Resist the urge and use your hands

Although you desire to have this horrible amphibian seize you by your hips and slide his pale, moist cock into you, there is a core of resistance fighting against the apparent effects of the milk you have been fed. You know that your life is in danger and that this creature, however you might desire it, is controlling you and sees you as barely more than livestock. You focus on this fear and let it grow into revulsion at the smell, the glistening skin, and the disgusting cock that curves from within the body of the wug.

"Satisfy me," the wug croaks with a bit of irritation and tugs at the ropes that dig into your cunt.

Your hands are not completely free of the ropes, but you are able to bring them up and wrap your hands around the wug's flexing fuckmeat. It is cool and covered in a thin slime. You know you have touched it before, but those memories are hazed with pleasure. Now, up close and in the pale light, you see the strange fleshiness of it and the bulbous head. It is soft with an almost bone-like core inside it. You squeeze it and the wug reacts with a soft croak of pleasure.

Holding back the urge to scream or turn away, you begin to massage the wug's slippery cock. It swells in your grasp, darkening from almost white to pink with engorging blood. You move your other hand to the shaft and work both fists slowly up and down. Each stroke of your hands makes a raunchy, wet sound as if you were reaching into one of your father's buckets of fishing bait. You shudder at the memory. The smell is similarly disgusting now that you have escaped the hypnotic effect of the milk. You resist the urge to gag as the cock begins to drip with sour-smelling precum.

"Faster!" urges the wug and you almost cry out as it lowers a webbed hand to your shoulder and squeezes you with surprisingly powerful fingers.

You work his cock faster, your hands squeezing and slipping on his oozing length. The wug begins to croak, deep within its throat, and you can actually see its neck swelling up a little bit like a frog. You try to aim the cock away from yourself, but kneeling in front of it, there is no escaping as the wug's fleshy fucktool throbs and releases an enormous gush of thick, yellowish semen. It hunches against your stroking hands and ejaculates in a massive quantity, spurting across your breasts, onto your throat, and all over your hands and arms. Its cum is barely even warm and it coats your breasts and drips down onto your legs. The strong smell makes you want to vomit, but you hold it in and dutifully stroke out every last spurt of foul cum from the wug.

When it is satisfied it steps back, dragging its flaccid cock from your hands. With a shove it pushes you back into the straw on the floor.

"Clean yourself with bucket," it says. "Tomorrow I breed you good."

You watch the vile creature depart, waiting for its slapping footsteps to depart before you collapse into the straw, cum-soaked, crying at your predicament. When your tears stop coming, you sit up and clean yourself off with a rag and the bucket of stagnant water. The wug's semen is extremely sticky and you have to scrub until your breasts are red with friction to get it all off. At least you manage to get your hands out of the ropes in the process. When you are done, you want to collapse into sleep, but you know what is waiting for you if you fall asleep. You need to escape and you need to do it tonight.

Freed of the ropes, there is nothing else preventing you from escaping the wug's breeding lair. You try to remember the wug village. There were patrols of some sort, but you cannot remember if they were to the north or the south. To the north is that big barn structure where other women are kept. You might be able to sneak out through that building, but the thought is terrifying. The main gate is the other way.