Captured and Bred

This is a work of pure fantasy, and all characters are over the age of 18.

There is something so bewitching with the way she knelt on the rug by the entrance of the house, naked…Submissive, almost helpless in an endearing way. Which only added to the chill of the room that’s swept across her bare skin, sending shivers and goosebumps upon her naked skin. She dared not to put anything on that hides her, after all he didn’t like finding her clothed. She was instructed by him to wait for his return, however long it took.

How long had it been since he brought her here, trapped inside of this place? It’s almost pointless to try and recall, because everything had slowly become a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still, like a drug running through her veins, from the time when he grabbed her by the street into that dark alleyway and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. And that’s all she knew before she woke up, binded…While the feelings are still there, it seems so distant now, like a past from a dream. A sense of thrill and desire invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she had never met before, and yet now knows her every little secret and need. He trained it into her after all…

Now she knelt on his rug, without a single thought of escaping, in his world, far away from the nearest civilization. Friends, families, time, place – none of those things matter anymore. He has finally become an addiction which she can never escape…Only he mattered. When he called, when he left… And when he came back. There were these steady footsteps, coming up the wooden steps, and then the click of the door unlocking, slowly swang open. She straightened up as a bolt of strange, almost twisted sense of excitement coursing through her, and watched the front door completely open.

He had come, just as he had promised.

“Ah, right where I left you.”

Not even the cold air could mask the chilling aura of his eyes, full of confidence that demands control. The man wore a black suit, its professional strictness hiding the predator that’s secretly beneath, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She met his gaze as best she could, with her heartbeat starting to race at the sight of him.

“Let’s see if you deserve my gift today…” he said. Stripping off his outer coat and hanging it firmly on the wall. The glossy waxed floorboards creaked beneath his step, for a brief moment, it’s the only sound that exists in the house.

“Have you groomed yourself, Cunt?”

‘Cunt’. That was her name now, such a cruel name, and yet it’s something she is learning to appreciate in full. What her name was before didn’t matter, not to him. The way his long fingers laced through the fine locks of her hair, with warm fingertips grazing against her scalp, almost soothingly as one would pet an animal, making her head nod under a volition of his touch, and not her own will.

“Good. You’re starting to learn. But still refusing your full meal though…Tsk Tsk”

She glanced over towards her pet bowl. Half the morning’s meal still sat in it. The smell of the roasted chicken and exotic spices that overwhelmed her senses all day. Still it was her only way of protesting her captivity, to leave as much of his meal rejected as she could despite her craving for all of his offerings.

“Why torture yourself, Cunt? That’s my pleasure to enjoy, not yours.”

He nudged the steel bowl closer with his dark leather boot. Its savoury scent lingered up into her nose. Enticing, delicious. Her eyes can’t help but flutter and her stomach grumbles. But she averted her eyes and dragged them back up to stare into his.

“Mmm…Willful still. A nice spirit when I do coax it to the right direction.”

The bowl slid back under the coffee table with a flick of his foot, and he stood in its place. His hand grasped the nape of her neck, working his fingers into the straining muscles in an idle way as he reached over to his suit jacket on the wall. Where a box appeared in his hand, a polished black one with a hinged lid.

“Do you know what this is?”

She stared at it. It was dark blue, polished till it shone like sapphire. Jewellery of some kind. Still she wasn’t allowed to say a word. Speaking was not what a good Cunt was for. That was a painful lesson to learn, and her slit still quivers at the memory of all those spankings and whippings. So she shook her head, and that was enough for him.

“Of course you don’t. But you will enjoy it.” He kept this thumb against the edge of the box, maintaining his tight hold on the back of her neck as the lid finally flicked open. Revealing a crimson-red collar, with a silver-plated tag on its front. Upon it, her name was etched.

“Cunt. See, now no one will forget your name,” he whispered cruelly against her ear while she stared at it. That strange thrill passed through her chest again, thumping and seeping down through her belly to pool between her legs. A frown touched her lips as her thighs clenched tightly together. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission, but she has become desperate to. None of this escaped him either.

“Not that you or I would ever forget, hmmm? But soon enough I’ll be showing you off, so look forward to it for me.”

As he spoke, he took the soft leather strap from its box and wrapped it around her neck. The fitting was snug, not too tight, just impossible to ignore. She swallowed as felt the cold metal of the front rest against her throat.

“Ahhh, such a pretty Cunt you are. Now, stand.”

She obeyed, her body already moving without even giving it a single thought. She posed herself on her heels, feet together, arms at her sides. There was no longer any sense of shame as she was allowed to stand there, nude and exposed. A Cunt wasn’t allowed to wear clothes without his permission. So the thin collar alone made her feel more comfortable, more sheltered and safe.

“Good girl. Oh, I can see you like it already,” he said, his eyes turning down to her shaved mound. He liked her in this way, soft and bare. His fingers petted through her smooth skin and slid along her moist slit. She couldn’t help herself before sucked in a quick breath, but still she kept her eyes forward like a good Cunt.

“Grrr….So wet already. You haven’t been touching yourself today, have you Cunt?”

She shook her head. There was a tension between her legs that spread up her back. She tried to stop his fingers from delving even deeper into snug silky folds, just for a second. But it was enough. He shook his head and clicked his tongue before grabbing her neck and shoving her against the wall.

“Bad girl….,” he growled, “Toying without my permission, and lying to my face. Listen!”

He shoved his fingers into her welcoming tightness, a clear betrayal of her arousal, pumping into her rough and deep. And A moan escaped her lips as her hips bucked into his palm helplessly. Beneath her quickening breaths, she can hear her slit, sopping wet, slurping loudly to the movement of his fingers.

“That’s the sound of a hot and ready fuck hole, Cunt. So why were you playing with yourself?”

Her lips parted to try and speak, but closed immediately at the sternness of his tight mouth. Instead she connected her eyes to his, her brow uplifting in an apologetic furrow. Desires began to cloud her mind as within seconds his expert fingers were bringing her so close to the edge. She tried to concentrate, but her eyes kept falling to his lips. Lips she wanted to press into her own…Need them, crave them in fact.

“Ah, I see… Willful, yet still so weak when it comes to that. It is a weakness I’ve coaxed in you. Do you like being so weak for me, Cunt?”

She shook her head in response, but yelped out when he started to shove another finger deep inside her, spreading her apart further. Where the sounds of her wetness echoed loudly in the room. Electric shocks jolted up through her soft belly. A chill wave washed from her chest as her lie crumbled before his steady yet heated gaze. She closed her eyes and nodded, and found herself biting her lower lip.

“That’s better. You’re still a naughty Cunt for playing without my permission. But I’ll forgive you this time. Today is a special day after all.”

It was an utterly cruel forgiveness. Right when her pleasure was about to peak, he withdrew his fingers. And now she can’t help but whine and jut her hips out, trying to recapture his dripping fingers. But he resisted easily. They slowly trailed touch upward to her naked stomach and over her goosebumps covered breasts, so full and soft, adorned by those delicious pink centres. Only on her open lips did they stop, giving her a taste of herself that he had taken from her. Obedience demanded she clean his fingers, and she did so without a complaint.

“You’re greedy, Cunt. But you’ve made such progress so far. I think it is time for me to breed you.”

Her tongue froze against his fingers. Eyes wide, the shock filled through her entire body. Despite her heart pumping pulses of icy fear through her chest and belly, the valley between her legs frothed with traitorous delight, she was clearly ready for it… She began to shake her head and plead with him with her silent eyes, but he just smirked and shoved those fingers in deeper.

“Mm-mm. No speaking. Cunts are meant to get fucked in all their holes,” he thrust his frothy slick fingers back and forth along her tongue, for she had acquired the taste for her arousal long ago because of him, but even her own arousal wasn’t quelling her fear. He was going to knock her up. Fuck his baby into her. Tonight!

“Yes. I’m going to breed you, Cunt. I’m going to breed your fertile cunt and knock you up…” He let up from her and stepped back, lifting his head and lowering his voice. “Now, present yourself.”

Her legs began to move, automatically stepping towards the bed where he had fucked her again and again. But that was where he was going to use her, unprotected, raw and bare. That was where he was going to knock her up. The hesitation in her movement drew a growl from him and a sharp slap across her ass.

“Cunt. Present yourself.”

She couldn’t help herself but shivered, biting down onto her bottom lip, fear petrified her. Her fingers traced against her belly. It was flat, smooth, kept that way by his orders and the long nights they spent together. He wouldn’t leave it that way for long if she touched that bed tonight. She opened her mouth, ready to plead, but he would have none of it.

“Such a bad Cunt still,” he said. With a swift motion, scooping her waist in and hoisting her from the wall. As if she weighed little to nothing, her captor carried her naked body to the bed and threw her down onto the soft mattress. It took her a moment to recover and crawl back on the sheets, away from the man who loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and casted his belt aside.

“No no no, come here…” Grabbing her ankles almost harshly and dragged her back down the bed till her thighs parted on either side of his. They tried to desperately close, but he was immoveable. His pants fell to the ground along with his undergarments, leaving his thickness springing and quivering like a serpent above her vulnerable fuck hole.

“There’s no getting away, Cunt. Not from me, not now…Not ever.”

He slapped his cock down against her wet mound. The smoothness of her skin felt the full force of the shock. He was bare, hot, and already drooling precum onto her skin. Normally he would wear a condom or use her mouth, but today… Today he was going to bury the full length inside her wet and yearning cunt. Already he was lining up, and she knew his cock would cut into her like a knife through butter. As those thoughts rushed through her head he shocked her back to reality with a firm grasp around her new collar.

“You’re going to give me a baby tonight,” he said. And as he did, he drove the tip of his hardness deep into her in a single punishing stroke.

She cried out helplessly. Every time he entered her it felt like the first, his member was thick, and its bulging veins mapped beneath the silky skin, refusing to cease pulsing against her inner walls. As he tried to hold back a hiss that’s already escaping through his clenched teeth. The cool countenance of his manner before has evaporated to reveal the beast just beneath the surface.

The sensation of his bare length piercing into her was otherworldly. Or was it what sex was meant to be like? True, unprotected, purposeful, all in the name of making offsprings. He bottomed out and let out such a vicious, animalistic sigh in her ear.

“Going to keep resisting me, Cunt? Even as I make you pregnant…”

Gathering up her squirming hips, he pumped deep into her so much harder. It was a punishment he revelled in inflicting upon her. His pelvis ground relentlessly against the upturned bud of her clit with every other harsh stroke, sending shockwaves of his lust and hunger through a belly that tingled with an ever rising need for that inevitable release. It didn’t take much until she was gasping like an animal fresh caught in the jaws of a feral beast.

“Cum,” he growled, not even ceasing his relentless pace as she complied with a wordless mewl. A little squeal of submission to accompany her little death, her arms wrapping around her naked chest as spirals of pure ecstasy erupted both inside her naked belly and her mind. But he didn’t stop abusing her. The wickedness of the pleasure drew her hands against him, pressing against the unstoppable motion of his hard taut stomach. Every muscle worked to dominate her…Claim her…Mark her and own her. She couldn’t stop it, and he knew it.

“Good Cunt. Make that fuck hole ripple around my cock. That’s it…Yes…”

His throbbing hardness pooling strings of precum into her already soaked sex, threathening to mark her with his scent. It squelched, loud and shamelessly, as another raging orgasm built up despite barely recovering from the first. Her eyes widened to an almost silent plea for mercy. However, none was given.

Her orgasmic scream died against his lips, but her body still jerked and shivered out her anguish, her shame and her need. Her inner walls collapsed around his rigid length. Every inch of smooth texture concealing the hard core like granite, thrusting into her, every inch taken right down to the hilt in rippling waves. It only made him pin her to the bed entirely beneath him.

“This is breeding, Cunt. Embrace it. You’re made for this, born for this exact moment…You’ll cum for me till I finish inside you. It is nature; your nature, my nature, our nature.”

His constant stream of twisted words slipped past all her already broken defences. They crept into her ears, to the places where he would entice the fertile soils of her mind. His voice made her sex twitch around his bare cock, milking and massaging for its precious scent. It made her nipples harden to diamond points against his chest. Despite the fear and hate inside her, the flames of desire for him surged ever higher till she wailed again in a shivering, shaking orgasm.

“Good Cunt. Cum for me nice and hard…It makes breeding you so much easier.”

He pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach before she’d even finished. But her emptiness was filled again with his savage lunge, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks as his palms reached beneath her to pinch and tug at her nipples. Where the pillow beneath her face threatened to smother her from the sheer intensity and the lack of air, but the lusty grunts near to her ear promised to set her aflame again and again.

“You’re made to cum. For me, for my seeds. In the end you’re just my bitch in heat, craving to be fattened up with my child.”

The images began racing through her mind, of her stomach swell out beneath her hands, her smooth skin taut and glowing in the bright lights of his secret prison. Not being able to see her feet beneath the fertile swell of a body not her own anymore. Feeling his baby inside her, squirming, kicking. Growing. All of this is making her howled and pushed back against his thrusts, only to have her helpless hips pinned all the more firmly to the mattress beneath them.

“Yesss, cum again! Your stupid fuck hole knows only how good it feels to be fucked bare. That’s what a Cunt is made for. You were made for my cock. Body, mind, and soul. Made to take my cock and bear everything it gives you!”

He held down her flailing arms with his hand and bestowed the nape of her neck with an animalistic bite. The sharp pain and restraint made her shake beneath him, breaths mixing with gulps of air, moans dying in heady gasps. It was as if nothing could fill her lungs with his cock bottomed every breath out of her, and still her cunt fluttered. It craved…

He was right, it wanted this. She wanted this. She wanted him to cum inside her, to knock her up, to make her into his breeding bitch. Her legs curled back till her heels spurred against his punishing hips, his thrusts abusing her ripe upturned ass as she instinctively gave him the perfect access to her depths. All the way in, as he moulded the fleshy entrance of her womb to his cock, before she toppled over her ultimate peak, in pain and pleasure, and every mixture in between…

Before he growled one last time in her ear. “You’ll make me a father tonight, Cunt.”

He slammed the entire length into her before a molten heat erupted deep inside her. Everything fragmented, shattering her consciousness. Hard spurts of his seeds filled her insides, coating her womb completely. Heated grunts puffed against her neck. Her breasts stung in his deathly hungry grip. And the stings of his short thrusts burned against her ass.

Shuddering and panting, she succumbed entirely to him, to this man, a beast who was more than her captor. Their eyes connected in its midst, and he whispered against her lips, before teasing them against his teeth.

“Take it,” he said, grunts accompanying each of his warm spiling into her, “Let it happen….”

Her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure, and all she could do was luxuriate in her impregnation. His heavy heat ground against her entire body, inside and out, and beneath him she felt clothed. Secure…Complete

And when he finally pulled out there was a rush of his scent oozing outwards. He had filled her beyond what she knew he could make, and his virile seed soothed her aching clit and mound as it drizzled down slit, forming a little puddle.

Her eyes strained and struggled to stay open as he let up and redressed himself. She made no such effort, not even so much as a single motion. Then he spoke again as his second tied boot knocked against the floor.

“Once I leave, groom yourself and eat the rest of your food. Make yourself ready for my arrival tomorrow morning, and every evening and morning after that. And Cunt…”

He leaned down and planted a tender kiss on her lips, the kind that could have melted her further into a dazed and happy puddle on the bed. It was short, but in that one moment was her entire existence and meaning as he whispered to her right after.

“Remember to make me a baby tonight.”

It wasn’t long before he turned and left. The sound of his boots against the waxed floorboards faded until the door shut and its locks clicked behind him. And then, silence. Feelings of pleasure and nervousness echoed through her body as she rolled onto her back, still shivering from the aftermath. Tentative and careful, she traced the collar around her neck, and then down over the expanse of her flat belly. Not to stay flat for long. She dared not touch her pink, swollen sex. It had a job to do for him, her captor. Her breeder…Now and for the rest of her existence…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u1krhc/captured_and_bred