Breeder

by Jordan Silver

  She cleaned my cock with her tongue until I was hard again, something I wasn’t too pleased about, but there was no hope for it He’d found some kind of solace deep inside her hot cunt and I wasn’t the man to deny him.

  “Get up here.” I pulled her up by her arms and lifted her until her legs wrapped around my middle. I held her ass in place so she didn’t fall and used my free hand to push my cock into her waiting cunt.

  She tried working her cunt down the whole length of my cock but I stopped her. “Bad girl, you want to bleed again?” I controlled her movements with my hand on her ass and let her fuck herself on my cock until she grew tired and I had to take over.

  I turned, pressing her back against the wall so I could pound into her pussy furiously, which seems to be my only speed when it comes to her.

  “Feed me your tit.” She rushed to hold her sweet morsel up to my mouth to be ravaged. I left marks on her tit flesh with my teeth as I sucked her hungrily. Her pussy did gymnastics around my cockmeat as it slid in and out of her.

  The wet sounds of her cunt reached my ears and made me ravenous for her. I dropped her nipple from between my teeth and covered her mouth hungrily with mine. “Fuck, why is your pussy so good? Like it was made for me, only me.” I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. And from the way her pussy reacted to them I was sure I’d given too much of myself away.

  The anger made me slam her pussy even harder as if I was trying to fuck my own weakness out in her. I didn’t want to want her dammit. Didn’t want this persistent need to be near her whenever we were apart for more than a couple of hours.

  But the harder I fucked, the more her pussy opened and accepted me until I was feeding her an extra inch or so. I felt the flesh of her tight pussy open and stretch around the new invasion as she accepted an even thicker part of my cock.

  I played around with the idea of forcing the rest of my cock to the thick root into her but thought better of it. I’d already torn her ass I had no wish to do the same to her cunt. Besides, if I tore her I wouldn’t be able to fuck her until she healed and I was sure I couldn’t abide that shit.

  “Cum!” I went back to her tit and slid a finger in her ass to bring her off faster when I felt my seed shooting up my cock. I hadn’t meant to give her my seed, it had already done its job and she didn’t deserve it. But her pussy felt too good and the choice was taken out of my hands anyway when her cunt locked down in my cock and held me hostage.

  We came together hard, until we slid down the wall in a quivering mess, our mouths fused together in the most passionate kiss we’d shared thus far. When I came back to my senses I was holding her in my arms and taking soft nips of her lips; like a lover.

  6

  You don’t need to fuck her any more Royce she’s already breeding. I’ve been having the same conversation with myself all day. After I’d fucked her up against the shower wall, and found myself treating her more like a lover than my captive, I’d been pissed.

  I’d got roughly to my feet and flicked on the water to clean her up. I of course handled that, just as I handled all of her care. It was part of my control over her; she wasn’t even allowed to think for herself any longer, but she didn’t realize it yet. It wasn’t overtly done by any means, but I see the evidence of it little by little as the days go by.

  She had no idea that when I wasn’t with her, when I had to leave for any length of time, I always made sure to leave her with something that would keep her mind occupied accordingly. There was a message being sent to her brainwaves everyday that she wasn’t aware of.

  When she was asleep it would seem more like a dream, and awake she would hardly be aware of it. It was just one of the things I’d implemented to safeguard myself if anything should go wrong, and things always go wrong. It was also designed to enslave her to me for always.

  I had no care of what such a thing would do to her if she were to escape back into the world. I was the only one who could deprogram her, not that I had any reason to. If she were ever to get away which was highly unlikely, she’d be no more than a shell of her former self, without me there. She wouldn’t understand what was happening to her, but much like someone who’d been hypnotized, would only come alive once she found me again.

  It was a bit much I know, but when I’d set my plan in motion I had no idea of who she was. Back then she was nothing more than an object to be used to get back at her father. It was only fair. He’d taken my child after all hadn’t he? An eye for an eye.

  She’d sensed my anger after we left the shower and like a typical female had decided to go on the offensive. I’d ignored her and tied her to my bed, stuffed her pussy with the vibrator I usually left in her at night and the plug in her ass, before leaving the room, still pissed at myself, and her. I wasn’t about to fall for this girl; there was no room in my heart for anyone else ever again.

  I’d slept on the couch to stay away from her and got up this morning with my defenses firmly in place. I watched her now as she worked herself up, just waiting for her to stop mumbling to herself and speak her mind. I hadn’t said shit to her as I fed her breakfast and I knew she was chafing and just dying to say something catty which is her usual reaction whenever we have one of these standoffs.

  I knew she wouldn’t be able to help herself. It was a sure sign that I still had my work cut out for me, and I was looking forward to bending her even farther to my will. Her little shows of defiance do make things interesting.

  Instead of taking her back to bed after she’d eaten, I let her walk around the cabin naked, her chains hanging from her arms and dragging behind her heels, for her daily exercise. “How long are you going to keep me here? It’s only a matter of time before they come here you know.”

  I like this, like when she challenges me. It beats the hell out of the constant tears and pleadings of her first few days here. I knew this anger stemmed from my treatment of her after we fucked in the shower. She’d had a rough day. First finding out that she was pregnant, and then me pushing her away after she’d gone all soft and malleable in my arms.

  I wasn’t in the mood to placate her though, or spare her feelings. “You’ll be dead before they clear the door.” I made a point of looking around at all the traps I’d laid down after that day she’d tried running away. Traps I’d made her watch me install. Especially the one at the door that would blow anyone’s head off unless I opened it a certain way. She knew there was a gun pointed there, but had no idea how to remove it and she was too damn short to reach the string it was attached to high in the ceiling.

  I saw the fear creep back into her eyes as she remembered she had no say here. My sinister smirk was enough to make her recoil. Good, can’t let her ever forget who’s in charge here. I knew that because of her upbringing that she was accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed. Even at the tender age of eighteen she knew well how to get her way in everything; except here with me.

  “Come here Katya.” She dragged her feet mutinously but she came all the same. I grabbed her nape and pulled her forward as if I would kiss her, but instead I held her there until her breathing changed and she was once again hot for my cock. Just my touch alone can do that to her. But I wasn’t about to reward her for bad behavior.

  I held her eyes with mine as I let my fingers find her already needy cunt. She was wet but not wet enough so I set about making her body ready to fuck. She moved against my fingers and I pulled them roughly from her pussy and fed them to her. She made a huffing sound because she was so close, but I ignored it.

  “Service me.” She looked at me as she licked her lips, another telling sign that I don’t think she was aware of. She was already conditioned so perfectly, though her natural fighting instinct was still strong. She got to her knees between my spread thighs as I sat at the table in the dining room.

  The cabin from the outside was made to appear small. Nothing more than a hunter’s lodge. On the inside was a different story. The rooms were wide and spacious with high ceilings and wide
view windows all made of one-way glass.

  Even now she could look out and see part of the hills of home, her home. And she might even see one or two of the men who were leading the search for her on their way back; empty handed, again. That too was part of my ploy. I wanted her to feel helpless, to know that her salvation was so near and yet so far. The same way they must’ve…

  I pulled myself back from memory lane just as her tongue came out to touch me. She circled my cockhead with her quick little tongue the way I’d taught her. I waited to see if she’d need any instruction, but she surprised me, and herself too I bet, when she moved her mouth down my cock and sucked hard.

  I played in her hair gently, coaxing her to take more of me into her mouth. Once my cockhead hit the back of her throat I fisted her hair and fucked up hard into her mouth making her choke and gag as she fought for air.

  It was only the child in her womb, my child, that made me ease up. “Come.” She was confused because I wasn’t cumming in her mouth, which is how we always started the day off. By all rights I shouldn’t be cumming anywhere other than her mouth or ass since my seed had already taken root, but I wanted in her pussy and didn’t allow myself to think why that was.

  “Sit on my cock and ride.” She spread her legs over mine with her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself down until she stuffed herself with my cock. Her eyes already had that glazed look, no doubt from the fact that I kept her primed throughout the night with the vibrator stuffed in her pussy and the plug in her ass.

  I watched her as she closed her eyes and gave herself up to pleasure. It hit me in the gut just how pretty she really was. I hadn’t allowed myself to see her before, all my energy had been concentrated on getting her with child, and since I had no interest in falling in love with her or using her as anything more than an incubator, her face hadn’t meant much to me.

  Her body I admit to admiring, who wouldn’t? She had the fresh young body of an eighteen year old, something I hadn’t seen since I myself was eighteen almost thirteen years ago. But now, looking into her face with her eyes closed, I could appreciate the slender plains of her features.

  Her lips were cupid bow shaped and pink, soft… I remember how soft they were and couldn’t resist lowering my head to hers for a taste. My hands helped her bounce up and down on my turgid cock as her pussy slipped and slide up and down my length.

  I squeezed her ass open and closed as she fucked herself harder. A sound started deep in her gut and made its way into my mouth as her pussy squeezed and released around my hard cockmeat. “Fuck I’m cumming, cum with me.” It was as if the words were all she needed to let go and let go she did.

  I had to hold her before she flew off my cock with her wild thrashing movements. I left her mouth and bit into her neck as my seed exploded in her cunt. Her body shook with each shot of cum I let loose inside her and set her off again. She came for what felt like minutes as my cock throbbed and thumped against her soft pink walls.

  7

  I needed to get away from her, to clear my head. Things were changing too rapidly for me and I had no doubt that it was my child now nestled in her womb that had unleashed all these tender feelings towards her. I hadn’t looked this far ahead. That’s what happens when you start shit from a place of anger; it clouds your judgment.

  I thought I could breed her take my child and go, destroying her in the process. The anger that had led me to such a decision had lived in me for well over a year before I’d finally taken her. But now, now that she was here, now that I’d had her, my mind was beginning to revolt.

  I returned her to the bed and she didn’t even complain when I tied her down again before leaving. I left through the backdoor at ditching the mask, not wanting to run into any of the rescuers. I’d ran into them that first day the morning after she’d first been missed. A few terse words had sent them packing and as expected they’d done some inquiries about the strange man roaming the woods.

  I’d foreseen such a thing happening and had already dropped a word in the ear of a close acquaintance, who’d called into the local sheriff and got the dogs off my back. He’d given them a story, a true story though there was a lot missing. All they needed to know was that I’d suffered a great loss and was here to recuperate.

  It must be burning their ass that they couldn’t get near my place, but I’d heard them talking once when I’d hid in the bushes spying on them, and just as I’d hoped, they’d been convinced that she wasn’t there because they’d been close enough to hear her scream if she was.

  They had no doubt that she would’ve answered their call had she been that close. Little did they know that she’d tried only to have her mouth stuffed with my cock for her efforts. Neither she nor they knew that the place was soundproof.

  8

  I tromped through the woods with my dog at my side, lost in thought. It had been some time since I’d let myself think of anything other than revenge. It had fueled my anger and hate and kept the enormity of my loss at bay. But now it seems it was catching up with me.

  I stopped with my hand braced against a tree as the world came crashing down on me. I bit into my fist to keep the cry of rage trapped inside. I dropped to my knees there in the brush and let the memories come for the first time since I’d got the news.

  I saw their faces again for the first time without brushing them away and felt my heart break all over again. I wanted to scream the word ‘why’ but there was no point. What was done cannot be undone no matter how I might wish it.

  I sat back against the rough bark of whatever tree I’d ended up under and let the memories flow. I’d been away on assignment, gathering information against a foreign faction that had infiltrated a very sensitive part of our government.

  It’s what I’d been trained to do and something I took great pride in. Most people when they think about wars and soldiers, think only of the men on the battlefield, most of them having no idea that there’s a whole new battle being played out behind the scenes.

  That’s where I come in. I have a head for computers and what my superiors call a criminal mind. As such I was able to think like the men and women I hunt down. Most of my work is done from an eight by eight room with my trusty computer and my wits, but when I’m called upon to go out in the field, I’m more than well equipped to handle whatever comes my way.

  I’d been in the middle of a job, things were finally coming to a head when I got the call. My wife and son had been in an accident. My son was gone but my wife was hanging on, though it didn’t look good. She’d lost the child she was carrying, eight months.

  We’d already picked out names and made the nursery ready. I’d been so excited, we hadn’t wanted to know the sex, choosing instead to be surprised. I’d rushed back to the states and went straight to her bedside. She’d been in a coma since the accident.

  It was a little girl and she never stood a chance. I’d sat at her bedside for days refusing to move, and then she’d opened her eyes. Five minutes, I had five minutes with her in which she’d said only two words. “Red Mercedes.”

  After that she was gone. There was no one else in the room with us, no one else had heard.

  I’d given it a lot of thought, whether or not I should share the information with the cops. The police report had said that it was a hit and run. She’d had a flat on a deserted stretch of road in a small town on her way to visit her parents.

  A car had slammed into her while she’d been parked on the side of the street trying to call for help. She’d got out of the car disoriented and fell in the middle of the road, bleeding out. The driver of the other car had not stopped and no one had reported an accident on that road. There was no doubt that he knew what he’d done, whoever he was. He’d just not cared.

  After I buried my family, I took leave from work and hid myself away with a bottle for a good week and a half. It was then I got the idea to take matters into my own hands. The cops were no closer to finding out who was responsible, but I had one piece of information th
at they didn’t.

  I’d gone back to that town and researched her steps. I put in a few calls and got access to any CCT cameras in the area. And that’s how I found him. The red Mercedes just as she’d said. The owner had no idea that he was about to commit murder, so he hadn’t hid his face or his license plate. I lucked out there.

  It was obvious as he left the store that he was drunk and that just made me even more pissed off than I already was. With his license plate it was easy to find him. I should’ve passed the information over to the cops, but a deep search of the asshole showed that he was one of those guys who could and had bought his way out of shit.

  The more I learned of him, the more I hated him. The decision to destroy him was an easy one, the only thing left was how. Then I’d come across a picture of him and his family and my eyes landed on his daughter. There was a right up in the paper for her eighteenth birthday. Daddy’s girl they’d called her.

  The report had talked about his love for his daughter and all the things he’d done for her birthday. A birthday my own daughter will never have. The seed had been planted and from there I’d put my plan in motion. I’d asked for an extended leave, bought this place and set about getting things ready.

  Now here we were. I’d achieved all that I’d set out to do but it was leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I had no doubt my wife would not approve. She was soft hearted and kind where I wasn’t so much of either. She would’ve wanted me to go to the cops and let them take care of it. But that wouldn’t have given me back what I’d lost.

  I wanted to make him bleed from within the way I was. I’ve been following the news and knew that he was indeed suffering. The next phase of my one-man operation was already in the works and should bear fruit by tomorrow. I’d forwarded evidence of his insider trading to the SEC and knew that tomorrow was the day his world would implode.