Ian's heart was breaking with every step he took away from the breeding cell. Something deep in his gut told him that this was the wrong decision, but all the negative voices in his head told him that had he stayed, he would've messed up his future here at the clinic.
He wasn't watching when he bumped solidly into Dr. Pritchett.
"So, did you let the little bitch go?"
Ian eyed her sharply. He had never known her to be anything more than empathetic to the breeding partners here, but this time, there was something that brought out the coldness in her.
"You know, Ian. I have wanted you for a long time. I think you're perfect to father my own children, and I think you've made a wise choice to do so. I will see to it that you are handsomely rewarded ..." She ran a manicured nail down his chin, which sent shivers down his spine.
"Would you like to come and fuck me now? Get that little cow off your mind?"
For the first time in his entire life, Ian refused. "No, I'm really not feeling all that well, Ma'am. Sorry. Perhaps you can schedule some time tomorrow for me. I need to go to my apartment and rest."
"FINE!" Dr. Pritchett turned in a huff, her sharp heels making clicking sounds up the sterile tile corridor. Ian watched her hips sway as she stomped off, knowing by her gait that she was pissed and he would probably pay for that the next time they were together. But it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't even care. He didn't care if he were fired. He didn't care if he never saw this God-forsaken place again. He just wanted Dinah and that baby, and he needed time to think of a way he could have everything he wanted.
Back in the breeding cell, Damian watched Dinah sleep. He was planning a delicious introductory session with her, and he was getting so hard just thinking about it. He knew he had to break the bond that she had with Ian, and Damian knew he had to do it in the most permanent way possible.
Dinah stirred on the bed.
"Ian?" Dinah wiped her eyes and turned to the man sitting in the lounge chair next to the bed.
"No. Not Ian. Damian. I'm glad you're finally awake, Dinah. We have some work to do."
"No! I don't want you to ..." but Damian had already gotten the medications ready, and in a flash he was over her, giving her the injection.
"There, there, little girl. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm gonna make sure you forget that ol' Ian ever existed. Wait 'til you get a taste of MY babymaker!"
He grabbed her hand and put it over his cock. It was noticeably larger than Ian's. Damian forced her hand to stroke him, even as she lay there with tears running from her eyes.
"Yeah! You like the feel of that, don't you, little girl? You want to feel this hammering away in your pussy?"
His crude language and rough style made Dinah cringe. She pulled her hand away and covered her huge tits, trying hard not to cry in front of this cruel man.
"You're right. I bet the tit pump will get you going .." and with that, he stepped away, pulling the pump to the bed. He hooked it up, but instead of putting it on a gentle speed, he put it on the highest setting. This pulled poor Dinah's tits into cone shapes, her nipples were pulled out to two inches in length. The milk was being forced from her tits so rapidly that she was thrashing and screaming.
