Two weeks later

He hasn't even told you his name. As he told you, you have spent much of your time here out of your mind, begging him for sex, but you still have no idea who he is.

There has been an uncomfortable squirming sensation inside you, for the past few days, presumably the young parasites inside you growing and moving around, and the amount of time you have spent in a cock-craving haze has only increased.

Right now, though, your head is clear.

You feel the sudden urge to squat down as you feel something slimy enter your birth canal. It slips out smoothly onto the floor, quickly followed by its siblings, and despite having given birth to them, you feel nothing but disgust. You know that evil man is going to gather them up and release them into the surrounding woods, hoping for more women to fall into his clutches. It's what he's done with those birthed by your fellow captives.

You briefly consider trying to kill them, to deny him the chance to use them for his nefarious plans, but a familiar haze begins to fall over your thoughts. The parasite is hungry, needing more semen to create the next generation. You stagger, glassy eyed towards his bedroom, begging for sex.