Breeding the Colony, Part 3 [Breeding] [Creampie] [Nonconsenual]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kcfgd8/breeding_the_colony_breeding_creampie/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kfepxy/breeding_the_colony_part_2_breeding_creampies/)

Four months had passed since John had spoken with the Overseer about *duty*. It felt like a flash of time. As if only weeks had gone by. But the reality was very different. In truth, John had slept with some 300 women. Or was it 320? He couldn’t remember anymore. His days had become routine. He would wake up, eat breakfast, go to the gym, shower, go to his first *meeting* as he and Ashley had started jokingly calling them. Then eat lunch and attend his second meeting thereafter.

He had been with women of all shapes and sizes, all races and creeds. The only true constant amongst them being their age. They were all over 35 and thus had to be bred before the younger women. Before they lost their remaining eggs and became infertile. And according to the colonial medical team, John had a very high sperm count. Something that should have made breeding these women all the easier. But that, unfortunately, didn’t mean it was a *sure thing* on the first go. Not by a long shot. And for John, this occasionally meant he had to meet with his partners a second time, for their second filling of his seed.

This afternoon’s meeting was one such meeting. He was walking along behind Ashley on his way to see a woman named Margaret for a second time. Margaret was 36, blonde, with big blue eyes the size of diamonds and a beautiful figure. By all accounts, John should have been ecstatic to fuck her. But John had come to learn some hard truths about his work over the course of the past few months. Most relevantly, he had learned that not all the women in the hab wanted to sleep with him, let alone carry his child. Margaret was one such woman.

“Here we are, sir.” Ashley said, stopping and gesturing to Margaret’s quarters. “Simply dial your wrist mod if you require any assistance, as usual.” Ashley said flatly, with a professional smile.

“Thanks, Ash.” John said begrudgingly. He had a bad feeling about this. He slid his hand over the door controls and walked through the opening they left as they slid aside. The entire apartment was dark, the lights dimmed. A bad sign.

John heaved a sigh as he looked upon the same wall, he had the first time he had come to Margaret’s quarters, where the same picture of her and her former husband hung. A happy couple, a happy life, destroyed by a tragic accident.

“Margaret?” He called out into the darkness, sliding his shoes off. There was no response. He walked into the living room, and there she was, leaning against the kitchen table on the far side of the living room, fully clothed, even her glasses were still on. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the kitchen counter.

Her countenance was filled with rage, and John knew what he was in for. “Margaret I’m s-”

“No. You, you don’t get to say anything.” She whispered with fury.

John felt sorry for her. He did. But they all had a duty to do. And females refusing to take his seed were severely punished. If she didn’t comply, she would be confined to her quarters alone for nine months. Then, and only then, would she be given the opportunity to make it up to the colony by willingly being bred. Thus far, the Overseer had only confined one woman. But the message was clear enough. Fall in line, do your duty, or else.

“I bet you’re enjoying this. This world you’ve fallen into. Using us like cattle!” She continued. Her voice was just low enough not to be heard by the guards outside.

“Margaret no, it’s n-” he attempted.

“And what choice do we have? Hmm? If I refuse you now Dr. Everett will just lock me in here for nine months while I go insane, and if I don’t comply after, they’ll just tie me up on a medical table and let you use me!” She whispered with rage.

At this, John knew there was no calming her. He walked into the living room and sat in the closest chair. He stared off into space then, Margaret’s protests hardly audible amidst the sound of his own thoughts. Life is such a funny thing, he thought. Even when he was living the dream, it still managed to knock him on his ass. He sat there for some time, Margaret’s fury audible in the background. Every few minutes Margaret would say something especially disrespectful, and he’d consider retorting, but in the end, he always stopped himself. There was no point. He had to let this woman’s rage and grief run its course.

And finally, after what felt like half an hour, her rage ran out. Margaret caught her breath as she finished yelling at John. He looked defeated, worn down. But it brought her no pleasure. She knew it wasn’t his call. She was old enough to know how the world worked. After all, she had signed the dotted line in the colonial contract. *I will do my duty, to the colony, and humanity,* she had sworn. She just hadn’t thought in her wildest nightmares that this, this act of duty, would be required of her. Exhausted from the release of her rage, she slouched back against the kitchen table. “Fine, fine.” She said, hardly hearing her own words. She turned around then and bent over for John.

John noticed the room had turned silent. He found his courage and looked at Margaret. She was bent over the table, her back to him. His mind had been so far detached from the situation he hadn’t heard her finish raging against him. He nodded his head slowly in understanding and stood up. Slowly, he walked over to her. He closed in behind her, as he did so, he began to say something, then stopped himself. It would only make things worse.

As he crept within inches of her, he felt his cock begin to turn erect, as if it sensed the prize. He stood behind her for a moment, feeling his cock harden. Then, he slowly took a hand to her waist. She wore black duty pants, and he gripped them and pulled them down just far enough to expose her ass and the lips of her vulva. She had a plump tight ass and a fat pussy. Her lips stuck out from under her butt, and John loved her body all the more for it. He dropped his pants then, and his cock, now fully erect, slipped out and his dick head slapped against her ass.

Margaret stifled a gasp as she felt John’s hard cock hit her ass. For weeks she had prepared for this eventuality, but feeling his hard member against her now, it became all the more real. She held back tears. She would not show weakness. She would be strong. She would do her duty.

John saw no reason to hold back now. He was here to do a job, and he was going to see it done. He gripped her hip with his left hand, and slipped his right down in between her legs, feeling the warmth of her inner being. He slipped a finger along the lips of her vulva, she was dry as a desert. He slowly slid his forefingers inside of her, and fingered her slowly, attempting to create some room for his cock, which now tensed with energy, practically begging to be inside of Margaret.

Margaret felt John reached in between her legs, and she bit her lower lip so as not to make a sound. She felt his large fingers slide up and down her pussy, she felt violated. But there was nothing she could do. And then suddenly, she felt his fingers inside of her, pressing around for an advantage, attempting to open her body up for him, for his cock. She felt it push against her walls, and she tightened her legs to push back. Seemingly feeling this, John sighed and pulled his fingers out of her. A small victory, she thought to herself.

John felt Margaret tighten her legs. She was trying to make it difficult for him. How silly he thought, to delay the inevitable. He heaved a sigh and grabbed his cock with one hand, he spit into his other and rubbed it along his dick head and the shaft of his pole. Finally, he guided his cock towards her vulva, and pressed it up and down against her lips, attempting to turn her on.

Margaret felt John’s cock against her then, his hard dick sliding up and down just inside the fat lips of her pussy. The feeling sent sensations of tingles up her spine, but she didn’t allow it to betray her expression. She stared down at the table before her, her glasses still on, she was fully clothed as if heading to work, the only exception now being her exposed behind. She didn’t want John’s child inside of her. She didn’t want any of this. She placed her hands under her shoulders, and then she felt him penetrate her.

John attempted to slide his cock inside of Margaret, but she was so dry and tight that he hardly made it an inch within her before he could go no further. He slid around, trying to make it deeper inside of her, but he had little luck. He spit on his hand again and rubbed it on her pussy this time, he looked up to see if she was reacting at all. Nothing. Fine, we’ll do this the hard way then, he thought. He gripped her waist then with both his hands and easily guided his cock to her fat pussy lips. Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust. Penetrating deeper inside of her each time.

Margaret felt John grip her waist and she braced herself against the table. Then she felt his cock thrust inside of her, then again, and again. With each thrust, he sunk deeper inside of her, each time she opened up further for him, for his cock, his power. She held back tears as she felt John’s grip around her waist. He was so strong. She wanted to turn and fight him. To push him off her. To do anything. But there was no point. This was her life now. There was no running from it, she finally internalized. Realizing this, she relaxed her body and spread her legs, opening herself up to him wholly.

John felt Margaret relax as he continued to thrust inside of her. As she spread her legs, the walls of her pussy widened, and suddenly John felt himself fall forward into her, finally reaching the depths of her pussy. He looked over her shoulder then, she didn’t look sad, nor angry. Her expression was that of solemn acceptance. She looked back at him, they made eye contact, and John knew she wouldn’t fight him any longer. She looked upon him for a moment, then turned away, arching her ass up for him to more easily fuck her.

Margaret arched her back, as she had for her lover so many times before, and then she felt John gingerly slide around inside of her, humping her. She jostled to and fro against the table, her whole body shooting forward as his lower torso slapped against her ass with vigor. Her breasts shook underneath her. So, this is really happening. I’m about to be impregnated, she thought as she felt her walls tighten and expand as John slid his cock in and out of her. She could feel his entire being, his head, the sides of his shaft. She felt everything.

John was simply fucking Margaret now. There was no love here. No communal enjoyment. Just a simple job to be done. It was around this point that he would usually change positions with his partner. But he knew Margaret would want nothing to do with that. Doggy style would have to do. He looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy, spreading her lips with each movement. She felt amazing. He could feel her muscles tense around his cock, as if trying to milk out his juices. He looked at her face again. There was no emotion, no pleasure, no anger, nothing. He was using her body, and that’s all there was to it.

Margaret’s body shook with each thrust. A shockwave of energy pulsating throughout her body as John used her pussy to accomplish the deed. He was vigorously humping against her now, thrusting his cock inside of her faster and faster. She braced against the table as her glasses slowly shook off her face and fell onto the table with a *clank,* the sound muffled out by the sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh.

“Joh- John hold o-.” She tried to say, reaching for her glasses as he thrust into her. Then she felt it, his cock surged with energy, expanding within her. He pulled his cock out of her almost entirely, then thrust it deep within her velvety depths. It was coming, his child. In one last moment of protest, she shouted “John, wait!”

But it was too late. He exploded inside of her. Long ropes of his seed shooting into her belly. Filling her up. She felt his cock pulse with energy as he continued to release himself inside of her. She moaned with angst, feeling this new warmth entering her body. It expanded around his thick shaft, trying to find room. But there was none, and it began sliding out the crevices between their flesh, dripping onto the kitchen floor.

John felt her body tense as he released ropes of his cum inside of her. He moaned and silently thought about how good it felt. But, almost as soon as he was done releasing inside of her, he felt a new feeling. *Regret*. He stopped his slow thrusting, and slowly pulled his cock out of Margaret, who by now was simply lying against the table with her head down, entirely silent. He wanted to say something, anything. But he knew there was no point. It would not change her perception of him.

So, he pulled up his pants, turned, and left.

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