Lisa's mind regresses, the jogger is now a dumb breeding slut

THE BREEDING PITS – HUMAN CATTLE AND THE ART OF DEGRADATION

The crypt’s atmosphere had thickened into something almost palpable—a miasma of sweat, sex, and the coppery tang of ruined women. The torches lining the walls flickered erratically, their flames casting grotesque, writhing shadows that seemed to lick at the stone like starving tongues.

"C-cock, more... cum... nngh! sex..."

Lisa’s sinful body had become a playground of perversion, her once-toned runner’s physique now reduced to a quivering, dripping mess of instinct and need.

"Well, we may have overdone it... But I guess the test was successful, though her soul is probably broken beyond repair..."

The young woman's mind had eroded under the relentless **** of Stefano and Nero’s hypnotic prowess, her thoughts dissolving into a primal soup of breeding and submission. The pale beauty's erotic contralto sounded like a broken tape,

"Breed... m-masters'cocks... mo-*AH!!*-re cream, please!!"

THE BREEDING SOW – A MIND UNMADE

Nero’s claws traced the curve of Lisa’s spine, the incubus' touch leaving faint, glowing violet trails along her sweat-slicked skin. "Look at her," he murmured, his deep baritone laced with demonic corruption. "She’s perfect."

Lisa whimpered, her toned body arching instinctively, the pale beauty's pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"Y-Yes, master... cum, b-breed...."

Her luscious red lips, swollen and bruised from sucking cock, parted in a silent plea, her tongue lapping at the air like a bitch in heat.

"Huuu..."

Stefano circled her, his golden eyes drinking in her degradation. "She doesn’t even remember her name," he mused, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back. "Just this—just serving."

Lisa’s response was a guttural, animalistic moan, her hips jerking as if trying to impale herself on an invisible cock.

Nero laughed, a dark, resonant sound that vibrated through the chamber. "Let’s see how deep we can push her."

With a snap of his fingers, Lisa’s pupils dilated further, her irises shrinking into pinpricks as the last vestiges of her humanity crumbled.

"Oooooh!!!"

Her mouth slackened, drool dripping freely down her chin as the young woman's thoughts simplified into a single, inescapable loop:

Breed

Obey

Pleasure

THE TRAINING PIT – HUMAN CATTLE IN ACTION

Stefano guided her onto all fours, his claws digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he spread her wide. "This is what you are now," he growled, his deep baritone laced with hypnotic command. "A sow. A hole. Mine."

Lisa nodded frantically, her tongue lolling as she presented herself like a bitch in heat, her toned back arched low, the breeding slut's cunt glistening with arousal.

Nero stepped forward, the doppelganger's monstrous cock slapping against her cheek as he gripped her hair. "Good bitch," he praised, his rough voice dripping with mock affection. "You live to be used."

Lisa whined, her slender body trembling with need, the pale vixen's nipples pebbling as the heat between her toned thighs burned.

"Nnngh!!"

Stefano positioned himself behind her, his fat cock pressing against her dripping entrance. "Let’s see if she can take us both," he grinned, his hips slamming forward in one brutal thrust.

Lisa screamed, her body stretching obscenely around his girth, the breeding sow's fat pussy fluttering as her womb ached for his tainted seed.

Nero grunted, his cock plunging into her throat in the same instant, his length bulging her neck as he fucked her face with reckless abandon.

THE SYMBIOTIC BREEDING – A DEMONIC FEEDBACK LOOP

The connection between Stefano and Nero flared to life, their powers merging in a crackling aura of violet and gold. Lisa’s body convulsed between them, her pleasure amplified tenfold as their essence flooded her, rewriting her nerves to crave their touch eternally.

"Fuck, she’s tight," Stefano growled, his claws sinking deeper into her hips as he pounded her with demonic ferocity.

Nero chuckled, his voice muffled by Lisa’s stuffed throat. "She’s made for this. Look at her—dumb, happy, owned."

Lisa’s eyes rolled back, her mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of being filled, stretched, bred. Her tongue lolled uselessly, her throat massaging Nero’s cock on instinct, her cunt clenching around Stefano’s length like a vice.

THE CLIMAX – A SOW’S PURPOSE FULFILLED

Stefano’s balls tightened, his cock pulsing as his release built. "Gonna flood her womb," he grunted, his hips stuttering.

Nero nodded, his own orgasm cresting. "Fill her gut," he commanded, his voice laced with power.

Lisa screamed around Nero’s cock as Stefano roared, his seed exploding into her in thick, pulsing ropes, her belly rounding visibly as her womb filled beyond capacity.

Nero followed suit, his essence flooding her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop as her stomach distended further.

When they withdrew, Lisa collapsed onto the stone floor, her body twitching, her eyes vacant, her cunt dripping with seed.

Nero licked his lips. "Now that’s a proper breeding sow."

Stefano grinned. "Let’s get her a collar."