Your limbs feel heavier, and you're becoming groggy. Thinking the water supply may have been tampered with, you grab what medical supplies you can and do your best to rush back to your small haven.
Your legs are the first to give way to the sedative surging through your system. You try to drag yourself along the ground with your arms, but soon they too fall limp. You lie there, paralysed but conscious as a group of looters happen to stroll by.
"What have we got here?" asks a woman - yes! You feel like some modicum of safety has -
"She's alive," reports a male companion. "We can't let the Colonel's people have her. They've got too many breeders as it is."
"Agreed," she says, and your hopes are given their reality check back. You feel a hand examine your ravaged cunt. "You should breed her here. Get the cum of whoever the hell had her last out of there." She leans to whisper into your ear while her companion begins penetrating you again: "I hope you did something more permanent when you had the chance. At least with us, a barren bitch is as good as one of the guys."
Well, thank heaven for small mercies. Does she actually think she's rescuing you? You're too on the verge of unconsciousness and involuntary orgasm to ask.
You fight the sedatives just long enough to feel your latest ****'s cum rush into your womb. At least you took those pills beforehand, right?
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