The sun was at it's high point in the sky, overseeing it's domain like an oppressive monarch. The heat was sweltering, sweat covered you from head to toe, dripping down in rivulets as you drank the last drops from your canteen.

You were surrounded by dusty, rocky ground, rocky hills, and dry brittle bushes and clumps of grass defiantly eking out an existence there.

A distance off vultures circled, some poor creature that had succumbed to the inhospitable landscape.

You were an explorer but had misread the map and were entirely lost. No one ever said you were great at your profession.

If you didn't find some shade and some water you'd be the vulture's next meal by the end of tomorrow.

Astoundingly, after cresting the next large hill, you were met with the most welcome sight your eyes had ever beheld. Water. In the distance a small glimmering blue river running through a a valley below the craggy hills. You were saved.

No time was wasted as you stumbled down the hill and into the valley, tripping over yourself as you made your way down. The river was a way off but nothing you couldn't handle.

The landscape slowly leveled out into a flat plain, gradually getting just a bit more lush as you closed in on the river.

You practically put your entire head under the water, after which you took gulps from hand and refilled your canteen. You... probably should have boiled it, but it looked beyond pristine.

More than just water, the river also provided a handy landmark that you'd be able to get your position from.

The crinkle of paper could be heard as you unraveled it, before a gust of wind suddenly took it away and dumped it into the water many feet away. It was gone. You just... stared at where the water had claimed it...

Well, you thought, you can always follow the water. Bound to find something eventually.

You turned around to grab your backpack and smacked right into the sweat slicked horse cock of a muscular woman.

The massive 7 and a half foot beast had somehow snuck up silently behind you while you watched your map abandon you.

She smirked down at you like a predator looking at prey that was both particularly easy and juicy.

The woman had a huge equine dick, one that swung and twitched as she looked down at you, it hung down in front of two massive orbs the size of your head. The musk rolling off of them was enough to almost make your knees buckle. She was covered in black fur below the waist, was equipped with a bull tail and ears, rock solid abs, huge biceps, large firm breasts with pierced nipples, a golden nose ring, and a pair of large bull horns.

Her skin was tan, kissed by the sun, she stomped a cloven foot before snatching you up to her face and sniffing you thoroughly.

"Raika finally found mate."

Her voice was rough and her English broken. Which made sense, her kind was said to live in isolated tribes, they sometimes wandered around when rut was strong and no suitable mate nearby.

You hadn't realized but you had entered her temporary rut-territory miles back and she had been following you, observing you silently, the entire time. Your scent was nice, and you were clearly too inept to ever be able to get away from her, you'd be lost. Honestly she was doing you a favor, you'd end up dead out here on your own.

It was decided after she saw you close up with your cute scared little face.

You would be her precious mate.

The first order of business was to drench you in her musk. You were plunged and rubbed firmly into her pits and massive sweat drenched nuts. The smell clung to your flesh and clothing.

After a thorough coating of her strong bullgirl pheromones you were hauled easily in the fireman's carry position back to her tribe, too scared to struggle.

In no time flat you were adjusting to life in your new home. Which mostly meant your asshole adjusting to the massive penetration brand new self appointed bullgirl husband, getting accustomed to being only allowed to wear a skirt like leather cloth so she had easy access, and being absolutely drenched in her overpowering musk at all hours.

Her cock was even bigger erect, it stood proudly, showing off the bars of a Jacob's ladder piercing set going up the shaft.

You could feel each one as they caught against your rim before slipping inside.

There was never a day without being thoroughly stuffed with over a gallon of cum, and never a breeding session when you weren't reduced to an unwilling quivering ball of moany orgasms and need. Her cock flared when she came, visibly throbbing under your skin.

You had tried to sneak away one night, but the cowbell collar she affixed to you woke her.

"Tiny dumb boy. Too harsh out there. Too fragile. Only safe with me. Belong under Raika."

You ended up face in the floor while she hiked up your garment and pounded you extra rough for over two hours, you spent the rest of the night with your face firmly in her armpit.

The next day you spent most of your time under her musky nuts, sitting on a cushion on the floor between her legs. Her balls rested on your head like a weighted blanket, the musk so strong it felt like it was seeping right into your brain.

"Soft brain mate needs musk pet training."

When you were done with your "training", dumb and limp, boneless and drunk on her scent, she slipped into you again, belly once more bulging from her size. You keened and arched into her thrusts this time, being a well behaved bitch for her.

She filled you multiple times before plopping out of you, cum tumbling out of you as she cuddled you, burying your head between her breasts.

When you think of an island what do you envision? A tropical paradise complete with palm dreams, warm sands, calm waters, the scent of tantalizing foods wafting along the shores as the sound of children at play dances in one’s ears?

Well, that was not the Channel Isles. No, The Channels were full of rough rocky shores, the smell of fresh caught fish dominating the air, wind that bit and howled, the crash of wave on stone, and frequent rains that soaked you to the bone.

Yes, you specifically, you lived here.

And, as most people did there, you made your living by subsisting on the bounty of the moody sea. You would row out on your small boat and cast your net wherever you thought there was food to be found. Luckily, you had no family to feed so you traded away the extra after eating or preserving what you needed for yourself.

Emeri, by contrast, was a merfolk, a merman to be precise, and he had always been warned to stay away from the humans and their nets, and he had listened to this advice diligently.

He had no way of knowing that he would find himself ill and caught by accident.

Caught by you when you had gone further out to sea than you normally would. He had no energy to fight back and his fever made him barely aware of what was happening to him. You were amazed at your discovery, a merman with shark-like characteristics.

Starting a bit above the hips his body was the tail of a fish, smooth looking and covered in the scales of a shark. You could tell he was sick just from looking at his face and pressing your hand to his burning head, his mouth was slack and open revealing two rows of sharp teeth, his long deep blue hair was all over the place, his dark emerald eyes half-lidded, and the skin of his human half was light blue.

Even sick he was beautiful, with a lithe build but with defined muscles.

Under the cover of night you took him back to your home on the shore, hauled him into a tub of ocean water, and carefully fed him and tended to him with herbs that you hoped would worked on a being that seemed at least half human.

And you hoped he lacked a taste for the flesh of humans.

After a few days the fever broke, he remembered everything you had done for him, originally worried you’d hurt him but he was powerless to escape. But to his surprise you tended to him with more tenderness and care than anyone of his own species was likely to have.

You treated him like one of his kind would only treat a beloved family member or perhaps a mate.

The merman, who’s name you learned when he shared more about himself, was very grateful and surprisingly friendly. But something dark and unknown was festering in the depths beneath his jovial exterior.

Emeri was taken back to sea in your boat, not wanting him to just go in from the beach and risk being seen. He stayed near enough that whenever your boat cast out you were sure to see him, he helped you find fish spots and herded fish into your nets, he developed a larger and larger obsession over you. You always shared your catch with him.

One day the shark-man led you further than usual and then further still, promising a hearty school of large fish. When you were close enough to where he wanted you he took control of your boat and pushed it to the cursed isle that your people avoided like the plague. No one would be coming here to happen upon you.

Your shouts of protest went ignored as he beached your vessel, pulled you out, then smashed your boat to bits so you could never leave him.

The island had fresh pools of water that you could drink, caves for shelter along with an old hut, and enough fish around and timber for fires to cook, everything you needed for survival. And his tail was long enough that he could slither about and drag himself around on land, as long as he did not leave the water long enough to dry out.

“Sorry about that,” he said in a chipper tone as if apologizing for something trivial, “Now we can be mates without ever being disturbed!”

You were shouting, cursing, asking him why he would do this, but something made you go silent and back off.

As he pulled himself from the water his toothy grin sent chills down your spine.

Without warning, he launched himself at you, pulling your close off roughly and flipping you into the sand before mounting you as you struggled beneath him.

Two slimy cocks had emerged from his genital slit, large and musky, they pressed insistently at your entrance before slipping into you. Once they found their target he pounded into you with the brutish roughness one would expect from a shark merman.

You whimpered in a torrential mix of pleasure and pain as his cocks rammed into you as he bit various parts of your body. His sharp teeth pricking your flesh enough to draw blood but not do any real damage.

Emeri licked the blood, sucked, and bit at your back and neck as he fucked into you at an increasingly desperate pace. He moaned at your delicious taste as you moaned at the delicious way his cocks filled every inch of your insides.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So good. So good.”

He slowed his pace, stopped, and plunged in as deeply as he could, getting his thick cum as far into you as he possibly could. He unloaded himself and filled you so much that your belly bloated with his seed.

You were a sobbing whimpering mess, all pain long since melting into pleasure and fucking you free of your senses.

Emeri immediately flipped you over to face him and began pounding into you anew. He licked up your beautiful tears and drool, bit your neck and chest, kissed you deeply. He couldn’t stay out of you, you came many times as did he, but he couldn’t quit fucking you until he was entirely spent entirely spent. He took you to one of the caves that connected to the sea and had plenty of moisture for him, he cuddled and bathed you while you babbled incoherently, cum leaking from your stretched hole for a long time until you were finally mostly emptied out.

For Kaelin, it was another dreary day. Hopeless and meaningless. He hauled himself out of bed and dressed himself in some low rise skinny jeans that showed off his pubes, panties, and a crop top that showed his flat belly and happy trail. The crop top was of course black and adorned with small skulls.

He finished his look with black nail polish.

It was a lot of effort to look like you cared so little.

The only thing good in his life, the one thing that made him smile, was his farmer neighbor. You.

His horns rested against the window as he looked for you. You weren't out yet. He sat on the edge of his bed and grabbed your sweaty undies, holding them to his face as he inhaled the scent.

He had stolen them the last time you had left the house. Hopped right into your window. You needed to be more careful. If you weren't, someone really sick could go right in your home and do god knows what. Luckily, you had him watching your home all the time.

He slid over to the window as his sensitive bull ears twitched, picking up the sound of your door opening. He watched you as you slowly went through your organically raised crops inspecting them.

The bull imagined it was your crotch he was huffing and not the fabric he still held up to his nose. He pulled his large equine cock from his pants and tugged it while sniffing your clothes and watching you intently.

He wanted your hands on it, wanted it to be your tight human hole he was filling with cum. Instead he had toblick up the mess he had made in his hand.

Kaelin struggled to get his cock, even flaccid, back into his pants. Then he made his way to the door and went out to "check his mail." Of course he just wanted to wave hi to you and maybe try to catch your eye with his increasingly revealing clothing.

Oh gosh. You were actually walking over to him.

"Howdy, neighbor! I had extra ingredients and baked you an apple pie. Pink lady apples of course. The best baking apple. Grew them myself..."

As you prattled on about the best baking apples and your pie baking secrets Kaelin happily took the box with the pie. Another gift from his sweet bubbly farmer.

He smiled at you dumbly until you said bye and left all too soon. He frowned as you walked away then risked staring a moment as you went about tending to your large patch of sunflowers. Then he watched you from inside while he slowly ate the most wonderful pie in the world, carefully savoring every perfect crumb.

You were none the wiser as you merrily watered your bright flowers. It was such a lovely day on the farm and nothing could ruin your mood! The bees were buzzing, the butterflies were fluttering, and everything was going so well.

Before he met you such a scene would have made Kaelin sick to his stomach. But now it just made him fluttery.

You had to leave to go get some additional seeds for succession planting, he got excited as he saw your truck drive down the road and towards the nearby town.

Kaelin immediately made his way out of his home and over to yours, popped the screen out of your window, and made his way into your home. He went for your bedroom, a room that he could navigate to in complete darkness despite having never been invited into your home.

He pulled your pillow to his face, inhaling the scent that was purely you before he started grinding into it while imagining it was you he was humping into.

The home invader was tempted to whip out his cock and just fuck your pillow but he didn't want to leave musk or cum behind as evidence of his guilty pleasure.

Kaelin left before his lust made him do something more risky and resolved to ask you out soon. He was normally nonchalant and unbothered by anything but the thought of rejection really made him nervous.

The yearning he felt for you was stronger than the fear of rejection though.

The next day he approached your door. He had hardly slept at all in anticipation of what he was about to do. He went to your door and made himself knock, fighting back the urge to run off. He took a deep breath. The worst thing that could happen was the word no. And why would you say no? You were so sweet and he was pretty good looking and always nice to you.

When you opened the door he forced the words out, confessing his love to you, baring his soul with flowery words and elegant poetry.

He handed you a note that read

“Uh, I am so so sorry Kaelin! I am just so busy on my farm and don’t really have much time for a relationship! I hope you understand.”

He just mumbled out that he understood and slowly trudged his way back to his home.

He thought he had known depression and despair, thought he would be prepared for rejection, but this new pain was worse than anything he had ever experienced. It was like his entire future was smashed to bits, all the plans he had made in his mind involving the two of you.

What had gone wrong?

His sadness filled mind clung to what you had said. You were just too busy. That’s what it was. You were stressed out by your farm. The pressure must have been getting to you, hidden under your bubbly demeanor.

He had to show you that he could help you. That he could lighten your burden instead of adding to it.

The bull thought of all the ways he could help you on your farm. He worked from home and had plenty of time he could utilize to help you. Your yards were beside one another too and you could even use his to expand your farm a little.

And then he entered the strongest rut of his life, his hormones and mating instincts were driving him damn near feral, and he had a different sort of idea for what to do to de-stress you and prove to you that you needed to be his. He should satisfy you sexually and fuck you non-stop to prove his prowess.

Denial and rut made a potent combination in the delusional bull.

When he barged into your house with a crazed look in your eye you were terrified, more so by the massive bulge in his pants making his intent known.

“Think you can act all happy and flirty with me and take my heart and not have to deal with the consequences? I’ll show you I’m the only mate for you, sunflower!”

You ran into your bedroom and locked the door but he ripped it right off the hinges and cornered you. He hated seeing that look of fear on your face and even in his horny state he still made attempts at soothing you, though they did nothing to help.

He ran his broad tongue across your face, making long slow stripes up your face. Then he nuzzled into your neck, nibbling gently and licking there too. He had to settle his ray of sunshine down, but it was clear what he was doing wasn’t helping. Maybe you’d feel better when you were bouncing on his dick. You’d love his dick, he was sure of it.

He peeled away your clothes slowly, trying as hard as he could to contain himself and not do anything to hurt or scare you further. Then he shed his own pants and panties and tossed them on the ground, revealing an intimidating cock with a Jacob's ladder set of piercings, before pushing you down on your back against the bed.

Your face was met with his musky horse cock, he pressed your face to it, grinding against you finally, so much better than your pillow or dirty clothing. He rubbed your face down his shaft before smothering you with his musk-soaked balls. He grunted loudly, his musky sweat smearing your face, making you reek of him, marking you in the most primal way and denoting you as his property.

You writhed and sputtered, the smell flooding your nose and making you dizzy, lighting an involuntary heat between your legs. It could almost be described as drug-like, definitely an aphrodisiac. Under the power of his pheromones your fear and worry melted away, you began nuzzling into his large pillowy sack and cock.

Kaelin caressed your face, looking down at you as he bit his lip. He needed to get inside you.

The pheromones had made you much less tense but you’d need a heavy amount of lube to take a cock as big as his. Luckily it produced its very own supply.

Precum welled up at the tip of his cock and ran down in thick beads, he took several gobs of the viscous fluid into his hands and massaged it into you eagerly, slowly slipping more fingers into you, wiggling them around inside you making your breath hitch when they hit just right.

When you were lewdly moaning, capable of taking four of his fingers, and dripping with his precum he knew you were ready. He lathered up his cock with his own fluids, lined it up with your well massaged entrance, and pressed himself into you firmly.

You practically saw stars. It didn’t hurt too much but the sudden intrusion was jarring nevertheless, you were definitely rearranged internally.

It took a moment for you to adjust but once you had you relaxed and he began thrusting slowly, pushing and pulling you on the bed with each movement. Your moans began to fill the room, mingling with his rough groans.

Kaelin wished that he had done this much sooner. The way you felt around his cock was simply indescribable. The heat, the tightness, your every twitch and shudder. All too soon he found himself filling your belly with a large load of smelly bull seed and continuing without pause right into another round.

He plunged in deep, causing your stomach to bulge out with the taut outline of his flared cock. He grabbed his cock through the bulge it made in your flesh and jerked himself off, using you as the perfect living fleshlight gripping his dick perfectly. He came again from this in record time, the stimulation unlike any he had ever experienced before.

Then he pulled out of you with a loud squelch, eliciting whines and whimpers from your needy form. You hadn’t gotten to climax yet and you needed that sense of fullness back inside of you. You wouldn’t have to wait long.

The femboy sat on the bed and pulled you over to him, lowering you down balls deep onto his thick cock. He pounded into you harder and faster than he had earlier, taking you and pulling you down with every push up into you. You gasped with each movement and his balls smacked hard into you as he satisfied his rut in you.

Kaelin lasted much longer this time after pumping his quicker loads into you, but when you practically convulsed in rapturous bliss, moaning his name so loud he could imagine the neighbors half a mile away could hear it, he filled you again.

For a while he just held you there close to him, warming his cock as cum leaked down it out of your hole, occasionally licking at your neck with that strong tongue of his. When he peeled you off of his cock a massive amount of semen dripped out, soaking your bed, you probably would have been rather annoyed but pheromones were still coursing through your system and you had been fucked to the point of total exhaustion.

You couldn’t even form a single word let alone complete sentences.

“Umm ugh hm…”

“Yeah, I love you too, sunflower~”

That didn’t stop Kaelin from interpreting what you said however he wished though.

He pressed a kiss to your lips then took you into your bathroom with him, setting you on his lap in the tub as he went about cleaning you up. He had to stop himself from taking you again and getting water everywhere. He figured there would be plenty of time for that once he moved you in with him. A process he started the second you fell asleep after the two of you were washed.

You and your closest friend in the world, Eldin, were horribly destitute. You were failed members of the Adventurer’s Guild and it had been weeks since your last successful contract. And there were no easy tasks left on the guild board.

You shared a ragged tent in the woods when you needed to sleep. You had been trying to find food in the wilderness. Your bellies rumbled, edible grasses and a few scant roots had been all your stomachs had known for days. Better than what you could have found in the city you supposed.

But a week of festivals and holidays would soon be upon the great city, Askai. Soon every inn would be full to bursting, every market stall would be flush with exotic wares, the smell of hot honey cakes, blood sausages, roast chicken, racks of lamb and sizzling slabs of bacon would fill the air, travelers far and wide would crowd the streets and taverns.

Heavy was the promise of quests and adventure. And with them so too was the promise of coin. Surely the two of you could find some task within your abilities! If nothing else the two of you weren’t above collecting dropped coppers from the ground, or food... if it really came to it…

As you made your way to the source of your hopes you got lost trying to find the main road.

It was entirely the fault of Eldin, who had grievously misread the map. The two of you remained silent, not wanting to waste the energy on words and not trusting your mouth not to speak cruelly in anger at Eldin’s mistake.

After trudging for days, subsisting off of accumulated dew, and a few berries that luckily held enough juice to sustain you, you smelled meat roasting and saw a thin stream of smoke raising like a hand to the sky. It beckoned the two of you.

Neither of you were in a state to deny the temptation.

The smoke and smell led you to a large clearing surrounded by an open fence, in the center was a massive cabin. Far too large for human or elf.

Just as you had that thought a massive man, over 8 feet tall, came from behind the tall fence. His height was not the only thing frightening about him. He was a living wall of muscle, with a bit of pudge covering it, his ears were pointed like the elves, his thick faintly pale pink shaggy hair came down to his chest, a massive wooden club was fastened to his belt, he wore a northern style fur waist cloth with nothing underneath and from your viewing angle you could see a girthy cock swinging between his legs, but his most striking feature was his eye.

He had but one large eye, his iris bright red and demonic.

“Ah Joren! I thought you had ran off with the deposit for the pleasure slave and would never return!”

He hurried the two of you into his clearing and rushed into his cabin before returning with a bag clinking full of coins. Clearly he took Eldin for someone he had done some… business with.

“You’re a bit late and weren’t great about communication, but you returned with the goods so here is the rest of the coin!”

“Oh, uh, I sent a bird of course, but there are always hawks preying on the pigeons, you understand!” Eldin lied, shifting on his feet anxiously as he eagerly took the coins.

“Well, I have urgent business to attend to,” he put his hand on your shoulder apologetically, “I have to be going now, treat the purchase gently and be sure to feed them soon, the journey was perilous!”

He made a speedy retreat with his new found wealth. You stood agape as the cyclops closed the gate behind your best friend, trapping you in an unknown hell in exchange for gold. Hopefully he would perish lost in the forest.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry! I am sure Joren told you that I am in need of a relationship and not just sex. You’re my partner, I won’t hurt you!”

You were in shock and remained silent, staring up at the goliath with his substantial member peeking out. How could anyone of your size ever hope to take such a man? The notion of an attempt unnerved you greatly.

Despite your ample anxiety and the way it curdled your stomach you could not help but forget it when a slab of gravy coated meat was presented in front of you with a side of steamed broccoli and a large baked potato topped with a pad of butter and chives. All this set upon a human sized table with you sitting upon a similar proportioned chair.

Evidently your unnamed “host” knew how to cook and had made preparations for your stay, getting appropriate furniture for your size.

After you ate your fill the anxiety crept back, though maybe he would be careful with you since he had gone to such lengths to make you comfortable. Even so, you still had no intention on being a “pleasure slave” for this blue mountain of a man.

“I’m Rorn, by the way! I realize I had forgotten to say… don’t know if Joren did,” the cyclops boomed. He was far to chipper, in stark contrast to your understandably

Averting your gaze timidly, you muttered your name, not having it in you to look at the monster for any longer than a passing glance.

Without warning he pulled you into his lap, slipping off your clothes and ignoring your feeble struggles. You had eaten, but it wasn’t enough to restore the strength that had fled you in the past several weeks of hardship and squalor. And truth be told, even if you were returned to your peak you’d still be as a mewling kitten before the might of Rorn on his worst day. And it wasn’t his worst day.

He easily slid out of his meager clothing, but slipping into you would take some work.

You would have to be relaxed, for one thing, and you certainly weren’t.

Rorn rubbed your thighs, stroked your cheek, rubbed between your legs as gently as he was able. But nothing was working. But that was okay. He had wanted to spill it all inside of his newly acquired mate, but he was sure he’d have more than one load for you.

Like all cyclops, his cum was powerfully arousing. He knew it, but you did not.

When he started stroking his hard cock, almost at eye level as it rested between your soft thighs, you began to relax a bit thinking he had given up on sheathing it inside of you.

As he got closer to his release the smell of his musk got stronger, he thrust weakly between your thighs and into his hand, and he barely contained the sounds of his pleasured grunts.

Before you knew what was happening a massive torrent of thick, hot, sticky pale pink fluid covered you. It smacked you in the face by the gallon then slowly dripped down your entire body and onto the cyclops on which you were seated.

It got in your eyes, mouth, and tingled your skin wherever it touched. Though just a bit in your mouth would have been enough to cloud your thoughts and bring you to your knees, kneeling before the strength of your arousal.

You wrapped your arms around his still leaking cock, unable to think of anything other than getting off.

Not like that, my dear,” Rorn laughed.

He put his hand under you and rubbed his potent cum directly into your crotch, massaging it in, making sure your entrance was as relaxed as possible before he slowly added fingers, then replaced them with a large toy he had gotten to prep his human.

When you were stretched as well as you possibly could be, with anything other than his mighty cock, he pulled the toy from you with a lewd plop. You whimpered, even started crying. You were so aroused that it hurt. It was almost like a fire had been lit inside you and only the feel of something fucking you could hope to calm the raging flames.

“Shhh. Calm down. No need to cry!”

The cyclops plopped you right down on his cock, it had remained rigid the entire time his toy had been buried inside of you. He was happy to replace it. The feel of your ass against his crotch, his balls bouncing as he thrust up into you, the slick embrace of your insides around his length.

Nothing could compare. He was convinced heaven was a place deep inside you that he was currently inside of, your body the entrance to it.

You bounced as if feral, not of a mind enough to make it in time with his mind shattering movements into you. Not of a mind to do anything but seek sexual release. The cum he had drugged you with wasn’t something that helped orgasms come easily. It made other races keep up with their cyclops mates. And even when you came it was not enough to sate you.

On and on you went. As did he, filling you with load after load after load. You fucked yourself to sleep right on his lap. You leaned against your new husband, snoring loudly and resting well for the first night in a very long time. He wasn’t very sleepy, but he was content to warm his cock inside you for a few hours while you got some much needed rest.

Rorn couldn’t wait until you woke up. He was smitten. You were just as Joren had described, a bit quiet but willful. But so cute. He wondered what hobbies the two of you would enjoy together. Did fucking count as a hobby? He imagined you would do that plenty. But he also liked cooking, gardening, and hunting. Though he probably wouldn’t take you beyond the fence until your feelings for him matched his for you.

The cyclops peeled you off his cock slowly, though you did not stir. Rorn supposed you were still tuckered out from your trip to him and all of the sex. Fuckered out may be a better word to describe it, he mused. He chuckled at his pun.

Dr. Brauer was your therapist and psychiatrist, he knew exactly what you needed. What you needed, according to him, was a weekend getaway at a large cabin he operated for group therapy. A retreat for anxious people to be among their own kind and slowly come out of their shells all in the rejuvenating fresh valley air.

It sounded lovely. Like the perfect way to de-stress. But it was a facade. Once he had you there you found that you were the only one there.

“They are just running a bit late and you’re a little early, how about you come on in and have some tea, I just made some. Nice and warm!”

You had a cup and got really sleepy, impossibly so, you nodded off and didn’t wake up until hours had passed. You didn’t recognize your surroundings. You were in a plush bed surrounded by soft pastel colors. Half of the room was split with iron bars like a jail cell and you were trapped inside.

You also found yourself collared and chained to a wall, letting you roam your cell and the bathroom in it but no further even if it was open.

Dr. Brauer quickly made his love and intents for you known, everyday fucking into your tight hole lick clockwork. Cuddling you, kissing you, cleaning you. It was practically ritualistic.

But he was a psychiatrist, and he was used to giving you a prescription. 100Mg of Venlafaxine ER was your medication. Since he took a lot of vacation time and had forgotten to get your meds he had to get creative.

Luckily he had a 300mg prescription for Venlafaxine ER himself. And he knew that 5 percent of the active ingredient along with 29 percent of unconjugated ODV, the major active metabolite, passed through in the urine. 1/3. Which was your dose!

In his warped mind it was clearly meant to be!

So every single day he slid his cock into your mouth and let forth a torrent of piss right down your throat, making sure you swallowed every salty drop. You wanted to spit it out but he was fucking insane and you learned that if you put up too much fuss instead of using your mouth he’d use your ass as a urinal instead, slipping in a butt plug to keep it in for a while, as apparently it absorbed certain things pretty well

Even when he began to work a few days a week he still insisted on the ritual of feeding you your medication by personally “making” it himself.