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Liquorice's Diary - Entry 38
Okay diary, cast your mind back to your first entry. Remember the deer chick? Good, she's instrumental here.
Turns out she made pretty sweet breeding stock, and after ownership got transferred to Master he kept her real cosy and fat with a big belly full of babies (really, did you expect anything different? Banging kids into girls is sort of in his genes). I'm led by my leash on all fours down to the lower levels of the cave complex, and Telroth starts off on a monologue befitting of an evil villain. He tells me how he selected two of her kids early on as breeders, how they've been teased and trained through adolescence, and how they spend most of their day hooked up to dick-milking sleeves to siphon off their Grade-A insemination sludge for sale on the black market.
They've never known the touch of a woman.
We turn in to a section of flat cave illuminated by bright lights on stands, a white backdrop against one wall and a camera on a tripod on the opposite side. He hooks me up to a couple of parallel bars, allowing my belly to hang between a pair of soft, leather straps. I whine, knowing that the preamble suggests I'm going to get to meet the pair.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I'd built a mental picture of what their kids would look like; cute little brown things with antlers-cum-horns, fuffy tails, athletic but intimidating. I should've known that the dragon genes would've won out the great DNA battle. Martiir and Sentai, I'm told they're called as they're led in to the room fresh from the milking stalls, precum still dribbling across the floor as they enter and circle around me like vultures, inspecting a wounded victim. Huge blue monsters, easily ten feet long and built like bodybuilders, grunt and spit sexual vitriol at me when Master lets them know I once dared to bang their mommy. Telroth exits, telling them to have fun with their "toy", a reward for all their hard work.
They're clumsy and inexperienced, Sentai lifting on to his hind legs to wipe his flagging erection against my nose, cheeks and mouth without a moment's hesitation. He pushes his way inside, past my teeth and tongue, and painfully deeply into my gulping, gagging throat. The kid has no concept of oral sex with a real girl, just that the sleeves he's used to filling can take his dick to the root without argument. I pleadingly pat and push at his thighs, but he just takes it as encouragement, and starts to screw my throat, bringing foam to my lips.
Martiir's taking the other end, smearing his wet cock up under my tail, using that raised limb as a signal that it's good to put all his weight just under it. The raging buck forces himself, without pause, through my guts and balls-deep in my butt. I can't even vocalise my discomfort at this point, and I'm close to blacking out.
Their lack of stamina, being teens who had spent their life nutting into a plastic tube, is my saviour. Sentai towers over me on shaking, muscular, feral legs and spills his bucknut into my belly in little over a minute, exclaiming that I'm a "good fuckbitch!". His words, not mine. Martiir follows suit after a couple minutes of frenzied thrusts, making my hindquarters tremble with exertion - luckily he's like his dad, drippy from the start, and lubes me up till he's pushing through squelching flesh and finishes up locked inside of me.
Sentai withdraws with a deep, satisfied sigh, glueing one of my eyes shut and lacing my face with his leftovers, which don't seem to stop coming. Examining his fraternal partner's handiwork, the buck scoots on his back beneath the bars, curls his legs up, and demonstrates to his brother that he'd managed to miss the "correct hole". I'm wet enough from the sexual torture that the brute practically skids inside, bashing my dragon holding compartment with the slanted point of his pecker. He thrusts without pause, clearly built for repeat business. Frustrated, and half way through a sloppy gut-drenching climax, Martiir tugs himself free and roughly, insistently.. Dear god, misguidedly peels me open to join his parter in my pussy.
It's at this point I'm realising that the biscuits I've been addicted to, as well as giving me a lustrous coat, have been altering me in more ways than I'd expected. I accommodate the two of them snugly, and howl out bubbles of spunk in delight as the two together occupy a little more space than daddy does. My newly elasticised cunt keeps the pair happy for what I can only guess to be the next few hours, while I pass out into a restless, floppy heap between the leather straps, twitching and whining like a stuck mutt.
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Here we have a switch of artists, and more of the lovely diary entries as provided by Liquorice herself. If you've not seen these before, go take a look on the old art as they have recently been added!
Okay diary, cast your mind back to your first entry. Remember the deer chick? Good, she's instrumental here.
Turns out she made pretty sweet breeding stock, and after ownership got transferred to Master he kept her real cosy and fat with a big belly full of babies (really, did you expect anything different? Banging kids into girls is sort of in his genes). I'm led by my leash on all fours down to the lower levels of the cave complex, and Telroth starts off on a monologue befitting of an evil villain. He tells me how he selected two of her kids early on as breeders, how they've been teased and trained through adolescence, and how they spend most of their day hooked up to dick-milking sleeves to siphon off their Grade-A insemination sludge for sale on the black market.
They've never known the touch of a woman.
We turn in to a section of flat cave illuminated by bright lights on stands, a white backdrop against one wall and a camera on a tripod on the opposite side. He hooks me up to a couple of parallel bars, allowing my belly to hang between a pair of soft, leather straps. I whine, knowing that the preamble suggests I'm going to get to meet the pair.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I'd built a mental picture of what their kids would look like; cute little brown things with antlers-cum-horns, fuffy tails, athletic but intimidating. I should've known that the dragon genes would've won out the great DNA battle. Martiir and Sentai, I'm told they're called as they're led in to the room fresh from the milking stalls, precum still dribbling across the floor as they enter and circle around me like vultures, inspecting a wounded victim. Huge blue monsters, easily ten feet long and built like bodybuilders, grunt and spit sexual vitriol at me when Master lets them know I once dared to bang their mommy. Telroth exits, telling them to have fun with their "toy", a reward for all their hard work.
They're clumsy and inexperienced, Sentai lifting on to his hind legs to wipe his flagging erection against my nose, cheeks and mouth without a moment's hesitation. He pushes his way inside, past my teeth and tongue, and painfully deeply into my gulping, gagging throat. The kid has no concept of oral sex with a real girl, just that the sleeves he's used to filling can take his dick to the root without argument. I pleadingly pat and push at his thighs, but he just takes it as encouragement, and starts to screw my throat, bringing foam to my lips.
Martiir's taking the other end, smearing his wet cock up under my tail, using that raised limb as a signal that it's good to put all his weight just under it. The raging buck forces himself, without pause, through my guts and balls-deep in my butt. I can't even vocalise my discomfort at this point, and I'm close to blacking out.
Their lack of stamina, being teens who had spent their life nutting into a plastic tube, is my saviour. Sentai towers over me on shaking, muscular, feral legs and spills his bucknut into my belly in little over a minute, exclaiming that I'm a "good fuckbitch!". His words, not mine. Martiir follows suit after a couple minutes of frenzied thrusts, making my hindquarters tremble with exertion - luckily he's like his dad, drippy from the start, and lubes me up till he's pushing through squelching flesh and finishes up locked inside of me.
Sentai withdraws with a deep, satisfied sigh, glueing one of my eyes shut and lacing my face with his leftovers, which don't seem to stop coming. Examining his fraternal partner's handiwork, the buck scoots on his back beneath the bars, curls his legs up, and demonstrates to his brother that he'd managed to miss the "correct hole". I'm wet enough from the sexual torture that the brute practically skids inside, bashing my dragon holding compartment with the slanted point of his pecker. He thrusts without pause, clearly built for repeat business. Frustrated, and half way through a sloppy gut-drenching climax, Martiir tugs himself free and roughly, insistently.. Dear god, misguidedly peels me open to join his parter in my pussy.
It's at this point I'm realising that the biscuits I've been addicted to, as well as giving me a lustrous coat, have been altering me in more ways than I'd expected. I accommodate the two of them snugly, and howl out bubbles of spunk in delight as the two together occupy a little more space than daddy does. My newly elasticised cunt keeps the pair happy for what I can only guess to be the next few hours, while I pass out into a restless, floppy heap between the leather straps, twitching and whining like a stuck mutt.
_________________________
Here we have a switch of artists, and more of the lovely diary entries as provided by Liquorice herself. If you've not seen these before, go take a look on the old art as they have recently been added!
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