Art by the very based @RanchSaucy

000 Soix-Neuf Association Class 3 Breeder Ryoshu - Uptie Story

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PSSHHHHHHHHH!
The sound of a stream of piss, coming out of an orifice on an athletic cup made of pink metal, deeply suctioned in on the child's life-giving crotch.
PIT-PAT-PIT-PAT-PIT...
The pitter-patter of urine hitting the face of a backstreets rat, who stuck his tongue out on the verge of climax as he lay prone on the floor.

Rat: Yes, YES! Give me your piss, m-mo-

Ryoshu: Enough. B.A.L.L.O.U.T. already.

'Blow a light load over urinated toes', commanded the child, as she stepped on the rat's dick even harder.
Her toes were covered in her piss, as was the bruised rat's body, but the rat didn't care, as Soix-Neuf's Class 3 Breeder Ryoshu was gracing him with a footjob from her swollen toes, and a taste of her pregnant piss.
The child stepped even harder, grinding her sole on the rat's balls.

Ryoshu: I said B.A.L.L.O.U.T. Or do you want me to crush your pathetic balls like grapes?

Rat: I- ah, I'm... gahh!

SPLURT!
And with that, the child's foot was painted in white with the Rat's filthy cum. She looked down, saw her belly, remembered she was pregnant, and lifted her leg up so she could see past her belly.
She stared at it with disgust. Her foot, the birthing tally on her belly. The rat's idiotic face of post-orgasmic bliss. All of it.
The rat didn't care, gasping softly as he enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss.

Ryoshu: Disgusting. Thank you for your contribution to Soix-Neuf.
Ryoshu: B.O.S.S, scoop this filth off my feet.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Preparing external Semen Extracting pipette.]

The Box of Shitty Sadism extended a pipette which with it sucked off the grime and residue fluids from between Ryoshu's toes, as if it were a perverse pedicure.
The machine has all sorts of such mechanisms, ensuring that no body fluid ever goes to waste.
It clings to the child's body with tight leather straps as it perpetually violates her, pumping and hissing at her cunt as it milks her, but a seasoned veteran like her has grown accustomed to it.

Pandora: [Semen extraction complete. Finalizing orgone collection. Administering reward.]

With that, the dildo lodged in Ryoshu's cunt flared to life, pistoning up and down.
The child smiled ever so slightly, then took out a cigarette. As she approached climax, she took a deep puff.

Ryoshu: Nff...

And exhaled as she came down.
The child didn't like to make a big deal out of her climaxes. She simply enjoyed the rush as it came and went.
BEEP!

Pandora: [Climax Charge Expended. Excess Oxytocin at 116%. Target reached, converting into orgone. Lowering stim intensity. Finalizing external orgone extraction.]

At the machine's command, the tiny needles and hooks that connected the Pandora with the backstreets rats dislodged themselves and returned to the machine, prickling the rat in the process.

Rat: Ow! Ah... I'm bleeding..

The child ignored his whining. Part of Soix-Neuf's goals of creating a genetic databank of the City often required to degrade herself to the lowest of the low. She might as well incite some pain on them.
She then noticed a beep from her PDA, Then took another drag of her cigarette, and felt a kick from her swollen belly as if in protest, but ignored it.

Ryoshu: I've met my target. Goodbye forever.

Rat: Ah... t-thank you M-mistress Ryoshu...
Rat: Also... I don't mean to pry, but... should you really be smoking while pregnant?

Irritated, the child dropped the cigarette on the rat's belly then stomped on it, glaring at him with red eyes.

Rat: GYAHHH!

Ryoshu: M.Y.O.B.

Annoyed, the child walked back to base. The pumps continued milking her modest chest, squeezing out every last drop of milk they could.
She was pregnant. But she was not a mother. And it was not her baby in the womb, but some Nest-dweller's who thought of herself too good to bond with her child in utero.
So she didn't care. She could smoke, it wasn't her family.
Besides, the commissioner had paid for genetic modification, so the child would be strong. Perhaps too strong.
Kick, kick! The child's belly bounced as she winced and felt another gush of urine, now streaming into a catheter, collected by the ever-dutiful Pandora.

Ryoshu: Oof, stop kicking, you-

The child raised her fist, ready to slap her belly to discipline it.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She caressed it instead.

Ryoshu: Hmph. What an annoyance, I pity your future mother.
Ryoshu: If she even deserves to be called that. A parent that won't even go through the burden of carrying her child...

"Is no parent at all." is what the child thought, before being interrupted by another beep. This time from her comms.

Rodion: Ryoshuu~ Are ya done harvesting on the backstreets?
Rodion: We need you at headquarters ASAP!

Ryoshu: Are you still struggling to get that B.I.M.B.O.?

Rodion: Uh... hold on, let me consult the dictionary the kiddo wrote...
Rodion: Ah! Well, yeah! We still can't get Donqui to conceive, even after having her hooked up to the inseminator all day!
Rodion: Poor girlie has her tummy bloated with cummies 24/7 and still nothing, boo~

The child's brow furrowed ever so slightly at the Operator's unusually childish wording. The perpetual arousal the association imposed on its workers often twisted their personalities' quirks into the most extremes. But she said nothing in response, already used to it.
TSHUPP. TSHUPP. TSHUPP...
She could hear the sound of pumps, no doubt extracting milk from Rodion's ample udders, even as she handled calls. The child looked down at her smaller chest in comparison with annoyance. She shook her head clear.

Ryoshu: Hmph, Isn't she applying for broodmother?
Ryoshu: I recall her boasting about whelping twelve brats. Was it all meaningless drivel?

Rodion: That's what we're thinking now too! Maybe she's older than she looks, and ran out of eggie-weggies? At this rate she'll never get there... oh well~

Soix-Neuf Association has four classes, depending on their fertility, which so happens to dictate how much orgone they produce.

Class 1s are infertile or incapable of conceiving, thus delegated to menial work. Clerks.
Class 2s are those who are fertile, but not pregnant. Typically sent to simple prostitution missions. Operators.
Class 3s are pregnant, and thus have more orgone for more important missions, as well as headquarters-keeping. Breeders.
Class 4s are hyperpregnant, having more than one bun in the oven. They are given directorial roles. Matrons.
And finally, the Class 5s, who are permanently hyperpregnant, and are thus no longer capable of locomotion. They are kept in milking 24/7, producing enough orgone to power entire city blocks, as well as populating them. Broodmothers.

Because of their situation, very, very few Soix-Neuf agents want to climb the ladder fully to Class 5. There is such a thing as flying too close to the sun. But it seemed one of the child's new coworkers was actively looking for it, the poor bastard.

Rodion: Anyway, that's not what I'm calling ya for!
Rodion: We need someone to milk the bulls, and according to our stats, you're the best at extraction. So come on over and help us with the new ones, m'kay? The kiddo specially needs some help!

Ryoshu: Oh, the little C.A.L.F. needs my help?

The child smiled slightly. Milking the bulls was one of the closest activities she could consider art. And that one... definitely was one she'd love to milk.

Rodion: Yup yup! He refuses to even get hard, you're the only one who can even get him to cum, it seems! Can you believe how greedy that kiddo is? Won't even let me give him my milkies! Had to pump it directly into his mouth, so embarrassing! All the other bulls love my milk...

Ryoshu: Makes sense. Y.A.T.C.H., even for that C.A.L.F. I'll be right there.

Rodion: Hey, what's that supposed to m-

BEEP! Ryoshu turned her speaker off, an was on her way.

Ryoshu: You are Too Clingy, Hoe, even for that Cowardly, Adorable Little Freak.

The child chuckled to herself ever so slightly. She felt another kick, this time gentler, coming from her belly, and looked down with a slight surprise. Was it reacting to her wordplay?

Ryoshu: You like S.A.N.G.R.I.A. too?
Ryoshu: Heh. Not bad... You might not be a half-bad artist once you're out here.
Ryoshu: But I can't raise you, so make sure you absorb the most of it while you're inside of me and you might be a decent student. Maybe.

The child smiled wistfully for a second, still gently petting her gravid stomach. She could feel her milk letdown faster into its pumps as she did, a slight blush in her cheek. Curse her traitorous body for responding to these sensations so well.
Clearing her head, she began the walk home.

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CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.
The sounds of asscheeks clapping together from the child's pregnant gait.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
The sounds of bare feet walking over steel resounded as the child made her way around the Soix-Neuf base.
Subtle sounds that one would pick up, were they not being drowned by the much louder ones:

Girl 1: MMF, MMF, MMM!
Girl 2: GLRK, KKH.. MMMM! MMMMPH!

Gagged moans of both pleasure and despair came from the many operators chained to the wall fixtures, all producing orgone.
Bright pink and cyan lights illuminated the halls of this sordid palace.
The child took a moment to stare at the girls on 'decoration duty'; girls of different ages and body sizes with their arms and legs encased, separated in stalls.
Tubes of all sizes and colors came into and from various orifices in their body, milking machines hissing and pumping their breasts, injectors piercing skin and creating colorful pink veins visible on them...

Girl 1: MF, MFF, MFFF.. MMM-MMMGH!

And dildos, of course, thrusting in and out of their mouths and pussies, choking them and accelerating, as if to lead them to climax...
BEEP!

Girl 1: NNH! GLLRK-MMMMMMMMRRRRFFFF!! NNNMMMMPFH....

Then slowing to a halt, denying them orgasms.
Such was the punishment of the operators who underperformed and were assigned to decoration duty: The most brutal and effective way to both collect orgone and set the ambience of Soix-Neuf.
The child watched as the girl she observed, a tiny and meek apple-red haired girl, screamed muffledly in protest as her sixth orgasm of the day was denied, her eyes bloodshot red from tears, and half-closed from exhaustion. The plaque below her read "Yuri".
Like her there were dozens, chained to the walls, edged for weeks on end without rest, painting a portrait of cruel hedonism that blurred the line between pleasure and pain.
Yet the child remained unimpressed.

Ryoshu: Hmpf. Such a droll display.
Ryoshu: Were it up to me, their stomachs would be surgically sliced open, so that one may see the machines do their work inside... Needles perpetually stabbing them, kept alive by daily blood transfusions...
Ryoshu: Heh... Now that would be the titillating sight.

The child mused out her thoughts with a wicked smile as she saw Yuri squirm and shake her head upon hearing her words. She groped her own butt and gently stroked her gravid belly with a masturbatory pace as she lost herself in her violent fantasies.
Even for the association's sordid standards, the child's tastes and preferences were far too extreme.
Alas, the Association did not cater to her affinity to shed blood, preferring to keep their products in one piece... even if they shoved all sorts of toys and pipes into them.
So the child remained perpetually unsatisfied, both physically via her B.O.S.S., and mentally via her superiors' lack of taste for art.

Ishmael: Hnngh, settle down there! you fucking...

The child's eyebrow raised as she noticed her former underling writhing on the floor, crying and clutching her belly in seeming agony as her senses were assaulted.
She noticed the angry stretch marks, indicating that she had a fast-growing pregnancy of multiples.
The orange haired operator had only recently been promoted to Class 3, and was given growth stimulants to put her up to speed.
But seeing the way her belly trashed wildly, it seemed that she had bit more than she could chew.

Ryoshu: Bad first roll, eh? Huhuh, congratulations on the promotion.

Ishmael: Shut the f- gh! GAHHH! F-fuck...
Ishmael: Damn bastard... how many ffuckin'... babies did he put inside m-me...

The orange haired child wanted to bite back, but the crowd within her womb was too rowdy, kicking into her ribs, bladder and guts alike.

Ryoshu: S.Y.R. Should have picked your bull carefully.

Ishmael: Shut the fuck up and tell me, gah-
Ishmael: I... is it too late to go back!? C-can't I get an ab-

Pandora: [WARNING: Anti-breeding sentiment detected. Libido levels critically low. Administering aphrodisiac.]

Ishmael: N-nonononon, no, wait, Godd- GAH!

SHLICK! And another round of aphrodisiac began pumping into Ishmael's neck.
The child simply stared at her former subordinate as she kept thrashing, her moans of pain eventually replaced with ones of pleasure . Her Pandora continued assaulting her holes as it always did, this time with even more reckless abandon.
Pregnancy enhances orgone production after all, and so the Pandora's collectors had to work double time, with no consideration of the pregnant operator's safety.
But the orange haired child didn't care, too lost in the throes of arousal. The over-stimulation was so intense it made her cry, t he tears in her eyes making a perfect match with her broken laughter.

Ishmael: Ahh... hahah, heheheh! heehee! I'm... I'm a mom now!
Ishmael: Did you hear that, captain? I'm... I'm... I-I'm... going to be a mommy! Hahahah!

Other operators moved aside as they witnessed Ishmael's breakdown, her excess vaginal fluids squirting out of her athletic cup.
The clerks and rookie operators stared in horror. The child looked at her with a stare of contempt and pity.
Gently, she poked at Ishmael with her toes, still filthy from her earlier work.

Ryoshu: Hey.
Ryoshu: Instead of babbling B.S., clean me up. I'm still your superior.

Ishmael: A-ahh... y-yes, mistress!

Still writhing on the floor, Ishmael took the child's toes into her mouth, and started slurping the grime.
Soix-Neuf fixers are encouraged to fraternize and bond closely, to enhance orgone production, but because their holes are often occupied by machinery, this mostly takes the form of foreplay.
As such, it's common for Operators to 'groom' each other, giving their superiors tongue-baths, often necessary due to the excessive sweat and grime.

Ishmael: Mmphf... mm... tastes so... bitter. W-what did you s-step on?

Ryoshu: Some pathetic backstreet rat wanted a golden shower, so they're covered in piss.
Ryoshu: My legs too. Covered with stale piss, cum, and dirt. Give me a F.B.T.B.

Ishmael's eyebrows furrowed. She understood the meaning, her superior wanted her to lick her all over, in the middle of this busy hallway. Part of her rational brain found the act rightfully disgusting, revolting, humiliating...
But the throbbing of her cunt as it was massaged by Pandora, and the intense burning in her veins from the aphrodisiac, proved an effective counterargument. For that was Soix-Neuf's greatest strength: Taking the brightest, most level-headed professionals of the city... and turning them into mewling sluts.
And so she suckled with all the more fervor, her tongue sliding between her toes, lips peppering her feet with kisses, her tongue gliding up her leg, licking like an affectionate puppy. Her hands reached up to cup the child's rotund rear as she worked.

Ishmael: Mmf... y-yes mistress... haah...
Ishmael: I love sucking up your filth... f-feeding my b-babies with it... I'm such a dirty momm-

Ryoshu pushed Ishmael back down to the floor and shoved her toes deeper into Ishmael's mouth. The child had no patience for such speech.

Ishmael: Mff!

Ryoshu: None of that. Just keep working your tongue.

A dirty mommy... Ryoshu felt her belly kicking again. The pesky brat had a knack for making her remember her own situation during the worst possible times.
The child simply sighed and gripped her Odachi tighter as she closed her eyes and focused on enjoying the sensation of her underling servicing her instead.
SLURP, SUCKLE, GULP, SRRP.
The child got another beep from Pandora.

Rodion: Ryoooshuuu, are ya there already!? Hurry up! Unless ya wanna end in the punishment ward?

Ryoshu: C.S.I.D. I'm on my way.
Ryoshu: Follow me and don't stop, Ishmael. You're going to see a pro at work.

Ishmael: Mmf!

And so she kept walking, Ishmael still clinging to her, matching her steps while licking her armpits and cupping her fat asscheeks.

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DING! An elevator door opens. The two children of Soix-Neuf waddle out.
On the lowest levels of the headquarters one will find the Pens, where the male Soix-Neuf "employees" are found.
Males in general produce considerably less orgone than females, lacking the capabilities of pregnancy that elevate oxytocin production, and their refraction periods make orgasm orgone bursts less cost-effective.
But their semen, on the other hand, is an endlessly valuable resource for the Soix-Neuf. With it they impregnate, feed and reward their sows. The consumption of semen stimulates their operators' arousal, and boosts orgone immensely.
And so, in the bottom rung of the Soix-Neuf hierarchy are the bulls: Rows of men, gagged and bound, their prostates stimulated electrically as they cum into their milking machines. Brutally efficient, yet painful and degrading. Drugs are also pumped into their bloodstream at an alarming pace, to keep them virile and energetic, reducing their refraction periods to mere seconds. The average bull, in this setup, cums around 362 times per day.
A life that cityfolk will only describe as either heaven or hell.

Bull 1: HMMF, MMF!
Bull 2: Hff... Hff... lrrk...

Tubes flood their mouths with mothers' milk, extracted from the broodmothers above who in turn are fed their cum, creating a positive feedback loop of amplifying eroticism.
The two children walked through this graceless barn. Ryoshu had no interest in them, but Ishmael, still lost in her Pandora-stimulated lustful trance, ogled them intensely while licking her lips.

Ishmael: Heehee, so many pretty boys... tied up and m-making milk...
Ishmael: O-oh, there's my bull! Haah... hi there, tenderfoot~

Ishmael waved happily and blew a kiss at the syndicate boss she had previously subdued and brought over to "work" at Soix-Neuf. The bruised and scarred bull stared at her with angry, desperate eyes as the machine milked another orgasm from him, electrodes on his nipples shocking him and clouding his senses. He struggled in his bindings as he choked down on sweet milk.
It seemed as if he were trying desperately to escape and return to somewhere, or perhaps rather someone... but was now trapped in the pens of depravity, being endlessly wrung out of his seed.

Ishmael: Such a shame though, I thought he'd be better ranking... looked so j-juicy and all... a-ah... and such a huge cock...

Ishmael was visibly drooling. Perhaps in a different world, a more sane version of this child would find sympathy and disgust for his situation before anything else... but when one works in Soix-Neuf, their beliefs, ideals and standards are quickly drained away, replaced with endless lust.
Ryoshu simply shrugged, feeling no pity or sympathy. Her mind had also been led astray, although in a more composed way.

Ryoshu: T.Y.B.G. You should have assessed him better before letting him knock you up. That's why you're still my underling.

Ishmael: Psh... won't be long... I'm gonna get so much more p-pregnant - ah - than you... 'then I'll get 'im promoted to stud... heheh...

Like female operators, male employees had different statuses, depending on the quality and quantity of semen, genetic traits, and capability to produce orgone.

Rank 1 Bulls are those whose genetics are standard or low-grade, or who produce low orgone. They are kept in the pens and milked 24/7, their semen used mostly as feed. Mere cum-cattle.
Rank 2 Bulls produce higher-quality semen, or have favorable genetics, and can produce some orgone. They are enhanced to produce higher quantities, and their specific semen is used to impregnate Breeders. They get slightly better accommodations as a result. They are known as Studs.
Rank 3 Bulls are those with the most desirable genetics for breeding, and produce a lot of orgone. They are given special hormones that also feminize them slightly, to produce milk as well. Their genitals are modified to produce obscene amounts of cum, and their rooms are luxurious, as they are often considered as important as Class 3s or even Class 4s. They are known as Stallions.

The bull that our child was tasked with was a Rank 2 that showed potential for being a Rank 3, and so he was assigned a breeder and his own accommodation... although these still left a lot to be desired.
SHWING.
The door opens to a modest room, or more of a cell, where the short and skinny twig of a Bull found himself gagged and bound, arms chained to the wall.
In his eyes was a mix of fear, embarrassment and anger.

Sinclair: MMPF! RRMMF!

Ryoshu: Hello, C.A.L.F. It's been some time.
Ryoshu: You look like you missed me. Desperately.

The child looked down at her calf's dick, locked in a tight chastity cage. While his pecker was, generously, nothing to write home about, his balls were monstrously swollen, the size of apples. Purple veins covered his stretched scrotum like thunder, the sack clearly not caught up to the size of the testes they were wrapping. It was clear his balls were at their limit, and any slight movement would be extremely painful. There was also a slight pouch in his otherwise flat stomach, a clear sign of a ridiculously enlarged prostate.
a tube was connected to his choker, pumping him with a pink fluid. His swollen balls also had IVs connected to them, exacerbating the pain. Whatever drugs they were giving him to increase his productivity were clearly working.

Ishmael: Psh, hah! This is your bull? Look at him! So scrawny! And that dick! It's caged, but you can tell it's tinier than a fucking walnut!
Ishmael: What the hell is this, R-

Ryoshu: Pandora-ISH, engage oral training mode.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Equipping fellatio training mask.]

Ishmael: Wait, n-no, anything but- GLLRK!

With her superior's command overriding her Pandora, Ishmael was gagged. A breathing mask with a large dildo apparatus in the middle fixed itself to Ishmael's mouth. The dildo immediately began thrusting itself in and out of the child's throat, causing her to fall down to the floor as she choked. The mask was designed to only let her breathe if she fellated it properly.

Ishmael: GRRKGGLK... GGH... GKGH.. GLLRK!

She looked at Ryoshu with teary eyes, trying to accommodate to the device raping her throat, lest she pass out. It seemed her input was no longer necessary.

Ryoshu: S.T.F.U., sit back, and learn. Now, where were we?

With that, the child took out a cigar, approached the kid, and removed his gag. He presented him with a lollipop.

Ryoshu: Here, for you.

But the kid didn't take it, spittling angrily at her.

Sinclair: I don't want your damn lollipop! This... this isn't what we agreed on!

Ryoshu: Hmph. I thought you said you wanted to advance your career?
Ryoshu: This is how you advance as a male in S.N.

Sinclair: But this- gr.. y-you never said I'd be locked up here and given this... ghh!

Ryoshu: Should have done your D.D. This is what happens when you apply and have good seed.
Ryoshu: Though I will admit that the extra restraints were my idea.

The blonde child whimpered. Previously he had been a simple clerk, handling boring paperwork. He had a knack for translating our art-loving child's SANGRIA, if nothing else. Then a quick tryst with her inspired him to aspire to greater heights in the company... and now here he was, at the bottom of the basement, caged, needy and whimpering, with two bloated balls begging to be drained.

Sinclair: Khh... it's not f-fair.

Ryoshu: Chin up, you're undergoing the process to become a Stallion. You'll be let out soon. You just need to fully bloom.

Sinclair: A stallion... D-don't those get milked?

Ryoshu: E.G.M.

'Everyone gets milked' said the child as she inspected her calf's body. His chest was starting to swell with budding breasts, his mosquito-bite nipples red and swollen.
Ryoshu extended her hand to pinch one of them...

Sinclair: Ouch! Wh-

Causing a small, tiny droplet of milk to form in the bud. The child smiled as Sinclair squirmed, his cheeks blood-red from embarrassment.

Ryoshu: Cute. You're making progress.

Sinclair: That's... this is gh... degrading... I'm a man, d-dammit! Men don't lactate...

Ryoshu: You are hardly a man. B.I.O., I will help you become one.
Ryoshu: Let's see here.

The child moves in to inspect her C.A.L.F.'s package. She gently cups the swollen testes with her hands, causing the kid to wince.

Sinclair: Eek! D-don't touch them! T-they're too sensitive!! It hurts!!

Ryoshu: Really?

Sinclair: Yes really!! Even the slightest graze feels like... guh, b-bring hit a baseball bat!

Pandora: [Elevated Oxytocin output detected. Orgone collection enhanced. Increasing stim.]

The child grinned with dark eyes as she heard the squirming boy's words. Pandora quickly took notice and began thrusting into her with ferocity, to match her elevated arousal.
Per all her maternal inclinations, the child also had a deep, sadistic streak that was only getting stronger the more she saw this pitiful boy writhe in denial. Her belly kicked intensely, heightening the sensation, but she ignored it.
The artist had awakened.

Ryoshu: Like a baseball bat, huh? They certainly look like baseballs.

Sinclair gulped, knowing what was coming.
She kept gently stroking the balls, massaging around the IVs still injecting into his sack. Sinclair sucked in air and grit his teeth, looking to the side to Ishmael as if she would somehow help him, but she was too busy thrashing on the floor, choking and kicking her feet as she tried rubbing her mons pubis through pandora's cup, lost in her own pleasure.
Precum began leaking from the tip of the saltshaker chastity cage tightly compressing Sinclair's poor dick, coating Ryoshu's hands.

Ryoshu: Let's free the beast now.

The child took out a key from her Pandora's dimensional storage, and gently unlocked Sinclair's cage, removing the saltshaker cap that was smushing his dick. But the sight she encountered was still pitiful.
His dick was only at half-mast, at a pathetic 2 and a half inches, and the less said about the girth, the better.
Despite her best efforts to contain it, the child couldn't help but crack a small smirk.

Sinclair: D-don't laugh! I-it g-gets bigger when it gets harder!

Ryoshu: Oh? And why is it not at full size? I.T.I.W.Y.F. Are you not happy to see me?

Sinclair: That's not... it's also cold! Dicks shrink in the cold... you should know that...

Ryoshu: Then let's warm you up.
Ryoshu: B.O.S.S., turn these darn sucklers off. I'm doing M.F.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Disengaging breast pumps for manual feeding.]

BEEP - HISS!
Compressed air hisses out of the child's breast pumps as they disconnect slither back to the Pandora, leaving her fully exposed.
The child's breasts were nothing to write home about. Modest, perky mounds, barely filling out a B-cup bra, if she were allowed to wear bras that is.
It was her nipples that were eye-catching, thick brown nubs on unusually wide areolae, leaking perpetually with milk. Because of their hormone cocktails and perpetual pumping, Soix-Neuf girls are well known for their 'udders'. Though these looked even more absurd on the child's chest. No matter, she preferred flaunting her ample rear. And her feet.
Still, the child cupped her breasts, presenting them to her prey as she squeezed out milk.

Ryoshu: Here, T.S.H.U.U.P.

Sinclair: Ah... I'm not... h-hungry...

The child shoved her teat into the child's mouth, her pregnant belly making contact with his semi-chub as she straddled him. The smell of her cigarette mixing with the scent of her bittersweet cream.

Ryoshu: Don't be idiotic. Drink. Unless you want it pumped into your stomach?

Sinclair had no choice but to start suckling, closing his eyes as he relaxed, his body limping and clinging to Ryoshu's. His hands trembled, still chained up above his head. Curious about what he'd do, the child decided to unbind them. His collar was still attached to the wall, after all.
Her eyes widened for a second. Instead of groping her as she anticipated, the calf instead placed his hands around her pregnant belly, holding it gently.
He cooed and gurgled softly as he nursed, as if he were a newborn babe. The child had no choice but to stroke his hair.

Ryoshu: Haah... G.B. Drink your fill.

Sinclair let go of her teat briefly with a wet pop, to communicate.

Sinclair: ...When are you due?

Ryoshu: Don't know. Probably a few weeks or so. Don't stop drinking.

Sinclair: A-and, is it some nest dwellers? If so, you shouldn't be smoking. I mean, you shouldn't smoke while preg-

Ryoshu: It's a genetically enhanced kid. It'll be fine. Now keep sucking.

The child pushed his head back to her breast, blowing a frustrated puff of smoke.
She felt Sinclair's dicklet hardening, rubbing against her taut stomach. The milk was working.
Soix-Neuf Operators and Breeders are enhanced constantly by a dense hormone regime. As such, their milk is sweet, rich, creamy... and a potent aphrodisiac. It's not an uncommon sight for Operators working in backstreets to offer suckling to anyone who asks, as it usually enhanced everyone's performance when it came time to tax clients.
However, the child had the suspicion that it was not just the milk that was arousing her calf.

Ryoshu: Why do you want to know all that anyway?
Ryoshu: ...Could it be, perhaps, that you are jealous? Do you want to get me pregnant next?

Sinclair sputtered, choking on milk. It seemed she had hit her mark.

Sinclair: That's, n-no, y-you have the- I would never-

Ryoshu: Hoho. I.D.M. It's cute.

Smiling smugly, the child tugged on the kid's collar, and whispered to him:

Ryoshu: Who knows? If you co-operate and become a Stallion... next time there's a surrogacy request, I might write you in for donor.

She chuckled darkly as she felt Sinclair's dick twitch against her navel, coating it with pre-cum.
The calf was awestruck. Emboldened, he dove into Ryoshu's chest, suckling feverishly. She stroked his hair, encouraging him. The fetus in her womb once again stirred, as if resonating with the act.

Ryoshu: That's it... get big and strong... for your mistress.

She drew the line. But the kid was lost in a milk-drunk haze, whimpering and moaning as he grinded his dick on her stomach.

Sinclair: Mmf... mm... Mommy!

And he crossed it. The line one must never cross when being serviced by Soix-Neuf Breeder Ryoshu. Calling her the M-word.
Immediately, she pushed him back, and stared at him with intense, red eyes. Contempt. But also... arousal?

Sinclair: A-ah, I'm sorry! It was a slip of the tongue, I know you said you don't li-

Ryoshu: Shhhhh...

She shushed him gently...
Then put her cigarette out on his forehead.

Sinclair: KYAAAAAAAHHH!

Ryoshu: Y.W.R. I shouldn't smoke while pregnant.
Ryoshu: And don't worry. I forgive you. I'm here to make you C.U.M. after all.

The calf writhed and groaned as he touched the searing burn mark on his forehead. The child smiled once again. With a single word, Sinclair had switched the wavering Ryoshu fully to her sadistic side.
Standing up, the child began massaging the tip of his penis with her big toe, spreading his precum expertly. His cock was now fully erect, standing at a pitiful 4 and a half inches.

Sinclair: gh... kyahh! T-that... feels...

Ryoshu: What's that, B.D.? Do you enjoy getting your tiny little peepee stepped on? I thought you were a man, huhu~

Sinclair: B-baby dick!? Why, you-

Ryoshu: Quiet.

She pushed down on his bloated balls, eliciting a sharp yelp.

Ryoshu: My feet are all swollen from carrying this big brat on my belly, so I need a nice place to rest these fat piggies.
Ryoshu: Why, even a wandering artist like me deserves to rest her weary soles on a nice pillow, doesn't she?

Sinclair: Nngghhh!!! I said, I said I'm sorry!! M-mistress, please!!

But Ryoshu kept her pace, gently stepping on his ball as she teased his tiny, whimpering member with her feet. The pitiful thing fit perfectly between her big and long toe, and she clamped with a vice as she stroked expertly. The swollen state of her feet thanks to her gravid state made their strength all the more powerful.

Ryoshu: Look at how perfectly it fits between my toes. Embarrasing, isn't it? To have such a P.T.B.D. as an adult.

Sinclair: D-don't say that... I-I'm still growing... i-it can still grow!!

Ryoshu: Highly unlikely. You're going to remain small and pathetic, so that I may grip you perfectly as I do now.

The child chuckled as the kiddo sniffled, trying to hold back tears. His snug little cock so tightly gripped in the inbetween space of the child's toes, throbbing intensely at the degrading words.

Ryoshu: You want to cum, don't you? Little baby C.A.L.F. Beg for it.

Sinclair: Y-yes!!! P-please let me cum, Mo-m-Mistress Ryoshu!!

The child pressed harder, the veins on her prey's balls hardening.
She wanted to do more. She wanted to pop them. Burst them like balloons as she bathed her legs in blood.
But she held back. She knew the taboos of Soix-Neuf... and she didn't want to truly break the kid. She liked him, after all. Even if it would take a Claw for her to admit it.
So she settled with delighting her ears with his cries.

Sinclair: Ggggghhhhaaaaahhhh!!

The poor boy was on the verge- No, he was already crying.

Ryoshu: Then do it. Close your eyes and pretend you're doing it inside my W.G.H. As if your little baby dick could ever fill it, fuhu~

Just processing the words "Wet, Gaping Hole" in his mind, all the while being humiliated for his manhood while the child's toes continued to vice it, was more enough to send Sinclair over the edge.

Sinclair: I'm- I'm cuuummming!!

SPLURT, SPLURT SPLRT!
Sinclair's jewels clenched and rose as he busted his load, spraying Ryoshu's leg.
The child once again raised her foot past her belly, hoping to see a sea of white between her expert digits.
But she was met with sore disappointment at the disappointingly small stain, at the lack of white coating her underbelly.

Ryoshu: This is it? This is all you could muster?
Ryoshu: It didn't even hit my bump. W.E.A.K.

She stepped back with the stare of a disappointed parent at the child who still hissed from his ruined orgasm. Pandora automatically began sucking up the cum with its pipette.

Sinclair: Kh... Haah... I'm s-sorry I don't find having my dick tortured all that arousing!!
Sinclair: Maybe if you did something other than step on me I'd have given you more!

His angry retort truly aggravated her. She had lowered herself to the indignity of giving this brat a treatment of her feet, and this is how he responded? A loud "tsk" left her mouth as she lit up another cigarette.

Ryoshu: Is that so? What would you have wanted me to do? Give you a B.J.? Let you F.M.A.? As if you could ever handle that.

The child turned around, spreading her cheeks to tantalize him, even as her asshole was occupied by Pandora's waste retrieval intubation. She squeezed her asscheeks tight and Sinclair's mouth watered for a second, like a pavlovian dog, before he composed himself.

Sinclair: I just don't understand you, dammit. You're nice to me, sneak treats to me, caress my head, c-call me a good boy...
Sinclair: Then you lock me up, cage my dick, make me start l-leaking milk, and then stomp on me! What is it with you? Am I your friend, or-or-!?

Ryoshu's expression softened for a second, feeling the kid's conflicted emotions. She felt her belly kick, and empathically placed her hand on the kicked area, and knelt down reach the kid's level, still bound to the wall by a collar.

Ryoshu: Here. Feel.

She took one of his quivering hands and placed it on top of her bump, letting him feel the motion inside. The kid's eyes brightened slightly with trepidation and awe.

Ryoshu: This association does the devil's work, doesn't it? It takes something that should be sacred and pure, and twists it into a deep, dark fantasy. One you can never hope wake up from.
Ryoshu: I joined seeking to feel the rush, the euphoria of that purity again... and woke up from my trance to find myself tarnishing it in red, black, yellow and white.
Ryoshu: What would anyone else do, but close their eyes again?

Sinclair: ...

Ryoshu: I see it in your eyes too, kiddo. You joined for a similar reason, didn't you? Just on the opposite side.
Ryoshu: ...You're one annoying calf. But you're my calf.
Ryoshu: So let's close our eyes and sink together, back into that D.D.F.
Ryoshu: B.O.S.S. Hit me.

Pandora: [Acknowledged. Administering Aphrodisiac. Increasing stim.]

SHLCK!
A pump, pump, pump of aphrodisiac hit the child's neck. Her belly vibrating softly as the dildo thrusting in and out of her accelerated. Her unborn not-child once again stirring in not-protest.
Just like that, the child's wicked smile returned, her eyes a more fierce red than ever.
Sinclair had no time to process her words before she snapped her fingers at Ishmael, who had now gotten accustomed to the invasion of her mouth, but was still lost in a trance.

Ryoshu: B.O.A.T.B.I.L.L.Y. Fetch me the E.T.

Ishmael: Glgkh... hmmf! mmpgf mffs!

Sinclair: E-extraction tube...?

As Ishmael scrambled through her Pandora's storage, Ryoshu gently placed her swollen foot on top of Sinclair's blown-out balls once again.

Ryoshu: Prepare for real C.B.T., kiddo. We're going to extract everything we can from this tiny little pecker. All of it.

Sinclair: Kkghh... y-you... agh! W-wait, a-at least take these damn injectors off!! They hurt!

He referred to the IVs attached to his balls, still filling him with cum production enhancing hormones.

Ryoshu: Hmm... No. How about we insert another one instead?

With that, he presented him with the E.T. Ishmael brought. A special catheter designed for semen, built to go all the way in and extract all the cum possible directly from his balls.
Sinclair's pupils shrunk in fear as he realized where that was going in. Ryoshu gave him a manic, wide smile. For her to bare her fangs like that meant she was truly lost in her lust.

Ryoshu: I won't let... haah... a single drop of my sweet little C.A.L.F.'s seed go to waste.

Sinclair: W-wait, y-you don't need t-to use that!! I'll c-cum! You don't need-

Ryoshu: Pandora, hit him too.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Administering external aphrodisiac. Go wild on 'em, mistress!]

SHLCK!
Another pump began to inject pink hot fluid into the kid's skin. At the same time, the IVs connected to his balls started flooding them with potent drugs, causing them to swell with rapturous anger.

Sinclair: G-gah! T-that burns!! Nnghh...

Ryoshu: O.H.H. Help me out holding him down. This will only hurt a lot.

Ishmael: Hmpf! hmhmhm!

The orange haired harlot held the kid's arms from behind as she tweaked his nipples, enjoying the sensation of his first milk beading under her fingers. He moaned like a girl in response, and she giggled under her mask, her pregnant belly smushing his back.

Sinclair: A-aahh... w-wait, that. heheh... t-that tickles!! Y-your babies are... heeh... kicking me from behind!

The aphrodisiacs made his dick harden painfully, throbbing at full mast... still only a a measly 3 inches.
The child licked her lips as she knelt down, preparing to insert the catheter.

Ryoshu: Breathe deep.

Sinclair: W-wait, wait, wait, do-

Without further warning, she forced the tube in, shoving it all the way down to his urethra. The burning sensation is best left undescribed.

Sinclair: GYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

The child smiled, music to her ears. She pulled over a chair, her legs exhausting from the constant stimulation.
Although sitting was made complicated thanks to the tubes going up her ass, she needed to do it if she was going to use her strongest technique.
And so she pressed on his balls again, this time with both her feet. The kid winced.

Ryoshu: You are about to become the recipient of my T.F.F... and survive. So be sure to thank me for it. It is a truly rare case.

Sinclair: Ggh-.. haah... th-th... m-mistress please! Please hurry up!! I can't take it anymore!!

The child stepped on his balls while once again squeezing the intubated cock with her toes. Sinclair squealed while squirming in Ishmael's arms.

Ryoshu: And who are you exactly to tell me to hurry up?
Ryoshu: If I want to spend hours squeezing and kneading your pathetic B.D., I will gladly. And you will thank me.
Ryoshu: So beg for it. Now.

Another step. Sinclair's aphrodisiac-fueled blood rushed his brain in pleasure-pain, his composure breaking, his true demeanor showing.

Sinclair: KYEEEH...!! T-thank you mistress!! P-please, please stroke my pa-p-pathetic, t-tiny micropenis with your g-gorgeous feet! I'm begging you!!

Ryoshu: Haah... That's more like it. G.B.

And with that, the child began stroking up and down, sinclair's cutesy, girly penis trapped between her toes.
FAP, FAP, FAP, FAP, FAP.
Up and down, up and down, precum leaked from Sinclair's penetrated dickhole, lubricating it wetly. It was as if Ryoshu was rubbing a wet, engorged clitoris.

Ryoshu: How is it, C.A.L.F.? Do you like your Mistress' superior technique? It is... heh... not for the faint of heart.

The child had unnatural control and dexterity with her feet, moving them as if she was a monkey with hands for feet.
Her phalanges undulated in waves, creating a strange sensation. It was as if he was fucking a moving hole. She rolled it like fine putty.
The sensation of his bloated tanuki balls, the stroking of her feet, the thick tube invading his dick all the way to his prostate... It was far too much. Sinclair threw his head back, his tongue lolling out as he panted and moaned desperately.

Sinclair: Ah.... ahh... it's too much! It's too much!! I'm going crazy! M-more!! Mistress Ryoshu!! MORE!!
Sinclair: Y-you too... you orange haired bitch, keep fucking milking me! PLEASE!!

Ishmael: Mff... mfhuhuh!

Ishmael giggled - or at least tried to - through her mask as she doubled down on kneading his budding boybreasts, squeezing, tugging and pulling on his buds as more milk leaked out.
FAP, FAP, FAP, SLAP, FAP, FAP...
It went on or hours. Ryoshu picked up speed, then slowed down, then picked up speed, studying all of the kid's reactions, his moans, his facial expressions. Her toes kept an unrelenting pace, constricting and gripping his tiny penis. It went on and on, until...

Sinclair: P-please, I c-cant anymore... I'm... I'm... a-aaahhh!!

Ryoshu: That's it... let it all out. Give it to me, my darling calf!

Sinclair: CUUUUMMIIIIIING!

SPLURT, GLUB, GLUB.
And so the champagne haired child came to, his head falling back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his tongue panting desperately.
GLUP, GLUB, GLURB.
Instead of spraying anywhere, the semen flowed neatly through the extraction tube, collecting in a bottle Ryoshu had prepared. It flowed slowly but steadily, filling out the glass as the child licked her lips.

Sinclair: I-it-it's not st-stopping! I c-can't stop cumming! It just keeps. Aaah~ k-keeps going!

Indeed, the tube was designed to collect and collect. Once the wearer ejaculates, they will not stop until their balls are emptied. And so Sinclair's orgasm continued and continued, past any normal amount. The sensation was indescribable, a sharp ecstasy as the burning sensation of his balls being forcibly emptied continued. His urethra burned, his balls clenched, and he kicked his legs uncontrollably.
Ryoshu pressed down with her soles, holding him down by the dick as his extended climax progressed. She stroked her belly with a pleased, but stern expression.

Sinclair: Ah.. gaah... p-please... n-no more!! I'm..m b-breaking!!

Ryoshu: Shh... Keep going. Don't stop. Imagine you're cumming inside me... Imagine it's your baby inside my belly.
Ryoshu: Who knows? Maybe it be will one day... Just keep cumming for m... for me.

She briefly considered saying it. But no. Even now, some things cannot be said. But her words were effective, the slow flowing of the tube accelerated from the pressure.
And eventually... it stopped. Sinclair's thick, creamy semen churned in the collection device as the last chunky gobs of it flowed down the tube.
But the cannister was only half full.

Ryoshu: Tsk. Seriously?
Ryoshu: All that talk, and you still hold out on me.

Sinclair: N-no... t-that's all that's left... I d-d-don't have any more cum in my balls...

But the child inspected his balls, finding them slightly less strained, but still undeniably throbbing.

Ryoshu: I will be the judge of that.
Ryoshu: Besides... I haven't had own my fun yet. B.O.S.S., how many C.C. do I have?

Pandora: [Assessing... 3 Climax Charges left.]

Ryoshu: Use one up to free me. I want to have my fun.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Unequipping vaginal cup. Enjoy yourself, mistress!]

And with a hiss, Ryoshu's pussy was freed. She stood up from her chair, and Sinclair's eyes widened in terror as she saw her clitoris.
The monstrous, engorged thing was larger than his cock, both in length and girth. It pulsed intensely as it stood erect above her hot, swollen pussy. Ishmael giggled behind him, flustered.

Ryoshu: Behold. This is what a real C.O.C.K. looks like.
Ryoshu: I tried being nice, but it seems you want it the hard way.
Ryoshu: So I'm going to use a much blunter technique. Hold him tighter, Ishmael.

Ishmael: Mf!

Sinclair: W-w-wait! Wh-

WHAM!
The sound of a heavy, fast kick to Sinclair's balls.

Sinclair: GGH-GYAAAAAAAA- MMF!

The sound of Sinclair squealing, before being silenced by Ryoshu's clit invading his mouth.

Ryoshu: Bite down, if you'd like. It's gone through worse.
Ryoshu: Now try to hold still. I'm not stopping until you've filled this tank.

WHAM, WHACK, WHAM.
More brutal kicks, one after the other, hit Sinclair's engorged balls, which swelled and reverbated in response.
The poor calf could do nothing more but chew down and bite on Ryoshu's pseudo-phallus as she pushed his head down, sucking on the clit that is larger than his penis. His own dick trembled... loathe as he would to admit it, he was enjoying the treatment. Even if tears flowed down his cheeks.

Sinclair: mmf... mmh, Mmm!

Ryoshu: That's it, G.B. Keep sucking your mistress'... haah... superior member!

The child kicked, then stomped, grinding the balls on the floor with her soles, squeezing them raw. Sweet torture. Every time she did, Sinclair would bite down, bringing her further to climax. Her belly kicked fiercely, the bumps occasionally hitting Sinclair's head, which found itself trapped right below her belly in an awkward, crouching position. Torture to him, but heaven to her.
WHAM, WHAM, WHAM.
Eventually, the kid started convulsing and jittering, still trapped by Ishmael's arms, signaling he was close.

Ryoshu: Finally ready to give in? I won't let you half-ass it this time. Not when... I'm this close too!

And so she pressed, stomping down with all her weight on his balls, squeezing them. He sucked her clitoris with all his might, and finally, came once again.
SPLURT, GLUB, GLUB, GLURB.
Once again, his chunky spunk flowed into the cannister, this time filling it promptly.
The child herself threw her head back as she climaxed, squirting piss into the kid's mouth, who choked and gagged. She simply closed her eyes and smiled.

Ryoshu: Haah... H.O.T.

BEEP!

Pandora: [Climax Charge consumed. Semen collection cannister completely full. Please disengage.]

The child stepped back, the cannister was full, but Sinclair's semen kept flowing down the tube, now stuck.

Sinclair: It's... it's... s-stuck! M...ma'am... please...!

His voice, now hoarse from screamin, whimpered as he felt the pressure.

Ryoshu: Is that so? Perfect, then. I needed a bath.

With those words, she yanked out the tube swiftly and brutally.

Sinclair: kKkhh... GAAAHH!!

SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT.
The last wave of Sinclair's orgasm fired in spurts, hitting Ryoshu's baby bump. She grinned wickedly as she spread his seed around, as if it were a skin cream. The belly kicked gently, as if satisfied by the conclusion.
She scooped up a gob of the semen, and put it in her mouth, savouring it.

Ryoshu: Mmm... not half bad.

Sinclair fell limp in Ishmael's arms. His balls finally looked deflated, although more purple and bruised than ever.
Ryoshu knelt down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He smiled.

Ryoshu: W.D., Kiddo. You produced a good batch today.
Ryoshu: Now rest. We'll do the same next week.

Sinclair: N-next week...? Can't it be tomorrow?

Ryoshu: Psh. Don't get greedy now. You'll need to be edged for a week before you can blow a load this glorious again.

Sinclair: Ah... okay... sorry...

With that, his eyes closed, and he fell limp in Ishmael's arms, who then dropped him to the floor.
Ryoshu scooped him up, undid the collar that bound him to the wall, then gently carried him over to the bed in the cell, tucking him in.

Ryoshu: Sweet dreams, C.A.L.F... mommy loves you.

Another kiss to his forehead, as she whispered those sweet, yet twisted words with the quietest voice, so that no one may hear, not even herself. And with that, the kid was knocked out like a light.
With nothing left to do, the child and her orange-haired companion, whose lusty haze had faded, exited the room. Onto the next bull.

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Leaving the last Stud's cell, the two children walked with cannisters full of cum.

Ishmael: Haah, Finally... I'm glad we can rest now. I'm sick of dealing with needy bulls.

The orange-haired child grumbled, now free to speak again. She had finally come down from her lust-fueled high. Though still, her belly kicked incessantly.

Ishmael: Khh.. D-dammit! Can you please just let your mother rest!?
Ishmael: God, I ha-

She remembered her Pandora, still whirring behind her back, always ready to pounce at her with aphrodisiacs.

Ishmael: Have such an appreciation for pregnancy. I love it. Very, very much.

Ryoshu smirked briefly as she heard her companion's sarcasm through grit teeth. She lit up her last cigarette of the day.

Ryoshu: N.S.T.A.R. for us devils. For those who have to undergo the labor of love, without love. We only rest when we die.

Ishmael: What about retiring?

Ryoshu: You don't want to know what happens when you retire.

Ishmael: What is that supposed to mean?

The orange haired child's eyebrows raised with concern. She had studied her contract almost religiously, and there mentioned no strange clauses regarding retirement or quitting.

Ryoshu: All you need to know is in the fine print.

Ishmael: What are you trying to say, do you know something I do-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The two children were interrupted by blaring alarms. The intercom crackled as it came to life:

Faust: Attention all Operators and Breeders in Floor B4. We are currently undergoing an armed infiltration. This is not a drill.

Ryoshu: Oh?

Faust: Usage of Climax Charges and indiscriminate violence is permitted, though orgone collection in the process is encouraged. Please ensure to capture all combatants alive for processing.

The child began smiling as she gripped her Odachi. Ishmael sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Ishmael: Let me guess, it's that Brotherhood of Freedom syndicate again.

BOOM!
A wall burst open, and various men in cobalt armor burst in. One of them, seemingly the leader, walked in the forefront.

Brother of Freedom: We have come, once again, to free our brothers who have unruly been caged, forced into a less than humane slavery by the ever savage she. A truly unideal circumstance.
Brother of Freedom: For it is the duty of all men to rise up, and free themselves from the ceaseless burden that is womanhood. I shan't allow their torture any further.
Brother of Freedom: Furthermore...

It would have seemed that the pale, languid man would speak for ages, but his speech was cut short as he noticed, for a brief second, that his men were flying up in the air, expertly dismembered.
He too, fell down to the floor, not even processing that his legs had been cut off.

Brother of Freedom: Khh.. What on...

Ryoshu: Finally. An opportunity to practice true art.
Ryoshu: Such a pity that that C.O.W. Faust prohibited us from killing, but it is fine. here are many ways to mangle flesh without killing it.
Ryoshu: I will show you.

Brother of Freedom: Gh.. khaah!

The child gripped the Brother of Freedom's bloody leg stumps, squeezing them and drawing blood. She spread what remained of his legs wide, and placed her foot on top of his cock.
She stroked her pregnant belly, spreading blood all over it with a wide smile. Pandora continued suckling her teats and massaging her pussy as she glared down on this invader.

Ryoshu: Listen and learn while you're in there, little brat. You're about to witness a stroke of artistic genius.
Ryoshu: Many, many strokes, in fact.

And so. the child's giggle at her own lame joke was the last sound that anyone heard, before a symphony of slicing, stroking, splurting and slapping started to play.

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Also on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60827995
Glossary of some terms I didn't translate and figured weren't clear enough from context:

BIMBO: Blonde Idiot Making Babies Obsessively
FBTB: Full Body Tongue Bath
TYBG: That's Your Burden, Girl
DD: Due Dilligence
ITIWYF: I Thought I Was Your Favorite
TSHUUP: This Should Heat Us Up Plenty
CUM: Crumple Under Me
WEAK: What Ejaculatory Atrocity, Kiddo
BOATBILLY: Breeder Of A Terrible Bull, I Lustily Lead You
COCK: Conqueror Of Cowardly Kiddos.
HOT: Heaven on Terra.
COW: Campy, Overzealous Worker.