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You grab the guard's breasts and use them as leverage for your thrusts.  You feel her pushing her hips into your thrusts.  She's fucking you back!  You feel a swelling of pride that you are giving her enjoyment, overriding your concern.
You grab the guard's breasts and use them as leverage for your thrusts.  You feel her pushing her hips into your thrusts.  She's fucking you back!  You feel a swelling of pride that you are giving her enjoyment, overriding your concern.


It's taking a lot longer that the other two.  You know it's taking way too long, but you can't seem to stop yourself for some reason.  Finally you feel your orgasm building.  You shoot rope after rope of life-bringing sperm into the guard's unprotected womb.  You feel her pussy pulsing on your cock; milking it for all of your seed.
It's taking a lot longer than the other two.  You know it's taking way too long, but you can't seem to stop yourself for some reason.  Finally you feel your orgasm building.  You shoot rope after rope of life-bringing sperm into the guard's unprotected womb.  You feel her pussy pulsing on your cock; milking it for all of your seed.


As your orgasm eventually subsides, you find yourself laying on top of her, panting heavily.  You feel her actually stroking your hair, her legs wrapped around you, holding you inside her.  Then you hear it . . . slow clapping.
As your orgasm eventually subsides, you find yourself laying on top of her, panting heavily.  You feel her actually stroking your hair, her legs wrapped around you, holding you inside her.  Then you hear it . . . slow clapping.
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"Well done, Taylor," you hear.  Turning you see the tall, statuesque form of Director Shaw, the head of the project.  She stands in her gold business suit, with a skirt that is a bit too short for business.  The color of the outfit compliments her jet black hair and chocolate skin, and brings out the red in her cinnamon colored eyes.  You aren't sure if it's the drug, or her; but you get the sudden overwhelming need to put a baby in her.
"Well done, Taylor," you hear.  Turning you see the tall, statuesque form of Director Shaw, the head of the project.  She stands in her gold business suit, with a skirt that is a bit too short for business.  The color of the outfit compliments her jet black hair and chocolate skin, and brings out the red in her cinnamon colored eyes.  You aren't sure if it's the drug, or her; but you get the sudden overwhelming need to put a baby in her.


It is only then that you notice the massive number of security personnel that surround her, several of them holding your parents in custody.
It is only then that you notice the massive number of security personnel that surround her, several of them holding your parents in custody. There are even a half dozen xar'eth combat slaves.  You shudder at the thought of feeling the electric discharge of their head-tails, while simultaneously wondering if you could put a baby in the hermaphroditic aliens for some reason.  ''These aren't sex slaves,'' you remind yourself, ''they'd fry you for sure!''


"Whatever are we going to do about this?"
"Whatever are we going to do about this?" she chides.


'''What do you do?'''
'''What do you do?'''

Latest revision as of 21:14, 29 February 2016

You just can't resist. You are far too aroused to be thinking clearly. You pounce on the last guard. You pull her panties aside so violently that you actually tear them off. You think you heard a gasp from your mother, but you're too far gone to be sure. With your desire only growing, you plunge yourself into the unconscious guard.

As you're furiously pumping into her, you hear her start to moan. You thrust into her harder and faster. She begins to stir. You know you should be concerned about her waking up, but for some reason it just turns you on more. You reach up and tear off her bra.

"Oh god," say the guard, obviously still a bit dazed. "Fuck me . . . yes. Oh god, fuck me!"

"This is taking too long," you hear your dad say. "Hurry up Taylor!"

You grab the guard's breasts and use them as leverage for your thrusts. You feel her pushing her hips into your thrusts. She's fucking you back! You feel a swelling of pride that you are giving her enjoyment, overriding your concern.

It's taking a lot longer than the other two. You know it's taking way too long, but you can't seem to stop yourself for some reason. Finally you feel your orgasm building. You shoot rope after rope of life-bringing sperm into the guard's unprotected womb. You feel her pussy pulsing on your cock; milking it for all of your seed.

As your orgasm eventually subsides, you find yourself laying on top of her, panting heavily. You feel her actually stroking your hair, her legs wrapped around you, holding you inside her. Then you hear it . . . slow clapping.

"Well done, Taylor," you hear. Turning you see the tall, statuesque form of Director Shaw, the head of the project. She stands in her gold business suit, with a skirt that is a bit too short for business. The color of the outfit compliments her jet black hair and chocolate skin, and brings out the red in her cinnamon colored eyes. You aren't sure if it's the drug, or her; but you get the sudden overwhelming need to put a baby in her.

It is only then that you notice the massive number of security personnel that surround her, several of them holding your parents in custody. There are even a half dozen xar'eth combat slaves. You shudder at the thought of feeling the electric discharge of their head-tails, while simultaneously wondering if you could put a baby in the hermaphroditic aliens for some reason. These aren't sex slaves, you remind yourself, they'd fry you for sure!

"Whatever are we going to do about this?" she chides.

What do you do?

Taylor Newman Equipment:
Health 100% Pink Panties (partially equipped), Kneesocks (equipped), Combat Armor (equipped), Stun Baton, Plasma Pistol, Pretty Pink Dress, Pink Running Shoes.
Fatigue 55%
Arousal 100%
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