- Angela Martin made it to her breeding season – 01
- Angela Martin made it to her breeding season – 02
“Oh, right…” Angela said, “Let me just get my checkbook…” She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around – invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn’t quite bought yet, or –
But Angela didn’t have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there.
“Not that kind of payment, Angela.”
She stopped. “Um, do… do you guys only take cash then?”
This time they all laughed – strong hearty laughs. “Oh no, we’re not going to take money from you, Angela.” Michael said, stepping forward, “I discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we’ll be taking something else tonight…”
Angela felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men, “W-what will you take then?” She asked, backing up slightly. There was nowhere to go. A knowing chill ran up her spine. Michael grinned.
“You.”
The men were on Angela in an instant – their strong hands grabbing her arms, roving up her legs, fondling her breasts. She couldn’t even let out a yelp– her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart. The men pawed her inner thighs, over her taut belly, down her back, up her neck, around her breasts – petting her whole transfixed body through her clothes.
“Oh god! What are they doing!?” Angela panicked. Their hands were so hot, and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breasts so forcefully, so eagerly. Angela tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tight thighs anyway.
“Stop!” Angela cried out, “Get off me!”
Her protest fell on deaf ears. They boys had found their new toy. Michael spoke behind her, his chest pressing against her back.
“I told you Angela, I don’t settle for just any girl. And it seems like you do want this…” She felt his hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt. She jumped as his hot fingers ran across her hot, moist thong.
His chuckle reverberated through Angela’s light frame, “I think you want this more than you’re ready to admit!” He stroked along her wanting slit, and Angela’s knees nearly buckled as she let out an involuntary moan.
“N-no! Get away from me!” Angela began to struggle, to break free from the groping men. But they were too strong for her, and it goaded them on. They lifted Angela’s arms up and peeled off her t-shirt. Her skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Angela stood between them, only her lacy bra and pink thong to protect her. Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away.
Michael’s voice played in her ear. “It’s been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Angela…” A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, “or as ready to get fucked. We’re pretty pent up, you know…” With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Michael cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.
“Mmm, that feels so good…” Angela thought, despite her fear. Her alarmed gasp turned into a moan as those rough fingers toyed with her hardening nipples… “NO!” she back-thought, “What am I thinking!? I won’t let them rape me!!” Her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn’t tell if it was from terror, or excitement.
“You’re not going to fuck me, Michael!” She yelled, her heart jolting at the thought of Michael and the men taking her. She redoubled her struggle, trying to land a kick on the men holding her. They simply pressed closer.
“But of course I am, Angela. We all are…” The foreman replied as more rough fingers slid under her minute throng strings. The fabric clung to her sex before peeling away and dropping to the ground at her kicking feet. The three men fell in turn between her legs. Angela tried to lock her thighs in vain. No doubt they felt how wet she was getting, she knew. Angela felt her thighs loosening to let their pressing touches in despite herself…
The hands left Angela’s body, and her eyes snapped open. She hadn’t noticed closing them. The two movers stood ahead of her looking her over like hungry bears. It was her chance to run. Angela tried to sprint away, but Michael seized her bare waist and pulled her back, kicking. He grabbed her wrists and wrapped her arms uselessly in front of her, like a young couple at a dance. She couldn’t escape.
“No no no, Angela! You’ve got to watch,” he taunted in her ear, holding her tight. Shivers shot down her spine and stopped her futile writhing. The movers’ eyes kept roving over Angela’s naked body as they stripped. Angela stared helplessly as their thick hardened chests were unveiled from under their company shirts and their jeans were thrown aside.
“They’ve been waiting a long time for a girl to breed…” Michael said.
Angela’s heart stopped. “Breed?” “What the fuck does that mean!?”
“Mhmmm,” He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. “It isn’t a big surprise they are good at it, is it?” Angela’s eyes betrayed her and looked – they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Michael tightened his grip as Angela began to struggle again. “Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?”
“No! They’re – they’re disgusting!” But Angela stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Michael.
“Now, Angela. Don’t be saying mean things to my boys. You might hurt their feelings!” The two men chuckled and stroked their flaccid manhoods to life before her.
Angela couldn’t deny that she was impressed – no, more than that, she wanted their cocks. She needed them inside her. She was so unbelievably turned on, even as these men intended to rape her – ‘Breed’ her. And she couldn’t hide that from them either, not with her moistening pussy on display.
“Lemme go right now you – you fucking bastards!” Angela intended to roar, but her words came as a whimper instead.
The men laughed, and Michael pulled her hands further down her front. “I don’t think we’re gonna be doing that anytime soon,” he said, “we’ll be taking good care of you for a while, Angela!” Michael let go and pushed her forward into the two burly men. Angela yelped as they resumed their rough fondling, kneading her tits and running their palms along her pussy, their cocks hardening against either side of her.
“Uhhhhhhmmm,” Squirming, Angela moaned even more. She found that she had closed her eyes again under the pleasurable assault. Their hands pinched and rubbed her naked body, unafraid to squeeze or pet her most intimate places. She could feel their desire in the way their cocks hardened against her, creeping up along her hips like hungry snakes.
Angela kept struggling, but it was a losing battle in her own mind. “Why am I enjoying this??” Angela thought frantically as a terrible excitement grew in her chest and between her thighs. Her body seemed to answer in turn: