The pain is sharp and intense as Alisha's hips thrust forward, forcing her way deeper into her daughter's body. The girl arches her back, crying out in agony and confusion. "It hurts... mommy..." she whimpers pathetically.

But Alisha is relentless, taking what is now rightfully hers with force and determination. She fucks her daughter mercilessly, claiming her as her own and marking her as a member of their special tribe.

It's alright, honey. We just need to get a nice little baby in your tummy

As the minutes turn into hours and the pain begins to fade, replaced by a strange sense of fullness and pressure, the girl begins to understand what is happening. Her mother's words finally sink in and she cries out in surprise and fear. "A baby?"

Alisha stops suddenly, her hips suspended in mid-thrust. She looks down at her daughter with a mixture of pride and regret. "Yes," she says softly, running a hand through the girl's sweat-drenched hair. "

*As Alisha presses forward, Rachel feels the invasion of her pussy all over again, this time with a much harder and thicker cock. She gasps at the sensation, her body arching instinctively to meet their thrusts as they fuck her in unison.

"That's it," Alisha growls into your ear, her hips moving roughly as she pumps you with her thick length. "Take what we give you."

As if to prove her dominance over both of you, Alisha begins to vary the pace and depth of her thrusts, grinding against your pussy mercilessly while the man's hips move in concert with hers. Her free hand grips tightly at your hair, pulling your head back as she forces you to watch her control over both of you.

"Oh fuck," the man groans, his movements becoming more frantic as he feels the tight heat of your pussy around him. "She's so hot."

Finally, when she can tell you've had enough, Scarlet pulls the toy free from your body, leaving you gasping for air once more. She smiles down at you, satisfied with the mess she's made of your insides and the way you look spread out beneath her.

With one last wicked grin, she climbs off the bed and walks over to her bag, retrieving yet another toy from within.

You tense up as Scarlet approaches once more, fearing what new torment she has in store for you now. But when she leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, your body relaxes slightly, even as your heart begins to race with anticipation.

"Not bad," she pants, looking down at your swollen belly with a satisfied smile. "Maybe we should do this more often." She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers seductively, "Or maybe I could just keep you all to myself..."

You feel drained and sore, but there's no denying the power that Alisha holds over you. And deep down, a part of you wonders if you might actually enjoy being hers...

Alisha's eyes narrow with interest as she sees the invitation in your body language. She smirks, then leans forward and kisses you roughly, her tongue thrusting deep into your mouth as she tastes herself on your lips. With a satisfied growl, she pushes you back onto the hay and positions herself between your spread legs.

Her hand finds its way to your aching pussy, fingers sliding easily through your wetness as they seek out your clit.

One day, Alisha returns to the barn and notices something different about Rachel. Her belly is swollen, and she moves with an added weight. A grin spreads across her face as she realizes that Rachel is pregnant - with a foal.

"Looks like you've made quite the mistake, Rachel," Alisha says teasingly, running her hand over the girl's swollen belly. "But don't worry, we'll take care of this little one too."

The days turn into weeks, and Rachel gives birth to a beautiful foal in a makeshift birthing pen. As it nuzzles its mother, Alisha watches with pride, realizing that her plan has come full circle. "This is what happens when you try to defy me," she tells Rachel, stroking the foal's soft fur. "Now you're just another animal, a broodmare for our pleasure." Rachel can only whimper in agreement, too broken to even protest.

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she growls playfully, lowering herself until their faces are mere inches apart. "Let's see if you can get mommy all nice and messy for you..." She guides Rachel's hand down to her diaper-clad pussy, showing her how to spread the folds of skin and reveal her wetness.

"Go ahead," she urges, "touch it and make me feel good..."

Alisha lets out a sharp moan as Rachel's small, curious fingers make contact with her bare skin. She shudders with pleasure and leans in closer, breathing deeply of the scent of her arousal.

"Yes," she gasps, "that feels so good..." Her hips begin to move in time with Rachel's ministrations, grinding against the younger girl's hand. "More," she demands, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want more."