Breeding Stock Part Three (MF, noncon, breeding, lactation, abuse, mind break, Reader X Writer)

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihbfll/breeding_stock_mf_noncon_kidnapping_forced/) | [Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihz6j8/breeding_stock_part_2_mf_noncon_pregnant/)

**One Month Later**

There was a period of calm not long after the birth. Not right away, of course. You had too much fun stretching out the agony of it for me, leaving me gaping open and filthy for a few days post birth. I’m not sure who the nurse was that you eventually got to help me, but she was just as cruel as you. There was no anesthesia as she stitched what needed to be stitched, her hands rough as she scrubbed me clean and dragged me over to a bed that that had been set up in the corner of your shed. The entire time, she kept talking about how beautiful my little baby girl had been. How she would be well taken care of by people who would love her. At first, it felt like she may have meant it as a comfort, to ease my worries, but as the hours and days stretched on, her jabs shifted to telling me that I would have been an unfit mother anyway.

What kind of daughter would a filthy, disgusting slut like me raise, anyway?

Breeding Stock Part 2 ( M+F, noncon, pregnant, lactation, abuse, gangbang, anal, Writer X Reader)

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihbfll/breeding_stock_mf_noncon_kidnapping_forced/)

**8 Months Later**

After months of abuse, I hit a point of pleasantly numb. I knew what to expect from you, knew when your moods were going to be particularly dangerous for me, when to be quiet. You were a lot nicer to me after my belly started to swell.

I was disgusted when I missed my period. I knew exactly what it would mean, and I didn’t want it. I didn’t want your baby. I didn’t even want to be a mom in general! But you were so happy. You caressed my stomach and it was the first kind touch I’d had in the month you had me. I hated myself for craving more of it.

For 8 months, you fed me, washed me, made sure I rested between you fucking my holes. You were careful, and I realized too late that it was all a false sense of security.

You took me out to the shed again. I had been so good for you, so good, I didn’t even think anything of it, but when you opened the door… Everything had been moved to the edges of the room, replaced with a mat that covered the floor.

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.

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.