"You smell like pussy juice."
Ian's face was very near to her ear. Dinah felt the heat of his skin, the tickle of his whiskers. She felt his breath against her own skin, making her nipples grow hard with anticipation.
"I want to you smell like cum. Like MY cum." Ian led her down the hall, away from Sasha's room.
As they approached Dinah's breeding cell, Ian's grip tightened on her arm. He knew that she didn't like having the shots. She didn't like how they made her feel, how they made her want. He knew there was still a big part of her that wanted to fight him, and as he mentally prepared, he inadvertently squeezed her in his grip.
"You're hurting me! Please stop!"
"Just keep walking, little girl. We have much to do, and little time to do it in. I think you will enjoy what I have in store for you!"
Dinah breached the threshold of her cell first and saw the rack and the table aligned with several different syringes. She began to squirm and try to back up, but Ian kept a strong grip on her, pushing her into the room as he grabbed both of her tiny wrists in his strong hand.
"C'mon, Dinah. Don't make this hard, baby. Let's get this part over with and we can have a little fun, okay?" His condescending tone infuriated Dinah. What she wasn't aware of was what Ian was feeling.
Ian prided himself on clinical professionalism. He never allowed his own emotions to cloud the performance of his job. His job was the envy of all men, and he kept a cool head even while his body was boiling over. But this wench had him all twisted around. When he found her in Sasha's room, reeking of girl cum and birth fluids, he became jealous. He was jealous that she had an encounter without him, and fearful that, because Dinah was still an impressionable virgin, somehow she would grow to like girl sex better than sex with him. And that fear drove Ian to be even more aggressive and dominant: he had to prove to Dinah that he should be, in her eyes, a god. A god of sex. A god of love.
"LOVE?! Wait just a minute!" Ian thought as his mind was racing with all these pent up emotions. "I do not love this girl. She is just a receptacle for my seed. She is just an incubator..."
His thoughts ended abruptly as he heard Dinah gasp. He had been stringing her in the rack by her wrists, and evidently had gotten the ropes too tight. Her hands were turning blue and her eyes were wide with fear.
Ian loosened her bindings slightly and apologized. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I didn't mean to bind you so tightly .." He turned away, afraid to look into her eye for fear that she would see how much he had begun to care for her.
Ian turned to the tray beside them. He took a syringe and turned to Dinah.
"I know you don't like this, but it's time for me to stimulate your milk production. We have to have a lot in the milk bank for whenever your baby gets here ..." And with that, he plunged the needle into her left breast and depressed the plunger. Dinah wailed - a sound that always made Ian's cock hard.
He brought the second syringe to her right breast and repeated the action. Dinah tried to struggle away from him, but the bindings held her fast and she quickly wore out from the effort.
"Now for the fertility/sexual stimulant cocktail..." and with that, Dinah felt a sting in her left hip. Immediately, her breasts became taut and her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. A small drop of milk leaked from her left tit. Ian stuck out his tongue and flicked the nipple, tasting it's offering.
"Still sweet," he muttered and Dinah blushed.
Ian eased up behind Dinah, and took her heavy tits in his hands.
"Did Sasha touch you like this, baby?" He kneaded her tits carefully as milk began leaking from them. Dinah shifted herself against his growing erection, the massage of her tits made them heavier and hotter. She felt the stimulant taking hold as her entire body began to buzz with a sexual energy.
Ian felt Dinah relax into his hands as much as she could, considering that she was bound to a rack with her hands over her head.
"That's it, baby. Give in to it. Yeahhhh ... grind that ass into my cock..."
Ian felt his cock growing in proportion. He came around to face Dinah, holding his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. He watched her chin begin to quiver as she watched him. A small trickle of drool escaped her mouth as a low moan rolled from deep in her chest.
"Awwww ... you want THIS, darlin?" he squeezed his cock and pointed at her. "You're gonna have to beg. Tell me what you want, little girl."
Dinah's body was betraying her, for whatever moral stand she had thought she was going to take had now left her completely. All that mattered was the dull throbbing in her pussy that was begging to be quieted by Ian's cock. Every fiber in her being wanted Ian's seed.
