She'd always known the risks of being around mistress when she was in a... mood. Knew that she could end up as a pet. It was an open secret that girls who worked for her would occasionally slip into her harem, the mistress waddling around for a few weeks with a swollen belly, the girl inside her curled up tightly, slowly breaking under an onslaught of pleasure that would leave her mistress's obedient sexual slave. And even as she trembled against the hard wood floor, instinctively trying to wriggle free as powerful muscles began sucking her up into mistress's womb, there was a part of her that was already overcome.

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