[MAKER'S CATCH]
The Maker entered one of his lairs. One of his temporary mannequins and full time guard was standing bybthe gate to meet him.
The guard was wearing black briefs, carrying bombs disguised as balloons and holding a guard dog.
"Good morning, Master Maker," the guard greeted.
"Is my new catch here? How is his state?" Maker asked.
"Well, he is being indoctrinated continuously since you brought him here three days ago. He hasn't succumbed yet," the guard informed.
The Maker smirked, "oh a toughie, eh. I'll see him."
The guard made way. The Maker walked into one of the dungeons.
There, he found his latest catch.
The new catch is a muscular fisherman, covered in a semi-electrified net that restricted his movement. He was a personal request of one of the Maker's loyal patrons.
The Maker showed himself to the man, "hello."
The man growled, "let me go! You freak!"
The Maker twisted his nipples, "you keep resisting. But not for long."
The catch continued to trash around.
"I'll breed you. And you'll be completely under," The Maker said and then sucked his own fingers.
Then he poked the fingers into the man's ass hole.
"What fuck nooooo! Ohhh-- ohhh myyyy gooood. What... Ohhh maaaan... That feels soooo good..."
The Maker stared at the eyes of his subject as he continued sticking his finger inside the hole.
"You'll feel this heavenly once you learn to give in..." the Maker murmured. "GIVE IN!"
The man writhed and started spewing cum from his hard cock. Then he fell and laid unconscious on his puddle of semen.
The next day, when the Maker visited the dungeon, the guard told him good news.
"He's responding fast now!"
The Maker grinned, "good."
He went into the dungeon and saw his new recruit making out and frotting with another mannequin.
The Maker made a call, "you can wire your payment now. Your mannequin will be delivered to you next week."
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