“I’m going to enjoy making you crack.” Jonas said as he moved from behind, his hands on her ass. He gave it a squeeze and ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs before he plunged his tongue deep into her ass.
Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and ignored it. The bliss. The feeling of being probed from behind like ways she had never been probed before by any man. Her lip trembled, but she quelled it. She didn’t scream or cry out. She even stopped sweating.
Then the other men, Jonas’ men, stepped up. They wrapped their hands around her hips and on her belly. They lowered their heads to go beneath her and extended their tongues, licking her full extracted hard nipples.
Samantha’s lips parted, but she stopped short of moaning. Their hands massaged her aching belly bump and their mouths kissed her tender flesh. Sucking at her breasts like newborn calfs. They took her breasts in so far, Samantha squirted milk.
Her mouth parted and up to the roof, Samantha’s eyes closed, but she didn’t moan. She didn’t call out even as her belly twitched in orgasm. She kept it to herself. She wouldn’t give them pleasure. For hours it went on. Over and over, until Samantha was so covered in sweat that her hair dripped a puddle on the floor.
Finally they gave up and Samantha was relieved. Jonas was not. He scowled in her face. “We will break you. You will call out in pleasure.”
“Never.” Samantha glowered and thought it would start again, but instead they just left her hanging. Samantha cried and thrashed, but there was no way to get down. Nowhere to go.
She was captive.
****
Over time she was let down. Her hair was braided and a leash was worn around her neck. She was back to being the piece of meat she fought so hard to get out of. A normal life. A loving husband. Great sex. That was all in the past.
She was pushing past her due date and her body showed it. Her belly was rounder an lower than ever before and it jetted out, danced with the movement from the full size babies. On her knees, her legs were wide and a chain ran from ankle to ankle, keeping her from moving.
Her arms were strained back far behind her and her wrists were cuffed to her ankles. It made her globe like breasts thrust up in the and her belly was shining like a golden bowling ball, hovering in the air. With her legs wide, her pussy was on display to everyone while Jonas stood there, spoon feeding her oatmeal.
She was so hungry, Samantha took it and small sips of water, her head and throat tilted up toward the roof. She could barely take breath.
While Jonas fed her, one of his men rubbed her belly while another sucked at her nipples. They kept her in a constant state of arousal and the camera was rolling so Logan could see. Or would see, once they got her to admit her desire.
But she would be dead first.
Jonas put his spoon down into his bowl. “You think you can keep this up?”
Samantha swallowed. “Keep what up?”
He became enraged and yanked her leash so tight, she gagged. “I think you know. Moan with desire. Call out my name in pleasure. Whatever it takes because once you have these babies,” Jonas grabbed her belly hard and Samantha bit her lip not to call out in pain, “I will keep them and send them back to Logan. If not, I will gut you like a pig and pull them from your womb. You have until tomorrow.”
Samantha cried as he pushed her neck back hard. Jonas left as well as his men and her belly cramped. A deep burgeoning cramp that was intertwined with her muscles, her uterus and her babies.
She had a feeling she didn’t have until tomorrow. The babies, for better or worse, we’re coming tonight.
****
Her ankles were unstrapped and Samantha was allowed to go down on all fours like an animal, her belly so huge it nearly touched the floor.
The contractions were getting more frequent and so far, she hid it from them. Her greatest fear was they would kill her in an illegal C-section and her babies would die in some botched attempt. If she could get close enough to them being born, Samantha knew that they’d be safe. Maybe their lives wouldn’t be ideal, but eventually Logan would find them. He would take them home. Her scarified would be for nothing.
So while Jonas took her from behind like he was some wild cowboy riding a bull, Samantha endured her physical pain as silently as she could. If she grunted, Jonas thought it was from him. If her hips moved side to side, Jonas saw it as a sign she was enjoying it.
Jonas didn’t see how she clawed at the floor boards with her fingernails, even when she snapped one off. He didn’t see her mouth frozen open in a silent scream.
She could barely deal with the quickening contractions as they moved her toward the wall and chained her in a standing position for bed, but Samantha was silently horrified. What if her baby was born and hit the floor? Would it die? Would it rip the cord straight out of her body like in a horror movie?
“The bed?” Samantha stifled her breath as another contraction hit her hard.
“Not tonight, princess Drake. Maybe tomorrow.” Jonas winked at her and left the room.
And just in time. Samantha gripped the chains with her hands and squatted down with a low tempered scream. Her insides popped. Something flowed from deep within. Water trickled down her legs.
The babies were coming. So all through the night Samantha breathed through the contractions as the pressure built. She swayed side to side, holding onto her chains and rested her head against the cool metal. Believe it or not, it helped.
Her hair was wet, slicked back, and her giant popped belly, glistening in sweat.
Sun was set for hours by the time Samantha felt the first urges to push. She wrapped her hands around the chains and endured the pain. She resisted the urge for as long as she could until it became so hard to ignore, Samantha bit her tongue.
Grimacing an crying, Samantha held onto her chains tight and lowered herself into a deep squat. Getting her ass as close to the floor as possible. Chin to her chest she bared down, feeling the tightening in her belly.
One…two…
Please, let her baby be okay. Please…
The door opened and Samantha screamed for relief.
“I knew it!” Jonas screamed. “She’s pushing! Our babies are going to be born. Someone get a blanket---.”
Samantha cried and heard a battle behind her. She couldn’t see, but lowered herself into another push. These babies weren’t going to wait for anyone, where they? She just had to keep going, and going.
Oh God, the pain. The tearing. The head was crowning.
“You bastard.” It was Logan. It was Logan’s voice. And then a gun went off.
“Logan?” Samantha thought maybe she imagined it. Maybe she was really dead, but someone put a coat around her shoulders and when he touched her, she started to scream.
“It’s me. Baby.” Logan’s eyes were wide with tears as he uncuffed her leash and her chains.
So weak, Samantha fell backwards into his arms. She gazed up at him. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Logan’s lip quivered. “I’ve been searching. Searching for weeks.” He kissed her fingers and saw her snapped fingernails. “Mother of God, if I hadn’t just killed him, I’d torture him. For as long as he’s been torturing you.”
It sounded like a good idea, but Samantha just moaned. “They’re coming. I can’t…I don’t want to give birth here.”
Logan laid her down on the ground, using his shirt as a pillow behind her head. He snapped his fingers as EMTs rushed in with supplies. “We’ll get you to the hospital.”
“It’s too late.” One of them said as he pushed Samantha’s legs open. “The head is right there. It needs to come out now.”
Samantha tossed her head to the side. “Do you know what they did to me here?”
Logan squeezed her shoulder. “But if she’s going to survive, we need to get her out. Let’s make a new memory here. Cleanse this place of the evil that took place.”
Tears in her eyes, Samantha nodded. She pushed her chin into her chest as h
er legs were hoisted in the air by the EMTs. Lovingly Logan caressed her head as he held it up high and deep, and together they counted. “One…two…three…”
Samantha’s counting turned to screams as the baby girl was born crying. Pink. Healthy. And then she got to do it all over again.
Home
Being home was everything it cracked up to bed.
The master bedroom was covered in more flowers than anything from people Samantha knew in her new life, her old life, and complete strangers. But, what made her most happy was how the big bed was covered in her family.
Her sons slept beside her. Her daughter silently nursed against her breasts and Logan was there, his arm around her, helping with the twin girls. Samantha felt foolish she ever thought he would throw her away after everything they shared.
“The boys missed you terribly. And I was beside myself in horror. Terror. Then, when the tapes showed up…” Logan shook his head. “I was revolted. Disgusted with how he treated you. And I saw how bad you held on. How stubborn.”
Samantha laughed. “I’m nothing if not stubborn.”
“I’m sorry, Sam. Really sorry that you were treated that way. To think some of the breeders—some of the women are treated like that? It’s a horrible system. Horrible. It needs to change. This shouldn’t be legal.”
“What do you want to do?” Samantha asked, her hand on his wrist.
“Use the tapes. Prove to the lawmakers that this system, doesn’t work anymore. Breeders should have a choice. They shouldn’t be sold. A binding, loving arrangement, maybe, but something needs to change.”
Samantha raised her eyebrows. “It’s a start I guess.”
“But it’s you on those tapes. So if it’s too traumatic. If you want to say no, I’ll bury it all and just—go back to living our lives.”
Samantha stroked his face. Happy and content with her answer. “Let’s do it. Everyone deserves a little of what I have. Love. So let’s do it.”
Epilogue
In a form fitting blue pencil dress, Samantha held the hand of her three year old daughters as they approached the bondfire.
She waddled side to side thanks to the baby belly that popped out from her middle. A boy and a girl, it would most likely be her last pregnancy, thankfully.
Now it was time to do other things.
She took to the stage and stood next to her husband, President Logan Drake. When they started all this, who knew where it would take them?
One by one all of the wealthy and the privileged tossed their breeders leashes into the fire. Samantha stared at hers for a minute, before she tossed it inside. It was how she came to become Mrs. Logan Drake. The first lady. A happy life. But she was lucky. She knew that.
Now it was time to spread some of the luck around.
The kids clapped even though they didn’t understand why and Logan kissed her. His hand caressed her belly. Samantha smiled at him and it turned pained. “Ooo.” She rubbed her belly. “Oh, Logan.”
“Already?” Logan asked and snapped his fingers over his shoulder.
“Already? I’m three days past my due date.” Samantha said as two guards took her arms and helped her waddle off stage, her back arched.
Logan hurried to keep up. “You sure this is the last time you want to do this?”
Samantha smirked. “Maybe.”
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