“Do it, pussy,” she claps back.
I stop spanking her more out of shock than anything. Looking down at her bright red ass, I know she should be sorry by now. Even if she’s not, she should be feigning it a little.
“What kind of attitude are you giving me right now?” I ask the question incredulously. “Do you want to be sore? Have you missed being punished? What the hell is going on with you?”
“Maybe I know something,” she says, sniffing a little.
I spread my hand out over her cheeks, covering almost the entire surface area of both of them as she wriggles in place over my lap. I can feel the heat coming off her skin and flesh as she resists me.
“What do you know?”
“What do you think I know?”
I spank her again. “Lydia, I am not going to play games with you. You’ve done something highly illegal, and devastatingly dangerous. You’ve very possibly killed someone…”
“No, you have! She was perfectly safe in my bathroom. You’re the reason she’s roaming the streets now.”
“You know better than to say…”
“And you should know better than to think I’m so stupid you two can try to use me as a mutant broodmare!”
I pause.
“That’s right. I know what you planned. I know what you’ve been trying to do. Trying to make me have a baby with your sperm that’s been exposed to the formulas. You wanted to see what would happen. But you want me to feel like I care about Veronica being a fucking cat? When I might have a wolf pup for a baby?”
* * *
Lydia
There’s a pause as I say the thing that’s stayed unsaid for a very long time.
I expect him to be sorry, to apologize, to let me up and beg my forgiveness and tell me how fucked up this has all been and how it’s obviously not my fault.
But that’s not what happens.
He pauses, then picks me up as he stands up. I’m still expecting some kind of apology as he carries me around the couch. Maybe we’re going to my bedroom where he will lay me down and rub my sore bottom better and tell me that he’s been a monster, and beg my forgiveness…
He bends me over the couch.
He kicks my legs apart with his foot and he slides his fingers along my slit. I know I’m wet. My weakness is getting soaked when I get spanked. It’s not a fair response, but it’s what happens.
I hear him make a sound that is closer to animal than man. Then he presses one cheek open and his big, thick cock thrusts roughly into my pussy in one firm thrust.
I let out a cry of surprise and shame as he just starts to fuck me.
“Ow!” I gasp though it doesn’t really hurt. My ass is sore, but my pussy is more than wet enough for him to claim.
“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “I want to breed a baby into your tight little cunt.”
A shiver runs through me, half-fearful, half-delicious. I am scared and I am turned the hell on. One moment he seems like such a serious, strait-laced man when he is in scientist mode, the next he is a domineering animal using me for his own pleasure.
He fucks me very hard, punishingly hard. He drives deep inside me over and over again, his hips slapping against my sore ass as he makes sure I take every inch of his cock.
I whimper and moan and take the fucking he is giving me, because I have absolutely no choice.
He comes inside me, that thick knot inflating inside me to ensure every drop of cum stays deep in my pussy.
“Stay down,” he says, running his fingertips up my thighs, around my hips, and along my back in a long stroking motion that soothes me.
