Long enough

You come to in pain. Thump. Your head hurts. Thump. Again? Thump. Ouch! Something keeps bumping your head! You open your eyes.

You’re in the backseat of the car. Mr. Smith is on top of you, thrusting happily into your unmoving body. Each pump of his hips slams your head into the hard plastic of the door, dazing you.

He’s fucking you hard, without care for your comfort or pleasure. It hurts. Everything hurts, so badly that you can’t find the will to move a muscle. You lay still, letting him **** you like a doll, praying that you’ll even survive the night.

It takes forever. Even the intense pleasure of the Breeder pill becomes painful, a terrible ache that vibrates your bones. Just when you think it might never end, Mr. Smith buries his cock in you one last time, his glans pressed hard against your cervix, and empties himself directly into your womb.

You cum so hard it doesn’t even feel good. It feels like you’re breaking in half, like you’re dying. You pass out again.

When you come to, you’re lying naked on the street in front of your house, your clothes in tatters around you, thoroughly bred, with the evidence running down your leg. You don’t see your bag or your wallet.

You start to cry, bawling your eyes out in the middle of the road. Your life is ruined, and you didn’t even have fun ruining it.