Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 6

Trigger Warning for this chapter. Blood, Gore, Rape, Child Death, Human Experiment Trauma

A few hours had passed since the interaction with Deon, and Ruma strolled through the centre of the compound, she still fashioned Ratok's shirt but threw on some pants to head out with. Her fingers curled around the edges of the neckline and pulled it up to her nose, so she could inhale the ingrained smell of the bear kin.

She didn't have to look at the direction she was heading, her feet knew the path to nearly every inch of the compound. So, she could get mentally lost in the scent, even if she wasn't wearing the shirt his smell still hung heavy on her.

Her hand reached out and popped open the guard tower door, she had received a message from Vassenhilo to fetch an electronic pad that was left there and then to head towards one of his labs on the other side of the compound. The first room that she came to was a general lounge area, with several large cotton-topped couches and a table with chairs for morning breakfast or card nights, to the left, in a small alcove, was the miniature kitchen placed for the guards, with a complete coffee bar stationed just to the right.

Ruma strolled through the guard tower; she saw some movement up ahead, and she flicked her head up to look. Distracted by the others, she saw up ahead. A flash of brown fur came up from her blind spot.

Elongated padded appendages, with hooked talons on the end latched onto her. Quickly and effortlessly ripping Ruma off her feet. She felt the air leave her lungs, as she was thrown onto a cold hard surface. A high yelp went with the air. Her lungs burned as she struggled to gasp in.

While she was disoriented her attacker quickly went for her trousers, pulling them off her quickly. The cold on her legs shocked her enough to breathe in. With that she was able to smell the bat guard heavy musk fill the room.

He reached up and engulfed her small head in the palm of his hand. With one quick motion Ruma's chest and face were pressed down against a hard surface as he guided himself up to rail into her from behind. The bat being far more feral like in his actions, than seen before by her. Pressed his claws just enough into her to risk injury if she fought against him. She cried out and felt her throat rise with bile as his slick member stretched her open. Ruma's bleaded cries fell in time with each thrust he made. Tears rolled down her face each time she felt his penis reenter her, the sounds of his hips slapping against her ass echoed through the small offshoot, as his feral grunts reverberated through the hallways. By the end of it, Ruma was laid limp over the surface he had her on, making the act look more like a necrophilic pleasure.

The bat bent over, she could feel his member flex as he released his seed deep in her. She let out one last whimper of defeat. Pulling out with a huff, so came a steady stream on his thick warm semen as it rolled down her legs "That's better" he ruffled her hair "Thanks for the pick me up" he stepped back and started to zip up as another guard's footsteps could be heard stomping down the hall

Beskra, the cat, turned the corner, catching the sight of Ruma shaking as she tried to stand herself back up. He jerked his head to the side with a snarl, "Ratok is going to have everyone's throats for this, Michael"

"What is he going to do about it? She is the guards to share-"

Beskra didn't make eye contact, "As far as I am--" he paused and redirected his words, "As far as Ratok is concerned, she belongs to him, and honestly you all should leave it as such- there are other females on this planet that you can use It doesn't have to be her- it doesn't need to be her,"

"Shut up- I don't need to listen to the virgin talk" it was a common insult that Beskra got as he was the only guard , besides most of the females that had never touch Ruma- he got alot of hate from it by all the other males, Ratok was the only one that Ruma hadn't heard call him that.