My Biological Clock Made Me Do It – [F/M] [POV/storytelling/funny] [non-con] [impreg] [kidnapping] [police interrogation/brutality]

I promise I wasn’t always this… desperate? Is desperate the right word? Fuck if I know. Christ. You grow up with that whole house and a white picket fence shit shoved down your throat and you hit your biological clock… and nothing makes sense anymore. I don’t know what to tell you.

Officer, I went a little baby-crazy. Okay, a lot baby-crazy.

It’s the cute little shoes and the cute little clothes. I wandered around Babies ‘R Us like it was my fucking job—seriously, someone thought I worked there and asked me for help. It’s not my fault though, I promise. It’s evolution. It does… something to you. The hormones.

Sir, all my friends were having kids. Just… rubbing it in my face, you know? They all had kids and I didn’t even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. Not that you need a husband to have a baby these days—look at lesbians! They’re all having babies and there’s no penis involved. Fucking turkey basters, it’s ingenious, I tell you.

Anyways… I just… God. I fucking wanted a kid. I wanted a fucking kid like nobody’s business. But I was single and no one wanted to mingle, so like, what’s a gal to do? Fucking steal one? You can’t just fucking *steal* a baby. Despite what they say on the news I promise it’s harder than it looks to kidnap a damn baby.

Surrogacy? You’re asking me about surrogacy? Okay, yeah I thought about it. But it’s expensive. You have to pay for *everything.* The whole nine yards. And *I* wanted to be pregnant. I wanted my body to go through the change. I wanted to be a *woman*, officer. Yes, yes, I know not all women have uteruses, I’m well aware, sir. Could you fucking humor me though? Thanks. I wanted to be *pregnant.* I wanted to have milk-filled tits, the stretch marks. Even the morning sickness. I’ll throw up. Every. Damn. Morning. I decided I’d do it myself. Even if I had to… well I don’t know. That’s where the craziness kinda kicked in. A lot. Hyper-drive baby-craziness.

*I plead the fifth. Oh, that’s not how that works? Whatever. You want my story or not? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Officer, my ass…*

ANYWAY. Somewhere along the line… I got it in my head that if I couldn’t find someone before my eggs all dried up or whatever… it might just be easier to find a guy. But guys these days, they’ve realized that if they get you pregnant and you do a paternity test they’re like, liable for paying for the kid. Yeah! Even if you tell them they can sign away their rights. They get all high and mighty—what if the kid hates me and wants to go find its dad someday. These dudes are thinking ahead. I swear to god, I thought their brains were in their dicks but I guess they’re evolving… Fucking Christ…

Right, sorry. Right. Well if they’re not gonna give up their damn sperm–even though they fucking jack off constantly… I swear their fucking hands are in their fucking pants constantly… the next best thing is just… taking it, right? No? Okay, so you don’t get it. That’s fine. That’s cool.

Officer, I said I was baby-crazy. I’m explaining my stupid hormonal logic. I didn’t say it was *sound* logic. Write that down—not of *sound* logic. Freely acknowledges it. Totally knows it. Super aware of it. Absolutely fucking batshit crazy.

Officer, you don’t just intend to rape someone. I mean… Maybe you’re a creep and you think about it constantly. Maybe you dream about it and you want to really hardcore just… take advantage of someone, ruin their life entirely. Fuck them until they scream. Hear that ‘no’ and take it as a ‘yes.’ But I promise, that’s not me. I really didn’t want to ruin the guy’s life. It wasn’t my… intention. Yeah, yeah, the impact is the same. I know. I *know.*

Look, officer, do you want the damn story or not? I’m fucking hearing that you don’t want the story, you keep fucking interrupting. ‘Kay good. Shut up.

*Hey! I’m fucking complying, don’t beat me! I’m fucking telling you what happened, you can’t treat me like this. I’m fucking telling you what happened.*

*Okay… I’ll be more… reasonable. Okay. Okay.*

I was… walking down the street and I saw *him.* He was *gorgeous.* Like… six foot five, maybe taller. Muscular, hairy, bearded. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to jump him then and there. The biological clock. It just… took control of me. I saw red. Black? I don’t even know. Next thing I know I was driving my car, and when I turned around this big muscular fucking dude was tied up in the back. How did I manage it? I don’t *know*. Seriously, I have no idea. If you can figure that one out, I’ll blow you out back. No, really, I will. Oh, you don’t want that… Okay. Fine.

He’s all tied up. Duct tape. Jumper cables. Rope—where did I even *get* rope, y’know? If you know, please tell me. Like, did someone see me? CCTV or some shit? I can’t wait for you guys to have evidence, like honestly please fucking give a girl some insight. Am I goddamn Batman?

My pussy is wet as *Hell*, y’all. Like just… dripping. He’s at my fucking mercy. This guy. This big fucking titan of a man can’t go anywhere. I don’t even know where I’m driving to. Just like… *mmmmf*. I straight-up kidnapped a guy, and hell, if I’m gonna get in trouble for it I might as well get what I came here for, y’know? Like… Shit, this looks like a virile fucking dude, so he better get me pregnant. He’s *gonna*get me pregnant. If he knows what’s good for him.

I don’t know what else to do, so I take him home. Park in the garage. Drag that motherfucker out of the car— and he’s heavy now that I’m aware of what the hell’s going on. Pull the car back into the driveway. I live by myself in that suburban bullshit, so the Joneses aren’t gonna question me… When I’m back in the garage… I’m standing over him. Lil ol’ me. Just… standing over this giant of a man. Who’s tied up on my garage floor, looking up at me with *terrified* eyes. He didn’t think he was gonna be kidnapped today, now did he? Not by some lady who’s five-nothing on a good day. But I’m gonna climb him like a tree, fuck yes, I was gonna get that sperm. Get that baby. I was here already… what’s a girl to do, y’know?

I pulled down his pants to expose his cock and it’s just as big as I imagined it’d be. And limp too? *Mmmm*, he’s gonna be fun once he’s hard, we just have to get him there. I put my mouth on that flaccid dick and start sucking and the man can’t help himself. He’s moaning behind that duct tape—feels so good, I bet. Right? Like, who doesn’t like a good blowjob. He’s getting hard in my mouth and I’m just licking and playing with him, he do a damn thing. He’s tied up. He’s getting harder and harder and what do you know the man is a grower… God*damn*, am I in luck.

Officer, you’re bright red—is this too much? Is this… too much detail? I thought you needed the whole story for my confession. You look uncomfortable… do you want me to stop? Do you want me to—

*Ouch! Don’t grab my hair! Hey! Stop!*

*Okay… okay… I’ll move on. Please, please, stop hitting me.*

When he was finally hard enough and that massive cock was slick with saliva I pulled down my pants and I spread my legs. I straddled the man. On my knees, I put that big dick up inside my cunt and I started bouncing on it. Man looks… ugh who cares. Does it matter? All I wanted to be fucking *full* of his potent fucking sperm. I was *ovulating*. It didn’t matter *who* he was. Just *what* he was. What he *had.* What he could *give*, y’know?

I was *riiiiiiding* him. Positively fucking enjoying him. Just. Fucking. Full. Of. That. Dick. God, I was *so* fucking wet. I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer, about to cum. That’s when I started touching myself, rubbing my clit. Playing with myself. *Ugh*, it felt *so* good.

I hadn’t had sex in so long. Having cock in me just felt right. And riding it to the end… to my climax… to *his*… I was gonna get everything I ever wanted. I was gonna finally have a baby. A cute little kiddo to call my own. To love me unconditionally forever. And this guy, his fucking huge veiny cock—he was gonna give it to me.

The first orgasm hit and I came *so damn hard*. It was like a fucking avalanche. I was screaming and crying bloody murder. My fingers working circles on my clit, feeling his cock pressed against the tight walls of my cunt. I was so goddamn wet. I wasn’t done with him yet though. I fucking kidnapped a guy. I wasn’t gonna let him go without my prize.

Riding him… well a guy can really only take it for so long, y’know? Awww… you’re blushing. *You* know. Ha.

*Don’t hit me, please!*

I was mid-way through the third orgasm when he came. He looked so horrified. The fact that he actually came to a stranger who had kidnapped him, tied him up, dragged him into her garage… riding his cock… I mean, anyone would be freaked out right? Turned on? Same thing…

Thick ropes of cum fucking blasted into me. *Mmmmmgod*, it was everything I wanted. I kept riding him… Mama’s gonna fucking get that last orgasm… I was milking that cock for all it was worth… jail time.

I know what I signed up for. But fuck. *Fuck*. Feeling him in me? Knowing I was going to get to give the gift of life? A beautiful bouncing baby? Just for me? And here I was… bouncing too… Baby, I came again and again and again on that cock…

*Please, please stop hitting me! I confessed! I said I was baby-crazy. The hormones… it was the hormones! It’s not my fault!*

You can thank someone delightfully and deliciously depraved for challenging me to write this. **His prompt was:**

“A woman has found the perfect donor but doesn’t have the money for all those fees etc. she kidnaps and rapes him instead.”

The world is a little too dark these days, so I decided to take something that could be hardcore… and make it a little bit more silly. I think it turned out. What do y’all think?

If you have thoughts/ideas/comments/etc., I’m all ears! Also, I’m thinking of adapting this as a script so some amazing human can really flesh out this character for GoneWildAudio…

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g8mph4/my_biological_clock_made_me_do_it_fm