You have a few more rounds

You lose track of time, unsure if you've been at the facility for hours, days, or weeks. The blindfold disorients you and all you know is the feeling of a cock in your ass. When the blindfold comes off, you are fed and cleaned up before it's back on and you are bred again and again.

The most memorable round was the last. This man doesn't speak, just like the second man, but you can feel him tapping something on your chest. You have no idea what it means. "What?" you ask softly, "Are you trying to tell me something?"

The tapping stops and, instead, begins to write sentences on your chest, which you easily interpret. The man explains to you that he is mute and that he would like to know if you want anything. You smile and say that you would like the handcuffs off and that you'd prefer to stay on your back. He simply unlocks the cuff and hesitates above you for a moment. Then he leans in the kiss you, distracting you with his tongue while he begins to push inside.

He goes in much easier than the first few men who took you and you relax in his hold. His hands hold on to you tightly and his grip helps you figure out how close he is to releasing deep inside your body. He treats you like the first man, nice and gentle, and you feel a pang of sadness over the fact that you most likely will never have either man inside of you again, unless they turn out to be the father of your child and decide to be involved.

The man's grip tightens enough to leave bruises on your skin as he cums and it's a bit strange for you since you can't hear his moans. He holds you tight as he starts to calm and pulls out, leaving you full of cum and, possibly, a baby.