My first insemination… [M/F] non-consent, dark

I scream and struggle as the man drags me across the floor, he’s out of breath but isn’t upset. He’s smiling, like the brother that watches his sibling beat for crimes he, himself, had committed, and got away with. My one leg he has a grip on how is knocked against something that locks it in place at the ankle. The angle is forcing my knee up, keeping me from pulling away any further on the floor. The man gets his hands around my arm and drags it forward towards the front of this…hitching post of sorts. I flay my fingers wide to catch anything in resistance, but he pushes with a force that would snap my tendons as it clamps into it’s own latch. The fact of my eminent imprisonment pushes me to fight harder, screaming for my release as I press back against him. My efforts are futile though, leaving me breathless as he kicks his knee into my midsection, my strength going out with my breath. He quickly latches my wrist, then my ankle.

Trapped.

I am fixed to be on my hands and feet, my wrists and ankles locked in shackles low to the base of the raised platform. From the angle, my ass is raised in the air, i cannot kneel to the floor, nor could I stand. Trapped with wide legs and welcoming curves open to whoever pleases.

He finishes adjusting the bindings on supports beneath my shoulders and arms, leaving my trembling legs kept at a wide position. He grips my hair suddenly, pulling my head back and opening my mouth with the other. He drags my body forward and the platform rolls on wheels until something presses into my mouth. I resist, gagging on the object as it is forced deep into my throat. I fight it, pulling backward to relieve myself from it’s pressure. Even then, it goes deeper, gagging hard I’m unable to breathe or swallow around it. He clips something at the back of my head and tightens it, pulling strands of hair and securing the invading object in my throat. As I cry and fight it, he kneels beside me and begins to massage my throat, the other hand behind my head pushing and pulling as it forces the object deeper and back. His hands smooth down my throat, causing me to swallow in response and something starts flowing from the large appendage. It follows his hands as he pushes the substance into my throat. I sob as I try to be free, but he shushes me gently, patting the side of my head.

“That’s it girl, drink your nutrients, they’re good for you.” He whispers gently to me in a soft, high voice, more like someone talking to a child or a dog. “You need all these to grow big babies. I want healthy girls and boys from you.”

Minutes of this attention continued, his soothing voice contrasted by his rough attentions to my throat and the entrapment he had done to me. Unable to fight his hand i begin to swallow on my own, preventing it from getting stuck partway down my throat. It only takes a short time, ten minutes maybe, before I start to recognize the affects. My mind fades a bit, I feel drowsy and my muscles become loose. Sensations start to feel warmer and deeper, like the ministrations of a masseuse, causing a groan to rise in my throat.

He smiles “Just suckle this my little calf, drink up and all will be well,” he moves his hand from my throat to my mouth, pressing in on my cheeks and rubbing them back and forth until I begin to suckle on my own. It feels so good, the strain in my throat eases and I start to feel like it was good to have it so deep. A small piece of my mind cries out in panic, but the sensation of his hands on my butt cheeks distracts me. One hand moves and returning a moment later to smooth a cool lubricant up and down my pussy, pressing fingers deep into my slit. I attempt to scream, pulling on my bonds, trying to lean to the side and pull myself free.

I’m unsuccessful, he is so sure of his work he doesn’t even move to prevent it. I begin to sob again at my predicament as his fingers delve again into my depths.

“Easy girl” he says gently, “let’s just get you all warmed up. We want you good and ready for your first insemination.” His fingers twirl painfully slow, pressing on the walls in every direction. He removes his fingers, smelling them before giving the wetness a taste. “Hmmm, that’s so fresh smelling Elizabeth, you’re a great candidate for my herd. Now, let’s see if you’re a good breeder.”

He gave no further warning as he penetrated inside me partway, pressing hard against my attempt to stop him. I scream into my overfilled throat, pulling against my bonds, bruising my body against the constraints. But still he came, backing out, pounding in, backing nearly to the tip, and then thrusting again with all his might. He pounds in as fast as he can, gripping my hair, pulling and pushing my head with his thrusts, forcing the feeding tube deeply into my throat.

As the drug settles into my system the feel of the rape begins to change. I moan against my better judgement, feeling the warmth of arousal spreading across my belly and down my legs. I fight the feelings, but his cock pounding deep inside me fills my mind until it’s all I can sense. I want to hate him as he leans over me, biting my shoulder and pulling my hair. I want to loathe the existence of the man taking me against my will. But all I can feel clearly is the heat reaching my racing heart as it builds up from my traitorous womb.

He grips my hips tightly as he starts pounding deeper, “I knew you would come around my little calf, they always do. Soon you’ll be mewling for my attentions whenever I come to visit. You’ll be sad when I don’t choose you.” He reaches forward kneading one breast roughly, pinching my nipple until I writhe in my constraints, fighting the pain and the pleasure. He smiles at me, “that’s my spirited little calf, I’m sure you’ll be an excellent breeder.”

He picks up speed, and grunts as he pounds into me in broad strokes. As his cock spreads my insides wide, invading deep, he bashes into my cervix without pause. He leans over me suddenly, holding me down, and his mouth moves bites my shoulder, hard. His cock throbs deep inside me, filling me to the brim with semen.

He’s flush as he lays on top of me, letting me hold some great measure of his weight, my legs aching and trembling from the angle they are forced to maintain. As he holds me, I feel my hips begin to rock into him, the deep ache inside me insisting as if attempting to finish the work he started. He laughs in my ear and pulls out before I can get far “You’re not here to feel good, you’re here to make healthy kids, as is your purpose. I won’t waste my time on your pleasure, it makes no difference to the desired outcome.” And he leaves, turning off the lights, locking a heavy sounding door.

I half kneel in the dark, trembling in the cold, damp air, drenched in sweat and fluids. Overwhelmed by the events of the day, I fall asleep suckling on the food nipple, finding the action more soothing than I’d like to admit.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/twk799/my_first_insemination_mf_nonconsent_dark