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So, thank you very much to that lovely commissioner for doing so.\n\nI hope you all enjoy! I wouldn't consider this the \"end\", either. I could make a third. Or an epilogue, perhaps. We'll see what happens!\n\nAs always, please drop any and all comments below - I really appreciate all of them, and I love replying to you all.\n\n\nIf you have any spare change, I could really use some donations on my ko-fi. It really helps keep me alive. Check it out here: https://ko-fi.com/thepaydaywolf", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Undercover returns!

Many may have waited quite a while for this sequel, but here it is!

It came as an anonymous commission too, to help speed along the sequel process. So, thank you very much to that lovely commissioner for doing so.

I hope you all enjoy! I wouldn't consider this the "end", either. I could make a third. Or an epilogue, perhaps. We'll see what happens!

As always, please drop any and all comments below - I really appreciate all of them, and I love replying to you all.


If you have any spare change, I could really use some donations on my ko-fi. It really helps keep me alive. Check it out here: https://ko-fi.com/thepaydaywolf", "writing": "Sophie’s body felt a little cold as she was carried away - trying to maintain her breathing at a calmer pace, despite her heart beginning to beat faster. Obviously the bag over her head was to be expected, considering the Breeding Boys weren’t ones to just let their fresh captures tattle on safehouse locations once they were back on the streets… but, still, the fact she couldn’t see a damn thing was definitely quite alarming. The grasp on her body was tight - but not painful. Obviously, if she tried struggling then there’s no doubt the grasp would grow harder, maybe even an extra pair of paws trying to restrain her… but there was no need for that. From what they knew, she was here willingly - wherever “here” actually was.\n\nThe walk seemed to take quite a while, but whoever was carrying her didn’t appear all that strained by her bodyweight. Of course - besides her plump rump and decently modest chest - she didn’t actually weigh all that much. But some constant nagging deep inside her brain gave her some worry - these were the Balderg City Breeding Boys, specializing in one thing… something that would easily cause her belly to weigh a lot more.\n\nShe tried to shake the thought. Maybe she could get in and out without anything of that sort… happening. After all, she had a boyfriend - Bobby. Oh god, how would she explain to Bobby if she came back as a fresh mother of… who knows how many litters. It could be only one, or a hundred… it all depends on how long this mission took. Considering her… affliction… if she was trapped here for any length of time longer than a day or two, there was practically all but a guarantee she’d come out of this experience pregnant. Hopefully she wouldn’t return home with a belly full of wolf pups that weren’t his…\n\nOkay, okay, get your brain under control Sophie! She chastised herself as her tail wriggled in a mixture of fright and apprehension. It didn’t help that she was completely naked in this guy's grasp - although the air around her wasn’t that cold. Her nipples were still stiff however, either from her nudity or from the treatment she’d received in the car ride here. She could be being taken to some sex dungeon right now, where she’d be chained and used as a breeding sow for the rest of her life, forced to grow countless generations of new criminals for the Breeding Boys empire…\n\nSophie, stop it! She shuddered a little, which prompted the guy carrying her to lean down and softly whisper to where her ears would be without the bag - “Hey little slut, you’re gonna be fine. We take good care of girls like you… after all, you’re a special one!” he reassured her… if such a thing could count as reassurement.\n\nFinally, they came to a stop - Sophie could hear movement around her, and she was finally put down on the ground - her paws feeling the cool tile below her. Was she in a bathroom, maybe? About to be cleaned before being dressed up and sent off somewhere? If so, she hoped the detective force would be able to keep track of her… hopefully they even knew where she was right now. Oh god, that was a thought… what if they’d lost her? Could she ever escape, then? She was told she’d have access to some embedded operatives, who could give her valuable information from the force - and who she could relay any information back to that she collects about the inner workings of the Breeding Boys… but what if those operatives never materialised?\n\nJust as she was about to chastise herself again - the bag on her head was ripped off, causing a rush of brightness to invade her eyes. She screwed them shut as her eyeballs stung, but thankfully the effect didn’t last that long - and she was able to open them again.\n\nShe was not in a bathroom.\n\nInstead, she stood naked in some very fancy looking hallway. Pillars of marble rose up to a beautifully crafted ceiling, expensive-looking rugs covering the pristine, polished floor. Around the room, guards stood with weapons at ease - they mingled a little, chatting together or using their phones. Clearly nothing much happened in this room for them to be needed… but, obviously, they were there as a way to defend… something. Sophie’s eyes followed a fancy staircase up one end of the room to a carved-oak double-door. If she had to guess, and she was usually quite good at this, she’d wager that they were guarding that room up there from any intrusion.\n\nOne thing she quickly noted was that beside her own nudity, all the guards were bottomless - showing off impressive knotted cocks with sizeable testicles to match. She looked around the room - all the guards here were canines of some sort. Dogs, wolves, all different breeds and colours - but canines all the same. That was… interesting.\n\nThe guards closest to her were obviously eyeing her up - and she met their gaze a few times, but none of them looked away from her in any sort of shame at all. Instead she just felt a blush forming on her face as her gaze angled downwards to their excited manhoods, softly twitching and drooling as they devoured her in their minds. Ugh… these canines were better described as pigs - but she couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe she should play her part, too. She was supposed to be a prostitute, right? So act like a slut, otherwise they might get suspicious…\n\nUgh…\n\nIt was embarrassing, degrading and humiliating - but Sophie brought her paws up to her tits and gently jiggled them in front of one of the guards. He clearly enjoyed the show - his cock growing a little more excited, twitching in delight as he hungrily devoured the sight. She flashed him a grin, with an accompanying wink - before aiming at another guard, repeating a similar move.\n\nWhile she whored it up, teasing the guards like this, the oak double-door opened, and a few males exited. These too were canines - but the way their fur had that brushed, refined look about them… the way they walked, their bodies littered with expensive looking accessories… they looked important. She watched as they began to descend the stairs, most of them training their eyes on her - which caused a soft shiver to ripple through her body. She didn’t know whether to move closer to them or not, but decided to stay here for now - letting them approach.\n\nShe actually did such a good job of focusing on being a slut for the guards, that she was caught out by a paw suddenly gripping her arm tightly - bringing her to a stop and spinning her around to face the group of “importants”. The little jump she made as she was grabbed was genuine - which probably helped sell her cover. At least, she hoped it did - Sophie really hoped she would be able to maintain it… she had never been caught out before, but this mission? This mission was… much, much different than the others that she’d taken before - and, most likely, this one would be a hell of a lot harder.\n\nShe made eye contact with one of the group - who gave her a sickeningly lustful smile - he was really enjoying this. They all were, in fact. It was quite obvious with their cocks trembling with delight, oozing some thick looking precum down their shafts. Sophie surmised that it was… cultural inside this place to be bottomless, at least if you were male. She had a sneaky suspicion that any females here would be fully nude like she was. In fact, this was the first time the thought of her location had properly entered her head:\n\nWhere the hell was she?\n\nShe felt some force being applied to her, and she moved in tandem with it, without saying a word. She didn’t need to, and neither did the important group. They began to lead her away, and Sophie glanced at the guards she’d been toying with - who looked suitably downcast at having their entertainment taken away. It gave her a slight satisfaction inside… they were probably used to taking advantage of the poor girls who come through the doors, turned into sex slaves, drugged up whores, orgasm addicts…\n\nOh god, what would they actually do to her?\n\nAnother important question, and again one that was unable to be answered. Of course, Sophie could have plenty of educated guesses… likely involving sex and most certainly breeding. That thought made her feel a little cold inside… it was only now, being led away by these awful criminals who made a living off of sexual exploitation of women, that she realized just how big of a hole she was trapped in.\n\nShe really should have tried arguing her case back at the station, trying to get someone else to do this - she had a boyfriend for goodness sake! One she wanted to stay steady with, even marry. The thought had been crossing her mind a lot, and she was sure it had been on Bobby’s mind two - the pair were wonderful together, and there wasn’t anything that could bring them apart.\n\nBut… maybe this could do it. How would Bobby react, knowing that his future wife had been knocked up by some criminal gangsters? That she’d grown a litter, or two, or three… oh god, how many could she even have? Fresh thoughts were piling into her head, and her breathing began to increase. What if she couldn’t get out of this operation for a few months? With Sophie’s APS condition - Accelerated Pregnancy Syndrome - it was a conceivable thought that she could have tens of litters. Potentially even hitting a hundred or more! What would Bobby think then?! How would she even be at that point? Maybe she’d be addicted to being a little puppy-making whore…\n\n“You alright there sugar-tits?” came a warm voice, cutting through the haze of thoughts crowding Sophie’s head. She realized that he had been waving a paw in front of her, and she quickly felt a bolt of panic rush through her - oh god, had they been asking her questions? Trying to get her attention? Clearly this one guy noticed - and the group clearly knew too, as they stood patiently waiting for her answer. She had been taken to the big door they’d originally come through…\n\n“Uhm, well, sort of. Obviously I’m happy to have been chosen to be, uh… taken here? But at the same time, I guess I’m a little worried - being put in the back of a van and taken somewhere is a little… worrying? I hope you can understand…”\n\nShe was gambling here. They’d likely done this to a lot of other girls before - and if the treatment she’d gotten in the vehicle was any indication, it was unlikely that the others had known their fates either. Of course someone would be worried at this point - and the twinge of fright that etched into her voice wasn’t entirely put on either. She was worried.\n\nSophie didn’t notice any obvious change in the group's demeanour, however the wolf that had asked her the question leant forward a little and placed a paw on her shoulder. He squeezed, the motion actually feeling quite nice in its own way. His eyes did most of the talking, although his voice did some too: “You’ll be well looked after. We take utmost care of our… residents. After all, you bring us both pleasure and money… what sort of organization would we be if we didn’t look after you~?”\n\nWell, that was certainly not the most innocent of statements. But the way he said it… it felt actually genuine, somehow. Despite her situation, and the coming days, weeks or months of her job… he actually managed to calm her slightly, including the thoughts whirling in her head.\n\nBobby knew the risks of her job. He knew that what she did here was for the good of all - and she knew that he’d understand. Bobby wasn’t the type of guy to simply cast her aside for doing her job of all things. She’d still love him - and he’d love her. Hell, she could probably not even mention most of the job to him, if she came back without a litter in her belly. It was all classified of course, and she hadn’t shared details about previous jobs to him - so, perhaps he’d never know…\n\nThe big doors in front of her opened, and Sophie was ushered inside - to a regal corridor, with many rooms on either side. Soft, warm carpet was under-paw as she was led forward - a sneaky paw deciding to give her ass a little squeeze. Before taking the job, she’d have whipped around and slapped the pervert - but now, she just endured. Spending all that time as a prostitute before being picked up by the Breeding Boys had helped, of course. Many of her… clients… had taken the liberty of sampling her body before paying up for a fuck. Many hadn’t even paid her, just enjoyed her for their own amusement - and over time, she’d learnt to just put up with it.\n\nWhether that was good or bad, she didn’t know for sure.\n\nThe air felt warm and comforting though, even as she was lead away… somewhere, by this band of bottomless bandits. Sophie started to worry about how she would be “contacted” by the plant, or plants, inside this gang. How would they even be able to find her? This was looking way too complex…\n\nOne thing that kept her attention was that behind nearly every door she passed was the muffled sound of lovemaking. Grunts, groans - and a whole lot of moans. The sounds mingled with each other into a near constant drone in her ears, causing a little blush to appear on her cheeks. These sounded like some really, really happy sounds… girls brought to their most feral instincts, reveling in the pleasure. Would… would she end up like that?\n\nFinally, she was brought before one of the many doors in the corridor and ushered inside, where she was left alone - but not before some parting words: “Alright, pet. Wait here until your… handler arrives. He’ll introduce you.” Sophie was grateful for the warmth in the room, as it kept her body toasty and comfortable. The room itself was a fancy bedroom - a lush, comfortable looking bed covered in pillows, and even plushies. A table and chairs sat opposite, with a small kitchen area tucked away in a corner - and a TV. Huh. There was another door that she surmised led to a bathroom.\n\nLiving quarters. She was expected to stay here for a while then. Perhaps even permanently, if she was never able to free herself…\n\nDon’t think about that. She WILL get free, sooner rather than later.\n\nSophie sat on the bed and tried to think. She looked around the room for cameras - none that she could visibly identify immediately. That was both a good and bad thought. Good because it could genuinely mean this room wasn’t monitored - after all, she was naked and some whore they’d picked up off the street, there wasn’t any risk associated with her. But any cameras could also just be well hidden… there was always the chance.\n\nWhat she should do now, however, remains a mystery.\n\nSo, she took a look around - it was actually a pretty nice room, with some nice amenities. The kitchen area had food, utensils, plates and bowls, and other knick-knacks for kitchen use. The other door did indeed lead to a bathroom with toothbrush and paste, and a nice looking shower and a separate bath. Brushes were also provided.\n\nBack in the main space, she flipped on the TV - it came loaded with multiple movie-sites as well as FurTube - on a forced guest account, with no way to log into a proper account and be able to comment, or use any social features. 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Now, bend over.”\n\nHe said it so… casually, yet Sophie recognized the way he gave his order - it was not meant to be disobeyed, nor was he likely even used to it being questioned. She took a little breath and began to sway her hips as she moved to the bed, slowly and sensually bending over whilst looking back to look him in the eye.\n\nSpending all that time as a prostitute had equipped her better than she’d hoped for this - it made her feel dirty. She wasn’t some whore or a cock-craving slut… she was an officer of the law, ready to uphold it in any way she could.\n\nIn any way.\n\nWhich included this, as the male quickly made his way over to her and slapped a warm paw on her padded rear - giving it a good squeeze. Sophie felt a shiver ripple through her as he pressed his cock to her waiting entrance, gritting her teeth without his knowledge - here we go… the first of probably many intrusions…\n\nOnly this time, it was different. Much, much different - when she’d been working the street as a whore, she’d at least been able to demand everyone use a rubber. Nothing had gone inside her raw, and she had kept some resemblance of control. Now, however? There was no such protection - nothing covering that large dick, nothing to stop those plump balls from unloading virile spunk inside of her. Nothing that could stop her from getting pregnant… after all, the gang she had infiltrated wasn’t called the “breeding boys” for nothing.\n\nAt least he didn’t last long. His paws held onto her hips tightly as his cock hammered back and forth inside of her, his heavy nutsack slapping her thighs every time. It wasn’t a bad fuck, since he certainly knew how to use his cock effectively - despite her wanting to put on a convincing show to keep her cover, the moans that leapt from her maw were genuine. Nor could she stop a little adorable squeak of pleasure at the way his knot popped into her, causing him to lean over and whisper words of love into her ears.\n\nShe tried not to pay much attention to them, nor his cock… but the way it pulsed inside of, unloading a fresh batch of warm puppybatter into her waiting oven… shit, it was hard NOT to! She could feel every fresh spurt of his pleasure inside of her, filling her with that constant, comforting warmth - Sophie was sure that she could feel her womb twitch from the spunk deposit. The guy wasn’t a bad fuck at least, but he’d burst much too quick - and she wasn’t close to an orgasm, leaving her feeling a little unsatisfied.\n\nNot that she mattered, of course. The guy had gotten off, and was already beginning to tug his knot out of her, leaving behind that sticky trail of mess inside of her. Inside. The thought suddenly filled her mind - she was, most likely, just impregnated right here. Her whole body shivered, and he noticed - moving closer to her, dragging his paws around her hips to give her ass a squeeze.\n\n“You like that, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll be getting plenty more… and you’ll be such a good mother, too.”\n\nThe statement was chilling, playing directly into her fears and trepidation. Of course he’d got the wrong idea too, she hadn’t been enjoying the quick fuck, the dehumanizing experience of being reduced to a warm body to fuck and impregnate…\n\nThen why had she moaned?\n\nWell, to keep her cover of course! Sophie’s ears flickered a little as she repeated that mantra in her head, looking over at her first… client? He had too much of an important air to just be a regular paying customer, since presumably the girls here were pimped out as whores…\n\n“So, uhm… who… are you?” she risked the question, trying to look innocent as she turned around and laid on the bed, keeping her legs spread to show off the cum oozing from her cunt - submissive, showing off his hard work…\n\nThe male chuckled a little to himself as his eyes made contact with her used pussy - watching his seed dribble out. “I suppose I should have said something first, hm? New girls always ask before they learn that asking doesn’t get them anywhere. Not that you’d want to leave, would you? Look at you - a good little girl, the perfect breeding cow…”\n\nSophie had to bite her tongue as she flashed him a grin - hopefully showing off that she was “enjoying” his words. Fucking pig…\n\n“Yeah, that’s right you whore. You get to stay right where you’ve always wanted to be. So I suppose it doesn’t matter much in your case - other girls might regret their choice, but I know you don’t. So… let’s start you off - I’m your handler.”\n\nHe said that final word with such a strong intonation, too. Of course he’d want to keep it mysterious - but, it was still helpful. Sort of. Sophie’s paw crept down the front of her body and very softly rubbed her clit: “So… I’ll be seeing more of you then?” she asked him, locking her gaze on his as her fingers rubbed… and rubbed.\n\nShe got what she wanted - he smiled at her with a leering gaze, moving a little closer, his cock still stiff and ready - “You want me to give you some more love, huh? What a good little whore you are!”\n\nAgain, Sophie had to bite her lip - but she nodded, giving a hopefully hearty: “Uh-huh!”\n\nHer handler kept his gaze on her, before his smile ever so slightly died. Sophie’s heart leapt in her chest as she instantly thought of the worst: She’d been rumbled, somehow. Instead, her handler held up his paws slightly and gave a small shrug.\n\n“Unfortunately… that’ll have to wait, much as I hate to say it. I do have other matters to attend to… but, do you wanna know a little secret? You’re one of my favourites already. So I’ll definitely be stopping by again…” he paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly.\n\n“Usually, I’m supposed to ask whether you’re up for having… VIP visitors in your room, but I think I’m just gonna go ahead and mark you down for those already. You’ll still be servicing the lads, as well as working for us normally - but, well, let's just say you may have an extra special friend or two from time to time. Sounds nice, hm?”\n\nIn fact, hearing all of that made Sophie feel slightly sick - but she held strong. This is what she had to do, for the betterment of… everyone. So what if she’s gonna have to ride a bunch of cocks a day, or spend her nights with some pervert with money… having her womb bloat with cubs she’ll never see, never even know the fathers of… oh god.\n\n“Fuck yeah it does, can I get one tonight~?” she asks, mustering as much bravado as she could. It seems to pay off, as her handler simply laughs.\n\n“My goodness we picked up a real fucking slut, huh? You know what, I’ll see what I can do - even if it’s not a paying customer, I’m sure one of the lads will be happy to see you tonight. Fuck, if only I wasn’t having my balls drained personally tonight…”\n\nHe doesn’t finish the thought, but gives a little mock bow and bids her farewell after giving her a little nugget of advice: “Get some sleep now, while you can.”\n\nSophie was left alone for now, and after cleaning herself a little, she decided to take the advice, snuggling into the covers. She was still uncomfortably aware of all that thick cum sequestered inside her womb… without a doubt, armies of strong, fertile sperm were currently besieging her overwhelmingly sensitive eggs… fuck, why did she have to be born with this condition? Why the hell had an APS afflicted officer even been sent on this mission? It was like command WANTED her to be turned into some sort of broodmother pregnancy-whore, stuffed full of pups and her brain melted into some sort of breed-frenzied goop…\n\nAnd why the hell was she so wet at the thought?! Her womb was twitching in delight every time she thought of his sperm slamming into her eggs, making her a mother… Sophie is pretty damn sure she can feel it, too.\n\nIt felt really fucking good.\n\nNo matter how much turmoil she may or may not face, there’s not much she can actually do about it now - besides wait, of course. Wait for her womb to bear fruit, and her belly to swell…\n\nShe didn’t notice when she fell asleep, her eyes gently closing and darkness mixing with her thoughts. It was a peaceful sleep, only broken by a soft paw shaking her nude, fluffy body. She turned over, trying to blink sleep from her eyes as she was presented with a view of a hefty crotch - oozing cock coupled with much too large balls filling her view.\n\n“Hey Sophie! Nice to meet you~” came a happy voice, as Sophie’s sleepy eyes slowly moved upwards to take a look. Another canine, with another knot - most likely, she’d be dealing with a lot of the same species here. She offered a weak smile as her gaze dropped back down to the cock invading her personal space - and it gave a little throb, a slight flash of precum jetting out from the tip and landing directly on her chin. How nice.\n\n“So… uhm…” the male’s voice wavered slightly and his paws moved around a bit, unsure on what to do next. “So, well, I know what you… are? Because I am too. Sorry, I wasn’t really told on how to break the ice with you - but we’re on the… same side!” he gave her a few exaggerated winks, cock trembling in delight - a bit of a weird dichotomy. Sophie was a bit… confused for a moment - before the cloud on her brain lifted, and she mentally snapped back into work mode.\n\n“I understand, thank you - how did… if you don’t mind me asking, how did you come to make contact so soon? I was expecting to have to wait a while before you showed up… so, erm…” she trailed off as a nasty thought suddenly entered her head - what if this was a trap? It hadn’t even been a full day, and one of the plants had already found her? They had probably been briefed ahead of time that she would be going undercover, but… the timeline felt a little rushed.\n\n“Well, we knew you were coming in today - and I’m pretty friendly with the handler. He’s gonna be the one assigning you, uh… work… but some of us regular members can also visit from time to time on good behaviour, and also act as room service, of sorts. So I asked if I could be the one assigned to you, since I had a previous girlfriend called Sophie and I made it clear to him I wanted to vent out some, uh… frustrations.” he explained, giving the word frustrations a little sarcastic finger move.\n\nWell… that at least makes some sense. Plus he hasn’t immediately gone and called in reinforcements or anything, if he WAS a fake. Cold comfort, but comfort all the same. Maybe she’s just overthinking, being overly cautious… but you can never be too cautious in this line of work.\n\n“So… are you going to vent some frustrations on me?” she asked, a little timidly. He smiled at her, the fellow undercover operator with no name, his cock flexing in delight as it moved slightly closer to her. His eyes, however, looked a little… upset.\n\n“Well, that was just a bullshit story so I could hopefully get more access to you. But, uhm, well… it is somewhat expected that I make… use of you? I hope you can understand, because I really don’t want the brass to beat my ass when we get out of here, since it’s-”\n\n“Okay, I get it. It’s fine. Want me to suck you off?” she interrupted him, opening her maw slightly - invitingly. She did get it, too. This line of work was… hard, and required sacrifices - both physically and mentally. She’d already done both, surrendering both her body and mind to this… treatment. But she knew why he was worried - he didn’t want others to think he’d been taking advantage of her. Because he wasn’t, was he?\n\n“Oh fuck yes, please. You have no idea how pent up you get working here…”\n\nOkay, maybe he was taking advantage slightly. But Sophie wasn’t going to complain when she got out - hell, she didn’t even know his name, which was probably for the better. If she got caught, she wouldn’t be able to reveal any further into, no matter how much they tried to beat it out of her… or, probably, fuck it out of her.\n\nInstead she focused on that juicy cock in front of her - trembling and twitching in front of her maw. She opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out, letting it drag over the top of his cock and loop around the head - and she moved her paws slowly down the base of his shaft, giving his knot a little squeeze. That certainly had an effect, as he grunted in delight before moving closer to her - aiming his cock right into her mouth, sliding in slowly… delicately…\n\nSophie just wanted it over with, personally, so she gripped his hips and pulled - shoving his entire cock down to the knot inside her throat. Sophie very nearly gagged - but working as a prostitute for this job had trained her throat enough that she held it back. The fellow agent moaned in delight as her throat massaged his aching manhood - and her tongue got to work, working in tandem as she applied as much of her blowie knowledge as she could. Her paws too weren’t idle - they fondled and squeezed his oversized nutsack, almost begging for them to release their juicy goods.\n\n“Oh fuck, fuck, Sophie you’re so fucking good at this, what the fuck-” he moaned, grabbing onto her neck as he felt his cock moving back and forth inside there - he wasn’t going to last long at all, and despite the slightly embarrassment of potentially having her taunt him for being a one pump chump, the pleasure ripping through his body was more than worth it.\n\nHe let out a soft growl as he felt the wall break between his balls and cock - warm nutritious cum flooding through and slamming into the back of her throat, as Sophie rapidly began to gulp down the tasty treat - ulp, ulp, gulp, gulp. Fuck, there was a LOT of that sticky surprise - and why the fuck was it so tasty? The breeder boys are probably feeding their members better than your usual prostitute-using backwoods moron…\n\nThe torrent of nutbutter didn’t feel like it was going to end anytime soon - so it came as a surprise to Sophie when it did, allowing her to escape his cock and take in a few deep breaths, fresh air pouring down her throat along with the thick, tasty cum of her fellow undercover agent. Ugh… the worst part of it all was the fact her cunt had turned slippery and soaked from the action, despite Sophie very much not being aroused by the fact she was pretty much turned into a cocksucking cumwhore… \n\nAt least, she probably wasn’t aroused by that…\n\n“Fuck, that was… heavenly, Sophie. How’d you learn to be that much of a fucking whor- Uh, I mean.. How’d you learn to be that… good?!” the unknown male teased her, rapidly covering himself from what he originally meant to say, slapping her head a little with his cock - an extra spurt of love splashing over her face. Sophie did her best to hold in a retort, licking her lips absentmindedly to gather up those extra nutrients - before stopping, realizing what she was actually doing.\n\n“So… what happens now?” she asks, for once actually feeling a little lost. She’s gotten in here, seemingly undiscovered - and now, she’s not too sure where to go from here. It’s unlikely she’ll be able to find any proper incriminating stuff from this room, and her own experiences from now on would simply be unsubstantiated testimony - she has no idea how long it’ll take to find something concrete…\n\n“Well, for now - sit tight, and get used to the role. In time, I’m sure an opportunity will present itself…” he began to tell her, but Sophie huffed and crossed her arms in frustration: “Seriously? That’s all? “Sit tight”? It may be easy for you, getting your dick wet daily on some poor women who’re trapped here, but have you thought about what’s going to happen to ME?!”\n\nSophie took a breath as her fellow agent-in-crime looked a little stunned for a moment at her outburst, before she continued: “I’m going to have to bend over, spread my legs, ride cock after cock whilst my womb bloats with criminal cubs, have my tits fill with milk and I’ll be treated like a soaked cumsock! Yet all you can offer is, in effect, a “deal with it”?! I AM fucking dealing with it, but it SUCKS! Why the fuck am I even here, can’t you stupid moles get the evidence we need yourself?!”\n\nSophie slams a paw down on her bed, glaring at her compatriot - her eyes filled with anger at his nonchalant attitude. He kept eye contact, but his eyes confirmed her hope - she’d taken him down a peg or two.\n\n“Look, Sophie. I know it sounds like bullshit coming from me, but I get it - and, personally, I think it sucks major balls too. I can’t personally offer any advice or guidance - I was told to simply relay what the brass said to me, which is what I did. I’m sorry, okay? I’m here to help you if I can at all. That’s my job. And… well…”\n\nHe takes a breath, moving his paws a little as he tries to figure out the best way to explain this: “We can’t GET to the evidence. The structure of the gang doesn’t really allow it, especially since we’re *joiners” - those who joined the gang externally. They actually trust the whores more than they trust us, which I guess makes sense really. They don’t think any female officer would wanna go through the kinda stuff the whores usually do, so… at least in that case, you have a major edge.”\n\nHe moves closer to her and sits down on the edge of the bed. Sophie feels her anger slipping away as he continues to talk.\n\n“I can’t get into the inner circle, nor can any of the other moles - it’s locked up tight. But whores sometimes get picked for personal… uh… use? They get used as toys, really. It’s the best way in, and I think you’ll be able to do it - but I don’t know what sort of timeframe it could take. It could happen next week, it could happen next year - I don’t know. What I DO know is that you’re definitely going to be getting attention, for two main reasons.”\n\nHe pauses for a moment, looking at her. Sophie nods, guessing that he wanted some sort of confirmation that she wanted to listen.\n\n“So, you’ll know the first one already - APS. You having… exceptional breeding capacity has already marked you as a girl of interest, which comes as no surprise. But you’re also a lot more mentally… sound? I don’t know how best to put it, but you’re a lot more with it, mentally. Most of the girls here come in as hardcore sluts and whores - which is fun for all of us, and for everyone the gang services… but the top guys, they don’t want some drooling cockwhore. Not always, at least. If you can demonstrate that you’ve still got your head screwed on, I honestly think you’ll make some quicker progress - but, I can’t promise you that. Do you understand?” he finishes, looking her in the eye again.\n\nSophie did. She understood. In fact, it was useful information - this guy wasn’t wholly useless, then. A smile even crept onto her muzzle as she looked at him.\n\n“Thank you. I do understand - and that’s actually helpful, so thank you. I’m sorry for snapping at you, but… well I’m sure you can understand why my emotions might be a little tense right now.” \n\nHe nodded at her, and extended a paw - which she took, and shook.\n\n“Thanks for taking the time to talk, Mr Mystery Name. Are you not worried of being found not breeding my brains out, though? Surely someone could come in at any-”\n\n“Nah”, he cut her off fast, waving his paw at the door. “We’ve got an occupied system, nobody will bother us. But I should probably get back to my duties, thanks for the uh… service. You gonna be okay?” he asks, with a surprising amount of tenderness in his voice.\n\n“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I? I’m just gonna have to put up with it. You gonna keep checking up on me?” she responds, suddenly worried that she won’t have him to rely on much.\n\n“Probably daily, yeah. Although I expect there will be a certain… expectation of my visits to you, if you catch my drift.”\n\nSophie sighed, but there wasn’t much power behind it. Typical. But, there wasn’t really anything either of them could do in the circumstances… plus: “Well, I suppose it’s better to have you father some pups in me rather than some criminal gangbanger. Silver linings and all that.”\n\nHer liaison smirked and gently bumped a fist against her shoulder.\n\n“That’s the spirit.”\n\n__________________________________________________\n\n\nSophie’s first days as an undercover operative inside a sex-trade focused gang went as well as she expected - they pimped out her lush body for as many cocks that could offer up payment. Her first day of “active duty” was predominantly spent in a cushioned, dimmed-light room - it was all fancy, but only for aesthetics. Sophie practically had a revolving door of men, again and again, come in - bend her over - take out their frustrations. It was humiliating, disgraceful, shameful… overwhelmingly embarrassing.\n\nBut it was oh so very pleasurable too.\n\nIt didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm, on only her second client of the day. The first had been a quick and rough fuck, caring more for himself than for her - but this second guy turned on the charm, his paws making sure to appreciate her everywhere, not just jackhammering her cunt with his oversized meatstick. She ended up cumming just as his knot squeezed it’s way in, which only amplified her orgasm tenfold. Her vaginal cavity squeezed down tight on the invading cock, milking it as hard as possible - very, very successfully. \n\nSophie felt the jets of warm cum slamming again into her womb, her ovaries having utterly no defence against the ocean of fertile spunk presently drowning her poor eggs in love - billions of wriggling, virile sperm slamming into her ovum, uploading their genetic code deep inside her oven, waiting to be grown into fully fledged puppies…\n\nThat is, if her babymaker wasn’t already stuffed from the previous day.\n\nOf course, he wasn’t the only one to stuff her cunt full - sure, some of her clients unloaded their warm jizz onto her tits, down her throat, on her fat squishy ass as they kneaded her like a stress-ball, coating her thighs or belly…\n\nSophie was more like a canvas, waiting to be painted with sticky white love. Her fur rapidly grew soaked in spunk, droplets oozing off of her lustful body as she felt her thoughts slip away with the clock. Cock after cock just kept coming - mainly canine, she noticed. Perhaps she was considered more of a “prime stock” - and reserved for more canine clients, considering their entire gang seemed to be structured this way.\n\nAll throughout the day, Sophie was brought to orgasm - again, and again, and again. Every time, a little piece of her resolve slipped away. Her concentration on matters not relating to pleasing every male she saw chipped away, bit by bit. At the start of the day, she’d held her legs open with grim determination to present herself as the whore she should be.\n\nBy the end, her legs were trembling in delight as they opened up automatically, presenting herself as the prized present she was always meant to be. Her paws slid up her body to grasp her cum-soaked tits, rubbing against her nipples as ripples of pleasure swam through her body. She was exhausted, cum-covered, and overwhelmingly orgasm-addicted as her handler returned after god-knows how many men had taken their way with her.\n\nOn the first day.\n\nThe first of many.\n\nDay two brought more of the same - as did day three.\n\nDay four, however, was different.\n\nSophie’s belly had been steadily growing over the past few days - the fruits of all that virile spunk being dumped into the most receptive puppy-factory becoming more and more evident. Her womb had been steadily bloating, not just with cum - but with fresh life. The little kicks at her belly had been so very stimulating, especially at night when there was nothing stopping her paws from grinding against her clit, or squeezing her nipples as hard as her clients. Many had taken the liberty of drinking from her engorging breast, stealing the milk that was meant for her offspring - but that was okay, because she got to cum.\n\nHer… masters were considerate, too. They hadn’t been admitting the most rough clients to use her, instead opting for the repeat offenders who were known to be a lot more gentler and loving. Many a time, their paws had stroked over her belly and caressed her whilst they slowly stuffed her cunt with extra love. Sophie’s appetite quickly turned cum-focused too, as she was gulping down for however many lives that were growing inside her. In only a few days, she’d developed quite an addiction to drinking down all the wonderfully varied cum-flavours of men - stuffing her muzzle into their ballsacks, drinking in the thick musk before getting her fantastic drink straight from the tap.\n\nOf course, with her belly rapidly swelling with young - they had to come out eventually. Her handler could tell she was going to pop one day, and kept her away from her usual duties - instead, he chaperoned her to a special area. An area that she’d frequently visit in the future, when her cubs were ready to leave. Sophie had expected some dingy, almost cruel area for this - but instead was decently surprised to see how… comforting and welcoming the birthing suite was.\n\nThey even had female staff on hand to assist her if needed, which was the biggest surprise she’d faced here. Not that she was opposed at all - in fact, they definitely helped her keep calm as her contractions started, rapidly growing stronger. The whole birthing process would be long and arduous for a regular girl - but for Sophie, an APS afflicted individual, the whole ordeal would be over much faster.\n\nAnd rather than immense pain from bringing new life into the world - Sophie was lucky to instead feel immense pleasure, girlcum splashing across the room as the first of many cubs squeezed its way out of her cunt. Sophie’s mind started to fry from the orgasms as the second and the third cub were let free into the world - and her whole body was limp and exhausted when the final, 11th cub flopped out.\n\nHer tits leaked milk down her body, and her cubs were mercifully allowed to drink for a little while, before being whisked away. She felt her heart sink at the sight, even through the orgasmic haze - but, she regained a little bit of her determination.\n\nPlus, it’s not like she’d be able to bring 11… or more, cubs home. What would Bobby think?\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\n\nMany changes had happened to Sophie in only a few days - the timeline so accelerated in fact, that on one ultra rare moment that the lustful cloud in her brain was lifted after a particularly powerful orgasm, she wondered to herself whether something was being manipulated. Maybe her food or water was drugged to make her more compliant and horny. Perhaps her room was slowly filled with aphrodisiac gas during the night. Maybe the breeder boys had special genetic modifications to make their cum addictive…\n\nOr maybe she was always like this.\n\nHer APS condition could be the culprit, right? It wasn’t uncommon for female APS sufferers to have inflated libidos, weaker resistances to sexual addiction, and all sorts of other lustful maladies. Sophie hadn’t had her condition evaluated for quite a while, as she’d always wished to keep it more under wraps, brush it under the carpet and ignore it.\n\nMaybe that had been a mistake.\n\nBut right now, she couldn’t care less - she was having too much fun. She didn’t even need to focus on her mission right now, whatever that was meant to be. Gather evidence? It was growing in her womb right now, and would grow again and again the longer she was here. It wasn’t like she could leave, right? Hah… maybe she should ask her handler, see what he thinks. Maybe he’ll tie her up and run a train on her naughty cunt…\n\nOh that was a lovely thought, wasn’t it?\n\nDays began to merge into weeks, the concept of time becoming a slurry of useless information. She could only really keep track of her sleeps - and the clock on the TV, if she ever bothered to use it. Most of her time was spent tending to V.I.P guests… or fucking her fellow undercover agent.\n\nIt hadn’t taken long for her lust to overtake her, and to drag him onto the bed. He hadn’t complained, why the hell would he? He’s getting the best sex of his life, near daily ball-drainings by some utterly godlike bitch. Hell, some of the many litters pumped into her was likely his - and he didn’t even have to take on any responsibility for them.\n\nMaybe that was why he never brought up their shared mission again. He was much too busy bending Sophie over the bed, pinning against a wall, making her ride him like a lust crazed cum addict. Which, in effect, she was. Hey, this was what she’d signed up for, right? She was just playing her part… and so was he. They could stop at any moment. Probably.\n\nOr maybe he’d never been on her side - perhaps it had just been a clever trick, and he’d already spilled the beans to his boss that she was an undercover agent. If so, there wasn’t ever any actual evidence of this - Sophie was treated just the same.\n\nBut, most likely, Sophie just couldn’t remember him ever mentioning their mission. He probably did bring it up, maybe they even had a conversation - but her brain was too muddied with sex, too melted by cum. Perhaps she’ll snap out of it one day.\n\nShe wasn’t sure how many days had gone by, how many weeks that signified. It was difficult to keep track of the time like this - difficult really to think of anything. \n\nNot that it mattered - what mattered was her handler's cock, as she grasped his paws in her own and bounced like her life depended on it. Her hips slammed down onto his, her pussy squeezing in delight as another orgasm was milked from her. Her room was filled with sexual musk, only driving her to ride him harder, to moan in delight. Sure, she was a bit cockdrunk… they all were, eventually.\n\nBut her handler could still sense a spark in her. Something that had kept her from becoming a complete feral animal. He didn’t know what it was, but he liked it. She showed promise. \n\nAfter unloading another batch of fresh puppies into her womb, he gently looped his arms around Sophie’s waist as they got to their feet. His load drooled from her abused pussy, but he began to lead her out of the room. Sophie was still basking in the orgasmic afterglow, and didn’t think much of the new behaviour. This hadn’t happened before, but she was still too out of it to really take it seriously.\n\nLights and sights began to slide through Sophie’s eyes as she was led away from her usual quarters - her footpaws making soft steps on the carpet below, as her handler held her by the arm. It almost looked romantic, like he was leading her down the aisle, but in this case he was leading her further down the outside corridor, and through a thick, heavy, ornate wooden door. The further they went, the more Sophie’s thoughts began to slowly return - and she began to pay attention to her surroundings. It was all the same sort of fancy, upper-class furnishings though.\n\nEventually they came to a more modern looking door, with a keypad - which her handler punched in a code so fast that Sophie didn’t even have the tiniest chance to memorize it. The door slid open, and she was ushered inside - a big ornate office opening up in front of her. The room drooled with wealth, from the carpets, chairs, and the huge desk that dominated the room - along with expensive looking computer equipment perched on top. The room itself felt warm, or perhaps that was just her body - a tingle had rippled across her crotch as her eyes laid on the figure sat at the desk.\n\nHe was an older wolf than the other gang members she’d seen so far - flecks of grey were dotted about his muzzle, and she could see from his eyes that he had… experience. He was very, very handsome however - that sort of rugged older man look. But perhaps she found every male attractive now, since it wasn’t just their visuals she was interested in… rather, what they carried between their legs.\n\nBut right now, she wasn’t sure what to do. Her handler let go of her, but didn’t make any moves to pull her as he moved forward and began to converse with the figure. At one point, he gestured at her - but Sophie couldn’t make out their words. Finally, he span around - giving her a thumbs up and a smirk, which she took as a signal to approach.\n\nThe older wolf’s eyes looked over her naked body for a few seconds, drinking her in. Sophie saw as he licked his lips a little, which sent a small shiver through her hips. He didn’t speak, but he waved a paw at her handler - dismissing him from the room. He did so, without any further communication, and Sophie heard the door slide open and shut once more.\n\nA moment passed where she locked eyes with the older wolf, the leader perhaps? Or at least some head of the organization? Someone important at least… someone who might hold some evidence to help her case. Someone she needs to impress.\n\n“Do you know why you’re here?” he suddenly asks in a deep, loud voice - causing her to ever so slightly jump in fright. Sophie isn’t sure whether she’s allowed to speak or not… but she shakes her head, before utterly a quiet: “No, sir.”\n\nHis paws clasp together and he leans forward a little, barely making a sound as he does so. It’s uncanny, the way he moves.\n\n“Well, little one.” he pauses, and Sophie’s ears twitch slightly at the name. “I’m looking for a pet.”\n\nThe amount of effort put into the word “pet” was… astounding. It drooled from his mouth in a lustful, thick, wet way - and it made Sophie’s whole body flush. The older wolf smiled a little, slowly rising from his chair and making his way around the desk - he was bottomless too, something she hadn’t been able to see. But now, she could… and she could admire the cock he sported. Cock… tasty, perfect cock…\n\n“What do you like most in this room, pet?” he asks her, drawing up close to her body - reaching out to gently cup her breast, giving it a squeeze… testing it, almost. Sophie couldn’t stop her thighs from clenching together as she looked up at his beautiful, warm eyes… thinking on what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, of course… but this felt like an important question.\n\n“Uhm… I… I like you most of all, sir. And the computers there look cool too…” She replied, surprising herself - she hadn’t meant to add that last part, it just sort of… came out. A moment passed between the two of them, and Sophie hoped she’d made the right choice - as a larger, more genuine smile crept across the male's face.\n\n“I see. I like it. But I’m sure there’s something else you love too, don’t you? Something special, just for you. Why don’t you bend over so I can show you?”\n\nSophie took a deep breath as she felt his paws slide around her waist, gently pulling her towards the desk - and she submitted. Of course she submitted. What else would she have done? Submitting felt good, it brought her cock - and cum, and more kicks inside her womb from fresh pups… \n\nShe arched her back as she gripped onto the table and bent over - legs apart, exposing herself fully. Sophie felt that warm press of a cocktip against her entrance, as she’d done many a time before. It still felt as good as always, no matter how many invaded her, pounded her, impregnated her - it was all so wonderful…\n\nThe “ringleader”, if he was even that, was slow with her - easing his cock into her, his paws running down her back and gripping onto her fat, plump ass. He enjoyed kneading her rump, squeezing and squishing as he pressed his hips forwards more… before, with a little smirk, he thrust forward hard and brought a paw down roughly onto that jiggly rear, enjoying both the smack and the squeak it elicited from her.\n\nHis paws held onto her tightly as he began to plow his newest toy - she felt fucking great, in his own personal opinion. He’d had many toys before, some bad, most of them all good - but this one felt fantastic, with the way her body worked with him, and the pleasure she obviously felt. She wasn’t stiff and uninterested, her position being more of a chore than a joy… but she wasn’t some feral lust ghoul, recklessly attempting to milk him for all he was worth. Sure, those types of girls were fun… but they were too plentiful, and lacked a certain spark in them. Their personalities were fucked out of them, leaving only a slut-husk behind.\n\nBut this one? This… Sophie, that was her name. Sophie moved with him, neither stiff nor feral - she felt more like a lover instead, connecting the two of them through sex. It felt fucking good, that was for sure - his tempo had been increasing steadily, his hips meeting hers with a loud slap, slap, slap - faster and faster. His virile balls had been hitting the top of her thighs, her ass jiggling harder as he began to put more power into his thrusts… \n\nSophie was having the time of her life, too. Of course, she always did whenever a cock started stuffing her now - but this guy, he felt… different. Of course that wasn’t the most descriptive moniker, but he DID. He felt more… powerful, not just in thrusts - but the way he made her feel. The way his cock moulded her pussy, his knot smooching her entrance, his tip grinding against those fucking good spots inside of her…\n\nSophie couldn’t stop a howl of delight as an orgasm crashed through her again, shouting out for her new lover: “PLEASE can you CUM inside me! I have APS, just KNOCK ME UP~!”\n\nThe proclamation hadn’t come as a surprise to him, he already knew about her condition - it was one of the reasons he’d chosen her. He’d already fathered a few cubs, although less than what would be expected from his… position. He was more picky with his partners, preferring to keep one rather than spend his seed over multiple - but, pregnancies took a while for them.\n\nBut for Sophie, and her APS? Well, that little problem wouldn’t exist anymore - and he sure as fuck wanted to wife her in this moment. He bent over and brought his lips close to her ears…\n\n“You wanna be a mommy so bad, huh? You’ve already had so many litters, I have the file… yet you still want more you greedy bitch? Well, good news for you - you’ll spend a long time bearing my descendants, as I have a whole family tree to produce…”\n\nThe words extended Sophie’s orgasm by a mile as they coursed through her brain - as did the way his knot was stuffed into her, swelling up and locking the pair together whilst his balls got to work, pumping shot after shot of thick, sticky, fertile wolf love into her oven - a scene she’s experienced many times before, her ovaries completely giving up any notion of defense against the onslaught of puppybatter a long time ago. Countless billions of powerful sperm began descending once more on Sophie’s eggs - slamming their genetic code into her, pummelling what little amount of defence her egg-walls even had, before the ocean of wrigglers began swarming inside and making their home in her…\n\nSophie’s whole body shuddered and trembled, her legs giving out - thank goodness she was bent over the desk, as now it was the only thing supporting her. That, and her new lover that she was tied to. Because that’s what she thought of him now - or, more likely, what she hoped. She hoped so, so very much. In fact, it was probably a good idea to ask-\n\n“C-can.. I… s-s-stay with… with… yoouuu…” she moans out, having to take breaths between each word - but, she got them out at the very least. The answer to her question came with a sharp slap across her ass, causing her legs to tense up and a groan to escape her.\n\n“Of course you will. You’re mine, now.”\n\nThat’s all she needed to hear - and a smile crept across her muzzle as any energy inside her simply melted away. She could fall asleep right here on this desk, next to this computer…\n\nA computer which had a flashing USB drive plugged in.\n\nIt drew her eyes for a moment, as she lay there in orgasmic bliss. Wasn’t she here to collect something? Evidence? A USB drive from the boss’s computer could have it, right? All she’d have to do is reach out and pull it… he probably wouldn’t notice…\n\nBut her paw didn’t move. The USB drive could wait, for sure. Right now she was too tired, too wrapped up in pleasurable orgasmic heaven. Sure she should have probably grabbed it… but she could always get it another time.\n\nAfter all, she’d been here so long - it could wait a little longer.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sophie’s body felt a little cold as she was carried away - trying to maintain her breathing at a calmer pace, despite her heart beginning to beat faster. Obviously the bag over her head was to be expected, considering the Breeding Boys weren’t ones to just let their fresh captures tattle on safehouse locations once they were back on the streets… but, still, the fact she couldn’t see a damn thing was definitely quite alarming. The grasp on her body was tight - but not painful. Obviously, if she tried struggling then there’s no doubt the grasp would grow harder, maybe even an extra pair of paws trying to restrain her… but there was no need for that. From what they knew, she was here willingly - wherever “here” actually was.

The walk seemed to take quite a while, but whoever was carrying her didn’t appear all that strained by her bodyweight. Of course - besides her plump rump and decently modest chest - she didn’t actually weigh all that much. But some constant nagging deep inside her brain gave her some worry - these were the Balderg City Breeding Boys, specializing in one thing… something that would easily cause her belly to weigh a lot more.

She tried to shake the thought. Maybe she could get in and out without anything of that sort… happening. After all, she had a boyfriend - Bobby. Oh god, how would she explain to Bobby if she came back as a fresh mother of… who knows how many litters. It could be only one, or a hundred… it all depends on how long this mission took. Considering her… affliction… if she was trapped here for any length of time longer than a day or two, there was practically all but a guarantee she’d come out of this experience pregnant. Hopefully she wouldn’t return home with a belly full of wolf pups that weren’t his…

Okay, okay, get your brain under control Sophie! She chastised herself as her tail wriggled in a mixture of fright and apprehension. It didn’t help that she was completely naked in this guy's grasp - although the air around her wasn’t that cold. Her nipples were still stiff however, either from her nudity or from the treatment she’d received in the car ride here. She could be being taken to some sex dungeon right now, where she’d be chained and used as a breeding sow for the rest of her life, forced to grow countless generations of new criminals for the Breeding Boys empire…

Sophie, stop it! She shuddered a little, which prompted the guy carrying her to lean down and softly whisper to where her ears would be without the bag - “Hey little slut, you’re gonna be fine. We take good care of girls like you… after all, you’re a special one!” he reassured her… if such a thing could count as reassurement.

Finally, they came to a stop - Sophie could hear movement around her, and she was finally put down on the ground - her paws feeling the cool tile below her. Was she in a bathroom, maybe? About to be cleaned before being dressed up and sent off somewhere? If so, she hoped the detective force would be able to keep track of her… hopefully they even knew where she was right now. Oh god, that was a thought… what if they’d lost her? Could she ever escape, then? She was told she’d have access to some embedded operatives, who could give her valuable information from the force - and who she could relay any information back to that she collects about the inner workings of the Breeding Boys… but what if those operatives never materialised?

Just as she was about to chastise herself again - the bag on her head was ripped off, causing a rush of brightness to invade her eyes. She screwed them shut as her eyeballs stung, but thankfully the effect didn’t last that long - and she was able to open them again.

She was not in a bathroom.

Instead, she stood naked in some very fancy looking hallway. Pillars of marble rose up to a beautifully crafted ceiling, expensive-looking rugs covering the pristine, polished floor. Around the room, guards stood with weapons at ease - they mingled a little, chatting together or using their phones. Clearly nothing much happened in this room for them to be needed… but, obviously, they were there as a way to defend… something. Sophie’s eyes followed a fancy staircase up one end of the room to a carved-oak double-door. If she had to guess, and she was usually quite good at this, she’d wager that they were guarding that room up there from any intrusion.

One thing she quickly noted was that beside her own nudity, all the guards were bottomless - showing off impressive knotted cocks with sizeable testicles to match. She looked around the room - all the guards here were canines of some sort. Dogs, wolves, all different breeds and colours - but canines all the same. That was… interesting.

The guards closest to her were obviously eyeing her up - and she met their gaze a few times, but none of them looked away from her in any sort of shame at all. Instead she just felt a blush forming on her face as her gaze angled downwards to their excited manhoods, softly twitching and drooling as they devoured her in their minds. Ugh… these canines were better described as pigs - but she couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe she should play her part, too. She was supposed to be a prostitute, right? So act like a slut, otherwise they might get suspicious…

Ugh…

It was embarrassing, degrading and humiliating - but Sophie brought her paws up to her tits and gently jiggled them in front of one of the guards. He clearly enjoyed the show - his cock growing a little more excited, twitching in delight as he hungrily devoured the sight. She flashed him a grin, with an accompanying wink - before aiming at another guard, repeating a similar move.

While she whored it up, teasing the guards like this, the oak double-door opened, and a few males exited. These too were canines - but the way their fur had that brushed, refined look about them… the way they walked, their bodies littered with expensive looking accessories… they looked important. She watched as they began to descend the stairs, most of them training their eyes on her - which caused a soft shiver to ripple through her body. She didn’t know whether to move closer to them or not, but decided to stay here for now - letting them approach.

She actually did such a good job of focusing on being a slut for the guards, that she was caught out by a paw suddenly gripping her arm tightly - bringing her to a stop and spinning her around to face the group of “importants”. The little jump she made as she was grabbed was genuine - which probably helped sell her cover. At least, she hoped it did - Sophie really hoped she would be able to maintain it… she had never been caught out before, but this mission? This mission was… much, much different than the others that she’d taken before - and, most likely, this one would be a hell of a lot harder.

She made eye contact with one of the group - who gave her a sickeningly lustful smile - he was really enjoying this. They all were, in fact. It was quite obvious with their cocks trembling with delight, oozing some thick looking precum down their shafts. Sophie surmised that it was… cultural inside this place to be bottomless, at least if you were male. She had a sneaky suspicion that any females here would be fully nude like she was. In fact, this was the first time the thought of her location had properly entered her head:

Where the hell was she?

She felt some force being applied to her, and she moved in tandem with it, without saying a word. She didn’t need to, and neither did the important group. They began to lead her away, and Sophie glanced at the guards she’d been toying with - who looked suitably downcast at having their entertainment taken away. It gave her a slight satisfaction inside… they were probably used to taking advantage of the poor girls who come through the doors, turned into sex slaves, drugged up whores, orgasm addicts…

Oh god, what would they actually do to her?

Another important question, and again one that was unable to be answered. Of course, Sophie could have plenty of educated guesses… likely involving sex and most certainly breeding. That thought made her feel a little cold inside… it was only now, being led away by these awful criminals who made a living off of sexual exploitation of women, that she realized just how big of a hole she was trapped in.

She really should have tried arguing her case back at the station, trying to get someone else to do this - she had a boyfriend for goodness sake! One she wanted to stay steady with, even marry. The thought had been crossing her mind a lot, and she was sure it had been on Bobby’s mind two - the pair were wonderful together, and there wasn’t anything that could bring them apart.

But… maybe this could do it. How would Bobby react, knowing that his future wife had been knocked up by some criminal gangsters? That she’d grown a litter, or two, or three… oh god, how many could she even have? Fresh thoughts were piling into her head, and her breathing began to increase. What if she couldn’t get out of this operation for a few months? With Sophie’s APS condition - Accelerated Pregnancy Syndrome - it was a conceivable thought that she could have tens of litters. Potentially even hitting a hundred or more! What would Bobby think then?! How would she even be at that point? Maybe she’d be addicted to being a little puppy-making whore…

“You alright there sugar-tits?” came a warm voice, cutting through the haze of thoughts crowding Sophie’s head. She realized that he had been waving a paw in front of her, and she quickly felt a bolt of panic rush through her - oh god, had they been asking her questions? Trying to get her attention? Clearly this one guy noticed - and the group clearly knew too, as they stood patiently waiting for her answer. She had been taken to the big door they’d originally come through…

“Uhm, well, sort of. Obviously I’m happy to have been chosen to be, uh… taken here? But at the same time, I guess I’m a little worried - being put in the back of a van and taken somewhere is a little… worrying? I hope you can understand…”

She was gambling here. They’d likely done this to a lot of other girls before - and if the treatment she’d gotten in the vehicle was any indication, it was unlikely that the others had known their fates either. Of course someone would be worried at this point - and the twinge of fright that etched into her voice wasn’t entirely put on either. She was worried.

Sophie didn’t notice any obvious change in the group's demeanour, however the wolf that had asked her the question leant forward a little and placed a paw on her shoulder. He squeezed, the motion actually feeling quite nice in its own way. His eyes did most of the talking, although his voice did some too: “You’ll be well looked after. We take utmost care of our… residents. After all, you bring us both pleasure and money… what sort of organization would we be if we didn’t look after you~?”

Well, that was certainly not the most innocent of statements. But the way he said it… it felt actually genuine, somehow. Despite her situation, and the coming days, weeks or months of her job… he actually managed to calm her slightly, including the thoughts whirling in her head.

Bobby knew the risks of her job. He knew that what she did here was for the good of all - and she knew that he’d understand. Bobby wasn’t the type of guy to simply cast her aside for doing her job of all things. She’d still love him - and he’d love her. Hell, she could probably not even mention most of the job to him, if she came back without a litter in her belly. It was all classified of course, and she hadn’t shared details about previous jobs to him - so, perhaps he’d never know…

The big doors in front of her opened, and Sophie was ushered inside - to a regal corridor, with many rooms on either side. Soft, warm carpet was under-paw as she was led forward - a sneaky paw deciding to give her ass a little squeeze. Before taking the job, she’d have whipped around and slapped the pervert - but now, she just endured. Spending all that time as a prostitute before being picked up by the Breeding Boys had helped, of course. Many of her… clients… had taken the liberty of sampling her body before paying up for a fuck. Many hadn’t even paid her, just enjoyed her for their own amusement - and over time, she’d learnt to just put up with it.

Whether that was good or bad, she didn’t know for sure.

The air felt warm and comforting though, even as she was lead away… somewhere, by this band of bottomless bandits. Sophie started to worry about how she would be “contacted” by the plant, or plants, inside this gang. How would they even be able to find her? This was looking way too complex…

One thing that kept her attention was that behind nearly every door she passed was the muffled sound of lovemaking. Grunts, groans - and a whole lot of moans. The sounds mingled with each other into a near constant drone in her ears, causing a little blush to appear on her cheeks. These sounded like some really, really happy sounds… girls brought to their most feral instincts, reveling in the pleasure. Would… would she end up like that?

Finally, she was brought before one of the many doors in the corridor and ushered inside, where she was left alone - but not before some parting words: “Alright, pet. Wait here until your… handler arrives. He’ll introduce you.” Sophie was grateful for the warmth in the room, as it kept her body toasty and comfortable. The room itself was a fancy bedroom - a lush, comfortable looking bed covered in pillows, and even plushies. A table and chairs sat opposite, with a small kitchen area tucked away in a corner - and a TV. Huh. There was another door that she surmised led to a bathroom.

Living quarters. She was expected to stay here for a while then. Perhaps even permanently, if she was never able to free herself…

Don’t think about that. She WILL get free, sooner rather than later.

Sophie sat on the bed and tried to think. She looked around the room for cameras - none that she could visibly identify immediately. That was both a good and bad thought. Good because it could genuinely mean this room wasn’t monitored - after all, she was naked and some whore they’d picked up off the street, there wasn’t any risk associated with her. But any cameras could also just be well hidden… there was always the chance.

What she should do now, however, remains a mystery.

So, she took a look around - it was actually a pretty nice room, with some nice amenities. The kitchen area had food, utensils, plates and bowls, and other knick-knacks for kitchen use. The other door did indeed lead to a bathroom with toothbrush and paste, and a nice looking shower and a separate bath. Brushes were also provided.

Back in the main space, she flipped on the TV - it came loaded with multiple movie-sites as well as FurTube - on a forced guest account, with no way to log into a proper account and be able to comment, or use any social features. Understandably, of course.

Sophie was taken aback slightly by how… nice everything seemed? For a criminal organization specializing in the sex trade, this was definitely not what she was expecting. Instead, she’d been envisioning dank, dark rooms filled with chains and bondages, bars on windows and doors, perhaps being led around on a leash at all times.

But so far at least - this hasn't happened.

Then her door opened, giving her a fright - standing there was another wolf-male, bottomless still. He carried an air of authority with the way he conducted himself and held his body high - yet, below the waist, he was clearly in the mood. A bright red, erect, drooling cock was twitching with delight as he admired her.

“Hello there, Sophie. It’s nice of you to join us - how about we get you initiated, hm? I hear you have APS too, how perfect! Now, bend over.”

He said it so… casually, yet Sophie recognized the way he gave his order - it was not meant to be disobeyed, nor was he likely even used to it being questioned. She took a little breath and began to sway her hips as she moved to the bed, slowly and sensually bending over whilst looking back to look him in the eye.

Spending all that time as a prostitute had equipped her better than she’d hoped for this - it made her feel dirty. She wasn’t some whore or a cock-craving slut… she was an officer of the law, ready to uphold it in any way she could.

In any way.

Which included this, as the male quickly made his way over to her and slapped a warm paw on her padded rear - giving it a good squeeze. Sophie felt a shiver ripple through her as he pressed his cock to her waiting entrance, gritting her teeth without his knowledge - here we go… the first of probably many intrusions…

Only this time, it was different. Much, much different - when she’d been working the street as a whore, she’d at least been able to demand everyone use a rubber. Nothing had gone inside her raw, and she had kept some resemblance of control. Now, however? There was no such protection - nothing covering that large dick, nothing to stop those plump balls from unloading virile spunk inside of her. Nothing that could stop her from getting pregnant… after all, the gang she had infiltrated wasn’t called the “breeding boys” for nothing.

At least he didn’t last long. His paws held onto her hips tightly as his cock hammered back and forth inside of her, his heavy nutsack slapping her thighs every time. It wasn’t a bad fuck, since he certainly knew how to use his cock effectively - despite her wanting to put on a convincing show to keep her cover, the moans that leapt from her maw were genuine. Nor could she stop a little adorable squeak of pleasure at the way his knot popped into her, causing him to lean over and whisper words of love into her ears.

She tried not to pay much attention to them, nor his cock… but the way it pulsed inside of, unloading a fresh batch of warm puppybatter into her waiting oven… shit, it was hard NOT to! She could feel every fresh spurt of his pleasure inside of her, filling her with that constant, comforting warmth - Sophie was sure that she could feel her womb twitch from the spunk deposit. The guy wasn’t a bad fuck at least, but he’d burst much too quick - and she wasn’t close to an orgasm, leaving her feeling a little unsatisfied.

Not that she mattered, of course. The guy had gotten off, and was already beginning to tug his knot out of her, leaving behind that sticky trail of mess inside of her. Inside. The thought suddenly filled her mind - she was, most likely, just impregnated right here. Her whole body shivered, and he noticed - moving closer to her, dragging his paws around her hips to give her ass a squeeze.

“You like that, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll be getting plenty more… and you’ll be such a good mother, too.”

The statement was chilling, playing directly into her fears and trepidation. Of course he’d got the wrong idea too, she hadn’t been enjoying the quick fuck, the dehumanizing experience of being reduced to a warm body to fuck and impregnate…

Then why had she moaned?

Well, to keep her cover of course! Sophie’s ears flickered a little as she repeated that mantra in her head, looking over at her first… client? He had too much of an important air to just be a regular paying customer, since presumably the girls here were pimped out as whores…

“So, uhm… who… are you?” she risked the question, trying to look innocent as she turned around and laid on the bed, keeping her legs spread to show off the cum oozing from her cunt - submissive, showing off his hard work…

The male chuckled a little to himself as his eyes made contact with her used pussy - watching his seed dribble out. “I suppose I should have said something first, hm? New girls always ask before they learn that asking doesn’t get them anywhere. Not that you’d want to leave, would you? Look at you - a good little girl, the perfect breeding cow…”

Sophie had to bite her tongue as she flashed him a grin - hopefully showing off that she was “enjoying” his words. Fucking pig…

“Yeah, that’s right you whore. You get to stay right where you’ve always wanted to be. So I suppose it doesn’t matter much in your case - other girls might regret their choice, but I know you don’t. So… let’s start you off - I’m your handler.”

He said that final word with such a strong intonation, too. Of course he’d want to keep it mysterious - but, it was still helpful. Sort of. Sophie’s paw crept down the front of her body and very softly rubbed her clit: “So… I’ll be seeing more of you then?” she asked him, locking her gaze on his as her fingers rubbed… and rubbed.

She got what she wanted - he smiled at her with a leering gaze, moving a little closer, his cock still stiff and ready - “You want me to give you some more love, huh? What a good little whore you are!”

Again, Sophie had to bite her lip - but she nodded, giving a hopefully hearty: “Uh-huh!”

Her handler kept his gaze on her, before his smile ever so slightly died. Sophie’s heart leapt in her chest as she instantly thought of the worst: She’d been rumbled, somehow. Instead, her handler held up his paws slightly and gave a small shrug.

“Unfortunately… that’ll have to wait, much as I hate to say it. I do have other matters to attend to… but, do you wanna know a little secret? You’re one of my favourites already. So I’ll definitely be stopping by again…” he paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly.

“Usually, I’m supposed to ask whether you’re up for having… VIP visitors in your room, but I think I’m just gonna go ahead and mark you down for those already. You’ll still be servicing the lads, as well as working for us normally - but, well, let's just say you may have an extra special friend or two from time to time. Sounds nice, hm?”

In fact, hearing all of that made Sophie feel slightly sick - but she held strong. This is what she had to do, for the betterment of… everyone. So what if she’s gonna have to ride a bunch of cocks a day, or spend her nights with some pervert with money… having her womb bloat with cubs she’ll never see, never even know the fathers of… oh god.

“Fuck yeah it does, can I get one tonight~?” she asks, mustering as much bravado as she could. It seems to pay off, as her handler simply laughs.

“My goodness we picked up a real fucking slut, huh? You know what, I’ll see what I can do - even if it’s not a paying customer, I’m sure one of the lads will be happy to see you tonight. Fuck, if only I wasn’t having my balls drained personally tonight…”

He doesn’t finish the thought, but gives a little mock bow and bids her farewell after giving her a little nugget of advice: “Get some sleep now, while you can.”

Sophie was left alone for now, and after cleaning herself a little, she decided to take the advice, snuggling into the covers. She was still uncomfortably aware of all that thick cum sequestered inside her womb… without a doubt, armies of strong, fertile sperm were currently besieging her overwhelmingly sensitive eggs… fuck, why did she have to be born with this condition? Why the hell had an APS afflicted officer even been sent on this mission? It was like command WANTED her to be turned into some sort of broodmother pregnancy-whore, stuffed full of pups and her brain melted into some sort of breed-frenzied goop…

And why the hell was she so wet at the thought?! Her womb was twitching in delight every time she thought of his sperm slamming into her eggs, making her a mother… Sophie is pretty damn sure she can feel it, too.

It felt really fucking good.

No matter how much turmoil she may or may not face, there’s not much she can actually do about it now - besides wait, of course. Wait for her womb to bear fruit, and her belly to swell…

She didn’t notice when she fell asleep, her eyes gently closing and darkness mixing with her thoughts. It was a peaceful sleep, only broken by a soft paw shaking her nude, fluffy body. She turned over, trying to blink sleep from her eyes as she was presented with a view of a hefty crotch - oozing cock coupled with much too large balls filling her view.

“Hey Sophie! Nice to meet you~” came a happy voice, as Sophie’s sleepy eyes slowly moved upwards to take a look. Another canine, with another knot - most likely, she’d be dealing with a lot of the same species here. She offered a weak smile as her gaze dropped back down to the cock invading her personal space - and it gave a little throb, a slight flash of precum jetting out from the tip and landing directly on her chin. How nice.

“So… uhm…” the male’s voice wavered slightly and his paws moved around a bit, unsure on what to do next. “So, well, I know what you… are? Because I am too. Sorry, I wasn’t really told on how to break the ice with you - but we’re on the… same side!” he gave her a few exaggerated winks, cock trembling in delight - a bit of a weird dichotomy. Sophie was a bit… confused for a moment - before the cloud on her brain lifted, and she mentally snapped back into work mode.

“I understand, thank you - how did… if you don’t mind me asking, how did you come to make contact so soon? I was expecting to have to wait a while before you showed up… so, erm…” she trailed off as a nasty thought suddenly entered her head - what if this was a trap? It hadn’t even been a full day, and one of the plants had already found her? They had probably been briefed ahead of time that she would be going undercover, but… the timeline felt a little rushed.

“Well, we knew you were coming in today - and I’m pretty friendly with the handler. He’s gonna be  the one assigning you, uh… work… but some of us regular members can also visit from time to time on good behaviour, and also act as room service, of sorts. So I asked  if I could be the one assigned to you, since I had a previous girlfriend called Sophie and I made it clear to him I wanted to vent out some, uh… frustrations.” he explained, giving the word frustrations a little sarcastic finger move.

Well… that at least makes some sense. Plus he hasn’t immediately gone and called in reinforcements or anything, if he WAS a fake. Cold comfort, but comfort all the same. Maybe she’s just overthinking, being overly cautious… but you can never be too cautious in this line of work.

“So… are you going to vent some frustrations on me?” she asked, a little timidly. He smiled at her, the fellow undercover operator with no name, his cock flexing in delight as it moved slightly closer to her. His eyes, however, looked a little… upset.

“Well, that was just a bullshit story so I could hopefully get more access to you. But, uhm, well… it is somewhat expected that I make… use of you? I hope you can understand, because I really don’t want the brass to beat my ass when we get out of here, since it’s-”

“Okay, I get it. It’s fine. Want me to suck you off?” she interrupted him, opening her maw slightly - invitingly. She did get it, too. This line of work was… hard, and required sacrifices - both physically and mentally. She’d already done both, surrendering both her body and mind to this… treatment. But she knew why he was worried - he didn’t want others to think he’d been taking advantage of her. Because he wasn’t, was he?

“Oh fuck yes, please. You have no idea how pent up you get working here…”

Okay, maybe he was taking advantage slightly. But Sophie wasn’t going to complain when she got out - hell, she didn’t even know his name, which was probably for the better. If she got caught, she wouldn’t be able to reveal any further into, no matter how much they tried to beat it out of her… or, probably, fuck it out of her.

Instead she focused on that juicy cock in front of her - trembling and twitching in front of her maw. She opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out, letting it drag over the top of his cock and loop around the head - and she moved her paws slowly down the base of his shaft, giving his knot a little squeeze. That certainly had an effect, as he grunted in delight before moving closer to her - aiming his cock right into her mouth, sliding in slowly… delicately…

Sophie just wanted it over with, personally, so she gripped his hips and pulled - shoving his entire cock down to the knot inside her throat. Sophie very nearly gagged - but working as a prostitute for this job had trained her throat enough that she held it back. The fellow agent moaned in delight as her throat massaged his aching manhood - and her tongue got to work, working in tandem as she applied as much of her blowie knowledge as she could. Her paws too weren’t idle - they fondled and squeezed his oversized nutsack, almost begging for them to release their juicy goods.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Sophie you’re so fucking good at this, what the fuck-” he moaned, grabbing onto her neck as he felt his cock moving back and forth inside there - he wasn’t going to last long at all, and despite the slightly embarrassment of potentially having her taunt him for being a one pump chump, the pleasure ripping through his body was more than worth it.

He let out a soft growl as he felt the wall break between his balls and cock - warm nutritious cum flooding through and slamming into the back of her throat, as Sophie rapidly began to gulp down the tasty treat - ulp, ulp, gulp, gulp. Fuck, there was a LOT of that sticky surprise - and why the fuck was it so tasty? The breeder boys are probably feeding their members better than your usual prostitute-using backwoods moron…

The torrent of nutbutter didn’t feel like it was going to end anytime soon - so it came as a surprise to Sophie when it did, allowing her to escape his cock and take in a few deep breaths, fresh air pouring down her throat along with the thick, tasty cum of her fellow undercover agent. Ugh… the worst part of it all was the fact her cunt had turned slippery and soaked from the action, despite Sophie very much not being aroused by the fact she was pretty much turned into a cocksucking cumwhore…

At least, she probably wasn’t aroused by that…

“Fuck, that was… heavenly, Sophie. How’d you learn to be that much of a fucking whor- Uh, I mean.. How’d you learn to be that… good?!” the unknown male teased her, rapidly covering himself from what he originally meant to say, slapping her head a little with his cock - an extra spurt of love splashing over her face. Sophie did her best to hold in a retort, licking her lips absentmindedly to gather up those extra nutrients - before stopping, realizing what she was actually doing.

“So… what happens now?” she asks, for once actually feeling a little lost. She’s gotten in here, seemingly undiscovered - and now, she’s not too sure where to go from here. It’s unlikely she’ll be able to find any proper incriminating stuff from this room, and her own experiences from now on would simply be unsubstantiated testimony - she has no idea how long it’ll take to find something concrete…

“Well, for now - sit tight, and get used to the role. In time, I’m sure an opportunity will present itself…” he began to tell her, but Sophie huffed and crossed her arms in frustration: “Seriously? That’s all? “Sit tight”? It may be easy for you, getting your dick wet daily on some poor women who’re trapped here, but have you thought about what’s going to happen to ME?!”

Sophie took a breath as her fellow agent-in-crime looked a little stunned for a moment at her outburst, before she continued: “I’m going to have to bend over, spread my legs, ride cock after cock whilst my womb bloats with criminal cubs, have my tits fill with milk and I’ll be treated like a soaked cumsock! Yet all you can offer is, in effect, a “deal with it”?! I AM fucking dealing with it, but it SUCKS! Why the fuck am I even here, can’t you stupid moles get the evidence we need yourself?!”

Sophie slams a paw down on her bed, glaring at her compatriot - her eyes filled with anger at his nonchalant attitude. He kept eye contact, but his eyes confirmed her hope - she’d taken him down a peg or two.

“Look, Sophie. I know it sounds like bullshit coming from me, but I get it - and, personally, I think it sucks major balls too. I can’t personally offer any advice or guidance - I was told to simply relay what the brass said to me, which is what I did. I’m sorry, okay? I’m here to help you if I can at all. That’s my job. And… well…”

He takes a breath, moving his paws a little as he tries to figure out the best way to explain this: “We can’t GET to the evidence. The structure of the gang doesn’t really allow it, especially since we’re *joiners” - those who joined the gang externally. They actually trust the whores more than they trust us, which I guess makes sense really. They don’t think any female officer would wanna go through the kinda stuff the whores usually do, so… at least in that case, you have a major edge.”

He moves closer to her and sits down on the edge of the bed. Sophie feels her anger slipping away as he continues to talk.

“I can’t get into the inner circle, nor can any of the other moles - it’s locked up tight. But whores sometimes get picked for personal… uh… use? They get used as toys, really. It’s the best way in, and I think you’ll be able to do it - but I don’t know what sort of timeframe it could take. It could happen next week, it could happen next year - I don’t know. What I DO know is that you’re definitely going to be getting attention, for two main reasons.”

He pauses for a moment, looking at her. Sophie nods, guessing that he wanted some sort of confirmation that she wanted to listen.

“So, you’ll know the first one already - APS. You having… exceptional breeding capacity has already marked you as a girl of interest, which comes as no surprise. But you’re also a lot more mentally… sound? I don’t know how best to put it, but you’re a lot more with it, mentally. Most of the girls here come in as hardcore sluts and whores - which is fun for all of us, and for everyone the gang services… but the top guys, they don’t want some drooling cockwhore. Not always, at least. If you can demonstrate that you’ve still got your head screwed on, I honestly think you’ll make some quicker progress - but, I can’t promise you that. Do you understand?” he finishes, looking her in the eye again.

Sophie did. She understood. In fact, it was useful information - this guy wasn’t wholly useless, then. A smile even crept onto her muzzle as she looked at him.

“Thank you. I do understand - and that’s actually helpful, so thank you. I’m sorry for snapping at you, but… well I’m sure you can understand why my emotions might be a little tense right now.”

He nodded at her, and extended a paw - which she took, and shook.

“Thanks for taking the time to talk, Mr Mystery Name. Are you not worried of being found not breeding my brains out, though? Surely someone could come in at any-”

“Nah”, he cut her off fast, waving his paw at the door.  “We’ve got an occupied system, nobody will bother us. But I should probably get back to my duties, thanks for the uh… service. You gonna be okay?” he asks, with a surprising amount of tenderness in his voice.

“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I? I’m just gonna have to put up with it. You gonna keep checking up on me?” she responds, suddenly worried that she won’t have him to rely on much.

“Probably daily, yeah. Although I expect there will be a certain… expectation of my visits to you, if you catch my drift.”

Sophie sighed, but there wasn’t much power behind it. Typical. But, there wasn’t really anything either of them could do in the circumstances… plus: “Well, I suppose it’s better to have you father some pups in me rather than some criminal gangbanger. Silver linings and all that.”

Her liaison smirked and gently bumped a fist against her shoulder.

“That’s the spirit.”

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Sophie’s first days as an undercover operative inside a sex-trade focused gang went as well as she expected - they pimped out her lush body for as many cocks that could offer up payment. Her first day of “active duty” was predominantly spent in a cushioned, dimmed-light room - it was all fancy, but only for aesthetics. Sophie practically had a revolving door of men, again and again, come in - bend her over - take out their frustrations. It was humiliating, disgraceful, shameful… overwhelmingly embarrassing.

But it was oh so very pleasurable too.

It didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm, on only her second client of the day. The first had been a quick and rough fuck, caring more for himself than for her - but this second guy turned on the charm, his paws making sure to appreciate her everywhere, not just jackhammering her cunt with his oversized meatstick. She ended up cumming just as his knot squeezed it’s way in, which only amplified her orgasm tenfold. Her vaginal cavity squeezed down tight on the invading cock, milking it as hard as possible - very, very successfully.

Sophie felt the jets of warm cum slamming again into her womb, her ovaries having utterly no defence against the ocean of fertile spunk presently drowning her poor eggs in love - billions of wriggling, virile sperm slamming into her ovum, uploading their genetic code deep inside her oven, waiting to be grown into fully fledged puppies…

That is, if her babymaker wasn’t already stuffed from the previous day.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one to stuff her cunt full - sure, some of her clients unloaded their warm jizz onto her tits, down her throat, on her fat squishy ass as they kneaded her like a stress-ball, coating her thighs or belly…

Sophie was more like a canvas, waiting to be painted with sticky white love. Her fur rapidly grew soaked in spunk, droplets oozing off of her lustful body as she felt her thoughts slip away with the clock. Cock after cock just kept coming - mainly canine, she noticed. Perhaps she was considered more of a “prime stock” - and reserved for more canine clients, considering their entire gang seemed to be structured this way.

All throughout the day, Sophie was brought to orgasm - again, and again, and again. Every time, a little piece of her resolve slipped away. Her concentration on matters not relating to pleasing every male she saw chipped away, bit by bit. At the start of the day, she’d held her legs open with grim determination to present herself as the whore she should be.

By the end, her legs were trembling in delight as they opened up automatically, presenting herself as the prized present she was always meant to be. Her paws slid up her body to grasp her cum-soaked tits, rubbing against her nipples as ripples of pleasure swam through her body. She was exhausted, cum-covered, and overwhelmingly orgasm-addicted as her handler returned after god-knows how many men had taken their way with her.

On the first day.

The first of many.

Day two brought more of the same - as did day three.

Day four, however, was different.

Sophie’s belly had been steadily growing over the past few days - the fruits of all that virile spunk being dumped into the most receptive puppy-factory becoming more and more evident. Her womb had been steadily bloating, not just with cum - but with fresh life. The little kicks at her belly had been so very stimulating, especially at night when there was nothing stopping her paws from grinding against her clit, or squeezing her nipples as hard as her clients. Many had taken the liberty of drinking from her engorging breast, stealing the milk that was meant for her offspring - but that was okay, because she got to cum.

Her… masters were considerate, too. They hadn’t been admitting the most rough clients to use her, instead opting for the repeat offenders who were known to be a lot more gentler and loving. Many a time, their paws had stroked over her belly and caressed her whilst they slowly stuffed her cunt with extra love. Sophie’s appetite quickly turned cum-focused too, as she was gulping down for however many lives that were growing inside her. In only a few days, she’d developed quite an addiction to drinking down all the wonderfully varied cum-flavours of men - stuffing her muzzle into their ballsacks, drinking in the thick musk before getting her fantastic drink straight from the tap.

Of course, with her belly rapidly swelling with young - they had to come out eventually. Her handler could tell she was going to pop one day, and kept her away from her usual duties - instead, he chaperoned her to a special area. An area that she’d frequently visit in the future, when her cubs were ready to leave. Sophie had expected some dingy, almost cruel area for this - but instead was decently surprised to see how… comforting and welcoming the birthing suite was.

They even had female staff on hand to assist her if needed, which was the biggest surprise she’d faced here. Not that she was opposed at all - in fact, they definitely helped her keep calm as her contractions started, rapidly growing stronger. The whole birthing process would be long and arduous for a regular girl - but for Sophie, an APS afflicted individual, the whole ordeal would be over much faster.

And rather than immense pain from bringing new life into the world - Sophie was lucky to instead feel immense pleasure, girlcum splashing across the room as the first of many cubs squeezed its way out of her cunt. Sophie’s mind started to fry from the orgasms as the second and the third cub were let free into the world - and her whole body was limp and exhausted when the final, 11th cub flopped out.

Her tits leaked milk down her body, and her cubs were mercifully allowed to drink for a little while, before being whisked away. She felt her heart sink at the sight, even through the orgasmic haze - but, she regained a little bit of her determination.

Plus, it’s not like she’d be able to bring 11… or more, cubs home. What would Bobby think?

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Many changes had happened to Sophie in only a few days - the timeline so accelerated in fact, that on one ultra rare moment that the lustful cloud in her brain was lifted after a particularly powerful orgasm, she wondered to herself whether something was being manipulated. Maybe her food or water was drugged to make her more compliant and horny. Perhaps her room was slowly filled with aphrodisiac gas during the night. Maybe the breeder boys had special genetic modifications to make their cum addictive…

Or maybe she was always like this.

Her APS condition could be the culprit, right? It wasn’t uncommon for female APS sufferers to have inflated libidos, weaker resistances to sexual addiction, and all sorts of other lustful maladies. Sophie hadn’t had her condition evaluated for quite a while, as she’d always wished to keep it more under wraps, brush it under the carpet and ignore it.

Maybe that had been a mistake.

But right now, she couldn’t care less - she was having too much fun. She didn’t even need to focus on her mission right now, whatever that was meant to be. Gather evidence? It was growing in her womb right now, and would grow again and again the longer she was here. It wasn’t like she could leave, right? Hah… maybe she should ask her handler, see what he thinks. Maybe he’ll tie her up and run a train on her naughty cunt…

Oh that was a lovely thought, wasn’t it?

Days began to merge into weeks, the concept of time becoming a slurry of useless information. She could only really keep track of her sleeps - and the clock on the TV, if she ever bothered to use it. Most of her time was spent tending to V.I.P guests… or fucking her fellow undercover agent.

It hadn’t taken long for her lust to overtake her, and to drag him onto the bed. He hadn’t complained, why the hell would he? He’s getting the best sex of his life, near daily ball-drainings by some utterly godlike bitch. Hell, some of the many litters pumped into her was likely his - and he didn’t even have to take on any responsibility for them.

Maybe that was why he never brought up their shared mission again. He was much too busy bending Sophie over the bed, pinning against a wall, making her ride him like a lust crazed cum addict. Which, in effect, she was. Hey, this was what she’d signed up for, right? She was just playing her part… and so was he. They could stop at any moment. Probably.

Or maybe he’d never been on her side - perhaps it had just been a clever trick, and he’d already spilled the beans to his boss that she was an undercover agent. If so, there wasn’t ever any actual evidence of this - Sophie was treated just the same.

But, most likely, Sophie just couldn’t remember him ever mentioning their mission. He probably did bring it up, maybe they even had a conversation - but her brain was too muddied with sex, too melted by cum. Perhaps she’ll snap out of it one day.

She wasn’t sure how many days had gone by, how many weeks that signified. It was difficult to keep track of the time like this - difficult really to think of anything.

Not that it mattered - what mattered was her handler's cock, as she grasped his paws in her own and bounced like her life depended on it. Her hips slammed down onto his, her pussy squeezing in delight as another orgasm was milked from her. Her room was filled with sexual musk, only driving her to ride him harder, to moan in delight. Sure, she was a bit cockdrunk… they all were, eventually.

But her handler could still sense a spark in her. Something that had kept her from becoming a complete feral animal. He didn’t know what it was, but he liked it. She showed promise.

After unloading another batch of fresh puppies into her womb, he gently looped his arms around Sophie’s waist as they got to their feet. His load drooled from her abused pussy, but he began to lead her out of the room. Sophie was still basking in the orgasmic afterglow, and didn’t think much of the new behaviour. This hadn’t happened before, but she was still too out of it to really take it seriously.

Lights and sights began to slide through Sophie’s eyes as she was led away from her usual quarters - her footpaws making soft steps on the carpet below, as her handler held her by the arm. It almost looked romantic, like he was leading her down the aisle, but in this case he was leading her further down the outside corridor, and through a thick, heavy, ornate wooden door. The further they went, the more Sophie’s thoughts began to slowly return - and she began to pay attention to her surroundings. It was all the same sort of fancy, upper-class furnishings though.

Eventually they came to a more modern looking door, with a keypad - which her handler punched in a code so fast that Sophie didn’t even have the tiniest chance to memorize it. The door slid open, and she was ushered inside - a big ornate office opening up in front of her. The room drooled with wealth, from the carpets, chairs, and the huge desk that dominated the room - along with expensive looking computer equipment perched on top. The room itself felt warm, or perhaps that was just her body - a tingle had rippled across her crotch as her eyes laid on the figure sat at the desk.

He was an older wolf than the other gang members she’d seen so far - flecks of grey were dotted about his muzzle, and she could see from his eyes that he had… experience. He was very, very handsome however - that sort of rugged older man look. But perhaps she found every male attractive now, since it wasn’t just their visuals she was interested in… rather, what they carried between their legs.

But right now, she wasn’t sure what to do. Her handler let go of her, but didn’t make any moves to pull her as he moved  forward and began to converse with the figure. At one point, he gestured at her - but Sophie couldn’t make out their words. Finally, he span around - giving her a thumbs up and a smirk, which she took as a signal to approach.

The older wolf’s eyes looked over her naked body for a few seconds, drinking her in. Sophie saw as he licked his lips a little, which sent a small shiver through her hips. He didn’t speak, but he waved a paw at her handler - dismissing him  from the room. He did so, without any further communication, and Sophie heard the door slide open and shut once more.

A moment passed where she locked eyes with the older wolf, the leader perhaps? Or at least some head of the organization? Someone important at least… someone who might hold some evidence to help her case. Someone she needs to impress.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he suddenly asks in a deep, loud voice - causing her to ever so slightly jump in fright. Sophie isn’t sure whether she’s allowed to speak or not… but she shakes her head, before utterly a quiet: “No, sir.”

His paws clasp together and he leans forward a little, barely making a sound as he does so. It’s uncanny, the way he moves.

“Well, little one.” he pauses, and Sophie’s ears twitch slightly at the name. “I’m looking for a pet.”

The amount of effort put into the word “pet” was… astounding. It drooled from his mouth in a lustful, thick, wet way - and it made Sophie’s whole body flush. The older wolf smiled a little, slowly rising from his chair and making his way around the desk - he was bottomless too, something she hadn’t been able to see. But now, she could… and she could admire the cock he sported. Cock… tasty, perfect cock…

“What do you like most in this room, pet?” he  asks her, drawing up close to her body - reaching out to gently cup her breast, giving it a squeeze… testing it, almost. Sophie couldn’t stop her thighs from clenching together as she looked up at his beautiful, warm eyes… thinking on what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, of course… but this felt like an important question.

“Uhm… I… I like you most of all, sir. And the computers there look cool too…” She replied, surprising herself - she hadn’t meant to add that last part, it just sort of… came out. A moment passed between the two of them, and Sophie hoped she’d made the right choice - as a larger, more genuine smile crept across the male's face.

“I see. I like it. But I’m sure there’s something else you love too, don’t you? Something special, just for you. Why don’t you bend over so I can show you?”

Sophie took a deep breath as she felt his paws slide around her waist, gently pulling her towards the desk - and she submitted. Of course she submitted. What else would she have done? Submitting felt good, it brought her cock - and cum, and more kicks inside her womb from fresh pups…

She arched her back as she gripped onto the table and bent over - legs apart, exposing herself fully. Sophie felt that warm press of a cocktip against her entrance, as she’d done many a time before. It still felt as good as always, no matter how many invaded her, pounded her, impregnated her - it was all so wonderful…

The “ringleader”, if he was even that, was slow with her - easing his cock into her, his paws running down her back and gripping onto her fat, plump ass. He enjoyed kneading her rump, squeezing and squishing as he pressed his hips forwards more… before, with a little smirk, he thrust forward hard and brought a paw down roughly onto that jiggly rear, enjoying both the smack and the squeak it elicited from her.

His paws held onto her tightly as he began to plow his newest toy - she felt fucking great, in his own personal opinion. He’d had many toys before, some bad, most of them all good - but this one felt fantastic, with the way her body worked with him, and the pleasure she obviously felt. She wasn’t stiff and uninterested, her position being more of a chore than a joy… but she wasn’t some feral lust ghoul, recklessly attempting to milk him for all he was worth. Sure, those types of girls were fun… but they were too plentiful, and lacked a certain spark in them. Their personalities were fucked out of them, leaving only a slut-husk behind.

But this one? This… Sophie, that was her name. Sophie moved with him, neither stiff nor feral - she felt more like a lover instead, connecting the two of them through sex. It felt fucking good, that was for sure - his tempo had been increasing steadily, his hips meeting hers with a loud slap, slap, slap - faster and faster. His virile balls had been hitting the top of her thighs, her ass jiggling harder as he began to put more power into his thrusts…

Sophie was having the time of her life, too. Of course, she always did whenever a cock started stuffing her now - but this guy, he felt… different. Of course that wasn’t the most descriptive moniker, but he DID. He felt more… powerful, not just in thrusts - but the way he made her feel. The way his cock moulded her pussy, his knot smooching her entrance, his tip grinding against those fucking good spots inside of her…

Sophie couldn’t stop a howl of delight as an orgasm crashed through her again, shouting out for her new lover: “PLEASE can you CUM inside me! I have APS, just KNOCK ME UP~!”

The proclamation hadn’t come as a surprise to him, he already knew about her condition - it was one of the reasons he’d chosen her. He’d already fathered a few cubs, although less than what would be expected from his… position. He was more picky with his partners, preferring to keep one rather than spend his seed over multiple - but, pregnancies took a while for them.

But for Sophie, and her APS? Well, that little problem wouldn’t exist anymore - and he sure as fuck wanted to wife her in this moment. He bent over and brought his lips close to her ears…

“You wanna be a mommy so bad, huh? You’ve already had so many litters, I have the file… yet you still want more you greedy bitch? Well, good news for you - you’ll spend a long time bearing my descendants, as I have a whole family tree to produce…”

The words extended Sophie’s orgasm by a mile as they coursed through her brain - as did the way his knot was stuffed into her, swelling up and locking the pair together whilst his balls got to work, pumping shot after shot of thick, sticky, fertile wolf love into her oven - a scene she’s experienced many times before, her ovaries completely giving up any notion of defense against the onslaught of puppybatter a long time ago. Countless billions of powerful sperm began descending once more on Sophie’s eggs - slamming their genetic code into her, pummelling what little amount of defence her egg-walls even had, before the ocean of wrigglers began swarming inside and making their home in her…

Sophie’s whole body shuddered and trembled, her legs giving out - thank goodness she was bent over the desk, as now it was the only thing supporting her. That, and her new lover that she was tied to. Because that’s what she thought of him now - or, more likely, what she hoped. She hoped so, so very much. In fact, it was probably a good idea to ask-

“C-can.. I… s-s-stay with… with… yoouuu…” she moans out, having to take breaths between each word - but, she got them out at the very least. The answer to her question came with a sharp slap across her ass, causing her legs to tense up and a groan to escape her.

“Of course you will. You’re mine, now.”

That’s all she needed to hear - and a smile crept across her muzzle as any energy inside her simply melted away. She could fall asleep right here on this desk, next to this computer…

A computer which had a flashing USB drive plugged in.

It drew her eyes for a moment, as she lay there in orgasmic bliss. Wasn’t she here to collect something? Evidence? A USB drive from the boss’s computer could have it, right? All she’d have to do is reach out and pull it… he probably wouldn’t notice…

But her paw didn’t move. The USB drive could wait, for sure. Right now she was too tired, too wrapped up in pleasurable orgasmic heaven. Sure she should have probably grabbed it… but she could always get it another time.

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