Breeding Stock [MF, noncon, kidnapping, forced breeding, Writer x Reader, abuse]

I come home from a long day at work. Running from meeting to meeting, filling out all the paperwork… By the end of the day, I’m exhausted.

That’s probably why I didn’t realize the door was already unlocked.

I made my way into the house, setting my keys down and kicking my shoes off. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. My short hair tucked behind my ears. My white button up clinging to my figure. The pencil skirt hugging my curves. The soft seam of my stockings up my calves.

I notice the second figure in the mirror when it’s already too late.

You bring your hand up to cover my mouth. I try to fight, try to scream, but I can’t. My head goes fuzzy just as I notice the cloth you pressed against my mouth and nose. The last thing I hear before I blackout is your laughter, deep and sinister.

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When I wake up the first time, I’m on the floor of a moving vehicle. A van, I think, but my head is swimming too much to tell for sure. I groan around the gag you’ve put in my mouth.

“You came to quickly, huh?” you ask, mostly to yourself, but I whine anyway. “None of that, bitch. You be quiet or you’re going to regret it.” The flick of a switchblade opening is unmistakable, even in my haze, so I just close my eyes and start to cry quietly.

“Good girl,” you say, almost too quiet to hear.

I try to ignore the twinge in my cunt at your words.

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We pull off the main road onto a dirt road. I’m jostled around, banging my head and shoulder off the side of the van. I gasp in pain, but you don’t ask what’s wrong. It’s about then that I start to think I’m going to die, and the tears flow harder.

When you finally stop, you kill the engine and get out of the car. It’s a moment before the back doors to the cargo van — I can clearly see that’s what it is now — open up.

“Behave, or so help me, you will regret it,” you growl. I nod, quickly, but I’m already thinking of ways to escape.

You pull me out of the car and set me on my feet. I realize that, while my hands are bound, my feet aren’t. I test my balance, making sure I’m steady, and set off at a run.

It was hopeless from the start. I don’t know where we’re at or which way to run. I’m more sore and stiff from the drugs than I thought. My head is still swimming. You’re on me in the span of a minute, tripping me, making me fall to the ground. You reach down and grab me by the hair.

“You’re going to regret that.”

You drag me across the gravel and stone, the rocks cutting into me, the pain in my scalp immense. I try to fight, but it’s hopeless. You take me behind the main house to a work shed, kicking the door open and chucking me into the room. I stumble and hit the ground hard.

“I was going to take it easy on you, cunt.” You say, flipping the light on. The walls are covered with various knives and floggers and canes and sex toys and equipment. I whimper into the gag. “But you don’t deserve to be treated well.”

You pick me up from the ground and bend me over a table. You unfasten my hands only to clasp them in cuffs across the table, holding me there. I hear your belt, then your zipper, come undone. You don’t bother to strip me, just yank my skirt up and rip a hole in my stockings. You yank my underwear to the side and, without just some cursory spit for your comfort, you push your cock into my tight cunt.

I scream into the gag, but you just slap my ass.

“I’m going to breed this sweet hole of yours.” That thought renews my drive to fight. I don’t want kids. I especially don’t want yours!

My fighting makes you laugh. “Fight all you want, you dumb slut. You’re going to be my little cum dump, a proper fuck toy. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be gaping, filled with my seed and heavy with my child. Come on, let me hear you…”

You take the gag out of my mouth and I start to scream, making you laugh harder. “Scream all you want! There’s no one around for miles. No one is going to find you. No one will save you. You’re cunt is all mine.”

And you cum for the first, but not the last, time that night.

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