The Return of the Playboy

Mr. Davis pulled out of Grace, fulfilling the demand to plant his virile sperm deep inside her. Consumed by horror at the unspeakable, incestuous taboo enabled by the Breeding Pass, Mr. Davis immediately fled the restroom. In his panicked departure, the laminated card--the symbol and instrument of absolute ****--fell from his hand onto the floor.

Grace lay on the cold tiles, her body physically broken, but her mind was fiercely focused on a ****, new imperative. Her logic, influenced by the realization that all pregnancies must be brought to term, drove a singular purpose: she must immediately seek out other breeders to neutralize the creampie that her father had left inside of her, and dilute his seed. Grace scrambled quickly and snatched the Breeding Pass from the floor.

Just moments later, Trip--the man with the playboy good looks and golden blond hair--returned. He had originally given Grace a Breeding Pass, demanding her baby in the storeroom, but she hadn't fulfilled her duty before he had been chased off by her angry father. He stepped inside, unsure what to expect. He was surprised to find her redressed, but distraught.

"Why are you still here?" Trip demanded, expecting her to explain why she hadn't obeyed his previous instruction.

Grace, driven by her shame and her intense, urgent reproductive imperative, replied: "My father intervened. He... he used a Breeding Pass on me..."

Trip was visibly confused. The Breeding Pass was designed to render the receiver unable to refuse, and yet Grace’s submission had been hijacked by another card. He attempted to step closer, intending to reassert his original demand.

Grace seized the opportunity first. She thrust the Breeding Pass, which her father had dropped onto the floor, into Trip's hand. Trip, now the recipient, instantly felt the compelling power of the Breeding Pass. Grace fixed him with a demanding gaze. "Fill me up with your seed!"

Trip complied instantly, stripping quickly and embracing the chance to breed the woman he had originally targeted. He penetrated her with a sudden, rough ****, driven by the card’s mandate and his own established desire. Trip, now the **** breeder, focused solely on the implantation clause. He ignored Grace's gasps and quickly emptied his load deep inside her.

Trip pulled out and stumbled away, his mind reeling from the sudden, **** reversal of power. Grace, however, did not collapse in tears. She stood against the cool wall, feeling the warm evidence of the second creampie trickle down her inner thigh. She had successfully taken the critical next step in enacting her necessary plan to dilute her father's seed. The terrifying knowledge that the Breeding Pass demanded that all pregnancies must be brought to term now simply served as confirmation that she had to keep moving.