The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter 5: Purpose
I remember waking up from a strange dream sitting at my desk. The memory of it left before I could even recall what it was about but the eeriness of it lingered. I looked over at the monitors not surprised to see that Ashley was still sleeping. After her ordeal I had given her another dose of propofol to silence her incessant moaning. Bianca silently watched over her as tears streamed down her face. She looked as if she had been engaged in deep, careful thought; more than likely plotting my demise.
I must have fallen asleep right after cleaning up but I had no recollection of even sitting down. I had no idea what time it was as there were no clocks and my cell phone was upstairs. I hadn't been sleeping much since I brought them into my cellar and couldn't even recall the last time I had left the barn for any reason. I knew, however, that I'd have to make a supply run soon as my own personal food stores were slowly dwindling.
The nagging urgency of my bladder let me know that I had to piss badly and I needed to get up and head toward the toilet immediately. But as I stood up to do so I glanced across the room toward Bianca's bare, brown ass and a very filthy thought entered my mind. With a devilish grin, I walked over to her and without warning I unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock and immediately let loose a strong and steady stream of hot, golden piss right down the crack of her little round ass.
"W..what are y..NOOOO..STOP..y..you c..aaaaaeeeeee..."
Her objection trailed off into loud sobbing. She had started to say "you can't" but I think she realized that I COULD...and more importantly...that I WOULD. I knew then, that sometime in the very near future, she would be completely broken.
As I shook the last few drops of piss from my cock another desire replaced my need to urinate. Looking down at her bare, piss soaked ass I began to stiffen. Up until now I had not used either of them to satisfy my own sexual release. This was definitely one of the reasons I abducted them but somehow I had become so immersed in the psychological aspect that I'd forgotten about my own needs.
I stroked my shaft until I reached my full state of erection. I'm not a huge man, but I'm certainly not small. I'm seven inches long but what I lack in length I more than make up for in girth. It didn't take long to reach full arousal and my cock was now throbbing in my hand.
As I positioned myself behind Bianca, she immediately clenched her ass in resistance.
"No...please God no...please please please no."
If she had only known how much her begging fed into my arousal she might have kept quiet.
"This is going to happen. You will either stop fighting it or I'll choose another hole."
I was very nonchalant in my tone but I meant every word. I wanted to use her cunt but if she struggled much more I'd make her sorry for it by ripping her tight little asshole open. I think she knew exactly what I meant because she stopped resisting and arched her back in such a way that presented her breeding hole at a much more easily accessible angle. One might even be convinced she wanted it willingly if one didn't already know any better.
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit trying to find her natural lubrication but she was clearly not aroused and for some reason this turned me on beyond belief. In my experience with voluntary slaves I never once had encountered this issue. They had always been aroused and willing which may have been one of the factors leading up to my boredom with them. This was a brand new feeling. This was rape.
Rape.
I had role played rape scenarios hundreds of times with many different women but it had never once been real. It's impossible to rape the willing.
This is true.
But you can certainly rape the unwilling. I smiled at the thought.
I thought about using lube but that was too clinical and too sterile for this new sensation pulsing through my veins. This called for something simple and vile.
I had already began salivating at the initial thought of violating her most sacred of holes and I could think of no better way to lubricate her dry, unwilling cunt. I bent down and spat out a healthy wad of my spittle directly onto her twat; generously coating her cuntlips. I used my cock to work it into her folds and without any further preparation I forced myself deep inside her all in one swift stroke.
"Uhggghoooeeeeeeee...NO NO NO!!! Fu...you..bast...fu..ugghhhh..go..damn..yo..."
The disgusted, hate filled sound of her voice excited me to no end.
After the initial penetration I remained still for a moment; deep inside her. It was made very clear by her tightness that she hadn't been penetrated in a very, very long time; possibly not ever...at least not by a real cock anyway. It gripped me in a way I had not felt in ages. It was tight, yes, but so incredibly and impossibly hot as well; as if all her fiery hatred for me had been concentrated right inside her cunt in that singular moment. The feverish heat made my cock twitch and I began easing it backward. The way it held onto me felt like dragging terrycloth across Velcro. Once halfway out I began to slowly fuck her. She made very little sound and what noise I did hear sounded like painful grunts. Contrary to popular erotic fiction, they don't start enjoying it halfway through. I was delighted by this.
In my state of arousal I knew I wouldn't last long. I was so wrapped up in the moment that it never occurred to me that I should pull out. I wasn't thinking long term. I don't even think I considered her human at that point so therefore how could she possibly conceive? She was just property; my own personal fuck-meat. Not a woman and certainly not a genetically compatible female. Sexual arousal has a bad habit of getting in the way of rational thought and that is precisely what happened in that moment. I shoved my cock as far up inside her as I could and let out a long, deep and furious roar as I emptied every last drop of my pent up sexual aggression deep inside her burning cunt; unknowingly inseminating my property and altering the future of my project.
Looking back I'm not sure that I would have changed anything even if I had realized the implications of the act. It was unrehearsed. It was primal.
It was real.
Once you've experienced real there is no going back. Nothing less than this would ever feel authentic. Nothing less would ever satisfy me again.
I pulled my cock from her cunt and a large gob of my seed fell onto the floor beneath her. I sat down behind her and just watched as her freshly stretched hole slowly leaked my semen. I was mesmerized.
Little by little the realizations of possible outcomes started to seep into my mind. For each one I devised a solution and it didn't take long before my concern transformed into mere afterthought. I didn't care anymore. I was ready for anything and the possibilities became endless.