After the Exhibition

Dave pulled out of Alison, his body shuddering from the intense, triumphant climax that had left his virile sperm deep inside her womb, fulfilling the stated intent of the Breeding Pass. Alison, model-perfect even as she was violated, slowly slid down the cool surface of the mirror, collapsing onto the floor of the private hallway. The thin, black nightie, which had been hiked up during the frenzied act, now provided little coverage, revealing her bare, trembling thighs and the wet evidence of the creampie Dave had just delivered.

Tracy stepped forward from her viewing position, her perverse thrill giving way to a cool, analytical assessment of the scene. "Well, pervert," she remarked, her voice dripping with contempt, "that was quite the show. Now grab the Breeding Pass and use it on me, so that I won't be able to change my mind and back out!"

Dave ignored her, adjusting his pants with a satisfied smirk. He glanced at Alison. Her eyes, still wide with shame and physical aftershock, instinctively darted to the wedding ring on her left hand. The horror of the adultery and the **** impregnation demanded by the Breeding Pass was settling over her.

"Hand it over, Alison," Dave commanded, reaching for the Pass. He knew the card was effectively spent, having authorized only one sexual act of intercourse, but he needed it for his next conquest.

Alison remained silent for a moment, clutching the laminated card in her hand against the thin black fabric of the nightie. The compulsion to submit was gone, replaced by a raw, profound violation. She stared at the Breeding Pass--the instrument of her betrayal. She had planned on being bred by her husband, but a damned Breeding Pass had been used by this despised teen to **** his seed inside her instead.

"My husband will be furious," Alison whispered, her voice raw.

Tracy scoffed. "He may be furious, but there's no point worrying about that now. You're likely already pregnant, Alison, and the Breeding Pass demands all pregnancies must be brought to term. You look ready to be a mother anyway; that nightie looked like a maternity dress _before _you even let the pervert cum in you."

Alison focused on Tracy, then Dave, a cold realization dawning. "You _enjoyed _this, Tracy? You enjoyed watching this pervert _force _me?"

"I watched you obey the Breeding Pass," Tracy corrected, crossing her arms. "I can't stop it. What do you expect me to do?"

Dave pressed closer, interrupting the confrontation. "I said, hand it over!"

Alison looked down at the laminated plastic, the multi-colored hologram glinting in the soft light. With sudden, controlled fury, Alison raised the card to her mouth and bit down hard, splintering the Breeding Pass into jagged halves. She then tore the remnants into smaller, useless pieces, dropping them onto the floor.

Realizing his new Breeding Pass was irrevocably lost, Dave cursed under his breath, turning away from the two women and sprinting down the hallway. He needed a new plan, and fast. The Mall Dog, Chad, would still be lurking somewhere, and Dave was back on the hunt for another new Breeding Pass.