Thirty-One
Finally! was Sammi’s thought when Roark at last came back into the room, holding the long black phallus carefully in one hand. A shining bead of some clear fluid dotted the slit at its head and she felt a shiver go through her. Clearly he had been filling the thing up with cum—or the fake stuff that passed for cum here, anyway.
And now he was ready to fuck her with it.
Roark came over to where she was strapped into his machine and attached the thick phallus to the end of the inseminator arm. As he did, Sammi could feel the broad head of it brushing between her open pussy lips and nudging at the entrance to her channel.
“Oh!” she gasped and shifted a little. She turned her head to look at him and he met her eyes, his own half-lidded with lust.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and gruff. “Ready to be fucked, Samantha? Ready to be impregnated?”
His words made her slightly uneasy but then she reminded herself he wasn’t really going to make her pregnant. And he was finally going to let her come.
“I…I’m ready,” she whispered, hearing the quiver of fearful anticipation in her own voice. “But go easy on me, Roark—I’ve never had anything half as big as this thing inside me before.”
“We’ll go slowly at first,” he promised her. “But once we get started and your pussy is used to being filled, you’ll have to be prepared for a deep, thorough fucking. It’s the only way to inseminate you properly.”
Sammi bit her lip.
“All…all right,” she whispered, nodding. “Go ahead—I can take it. I think.”
“You can,” Roark assured her. He held her eyes with his own, looking at her intently. “You’re going to be a good girl for me now, Samantha. You’re going to open your pussy and let the phallus fuck you long and hard and deep so I can shoot my seed deep in your hungry little womb.”
His words sent an erotic rush of desire through her entire body and Sammi felt her nipples get tighter and her pussy get wetter as he spoke.
“Do you understand?” he asked her sternly. “Do you, Samantha?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, nodding. “I…I understand. I’ll open my pussy and let you fuck me as long and as hard as you need to.”
“Very good. Then tilt your hips a little so I can put the head inside you.”
Sammi tilted her hips obediently and moaned softly as she felt the thick head of the black phallus nudge into her open pussy. She could feel warm liquid leaking from its tip, coating the inside of her entrance as it slid slowly into her. Then it stopped, with just the broad head piercing her pussy.
“Very good,” Roark murmured. “Initial penetration achieved with no difficulty. The subject’s entrance is stretched quite wide but there doesn’t seem to be any discomfort—probably because of the Beast Kindred compound present in the precum.” He nodded and came around to face Sammi. “The controls are here,” he told her, pulling another remote out of his pocket. “Once we achieve full penetration and you’re comfortable enough to proceed, the insemination arm will fuck you automatically. It will adjust to what your body needs until you reach orgasm, at which time you will be filled with my seed.”
Sammi wondered why he kept referring to the compound he would be filling her with as “my seed” but she assumed it was just because he had invented the stuff.
“All right,” she whispered, nodding. “When do we…”
“Begin?” Roark finished for her. “Now, Samantha. Get ready to be filled…and fucked.”
As he spoke, he pressed a button on the remote and the thick phallus she had chosen pressed deeper into Sammi’s pussy. God, it was huge! She gasped as she felt her inner walls stretching to accommodate its thickness. But as Roark had promised, there was no pain or injury. Just the deep pleasure of being filled fuller than she ever had in her life before.
“Oh!” she gasped as she felt it bottom out inside her, the broad head kissing the mouth of her womb. “Oh, Roark! In me—in me so deep!”
“I told you, my darling, it has to be deep to fuck you properly.” His voice was almost tender and even in her heightened state of arousal Sammi didn’t miss the endearment he had called her.
“Yes, I know,” she whispered. She wiggled a little—as much as the harness and the spreader rod would let her, trying to get adjusted to the thickness inside her. “I…I think I’m used to it now,” she told Roark. “I think I’m ready to be…to be fucked.”
“Very good, Samantha. Slowly at first,” he murmured and pressed another button.
The thick phallus slid smoothly and slowly almost all the way out of Sammi’s pussy and then thrust back in again. When she didn’t show any signs of discomfort, the phallus stroked in and out of her again—harder this time. And then again and again and again.