14 comments/ 316675 views/ 92 favorites Bred By: Christie052780 When I woke up I was blindfolded, gagged, and tied to something metal and cold and I immediately knew I was naked and lying on a cold wooden floor. The last I remembered was getting into my car and then feeling a shattering jolt through my body just before everything went black. I did my best to be rational about my situation but the minutes dragged into hours and my imagination went wild. I’d always imagined myself a tough girl, but here I was, utterly defenseless and sobbing like a baby. I don’t know when, but I ended up focusing so much on my body that I realized I needed to pee. I tried to get the attention of whomever my jailer was but shaking around, trying to scream through the gag, and sobbing some more, of course. Ultimately, I ended up peeing on the floor for the first time since I was two years old. Some hours later, still lying in my own urine I followed up my degradation by crapping myself, too. There is something cathartic and relaxing about crapping and I ended up fast asleep in spite of my current condition. I woke up to being lifted out of my waste and carried to a waiting shower where the warm water was already running. Mildew and mold lined the stall so badly that the tile underneath could barely be made out in the faint light of the single, bare light bulb. The blindfold was finally removed, along with my handcuffs and shackles and I turned to see a hooded figure…a man. “Get in there and clean up.” I tried to respond, but the gag was secured over my head with some sort of harness that was locked in the back with a tiny padlock. I found out that exploring my new universe wasn’t a good idea. “I didn’t tell you to fuck around, I told you to CLEAN THE FUCK UP!” My captor emphasized his point with a tap on my ass from something electrical. The crackling sound of the discharge was followed immediately by the most searing pain that seemed to wrack my whole being. I’m a pretty smart girl and I figure shit out quick. I stepped into the shower and took up the waiting soap and went to work. The warm water was a relief to my sore muscles and I enjoyed letting it just trickle down my body. Even in these terrifying circumstances I managed to find a little relief. When I shut the water off I ventured from the shower to find a towel waiting for me so I dried off. I had no sooner hung up the towel when my captor opened the bathroom door. I looked at him as best I could and I could see his brown eyes and a little dark hair peeking out from under what I know realized was a black ski-mask “Don’t look at me, you fucking sow,” he growled ,”get your fucking hands out right now.” In his hands were the handcuffs. A million things went through my mind in a brief moment, killing him, killing myself, running, fighting, calling the military, asking Scotty to please beam me the fuck out of here, and then I ended up just holding my hands out. “Good sow.” He locked up my hands behind me and then we walked through what was an almost abandoned looking house. Dusty furniture was haphazardly arrayed through the rooms and I could see filthy dishes piled up in the kitchen as he walked me past it to an open basement door. I hesitated briefly and he just nudged me forward and down the stairs to a dark, yet curiously warm, basement. At the foot of the stairs he flicked on the light to reveal a very fashionably decorated room, replete with a plasma TV and a beautiful stereo system. The plush carpet was warm on my bare feet as he led me to an odd looking chair over a tiled area of the floor. In contrast to the rest of the room this chair and it’s setting were almost surreal but then somehow fitting when the contrast between upstairs and downstairs was considered. He undid the cuffs and sat me down in the chair and, again, I cannot imagine why I complied so easily. My hands were soon secured and then he secured my ankles at the foot of the chair. The reason for the odd appearance of the chair was now evident as he pushed my ankles apart and locked the separate parts of the chair in place, leaving my legs at a more than ninety-degree angle to each other. He walked over to the stereo and turned on the CD. I quaked in fear as he undressed himself to the opening of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”. My tears flowed and I sobbed anew as he turned to walk towards me, his penis jutting out obscenely from his body. I will say that he was the very picture of health, although he seemed to be a little skinny for his frame. The thought that at least his cock wasn’t huge crossed my mind as my rapist approached me. I closed my eyes and cringed, waiting for him, when I heard him stop and pause a moment. He looked at me as he poured baby oil in his hand and began stroking his cock. He smiled at me. “I’m not so cruel, you know, you don’t think I’d want to hurt the mother of my baby, do you?” He smiled as he saw the fear and the realization in my eyes that this was actually going to be worse than just rape. I cringed as baby oil was sprayed on my crotch and he reached over and rubbed it into my pussy. I closed my eyes again and then he slapped me on my thigh. “Sow, watch or I’ll make you watch, got that?” I nodded my understanding and kept my eyes open. With that he lined up his oiled cock with my oiled pussy and I watched in terror as his cock, stroke by stroke, was buried into my body. My boyfriend and I had always made love in the dark, with a condom on, so it was a whole new feeling and emotion to see and feel a bare, unprotected cock enter me and fill me. My period had ended a week and a half ago and I’d had my usual ovulating cramps the day before and I found myself in livid fear of the reality of what was happening. “Ahhh, yes.” Our pelvic bones met and I felt the tip of his cock nudge up against my cervix with just a slight discomfort. Then he withdrew and began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me. It was at this point that I found it strange that here I was, naked and impaled on his cock, helpless to him, and his hands were only touching my thighs. My bare breasts were available to him and his hands never wandered. His head fell back as he thrust into me, his pleasure clearly building. “Mmmff, yeah…” His pace increased a bit and his hands moved to my ass, pulling me towards him to meet his thrusts. His cock was now ranging deeper into me than my boyfriend had ever done and it was getting more than a bit painful. He suddenly slowed down and pulled me tight against him, his cock lodged deep inside me. “Here ya’ go…” His eyes sort of half closed and he slowly, almost drunkenly, ground his cock in me. I felt him start to get rigid and I knew what was about to happen. He looked at me in his dreamy state and I felt his cock begin to pump his load into my waiting, fertile body. Of course, I cried as my virginity was now completely claimed by this stranger…this rapist. His cock feebly plowed me some more and then his head went back again just as the full force of sperm sprayed into me. I felt the warmth of a man’s sperm in my body for the very first time and, even though it wasn’t what I’d wanted, it felt somehow natural to finally have sex the way nature intended people to. In the middle of my fear a strange erotic sense filled me with the wonder of what could happen in my body, in my womb. Abruptly, my lover ended our mating as his cock fell out of me and I heard the splat of his sperm on the tile below my chair. He walked behind me as my common sense came back to me and I prayed that his sperm would all just fall out of me. I heard a click on the chair and then the world turned upside down for me. My blood rushed to my head and I realized what he was doing. “Can’t have my little swimmers go to waste, can I? I was saving them up for you for almost a week and I’ll be fucked if they’re just going down the drain and not your pussy.” I was so fucked. I didn’t feel anymore of his cum run out of my pussy and I resigned myself to my new lot in life, hoping that since he wanted me to bear him a baby that I would at least live to be free someday. # # # It took three more months of trying before he finally got me pregnant. He fixed up the basement with a heavy door and I agreed not to try to escape and he agreed to let me free, at least from the chair. He made it very comfortable for me and became very tender to me at times, especially as I came to term. Finally, he one day had to help me back into the chair where he’d impregnated me so that he could receive the product of our mating. My little girl was born and he insisted that her name was to be Amy. Another few weeks went by while I recovered from the birth and I bonded with my daughter as she nursed at my breast. One morning I woke up and the basement door was open. I wandered up to the main floor of the house and found a note on the wall opposite the door. “Please take good care of our little girl. You are a good mother and I knew you’d be when I first saw you. Inside Amy’s teddy bear is everything you’ll ever need. Bye.” The teddy bear’s ass was filled with $100 bills, a thousand of them, and a set of keys for an old Chevy that was parked out in front of the old house. I was free to return to my life with my daughter and as I went downstairs and gathered her up I looked around the room that had been my home for a year and I cried. As bad as it had been, this had become the happiest home I’d ever had and now I was leaving to start a life as a single mom. I still can’t believe that I miss my rapist…my mate…my lover…the father of my child. Bred *** This is an expanded and (we hope improved) version of the story "Bred by My Brother-In-Law" posted to Dark Wanderer by Jenny. A comparison will show this is still Jenny's story. HV has inserted some explanatory details and added dialogue. After posting of the expanded story, Sakka made some additional suggestions and added text that make the story even better, we think. 12/17/01 It all started out harmlessly enough. Ken and Suzie were over at our house having dinner -- again! I never particularly liked these occasions. Ken was resentful of his younger brother's success in business while he had remained strictly blue collar and he tried to hide his envy by constantly making off-color jokes and little references to their working class origins. My husband Jack, on the other hand, just liked his older brother, no matter, and paid no attention to the jibes. I, however, couldn't help but bristle. Ken was aware of, and reciprocated, my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense. Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects. "So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun in the cute little oven of that prissy society girl you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a whole lot better when a woman's got your baby in her, making her belly swell! They just can't get enough of the cock that put a baby in 'em, idn't that right, honey?" " he grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge in Suzie's tummy. Suzie just giggled and snuggled closer to Ken. "Guess that's one reason I'll be going for number four as soon as Suzie pops this one for me!" Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner this year, Ken. Not a good time to be starting a family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy type.'" I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me, although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a houseful of babies, as his mother had done for his father and HIS seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd meet him at the door each night eager for him to fuck my brains out. But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too entheusiastic, the same could happen to me as to MY mother. She had trained for years as an architect, but could never say no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen the arrival of one baby after another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a career. I had inherited Mom's wide hips and ample bosom and I was probably just as fertile. I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time would knock me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so much about getting pregnant put a crimp in Jack's and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the Pill was another inheritance from Mom. In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." Subtracting out my menses (Jack's problem not mine ) and the uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there weren't many nights I could relax and just get fucked. Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I risk giving Jack head or letting him eat me in between times. Of course not wanting to be a tease; I tried to keep Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't going to be able to satisfy him. I dressed conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and strappy heels he'd love to see me in. Fearing my own romantic reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners, wild parties, and going out dancing. I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack gave me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a word, I steered clear of all those things that the women's magazines advise for putting the "spark" into your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I could not control. Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type' Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly." Jack rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe you're not be doin' a good enough job on Miss Society Girl. I'd say ole Katie'd be a regular baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips! Plenty of room in there for twins or even triplets. And those hooters, man, that girl could produce enough milk for quadruplets. How about it, Sis?" He leered at me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Sis" or "Katie." "Doesn't my caveman brother throw you down and fuck you 'til you don't know or care whether he's knockin' you up or not?" "Now look here, Ken," Jack said; "that's out of line." "Sorry. Just my honest opinion." I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for Ken burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad, too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later when Ken apologized and promised to come around -- while Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me clean up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion -- furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind Ken's back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice. When Ken and Suzie finally left that night, I helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next "safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of condoms ready, hoping to get a nice "good-bye" fuck that morning, but Jack was in a hurry and left me feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my cycle. //Damn that Ken,// I thought, remembering what he'd said about me; //I feel so fucking horny...!// It annoyed me that Ken had my number; Mother Nature had given me a body made for making babies and a libido to make sure I had lots of opportunities. I got out the vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier; I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch. Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's decision to wait about making babies. Later that day, Ken came over. He was actually well behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage, and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. It was kind of weird; although I didn't really like Ken, I wore a tight T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals -- exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack. I don't think I was actively trying to be a tease -- it was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy -- but I sure got Ken's attention. Several times, I caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs. "How about a drink?" Ken suggested around lunchtime "I brought some sherry." "Hmm. I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?" "Ten years." "Must be expensive." "Aren't you worth it," Ken grinned, feigning to put the bottle back in its bag. "I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was something Jack had let slip. "I guess we'll see," Ken said, taking the bottle out again. While Ken poured some glasses, I put out some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. We were talking about nothing at all, but I got a tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate. The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. The sherry must have been older, than he said -- probably as old as I was -- perfectly blended with aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it four glasses, and felt the numb happiness of intoxication slowly come over me. I no longer knew what Ken was talking about. Down between my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet. "You okay, Sis?" Ken asked. I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the rungs of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. "Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly, "but...it mus' be more 'n than ten years old." "Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an hour." "Tha's...a lot." "Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are 'worth it!'" Ken said ominously, suddenly standing up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as I. "I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels over the rung of the barstool. Ken just smiled, kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. Then Ken stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and squeeze my boobs. "Boy that stuff works fast." "Wha' are you talking 'bout," I asked sluggishly. "Just the drug I put in your drink, Sis," he grinned. "They said it might take another half hour to hit you," he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck. "Drug?" I asked stupidly. "Yes, just a little something to loosen up my in-control sister to make you one sleepy, horny little girl," he replied taking firmer control of the breast he was molesting. "What do you think you're doing...?" I asked. "I think I'm going to fuck my horny little sister," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck. "No, no!" I tried to protest, but Ken just laughed. "If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs so hard?" I hadn't even realized when he put his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned on so easily?" he taunted. "No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his attack. I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out "No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest. "Those are some nice tits," Ken said, cupping them both in his hands, "made for sucking," He bent down and took my breast into his mouth. "What...? No...!" A thrill shot through me. "Do you want me to stop?" Ken asked, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why are your nipples so hard?" By then, I was pretty well creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate to get fucked. //But, no --!// I thought; //not with HIM...!// "Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" Ken said. "You must be really horny to let your own brother feel you up like this. It does feel good, though, doesn't it, Sis?" "Oh, yes...!" I gasped, grabbing his arms. "I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure." "Make sure?" "Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," Ken just grinned. Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the barstool. But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. "Oh, you're a wet little thing," Ken said, rubbing my pussy with his fingers, then slipping his middle finger into my hole. "You're all gooey inside, like a pussy that needs a prick." I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. "Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help, eh?" "Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but Ken's hand on my nipple and the other in my pussy was driving me crazy. "If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are, he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!" "Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty sex you need from my respectful little brother." His fingers in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could hardly think. "I mean, that's what you are, right Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper wife be just about to come on a thick finger in her hot fuck hole?" "Noooo!" I moaned, needing him to push me just a little further. "Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her husband to make her come with his hand?" "Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder. I tried to focus -- to think of something that would scare him off. "Don't do this, Ken," I said -- even as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a complaint against you so fast, it would make your head spin..." "Oh, the feisty lawyer!" "I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is battery... Ah!" His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke "So you want me to stop?" Ken asked, slowing his caress of my clit. "You don't want this, don't need this?" Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and he knew it. "Oh...please...!" "You know you're a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!" I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just to keep him going. "Oh God, Ken...please, please ...!" "'Please' what, Katie?" "Please let me come! I want to come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone...!" "I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my hot wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change." Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was terrified but aroused- he was obviously bent on some kind of payback -- and I was still too high from the drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have planned. Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to the bedposts. I was quaking. Ken left me for a moment to strip off his clothes -- but worry gave way to embarrassment when I noticed a video camera, already set up and running on its tripod. Triumphantly, Ken returned to the bed, hovering over my naked body. "Before I finish, you, little slut," he said, "you're going to beg me to make a baby in you. I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an edited version will make sure you keep as many babies as I put in your belly." Incomprehension must have passed over my face. "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. "What I put in your drink was a fertility drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot is just a pleasant side effect." Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those tits you always are hiding form Jack." "No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he's going to knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I screamed, "please don't make me do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll make you come!" "Indeed you will, Sis, in due time. Now just shut up," Ken said, pushing my knees apart. Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head between my legs to suck and lap at my juice-slathered hole. I'd never allowed Jack to eat me, rightly fearing the loss of control I was feeling right now. With Ken, I had no choice. "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly as his tongue took me over the edge to a climax. Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis and abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his face, even as he ate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally -- thankfully -- he let me rest. With his face wet with my cum, he looked up at me triumphantly. "Wound up enough, little girl?" he taunted. "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled -- I didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily I wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair with my fingers. "Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!" I screemed; "you're making me come...!" My climax was all the harder knowing a camera was watching us -- watching a sophisticated young lawyer reduced to a rutting woman getting just what she had denied so long she needed. I wailed as his tongue stabbed into my overheated pussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuous orgasm. While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm, Ken slid around so his hips were over my head, and I soon found his cock in my mouth. It was nice -- a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and tongue on his shaft, Ken humped his hips to fuck my mouth. I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of knocking me up. I hoped so and gave him all I had, bobbing my head up and down beneath his dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in the meantime -- licking and sucking at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to come. "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to find out." Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across my tongue -- and I winced as I tried to keep sucking him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter -- and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-oozing cock off to one side. "Not bad, for an amateur cocksucker" Ken commented cruelly, looking down at me. "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and round, we'll have to make this a regular thing." Spent -- for the moment -- he went back to sucking my pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so arousing I hardly realized I was playing with his cock, making him hard again. Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my eyes Ken had turned around to lie down beside me. "Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him. "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to make you a mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on my knees. I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him, letting the shaft sink suddenly deep inside me. "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting to hump him. "And you're tight," Ken replied; "you really don't fuck often enough, Sis." I blushed, embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a poor slut aching for cock. "Ugg!" I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep; "I felt that!" "That's your womb," Ken said, pushing his helmet up against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. "It wants a baby." I felt dizzy; I didn't want a baby, but I wanted that that cock -- it felt heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and let him start to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love these, too." "Oh, Ken," I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!" "Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your lawyer ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to make you a mommy." "Oh, God," I moaned, "Ken, you can do it, squirt your sperm in me!" "I don't know," Ken said, teasingly stopping his own thrusting; "show me you want it." "Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to have it! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into spasms -- clutching and sucking at his cock. Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that. Bred "Good girl," he said, grabbing my hips; "now here's your BABY!" He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I had let him do. It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor Jack...!// When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me again, pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I have denied this to him, and to myself, for so long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack, but Ken, who was fucking me, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding, humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself, wrapping my legs around his back. He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy. Afterward, I lay there lazily in bed with Ken's come oozing out of my pussy as my brother dressed and folded up his camera. When he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too. Three weeks later my period hadn't come and I realized I was pregnant. Jack was a little confused about the calendar manipulation I used to persuade him that, "accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed to think critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy -- I knew Ken was the father. ***** I wish I could say that letting Ken fuck me was a one- time thing, but it wasn't. The day I called him to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or drugged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-sized cock that had made me pregnant. When I know he was coming over, I found myself dressing like a slut to turn him on. Once, I went over to his house wearing my strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. When he saw how hot I was, he took the first opportunity to bend me over the back of his couch and slam-fuck my tight little pussy (while Suzie was downstairs doing the laundry). Ken was unemployed during the early part of my pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. Ken was overjoyed the fertility drug had been so effective. I was stunned but that didn't keep me from letting him screw me silly that very afternoon. Usually Ken would come to the house soon after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me to my law office with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini maternity dresses that Ken liked and that made the other women in the office so jealous. Once we even fucked in the courthouse, during a recess in a misdemeanor libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs. Ken, watching from the back of the courtroom, made hand signals. I couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess so we could slip into an unused office and he could bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury noticed? The prospect of Ken's cock inside me, made me do things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he got me out of all those sexy things I'd never worn for Jack. I came to love swallowing come, and I let him eat me for hours on end. Sometimes he caught our fucking on camera and we watched the tapes together -- giggling at our antics -- before fucking all over again. With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe Ken was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, Jack seemed very understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex. ****** Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins -- I was on top of the world. My dangerous, embarrassing affair with Ken had ended when he got a construction job out of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck me two or three times daily. He was surprised, but pleased with his newly horny wife, and I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before, practicing with him all the things I'd learned from Ken. With my babies due in a week, and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a career. Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, Ken and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. Ken and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and Ken was clearly pleased with both of us sporting big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," Ken said, playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence. "So," Ken said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep her at home long enough for you to start her on the next one?" Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she doesn't have to work. But ... looks like we're out of the baby business for a while, she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm." "Well," Ken said, "Maybe she'll change her mind, once the baby's born. Motherhood does things to women," he added, ominously. A week later, I went into labor suddenly, and my water broke while Jack was driving me to the hospital; by the time we got there, I had already pushed out two beautiful daughters -- Jacqueline (6 lb., 8 oz) and Jocelyn (6 lb., 10 oz). The nurses and my doctor were amazed how easy the delivery had been. I supposed it was because of the frequent, hard orgasms I had from Jack fucking me the last few weeks, but I just smiled and said I guessed I took after my mother. Several weeks after that, I was home puttering around the nursery, preparing to go back to work, when Ken, who had been out of town again, showed up at the house. He picked Jocelyn right up out of the crib she was sharing with Jacqueline, and handed her to me. "Okay, Miss High and Mighty, you listen to me; get your cow tits out and start feeding my baby like a real mommy!" I was shocked; I didn't know what had brought this on. "Now look ..." I stammered, "the babies are on formula." Ken, sensing my confusion, bore on. "These are MY babies and they deserve real breast milk! I've had enough of this 'career-woman' shit from you, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are. You're going to leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I want to hear you're going to give him the hot sex a man needs, too." Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, Ken," I said, summoning my courage; "Your dirty game is over. If you want to tell Jack, do it. And ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too." Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "Stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming into view; "Whose idea do you think it was to knocking you up with these babies to knock you off your high horse in the first place?" Again, Ken pushed my daughter toward me, and whispered in my ear. "Come on, Mommy, do it; you've got the tits for it." "Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her eight-months-pregnant belly. "It's only fair." "Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion. "Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "Maybe you were too busy letting my husband fuck your little brains out to remember, but right after Ken got you pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your husband. Seeing your protruding tummy every day, poor Jack was even hornier than you usually left him, bitch! One day, he 'accidentally' saw me with my blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet pussy, too," she smirked. "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. Then I let him suck my pussy until he was drunk on my cum, put his neglected prick in my well used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!" I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to appreciate. "See, I don't think it's right for a husband to go without when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front of him. I gave your husband what he needed, let him empty his balls in me every morning -- while Ken was over at your place, fucking his mommy-slut silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* don't make a man use a condom, so that's why this one is probably Jack's." "You...bitch!" I spat. "No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on." "The hell I will!" "Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking in as well, "Things have changed and I think you will make a wonderful mommy." "Jack...? What the hell...?" Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was Ken who explained the situation. "You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, she and I arranged it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you were..." I blushed red with embarrassment. "... but I told him to play it cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy just like I do." "This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you people have broken?" "I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "But do I know how many people you might not want seeing those tapes -- your old friends, your boss, your family. Believe me, honey not one of them looks like rape!" I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair in resignation, my milk-heavy boobs seeming even heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-determined, Ken stayed close to me to lift my top, and lowered Jocelyn into my lap to place her little lips on my left tit. Then a smiling Jack handed me Jacqueline as well, and I felt a second hungry little mouth clamp onto my other nipple. I wanted to feel anger -- to lash out for what they had done to me, but somehow, looking down at my two little babies drinking happily from my breasts, my anger dissolved. Nursing them both, I started rocking and cooing as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs, and the girls drank it down contentedly. "It looks like it's working!" Jack exclaimed, looking at Ken. "Didn't I tell you?" Ken said; "You can count on your big brother!" ***** It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant stimulation of three sucking mouths on our breasts keep us quite horny and ready for Ken and Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometime ), Suzie and I also like to get together for girl/girl fun. Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when Suzie's older kids are asleep. We keep the babies around for inspiration. Of course our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the sperm they've pumped into our tummies, we'll probably BOTH have twins next time! Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know that life is gone forever. I love playing with and nursing my little girls and could never give up the hard, frequent sex I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told me he and Ken intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come. We giggled and nodded in agreement. The End Comments please to Homer Vargas Bred It was Halloween night. I know it's a cliche, but it really was dark and stormy with not a trick-or- treater was to be seen. My husband was away on business and I was completely alone in the house. I'd shut the drapes to block out the storm but there was no escape from the thunder that rattled the windows and the rain that pelted the roof. I like rainy nights by the fire with a good book, but not stormy ones like the one that Halloween. The power went out. Typical. I decided to go to bed and hopefully sleep through the worst of the storm. It took me forever to get to sleep. The bed seemed huge and the sheets glacial as I huddled underneath them and tried to ignore the storm right on the other side of the window pane. I fell asleep only to wake suddenly at the sound of glass breaking. We live out in the middle of nowhere so I wasn't especially alarmed. It was more likely to be a tree branch than an intruder. Besides, what kind of brazen thief invades in such a noisy fashion? Figuring I'd better go see the damage, I got out of my nice warm bed and padded barefoot down the hall. I saw almost immediately what had broken, evidenced by the drapes of one of the windows blowing inward with the storm as rain pooled on the floor. I could see whatever it was that had broken the glass, standing in the middle of the hall. It was large and dark, about waist height. I felt an odd sensation of recognition mixed with fear that confused me and sent tingles up my spine. Lightning flared at just that moment, illuminating the hall for a few seconds. It was long enough for me to get a look at the thing that had come through the window. It was a wolf --- no, that was impossible, I told myself. It was a stray husky looking for shelter from the storm. A huge husky that had broken through my window without getting so much as a scratch that was looking at me with near human intelligence. It was a stupid thing to do, but I turned and ran back up the hall. If the dog pursued, I didn't know it. I made it to my room and firmly slammed the door shut behind me. Cursing my old insistence that phones do not belong in bedrooms, I wondered what on earth I was going to do. What were the odds of the dog leaving again once the storm passed? While I was wondering this, the door knob turned and the door opened. In walked a man, completely nude. There was something wolfish about him, in the wide set of his gray eyes and the silver that streaked his long brown hair despite his seeming youth. Besides my natural distress over the fact that he was naked, I felt the same tingle of fear mixed with recognition that I'd felt earlier in the presence of the wolf...dog. Even then I couldn't stop thinking of the animal as a wolf, despite how irrational it was. Did the dog belong to the man then? If so, where was it? I kept expecting it to round the corner but it never came. "Get out of here!" I shrieked at the man, searching around for a weapon of some sort but finding none close to hand. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that." he said in a husky voice. "Look -- whatever you want, money...car keys..." "I want you. I came here to claim my mate. You." This sounded extremely ominous. Great. A lunatic. "Please don't." I begged, guessing what he had in mind. "I would never dream of hurting you. Wolves mate for life, you know." came the cryptic reply. "You may as well reconcile yourself early to the fact that you are mine." "I -- I'm married." I stammered. As though that would stop a sex crazed maniac. "Marriage is a legal institution that has nothing to do with us. There are some bonds that go deeper than the law." "Get out of here." I said, trying to put more confidence into my voice than I felt. "I won't hurt you." he said, raising his arms wide in what was probably a gesture intended to show me that he wasn't armed. Well of course he wasn't armed --- he was naked. But the movement made me more aware of how lean and muscular he was. He wasn't large, but he was well toned. He was perfect except for a livid white scar that ran down his chest like claw marks. "Just get out of my house." I told him. "I can't do that." he repeated. His hand brushed the scar on his chest. "I've come to make you mine. I know this may be difficult to accept right now, but you'll soon understand." He took a step toward me. "Get back!" He didn't stop his approach. With incredible speed and agility he leapt at me, pinning me firmly to the bed. I struggled to free myself but it was impossible. His physical strength was incredible, even --- supernatural? His hard, lean body pressed down on me so I could scarcely breathe. With contradictory gentleness, he brushed my hair from my face, his eyes taking in my features in a hungry sort of way. "You have no idea how long I've been watching you. And the thought of that man touching you---" "My husband!" I gasped in anger. "By law." he agreed in a slightly amused tone. "Which means nothing to me. You are mine by a far greater authority -- that of nature. You are mine." he repeated slowly and with emphasis. Almost as though he couldn't control it, his hips rubbed against mine. Even through my gown and panties I could feel that he was rock hard. I thought he was going to kiss me but he nuzzled his face against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You're in heat." he observed. Judging by the way my body was reacting to the evidence of his arousal which was jutting into my thigh, I privately agreed. Either that or I was going out of my mind. Knowingly, his hand slid between my legs. "You're soaking the crotch of your panties." he needlessly informed me. "Please leave me alone." "You don't mean that. If I thought you really mean that, I'd leave right now. We both know it isn't true. The time is right and I've waited too long already." Abruptly he rolled off me and I jumped to my feet. I was free to run, but somehow I was rooted to the spot, torn between fear and lust. My pulse was throbbing and so was my pussy. What was wrong with me? "Take off your gown." he suggested. On one hand, I wanted him like hell on fire, despite the illogic of it. On the other hand, I was terrified, both of him and of the feelings he was inspiring in me. He was sexy...he was dangerous. Did I really have a choice anyway? I could say later that he raped me. I didn't really want this, did I? Shaking with fear and lust, I let my gown pool around my feet. His eyes roved over me avidly. "Now your panties before you get them any wetter than they already are." he mildly suggested. Tears of humiliation came to my eyes as I complied. What kind of person was I that I couldn't tell if I wanted this or not? How horrible was I that there was a possibility that I did? What was wrong with me? I had never once thought of being unfaithful to my husband before. I buried my face in my hands in confusion. He walked over to me and carefully pried them apart, raising my face so that I was looking at him. With surprising tenderness he kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips to swirl around mine, begging for a response. I'd never kissed anyone before but my husband, and I stood still for him, in complete shock at what I was doing. His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushed mine. I was horrified to find myself touching him, my hands wrapping around his erection. He broke the kiss, his eyes full of approval and lust. "You see there? I knew you'd come around." he said huskily. "Get on your knees and show me that you want me -- show yourself how much you want me. I don't want you to think that any of this has been forced." "I can't." I whispered. "With a mouth that pretty, I'm sure you can." I tried not to think about what I was doing as I went to my knees. No matter what he said, this was not my choice. Or was it? I wasn't some kind of slut and yet there I was on my knees before a complete stranger, staring at his hardened cock. A glance up at his face showed it tense with passion and I knew that he wanted me to pleasure him more than anything else in the world. Timidly, I gave it a small lick. "Yes." he breathed. His musky scent and taste were going to my head faster than any wine. More boldly, I took his erection into my mouth and sucked. It was like a part of me was watching from the sideline as I acted like a whore in an alley. I was absorbed in the task of getting him off, becoming more and more aroused at the prospect. My mouth slid willingly up and down his length until I began to taste precum. "You have to stop." he groaned. "I don't want to cum in your mouth." " I want to taste you." I gasped in protest, any remaining morals I had completely stripped away by lust. "Not tonight. Tonight I make you mine, body and soul. I intend to mark you and breed you tonight. You're in heat -- I want to make you pregnant." This should have alarmed me, but it didn't. Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was the sudden realization that I already belonged to him and always had. "Do it then. Now." "Of course. Whatever you want." he answered. He guided me onto my hands and knees right there on the floor. I arched my hips up and spread my legs in wanton invitation. He took me without preamble, plunging inside me as deep as he could go. Never in my life had anything felt so good. It was as though he was fulfilling a need in my life that had gone unnamed for years. It wasn't just sex---it was him. He was my mate. I threw back my head and groaned in pleasure. A few steady strokes and he had me clawing at the carpet in a state of ecstasy. My pussy burned pleasantly from the rhythmic thrusts. The pace he set was hard and fast, both wild and animalistic. It had been good with my husband, but never like this. My breasts jutted out proudly as I arched my back in a wordless plea for more. I could only moan in delight when he reached around to grasp one breast and give it a gentle squeeze. My nipples were so hard that they hurt. Once again I climaxed, throwing my head back in ecstasy. My pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock, hugging him like a glove. This time I brought him with me. His thrusts came harder, as he pressed into me again and again, finally driving in all the way as he emptied himself into me. I collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, momentarily satiated. He laid down beside me, his hands sleeking over my smooth skin. "Mine." he breathed into my ear. This time I agreed. I felt very content and at peace. When he wanted to mate again, I not only allowed it, but welcomed it. Somewhere, in some rational corner of my mind, I knew it was horrible to be doing this here in the room that I shared with my husband. But he was only my husband after all, a legal term. The taking of a mate has little to do with the law. The storm had rained itself out and golden moonlight pooled around us and over us. Over and over we coupled and I gasped with pleasure every time I felt his seed planted in my womb. I fell asleep in the curve of his body with his cock still buried inside me. I wasn't especially surprised to find him gone in the morning, but I wasn't concerned. I wasn't concerned either by the claw marks on my shoulder. I knew they would scar, but they were his mark and I was proud to wear them. Somehow I sensed that he had succeeded in his objective to impregnate me, and I was proud of that too. I knew my mate would return for me soon, certainly before the next full moon. He had bred me and marked me as his. Bred Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. * The door to my apartment was unlocked. I knew what it meant. I knew he was there. I stepped inside anyway. No sense delaying the inevitable. I hoped that he'd come later. It had been a long day. My first day back at work. I didn't wait as long this time. It's not as if I had a baby to bond with. I'd given her away, same as the others. I've given birth too many times to be a mother. I don't have that much to give. I wouldn't know where to start. My breasts ached, engorged with copious quantities of milk. I wish my body knew that it was futile, that my breasts were working overtime for nothing, but there's no beating biology. I was hoping to pump when I got home. I'm starting to leak. Shame to let it go to waste. I'm ready for him, but only barely. Labor is never hard for me. No tearing, no stitches. He didn't wait long this time. Maybe he's only here for fun. I doubt it though. He's been batting a thousand so far. Nine visits, nine pregnancies. He's got it down to a science. Probably had plenty of practice. I doubt I'm the only one. Visits. Interesting euphemism I've chosen. Tidier than the other word. More dignified, or so I tell myself. The truth is uglier, and saying it doesn't change it. Sometimes I wonder if he'd leave me alone if I refused to bear his children. I wasn't obligated to become pregnant. I wasn't obligated to stay pregnant. I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted him to come back. I've never seen his face. Wouldn't matter if I did. I've never reported it. Never will. He doesn't hurt me, doesn't threaten me. Doesn't have to. He's never said a word to me. The only thing he does is take me. The lights are off. Only the faint glow of the television lights the room. His hand is over my mouth. He doesn't press hard, just enough to know I won't scream. He yanks my jeans to the floor. I can feel the sticky moisture in the cotton as my panties slide down my leg. I wonder what kind of person I am as the musk of my sex permeates the air. He penetrates within seconds. No time for foreplay. I cry out as he thrusts deep inside me. He's long and thick. The pressure, the fullness of him is incomprehensive. My breath is fast and shallow. Little shrieks and moans as he moves in and out and in and out. My lovers are different. They kiss me gently, tell me I'm beautiful. Some worship at the altar of my cunt, teasing me with tongue and fingers. The bolder ones drink from my swollen breasts, latching on and suckling away. They are the best. It's the closest thing to intimacy I know. They don't stay. When my belly starts to swell, they have questions and I don't know how to answer. Because even the best of them don't know how to fuck me. He fucks me. He mounts me like an animal, pounding away with a demonic fervor. Patterns form on my skin, red streaks and purple splotches mark his conquest. Walking straight will be difficult tomorrow. Sitting down, impossible. Milk leaks from my beleaguered breasts. It soaks through my shirt, the sticky mixture of dairy and sweat binds the fabric to my skin. I wonder if he can smell it. He's getting close now, we both are. His pace quickens, his thrusts grow wild and frantic. He is a gentleman of sorts. I always climax first. It's always been like this, even since the first time. The only difference is blood. My orgasm is a strangled cry, hoarse and raw. The sound of my own screams of pleasure deafen me. My muscles twitch and convulse in betrayal. I feel him spasm inside me, and I imagine myself filling up with him, swelling with his seed until I burst. He keeps me rooted, my cunt drawing every drop of his bastard spunk. Tears fill my eyes as he withdraws. Shame, regret, and worst of all longing. His child will taunt me. Every wave of nausea, every tiny kick, every bead of sweat and lance of pain will remind me of him. I wonder how many there are. How many bastard children of my...rapist there are in this world. I'm going on a dozen. There could be hundreds. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the only one crazy enough to be his brood mare. I was raped shortly after my eighteenth birthday. I was raped again shortly before my nineteenth, and my twentieth, and again and again. I've been raped ten times now. Here's the ugly truth. I liked it. - I wait for weeks, and then for minutes, watching the white stick sitting in a urine filled cup. It's something of a ritual. Sometimes I wonder why he chose me, if he'll choose me again, if he'll breed me till my eggs run dry. What if he doesn't show up again? What do I do? Do I just go back to being a normal girl? What would that look like? Is it even possible? It doesn't matter. Two lines equal perfection. Nine months and another bastard will enter the world. Something stirs inside me. Bile in my throat. A spreading warmth in my loins. I smile.