Complete your domination

Anne needs to learn the depth of your control over her. Nothing would drive that point home more than using her as a vessel for your seed, turning her into a container for your child. You look her in the eye. She doesn't look as angry or resentful as before; she seems to have accepted her fate, maybe she even enjoys it. It doesn't matter to you, you just want to get the message across. "I'm gonna use you as a cum dump, bitch" you say. She doesn't react, just staring back. The pleasure of Anne's tight, wet cunt on your dick is starting to peak. You go as hard and fast as you can, grabbing a handful of ass with one arm and pulling her ponytail with the other. You feel the distinctive tingling at the head of your cock as you prepare to blow. Clenching your teeth to keep from calling out, you bottom out in the raider's pussy and release your load. You pant with each shot of semen into her captive womb, fertile loads racing to form a child in her belly.

You sit back as you slide your sensitive cock out of her hole, dribbling a small stream of your mixed juices out with it. Anne still retains her blank expression, but mutters into her gag with urgency. Despite your better judgement, you take her gag out. Surprisingly, she does not scream or call for help, but talks in a low voice. "Well, that happened. I didn't think you had the balls to do something like that." Her voice has a strange, contemplative intonation. She reaches down with her tied hands and feels the liquid dripping out of her. "Huh. You know, I used to let the boys do stuff like this all the time, to the targets, you know? It never bothered me before. Now it's my turn. Guess that's fair, right?" Her gaze is locked down at her sore pussy. "Do you think you put a kid in me?" she says without looking up. Dunno, you reply. "I guess it's up to chance now." She looks away wistfully. "That was one thing, you know, about being a bandit. There aren't a lot of ways out. I couldn't go and just settle down like it was nothin', and I couldn't get knocked up AND be a killer at the same time." She looks away again, then looks back.

"You're a take-charge kind of guy. I like that; I'm so tired of bossing people around. If you put an ankle-biter in me, I'll keep it." You feel a sense of comfort at this assurance that you didn't know you wanted. She looks up at you in a way you've never seen yet. She looks confused and lost. A weak smile has grown on her, but you have no idea if it's **** or natural. Still, it would be good to end things on a positive note. You lean over and kiss her on the lips, and she kisses back weakly. You break the kiss after a short while and put your clothes back on. Time for bed.