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Ami’s life had more or less settled into a routine ever since her mind had finally snapped under the constant pressures of the cruelty of the wolves whose city she was stuck in. They would never respect a hybrid like herself, and as such, neither did she. She was worthless but for the pleasure that she could provide them. It was a lesson Alex had been trying to teach her all along, but also one that she had only truly learned once she had realized she was pregnant with her half-brother’s pups. She had since embraced it, and to her surprise, being a worthless fucktoy felt good. At least, it felt good enough that Ami didn’t really worry about anything anymore, except how to pleasure the nearest cock.

She hadn’t actually seen Alex for a while, but Tony – the older wolf who was ever so slightly less sadistic – had become a regular with her. He’d been there on and off, ensuring that there was always at least someone fucking her and making sure that her cum-filled pussy never stopped oozing with spent wolf-seed. As for where Alex had gone, the cat hybrid didn’t really know, but her other customers didn’t leave her much time to think. She had to be working almost every waking hour to ensure that she had enough money for herself and the pups. The pleasure, of course, made it rather difficult to think, too.

Every time she took a wolf’s cock into her felt like ecstasy, really. It was fulfilment, it was purpose, it was giving her worthless hybrid cunt something to do, the only thing it was good at: pleasuring the cocks of those better than herself. It soothed the wounds that remained of her initial breaking. But it had all been for the greater good, the cat kept telling herself, even pinching and pulling at her pierced nipples to remind herself of how she deserved any bad treatment for thinking she was as good as the wolves. All for the greater good. Every sting of pain from mating bites and frenzied scratching in the throes of passion, and every ache of being stretched wide by a wolf’s knot.

And with that realization, there she was, heavily pregnant – she wasn’t keeping track of the months anymore, because she had no plans on ever not being pregnant, anyway – with her belly a simultaneously proud and shameful taut dome of pregnancy, with every wolf who glanced at her knowing exactly what species’ pups she bore. Certainly not a hybrid’s. In that state, she laid in her bed, which was rather dirty and worn by now, in front of a camera, while her latest group of customers took turns with her, one by one using her body as they desired. There was a total of six of them this time, apparently friends, and they had decided to use the infamous hybrid slut who they’d found videos of on The Black Paw, the degradation website the wolves used to reinforce how superior they were to all others in the easiest way they knew; by claiming their bodies for themselves.

One of them was in her ass. By now, that hole was rather used to getting fucked, too, thanks in part to Tony’s frequent use of it. It had left her, perhaps not loose, but well trained. So, when she bounced on the wolf’s cock, it only made her feel pleasure. Well, some discomfort perhaps, but that was only because between him and the wolf kneeling between her legs, balls deep in her other slutty hole, she was filled to the brim. Having both her pussy and ass filled with thick, throbbing cockmeat left Ami whimpering with a strained kind of pleasure.

A third wolf sat behind her, with her head tilted back so that she could suck on his cock the way the beautiful lupine maleness deserved to be sucked; deep in her throat, with her raspy and pierced hybrid tongue caressing every amazing inch as it sank into her throat.

One of the gang was using her tits, too. He had originally wanted to be the second to fuck her ass, but had grown impatient and squeezed in between the others, now with his cock sandwiched between Ami’s heavy breasts as he fucked between them, leaving the cat’s chest smeared with precum.

Finally, on her left and right, two more wolves sat, their cocks in her soft yet eager hands, with Ami stroking them both blindly, feeling their pleasure only by way of how hard they throbbed in her grasp, and how many spurts of precum soaked her arms or chest.

It was damn near heaven, really. All the wolfcock she could ever want, and she didn’t have to care about anything else. Ami wasn’t sure if she even had the capacity to care, anymore. She had become nothing but a toy to use and abuse. Their pleasure was entirely hers, too. So, as she bounced on one cock and got fucked by another, deep in her ass and her pregnant body, she clenched as hard as she could to make them feel as good as possible. Another gush of precum coated her tongue when the nameless wolf in her throat pulled out to let her taste it, and she did, purring with delight as the taste of pure lupine sex soaked into her tastebuds.

It didn’t take long at all before dual swelling knots were battering both of her entrances. Ami groaned, her voice muffled by the cock in her throat, but relaxed as much as she could to let them both into her. This was her favorite part. It was the reason her tattoos begged for knotted cock. Being fully claimed like that felt amazing, especially knowing that it was thanks to a knot that her slutty, worthless belly was full of beautiful wolf pups. She needed it. Her body demanded it, both the knot and every warm gush and spurt of cum that’d naturally follow.

The one under her tail pushed all the way in, and Ami gasped around the cock in her mouth. She fought to keep from squirming too much, though being totally stuffed had quickly become one of her favorite sensations.

She moaned for the camera. Of course it was all being recorded, just like all the times she was violated by a pack of wolves were! That way, even more of them could stroke themselves to seeing her utter degradation, when they didn’t have the time to come visit and use her for themselves. She tilted her hips so the camera from the side could see that one of the knots was in, and that the wolf in her pussy was grinding his swollen bulb against her lips, too, slowly seeking – and gaining – entry. The feeling was enough to make Ami wish she could already get pregnant again, because while there wasn’t much time left until she gave birth to her current litter, what else was her slutty body good for? She wanted to be so pregnant with wolf pups, incestuous or not, that she couldn’t even walk!

Another moan, captured by the cameras and microphones and sent to the dozens or hundreds of horny wolves that watched her every night. It was almost too much!

The one fucking her pussy forced his knot in, too. She welcomed both the pleasure and pain. Ami felt like she’d end up torn in two by how full she was, but then, one of the wolves – driven just as wild by the impossible tightness of her overstuffed body – groaned and twitched in her depths. She felt a burst of slick heat into her ass, or deep in her bowels anyway, followed by a multitude more sexy throbs and jerks of his cock. It only took a single clench of her pussy to send the other wolf inside her over the edge as well. He snarled, pushed deeper into her, and came. Another thick flood of heat poured into her cunt in pulses, and pregnant as she might’ve been, it still pushed her over the edge, into a squirming, whimpering, ecstatic release. Her body seemed to desperately want to suck up every gush of wolf-cum regardless of if it could conceive or not.

Not long after that flood – which leaked out, despite her best efforts to hold it all in, she just wasn’t tight enough after being stretched by so many knots – she felt the cock in her muzzle twitch and swell, too. Ami kissed his knot lovingly, knowing that she couldn’t let it into her mouth without choking, but still doing her utmost to show that beautiful part of wolf anatomy exactly how much she loved it. So the knot swelled, smushed against her lips, while her tongue danced over the wolf’s tip and underside, teasing out faster and faster squirts of precum, each of which tasted absolutely delicious, like champagne to the broken whore of a hybrid. It was quickly followed by a heavier throb; this one coated her tongue in thick lupine seed. Ami swallowed greedily, because that was her whole purpose in life, now.

“Good girl,” the wolf growled in the throes of orgasm, grinding deeper into her throat. “Swallow every fucking drop.”

She didn’t even need to be told. Even the thick, plentiful wolf-cum tasted like happiness to the broken hybrid slut. In a way, she dimly thought, she should be happy that this was how she had ended up, instead of having to try satisfying herself with the cocks of lesser species.

By now, Ami’s cleavage was sopping wet with precum, with the wolf fucking her swollen, milky tits quickly racing towards his orgasm as well. Just before he came – as much as Ami tried to squeeze her breasts around him to keep him right there, intimately pressed against her, he stepped back, aimed his cock at her breasts and came. The first rope of wolfseed splashed across both breasts; the second, as the wolf twitched with pleasure, landed on her heavily pregnant stomach instead. The rest, all across one breast or the other, leaving both streaked with sticky white, and Ami feeling so very sexy, feeling the heat soak into her fur. This, too, was one of her duties. Just being a rag so they wouldn’t have to clean up after themselves. She would, had her hands not been busy stroking another pair of wolves, have smeared the sexy cum over her stiff little nipples.

Before those two came, though, the wolf fucking her pussy pulled out, as did the one in her mouth, leaving her free to moan at the top of her lungs, and her dripping pussy ready for the next customer. Indeed, the instant he moved, another wolf – one of the ones she had been masturbating so eagerly – pulled out of her hand and moved between her legs, panting heavily as he angled his tapered cock at her sloppy entrance. Then he thrust into that mess without the slightest bit of shame, drawing another happy moan from Ami’s cum-slick lips.

This one was even bigger than the last. Almost as thick as Tony, whose cock she remembered fondly, fantasizing about it even now as another knotted shaft slid into her worshipful pussy. The one in her ass tugged on her tight hole before realizing that he couldn’t get out quite yet. The wolves always loved her until they came, at which point that usual distaste for hybrid species returned, and they just wanted to wash their hands of her.

Either way, Ami didn’t care. She giggled and moaned as the next wolf, this one with a scarred muzzle from what had to be dozens of fights, began to rut her, while stroking the last of them, even taking that last cock into her muzzle briefly to pleasure him more. That one, though, wanted to help paint her face and body rather than just feeding her his cum, and Ami was happy to obey, returning to rubbing his shaft faster and faster until his knot began to swell.

She posed, again, for the camera, now free to rotate her body to give the viewers that perfect, cum-soaked view of her pussy getting stuffed. She intensified her stroking of the second to last wolf, and sure enough, he didn’t take long.

“Come on stud, glaze my slutty tits,” Ami moaned as she felt him throb, and sure enough, he did just that. With a groan, a proud, thick rope of seed lanced from his cock and splattered over Ami’s heavy breasts. This one came even more than the usual virile wolf that she was blessed with the right to pleasure. The spurts kept coming, rich and warm, until her chest was a dripping mess, both generous mounds completely covered in ribbons of spilled seed. This time, Ami did smear it over herself for her audience’s viewing pleasure, rubbing the hot cum into her swollen nipples, and scooping up some of it to lick it off her fingers with another moan, as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. In a way, to her shattered mind, it was.

The wolf turned to the camera once his cock stopped twitching. “Man,” he huffed. “This slut really is a pretty fantastic fuckin’ sex toy. You should all visit her, not like she’ll say no,” he added with a dark laugh, and then wiped his cock clean – or at least dry – onto Ami’s fluffy cheek, against one of the few spots not yet covered in cum after the day’s ceaseless debauchery.

Then he left, leaving Ami with only two more wolves. The one tied with her ass, buried knot-deep in that incredibly tight and somewhat forbidden orifice that only really slutty girls let one use, and the one pounding into her cunt with almost rabid, obsessive thrusts, fucking her like a wild animal.

“Fuck, take it easy. I can feel your cock basically rubbing mine,” the former wolf grunted.

“Should’ve- should’ve thought of that before knotting a slut like this,” the latter replied. “Just a sec, gonna do that too. Smile for the camera, whore!” he added with a growl, grabbing Ami’s cheek and turning her to face the black lens that recorded everything she did for the audience online.

If her kids ever really got to know her – and she was carrying twins, as the doctor had told her, that was how potent Alex or whoever it was who had bred her was – they’d certainly have a fun time asking about it. Then again, every wolf in this place learned that cats, and even more than cats, hybrids, were completely and utterly worthless.

But maybe they’d want to practice fucking her once they were of age. She wasn’t really a person anyway, so it wouldn’t even be incest. She was just a toy, the same toy that their father had used when younger.

It sparked a kind of twisted, coiling black pride in Ami’s heart, and another lusty, wet groan escaped her as the second wolf tried to force his knot into her. The pressure grew, but after today’s fucking she was too loose to keep him out for long, even if she had wanted to.

Pop. And there it was: ecstasy. Ami cried out as the wolf howled in orgasm, driving himself as deep into her pregnant body as he could before letting his cum erupting out to the same beautiful rhythm as all the others. Twitch, twitch, twitch, he inseminated Ami yet again, filling her so much that the Maine Coon smiled at the warming sensation, as well as the knowledge that if she wasn’t already so heavily pregnant, she certainly would be after today. Just as she deserved to be, carrying another wolf’s bastard pups.

Everyone watched her take it all, every single one of those delicious, yet degrading little throbs, her pussy reduced to just a cum-catcher, an orifice, a hole for real men – wolves – to fuck and breed as they desired. Her own pride? Gone. She hadn’t felt it ever since Alex forcefully raped her, not really. It had truly broken her, and so that misguided pride that was the reason she had stayed in that horrible town no longer even existed. It was liberating, in a way. Darkly liberating. Her whole life felt like a madman’s dream or an unhinged art project, and every step of that felt totally normally in turn.

And that spiraling downward descent was being watched by everyone, whether perpetrators or other victims. And one of those watching pairs of eyes was Alex, of course. Her half-brother and the wolf who had set her down this path of self-destruction. If there was anyone who was guilty of willingly tearing down Ami both mentally and physically, it was him, and he felt no remorse.

But what the young, cruel wolf did feel was a somewhat alien feeling, alien if only for how out of place it really felt among all the other things he felt as he stroked his cock, watching Ami get reamed by countless strangers who she had never even met. It wasn’t quite jealousy, but it was uncomfortably close. Some kind of possessive hunger, a vague desire to own the frankly rather sexy hybrid Maine Coon. To put a collar on her and keep her as his toy, or even as his pet. No, she didn’t deserve it, of course. She was just a worthless hybrid.

Alex’s strong hand slowed down around his cock as he had to think through all those unwanted feelings. He had assumed that he’d be happy just watching the results of what he had done, maybe occasionally dropping by to use Ami again himself, but no – no. That wasn’t it. He needed something more than that. He didn’t want to share the fruit of his labor. Well, maybe not with strangers, who were scarcely worth much more than the hybrid they fucked. His hybrid, Alex thought, full of his pups, almost certainly. He’d still share her with Tony and whatever close friends wanted a go – Alex wasn’t a monster – but all these faceless, nameless wolves that showed up to make recordings without anything in the way of true passion or much of any emotion at all beyond a juvenile “get my rocks off” obsession, fueled by the very porn they were consuming?

Yeah. Not them. Alex sighed, and it was a growly, displeased sigh. He stuffed his softening cock down into his pants and glanced at the timer on the stream, where Ami was currently still receiving the stranger’s cum, pressure-injected deep into her pregnant womb. The fucker had knotted her, too, so it’d take a while, but in a few hours she’d be done streaming for the day, and maybe then, Alex would drop by to make their future streams a more private and intimate thing. Fuck, the fans would probably love it, anyway. Watching a real alpha wolf fuck his breeding bitch, instead of all this quantity over quality trash.

He quickly stopped by some other websites to look for one choice piece of attire that Ami would absolutely have to wear in the future. Wolves were quite nocturnal, thankfully, so not much closed for the night in the city, least of all the various, just about countless sex shops serving their various carnal obsessions and deviations. That suited Alex just fine. If he was going to turn Ami into his personal toy-pet-sleeve, there was only one thing he really needed. Well, maybe two. But he’d find both of those before the hybrid was even done exposing her sperm-soaked body to the world, and then… well, then he’d pay her a visit.

Twins. Probably one male and one female, that was what the doctor she had visited had told him after he asked. Hybrids didn’t get confidential treatment. That was how it usually went. Lucky coincidences, and all that. Regardless, they wouldn’t be considered hybrids anymore. Hybrids were half and half. Less than that was pure, if perhaps a little dirty in this case. Either way, Alex wanted to watch them nurse on the Maine Coon’s well-used tits. He was the one who she could thank for filling her belly, after all.

So that was that decided. But first he needed to go decide on which products to pick and then fetch them for his newest pet fucktoy.

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A few hours later, Ami was wrapping up her umpteenth fuck-session of the day. It was late enough that most wolves with jobs were headed to sleep, and that was the ones who needed the stress relief of using her. Groaning, Ami forced herself into a standing position and waddled over to the cameras.

“Good night from your worthless fuckslut,” she murmured, with a perverse affection, and then flicked the button to turn the camera off, stepping into the shower soon afterwards to regretfully clean off today’s bounty off her curvy, pregnant form. Had it been only about what she wanted, she wouldn’t have. Being dirty with wolf-seed was better than being clean. But her customers and fans preferred a fresh start to every session, so that they could pretend they were ruining an innocent cat rather than using a rather experienced, somewhat broken slut.

Ami let the warm – not hot, she couldn’t afford that – water cascade over her stained body, and groaned at the feeling of the warmth soaking into her sore muscles.

That was, naturally, given how much the universe loved coincidences, exactly when Alex entered her apartment again, using the key he the landlord had given him after he had fucked the hybrid into a sobbing, shuddering mess. He approached slowly; there was a little risk, however small, that Ami would not be happy about seeing him again. She certainly seemed broken enough, but Alex had learned to prepare for the worst.

He passed her cam setup, and on a whim, he flicked it on again, leaning into view. “If you’re still there, we’re going to have a little bit of a bonus feature tonight, for all you night owls,” he grinned his nasty grin, and then left the feed up as he followed Ami’s scent – and the sound of water – into the cold, ratty little bathroom.

Alex waited for her to finish showering, and then drying herself before he suddenly wrapped his strong arms around her waist.

“Surprise,” he growled. “Did you miss me?”

At first, Ami seemed to short circuit. She couldn’t get any words out as she froze, traumatic memories rushing through her head, though deeply intermingled with ones of pure, shattering pleasure. Unpleasant emotional echoes of degradation, in turn, mixed with those thoughts of how ecstatic being reduced to a toy had been.

Alex lifted her up, as even pregnant she barely weighed anything, and carried her to the bedroom, where her ever so slightly better bed – funded by the visitors and “fans” – awaited, with the cameras focused on it just as they had been an hour or so earlier.

“And there’s your surprise. Now I’m going to fuck her and make her mine,” Alex growled to the camera. “No more visitors. She’ll be my fuckpet, and the rest of you only get to watch at most.”

He imagined them being jealous about it, but paid the stream no further mind as he tossed Ami onto the bed, still stark naked, though at least the poor cat suddenly snapped out of her frozen state; it was the victimized part of herself, the one that liked how she had been ruined, that took control. Ami found herself spreading her legs, leaving herself wide open and vulnerable once again.

“Yeah? You missed your half-brother’s cock?” Alex laughed as he stripped, too. He took some delight in showing off how much bigger and stronger he was than the average wolf. First, his shirt came off, revealing his muscular upper body. Strong enough to hold this slut up by just her wrists, he mused fondly, as he unbuttoned and unbelted his jeans as well.

“Yes! I’ve missed your-” Ami began, and then stared, transfixed, as Alex’s heavy cock, the very length that had bred her full of wolf pups, flopped out. It was an angry red, and impossible not to look at. Or to worship like it deserves, Ami thought dazedly, drooling at the thought of it from lips both upper and lower.

There was a sensation. Something like an echo, an echo of pride and strength and anger, a breath of her former self. But that self was dead. Maybe. Maybe dead, maybe simply shattered into a thousand pieces, with the largest intact shard being the one she was now; a subservient, stupid knotslut. Ami was okay with that. She didn’t want to be anything else. Thinking about being an independent creature hurt.

She was fine.

She wanted this.

Didn’t she?

Yes.

Alex climbed into bed, and sat on his knees. He pulled Ami to him by her neck-scruff and roughly yanked her face next to his cock. She looked so beautiful, still. Broken, but beautiful. Yes, she had to be his, and his alone.

“Suck,” he commanded, but the word had barely left his muzzle before Ami was already obeying, stretching her jaws wide to take Alex’s thick shaft into her mouth. Tip first, which she lathered with tongue-kisses, and then the shaft, which her lips squeezed around, caressing and suckling as if he was the best thing to ever grace her lips. No, not as if. He was. He was the reason all of this had happened, and she loved him for it.

Her throat relaxed naturally around his cock, and it sank deep. Alex began to casually fuck her throat, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“That’s my good girl, rrh,” Alex groaned. “Good fucktoy. I knew I was right to go for you.”

Ami gurgled a vaguely approving moan as his cock throbbed in her mouth, squirting a gush of precum directly into her belly. Her heavily pregnant belly.

“But you know what I want more than your slut throat? That well-used pussy. You did such a good job at getting pregnant for me, now we just have to see how good a job you’ll do pleasuring my cock while already pregnant,” Alex told her, with no doubt in his voice. There was only that growling dominance that he excelled at. “If you do well enough, I’ll keep you all to myself. And that’ll be the most value you’ll ever hold to anyone, even yourself.”

She knew his words were true. Each and every one of them.

Hesitantly, Ami let her lips and tongue leave Alex’s cock as he withdrew, having established his dominant position firmly enough. Instead, with a snarl, he pushed her over onto all fours, and pulled her hips up for himself, leaving Ami’s leaking, puffy slit on full display. She looked just as she felt; desperately, deeply needy for her rapist’s cock, all of that former lupine pride having left her body along with the tears, leaving only a desire to numb the pain.

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Oh, I will. I’ll fuck that cunt of yours until you can’t stand up straight,” the wolf growled in response, and dug his claws into her broad, sinful hips, while grinding his cock against her folds. Her pussy twitched at the contact, as if her entire body simply couldn’t wait to be claimed again. Or perhaps it was instinctive fear that made her muscles tense. It made little difference for the wolf; he savored the reactions either way, letting his cock slip and slide against those soaked lips for a few thrusts and relishing how little resistance there was left in the hybrid. His half-sister, even.

In a way, he figured they were just as slutty as each other. Only he was dominant. He chose to be. And he would devour the poor kitty, in all but the most literal sense.

“Fuck, once you give birth, I’m going to knock you up with triplets,” he emphasized, in his usual deep bassy rumble, and then thrust into her in one sharp buck of his hips. “You’ll be my private fucking baby factory. My puppy mill,” Alex added, even feeling himself getting carried away. The cat was just so delicious with her thick, plush hips and her swollen belly and breasts. And better yet, she was so helpless, completely ruined by all the degradation and rape and perfectly eager to please. Broken? Fixed was the word that Alex would’ve preferred to use. She was exactly how he preferred his bitches.

He took her roughly. Not like Ami was going to protest; instead, the feeling of his thick shaft spreading her open almost violently made her moan out with twisted pleasure, and she thrust back, one hand clutching her pregnant belly and the other bracing against his thrusts as she impaled herself more deeply on his cock, so deep that the tip nudged against her cervix with a small twinge of pain. She loved it.

Alex neither held back nor slowed down, at least not on account of his current bitch being pregnant. Instead, he kept hammering into that wet, heated bliss between her legs while digging into the pocket of his discarded jacket to fetch the thing he had bought. A thin leather choker. It was plain black, though it carried on it a little metal plate that read Property of Alex.

“Do you want to be mine?” the wolf snarled, wrapping the collar around Ami’s throat but not locking it, yet. Instead, he let the leather tease the hybrid, pulling it tight against her neck as if to demonstrate what would follow, and reminding her of who she would belong to if she said yes. When Ami couldn’t reply with any coherent words, he continued. “Mine to rape whenever I want to? Mine to fuck my pups into the instant that slutty womb of yours is empty? Mine to share with the few I want to share with?”

He cast a glance towards the camera filming every moment. None of those guys would get to share. Only his closest friends and maybe his father, if Tony still wanted to fuck the Maine Coon after realizing that he was her father, too. He probably wouldn’t.

“And the rest of you can find your own hybrids to enslave,” he snarled, making sure the cameras caught every swing of his heavy balls slapping against Ami’s sodden entrance. Give them a good look of how a real alpha wolf does it, Alex mused, and then proceeded with hammering his cock into Ami’s slick, squelching embrace again. He was being pulled toward the edge rather quickly, but what male wouldn’t be, with such heated tightness milking their cock? He had already outlasted most of the strangers he had seen Ami take.

Harder and harder, until Ami was yelping meowing, struggling to keep herself upright, which was when Alex flipped her over onto her back. For a hybrid, she – owing in no small part to her massive, bouncy breasts, currently even more swollen with milk – looked rather stunning. Alex grabbed one breast with a rough paw and squeezed, and then tweaked her nipple until a trickle of white coated his fingers. He held it against Ami’s lips, and then cat early opened her mouth, letting him slide his finger between her plump lips. She licked up her own milk eagerly, though perhaps more due to simply not caring what it was that Alex fed her.

But she hadn’t answered his question, being too busy with moaning as Alex fucked her. Now, he waited with thrusting back into her.

“Do you want to be mine, cat? Or do you want to keep taking the cocks of strangers until you’re too old for them to want you, and then get thrown out on the street?” he growled, and Ami closed her eyes. It was as if she couldn’t quite say the words. Some misguided pride, perhaps, still lingered inside her.

“If you don’t say yes, I’m not going to fuck you anymore. I’m not going to breed you again. You’ll be less than a toy,” he added, with a mean snarl. “Wouldn’t that be terrible, when we know how much you love getting raped by me?”

He said that one word, rape, in the deepest, dirtiest growl he could muster. And for the last time, Ami thought of all of the events that had led her to this point and left her so mentally broken down that she seriously wanted to say yes to the despicable, cruel wolf. Did she want to be his? Did she want to belong to her rapist after all that he, and the other wolves in this deeply uncaring city had done to her?

After her employer has fired her despite knowing exactly what would happen? After all of the other companies in the city had declined her because she was a worthless hybrid? After her landlord had used her misery to gouge even more money out of her, indirectly forcing her into selling her body?

After Alex had come, that very first night, and raped her again and again, using her in every possible way and slowly crushing what little confidence and pride she had? How he had stolen every little piece of comfort and safety she had and replaced it with… nothing, except this gnawing desire to be accepted by him?

After what the dozens of other wolves had done, all of them using her without a care in the world? Tony violating her ass with the same attitude? Or after she had finally snapped when she had realized – or rather, been told – that she was pregnant, with nothing she could do about it?

Did she want to belong to him?

It was a preposterous idea. One last tear rolled down Ami’s cheek as thoughts of whatever life she could’ve lived flashed through her mind. It didn’t have to be like this, but right now, that was the only option. The best choice out of a lot of awful ones. And the only one that made her pussy clench with wet, needy desire.

“Yes,” she finally answered, with her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, as if her mind didn’t want to let her form that word. “I want to be yours.”

“Mine to breed, mine to use as I want, with no care at all about what you want? My toy, my pregnant slave?” Alex asked, hissing with desire as he once again nudged his swollen cock against Ami’s slick, yawning entrance.

“Yes,” Ami repeated. “All yours! Keep giving me your pups!”

“Alright,” Alex replied with a deep masculine satisfaction in his voice. “Then you’ll be mine.”

He grabbed the back of the collar and tugged it, nearly choking the hybrid as he yanked her head backwards, easily hard enough to leave a bruise on her soft skin. Her kissed her, though it was a hungry and loveless kiss of pure domination, with his strong tongue invading her mouth and subduing her own. And with a grim, lusty finality, he thrust deep back into her body, so deep, this time, that his tip jabbed against her cervix, knocking on the gate to her pregnant womb.

He had been rough before, yes. Brutish, even. But now there was nothing more to hold back. Alex knew that Amii wasn’t going anywhere if she’d willingly agree to be his property after everything that had happened. And so he thrust, harder, hard enough to make her heavy belly bounce along with her tits, into that slick, clutching orifice. Her inner walls clamped down around him, and Alex moaned a deep, throaty moan as he felt her clench around his yet unswollen knot.

Perhaps just as much as it was for Ami, the sex was a reduction. Only for her, it was into a toy, a fucksleeve, even a slave, whereas for the wolf it was into a wild animal. He surrendered to those instincts readily and eagerly, letting biology take over and guide his hips in their primitive, half-consensual mating dance. Ami might’ve already been pregnant with his pups and about to pop, but his cock didn’t care, nor did his balls, and she certainly didn’t care with that blissful lolling-tongue panting smile on her face, the last tear long since dried up and nothing else left except a horny mother-to-be slut.

Soon his hips were a blur, and Ami’s body fully just his toy to use. As much as he enjoyed watching her cry, this shamelessly begging whore with her leg hooked around his haunches, begging for his knot, was even better. It had taken some work to get here, but now that he was, he’d enjoy her. Again, and again.

This time wouldn’t last long, not after how long he had already been fucking her, before he had forced her to tell him what she wanted. He already felt the boiling, masculine pressure of seed needing to be let out in his loins, his heavy balls drawing tight against his body. Oh yes, in just a few seconds – Alex grunted – he’d properly mark her as his. Leaning over his newest toy, his teeth hooked around the collar and he pulled again, reducing the hybrid’s next moan to a wheeze. His claws dragged over her hips, leaving scratches that wouldn’t fade for a while, and his quickly inflating knot was pounding against her lips hard enough to leave them bruised.

“Mine, all mine,” he growled, under his breath. He pushed against her folds one last time, and howled as his knot popped inside her, leg raised just enough to make sure that everyone watching them on the website could see it happen. Then, and only then, did he cum, and it was a triumphant, raging orgasm, as he filled his pregnant bitch with a torrent of cum, what felt like gallons of it, in thick, warm spurts, in the same breeding ecstasy as before. That she was already pregnant didn’t matter.

And in that moment, Ami’s mind finally melted. She became that subservient pleasure-slave, incapable of even thinking of resistance, and broken beyond repair. It was almost like a liberation, a relief, and she came hard, squirting her warm juices around Alex’s knot as she writhed and thrashed in orgasm, surrendering fully to her master and owner, his to do exactly what he pleased with, forever, as long as she would keep receiving the warm gift of his seed, and whatever bruises and marks he wanted her to have.

It was the best orgasm she had ever had, and it seemed to go on forever.

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Ami laid on the bed that she had been given. It wasn’t an amazing bed, but it beat the dirty mattress she had lived on for so many years. It made her feel loved, in a twisted way, even though it had been given to her by the very person who had caused her all this misery. The very same person who was now between her legs, rutting hard into her wide-open cunt without a care in the world for her comfort, while her hungry wolf pup twins each clung onto their own bouncing, heavy breast. Their mouths were wrapped around her nipples, greedily drinking down her life-giving milk, and unlike the adult wolves, they didn’t care even a little bit that it was technically the milk of a hybrid.

The pups reminded her of her place in life. Perhaps not loved, but at least appreciated, by necessity, and by both her owner – Alex, savagely claiming her pussy again even though she hadn’t even gone fully into heat yet after the ordeal of giving birth – and her pups, who hadn’t received their names yet, eagerly drinking her milk so they could quickly grow up better, stronger, and most importantly, purer than her. Though each had some feline blood, neither would be considered a hybrid. At least not like her.

Her piercings had been put aside. It was pointless to keep them on with the pups constantly chewing on her sore teats, but Alex insisted that once they had been weaned from her milk, she’d always wear them. Well, the piercings and the collar. That was all she was ever allowed to wear, now. She didn’t even own clothes anymore, only whatever Alex decided to put her in when it was time to take her out, or to show her off. Usually very revealing lingerie, unless the weather was so cold that she needed more. It was alright. His home was warm, anyway. Not miserable like the worn little hole she had lived in while on her own. Inferior cats, much less hybrids, didn’t get to wear clothes, anyway.

Meeting Alex had been such a blessing, she thought, as he thrust deeper, eagerly fucking his rock-hard cock into her receptive hole in that constant quest to breed more puppies, to make her belly swell again and again as often as possible until she no longer could. Then, maybe he’d keep her as a trophy. Or maybe he’d toss her aside. Ami was fine with either. All the value she had was what others saw in her, nothing inherent like real people. She was only a toy to use and abuse and for wolf men to pleasure their wonderful cocks with. Her collar would always remind her of that, of how she was property.

She had a few new tattoos, too. Pull Here to Make Me Meow. A little silly, perhaps. But it was true, and Alex – along with the few other wolves like Tony who he shared her with – loved the pained, yelping meows she let out when they yanked her tail. And finally, two black wolf pawprints, one on each cheek of her ass, each with the words Grab and Here above and below them, respectively. Yet another symbol of how much she was to be used, and another mark to mock her long since broken attempts to resist.

Oh, Tony? He hadn’t much minded finding out that Ami was his daughter. Apparently, he didn’t believe that was any reason he shouldn’t fuck her, anyway. “Besides, it’s good father and son bonding, isn’t it? I mean, as far as he’ll be able to pleasure you at all once I’m done with you,” he had laughed. But Tony mostly used her ass and Alex, her pussy, so there wasn’t much competition between the two wolves, and either way, Ami didn’t personally care as long as her body pleasured everyone Alex told her to.

Ami wrapped her legs around Alex’s strong hips and pulled him deeper into herself. It was as if her womb thirsted for his seed, the first tingles of heat quite desperate to be extinguished. And nothing else mattered.