Dudley's breeding bitch

"Your breeding bitch," Harry says.

"What? I can't hear you!" Dudley snaps.

"I'm your breeding bitch, sir!" Harry screams. "Your little breeding bitch witch!"

At that, Dudley erupts inside Harry, his seemingly inexhaustible balls pumping rope after rope of hot semen into Harry's pussy. Harry's body erupts into orgasm, the hot sting of humiliation blending with the pleasure as it fills her, shaking her like a dog shaking a rat. Her arms and legs spasm, and she almost collapses to the ground.

With his ejaculation finished, Dudley pulls his penis out of Harry's battered pussy in a rush, and then before Harry has a moment to even think Dudley slips his hand between Harry's legs, pushing something cold and smooth into Harry's inflamed cunt.

"Turn around," Dudley says. Harry obediently pivots, and sees Dudley holding up a packet containing what looks like a condom, but one too big for even Dudley's monster cock.

"See that?" Dudley says. "That's a diaphragm, and there's another one just like it in your whore-cunt right now. And it'll stay there for the next day, holding all my seed inside you so it can go about getting your bitch-pussy knocked up. Because you're right, cousin. You're my little breeding bitch witch, and the sooner you start fulfilling your role in the world the better. Now get on your feet and get your dress and underwear back in place. That redhead slut of yours is going to be here any moment now, and I don't want you tipping her off."

Obediently, Harry gets to her feet and pulls her lingerie back up to cover her abused pussy. A moment later, the doorbell rings.

"Come on, slut," Dudley says.

Harry follows Dudley down the stairs, and her cousin throws open the door.