WARNING: If you're starting to get uncomfortable with this chapter please skip to the next one and save yourself the trouble this one's gonna get ugly
They both felt a sudden coldness in the air when hearing those words. Violet was shaking vigorously close to tears with Moo was fuming on the inside as if lava flowed through his veins.
"You want us to become . . . your breeders?" Moo felt a sharp stinging sensation at those words.
Miguel gave a malicious smile, "More or less."
Moo slowly arose from the bed, "If you think we're gonna let you use our children for this damn antidote, you're out of your fucking mind."
"See, I don't have much of an option," he kept pointing his gun at the two, "you're workin' for me now, Cobra's abled, Nicóle is my messenger, Lynx is the general of my army, and Sabrina's enanos are weak and simple-minded; as I said, no other options."
"But . . . if I-I get pregnant, what t-then?" Violet tried to ask through her sobs.
Miguel shrugged, "Well when they get up to six months or so I'll have to put'em down, dissect them, then extract the blood and organs into the rest of the antidote."
This only made Violet cry harder her face soaked in tears.
"I won't let you!!" Moo cried hugging Violet tightly, "she's not about to go that pain, she has a daughter. Stop this insane bullshit right now!"
Miguel narrowed his eyes, "Well that's too fucking bad because you're gonna have to make me one right now."
They both shot their heads up, "What?"
"You lay down," he pointed the gun at Violet.
She constantly shook her head, "No! You insane sick bastard—"
"Lay the fuck down, dammit!" he roared his finger on the trigger, "I don't have all fucking night."
She turned to Moo who also looked to be almost on the verge of tears. She saw he didn't want this as much as she did, he had promised her that he wouldn't her, ever.
But now he's forced to impregnate her at gunpoint.
"Get on top of her," he waved the gun at Moo, "now, son."
Moo looked back at him scrunching his nose while Miguel just laughed the gun remaining on him. He then turned to Violet who was still sobbing making his muscles freeze and his lips trembling at the sight of her vulnerable position.
"Violet . . . I . . . I," he stammered not even moving an inch.
"I-It's alright, Moo," she sniffled smiling weakly, "it's what we wanted in the first place, right?"
"But not like this!" putting his hands over his face, "I . . . I don't wanna hurt you . . ."
"I know you don't but I want you to live, for me, please, I . . . I love you."
Moo jumped at her words the first time she's ever said those words to him.
He began to burst into tears her words making it harder and harder for him to force himself on her, but Miguel was going to help him speed up the process.
"Get. On. Top," he got up walking towards him with the gun pointed at Moo's head, "or I'll kill her and I can find you another bitch to fuck."
He began to slowly obey crawling on top of Violet. Tears started to flow more when he saw her body shakily sobs and her best trying to smile at him to calm him.
"Vi . . ." he whimpered breathlessly.
She reached up and touched his wet cheek, "It's gonna be alright, Moo. Just petting l pretend it's our first night together."
He kept crying feeling the cold metal pressed on the back of his head.
"Now fuck her."
Moo unwillingly timidly pulled his pants and boxers with Violet tried not to stare at his large shaft. He felt terrible for it being erect he just wanted to cut it off at the sight of it.
He pulled down Violet's shorts, then her panties pressing his throbbing shaft against her entrance staring straight into her glossy eyes.
"Whatever happens . . . I still love you, Moo," she rasped.
"I love you too, sunshine."
And then he did it, he steadily pushed himself inside her. He wanted to pull out once he saw her groan in pain, his shaft going all the way into her womb, but was forced to keep pushing in the gun dug deeper into his scalp.
When he slowly began to thrust Violet only squirmed more in pain only making Moo act on impulse wrapping his hand around her neck to make her still. He was a bit surprised when he felt her getting wet at the touch but still whimpered at each thrust he gave her.
"Faster," Miguel hissed with his finger relaxing on the trigger.
He hesitantly began to speed up his pace, mostly because as he did Violet was starting to moan softly in pleasure. She knew that she shouldn't have felt this way but she just couldn't help it when hit in the right Moo was hitting.
His speed started to go faster without even noticing. He moved hands from her neck to underneath her shirt tightly grabbing her perky breasts playing with her nipples, then slithered down to her waist digging his nails into her soft pale skin. The touch started to alarm her and was almost too distracted by his constant increasing speed.
He hissed in satisfaction scratching down her sides starting to bleed. She yelped in pain but was interrupted by him smacking her across the face with backhand her nose almost bleeding.
Her eyes widened looking up at him wondering why he would do this kind of shit if he didn't want to hurt her. She shrank when looked into his eyes— or even were even the same eyes—and saw that he had become a whole another person with burning eyes, flaring nostrils, and his loud grunts that almost sounded the ones of a wild animal.
He wasn't even a person anymore, he turned into a complete sex monster.
His thrusts were becoming more painful with Violet hurting more than feeling her close orgasm. The bed started to bang loudly against the wall as Moo was becoming rougher by the minute. He kept growling and hissing when he got off on hitting and smacking Violet around fuming his energy.
"Moo, please stop it! This isn't you! This isn't you!!" she kept pleading, "I love you, Moo, I'll never stop loving you!!"
"Shut the fuck up," he roared going pushing himself deeper inside her.
She didn't fight back, she just kept yelling and bawling for him to stop but it was like talking to a brick wall. He only got faster and more violent by hitting her leaving a couple of black and blue bruises on her torso. He felt the shrilling sensation run through his veins falling on top of Violet, roughly kissing her neck, tightly grabbing hold of the mattress as her walls came closing in on his shaft ready to release.
Miguel only laughed at the blonde's suffering and brought even a bigger smile on his face when he realized that they would have to do this more often.
He jumped back when Moo roared out in pleasure finally releasing each of his seeds with a deep thrust with Violet yowling out at the pain. Moo pulled out leaving gallons of cum inside her with some spilling out from her swollen clit. He breathed heavily drenched in sweat rolling over beside a trembling Violet. His face started to soften as he started to grin at her but then turned into great amounts of regrets when he saw the dark bruises and cuts he made to her.
"What have I fucking done . . ." he breathed.
Violet turned him showing no signs of anger or hostility towards him. Instead, she weakly touched his hand pressing her forehead against his.
"Shh. . . shh, it's alright," she whispered softly too weak and sore to move.
Miguel looked at them and chuckled, "See? That wasn't so bad all you had to do was—"
He was interrupted by the door bursting wide open by a shoulder holding his newly wounded arm with a frantic expression.
"Sir, sir! We're being invaded!" he cried, "it's a whole damn warfare out there!"
Miguel ran his fingers down his hair almost panicking, "Shit, shit, shit! Go find Dixon if he's not out there, or if he is tell him to come inside!!"
He vigorously nodded running from the room.
Miguel turner back to the two who are clearly too wore out to move then cursed to himself knowing he had to be out there with the group.
He turned back and glared at them, "Don't you dare fucking move," he then ran out the door meeting up with the soldiers who were out.
The two didn't want to do what he said but they just remained still with Moo crying to himself and being too exhausted and Violet curled up feeling like her whole body was broken. Moo wrapped his arm around her getting close to her kissing her numerous times on her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry . . ." he kept apologizing quietly at each kiss.
"Moo, calm down," she wiped away some of his tears, "I told you, I still love you."