Surrender completely to the overwhelming sensations and let your body respond.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:35 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You stop fighting. The tension drains from your muscles, your fingers uncurling from their desperate grip on the milk-slick floor. Your body goes pliant between the two futas—Tasha's cock buried deep in your bleeding pussy, Kara's shaft filling your mouth until your jaw aches.

The change is instant. Tasha whimpers with relief, her thrusts becoming smoother, deeper, as your relaxed walls stop resisting her penetration. "Oh god, yes, that's better, so much better—" Her knot is swelling now, the thick bulge catching on your stretched entrance with every withdrawal.

Kara's golden eyes narrow with satisfaction. "Finally learning your place. Good girl." She pushes deeper, her cockhead forcing past your gag reflex and into your throat. You choke, convulse, but don't pull away. Saliva pours down your chin, thick strands connecting your lips to her shaft.

Movement around you draws closer. Through your watering eyes, you see the other girls abandoning their previous partners, drawn to the spectacle of your corruption.

Selene lands gracefully beside you, her platinum hair disheveled, her cock still hard and dripping with Hazel's juices. The angel futa strokes herself slowly, her wings folding against her back. "Look at how she's taking them both. Such a natural slut hidden under all that virgin fear."

Velara approaches from the other side, her red fingers glistening with Marina's wetness. "I want to see the exact moment she breaks completely. When that virgin brain accepts that she's nothing but a breeding toy now."

Mira waddles over, her enormous balls still heavy despite two massive orgasms. "Should we... should I wait my turn?" The gentle cowgirl futa sounds almost apologetic, but her cock throbs visibly, a thick strand of precum dripping to the floor.

"Everyone gets a turn," Kara announces around a groan, her shaft pulsing against your tongue. "The virgin manager needs to learn how to service the whole farm."

Bessie remains nearby, her fingers still working her own dripping cunt, but her voice takes on an instructive tone. "Remember to breathe, honey. In through your nose when she pulls back. You're doing so well for your first time."

Tasha's thrusts become erratic, desperate. Her knot catches firmly on your entrance, tugging at your stretched lips with each withdrawal but not quite locking inside yet. "I'm getting close, I'm so close, please can I knot her, Kara please—"

"Not yet," the demon futa commands. "Make her beg for it first."

Around you, the other pregnant girls have formed a loose circle—Hazel, Clover, Marina, Skylar—all touching themselves, fingers working swollen clits and penetrating their own dripping cunts while they watch you get used. The pheromones are suffocating, the air thick with musk and arousal.

"She's starting to drool around that cock," Velara observes clinically. "Look how her hips are tilting back to take the dog dick deeper. Her body's already trained even if her mind isn't."

Kara pulls her cock from your mouth with an obscene wet sound, strands of saliva stretching between your lips and her shaft. "Tell us what you are," she demands, her hand fisting in your hair. "Say it out loud so everyone can hear."