Chapter Twenty Four

“Wake up, meathead. How dare you sleep in my presence?”

Liam’s eyes fluttered open in time to catch another slap in the face. The pain barely registered. The blow wasn’t hard. However, his attacker came as a surprise.

Ruby took shape, her lips twisted in a snarl. Gabby’s oldest sister floated in the shadows like an angry specter. It took him longer than it should to recognize the men's dorm at night. The other bunks were uninhabited, and the PA speakers were silent.

Where was everyone?

“Don’t ignore me!” Another slap achieved nothing beyond annoying Liam. “Not after the lengths I’ve gone to. The sacrifices I’ve made.”

The breathtaking country belle was incandescent with rage.

Her toned, whip-thin body was swaddled in a long winter coat that didn’t disguise the contours of her ample bosom. Perspiration beaded her forehead, smudging a perfectly penciled eyebrow as she glared pure hatred at him.

She seemed unwell. Liam said as much in short, simple words.

“You look like shit warmed up.”

“Bastard!”

Liam lifted an arm to ward off the next blow, except he couldn’t. A closed fist impacted with added ****, but not enough to bother him.

Chains secured him to the bed. Thick and heavy, they had to be tractor chains. Links large as soda cans wrapped his bare torso, arms, and legs. He tested them, finding no slack or give. The industrial pipe bed frame didn’t budge an inch.

“Your escape attempts are laughable. All brawn, no brains. Disgusting.” Ruby spat, leaning in closer. “Do you have any idea how easily I trapped you? Sleeping like a lost lamb in the lion’s den. What was Gabriella thinking? Well, you’re mine now. You and your nasty prick.

Pupils dilating, she breathed him in, quivering minutely.

Pressure gripped Liam’s turgid tool, already lubricated with his nighttime emissions. Ruby squeezed cruelly, as if trying to **** off the blood supply, though her delicate fingers couldn’t encompass him entirely.

She started jerking him off. Inexpertly. Clumsily. Lacking the practice and expertise of her younger siblings. She performed the act with apparent disdain. Jacking Liam roughly, without any rhythm or enthusiasm.

“Never driven a stick shift, huh?” He grunted, wincing. “Guess the twins were right about you.”

“Shut the hell up!” Ruby socked him in the jaw again, then hissed, shaking out her bruised knuckles. “Those empty-headed sluts have never been right about anything. What do they know?”

“They know how to handle a cock.” Liam replied, as blunt as a cudgel and equally eloquent. “You don’t.”

“Pig fucker! Filthy maggot!” She screeched, clawing at the air. “This wasn’t enough? I debase myself by… by touching that wretched… thing, and you dare with this talk? I’m not one of your whores. You cannot speak to me this way!”

“Not whores. Cow-sluts.”

“What? Has the ability to communicate fled your tiny brain? Talk sense, moron.”

“Cow-sluts.” Liam said, as though repeating himself would clarify matters. “Cow-sluts know how to suck big bull dick. Cow-sluts are good at mating. Cow-sluts have fat udders for milking…”

He couldn’t rightly say why the distinction was important, but he had to make it.

“In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t that kind of ranch.” Ruby sneered, resuming her rough stroking. “How are you still this ignorant? Here, the bulls get milked, asshole. You’re nothing but livestock to us. A bunch of stinking animals.”

His stink couldn’t be bothering her too much, Liam noted as she kept huffing large lungfuls of his musk. Sweat sheeted vexed vixen’s skin, and a facial tic pulled at her left eyelid.

“Bulls don’t make milk. Can’t milk ‘em.” He shook his head, imparting sage wisdom. “Stands to reason. Got no udders.”

Part of Laim railed against his confinement, wanting to thrash, gore, and trample, but he’d caught the scent of wildflowers wafting from nearby—a familiar smell that calmed and sedated him.

“Imbecile!” Ruby snapped, tearing at the coat with trembling fingers. “I’ll show you. I’ll drill the truth into that pea-brain until you break!”

Shucking off her outer layer, the inky-haired princess revealed a svelte, model-esque figure garbed in wisps of violet lace and transparent tulle. Embroidered orchids embellished a skimpy bustier, filled past capacity with buoyant tit-flesh that contrasted the rest of her slender physique.

Stay-up stockings, garters, and a matching thong snuggled Ruby’s long, limber frame. She belonged on the cover of a lingerie catalogue or strutting the catwalk for Victoria’s Secret. Every mouthwatering inch of her was silky smooth—every graceful line perfectly honed. No blemish or flaw marred her exquisite complexion.

A thousand years of meticulous eugenics couldn’t hope to produce such a divine vision of feminine sexuality, yet there she stood in all her glory, glowering at Liam’s towering tumescence.

Her eyelid still twitching, Ruby slowly bent at the waist until her gorgeous face hovered over his cum-slathered crown. Inhaling deeply, she shuddered. It was a full-body shudder that belied her contempt and sent Liam’s libido into overdrive.

“What’re you waiting for?” He grumbled impatiently. “You know you want it.”

Ruby’s furious gaze snapped back to his face as though she’d momentarily forgotten Liam was there.

“The hell I do! Shut up and don’t move. Once I’m done, you won’t remember your own name, much less those other colluding bitches.”

Shrugging, he watched as she mustered the resolve to stick out her tongue. With a determined grimace, Ruby took a tentative lick of his bubbling baby batter.

“Ooo-oo-ooh~...”

A ragged groan escaped the raven-haired hottie, husky and soulful. She wavered on her feet, eyes rolling upwards until only the whites were visible. Liam recognized the reaction; Dixie and Trixie acted the same after a thorough throat-fucking.

Ruby was high as a goddamn kite after a mere taste of his potent bull spunk. Knees knocking and head drooping, she dropped to her knees, moist lips sliding down his length as she went.

“Hmmmph!”

Liam’s sheer girth **** Ruby’s jaw wide as she choked on his engorged crown. Coughing and moaning, she pushed on, devouring him. Small tremors of pleasure sizzled along his shaft.

There was a visceral thrill in claiming a creature so beautiful, he realized. So pristine and carefully put together. To ruin her forever with his stiff stud dick and shatter the cold facade. He yanked at the chains again, eager to lay his mitts on her, but they stubbornly refused to budge.

“Nuh uh uh… you’re not going anywhere, Mister Big Bad Bull.” Ruby slurred around her beefy mouthful. “Shhhhh… just lie there and surrender to… um, my lips and tongue. Bet it feels really gooood.”

Liam blinked in confusion.

Her voice and cadence were all wrong, like a singer unable to hit the high note or keep the beat. She spoke haltingly, inept at this style of seduction or whatever it was supposed to be.

It felt… nice, yet Liam remained strangely dissatisfied. Lacking the dreamy immersion into blissful quietude.

“Give in. Give in to the pleeeeasuuure.” Ruby sounded shit-faced, obsidian strands clung to her sweaty cheeks as she bobbed on his knob. “Let go… let goooo…”

She even smelled wrong. Dry and a tad sour. Unlike the floral aroma, which gained intensity when the door swung open on silent hinges and bare feet padded towards them.

Liam’s heart sang at the sight of his sweet baby girl creeping up on her older sister. She pressed a finger to grinning lips.

Gabby always looked like an angel. With her sunny smile, golden hair, and youthful exuberance, she was endlessly cheerful and supportive. Tonight, she wore a fishnet body stocking over skimpy black satin undergarments that did little to contain her exceptional curves.

Firm, creamy breasts spilled from a useless bralette and the g-string was strung tight enough to floss of her pink pussy lips. Shooting Liam a lewd wink, the buxom blonde halted behind the inexpert cocksucker to examine her technique.

“Christ, it tastes sooo~ good. Fuck!” Ruby blurted between sloppy slurps. “I mean… giiiiiive in. Forget everything else and be miiiiiine.”

Liam tossed his head, frustrated—horns clanging against the bed frame. He didn’t want some second-rate heifer now that Gabby was here. The slobbering skank wasn’t worthy of his alpha seed.

“Wha–what’s wrong? Why aren’t you… why isn’t it working?” Ruby mumbled, then clutched her temples. “Oh shit… feel dizzy…”

“Something the matter, sis?” Gabby asked, bright and chipper. “Is Daddy not responding to your half-assed efforts? Funny that; it seems you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”

Startled, the raven-haired belle sputtered. “You! You… you… stupid cunt. I–I didn’t… what’s happening?”

Swaying drunkenly, she seized Liam’s pole for support, going cross-eyed when the tip bopped her nose. A goopy taper dangled from Ruby’s chin, drooping into the lush valley of her cleavage.

“What’s happening? Are you that brainless already? Goodness, my Daddy truly is the best.” Gabriella giggled, stalking past her ditzy sister to press a hungry kiss on Liam’s lips. Their tongues danced, and her tangy flavor suffused his soul. “Mmmwah! Thank you for being mine, Daddy. I love you more than anything. Now, let’s show Miss Prissy what a real stud can do.”

Shackles clattered to the floor. Freed by his brilliant baby girl, Liam sat up, grabbed Ruby’s skull, then jammed her gaping maw full of turgid bull meat.

”Gloomff~!”

Feeling better–more secure with his baby girl at his side, Liam used the haughty farmgirl’s beautiful face to jack off. She struggled at first, but his grip was iron. His strength eclipsed hers entirely, and the will to fight vanished when he stuffed her strict gullet with plentiful precum.

“That’s it, Daddy. Put my naughty sister in her place. Make her regret dismissing you. Isn’t she awful?” Gabby purred, climbing his muscular torso like a mountaineer. Her bra-clad tits dragged up his rocky pecks, leaving wet streaks. “Always looking down her nose at us. Treating everyone as if they were beneath her. Well, she’s beneath you now, Daddy. Exactly where she belongs.”

Gabby’s words were honey, dribbled into his ears. Liam knew they were true. Their rightness, confirmed by Ruby’s wet gurgles. He pounded her tight throat, grunting with each neck-distending thrust.

His baby girl was so clever. So enchanting. The very definition of kindness. A guiding star when he lost his way.

Liam didn’t remember much of his past, the Before, yet somehow he knew he’d been lost and lonely for a long time. This was better… infinitely better than whatever had been.

“Look at me, Daddy. Look into my eyes.” Gabby’s arms hugged his neck, a dense column of muscle. Her cerulean blue orbs swan into view. Fathomless pools that could drown Liam. “You love my eyes, don’t you? How they shine for you?”

He nodded, mesmerized. Ignoring Ruby’s gagging moans.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She preened happily, twining her fingers through his shaggy hair. “ “Now, look at my tits. See how soft and full they are? Full of milk and my love for you. Haven’t I promised myself to you, heart and soul?”

She had. From day dot, their first meeting, Gabby had devoted wholly herself to Liam’s wellbeing. His cock lurched in appreciation.

“Hluuurgh~!” Ruby’s esophagus constricted.

Nodding again, he stared dumbly at the white droplets forming like condensation on the black satin covering her immaculate breasts. Rational thought and reasoning dissolved under a deluge of creamy scents mingled with Gabby’s wildflower perfume.

“How about my kisses and caresses? Do they please you, Daddy?” Gabby whispered. She traced long nails along Liam’s prominent deltoid and trapezius while nuzzling his stubbly jaw. “Does this feel nice? Do you like how I worship your masculine physique?”

One of her feet rested on Ruby’s head, not for balance but to press the cock-gobbling whore deeper down Laim’s rigid ramrod. His hips pumped like pistons, plowing that throat-pussy.

Liam groaned an affirmation. His balls throbbed like a toothache, churning with pent-up jizz. Every second of denied gratification drove him mad.

“You want to cum, Daddy, I can tell. But first, you have to do something for me. Something essential.” Gabby sympathised sadly, dragging his gaze back to her dazzling eyes. “I need you to knock up my snobby sister. Make her your breeding bitch. Do that, and I’ll give you a special surprise. Please, Daddy, impregnate her for your baby girl.”

Impregnate?

A tiny part of Liam objected before getting summarily crushed by the primal urge to procreate.

He was a bull! A hard-fucking baby-making **** of nature! A descendant of horned mammoths that once wandered the plains and tundra in vast herds while mankind hid in caves rubbing sticks together.

Heifers like the one stuck on his dick were born to be bred. Her fat udders–refined by millennia of evolution–would produce gallons of thirst-quenching milk to nourish his offspring.

Like the milk his sweet baby girl fed him day and night.

Operating on pure instinct, Liam ripped Gabby's chest support apart with his teeth. Damp satin and elastic parted like tissue paper, liberating her magnificent teets.

“Oh, Daddy!” She cried when he latched onto a puckered nipple. “Yes, nurse from me all you wish. Drink from my tits while you plant a bun in Ruby’s oven!”

Warm lactate flowed into Liam’s mouth like the nectar of the gods, refueling him. Her tits felt full and flush against his cheeks—wonderfully soft spigots of creamy ambrosia.

Swapping back and forth, Liam glutted himself on her milk. Gabby squealed in his grasp. Each swallow brought a burst of vital energy until he vibrated with barely suppressed power.

“BREED!!” His roar shook dust from the rafters. “BREEEED!!”

Thinking was for wimps and losers. Weak males lacking the fortitude to protect the herd deserved to be culled. Strong bulls sired strong calves; simple as that. Everything else was inconsequential. Natural selection didn’t give two shits about smarts.

Yanking Ruby off his huge cock, Liam hoisted her into the air by a fistful of midnight hair. She spluttered and wriggled like a hooked fish, looking none too superior with spunk dribbling from her bruised lips.

“Yes, Daddy!” Gabby hopped with excitement. “Do it! Breed that snooty whore. Breed her for me!”

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