Ginny Gives Another Witness Statement
"So why don't you show me what this man supposedly did to you?" Agent Jasper intones, and as stupefied as she is Ginny can still spot the trap being laid out for her. She knows the suave, handsome federal agent has stopped by to 'collect a statement' every day now for the past six months, and all of his questions have inevitably centered on exactly what her mysterious assailant did once he had her under his hypnotic influence and all of her willpower had fully drained into his captivating hazel eyes. And without fail, the longer Ginny thinks about the mind-numbing trance she slipped into that day the more her thoughts empty out into soft, sleepy bliss, until invariably she winds up doffing her robe and exposing her swollen belly and heavy, milky tits.
"I… um… I think he fucked me?" she mumbles, her mind already too muddied to remember exactly why it would be a bad idea to display her pregnant body to a man who's supposed to be treating her like a witness in a potentially serious investigation. Just seeing the way Agent Jasper's gaze drops down to her puffy brown nipples, already starting to leak tiny droplets of creamy milk, saps her will and her intellect and makes her dreamily eager to clamber onto the bed to crouch on all fours on the mattress with her plump pink pussy lips gently parted in anticipation. "He, like… he made me, um, all dumb with hypno and he… he fucked me." She knows what he's doing, but increasingly she can't remember what her problem with it is supposed to be.
And sure enough, Agent Jasper undoes his zipper and pulls out a cock that's already almost too stiff to maneuver through the gap in his boxer shorts. Ginny can hear the rough urgency in his voice as he murmurs, "And just to clarify, you were totally helpless to resist him? Your brain was completely drained by the thought of a big, hard cock filling your needy cunt?" He's already matching word to action, plowing her pussy with a grunting thrust that perfectly evokes the memory of Ginny's surrender, and for a moment she finds her dazed and dozy brain considering the notion that this is the man who hypnotized her in the first place. But no, as fuzzy as her memories are, Ginny knows she would know that voice. This is a man who's simply realized how easily Ginny slips back into trance when she sinks into that memory.
She can't lever herself out of it, either. "Uhh, uh huh, t-totally fucking drained," she mewls, grinding her hips back against Agent Jasper's stiff prick in an effort to milk the cum out of his heavy balls. She knows she's being trained to crave his cock the same way she wanted the man who hypnotized her, learning to associate his visits with unthinking pleasure and grunting, rutting ecstasy, and the tiny sliver of mind she has remaining wonders what will happen once the baby arrives and their unprotected sex carries with it the risk of getting her knocked up all over again. She hopes he decides to simply claim her for his own, to drop the investigation and marry his star witness so she can be used as his own personal breeder sow whenever he wants. Assuming there's even an investigation going on anymore. For all Ginny knows, he's just stopping by whenever he wants a good fuck.
Even that thought just drains down into her swollen clit before disappearing in the throes of a powerful climax, though, and Ginny hears herself squeal in desperate lust as he finally strains and spasms inside her. "Tell me how you made him hard again," Agent Jasper says, and Ginny can't help wriggling around on the mattress so she can lick his balls while his semen slowly, lazily leaks out of her throbbing cunt.
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