Commission: A Load Off Part 2

Story by ReynartWrites on SoFurry

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Mistreated, angry and upset; a rat decides it is time to spend a bit of money and let loose all that aggression on a wench and now it is the morning after.

Tags: Prostitution, non-con, breeding


The morning came with a stiff shoulder and the sound of rain still hitting the roof. John was the first to rouse and sat at the edge of the bed rubbing the back of his head recalling last night with groggy eyes opening up to the dimly lit room. He remembered he bought a human whore and broke her in and did it without mercy. When the grey-furred rat turned his head, he saw that the whore was still lying there nude and available to the world. The fair-skin of her curved form hosted red and pink marks caused by his own claws. At that point, he remembered that he had been inside of her raw and without anything protecting her from his virile seed. One single evening would most likely be enough to knock her up but he had paid for both the evening and the morning. Getting up, he stretched to get all the little knots out of his muscles, stepping around the bed until he was at her side. He brought a hand on her body, feeling over the smooth skin, rumbling as he felt over the curve of her waist until he dipped his digits down to her rear. When he felt over that plump ass he shuddered, his cock slowly climbing back up to full erection while he turned her over. The rat brought his hands over her sides and up to her chest, rumbling before bringing his hands back down to her thighs to spread her legs apart. He positioned himself on the bed over her, cock sliding against her crotch before he found a good place for it with the tip against her cunt. Gently, he started to pepper her neck and cheek with kisses moving from one to the other before giving her mouth lick. A soft sigh came from her lips as she shifted in her sleep, her freckled cheeks flushed with a bit of color as he continued to peck at her neck and cheeks. Eventually, his mouth moved over her chest to secure a nipple while he gazes up at the fact that she seemed to be in such a pleasant dream. Maybe it was from the gentle way he was treating her but soon enough she would wake up to her monstrous nightmare.

Back and forth he moved his hips to grind his shaft against her soft crotch, cock heading down to the slit to poke and prod against the entrance while he suckled on her nipple, claws coming up to grope the other one. She even let out a little moan while all of this was happening but when the tip of his cock started to ease itself inside of her, those sleepy eyes began to part and open to the world of reality. Alice looked down at him with some form of tired shock before she opened her mouth.

His hand clamped down over her mouth and held her firmly against the bed as he grunted while edging the tip of his shaft inside of her, “Quiet...I bought an evening and a morning...Besides, I need to make sure the seed sticks to populate this world with more rats that you love so much. You love rats, right?”

The squeeze of his digits t her cheeks urged her to nod her head, though he could feel the stain of tears coming down her eyes on his fingers. He could milk this and so, he pulled his hand off of her mouth and brought his nose against hers, “C’mon, give your husband a kiss.”

There was a moment when he thought she might struggle when he saw defiance striking through her gaze but instead, she brought her hands up to his cheeks and brushed through the fur with shakey digits as she placed her mouth against his. He smiled as he parted her lips to let his tongue deep inside of her mouth, to taste his wife that he had violated the other night. Their mouths smacked together and he could feel her shaking, her disgust as she tried to tug her mouth away too early. There was no alcohol in her system to make her feel different about him, to keep her from the brunt of disgust and frustration and perhaps, it was better that way.

When she tried to tug away, he pressed down firmly to keep her pinned and to keep his mouth against hers. She tried to say something but her voice was muffled by the fact that his mouth was firmly rooted over hers. He kept the sloppy kiss going and her hands that had been attempting to act sweet suddenly pushed against his shoulders. With a growl, he grabbed her wrists to keep them pinned to the bed while the kiss continued until her struggles became meek.

Their lips finally pulled away when he had his fill, strands of spittle connecting their mouths while the woman choked in breath after breath. John leaned back just enough so he could see between them while he positioned himself to slide on in further. She winced and squeaked, “Please...No, not inside, not again. Maybe I can take something to ease it but if you cum in me again I’ll certainly be pregnant. Just do anything else you want. You can even beat me! Just please!”

He took that into consideration before he leaned down to give her cheek a lick as if he were a beast tasting his prey, she shuddered at the touch but turned her head to give him the loving kiss that he desired, their mouths connected for a sweet and gentle few seconds before he pulled his lips away and muttered, “Wives need to be knocked up.”

Her mouth opened to say something most likely foul but it came out as a squeal as his hips jolted forward to bring every inch of his cock inside of her, the bed creaking beneath them. Her hand suddenly came out to grasp his arm as she cried out, “Gently then! Please, please, please I beg of you give me this one thing at least. I am sore from the other night, I am fearful and respectful of what you are and I promise to be better, just, please. I will break!”

“Then break.” He muttered.

She cried out against as he started to move, hips dragging all the way back to pump himself forward. His movements started slow but with all the strength he could muster every time he dragged his cock inside of her cunt. The whore was left gasping by the time he started to pick up speed, both of his hands keeping her wrists held to the side to pin her properly while he mounted her like the wild beast he was. The anger from last night came with a renewed fire, ideas budding inside of his mind as he buried himself inside of the whore. John could make a game out of fucking humans and spreading his seed through the masses. Perhaps he could pay whores like this to take his seed but he could also take advantage of those who were too weak to do anything about it. Breaking in the human beneath him helped urge those thoughts along.

All of his frustrations manifested as ideas pouring in his mind. Taking the wives of nobility and breaking them in. Knocking all of them up with his tainted seed while searching for his next target, constantly hungering for a place to put his anger in. Right now, he was putting that anger in the whore beneath him, pounding wildly while snarling like a feral animal. The bed groaned and creaked, occasionally snapping just a bit from the strength of his plowing while the human kept on crying out her pain and muffled pleasure. Deeper and deeper he went until he found himself yet again at her deepest point, his mouth coming down over hers to shut her up while he bred her like the cow she was.

Her legs moved to try and get a foot on him to get some sort of relief from his constant pounding but it might as well have been a pillow on his gut as he pushed and pushed until he was pressing her down. His own maw robbed her mouth of any breath she might draw in, his tongue dipping against her own while her eyes started to flicker and flutter like broken wings. When her struggling slowed and the pressure of her arms began to fade away until she laid limp beneath him, he pulled his mouth away and let go of her hands.

Slowly, he drew himself up to grab her by the hips and tower over her, staring at her ragged form as she panted and sucked in a breath through gasps and coughs while he renewed his efforts in pounding into her. His cock was throbbing, about ready to burst but he kept on pounding while bringing in his gut to hold back his orgasm. The whore was out cold by now. Certainly, her eyes were open but they were muted in color and glazed over with the sight of someone who had given up on everything. Her arms laid limp with one hand off of the bed while her legs did the same. Both of his hands moved to grab her ankles, dragging them up until her hips came with them while he adjusted himself to start slamming directly down inside of her. Over and over again he pushed while his balls began to twitch and churn, ready to release at any moment.

Deeper and deeper he went when suddenly, he heard a slight bubbling moan. He looked down to see that her eyes were still glazed over but her mouth was ajar and she was panting, groaning and letting out little whimpering moans that made a broken bird’s song. He trembled as he listened to that triumphant broken song, growling as he started to double his efforts to breed her. Next time he saw her, he hoped that she would recover just so he could break her again. She kept on begging for something, begging in a little pathetic voice that befitted her station underneath him but he did not care about anything she was saying right now. All he wanted to do, was mate her.

With one more push, he felt her insides part enough that the tip of his cock seemed to push directly into her womb. Such access to her deepest point gave him a feeling of elation that he could not stop as the cum began to pour from his cock in thick ropes. He stained her haughty insides with his filthy seed, groaning out into the air as he filled her up to the brim. John kept himself inside of her until the very last drop and when he pulled out, he tossed her aside on the bed and got up. He moved to grab her hair and clean his cock off with that instead of anything else. He was still hard but there were other conquests to take. The rat found his cloak and the bag of coin he had given to the whore before he stepped downstairs in nothing but the cloak.

When he sat at the bar, some people attempted to give him dirty looks but he growled and grabbed one of the waitresses by the arm and dragged her on her knees where she was face to face with his shaft. When the bartender rose to say something, he slammed the bag of coin on the counter, “Another one.”

The bartender looked at the coin before sitting back down and nodding. No one looked, no one watched as he forced the girl to start sucking on his cock, his claws clutching through her hair as he brought her lips to his crotch. He would breed this one then perhaps find himself another place to take advantage of or perhaps, he would simply find himself a wandering girl in the dark.