Not the fertile stuff yet. Curley was still working on unloading the thin, sterile fluid into her. His cock was firmly planted in her, The eight in...hes into her vagina was pushing the rest of the sixteen inches past her cervix. All that twisting, curling cock was flinching around in her uterus. There was very little physical movement from Curley, just his cock spasming inside her fleshing out her very womanhood with pig penis and constantly flowing pig seed.Motion stopped for a few. Instead I pick the vibrator up, and taste your juices off it. God I love the way you taste, but I need to be inside you just as much as you need to be filled all over again.I grab your butt with one hand and my cock with the other, and rub my head up and down your lips. You squirm, waving your ass back and forth from the teasing, and push your body backwards into me. Shit! I sink all the way into your velvety cunt, which squeezes me like a wet vice. I draw out of you, then plunge back in again,. "Again, if you please, Quincy."Lieutenant Quincy picked up the broom handle he had used before and whacked me in the ribs and kidneys a few more times. I hung from my wrists and clamped my mouth closed, trying to slow my breathing and ignore the pain. He finished with a blow across my cock and ballocks that nearly blanked my mind and brought up my supper."Now let's start again," the major said, "we know you're a spy. I've told you that."An hour or so later, with a broken tooth, bent ribs, sore. Not even Olga Fyodorovna Matveeva could afford losses on such a scale or be able to find replacements with the necessary skills and attitudes. I supposed this assurance would have to suffice. I told Mandy I still didn’t understand why Doug had been abducted, tortured and castrated, since his crimes against women were much less extreme than some men’s, and why I hadn’t been better protected against Olga’s machinations while I was embarking on my new life as a woman.“What made you choose Doug, of.