Flashback: Last time he bred a slut

The last time I bred a slut was not long ago, I remember it well. She was very young, a new breeder, a virgin. She was already waiting for me in the breeding cell when I arrived. Not bound, that was a privilege only afforded to humans. I would have to subdue her myself. Not that I minded that.

Studs like me have a dual role to play: Our primary function is of course to breed these sluts, to fill their pussies with cum. However, we are used to keep them in line. To make them afraid of the power that humans hold over them, without actually punishing them too much. What this means is that we are not only supposed to fuck them, but to fuck them hard, and rough, and painful.

Towards that dual end of breeding and keeping them in line, I was gifted with two things (besides my generally strong and intimidating body): A fat knot to trap my cum in my victim, and a strong love for acting dominantly and inflicting pain.

The naked tiger-girl waiting for me was evidently prime breeding stock: Big, innocent brown eyes above a cute little nose and plump, kissable red lips. She had big, pillowy breasts, almost unnaturally perky for their size and a slim waist paired with fertile, flared hips. A round, pert ass hid underneath her fluffy red and black striped tail. I would enjoy pulling on it as I fucked her, just as I would enjoy torturing the cute tiger ears atop her head.

Right now, she was shivering like fallen leaves in autumn. It wasn’t exactly comfortably warm in here, but it wasn’t cold enough for her to shiver like this either. Her tail was all puffed up and between her legs, her ears flicked back at attention. She had her arms wrapped around herself, in a vain attempt to gain some security. As if those feeble limbs could protect her from me. Her fear was palpable.

“He- hello, I am..” she tried to say in an unsteady voice, almost a whisper.

“Kneel,” I interrupted her, my voice allowing no disobedience. Her eyes went wide and she dropped immediately.

“Good girl” I purred low, and dangerous, cupping the naked girls chin with my so much bigger hand. She was about two-thirds my height and one third my weight. A doll, a plaything. To be used and abused, broken and destroyed.

Only that I wasn’t allowed to *really* destroy her.

I groaned in frustration.

Well then. Breaking her mind and figuratively breaking her holes would have to suffice.

“Blow me. It will be the only lubrication you’ll get, so you better be thorough.” I told her.

She looked up at me, obviously afraid. “But I never…” she tried, but I interrupted her by shoving my cock in her mouth. Best way to shut up a whore.

Of course, she choked immediately, coughed and tried to back away. I held her down for a moment, before letting her up. I didn’t want her to pass out just yet. Tormenting her would be much more delicious.

She was bent over on her knees before me, coughing slime. I grabbed her head with both hands and brought her back up to dick-height.

“If you don’t fight it, it will be easier,” I told her. Not that I had any idea if it would be actually easier for her, but it was certainly easier for me to fuck a throat that didn’t resist.

She nodded with teary eyes, and opened her sweet mouth again, her plump lips glistening with saliva. It took her a few tries to get my cock back into her mouth, her lips straining around my dick, but eventually, she succeeded. The combination of her cute little mouth and my big fat cock meant that she could take barely more than my cockhead without **** and gagging, untrained as she was.

Finally, I lost my patience. Every so slowly, I pushed down her throat, enjoying the sensation as her gurgling turned to chokes and gags. Her throat was tight and warm, her muscles convulsing around my cock and massaging it involuntarily as they tried to **** the intruder out. Her youth and advanced genetics allowed her throat to stretch deliciously to accommodate my thick meat. When I finally bottomed out, my balls hitting her chin and her nose pressed against my abdomen, a sexy bulge was clearly visible. I pulled my cock back, just enough to let her get a single breath of fresh air, infused with my musk. Then I thrust forward again, fucking her tight, warm facehole for real. It was heaven.

Well, heaven for me, at least. For her, it was hell. I held her head in place with both hands as I fucked her throat, only allowing her one measly breath every once in a while, constantly keeping her close to passing out. She tried her best to bite me, but her jaws were simply stretched too wide by my shaft and her **** and gagging only made the sensation better for me. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she had a single question in her eyes: “why?”

I bottomed out one last time, deep inside her throat before I withdrew completely. Without the ‘support’ of my hands on her head and my cock in her mouth, she collapsed immediately, coughing and spitting as she desperately inhaled fresh air. Her cheeks were flushed, tears running down her face, her hair was dishevelled from my rough use of her throat. But I knew she could take it, she was born to take it.

And I wasn’t remotely done with her yet.