no longer the youngest, and there were a few stairs to climb from the dormitory to the recreation rooms, the trip took longer than he would have liked.
By the time he reached the floor, he could already hear sounds through the door that sounded like moans or sighs.
So he took to his heels and moments later stood panting in the doorway, watching as Witja desperately rammed his cock into Maria's marked face again and again.
"This fucking cage!" Witja growled, hammering his limp cock against her head again and again.
Then he put his hand on her throat, shoved her head down onto the bed and bent over her to choke her hard.
"Make an effort, you little bitch! I can't get the cage off without you! Either you cooperate or I'll strangle you!"
"Don't hold back, big man," Maria gasped.
There was great pleasure in her eyes.
"That's enough," the boss said in a loud voice, grabbing Witja by the arms, pulling him away from Maria and pushing him to the floor.
"Let me go, you old bastard. Without you and this shitty cage I wouldn't have my problems! Besides, that little Педик started it all. She came down here and wanted to fuck! I was just trying to do her a favour! I'm not the bad guy here!"
"It's all right, Witja. We'll talk later," the boss said in a calm voice and injected the liquid into his left buttock.
Maria clutched her neck and looked in disbelief at Witja, who seemed to be losing consciousness ."I feel sorry for him somehow...", she murmured softly.
"What were you thinking? How dare you stay down here!",the boss shouted. His head turned red.
"I...",Maria stammered, "I wanted to get fucked by one of the boys. Originally with Emil, but he didn't want to. So we came here because he wanted to play with me, but then Witja came and then..."
"I know what happened! You didn't have your hormones under control!"
"All these sexy studs with their huge cocks make me so horny I can hardly stand it! I just wanted to fuck! Isn't that a human need?"
"You want to fuck? Fine, I'll make you an insatiable son who can give it to you anytime, and he WILL, I guarantee it! But in return, I'll lock you in your room for the rest of your stay so you don't get any ideas. Do you agree to that? Otherwise, you can pack your things and leave, but without your pregnancy."
"Can't I book one of the boys in the meantime?"
"No!"---
Maria spent the next few weeks locked up in her room.
The boss, meanwhile, spent the next few days reading scientific reviews and studies in order to massively modify her future son's genes using CRISPR.
He wanted the child's metabolism to work quickly so that the body fat percentage remained low. As a result, the child should often be hungry and eat a lot, as the body will need a lot of energy to be able to produce vast amounts of sperm and seminal fluid in a short space of time.
In addition, the processes involved in the refractory phase should be deactivated and the quality of the sperm released should be maximised. Proteins produced by the prostate and which break down sperm that are unsuitable for reproduction are supposed to ensure this. In addition, his pituitary gland is to be modified so that it produces less growth hormone at the age of 14 and no more at the age of 15, thus stopping pubertal development. Instead, the hormones that make his genitals grow should be produced in excess from the age of 13. This would make him older on paper, but physically he would retain the appearance of a 14-year-old for the rest of his life.
In addition, the child would have the appearance and potency of Emil and the psychopathy and dominance of Witja.
So much for the theory. The practical genome editing turned out to be lengthy and complex, so that Maria could only be implanted after a month.
A week before this appointment, the boss unexpectedly entered Maria's room, who had just showered on the carer's instructions and was about to go back to bed.
‘Come with me,’ he grumbled.
‘What's going on?’ she asked, taken by surprise. ‘I thought I wasn't getting my son implanted until next week.’
‘That hasn't changed, I want to give you a reward.’
‘A reward?’ Maria listened and stood up.
She followed the boss out of the hospital, walked down the stairs with him and, after numerous turns through semi-dark corridors and more stairs, finally stood in front of a door.
The boss knocked three times, then opened it. "Step in."
Maria looked in and was dazzled by the red light. Once her eyes had adjusted to the new lighting conditions, she stepped inside and looked around.
The room was cosy and warm, but almost completely empty apart from a large bed in the middle. There was only a large mirror hanging above the bed and another room-high one to the left and right of the door.
‘Have fun, I'll pick you up in the morning,’ said the boss, then he pulled the massive iron door shut and locked it from the outside.
His faint footsteps could be heard, then there was dead silence.
‘Hello?’ she asked after a while of silence.
A door that had previously eluded her opened. Behind it stood Emil, who slowly stepped into the red-lit room and closed the door. He was wearing a dark funzee.
‘What are you doing here?’ Maria asked, her eyes wide. Her stomach tingled at the sight of this handsome boy.
Emil slowly opened his funzee, revealing more and more of his thin, flawless caramel-coloured torso. When his massive genitals were finally exposed, Maria groaned: he wasn't wearing a cage.
‘Welcome to one of our pleasure rooms. As a reward for being a good girl all this time since the incident a few weeks ago, you may spend tonight with me and do as you please, except for vaginal sex, as I don't want you to get pregnant.’
Maria's eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment, then she came hard and squirted her liquid onto the warm wooden floor.
Emil got rid of his pyjamas and folded them under the bed.
Then he sat down on it and spread his legs.
‘My cock has grown almost half an inch this month. That makes it over 10 inches long now. Take your clothes off, come to me and let's find out how big it is when it gets hard.’
Maria swallowed and freed herself from her clothes with shaky hands.
In awe, she knelt between Emil's legs and took first his massive cock and then his extremely fat balls in both hands, which she was even more taken with because of their dimensions.
‘I've never seen such fat balls before...and how heavy they are...insane!’ Maria gasped, stunned and full of lust as she massaged the two cantaloupe-sized balls and covered them with numerous kisses.
‘How can you even walk upright with them?’
‘Humans are creatures of habit,’ Emil gasped, enjoying the treatment.
She didn't realise it at first, but Emil moaned softly and felt his cock filling with blood and getting a good bit longer and thicker in batches. ‘Finally,’ he breathed and saw Maria's eyes getting bigger with each growth spurt. A large shadow finally appeared on her face as the massive steel-hard fuck stud stood over her head, pulsing ready for action.
‘What do you reckon the size is?’ he wanted to know, looking down at her with his black eyes.
‘I don't know... 15 inches?
‘Could be...’ he mumbled and held her head.
‘Now put it in your mouth.’
‘Completely?’
‘As far as you can get it in.’
Maria swallowed hard at the sight of this giant cock.
She opened her mouth as far as it would go and put it over Emil's fat glans.
She greedily began to suck and lick with her tongue as she felt hot precum filling her mouth almost non-stop.
Emil gently pushed her head by the hair towards his hairless private parts, but Maria protested by gagging and quickly made it clear that she couldn't take more than four inches inside her without throwing up.
‘Are you really sure you can't take any more inside you?’ He gently squeezed her on his cock several times, hoping to get more into her mouth, but there was nothing he could do.
‘It scares you, having to service such a huge cock, doesn't it?’
Maria indicated with a nod and swallowed, the precum having completely filled her mouth.
‘It's your first cock of this size, isn't it?’
She nodded again.
Emil felt somewhat vindicated.
‘Reach into the left pocket of my pyjamas. It's under the bed.’
Maria groped blindly under the bed for it and continued to let the never-ending stream of precum flow into her mouth.
It didn't take long to find it. She pulled something long from her pocket that felt familiar and turned out to be a syringe.
‘Give it to me. It's just my insulin.’
Maria obeyed and gave it to her.
He pulled the safety cap off the needle, put it on and injected the whole dose into his stomach. Then he put the cap back on the needle and threw the syringe to the other end of the bed.
‘I have to tell you something...that wasn't insulin...and you're not here to collect a reward. The boss wants to see if your body and psyche are ready for such a psychopathic breeding bull of a son. Right now my body is producing hormones that will put me in a state similar to Witja's psychopathy and tantrums. In less than two minutes I will change and become something that will scare you and expose you to sexual practices that will be brutal and ruthless and can harm and hurt you on every level imaginable. My boss wants to give you a taste of what your son could do to you at any time and only on the condition that you pass this test will the child be implanted in you. You won't have passed if you're either dead, crippled, a mental wreck or more than one of these and your condition hasn't improved significantly by the evening before your appointment.’
Maria couldn't believe her ears.
‘I don't have much time left, Maria. Remember, what comes next is not the normal me, okay?’
Maria nodded and saw that Emil's normally gentle face was slowly turning vicious. His black eyes sparkled and his grip on her head tightened.
‘Here we go, you little bitch,’ Emil growled and stood up.
With a spiteful grin, he grabbed her head, placed it on the back of her neck and with thrusting movements began to force his way deeper into her mouth and when it cracked softly and Maria gasped violently for air, he knew he had penetrated her throat.
‘You've already done the worst of it, little bitch,’ he growled.
He quickened his pace and made his way deeper and deeper through her skin-tight neck and deep into her belly with every thrust.
‘You must be prepared...for our...your son,’ he growled, thrusting faster and harder. She could feel the force of his thrusts all the way to her stomach and she even thought he was about to penetrate it and he wasn't even fully inside her throat.
The last two or three inches were still outside her body and Emil was doing everything he could to make sure they found their way into her body.
But the circumference at its root was so enormous that it wouldn't fit inside Maria without tearing the corners of her mouth up to her ears and dislocating her jaw.
Emil already suspected this, but he showed no consideration. The effect of the injection was too strong, forcing him to know only one way and that was into her stomach. And so it came as it had to: with a few particularly savage thrusts, her jaw was dislocated, the corners of her mouth tore open about half an inch on each side and with a wild jerk, Emil slid egg-deep into Maria's maltreated mouth. Blood dripped onto the wooden floor. His extremely fat, heavy balls rested on her stuffed neck. His fat glans penetrated his stomach.
‘Phase one complete... on to phase two...’ growled Emil and stopped his movements for a moment. Maria felt a lot of pain and couldn't breathe. She desperately hit Emil's hips, clawing into them with all her strength and trying to get away from him in a panic, but it was no use.
‘There's no way back, bitch! Breathe through your nose!’
A camera attached to a corner of the ceiling filmed the action so that the boss could watch everything from the monitor and even listen in thanks to an integrated microphone.
He saw and heard the merciless jackhammer skull-fucking and the blood that poured out of the torn corners of his mouth together with saliva and vomit, dipping the floor around Emil in a disgusting mixture.
When Maria gave up her desperate attempts to free herself at some point because her arms loosened their grip on Emil's waist and hung limply downwards, the boss knew that she had lost consciousness.
Emil stopped his brutal skull fucking and pulled his huge steel-hard piston out of her raped mouth.
He slapped her across the face.
‘Wake up!!! There´s no time do die!!!’ he barked and slapped her again. His huge cock twitched aggressively and sprayed hot precum almost continuously over her unconscious upper body.
After two more hard slaps, she regained consciousness and caught her breath in panic. She clawed at Emil again.
‘Please... stop,’ Maria finally whimpered, wiping the blood and vomit from her face.
‘There's no going back!!! Your son wouldn't stop in his madness either!!! You have to learn to deal with it!!!’ growled Emil, pulling her up by the hair and flinging her onto the bed in one fluid motion. There he grabbed her head again and pushed it over the edge of the bed to position his steel-hard piston in front of her wide-open mouth.
‘Pull yourself together and breathe through your nose, little bitch! I won't stop again!!!’
With an expressionless expression, the boss watched from his monitor as Emil penetrated her again, supporting her head with both hands and performing his brutal jackhammer skull fuck for what felt like an eternity.
The sound of the massive balls hammering against her skull like wrecking balls was loud and hard.
Maria seemed to remain conscious this time, but didn't move once during the entire cruel treatment. She was as stiff as a board.
‘I'm about to cum, little bitch!’ growled Emil after an eternity of merciless skull fucking and continued to hammer his steel bolt relentlessly deep into her belly like a battering ram, with the bulge of his fat glans clearly visible and emanating from his stomach.
‘Do you remember that I can cum a lot? Now you have your chance to experience it live, but make sure you don't drown me. We've already had to perform a pleural puncture on a few sluts because their lungs were filled to the brim with my boiling hot cum and they would have suffocated otherwise!’
Emil hammered a few more times particularly hard into her stomach, then he stopped abruptly and released a cascade of boiling hot sperm under high pressure, moaning loudly, which flooded her stomach within a fraction of a second, rose up her oesophagus and foamed forcefully from the corners of her mouth and nostrils.
While a steaming, rapidly growing puddle of cum formed in front of the bed, Maria's stomach was relentlessly bombarded with numerous shots of hot sperm, each of which had the force of a punch.
As a result, her stomach slowly inflated and wobbled with the impact of each new thrust. This caused her connective tissue to tear and stretch marks to form. It wasn't long before Maria looked like she was heavily pregnant with triplets, but Emil continued to bombard her stomach from the inside out with pressurised thrusts.
Meanwhile, Maria seemed to choke on the white flood and tried to cough, but the resulting muscle movements stimulated Emil's cock.
At some point, her stomach could no longer hold the endless masses, so the rest broke through the pylorus due to the high pressure and flowed unhindered into the intestine. But even that couldn't hold the never-ending flood of cum, so after a few minutes it poured out of her arsehole and covered the entire bed in a thick layer of boiling hot sperm.
From then on, it took almost two minutes before Emil finished his orgasm.
The boss was extremely aroused by the sight and in the meantime had started to masturbate in front of his monitor and squirt his sperm onto the keyboard.
But while the boss was already exhausted, Emil only now turned up the heat and started to fuck her arse.Without giving the semi-conscious Maria even a moment's respite, she was rolled onto her bloated stomach and positioned so that her cum-smeared bum was sticking up in the air, but her head was flat on the cum-soaked bed.
As her arsehole was more than adequately lubricated by the steady stream of cum still oozing out, he pushed himself into her tiny arsehole without mercy, causing Maria to moan loudly and claw at the filthy bed sheet.
‘Shut up, little slut!!!!,’ he growled and instantly began humping her arse like a jackhammer, making her already ravaged bowels too small a condom for his gigantic steel battering ram.
With each of his pelvic bone-breaking thrusts, a gush of cum shot out of her mouth, continuously enlarging the puddle in which she lay.
It wasn't long before the cum was flowing from the bed in several places, relieving her stomach, which was soon to receive a second white flood.
The boss watched the brutal arse fucking, which lasted many minutes, and was astonished by the fact that she no longer put up any resistance, but dutifully endured everything for the next few hours.
The next morning Maria was taken to the intensive care unit. She was in a terrible physical and mental state, but she was alive.
A week later, her child was implanted.Eight months later, a baby boy was born in a London hospital, attracting the attention of doctors and the media. His weight was very low due to his unusually low body fat percentage, but his genitals were exceptionally large and heavy.
‘Congratulations, it's a boy,’ said the midwife, ’and what a boy.’
‘He's going to be a real breeding bull. Look at that dick. It's as big as my thumb.’
‘And those balls. Almost as plump as plums,’ whispered two nurses, getting dirty thoughts.
Maria was proud of his son, who looked exactly like Emil and would grow up over the next few years into a sugar-sweet child and eventually into a pubescent, insatiable sex machine, whose psychopathy, which would become more pronounced with every day, would cause Maria huge problems and ultimately lead the boy back to NAOSS.
But that's a topic for another episode of the "Tales of NAOSS".