Test the bull

Sarah locked the cage, left Mason inside without a word, and went down to the street with the notebook in her bag. She walked slowly, watching the free women of various classes move past in their revealing clothes. After a few minutes her eyes settled on one particular figure: extremely petite, barely over one-fifty, slim and athletic, small-breasted, with a youthful face that made Sarah pause. For a moment she genuinely could not tell whether the girl was eighteen or closer to thirteen.

She stepped in front of her.

“How old are you?”

The young woman looked up, startled. “Nineteen. Class 2.”

Sarah smiled, With just some few words sarah makes her hers. The girl—now property—lowered her gaze and waited.

Sarah studied the tiny, toned body and already pictured it swollen, heavy, and round. The poor thing was going to get very fat, very soon. She named her Elle without asking and led her back upstairs.

Inside the apartment she opened the notebook again and wrote carefully.

New Rule: All of Mason’s sperm produced within twenty minutes after a direct kick to his testicles are specialized speed-pregnancy sperm. Any woman impregnated by them will reach full term in two hours. All other sperm remain normal.

New Rule: Mason becomes fully erect at the slightest touch to his cock. He can perform indefinitely, never loses hardness against his will, and never runs dry. When ordered to cum he continues ejaculating in large volume until explicitly told to stop.

Sarah closed the book, walked over to the cage, and unlocked it. She reached through the bars and tapped Mason’s cock once with a single fingertip, laughing under her breath. It rose immediately, hard and thick.

Mason’s thoughts were a tight, furious coil. He hated the automatic response more than the pain that was coming. Every involuntary twitch of his body under her rules felt like another theft of control. He watched the tiny new slave and already understood what Sarah intended.

“Elle,” Sarah said cheerfully, “kick him in the balls as hard as you can.”

The petite girl hesitated only a second, then drove her small foot upward with surprising force. Mason folded with a choked sound, vision whiting out for a moment. The specialized window had opened.

Sarah did not wait. She ordered Elle onto the floor on her back, shoved Mason between the girl’s spread legs, and told him to fuck her. Hard.

He had no choice. The rules forced his body forward. He sank into the tight, resisting heat of the nineteen-year-old while she cried out and tried to twist away. Sarah knelt beside them, one hand in Elle’s hair, the other occasionally slapping or pinching, moderating the pace like a director.

“Harder. Deeper. Keep going.”

Elle’s small athletic body jerked under the repeated thrusts. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes. She lost consciousness once, briefly, then again when Sarah ordered Mason to start cumming and not stop.

The volume was obscene. Thick pulses kept flooding into Elle long after a normal man would have been empty. Her lower belly began to round almost immediately under the dual pressure of the speed-pregnancy rule and the sheer quantity. She passed out a third time, limp, while Mason was still locked inside her, still forced to pump more.

Mason’s own discomfort was sharp and layered. The residual ache in his balls, the helpless pleasure the rules wrenched from him, the sight of the tiny body swelling beneath him, and the knowledge that Sarah was watching it all with bright, amused eyes. Every second fed the same cold calculation: she was getting careless with the rules. Somewhere in that carelessness there would eventually be an opening.

Sarah finally gave the order to stop. Mason pulled out, a heavy rope of cum still connecting him to the unconscious, already visibly pregnant Elle. Sarah looked down at the two of them—one broken and filling, one still hard and emptied only by command—and smiled, already thinking about how much the zoo would pay for the first accelerated offspring.