Scream for ARIA to intervene and stop this

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 11:29 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"ARIA!" I shriek, the sound raw and desperate as Kara grinds another agonizing inch deeper into my bleeding pussy. "ARIA, please—stop them! Make them stop!"

The holographic blue avatar materializes a few feet away, her geometric face utterly impassive as she observes the scene. Kara doesn't even pause her brutal penetration—in fact, she seems encouraged by my screaming, her claws digging crescents into my hips as she pulls me back onto her cock.

"Intervention is not authorized," ARIA states flatly, her synthesized voice devoid of sympathy. "You created this situation through gross negligence. Farm protocol dictates that futa satisfaction levels below twenty percent trigger autonomous breeding behavior. This is a natural consequence."

"Please!" I sob, my voice breaking as Kara bottoms out inside me with a sickening thrust that makes my whole body convulse. The fullness is unbearable—she's stretching me so wide I feel like I'm splitting in half. "It hurts—please help me—"

"Pain management, however," ARIA continues, tilting her geometric head slightly, "falls within acceptable parameters for livestock welfare."

A compartment in the nearby fence post hisses open, revealing a small injector pen.

"That contains a mild analgesic and muscle relaxant," ARIA explains clinically. "It will reduce acute pain by approximately forty percent and prevent involuntary muscle tension that could cause additional tearing. Side effects include mild euphoria and increased sensitivity to touch."

Mira's expression floods with relief. "Thank god," she whispers, releasing my right arm and scrambling toward the injector. "Lily, this will help—"

"Don't you fucking dare stop," Kara snarls at Selene, who's still restraining my left wrist. The demon futa pulls almost completely out—I can feel every ridge of her cock dragging against my torn walls—before slamming back in with brutal force. "She takes what we give her. The drug just means she'll last longer."

Mira returns with the injector, kneeling beside my face. Her massive breasts hang heavy, milk beading at her dark nipples from the arousal and exertion. "This goes in your thigh," she says softly, positioning the device against my pale skin. "It'll hurt for just a second, then—"

The injector hisses, and cool liquid floods into my muscle. For three agonizing seconds nothing changes—Kara continues her savage rhythm, each thrust sending lightning bolts of pain through my core. Then warmth spreads from the injection site, flowing through my bloodstream like honey.

The tearing, burning agony in my pussy doesn't disappear, but it... softens. Becomes distant. And beneath it, something else emerges—a tingling sensitivity that makes every nerve ending spark.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, because suddenly I can feel everything in terrifying detail. The thick veins along Kara's shaft. The way my torn walls clench involuntarily around her. The heat of her precum mixing with my blood.

"There it is," Kara growls triumphantly, feeling my body go slack. "Now you're ready to really take it."

She pulls my hips back sharply, burying herself to the hilt, and I hear myself make a sound I've never made before—half scream, half moan, utterly beyond my control.

Daily To do list :

Morning (11:25 AM):

• Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - COMPLETE

• Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor - COMPLETE (Bessie 1.4L/$70, Amber 1.1L/$55, Celeste 1.3L/$65, Daisy 1.6L/$80, Seraphina 1.2L/$60, Kitsune 1.3L/$65)

• Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone - FAILED (Critical threshold reached, aggressive breeding protocol activated)

Midday:

• [BEING FORCIBLY BRED BY FOUR FUTAS - VIRGINITY ABOUT TO BE TAKEN]

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $395

Profit: 395