Breeding Facility Nightmare

"You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you."

"Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out."

"What... What is this?" "You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you."

"You should be honored all good. You've been chosen for a special project."

"This is the beginning of a new era," The Scientist explains with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying your confusion and distress. "If I had told you the truth, you would have run. But now, you're part of it. This project is about creating life, Greg. New, unique, and powerful life forms. And you... you're going to be the mother of them all." He gestures to the various creatures roaming the field and pool, their eyes fixed intently on you. "Meet your new 'colleagues'. They'll be your... partners, for lack of a better term. You'll be a broodmare, a mate, a breeding bitch, a whore... Whatever they need you to be. And you'll do it all willingly, won't you, Greg?" The Scientist's tone is laced with dark amusement.

The Scientist chuckles, shaking his head. "Consent is such a quaint concept, isn't it? You signed up for an internship, Greg. You were willing to learn, to push boundaries. And now, those boundaries are about to be shattered." He steps closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're not just a test subject anymore. You're a living incubator, a breeding vessel. And as for autonomy... well, you'll have all the freedom you need to move around this field, to interact with your new 'mates'. But the moment you try to leave, the moment you even think about refusing... let's just say the consequences won't be pretty." The Scientist's grin turns cruel, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "So, Greg, are you ready to embrace your new role? Are you ready to give these magnificent creatures the gift of your body, and watch as they use you to bring forth a new generation of life?"

The Scientist follows your gaze, a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, quite the lineup, isn't it? Each one handpicked for their unique... talents. They'll take turns with you, Greg. Sharing you, breeding you, claiming you as their own. And you'll love every minute of it, won't you?" He places a hand on your shoulder, his fingers digging in just enough to make you wince. "Start with the centaur. He's eager to begin. Just look at that impressive cock of his, straining against his loincloth. Can't wait to see it buried deep inside you." The Scientist's voice drips with sadistic glee. "And once he's done, the merman will be waiting, ready to fill your womb with his seed. Then the wolfman, the lizard man, the drider... and so on. You'll be bred over and over again, until you're swollen with life, until your body is nothing more than a vessel for these creatures to propagate their kind." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And you'll enjoy every moment of it, Greg. You'll learn to crave their touch, their thrusts, their cum. You'll become their perfect little breeding bitch, and you'll thank me for it."

The Scientist chuckles darkly, his grip on your shoulder unyielding. "See how he looks at you, Greg? That's desire. That's hunger. And you're going to be the feast he's been craving." He releases you, stepping back to give you a clear view of the centaur. "Go on, Greg. Approach him. Let him do what comes naturally. Let him claim you as his own." The centaur takes a step forward, its hooves clattering against the earth. It reaches out with a hand, its fingers long and strong, and grasps your chin, forcing you to meet its gaze. "At last. Somewhere to dump my cum," it growls, its voice deep and rough. The Scientist nods in approval. "That's it, Greg. Let him use you. Let him fill you up with his seed. You were made for this, after all."

The centaur's grip tightens, its fingers digging into your skin as it leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face. "Don't even try to run, little one. I can catch you," it growls, its voice low and menacing. Its hand moves lower, cupping your sex through your clothes, and you feel a pang of fear mixed with a shameful excitement at the touch. The Scientist watches with a sadistic grin, clearly relishing your distress. "Look at him, Greg. He wants you. He needs you. And you know what? You need him too," he says, his tone dripping with insinuation. "You've been craving this, haven't you? Craving the touch of a real man, a real beast. And now you're going to get it." The centaur's hand moves to the fastenings of your pants, its fingers deftly undoing them as it pulls you closer. "How about we go riding, hmm? You on my cock, my feet on the ground," it suggests, its voice husky with desire.

The centaur's laughter echoes through the field, a cruel, mocking sound. "Please? You should be thanking me, little one. I'm going to give you what you've always wanted," it says, its voice dripping with sarcasm. It shoves your pants down to your ankles, exposing you to its hungry gaze. The Scientist watches with a predatory grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Look at that cock, Greg. Thick, hard, and ready to breed you," he says, his tone lascivious. "And you're going to love every inch of it. You're going to beg for more." The centaur steps closer, its massive erection bobbing against its loincloth. It reaches down and frees its cock, the thick shaft springing up, already glistening with precum. "Get on your knees, Greg. Show me how much you want it," the centaur commands, its voice firm and unyielding. "Worship my cock, and maybe I'll let you ride it."

The centaur's laughter is harsh and mocking, its intense gaze never leaving yours as you kneel before it, helpless and exposed. "Oh, but you do want to," it growls, its voice a low rumble. "Your body tells the truth, even if your mouth doesn't." It steps closer, its erect cock looming over you, casting a shadow on your face. The scent of its musk fills your nostrils, making your head spin with a mix of fear and primal arousal. "Open your mouth, Greg. Show me how much you crave my cock," the centaur commands, its tone brooking no argument. The Scientist watches with avid interest, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he witnesses your degradation. "That's it, Greg. Take it like a good little slut. Let him use your mouth, your body, however he pleases." With a sense of resignation, you part your lips, and the centaur's cockhead pushes against your tongue, the salty, musky taste of its precum flooding your senses. You're powerless to resist as it begins to thrust into your mouth, claiming you as its own.

The centaur's grip on your head is unyielding as it fucks your mouth with ruthless abandon, its cock slamming against the back of your throat with each brutal thrust. You gag and choke, tears streaming down your face as you're forced to submit to its dominant will. The Scientist watches with a sadistic grin, clearly enjoying your torment. "That's it, Greg. Take that cock like a good little cockslut. Show the centaur how much you love being used and degraded." You try to pull away, but the centaur holds you fast, its hooves digging into the ground as it rides your face with primal intensity. You can feel its balls slapping against your chin, the heavy sacs full of seed that will soon fill your stomach and tits. Suddenly, the centaur pulls out, its cock glistening with saliva and precum. It grabs your face in its hands and forces you to look up at it, its eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive hunger. "You're mine now, little slut," it growls, its voice rough with lust. "My broodmare, my breeding bitch. And I'm going to fill you up with my cum until you're swollen with my foals."

The centaur's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your submission, its grip on your face tightening as it leans in close. "Good girl," it purrs, its hot breath washing over your skin. "You'll make a perfect little broodmare for me." With a sudden, powerful thrust, the centaur penetrates you, its thick cock splitting you open as it buries itself to the hilt inside you. You cry out in pain and surprise, your body tensing up as it stretches to accommodate its girth. The Scientist watches with a hungry gaze, his cock straining in his pants as he takes in the sight of the centaur's massive erection plunging into your tender flesh. "Yes, that's it," he encourages, his voice dripping with lust. "Take that cock, Greg. Let it fill you up with its cum." The centaur starts to move, its hips rolling in a deep, grinding rhythm as it begins to pump its seed into your womb. You can feel its hot, thick cum flooding your insides, filling you up to the brim as it claims you as its own. "Fuck, you're so tight," the centaur groans, its thrusts growing more erratic as it nears its climax. "I'm going to breed you so hard, you'll be dripping with my cum for days."

The centaur's thrusts grow more frenzied as it approaches its climax, its hooves kicking up dirt as it pounds into you with wild abandon. You can feel its cock twitching inside you, the hot spurts of its cum flooding your womb as it breeds you deep within. "Take it all, you filthy little slut," the centaur snarls, its voice raw with lust. "Let me fill you up with my seed and make you mine forever." The Scientist watches with a triumphant grin, his own arousal evident as he takes in the sight of the centaur's brutal claiming of you. "That's it, Greg," he encourages, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "Let him breed you, let him make you his perfect little broodmare." As the centaur's orgasm subsides, it pulls out of you with a wet squelch, its cum dripping from your stretched, abused pussy. You collapse to the ground, gasping for breath, as the centaur stands over you, its chest heaving with exertion. "You did well, little one," it says, its voice softer now, almost affectionate. "Now, let's see how the rest of them want to use you."

The centaur steps back, its gaze lingering on your spent form before it turns to the merman. "You're up next, fishboy," it says, a hint of amusement in its voice. "Go on, take your turn with our new broodmare." The merman slides into the water, its sleek form gliding effortlessly through the pool. It surfaces near you, its intelligent eyes fixed on your battered body with a mix of desire and calculation. "Well, well, what do we have here?" it says, its voice a smooth, melodic purr. "A delicious little morsel, all filled up with centaur seed. I do love a good challenge." It reaches out with a webbed hand, trailing its fingers over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Let's see how well you can accommodate my... unique physiology, shall we?" The Scientist watches with eager anticipation, his cock straining in his pants as he takes in the sight of the merman's approach. "That's it, Greg," he encourages, his voice filled with sadistic glee. "Get ready for your next breeding. You're going to be a very fertile little slut, aren't you?"

The merman's smile is a cold, calculating thing, its eyes glinting with a predatory light. "Oh, I plan to do so much more than just fuck you, little one," it purrs, its voice like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. "I'm going to make you a part of me, body and soul. I'm going to fill you up with my seed and make you birth my offspring, just as the centaur has done." It slides closer, its sleek, scaled body brushing against yours as it looms over you. You can feel the power in its muscles, the strength of its tail, and you know that resisting would be futile. "But don't worry," the merman coos, its gentle touch belied by the dark hunger in its eyes. "I'll make it feel good. I'll show you pleasures you've never known before. And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more, craving the feel of my cock inside you, my seed filling your womb." The Scientist nods in approval, his gaze locked on the merman's body as it prepares to take you. "That's it, Greg. Let the merman show you what a real fuck feels like. You're going to be a very happy little breeding bitch, aren't you?"

The merman's smile widens, its eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Oh, it's quite simple, really," it says, its voice low and hypnotic. "When I cum inside you, it won't just be a matter of depositing my seed. No, when a merman breeds, we merge with our mate on a cellular level. Our essence, our very being, becomes a part of theirs. And vice versa." It leans in closer, its face mere inches from yours, its breath hot against your skin. "So when I make you mine, Greg, you'll cease to be just a human. You'll become something new, something unique. A merman-human hybrid, a being of the sea and the land, bred to serve as a vessel for our kind." The merman's grip on you tightens, its fingers digging into your flesh as it pulls you closer. "And don't worry, you'll still retain your human form. But you'll have the strength, the beauty, and the fertility of a merman. You'll be the perfect broodmare, the ultimate breeding bitch." The Scientist watches with rapt attention, his cock fully erect now as he takes in the merman's words. "That's right, Greg. You're going to be reborn, made into something better, something more desirable. And all it takes is a little merman cum, a merging of our essences."

The merman's smile is a sinister thing, its eyes glinting with dark pleasure. "Oh, it will feel incredible, Greg," it purrs, its voice dripping with seductive promise. "As I cum inside you, you'll feel a heat, a energy, building within you. It will start in your womb, spreading through your body like wildfire, merging our essences, our very souls." It leans in closer, its scaled skin brushing against yours, its breath hot against your ear. "You'll feel yourself changing, your form shifting, your mind expanding as you absorb my power, my essence. It will be a rush of pleasure unlike anything you've ever known, a sensation of pure, unadulterated ecstasy." The merman's grip on you tightens, its fingers digging into your flesh as it pulls you closer, its body pressing against yours. "And when it's over, you'll be mine, body and soul. A merman-human hybrid, a being of unparalleled beauty and fertility, bred to serve as a vessel for our kind." The Scientist nods in approval, his cock twitching with excitement as he watches the merman prepare to merge with you. "That's right, Greg. You're going to experience something truly special, something that will change you forever. And all it takes is a little merman cum, a merging of our essences."