[M/F] [Domme] [Milking] [Abduction] [Impregnation]

Here is the first request resulting from [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/oo7i1f/requests_open/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) post. I am currently working on the second project in queue.

I gave a slight nod to the bartender as he exchanged my empty glass for a full one, and slid my barstool back a few inches so I could scan the room as I sipped. I hadn’t been in here before, but then I wasn’t often on this side of town. I’d heard the name mentioned at work a few times and I’d just wrapped up a great deal with a client out this way, so when I saw the blinking sign and the full parking lot on my drive back, I decided to stop in for a celebratory round or two.

It was clean with some kitschy vintage decor, and the music was decent and not too loud. Just a quality local watering hole. Overall I was pretty pleased with the place, and I sure couldn’t complain about the pours. I took another careful sip from the brimming glass and surveyed the room. Most of the tables were full and I was elbow to elbow with other folks sitting at the bar. There were several attractive ladies milling around and I considered striking up a conversation or two. It had been a long day though so I decided to have a bite to eat first, probably finish my drink as well. I pulled out my phone and started thumbing through my emails and some porn ads as I sat savoring the liquor. When I’d finished about half my glass, I flagged down the bartender for some food.

I ordered a quesadilla and some onion rings off the laminated menu, which left a sticky residue on my fingertips. I slid a cocktail napkin over my glass and headed to the bathroom to take a leak and wash my hands. I wasn’t gone long but by the time I got back some kid had taken my stool. I indicated my glass and reclaimed my spot with a few firm words but without too much hassle. I brushed off my jacket as I sat back down, starting to feel buzzed and happy. I pulled my phone back out and slid my glass back in front of me. I was just lifting it to take a swig when I saw that the little red alien icon had popped up on my screen while I was in the bathroom. Grinning, I set the glass back down and opened the app to check my chats. I had been sexting with this hot little thing for about a week, but I’d been waiting all day today to hear anything back from her. I read her message three times, my palms beginning to sweat. I licked my lips and was trying to think of my answer when I noticed someone standing over me.

An athletic brunette in a crimson colored crop top was standing behind the bar holding my plate and unapologetically peeking at my phone. I slid my thumb over the power button and the screen went black. She winked at me and smiled.

“I’m Maggie. Shift change, so I’ll be helping you now. You got a quesadilla and some onion rings?” She asked me, my plate raised in one hand as the other slipped across the bartop so she could lean towards me. Uncertain how to come off cool in the situation, I didn’t know what to say. I put my phone in my pocket and moved my glass to make room for the dish. She set the plate down and eyed my drink. “Can I get you a fresh one?” she asked. I’d been distracted by my phone longer than I thought and was surprised to realize my drink had gone warm. The ice had melted, leaving a clear and unappetizing watery layer floating at the top. Weird.

“Thanks,” I handed her the half empty cup, and she took it away as I dug into my dinner. I watched her ass flex and jiggle as she stood at the bar back mixing my refill. Her hair was tied up, giving me a clear view of the perfect skin on her lower back, and her thighs were clearly silhouetted under silver leggings. I popped an onion ring into my mouth and felt the slight smile on my lips. The food was crunchy and good, piping hot and well seasoned, not too greasy -just enough to compliment the booze. Decent food, decent views. I’d have to put this place in my regular rotation.

Like any good waitress, Maggie replaced my drink when my mouth was full, and in the hustle of the evening, she turned away without taking the cash for it. I shrugged and figured I would give it to her when she came back for the empty plate. Hopefully by then I’d have something clever to say to this girl who was just reading my self-written porn with a stranger. I took a good pull from the fresh cup and found it to be another generous pour of alcohol, then followed it with another onion ring and a huge bite of quesadilla. Content, I munched away and considered the message I needed to write. I took another sip and then scrubbed my hands with the napkin. I slid my fingers across the touch screen and started typing.

The bright light of the keypad was piercing, and I rubbed my eyes. I persisted through the end of the dirty, dirty, sentence but then shut the screen back off. I took another swig from my glass, trying to beat back the headache that was coming on. I picked at my food for a bit more, but eventually pushed the plate away and took my drink in both hands. I nursed it slowly, waiting for the pain in my head to cease. I hadn’t seen Maggie since she dropped off my refill.

As I brooded over the rim of my now again half empty cup, I noticed my neighbors had changed. To my left, a lanky blonde slid onto the barstool. My vision was black around the edges but I could clearly see her long pale legs as she crossed them under the bar. Her red dress hiked up as she moved around, talking to someone on her other side, exposing a lengthy expanse of milky thigh and calves that led to strappy stiletto heels on delicate feet. She was thin, toned, flat chested, but she sure looked like a good time. I slipped my phone out carefully, intending to take a casual picture when she turned away. When the lock screen turned on it was like a knife between my eyes. I dropped my phone as a wave of nausea hit me. My vision narrowed to tunnels, fuzzy black edges around those stiletto clad toes.

She must have noticed me then, but I couldn’t even feel embarrassed. I stumbled away from the bar, desperate to get outside and get some air. By the time I made it to the door my vision was almost completely black, I felt the slick metal push bar and laid into it, sprawling out onto the sidewalk. On my hands and knees, I crawled towards the side of the building, feeling around like a blind man. I heard myself, calling for water, but my voice sounded so far away. Rushing white noise filled my ears with increasing volume, and I felt immensely hot. I started to panic. My consciousness slipped away and I distantly felt my chin hit the pavement.

I woke abruptly, the first thing I registered was an all-over ache. My arms were over my head and my hands were freezing cold. I tried to pull them down to my sides, but they were heavy, so heavy. No, wait. I could feel scratching and pressure at my wrists. I pulled again, and thick coarse rope dug into my skin. I turned, trying to look up and realized that the world was still black. I could feel a firm knot under the back of my head and knew that I was crudely blindfolded and laying on my back. What the fuck? My heart was thudding in my chest and I feared I would be sick. I took a deep shaking breath to steady myself and then froze as I heard the click of a turning doorknob. My pulse whooshed in my ears as I strained to hear, barely breathing.

Footsteps. Heels, I thought. A few confident, clacking strides and then the sound of the door closing. Whoever she was, she was not far from me. Perhaps a few feet. She strode towards me, smart taps as her heels hit what sounded like tile. I tried to stay still, tried to determine if I was in danger. I pretended I was still unconscious, but she knew.

“You’re awake,” she said. Her voice was firm, with a slight accent. It wasn’t deep, but it was mature. There was a slight echo in the room. She took a few steps closer and I sensed her standing by my side. I heard a light scraping sound and then sloshing of a liquid being poured. Fingers grasped my jaw and I could feel her nails pressing into my skin. She forced a glass to my lips and poured the fluid down my throat. I sputtered and coughed, straining against the ropes that held me. My legs were free and I kicked out, but she was standing too close to my head.

“It’s water, you fool.” I heard her set the glass down on a table near my ear. She sighed, then there was silence. I grew anxious, wondering what was happening just inches away as I was blind and helpless. Finally she moved. I heard her circle to my other side, her pace measured and steady, as if she was inspecting me. Then she stopped again and there was more of that pressing silence.

“Where am I?” I finally asked, needing to hear something in this world where I couldn’t see.

“What good would it do you to know?” she replied, sounding amused.

“What do you want?” I asked, sounding more afraid than I would have liked. Her footsteps went back around to where she’d come from. I heard her pour another glass of water. She was standing beside my head again. I could feel her body heat, I could smell her. She smelled clean, of soap and vanilla, but I was laying so close to her crotch, and the not quite hidden scent of her pussy caught me off guard. That was not what I should be thinking about right now. I swallowed a lump in my throat and felt the blood start rushing to my cock. I must be insane, I thought, trying to calm myself down before I got visibly hard. Meanwhile, she pulled down my blindfold. I blinked in the sudden light.

I was in a small room, completely tiled in glossy white squares. There was little furniture, mostly only the twin sized bed I was laying on, a table by my head with a clear glass pitcher and tumbler on it, then another table filled with empty vials. I was tied to a ring in the wall and there were two more rings driven into the floor by the foot of the bed I was grateful were not in use. My captor stood to my right, holding the glass she’d just poured. She had dark brown eyes and dark, almost black hair which fell in soft curls to her waist. She was somewhat over 30, with healthy curves and a long elegant neck. She was wearing a simple black wrap dress and black pumps. She grabbed my face again and forced me to drink another glass of water. The empty cup hit the table with a clink, and then she rubbed her palms together.

“Now, let’s see what we’re working with.” She said.

“What?” I asked. “What are you doing?” She did not answer.

She began to unbutton my shirt. I struggled against the ropes that were holding my arms, but they didn’t budge. The blindfold slipped down around my neck and rested on my bare chest as her delicate fingers slid my shirt open. She grabbed my belt buckle and my heart stopped in my chest. My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I could see down her dress as she leaned over to tug at my belt. Her chest and the tops of her breasts were smooth and the skin seemed to shimmer in the bright light of the laboratory like room. Despite myself, I was getting aroused again.

“How did I get here,” I asked, trying to distract both of us. She dropped my belt to the floor with a victorious grin and looked straight into my eyes.

“You were drugged, of course.” Confused, I shook my head.

“I never saw you. You couldn’t have.” She laughed a little and shook her head.

“No, you wouldn’t have seen me. I have an understanding with the bar staff.”

My captor turned her attention back to my pants. I thought of Maggie, refilling my drink and not charging me a cent, then disappearing into the crowd. Angry, I felt my hands clench into fists and I tried again to get loose. My life was playing out like a fucking slasher film or something. No goddamn way. I put everything into it, flopping on the bed and pulling as hard as I could. Ignoring me completely, in the midst of my struggle, the raven haired vixen tugged my pants down with a single determined motion. In shock, I stopped fighting and stared down at my naked, flaccid cock and the woman looming over me with hungry eyes.

She smiled. “You’re intact.”

“Excuse me?” I said, incredulous. She waved her hand at me dismissively.

“I really only need you for one thing,” she told me, brushing her hair back. “But it certainly never hurts to enjoy the ride, and uncut cocks feel much better.” She shrugged, but her eyes lingered on me.

“What -what do you need from me? What do you want?” I asked. Her long fingers entwined her sash and she opened her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed.

“I want your cum.” She said, the words enunciated with deliberate care. She stood at my waist, naked except for her shoes. My own shoes were still on, my trousers pulled down only to my knees. She didn’t bother with anything more once she’d gotten access to what she wanted.

“Uh-,” I stammered, looking at her stiff nipples as she leaned over me.

“Spunk, Jiz, whatever,” she purred, climbing onto the bed. “I want it all. Every drop you have is mine.” She straddled me, sitting on my stomach and then reaching to the table to pour another glass of water. She pinned me down and poured it down my throat. She leaned down so she could whisper into my ear. I could feel her lips moving and her hair enveloped us in a dark curtain. “So I’m going to need you to stay hydrated. She dropped the now empty glass to the floor and it rolled away.

My heart was thudding and I was half hard even though I was fighting to stay in control. She sat back up and then turned around so she was kneeling facing away from me. She took my balls in one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. I stared at her perfect ass hovering above my chest and swallowed a moan as she began to tug on my stiffening member.

Her grip was firm and insistent, coaxing me to a full erection after a handful of strokes. She cupped my balls, squeezing and massaging them, lifting them up so her other hand pressed into them on the downstroke. The sensation was overwhelming and I writhed underneath her. She pumped harder but was gentle with my sack, fondling it with confidence and affection. I moaned.

“Almost ready,” she purred. She stopped stroking my dick so she could support herself on one hand. She kept caressing my balls with the other, and she leaned forward to breathe on them. Her hot breath was electric on my sensitive skin and I could feel my sack tightening. She was leaning forward and I could see her pussy. Her lips were getting dark and swollen with desire, and the entire area between her thighs was glistening wet. As I watched helplessly a drop slipped from her dark little hole and splashed onto my stomach. Her scent was driving me mad.

I heard a soft popping sound as her mouth opened and then felt her wrap her lips around first one and then the other testicle, my hard pink cock resting against her pale cheek as she kissed and sucked. I threw my head back to let out a groan and felt more drops falling from her hungry snatch. My fingers wrapped around the rope as I gasped and wished for my hands. I needed to jack off. This was agony. “So full,” she murmured, squeezing my nuts. She ran a teasing finger up the underside of my cock, and pressed lightly against the tip, massaging my precum in tiny circles on my throbbing head. I jerked and moaned again, so sensitive her touch felt like fire. “I think it’s time,” she told me. She took her slicked finger and slid it straight into her pussy, rubbing my precum inside herself. “I need your creamy load in here,” she said, fingering herself in front of my face. “All of it,” she moaned “sticky and hot, mmm fuuuck.” Pussy juice dribbled onto my chest and down her wrist.

She glanced at me over her shoulder but didn’t bother to turn around. She sat on my cock, riding me reverse cowgirl. She bounced on me aggressively, her weight and momentum pulling my arms against the ties. I watched her ass jiggle when she landed, each thrust sending a shockwave through my body. My dick was slick and glistening with her fluids and I watched it slide in and out of her, her pink hole stretching and swallowing every inch. There was no fighting it, I wouldn’t last long. She knew it. She moaned, sensing my impending eruption. She fucked me harder, pressing me deep into her. She caressed my balls and held them as I bucked and spasmed, pinned down by her and the ropes. “Fill me up, yeeessss,” her cries echoed in the little room. And I did.

She sat atop me, her body dewy and tense. I felt her pussy walls gripping me as I started to go limp inside her. She rested her whole weight ontop of my spent cock, and massaged my aching balls tenderly. I lay there panting, unable to form any words. I could see my cum starting to leak out of her, and our mixed fluids pooled uncomfortably on my abdomen. When she finally got off, my flaccid penis flopped out, strings of cum still attaching us. I took a few deep breaths and waited for her to untie me. She sat between my legs, looking back at me. She cupped up the cum leaking out of her and slid her fingers back inside, biting her trembling lip. Then she leaned forward and began to lick me clean.

I shuddered, my body so sensitive her touch was almost painful. She was gentle, but I struggled, exhausted and confused. Her tongue probed every fold of skin down there and softly slurped up every puddle. When she finished, I asked her to let me go.

She ignored me. She took my soft cock back between her hands and began stroking me, cradling my rod between her palms.

“I can’t”, I rasped, but she persisted.

“You can,” she replied, “and you will.” She stroked me in unfamiliar ways and the twisting, teasing pets she gave me roused me back to erection. I fidgeted, and my wrists were raw from the rope but she ignored my discomfort, her eyes fixed on my genitals. “Yes, you will,” she murmured happily as precum again began leaking from my abused cock. “You will get me pregnant. I can tell you’re the one.”

I moaned as she slid me back inside her. This time she faced me, and I could see the muscles in her stomach flex as she was grinding me. Her tits glistened with sweat and heaved as she panted with need. The sensation of her hot wet pussy already full of my spunk was exotic and dirty, and I groaned and strained to pump deeper.

“Fucking put that load in me,” she whimpered, moving in time with my thrusts. She stiffened and I realized that she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me and I came again too. She laid on my chest, quivering and, I thought, finally spent. I could feel her breath on my chest, her hair sprawled out over my arms, and it felt almost like after a normal love-making.

“Do you think I’m knocked up?” Well. Perhaps not so normal.

“I’m sure you are,” I told her, ready to be set free from this crazy, sexy madness. She was silent for a few minutes, and when she stirred I felt relief wash over me. Finally.

“I want more,” she said. A little fearful and sore, I shook my head. Again she ignored me, and instead checked the knots around my wrists. She retrieved the empty water glass and forced me to drink until the pitcher was empty. After that she went to the table and came back with two empty vials and more rope. I swear I tried to fight it, but she managed to tie my ankles down and climb back atop me.

“Alright,” she smiled at me. “You should relax, because we have a long night ahead of us.”

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