The Beast's Breeding Chamber 2
(2012)(A book in the Overlord's Depraved Tales series)
A Story by Bree Bellucci
Three girls travel to Europe to celebrate their high school graduation and seek sexual thrills that turn out to be much more than they bargained for. The Overlord's hunger for tight human female flesh is insatiable and his horde of disgusting beasts are just as hungry. The girls each enter a world of dark, depraved, demeaning sexual fantasy.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
Sydney felt the Master's hand clamp down hard on the back of her neck. He lifted her bodily from his cock and held her over him. With the precision and fury of a marksman out for blood, the Master came mightily onto Sydney's confused and elated face. His seed sprayed from his stiff cock, coating her face, her tits, her entire body. She was bathed in his semen, the shower falling heavy and fast. She opened her mouth, desperately lapping up the droplets as best she could. She needed to keep some part of him inside of her, no matter how small. Maybe then, she would have a chance at happiness after this horrific, wonderful affair.
Spent, the Master fell back hard against the rug, tossing Sydney aside like a used rag. She lay very still for a long moment, soaking up the layers of cum that were already drying and caking against her skin. She thought that if she stayed very still, lay there like an obedient girl, he would let her stay there in his company forever. She realized that that was the only place she ever wanted to be - there at his side to be used, torn, thrown, whatever he wanted. She wondered if that was the poison talking, or if she had really found the key to her eternal happiness.
"It's just the poison," the Master grunted, as if reading her mind, "You'll see that in a moment."
"What?" Sydney said, not comprehending. The warmth of the fire began to fade, though the flame raged on. Slowly, her fingers began to tingle, as if coming back to life after being asleep. The pinpricks of sensation spread across her entire body.
"What's happening to me?" she asked, alarmed, as the unbearable sensation spread across her chest and back.
"You're coming to," the master said. Sydney glanced toward him wildly and felt her breath catch in her throat. He was changing before her eyes. His hair seemed to be growing longer, his cheeks were hollowing out. Even his form, the shape of him, was shifting as she watched.
"Help me," she pleaded, "Master, help me!"
He turned to face her, and Sydney's blood ran cold. There before her was no master at all, but another monster like the others. The Master's true form was revealing itself as the potion wore away.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
Sydney felt the Master's hand clamp down hard on the back of her neck. He lifted her bodily from his cock and held her over him. With the precision and fury of a marksman out for blood, the Master came mightily onto Sydney's confused and elated face. His seed sprayed from his stiff cock, coating her face, her tits, her entire body. She was bathed in his semen, the shower falling heavy and fast. She opened her mouth, desperately lapping up the droplets as best she could. She needed to keep some part of him inside of her, no matter how small. Maybe then, she would have a chance at happiness after this horrific, wonderful affair.
Spent, the Master fell back hard against the rug, tossing Sydney aside like a used rag. She lay very still for a long moment, soaking up the layers of cum that were already drying and caking against her skin. She thought that if she stayed very still, lay there like an obedient girl, he would let her stay there in his company forever. She realized that that was the only place she ever wanted to be - there at his side to be used, torn, thrown, whatever he wanted. She wondered if that was the poison talking, or if she had really found the key to her eternal happiness.
"It's just the poison," the Master grunted, as if reading her mind, "You'll see that in a moment."
"What?" Sydney said, not comprehending. The warmth of the fire began to fade, though the flame raged on. Slowly, her fingers began to tingle, as if coming back to life after being asleep. The pinpricks of sensation spread across her entire body.
"What's happening to me?" she asked, alarmed, as the unbearable sensation spread across her chest and back.
"You're coming to," the master said. Sydney glanced toward him wildly and felt her breath catch in her throat. He was changing before her eyes. His hair seemed to be growing longer, his cheeks were hollowing out. Even his form, the shape of him, was shifting as she watched.
"Help me," she pleaded, "Master, help me!"
He turned to face her, and Sydney's blood ran cold. There before her was no master at all, but another monster like the others. The Master's true form was revealing itself as the potion wore away.
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