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Dinah's Breeding

By: hollyh



Dinah slowly opened her eyes as the room around her came into focus: stark, white ceilings first, then the walls of glass. She couldn't make out anything beyond the glass, so she reasoned in her muzzy mind that it must be tinted.  She became aware that she was lying on a comfortable bed, and that the room was warm but smelled of antiseptic and some other odor that she could not put her finger on. It's impossible for a virgin of just 19 years old to know the smell of sex.

As Dinah's awareness grew, so did her fear. It became apparent that she was totally naked and her legs were bound to some sort of apparatus, the wide bindings snug at her knees and ankles, yet it she lay in a very comfortable position. Her arms were bound to posts at the head of the bed; to one arm was secured an IV line which led to a bag hanging just above her.  She looked to her left and saw a bank of monitors and a speaker. 

"Hello?" Her voice was weak and scratchy.

The door slid open and in walked a bear of a man carrying a silver medical tray. He was large and had very dark hair, a beard and mustache, and very full lips. His eyes twinkled as he surveyed her.    "Well, welcome back, Dinah. My name is Ian, and will be assisting you."  

'Welcome back?' Dinah thought, 'How long have I been here... how long have I been out?'

As if reading her mind, Ian said, "You've been here for about a week. We kept you in a state of twilight sleep this whole time so we could administer the proper preparations." 

With that, Ian raised a syringe from the silver tray and began flicking it to remove the air bubbles. He surveyed it in the light, and then smiled down on her as he inserted the needle into the IV line and pushed the plunger.

Dinah's body went warm, her areolas contracted, pushing her nipples to attention. 

"What was that?" she asked Ian, looking him up and down. She realized that he was in surgical scrubs, the top wrapping around him like a robe. 

"It was a fertility drug with a mood enhancing element, developed by our own Dr. Novartov. It will make your experiences more pleasant and the breeding easier."

'BREEDING?!' Dinah's mind screamed, 'I can't do this! I'm a virgin!' But something in the medication prevented her from being able to voice her fears.  All Ian heard forming on her lips was a series of groans and grunts.

"Yes, little girl, I know you're needy. We will be getting to that soon enough. But first, we have to get you in the right position ..."  

He slid a wedged bolster under Dinah's hips, and then pressed a button on the wall nearest him. There was a whirring sound, followed by Dinah's awareness that something was pulling her knees up and apart; pulling her ankles down. The machine continued to position her legs upward and outward as Ian clamped some leg rests on the side of the bed for her comfort. He placed Dinah's feet in the stirrup hooks, and then began to untie his top while talking to her.

"Are you comfortable there, little one? I know this is all new to you ... we picked you special for this. I am your caretaker and your breeder, so you and I are going to become very close for a while. The drug I gave you is a powerful sexual stimulant as well as a fertility drug, so you should be getting pretty horny right now. Let's see how you are doing .."

With that, Ian clicked the bottom of the bed and swung it down and out of the way. He then ran his hands along Dinah's inner thigh, feeling her tremble as he neared her most intimate flesh. He looked into her eyes and saw sheer terror and animal desire swirl together as he reached her pussy lips.

"My goodness but you are wet!" He ran his beefy fingers along her slit, gathering nectar there and bringing to his lips. "You taste so sweet, so innocent! I am a lucky man to be your first and to be the father of your children.  Let me taste more before we get down to business ..."

Ian kneeled between Dinah's upswept thighs. Dinah fought the drug mightily, trying to move her body, to scream, anything to let someone know she was not enjoying this. All she succeeded in doing was force more drug into her veins as her rapid heartbeat sucked at the IV line.

Ian lowered his head and his thick, supple lips met Dinah's pussy for the first time. Dinah's clit was already standing at attention from the drug, so it only took a couple of swipes of Ian's tongue to bring pussy juices bubbling forth from her depths. Her hips heaved in response to his mouth; he plunged his tongue into her and felt her hymen.

"Oh, this will be good," he said, lifting his head away from her slit momentarily. "You're a virgin; you're so ripe and ready.  Your pussy is begging for me to fuck it." He pushed a finger into her, agonizingly slowly, and felt around inside. "You are so hot and tight ... I think I'll jack off and cum in your pussy quickly at first, and then I will take my time the second time."

Ian rose from the bed and dropped his pants. Dinah gasped at the size of his cock: a large head with a thick, veiny shaft protruded over two balls the size of baseballs. She had never seen a naked man in person, only in the magazines under her mom's bed. Ian had a thick mat of fur on his chest with a trail running to another thick mat around his cock. He absentmindedly stroked himself while contemplating his next move.

Ian reached over took another syringe from the tray. It was a small syringe with a tiny needle. He lifted his heavy cock, and pushed the needle into his balls, injecting the fluid there. As Dinah watched, his balls surged to even bigger proportions.

"That was another special concoction ... it's a sperm enhancer.  It makes me produce more and better quality sperm.  Although, my regular sperm would probably be fine since I plan on fucking you a lot while you're here ... you are so gorgeous and sexy!"

Dinah's mind was numb at this point. 'These people really plan on getting me pregnant! Why? What did I do to deserve ..."

Again Ian answered her unspoken question: "You're here because your parents are broke. There is big money in adoption and a lot of wealthy people looking to adopt babies right out of the chute, so to speak. You have great lineage, great looks, a great health history ... and you're a virgin, so we didn't have to worry about the typical STD's or anything like that. Being 19, you are plenty old enough to carry a baby to term and your parents were paid handsomely for your 'services'. Y'know, if you play your cards right, you might find out that this is not such a bad gig. Lots of girls your age are having babies for free ..."  

He took another syringe with a tiny needle and inserted it just beneath the head of his cock. He watched him wince at that one and return the empty syringe to the tray.

"Liquid Viagra. We're gonna be here a while."  

He smiled and touched her again. Her skin felt electrified and he leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. He was rewarded with some sweetness as he sucked her nipple hard.

"I see that the high-powered fertility drug is making you lactate a bit already.  You should be pregnant by week's end."

He stood and began to stroke his cock, looking at her bound and helpless body lying in wait for him. He ran his hand over the cock head, now slick from precum. 

"I'm going to jack off and when I cum, I'm going to bust your cherry wide open and pump my cum right up against your womb. I'm gonna make you cum on my cock so hard when I shoot ..."

'No, I won't!' Dinah thought as she watched in wide-eyed terror at this man stroking this huge piece of flesh. It was only getting bigger and bigger and looked angrier and angrier as he pulled at his balls and furiously rubbed the shaft. Dinah felt an odd tingle in her pussy as she watched Ian pleasure himself, the outward signs of her arousal were not lost on Ian. 

"OOOOoohhhh  I'm getting so close ... you're gonna be so full in a minute..."

With that, Ian flopped down on Dinah and shoved his hips forward, pushing his huge cock into her pussy sleeve in one strong motion. He sucked and chewed at her nipples, pulling more of the milk into his mouth as Dinah grunted with the force of his entry. The feeling of being so utterly filled overwhelmed her senses and she came hard and fast on his cock. She didn't even notice that he had torn her hymen, only that her first fuck felt so damn good.

"Ooohhh yesssssss you slut! I knew you'd cum! Cum for me, baby ... cum on ... cum all over me ... soak my balls .."

Ian continued to talk to her as he pushed and pulled the massive cock head back and forth inside her pussy, rubbing that special spot and making Dinah cum and cum like she'd never experienced before when she came on her own fingers back in her bed at home. Ian rose up off of her, leaning back and holding her pussy against his hips. With her on the wedge, it put her pussy in perfect alignment for him to hold her this way, rubbing his cock head against her cervix.

He strummed her clit with his thumb and growled, "Cum again, Dinah. Cum hard and suck all my cum from my balls. I want to feel your cervix suck on the mouth of my cock. I want to feel it take all my cum inside and make a baby ... or two .."  He continued to strum her, watching her face flush with excitement.

"I know you're close. You know you love the feel of my cock inside you.  Hurry, girl: you're pussy is so good that I can't hold out much longer ...."

She felt him swell inside her and that pushed her over the edge. He felt her pussy ripple once, and then grip him in a concentric milking motion that sent his cum roping into her.

"AAARRGGGGGGGGG! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALLL!!!!" He came and came, his balls emptying deep into her body.  He leaned over and chewed on her nipples, the sensation of his teeth driving her to another mind-blowing orgasm. She gained a bit of control of her body, rolling her hips against him to draw the last of his sperm out. That told Ian that she had surrendered to her task and that it wouldn't be necessary to bind her anymore – unless, of course, she liked it.

Moments later, she felt him withdraw from her, but noticed that his cock was still rock hard and bobbing in front of him. It was then she became aware of people staring through the glass, some in obvious states of arousal, some taking notes. Her thoughts were all over the place: She felt vulnerable, exposed, but energized.  She wished she wasn't lying there with cum streaming from her pussy, and yet, she was still extremely horny. She wished that one of those people would come in and lick her pussy until she could cum again. She wished she could go home, she wished she could stay here forever. 

Ian's voice interrupted her thoughts: "I need to leave you in this position for a few minutes so that my cum can soak down into you." He gave her another syringe full of the "medication" as he said, "I'll be back in a few minutes after this dose has time to work, then we're going to do it doggy style ..."

The warmth spread through her loins and a shiver ran down Dinah's spine, and her pussy began bubbling with sheer anticipation of Ian's return.

Dinah's Breeding Ch. 02



Funny thing about forcing a virgin to have sex for the purposes of becoming pregnant: the entire process makes the body almost crave men's sperm.  Dinah found herself trembling with need whenever Ian entered the room, and eventually, she didn't even need to be harnessed to the bed any longer. As her impregnation regimen continued, Dinah became increasingly docile, almost to the point of utter submission.

Ian began escorting Dinah less and less to her gynecological appointments.  She was allowed to roam the halls in certain areas, where she found that there were literally hundreds of young women in various stages of pregnancy housed in the complex. A common room was in the center of the particular building Dinah was kept in, and she was finally allowed to visit.  

A big screen television sat in the corner of the room, and a large sectional wrapped around it, creating almost a cocoon effect. Playing on the television was a constant barrage of porn in all facets and forms. Sex and breeding were the orders of the day, and there was not a corner of the clinic that didn't display something to help encourage those orders.  Dinah noticed that the furniture in the common room was covered with plastic, and after a few moments of observing the young women there, she realized why. The young women in the "the pit", as they called it, were engaged with each other in various acts of oral and manual sex. It became apparent by watching for a few moments that the girls furthest along were serviced by the girls showing less. 

As Dinah stood, staring wordlessly at the carnal circus being performed in front of her, she felt someone step up against her.

"Hi," a breathy female voice whispered, "Wanna play?"

"Uhhhhh ... I don't know how ..."

"Sure you do ... I'll show you ..."

The woman, who looked to Dinah to be in her late 20's and very heavy with child, took Dinah's hand and let her to the end of the pit that was unoccupied.  She slid out of her robe, allowing Dinah to see her distended breasts and her large belly.  Even so, she was still very beautiful.  She pushed Dinah's robe from her and then took Dinah's hand and placed it on her belly.

"I'm due this week. Feel him kick? He's quite a squirmer. Only a good cum can get him to move around to a point where it's comfortable. They believe in the clinic that if you cum when you're in labor, you can have the baby faster."

Dinah continued to touch the woman's belly. She felt the baby moving inside and knew it wouldn't be long until her own body would be stretched beyond the limits to accommodate a wriggling child.  While also terrified, Dinah was fascinated by this woman's belly and breasts.

"My name is Sasha," the woman continued. "This is my third child for the clinic. I have managed to pay off my parent's debts, and I have quite a savings for myself. The sex is great and so is the food ... so I decided to stay for a while longer. Maybe two or three ...OOOHHHFFFF!"  

Dinah jumped as the baby gave an extra-strong kick to Sasha's ribcage.  "I really hate it when he does that," she said with a laugh.

"You know it's a 'he'?" Dinah looked into Sasha's large brown eyes.

"No ... I just figure by the way he won't let me sleep..." She smiled down at Dinah and took her face into her hands.  She kissed Dinah softly on the lips. "Don't let it scare you. It's really not that bad."

Sasha took Dinah's hands and placed them on her hard, swollen breasts. "Could you please suck them for me? They are so full ... ooohhhh ... and my breeder hasn't pumped me today. I really could use some relief. Pleasssseeeeeeee"

Dinah didn't know what to make of her request, but she put her lips to Sasha's distended nipple and began to suckle. A sweet, warm fluid filled her mouth. Mother's milk. The taste made her body kick into overdrive and she suckled harder, causing Sasha's head to roll back in sheer ecstasy.  Sasha cradled Dinah in her arms, allowing Dinah to drain first one breast then the other of milk. 

Sasha pulled Dinah up to her and they kissed; a kiss not of friends but of lovers sharing a very secret passion. As their lips were locked in an embrace, Sasha's hand wandered slowly down Dinah's body, reveling in the young woman's soft skin. Sasha's hand curled between Dinah's legs, and Dinah opened her thighs to give her better access to her pussy. A gasp escaped Dinah's lips as Sasha began to softly stroke Dinah's clit and pussy.

"You are so wet, little girl.  You are a good breeder candidate. I'll bet you taste good, too"  And with that, Sasha pulled her fingers from Dinah and put them to her lips, sucking Dinah's sweet nectar from them. "Yeeesssss ... sweet. Like a virgin. Were you a virgin?"

"Yes, I was," Dinah blushed at the admission. 

"Your breeder did you good, then. You're sweet ...I'll bet you've already taken. In the pit, though, it's the ones about to give birth that are serviced. Can you suck pussy, little girl?"

"My name's Dinah, and I've never done that kind of thing before ..."

Sasha grabbed Dinah by the upper arms and guided her to the floor. "You never fucked before you came here, either, and I'll bet you're learning to be good at that! On your knees between my thighs, Dinah, and I will tell you how to eat a pussy like a woman needs!"

Dinah complied with the woman's demand, kneeling between Sashas outstretched legs. She looked up over Sasha's swollen belly and a wave of lust rolled over her very soul. As if driven by an unseen hand, Dinah began kissing Sasha's legs, first tentatively and then with more and more passion and she worked her way up Sasha's thighs.

"OOOOOOoohhhhh yessss! That's right! Are you sure you have never done this before?" The older woman rolled her nipples between her fingers, causing droplets of milk to leak out. Her eyes closed and she began to roll her hips slightly.

Dinah reached the top of Sasha's thighs, and found that Sasha's pussy was neatly trimmed. Dinah pulled back the lips and looked – really looked – at a woman's pussy for the first time. She studied the wet lips, the clit peaking out of it's hood, the juice running from the hole. Tentatively, she reached out her tongue and swiped the slit, gathering some of the fluid and tasting it.

"OOOHHHH MMMYYY GOOODD!" 

It was as if Sasha had been touched with an electric needle. Her body's nerves were on fire between the pregnancy and knowing that she was being serviced by a virgin and the mere touch of Dinah's tongue to her pussy sent her into orbit. 

"Suck my pussy, baby. Suck it good. Make mama cum!"

Dinah put her mouth to Sasha's pussy and sucked. She moved her tongue in and out of Sasha's cunt hole the way she imagined she would like it if Sasha were doing it to her. She lightly licked the lips, she sucked the clit. She put her finger inside Sasha and felt her pussy spasm around it. Then, suddenly, she was awash in some sort of fluid.

"Oh my god! I'm CUMMMMIIIINGGGGGGG!!!"  Sasha was screaming, and Dinah tried to hold on to her thighs to keep her from hurting herself.  But this amount of wetness was more than just what Dinah imagined would be from a cum.  She looked up over Sasha's belly and she watched as it visibly tightened.

"I ... I .... I think I'm in labor!! I think my water broke!!" Sasha was almost calm about it. "God, that was a good cum, baby! Thank you! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Sasha was struggling to stand, and Dinah helped her as she waddled down the hall to her room. Dinah watched as Sasha pressed a red button on the wall and suddenly her breeder, Dale, appeared in the doorway. He hooked her breasts up to a breast pump, put her legs in the stirrups, and then set about the task of bringing Sasha to orgasm after orgasm, first with his mouth, then with a vibrator. Each orgasm made Sasha scream out in pain and pleasure simultaneously, which was turning Dinah on.

Dale encouraged Sasha: "C'mon, push that baby out, girl. Cum for me and that will help push that baby out ..." He continued to masturbate her pussy and insert his fingers to check for a baby's head. 

In a moment, Dinah was riveted to see a small patch of hair pushing against Sasha's opening. Being as this was Sasha's third child with the clinic, it didn't take long for the little one to emerge from her body. Dinah stood in rapt fascination as Sasha came while pushing out this little miracle. The breast pumps were stopped, as they had plenty of milk for the baby's first few days. 

Afterward, the baby was taken to the nursery, Sasha was cleaned and then given a sedative to induce sleep. It was then that Ian appeared and led Dinah from Sasha's doorway.

"Did you like what you saw, Dinah?  Soon that will be me sucking your clit while you labor away to push a baby into this world.  But in the meantime, we have some breeding to attend to. It's time for your fertility shot and for a nice long fuck. I'm sure after having Sasha play with your pussy, you're more than ready for my cock ..."

Dinah couldn't argue that fact. If having a baby was hell, then making one was pure heaven; and Dinah had a little bit of Heaven waiting for her just down the hall ... 



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 03



"You smell like pussy juice."

Ian's face was very near to her ear. Dinah felt the heat of his skin, the tickle of his whiskers. She felt his breath against her own skin, making her nipples grow hard with anticipation.

"I want to you smell like cum. Like MY cum." Ian led her down the hall, away from Sasha's room.

As they approached Dinah's breeding cell, Ian's grip tightened on her arm. He knew that she didn't like having the shots. She didn't like how they made her feel, how they made her want. He knew there was still a big part of her that wanted to fight him, and as he mentally prepared, he inadvertently squeezed her in his grip.

"You're hurting me! Please stop!" 

"Just keep walking, little girl. We have much to do, and little time to do it in. I think you will enjoy what I have in store for you!"

Dinah breached the threshold of her cell first and saw the rack and the table aligned with several different syringes. She began to squirm and try to back up, but Ian kept a strong grip on her, pushing her into the room as he grabbed both of her tiny wrists in his strong hand.

"C'mon, Dinah. Don't make this hard, baby. Let's get this part over with and we can have a little fun, okay?" His condescending tone infuriated Dinah. What she wasn't aware of was what Ian was feeling.

Ian prided himself on clinical professionalism. He never allowed his own emotions to cloud the performance of his job. His job was the envy of all men, and he kept a cool head even while his body was boiling over. But this wench had him all twisted around. When he found her in Sasha's room, reeking of girl cum and birth fluids, he became jealous. He was jealous that she had an encounter without him, and fearful that, because Dinah was still an impressionable virgin, somehow she would grow to like girl sex better than sex with him. And that fear drove Ian to be even more aggressive and dominant: he had to prove to Dinah that he should be, in her eyes, a god. A god of sex. A god of love. 

"LOVE?! Wait just a minute!" Ian thought as his mind was racing with all these pent up emotions. "I do not love this girl. She is just a receptacle for my seed. She is just an incubator..." 

His thoughts ended abruptly as he heard Dinah gasp. He had been stringing her in the rack by her wrists, and evidently had gotten the ropes too tight. Her hands were turning blue and her eyes were wide with fear.

Ian loosened her bindings slightly and apologized. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I didn't mean to bind you so tightly .." He turned away, afraid to look into her eye for fear that she would see how much he had begun to care for her.

Ian turned to the tray beside them. He took a syringe and turned to Dinah. 

"I know you don't like this, but it's time for me to stimulate your milk production. We have to have a lot in the milk bank for whenever your baby gets here ..." And with that, he plunged the needle into her left breast and depressed the plunger. Dinah wailed - a sound that always made Ian's cock hard. 

He brought the second syringe to her right breast and repeated the action. Dinah tried to struggle away from him, but the bindings held her fast and she quickly wore out from the effort. 

"Now for the fertility/sexual stimulant cocktail..." and with that, Dinah felt a sting in her left hip. Immediately, her breasts became taut and her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. A small drop of milk leaked from her left tit. Ian stuck out his tongue and flicked the nipple, tasting it's offering.

"Still sweet," he muttered and Dinah blushed.

Ian eased up behind Dinah, and took her heavy tits in his hands. 

"Did Sasha touch you like this, baby?" He kneaded her tits carefully as milk began leaking from them. Dinah shifted herself against his growing erection, the massage of her tits made them heavier and hotter. She felt the stimulant taking hold as her entire body began to buzz with a sexual energy.

Ian felt Dinah relax into his hands as much as she could, considering that she was bound to a rack with her hands over her head.

"That's it, baby. Give in to it. Yeahhhh ... grind that ass into my cock..."

Ian felt his cock growing in proportion. He came around to face Dinah, holding his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. He watched her chin begin to quiver as she watched him. A small trickle of drool escaped her mouth as a low moan rolled from deep in her chest.

"Awwww ... you want THIS, darlin?" he squeezed his cock and pointed at her. "You're gonna have to beg. Tell me what you want, little girl."

Dinah's body was betraying her, for whatever moral stand she had thought she was going to take had now left her completely. All that mattered was the dull throbbing in her pussy that was begging to be quieted by Ian's cock. Every fiber in her being wanted Ian's seed. 

"I want you"

Ian eyed her carefully. "You want me? Is that all you have to say? I have this hot, throbbing cock to push into you and all you can say is that you want me?!?"

"Yes ... please, Iannnnn..."

Ian stepped close to her – close enough for her to feel his heat. He leaned and kissed her neck, her jawline. He kissed her mouth lightly, but pulled back as she began to open her mouth in response. 

"Please, Ian ..." she whispered, her eyes pleading with him to continue.

Ian kissed her throat and down to her left tit, now swollen with milk. He licked the nipple until Dinah gasped and the nipple hardened. He took it into his mouth and suckled, drinking from her. Ian bit her nipple gently, causing her to moan and writhe within her bonds. 

"What do you want, Dinah? TELL ME!"

The stimulant drug was now at its peak in her body and Dinah was on fire. 

"PLEASE, RELEASE MY LEGS!" 

Ian bent down, but instead of immediately complying with her wishes, he buried his face in her pussy. Her sweet juices were running freely now; her clit stood at perfect attention. Ian's tongue found her clit and began strumming it with precision and he listened to her cries and chuffing to monitor how close he brought her to the brink. He didn't want to push Dinah over just yet, but wanted her body screaming when he finally took her. Ian plunged a finger into her cunt, feeling the tube spasm around the digit as he wiggled it inside her. He brought it from her body, his hand completely covered in her juice.

"WATCH ME!" he commanded and she opened her green eyes, watching as he savored her nectar. His eyes were locked on hers as he wiped the last of her essence on his body. He now reeked of pussy – of HER pussy.

"Ian," she said piteously, "please, I beg of you. Release my legs"

He knelt down and disengaged the shackles at Dinah's feet. He rose and stepped to her, and as he did, he lifted her legs at the knees and tucked them under his arms. 

Dinah felt Ian's cock nudge at her entrance, and she began to undulate against him in the hopes that his warm cockhead would rock against her clit. She was so close! She needed to cum so badly! 

Ian felt her need and wrapped his arms under her ass and hips, aligning his cock perfectly. With one huge lunge, he was buried balls-deep inside her.

"AAAAGGGGGGG OOOOMMMYYY GGGOOODDD!!" Dinah screamed as she was suddenly filled to the brim with male meat. "YESSSSS!! YESSSS!!!!"

Immediately, she began to cum on his cock. The inside of her pussy was swollen and hot, and it massaged Ian so perfectly. He began to slide almost imperceptibly against the convolutions of her, his cockhead massaging her G-spot. 

"Fuck me, Ian! Give me your hard cocccckkkkkk..... ahhhhgggggg!" Again, Dinah came. Her fuckjuice ran down his cock and dripped from his balls. He held her against his hips, hardly moving. He didn't need to: her body was grinding and spasming against him in the most delicious way.

He leaned close: "yeesssssssss, that's right, little one. Suck that cum right from my balls. I have a huge ...ahhhhhh ... load ... yessss... to give to your pussy ..."

Ian pulled and pushed Dinah on his cock. He watched her pussy lips cling to his flesh as he began to fuck her in earnest. He was giving her the whole length of himself with each stroke, and he watched her clit jump every time she came against him. Her wails could be heard across the complex as he set about impregnating her.

Milk leaked profusely from her tits. One of the other attendants, who heard the commotion and came to watch, noticed the leakage from Dinah's tits. He quickly disappeared and moments later, wheeled in a breast pump. The stranger set about attaching two connections to the pump and put them over Dinah's nipples. He flicked the switch and the pump began to whirr, sucking her nipples in a rhythmic wave. He gave Ian a wink, then slipped out as quietly as he had come in.

"OOOOHHHHHHH!!! I'M CUMMMMIIINGGGGGGG!!!" Dinah screamed again as the sensation of the breast pump and Ian's cock overwhelmed her senses. "I can't stand it! This feelss soooooo goooooood ...aaaarrrgggggg!!!"

Ian was at the bring now himself. He gripped Dinah by the hips and pulled her against him, grinding his pelvis into her clit.

"Cum one more time, baby. Make me cum in that pussy of yours!!"

"Oh, yessssss, Ian give me your baby!! Give me your cum and give me your baby!!!"

Her plea sent him over the edge. In a blinding rush, Ian's seed spurted into Dinah. He held his cock deep in her body, the head resting against her cervix. She felt his bloated cockhead belch rope after rope against the opening to her womb, and she came again as he inseminated her.

Ian held inside her as long as he could. By that time, her tits were back to normal and the pump was beginning to hurt her. Ian disconnected the pump and helped Dinah down from the rack. 

Easing her into bed, he positioned her on her stomach with her ass in the air, hips on pillows. As he looked down upon her – her soft, white ass in the air, cum bubbling from her depths - he began to get hard again. 

It was going to be a long night. 

Ian reached over to the tray and picked up the smallest of the syringes and injected his balls with the solution. They immediately filled again until they ached.

"You're just too sexy, Dinah. I need you again ..." 

Dinah felt him shift on the bed and tried to protest. She was sore and tired and her arms ached. 

"Please, Ian .. not again ..."

"Shhhhhhh, little girl. This won't take long .."

Since Dinah was so wet from all the cum earlier, Ian had no trouble slipping into her slit. He hit bottom and began to rut like an animal in heat. 

"Hmmmmmmm, yessssss ... so tight! So hot! God, girl, your pussy is so fine ..."

Dinah blushed at his words. Here she was, a young woman of 19 who, by all accounts, should be in college and out partying with friends. But instead, she was trapped beneath a man she barely knew, allowing him to impregnate her. And, to make matters worse, she was getting turned on again.

"Do I feel your pussy grabbing me, baby?" Ian slowed his thrusts and just pulsed his cock inside her. "yeeessss. ... I knew you liked this!!" 

Dinah couldn't help but rock back against him. She began a low, growling moan as he reached beneath her to find her clit. Ian teased it from it's hood and carefully stroked it, feeling it get hard against his finger.

"I want you to cum with me, Di. Cum against me. Let your cervix suck the cum out. I have another huge load for you, baby ..."

He kept talking and stroking her, giving her his cock in long, slow, deep strokes. Dinah's body was electrified again – even Ian's breath against her back made her arch against him. 

With one final, long cry, Dinah pushed back hard against Ian.

"YEESSSSSS ... cum for me! That's it ... cum on my cock! Oh, God ... I'm cumming with youuuuuuuuuuuuu!" 

With that, Ian unloaded himself into her for the second time that day. All the strength went from his body and he lay over her, kissing her shoulders until his cock, slimy with their union, slid from Dinah's body. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered, clearly emotional.

"Because I can. And because you like it so much. And because I want you to have my baby ..." 

Dinah thought about his answer for a moment. "But I can't keep it. The baby, I mean. Don't you ever want to have one of your own?"

Ian pushed himself from the bed. Emotions flooded him again, and all he knew was that he had to get away – now. He stumbled to his feet, pulling on his scrubs. 

"I have to go ..." 

Ian gathered the trays and the rack and then he left, leaving Dinah alone in the darkened room with a river of cum running from her as quickly as the questions that were running through her head. 



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 04



"You're pregnant."

Dinah thought she had been prepared for those words since she accepted her plight at the clinic; but when she actually heard the doctor utter them, they hit her hard. The breath rushed from her and her knees buckled.

"QUICK, IAN! CATCH HER!" Dr. Emerson shouted as he saw Dinah begin to slip toward the floor.

Ian caught Dinah by the waist and hefted her up onto the exam table. He stepped aside so that the doctor could re-examine her and make sure there was no reason for her fainting that would bring harm to the baby. To HIS baby. 

"There, there, Dinah," the doctor said, hovering just over her left shoulder. "I know this is a scary thing for you, being so young and all. I can assure you that we will take good care of you. We need to get you on some vitam...."

Dinah's brain had gone numb. She heard very little of what the doctor had to say. She had been through so much at the clinic already: forcible defloration and subsequent frequent inseminations by her "breeder", the stimulation of her breasts to produce milk, the scheduled pumping of that milk, the introduction to lesbianism – and now, pregnancy. Her mind whirled with terror over how her body would now be changing, and what kinds of sexual deviancies would await her.

Ian watched Dinah's face very carefully. Although his mandate at the clinic was to impregnate this lovely young girl, he was also cautioned to not become emotionally attached. These girls are given the option after their first birthing to leave the clinic, and the majority of them do so. Ian had an idea, however, that Dinah was different. He couldn't put a finger on why he felt that way, but he was sure that Dinah wouldn't be leaving after this little bundle of joy arrived.

The clinic OB/GYN gave Ian a handful of pill bottles: one was a prenatal vitamin, one was a milk stimulator, another to stimulate libido. The latter two were developed on site at the clinic – their successes and failures highly documented. The doctor gave Dinah shots once again in her breasts and a shot in her hip and sent her out of the clinic wing on the arm of a rather proud Ian.

"I knew we could do it, Di," said Ian softly. "I can't wait to get you back to our breeding cell and show you how excited I am to have a baby on the way."

Dinah thought it ironic that Ian would even speak of the baby, considering that it was already spoken for on the open market and that she and Ian would never be true parents. She kept her face turned away for fear that he would see both the fear and the loathing in her eyes. She hated this place, hated this man for what he had placed in her body against her will. And she was wholly terrified of what would become of her.

Back at the breeding cell, Ian ushered Dinah in with a grand, sweeping motion. He carefully went over her medication schedule, and then began the task of stripping Dinah naked. 

"I won't be able to fuck you the normal way for a few weeks, so we will have to find other ways to make sure you get the cum that your body craves ..." 

Dinah's fear mounted as she saw Ian take out a large tube of lubricant. He placed the triangular-shaped bolster in the bed and told Dinah to position her hips over the apex of the bolster. Dinah knew better than to press her luck with Ian, so she did as she was instructed. Ian then shackled Dinah's knees and ankles to the bed frame. 

"We're gonna try something new today, little girl. You can either make this easy, or make it difficult, but either way it's going to happen ..." Ian's voice trailed off as he pulled on a rubber glove and began to lube it.

"HEY!" Dinah jumped as Ian's cold fingers found her anal pucker.

"Just hold still ..." 

Ian worked one finger into Dinah's ass. The realization of what Ian was about to do to her finally registered in her brain. She began to struggle, but the bindings held her legs too tightly. She raised up to look at Ian, but she could do little else but remain on all-fours as Ian's unoccupied hand grabbed her roughly at the back of her neck, preventing her from rising up all the way.

"You might as well not fight me. I'm stronger than you and you don't want me to have to bind you more tightly than I already have."

"AAAGGGGGG!!!" Dinah cried as Ian plunged his finger into her asshole. He held her neck savagely as she tried to buck free from his grip. 

Ian massaged in and out of her asshole, feeling it loosen slightly. He also felt her give up her fight, and so he let go of her neck and grabbed the tube of lubricant, squirting some on his hand and this time sinking two fingers into her anal ring. The pain renewed the fight in Dinah and she again began to struggle; Ian gripped her neck hard once again.

"Plllleeeaaaseeee, Ian. Please stop! You're hurting me!!" She cried piteously as he sawed his fingers carefully in and out of her asshole, feeling her body grip his fingers and squeeze rhythmically.

"I haven't begun to hurt you yet, my dear. Wait until I sink my cock into your ass. But by then you will be begging me to fuck you. You're already beginning to hump back on my hand just a little bit ..." 

She hadn't noticed it until just then, but she was swaying a bit. Ian once again relaxed his grip on Dinah's neck and moved his other hand to her pussy, finding her clit which was now engorged and standing at attention. 

"AAAaaaahhhh, yessss. Look at the little soldier! Your clit wants to be touched. Shall I?" His condescending remarks had a very definite effect on Dinah: her body was twitching even before he touched her.

"GGGGggggmmmmmmm..." Dinah gurgled into the mattress as Ian continued to finger fuck her ass and began his assault on her clit. His intentions were to bring her to the brink several times before he pushed his cock into her and gave her a cum enema. 

After the third near-orgasm, Dinah was panting, her body shone with a sheen of sweat. She felt Ian's body weight move from the bed and she rose, trying to get a glimpse of what he was doing.

"I would keep my head down if I were you, little girl. Otherwise I shall tie it down."

She heard the distinct rustle of cotton clothing that had been starched to perfection. Even though he only wore scrubs, Ian was meticulous about how they were ironed and creased just so. She always thought that ironic considering that he spent a good deal of his day out of them.

She felt the bed shift again, and the familiar heat of Ian's body as it drew near to her. He leaned over her: "Your asshole is open to me now .." he said, plunging his fingers back into her, "and it is ready for my cock. You need the juice in my balls. You need to cum. We are going to satisfy both needs. You have not ever cum before until you cum with a cock up your ass .." 

And with that, Ian fisted his huge cock just below the head and lubricated it well. He then turned the cold lube against Dinah's ass, a move that made her gasp at the contrast of hot to cold. 

"Here we go, baby ... push your asshole out against me ..." Ian began to force that large tube of muscle into her pucker. He watched as she strained to push against him, strained to relax her sphincter enough to allow him to enter.

"Go ahead and scream, Di ... no one here cares. They know when they hear that sound that a newly-pregnant resident is getting assfucked for the first time. We should have an audience not long after I force my cock head into your ass for the very first time. Now scream for me, baby ... scream loud! Call them all to us ..."

One large lunge and Ian's cockhead breached her sphincter, and it clamped tight behind with horrific spasms.

"OOOOHHHH MMMMYYY GGOOODDD!!! TAKE IT OUT!! AAARRRHGGGHHH!!! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!!!" 

Dinah's screams could be heard well into the next building. Many of the resident 'breeders' without partners came to the window of Dinah's breeding cell to watch her first anal fuck. Ian held onto Dinah's hips as she tried in vain to dislodge the large flesh log that had been shoved up her ass. 

Ian leaned over her, hissing into her ear: "Yesssss, that's it. It feels good when you try to force me from your ass. It massages my cock so nicely! Put on a good show for the other guys, Dinah. They all want you anyway. Look at them – they're jacking off and watching you take me. Let's give you a little more of my cock, shall we?"

Ian flexed his hips forward and another three inches buried into her asshole. 

"DEAR GOD! STOP!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! PLLLEAAASSEEE STOP!!"

"You'll be screaming another tune in a few minutes ..." 

Ian began to push and pull at his cock, each time burying a bit more into her ass until with each long stroke, his balls smacked against her clit. Each tap caused Dinah's ass to spasm around Ian's cock, and something wonderful began to happen. Dinah began to get wet. She began to enjoy the push-pull of Ian's cock in her ass. Her asshole was completely relaxed and she felt every nuance of his cock as it traveled in and out of her ass. Occasionally, Ian would stop and flex inside her, which would stimulate her nerves and illicit a long, low howling moan.

Ian turned and reached to a shelf just to the right of the bed and found a small finger vibrator which he got situated on his index finger and then turned it on. As he plugged Dinah's ass, he reached around and put his finger against her clit and the vibrations sent shockwaves through her body.

"I'M CUMMMMINGGGGSSSSSSSSSYEEESSSSSSSGGGGGOOOODDDD!!!" Dinah wailed as Ian fucked her harder. 

He felt her asshole spasm and massage his cock as she came hard against his hand. He put his finger back against her clit, feeling her ramp up toward another orgasm.

"Cum for me, Dinah. Make me feel your ass pull the cum from my balls. I know you want it ..."

He fucked her ass and felt air escape from around his cock. He kept stimulating her clit just enough to bring her close, but not enough to push her over. He wanted her to cum when he did so that the throbbing would pull the cum out from his balls. Ian kept talking hot and dirty into Dinah's ear: telling her what a hot fuck she was and how many guys were shooting off just by watching them fuck. He told her how tight and hot her asshole was and how he was going to enjoy fucking it right up to her 9th month. He told her how he was going to enjoy sucking the milk from her tits and feeling her labor spasms when he made her cum while she was giving birth.

Dinah's body was in a constant state of electric arousal. All Ian needed to do was barely touch her clit and she would be sent into a fit of orgasmic bliss. It was frustrating to her that he wouldn't touch her clit, only pound her ass and talk to her. Then the inevitable happened.

Ian felt himself on the edge, so he reached and pinched one of Dinah's nipples, sending a small stream of milk across the bed. This turned him on and Dinah felt his cockhead swell and begin to throb, then she felt him grip her clit with a finger and thumb, milking it as one would a cow.

"JEEESSSSUSSSGGGOOOOODDDPPLLLEEAAASSEEEEAAAARRRRRGGGG!"

Dinah's eyes rolled back into her head as all the sensations hit her at once. She was filled to the brim with Ian's hot cum, she felt it running down her asscrack into her cunt. She felt his cock swell and belch rope after rope into her bowels as her pussy contracted in the most intense orgasm of her life. Her tits spontaneously began leaking copious amounts of milk and Ian bit her neck as a male lion would a lioness at the point of copulation. They were frozen in a state of bliss not often achieved, their bodies' sensory capacities overloaded.

Slowly, both Ian and Dinah came back to reality.

"My god that was intense" Dinah muttered as she felt Ian slip from her asshole and roll to her side. 

"Get used to it. It's the only way we can fuck during the early stages of your pregnancy, and they like for us to continue getting as much cum into our partners as we can." 

He reached and unshackled Dinah's legs and eased the bolster from under her hips. She rolled to her side, limply, and felt the majority of Ian's cum run from her asshole. Her ass hurt. Her hips hurt. She was still scared, but she was somehow also very satisfied and exhausted. 

Ian brought a soft, warm, wet cloth and cleaned Dinah up. She watched as he tended to her: she saw the concentration on his face, the care that he took to make sure she was comfortable after their "sessions". He handed her a vitamin and the other stimulants as well as a glass of water.

"Here, take these, then try to get some sleep ..."

"Can you stay with me? Just for a little while ... until I can fall to sleep?"

None of the partners had ever asked him to do that. He didn't really know how to respond but before his mind could think of a reason not to, his mouth had already said, "Sure ... for a little while"

He pulled on his scrubs and then eased into the bed, spooning up against Dinah's back. Instinctively, she snuggled into him and he placed his hand over her belly – right where his baby would be growing. He thought about that, about how sweet Dinah looked and smelled, about how good it felt to have her wrapped around him. 

Before he knew it, Ian had drifted off to sleep in Dinah's bed.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 05



Months passed like days, days like months for Dinah. At first, her body's rebellion was a bit disconcerting: her feet would sometimes swell, her breasts got even heavier, her tummy began to bulge then protrude, and her skin became dry and itchy. At first, she was constantly nauseated, then a bit later, she became absolutely ravenous.

The most interesting part for her, though, was feeling the baby move for the first time. It began like a tickle deep in her pelvis like gas bubbles, only in the front of her body.

"OOOH!" Dinah startle Ian with her cry. 

"Is something wrong? Do you hurt? Are you bleeding?" The terror in his voice shocked even him: he had been through this hundreds of times. Why was he so freaked out now? 

"No, I'm okay. Just this really funny sensation ..."

"Tell me where."

Dinah took Ian's hand and placed it over her slightly round belly. "Right here," she said, pressing his hand into her warm flesh. Ian held his hand there for a long time and finally another cry came from her lips: "There! Did you feel that? It feels like bubbles or something"

"Yes, I felt it just a little bit. I think it might've been our ... er... the baby." Ian blushed as he realized what he had said. "I need to go ... I have a meeting." He almost left skid marks running from Dinah's breeding cell.

An hour later, Ian sat in Dr. Pritchett's office. Dr. Pritchett was the acting chief of the clinic, and a rather striking woman in her own right. Having risen from the ranks of breeding partner to the chief of the clinic was no small feat, but Aurora Pritchett was one determined gal. She used the money she was paid for having babies to fund her college and medical school tuitions, taking correspondence classes when she was too far along to attend classes. She would have the baby, then go right back to school – finishing with her degree in just six short years.

She was a striking woman of 45 with still-perfect breasts, beautiful chestnut hair and flashing green eyes. There wasn't a cock in the whole facility that didn't get rock hard when Aurora walked into the room, even though she was not a model thin woman. Her innate sensuality swallowed up all the air whenever she was around and her confident manner had men begging for just a morsel of her attentions. 

Dr. Aurora Pritchett eyed the strapping young Breeder across the desk from her. His portfolio said it all:

Ian McLaren. 32 years of age. Drug and disease free. Prolific breeder having sired 2 babies per year for the past 8 years. Works better when placed with only one partner at a time. Seems to remain detached and able to perform his duties, displaying a certain concern with out getting involved.

Dr. Pritchett's green eyes settled on Ian's face. "So, what brings you here to see me, Ian? Are things with your breeding partner not going well?"

"No, Doctor ... I mean, yes, Doctor ... I mean ..." Ian began to wriggle in the seat, obviously uncomfortable with speaking to Dr. Pritchett about the subject he has come to address. "I mean ... Dinah is doing very well, her pregnancy is progressing nicely, and our sessions are still very good. But I feel that I must ask for her to be turned over to another Breeder ..."

Dr. Pritchett came around to Ian's side of the desk. Her suit skirt was very short, but loose. She wore no hose, and her tanned thighs were exposed to Ian as she slid up to sit on the desk. Her blouse was cut very low, with only a couple of buttons holding it around her. Ian couldn't help but stare and swallow hard, a lump forming in his scrub pants.

"So, you're saying that you don't want to work with ... did you say her name was Dinah? ...anymore?"

"Yes, ma'am. I feel that I am becoming involved with this pregnancy."

"I see. Well that IS a problem, Ian, and one that I shall take into consideration. Perhaps you just need to clear your head by, oh, say, having sex with another woman?"

All the breath left Ian momentarily as Dr. Aurora Pritchett reached up and unbuttoned the two or three buttons holding her blouse together, allowing him to see her ample tits straining inside a lacy bra. 

"Do you see anything that might help you regain your focus, Ian?"

"Uh ... maybe, ma'am"

Ian was usually in such control with his breeding partners, but this woman undid him. It was clear that SHE was in control and he was just an instrument in her pleasure. He knew, however, that if he played his cards right, his pleasure would be seen to as well.

Aurora rose from her seat and stepped to Ian, pulling him into a standing position. She took his hands and held them against her warm, swelling tits, and helped him carefully brush her blouse from her shoulders. Ian's instincts then kicked in and he stepped even closer, reaching around and unhooking Aurora's bra, pulling it from her ample frame. Her tits bore the markings of the breast pump that was used on her: her nipples stood out about an inch and were large and dark. Ian took one into his mouth and began to suckle, drawing a soft moan from Aurora.

While he suckled, Ian pushed his hand up under Dr. Pritchett's skirt and found the wetness of her panties. He raised his head and gave her a look that questioned whether he could remove the rest of her clothing. She pushed him away, then began to do a little strip-tease dance as she removed the remainder of her clothing. 

"Sit in my chair, Ian," she said, moving them both around to the other side of the desk. "I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my pussy."

"Put on your lab coat. Please. It's a real turn-on ..." 

Aurora tilted her head to one side as if thinking about Ian's request. She went over to her coat tree and retrieved a longer coat and slipped it over her shoulders, leaving it gapped open in the front.

"Like this?"

"ooohhhhhyeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ..." Ian reached down to his crotch and massaged his growing erection. 

Aurora positioned herself in front of Ian, and Ian rolled the chair up under the desk and lowered it so that his face was just at the level of her pussy. She placed her feet on the arms of the chair, and he ran his hands up her thighs, pushing them apart and exposing her pussy to his lustful stare.

"Ohhh, god, Ian! Your hands are wonderful when they touch me!! Ooohhhyyeessssss..." Her moans filled his head as her aroma filled his nostrils. The aroma of aroused woman. The aroma of pussy juice and sex and wanton lust.

Ian dipped his head forward and his tongue into her slit.

"Ohhhmmmyyygggooodddyyyeesssss..." Aurora cried. It had been so long since someone had feasted on her flesh. She could have any man she wanted inside those clinic walls, and yet she chose to remain almost celibate. She chose her partners carefully. And at this moment, she knew she'd made the perfect choice of partner to help her end her hiatus.

"You are so good, Ian. Suck my clit, baby. Bring me to the brink. I want you to get me so wet, then I'm gonna suck you and get you all hard ... ooohhhhh ... then you're gonna fuck mmmeeeee....."

Her words trailed off into a series of mewls and groans as Ian worked his magic on her pussy. She couldn't remember a time when her pussy had been eaten in such a wonderful manner, and just as she was about to peak, she pushed Ian away.

"Not yet, lover. I want you to be buried deep inside me when I cum for the first time..."

Aurora leaned down and took Ian's wet face in her hands, pulling him to her. She kissed his lips and sucked her nectar from his flesh as her hands traveled down to untie his scrub bottoms. His hard cock poked out, tenting the material, and when she finally got the strings untied, the pants fell off his asscheeks, but caught on his impressive erection.

"Oh, my, my, my. What have we here?" She reached out and untangled the fabric, allowing the pants to fall to the floor in a puddle at Ian's feet. With practiced ease, he stepped out of them and flicked them out of the way. 

Dr. Pritchett, the object of every male in the complex's fantasies, then stood and removed the remainder of her clothing, and dropped to her knees in front of Ian. She took his heavy balls into her hand and rolled them gently. "I'm sure these are full. You haven't been with your breeding partner today, have you? You still smell so clean ..." She buried her nose in his pubic hair and inhaled deeply, smelling for the remains of another woman. "No, you smell perfectly ... innocent." She giggled at her own joke.

Ian watched this beautiful, powerful woman caress his cock, and he felt the warm wetness of her mouth as she engulfed the head. His groans told her that what she was doing felt good, and he reached down to caress her hair.

"ooooohhhyyyessss, that's the way! Just like that, Di .." The words caught in his throat, but not soon enough to keep them from being heard by Aurora.

"Oh. So you're still seeing that little breeding whore in your mind, are you? Has she sucked your cock, Ian? Has she gotten to you??"

"No, ma'am. You are doing a great job. Please ... please let me cum ..."

" I think I will have this little Dinah woman transferred to Damian. He will do her justice and make sure her pregnancy goes on schedule."

Ian stood, naked from the waist down, but he felt more vulnerable right then than ever before. 

"As for YOU, I think I want you on your knees over The Stool"

"The Stool" was a low contraption that one had to be on their knees and flat chested upon it. It resembled a large, old ottoman, covered in leather, with holes around the sides, the insides of which were built much like a female pussy. The object was for the male to put his cock into the hole and fuck it while he is being fucked in the ass by whomever the other player in this game happened to be. This time, the inflictor seemed to be Dr. Pritchett. 

Ian didn't hesitate much when ordered onto The Stool. He had heard rumors that despite her beauty, brains and control, Dr. Aurora Pritchett had a mean streak and he wasn't anxious to see it. 

"Put your cock into the hole, Ian, and don't you dare cum until I tell you to. Do you understand??"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Then we can get started..." Aurora locked Ian's wrists to the other side of the stool, and began to play with his balls. Her hands felt different: what he didn't know was that she had taken the time to put on silk gloves. She knew that the feel of the silk against his warm skin would bring him to the brink very quickly. 

Her hunch was right: Ian began to move his hips, fucking the hole in The Stool with slow, even punches of his cock. 

"That's a good boy. Does that feel good? Wouldn't you like to cum?"

"Yes, Ma'ammmmmmmmmAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Aurora clinched his ball sack just above his balls and squeezed mightily. All the cum that would've been rushing to the tip of his cock right now retreated back, boiling in its distended container. 

"Not yet, lover. We still have a ways to go. I get to cum first, you know"

He looked up to see her strapping on a dildo and grabbing a tube of lube. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't terribly thrilled about it. It was a known fact that he always came when he was fucked in the ass, but it just wasn't his favorite way to do so. 

"Just relax, lover. You and I are going to have a good time ..."

She turned around and the cock that protruded from her harness made Ian gasp with fear. It was 8" long and 2" across, with a realistic head, distended veins and massive balls that dangled beneath. Aurora stroked it just like she had seen so many men do to their own so many times. 

"mmmmmmm ... you look a bit nervous at my 'addition'. Don't worry, love, I'll be gentle ..."

He felt the cold lube hit his asshole and her well-manicured finger begin to massage the lube into his perineum and his hole. His cock throbbed inside The Stool's chamber and Ian began to think of puppies and kitties and his grandmother – anything to keep his rising lust under control.

Ian felt the touch of silicone against his asshole. He concentrated and tried to push out, feeling the head breaching his sphincter muscle. 

"AAAGGGEEEE ... BE CAREFULLLLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHH"

"Take it. You can take it. Just relax your asshole"

She continued to bear down against his rejecting body, finally gaining entrance to his bowels. With another squirt of lube, she carefully began to hump his ass, making him take more and more of the plastic phallus until it was completely sheathed in his rectum. She could feel his body fighting the intrusion as well as beginning to feel twinges of pleasure. His hips began to involuntarily sway, and he was getting very close to cumming.

As if she could read his mind, Aurora announced, "Don't you DARE cum! You wait for me. I will tell you when you may let go!!"

"Yes, MA'AM!" Ian said through gritted teeth. The plastic cock rushed in and out of his body, bouncing over his prostate with every thrust. Ian began to grip the front of The Stool, trying to keep as still as possible so his aching, throbbing cock and balls didn't shoot before he was allowed to.

"Oooohhhh, yes. That's a good boy. Submit to my fucking. Mmmmmm...sooo hooottttt!!" 

He could feel her thrusting becoming erratic and prayed it was because she was getting close to cumming. All at once, she jammed the entire length of the hard plastic up Ian's ass and slumped over. He could feel her body tremble as she ground the balls against his own, the head of the dildo pushed against his prostate.

"OOOHHHMMMMYYYGGGGOOODDDIIIMMMCCUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Aurora's strangled cry rang in Ian's ear as she came against his ass. That sent him over the edge and in a blinding flash; his own orgasm was upon him.

"JJJEEESSUUUSS!! I'm cummminggggggggggggahhhhhhhhggggggg!" Streams and streams of his cum filled the opening in The Stool then ran over, coating his pubic hair and the front of his legs with sticky fluid. 

When she recovered her breath, Dr. Pritchett said, "I thought I told you not to cum until I told you to." She unceremoniously removed the dildo from Ian's ass, eliciting a loud grunt from him as it exited his body. "I guess now we're going to have to do this another way."

She went to her desk and removed a syringe filled with the concoction that Ian usually used to produce more sperm when he's in breeding mode. She jammed the needle into Ian's scrotum and depressed the plunger, watching as his cock immediately went hard again and his balls became engorged.

"Now, I am going to untie you and you will fuck me until you cum. I want to be pregnant and I want you to breed me."

Ian groaned at both the ache in his balls and the task at hand. He was now so turned on, though, that the implication of what he was about to do didn't even cross his mind. The moment that Aurora released his hands from The Stool, Ian was upon her. With the drug on board he was merely a rutting, horny animal looking for a warm body to satisfy the lust in his loins. 

He threw Aurora onto The Stool on her back, grabbing and forcing her legs wide apart. 

"You wanna be bred, do ya?!? Well, get ready, coz this engine is all about that. I'm going to fuck you until you see stars!" 

Aurora arched and screamed as Ian plunged his cock into her rather unceremoniously. She arched and screamed with ever orgasm Ian rung from her body. For what seemed like hours, Ian fucked her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

Aurora thought she felt his cock swell. Ian gripped her tits hard and rolled her bullet-sized nipples in his beefy fingers. 

"I'm going to cum, Doc. You better cum with me so this baby is a sure thing ..."

Ian leaned over and bit her nipple gently and that's all it took.

"oohhhh, iiaannnnnyesssssss!!! I'm cummmminnnnggggggg!!"

Her pussy spasmed around his cock and that sent the pent up cum into her chamber, salvo after salvo hitting her cervix in perfectly timed rhythm; a rhythm that Ian had been practicing for years. He looked down, and realized that Dr. Pritchett had passed out. He smiled to himself then looked at the time. It was time for Dinah's treatments and he didn't have time to go shower before seeing her.

The grim realization of what he had done, what he had requested from the doctor, was slowly sinking in. He wasn't sure he could give Dinah over to Damian, but it looked as if he would have no choice. He pulled his softening cock from Aurora's body and watched the copious amount of fluids escape. He did nothing to try to keep them inside. He didn't care if he bred her – he only wanted Dinah. And now, he was afraid he had just made that little need impossible to fulfill.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 06



Ian peered into Dinah's breeding cell and watched her sleep. The baby inside her was big enough now that she had to sleep on her side with a pillow between her knees to keep her hips aligned. He watched as she slept fitfully, the baby's movements now very perceptible within her. He hated to wake her, but this may be the final session he has with her, so he chose to quietly enter the room.

Ian began readying the tray full of the necessary shots and pills for this hour of the day. The tinny clanking of the syringes against the tray must have woke Dinah, for he heard her sigh and roll over. He turned and gazed into her sleep-softened face.

"Hey," Ian said quietly to her, "you need to wake up. It's time for your medications and our session."

"Where have you been all morning? Did your meeting go well?" 

Dinah's voice was still muzzy from slumber, and she rubbed her eyes sensuously, knocking the covers from her swollen tits. Ian noticed the areolas were dark and the nipples stood at high attention. His mouth watered as he thought of sucking them dry.

He drew up the medications in various syringes and she got on all fours, baring her ass for him to give her the vitamin and stimulant injections. She had begun to crave the sting of the shots – knowing that soon after, a peaceful warmth would spread and she would get hornier than she was at that very moment. 

"mmmmmmmmmmm" The medication did it's work, and Dinah turned over on the bed, her protruding belly now bearing stretch marks and a distorted belly button was rivaled only by those magnificent tits and swollen, leaking pussy. She raised her arms and beckoned Ian to join her.

"Come here and let me suck your cock. I am so horny and I crave feeling you in my mouth ..."

Ian stepped close to her and allowed her to loosen the ties to his scrub pants. They fell away from him just as he leaned forward, his cock dangling near her mouth. That is when the scent hit her: the scent of another woman. If anyone can smell someone else's scent on a man, it's a pregnant woman. 

Dinah backed off, pushing at Ian's hips. 

"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to suck my cock?" 

"I did until I smelled 'her' on you. Who was she? Was she good? Was she better than ME?" 

Tears welled in the hormonal woman's eyes. Ian was torn between telling Dinah the whole truth of his love for her, and telling her that the sex with this other woman was 'just business and meant nothing'. He didn't know where to begin. It was then that Damian arrived at Dinah's door.

"Hello? Uh ... I'm Damian. I suppose that Ian has told you why I'm ...:" Just then, Damian looked down and realized that Dinah was completely nude and Ian was nude from the waist down. "... oh, sorry. I guess I should come back later?"

Ian rose and pulled up his scrub pants. "No ... no. I was just about to tell Dinah of the changes in plans. Dinah, Damian here will take over your care from now on. I have to go away for a while ..."

Panic rose in Dinah. She had always held the fantasy that Ian was falling in love with her and that somehow she would be able to keep this baby and this nightmare would be over. She fantasized about a family and a little house in the country. But those fantasies came crashing down as Damian entered the room. There was a palpable tension from Ian as well, much like one observes when watching a documentary on the territorial nature of lions. 

Damian finally spoke: "I can see you've given Dinah her medications. I'm sure she's ready for her treatment, so why don't you administer it this one last time and I will go to the office and work on some paperwork. Dinah, I will be back later and we can get better acquainted." 

"Thank you," Dinah said quietly, her eyes cast downward in fear that these men would see her heart breaking. Her lower lip trembled and she fought back the hot, stinging tears that danced in the corners of her eyes.

Damian retreated from the room, and Ian rushed over to Dinah, gathering her in his strong arms. Feeling the warmth of his body next to her, she buried her face in his chest and cried in big, heaving sobs.

"WWhhyyyyy??" It was the only word she could muster. It was the only word that echoed through her very soul.

"I can't do this anymore, Dinah," Ian whispered softly. "I can't watch the baby grow inside you and fall more and more in love with you every day, knowing that this is my JOB. This is my livelihood. This is not supposed to hurt anyone, but this time it does. It is hurting us both."

He rocked Dinah as she sobbed against his chest, her tears wetting his scrub top as he continued to talk softly to her: "All my life, I've been told that I was worthless. That I would never amount to anything, never get a job worth any money ... all the things that parents say in anger at their own lives. I found this place and I found my calling: making babies and taking care of women while they have them. And I've been good at it up to now, because I can – or I could – separate this from love. I've made good money. I've made good, strong babies that have made many childless couples happy. And it was easy because I didn't want to be tied down. I had no desire to have what we were giving to all those childless couples out there. But then you came here, Dinah, and there was just something about you. There have been hundreds of innocents before you – I've popped a lot of cherries, I've sewed a lot of seed, I've helped to bring a lot of babies into this world. Up to this point, this has worked well for me. But then you came a long and I ... I ... well, frankly, I was undone from the second that I saw you."

Dinah turned her face up to Ian, her cheeks wet with tears. "I can't be with anyone else, Ian. I don't want anyone else's ...y'know ... cock ... inside me. I don't want anyone else to deliver our baby ..."

"That's just IT, Dinah. You can't think of this as 'our' baby. It's not 'our' baby. It's the clinic's baby. I admit that lately I've had those same kinds of fantasies, too, but this is a BUSINESS. So, I think it's best for us both that I turn you over to Damian."

Ian pulled Dinah closer and kissed her. He kissed her hard, like a soldier kisses his girl before leaving for a fate unknown. He kissed her with all the longing and heartbreak he had built in his soul. 

When the kiss finally broke, they were both breathless. "Make love to me, Ian," Dinah said quietly, not daring to look into his eyes, "even if it might be for the last time." 

Ian touched her bare shoulder. As if for the first time, he felt how soft her skin was. He ran his hands through her silky hair. He took her face in his hands and kissed it tenderly. He kissed her forehead, her eyelashes, her nose. He kissed her mouth again – softly at first, but with growing passion. He snaked his tongue inside and it danced with hers. He felt her sigh into his own breath and he was almost overcome. 

Dinah's hand found Ian's, and she placed it on her now-pendulous tit. He flicked his finger over the nipple and made it stand erect. A small drop of milk leaked from her and he spread it around the nipple, making it sticky. Then he lowered his head to it and sucked, getting a mouthful of her mother's milk.

Dinah held the back of Ian's head, groaning, "oooohhhyyeessssssssssss" as he nursed from first one tit then the other. The baby inside her squirmed and Ian put his hand against her belly, feeling the new life kicking and wiggling inside her.

Ian guided Dinah to lie back on the bed, and he took her legs and spread them, kissing her belly as he did so. He kissed along her pelvis where the baby now pushed and kicked at its confines. He dipped his fingers into her dripping pussy and brought some of her juice out, sucking it from his fingers as she watched. Again, he dipped inside, finding her g-spot and rubbing it carefully.

"ooohgggoooodddd!! DON'T STOP!!!!" Dinah arched in an orgasm, her entire being engulfed in pleasure. Ian watched as a fine sheen of sweat began to form on her, her skin glistened in the harsh light of the breeding cell. He lowered his head and took her clit into his mouth and began to nurse on it as he had her nipples.

The ripples of sensation were driving Dinah to new heights. She rolled and moaned and thrashed as Ian drank from her pussy. His fingers filled her perfectly, finding all the right spots to stroke while his hot mouth suckled and nibbled along her sensitive lips and clit. 

"IIII'MMMMMMMCCCCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!" Ian clamped his mouth over her pussy opening and was rewarded with a mouthful of sweet nectar from her. He rose up and kissed her, sharing the gift with her. She then licked his face clean of her juices.

Ian stood and Dinah saw how hard he was. "What is most comfortable for you now?" he asked her, worried about the position and the baby. 

"Spoon me. I want to feel your body against me"

Ian took off his clothes and got into the bed with her, spooning up against her back. He took her top leg in his strong arm and then positioned himself between her legs, pushing is hard cock fully into her. They both groaned at the tightness and heat: everything always felt different inside during a pregnancy. Ian kissed Dinah's sweaty neck as he sawed his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Play with your clit, baby," he whispered to her. "Make yourself cum on my cock."

Dinah reached down and began to strum her clit and it wasn't long before Ian felt her muscles contract around him. He loved that feeling, and held himself for a moment to feel the concentric pulses of her as she came. He knew he was going to cum soon, but he wanted it to last. Once he was satisfied that her orgasm had passed, he began to slowly pump again and once again he heard her yelp and felt her stiffen against him. 

Dinah lost count of the number of orgasms that Ian had brought her through. 

"I need to cum now, Di," he whispered low in her ear. "I can't hold back anymore. You feel so goooooodddd..." 

She felt him pump harder into her and then hold, and the felt the familiar expanding of his cock head as it belched cum inside her. The warmth spread through her pelvis and even the baby was stilled for a bit by it. Ian held his softening cock inside her pussy as he felt their juices run down his thigh. He wrapped is arm around Dinah and they lay there together for a while until she drifted off to sleep. 

Being careful not to wake Dinah, Ian untangled himself from her, and then rose and got dressed just as Damian was returning. Ian shushed Damian and pointed to the hallway so they could talk.

"Did you get done?" Damian asked, staring at Ian with a sort of cold amusement.

"Yeah. I think she'll be okay with you. You better treat her well, Damian – it's her first baby and you know how that can go."

"Don't worry, buddy." Damian chuckled, "I'll make sure she's taken care of."

Little did Ian know, but he had just left Dinah in the care of disaster. 



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 07



Ian's heart was breaking with every step he took away from the breeding cell. Something deep in his gut told him that this was the wrong decision, but all the negative voices in his head told him that had he stayed, he would've messed up his future here at the clinic.

He wasn't watching when he bumped solidly into Dr. Pritchett. 

"So, did you let the little bitch go?" 

Ian eyed her sharply. He had never known her to be anything more than empathetic to the breeding partners here, but this time, there was something that brought out the coldness in her. 

"You know, Ian. I have wanted you for a long time. I think you're perfect to father my own children, and I think you've made a wise choice to do so. I will see to it that you are handsomely rewarded ..." She ran a manicured nail down his chin, which sent shivers down his spine. 

"Would you like to come and fuck me now? Get that little cow off your mind?"

For the first time in his entire life, Ian refused. "No, I'm really not feeling all that well, Ma'am. Sorry. Perhaps you can schedule some time tomorrow for me. I need to go to my apartment and rest." 

"FINE!" Dr. Pritchett turned in a huff, her sharp heels making clicking sounds up the sterile tile corridor. Ian watched her hips sway as she stomped off, knowing by her gait that she was pissed and he would probably pay for that the next time they were together. But it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't even care. He didn't care if he were fired. He didn't care if he never saw this God-forsaken place again. He just wanted Dinah and that baby, and he needed time to think of a way he could have everything he wanted.  

Back in the breeding cell, Damian watched Dinah sleep. He was planning a delicious introductory session with her, and he was getting so hard just thinking about it. He knew he had to break the bond that she had with Ian, and Damian knew he had to do it in the most permanent way possible. 

Dinah stirred on the bed. 

"Ian?" Dinah wiped her eyes and turned to the man sitting in the lounge chair next to the bed. 

"No. Not Ian. Damian. I'm glad you're finally awake, Dinah. We have some work to do." 

"No! I don't want you to ..." but Damian had already gotten the medications ready, and in a flash he was over her, giving her the injection. 

"There, there, little girl. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm gonna make sure you forget that ol' Ian ever existed. Wait 'til you get a taste of MY babymaker!" 

He grabbed her hand and put it over his cock. It was noticeably larger than Ian's. Damian forced her hand to stroke him, even as she lay there with tears running from her eyes. 

"Yeah! You like the feel of that, don't you, little girl? You want to feel this hammering away in your pussy?" 

His crude language and rough style made Dinah cringe. She pulled her hand away and covered her huge tits, trying hard not to cry in front of this cruel man. 

"You're right. I bet the tit pump will get you going .." and with that, he stepped away, pulling the pump to the bed. He hooked it up, but instead of putting it on a gentle speed, he put it on the highest setting. This pulled poor Dinah's tits into cone shapes, her nipples were pulled out to two inches in length. The milk was being forced from her tits so rapidly that she was thrashing and screaming.

"MAKE IT STOP!! IT'S TOO HARD!! AAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

"Sssshhhhhh ... just let it milk you. Feel the suction. Feel it massage those nipples. Let your medications work and you're pussy will get all wet from all this ..."

Damian watched her tits turn red, then almost a blue. He was pulling hickey-like bruises with the machine and he didn't even care. When he finally flipped off the switch, Dinah's body slumped down in exhaustion.

"Now, I bet you're ready for a REAL man to fuck you!"

"You will NEVER be a REAL MAN! You're a coward and a bully and a..."

Dinah's voice was cut short by Damian's hand to the side of her face. 

"Don't you ever talk back to me, little girl. I'm here to make sure that kid inside you gets out of there in one piece, but not to baby you. Do you know why Ian ran from you? He ran because he wanted to make a baby with Dr. Pritchett. Yes, Dr. Pritchett. He's probably up there fucking her right now, putting a baby in her belly. He traded up, you see, and left your sorry ass for ME to take care of! But you know what? I'm gonna have fun with you, and then I'm gonna get paid a lot of money ..."

Dinah rubbed the sting on the side of her face and sobbed as she heard what Damian had to say. Could it be possible that Ian would trade her to Damian so he could fuck the boss? Could it be possible that Ian was in love with Dr. Pritchett and not her? 

SMACK!

Another stinging blow, this time to Dinah's thigh.

"I said, pay attention!! I want you to pay attention to what I'm doing to you."

Dinah fixed her eyes on her new Breeder, and she hated him. 

"Roll over, Dinah. Let me see your asshole."

Dinah assumed the position on all fours, her ass in the air. Damian took some lube and plunged his finger into her delicate opening, scratching and tearing at her flesh as he finger fucked her.

"OOWWWWW!" Dinah whined, "YOU'RE HURTING ME! STTOOOPPPP!!!" 

"Oh, shut up. This might hurt you, but it's gonna be heaven for me." She felt him shift on the bed and felt the huge head of his cock at her opening. "You need my sperm inside you. You need to stop thinking about Ian and start thinking about pleasuring ME."

That last emphatic word brought Damian's cock pushing through Dinah's sphincter muscle and into her ass, not stopping until it was sheathed balls-deep in her colon.

"OOOHHDDDEEAARRGGGOOODDSSSTTOOOPPPPP!" 

Dinah's piteous cries could be heard all over the clinic as Damian held his rock hard cock in her ass. 

"That's right, little girl," he hissed into her ear, "cry out. Scream. It only makes me harder and makes your ass tighten up nicely on my cock. You are so tight and hot anyway ... I bet ol' Ian didn't take you much back here. Ahhh but I will. Now MOVE YOUR ASS!" 

He began to slap her hard on each asscheek, making her move her ass back and forth around his raging cock. He roughly shoved and pulled and shoved, each movement brought a new, painful groan from Dinah's lips. Her tits were sore from the milking and they hung down under her now, swaying painfully with each of Damian's banging thrusts. 

"Oh, God, little girl ... but your ass is so fine!! It's milking my cock so gooodddddd ... mmmmmmmm ... yeeeaaahhhhh ... squeeze me, baby ... make me drop this huge load in your asshole ...."

Damian continued to pound away at Dinah, making the baby shift painfully in her belly as his cock plundered her ass. At long last, she felt his cock swell to impossible size and then throb as he groaned and humiliated her. When he dismounted, Dinah fell over in a heap, drawing her legs up in a fetal position. It was then that she wept.

As Damian pulled up his scrub pants, he noticed her tears. "Hey, little girl, don't cry. There will be other times when you get yours. Maybe. Just remember how your precious Ian traded you for upper management. And remember it's ol' Damian here that's gonna make sure you're well serviced."

'I am in hell,' thought Dinah. 'I miss Ian's gentle touch so much. I don't want this. I don't want to be here. To hell with the money ... I want my baby and I want Ian. But how?!?' Finally, merciful sleep overtook Dinah.

Across the clinic's campus, Ian lay on his single sized bed in his apartment bedroom. The apartment was tiny and sparse since most of his waking hours were spent in a breeding cell somewhere, he didn't need many creature comforts: just a bed, a shower, and his small television. But he could find no solace in the mindless banter over the airwaves. All he could think of was his gut feeling that Dinah was in trouble and that Damian was not someone who should be trusted.

'What have I done?!' Ian continued to ask himself. 'I think I love this woman, and yet I just know I sold her soul to the Devil himself, just to make myself comfortable.'

Ian rose and began to walk. Walking seemed to clear his mind. He often walked to the nursery and saw the newest arrivals. Each pink or brown bundle was swaddled tightly, their tiny faces often screwed up with a shrill of irritation over being so abruptly taken from their dark, warm home. But each was so beautiful and unique. He had never noticed that before. 

"See something you like?" 

It was Dr. Pritchett. He felt her almost against him, her perfume wrapping around him in an intoxicating cocoon. 

"I ... uh ... was just looking. Wondering where they are all going."

"I see. Would you like to have one of your own?"

Ian swallowed hard. His mind screamed 'YES', but he knew better than to answer right away. He watched as each baby's diaper was changed and it was re-swaddled for the night. He felt Aurora's long, manicured finger trace the hairline along the back of his neck, and he shivered.

"Well, lover, do you want one of your own? Do you want come up to my penthouse and we can work on that?" she whispered against his neck, her breath ruffling the fine hairs. 

Her lips brushed his skin so softly as almost to be imperceptible: imperceptible, except for the slight stiffening of his cock. He could feel the heat of her body, although nothing was touching him but her lips. His mind remembered how she felt, how she smelled, and his body reacted just as it had millions of times when confronted with a beautiful creature to fuck and impregnate. But his heart ... oh, his heart kept reminding him of Dinah. And he ached.

"I'm really tired, Dr. Pritchett. I appreciate the offer, but I think I will go back to my room ..."

He felt her stiffen. Aurora Pritchett was not used to being denied. She had been the receptacle for semen for a lot of years, but was always desired. Without a word, but with a definite air of indignation, she turned from him and stomped away. Ian had no doubt that he would somehow be punished for turning her down twice in one day and he didn't even care. Right now, getting himself and Dinah out of that clinic was foremost on his mind, and he didn't want anyone or anything clouding those thoughts.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 08



"Get your lazy ass up, Dinah!"

Dinah set straight up as Damian came bursting into the breeding cell with the customary tray of medications.

"It's time, missy. Now, assume the position .."

Dinah turned her ass to face him, her swollen tits hanging pendulously and her belly rolling full with baby beneath her.  Damian administered the shots, then smacked her hard on her upturned ass.

SMACK!

"There's a good girl. You ARE a good girl, aren't you, Dinah??"

Fearing reprisal for anything other than an affirmative answer, Dinah whispered, "Yes, Damian, sir. I am a good girl."

"And good girls get wet for their Breeders, don't they, Dinah?"

"Yes, sir"

"Are you wet, Dinah? Is that pussy of yours leaking for my attentions today?"

Dinah knew she was in trouble now.  She had learned in these weeks of dealing with this animal that the littlest thing would set him off.  He was so cruel, and from the moment that she hears Damian's voice, her pussy becomes as dry as the Sahara Desert.  Even the shots for pleasure enhancement were not working quite as they always did with Ian. But then again, she'd never felt anything like what she felt with Ian.

"No answer for me, Princess? Okay, then I will find out for myself ..."

Damian's hand snaked between her thighs. Dinah couldn't help but tense up – his touch made her nauseous.  The moment he touched her pussy, her eyes met his and she saw the anger boiling up.

"YOU ARE NOT WET AT ALL!" Damian screamed at her. "AFTER THIS LONG, YOU SHOULD'VE LEARNED THAT YOU WILL SUBMIT TO ME AND BE READY WHEN I AM READY!"

Dinah instinctively wrapped her arms around her middle and pulled her knees up to protect her baby. She knew what was coming – it had come many times before. Damian swung and caught Dinah's face with his huge hand – there wasn't enough of her to protect that and the baby. She felt her eye swelling and a trickle of blood from her mouth, but even more frightening was the wild-eyed look of Damian as he balled up his fist. He struck her over and over again, careful to avoid hitting her stomach, but making sure that there was not another muscle anywhere that did not hurt. Her scream could be heard throughout the hallway.

In a flash, it was over.  She laid there, pain coursing through her body, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Now, will you submit?"

"Do what you will with me, you bastard. But my body will NEVER be yours!"

Damian scowled. "Then I will have MY fun, and you can suffer."

He closed the blinds on the breeding cell windows, locked the doors, and turned off the monitors.  His deliberate motions and stony face scared Dinah to death. She had no idea what was in store for her for the next few hours, but she was certain it would involved a lot of screaming. She was right.

When Damian finally opened the blinds and turned to monitors back on, Dinah lay in a heap on her bed. Her abused body trembled as cum ran in rivulets from her bloody asshole and pussy, her tits and ass were a mass of bruises, her lips were swollen and bloody and she even sported a black eye.  

Damian, however, was smiling. He had never had anyone resist like she did. He had never had an asshole clench so tightly or a pussy that reacted to his signature brand of abuse in quite such a manner. He was sure she had cum, but she had hated every second of it.  He had given himself four injections of semen enhancers, which mean she had been well-filled. He was going to enjoy breaking this one, and he was sure that given time, he could make her crave him as much as she craved Ian. 

No one ever knew for sure what happened to Dinah in the breeding cell that day. She never spoke of it, even when the doctors asked about the bruising and tearing.  But it was clear that something inside her broke. Her eyes lost their fire and her laugh its spark. 

A few days later, Ian had gone to the clinic courtyard to enjoy the warm Spring day when he caught a glimpse of Dinah. She was very pregnant now, and he noticed how she was getting that "pregnant woman" wobble when she walked. 'Her ass is still perfect, though,' he thought to himself. 

"Hi, Dinah!"  He waved, and she looked in his direction.  

Moving closer, he noticed something about her. Something odd. By the time he actually reached her, he realized she had a black eye. He reached to touch her arm and she flinched away.

"Hey ... hey, easy, Dinah. It's just me. It's Ian."

"I know who you are," she said, emotions rolling up from her depths like a thunderstorm. Finally, she was just staring right through him. "Just don't touch me. Don't EVER touch meeee... Damian said you traded me in for your boss.  YOU BASTARD!" She began to cry.

Ian reached slowly for her arm, noticing the bruising. He reached again for her face, but she flinched away like a dog that's been hit far too many times. 

"Shhhhh ... shhhh ...it's okay ... just let me look ..."  The longer he looked, the more he saw and the angrier he got.  "What have they done to you, sweetie?!" he whispered to her. "What have I done?!" 

She began to wriggle to try to free herself from his grasp, but she was far too weak to do so. Ian's touch still sapped all the strength from her. Her heart was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

"Please let me go, Ian. Go back to your boss's bed. Go back to your new life. This is what you thought I deserved for loving you, so go back to her and have your laugh. I only have to endure this for another few weeks then I will be free."

Dinah pulled her wrist free of his warm, gentle hands.  She looked into Ian's eyes and he saw all the hurt he had caused. He saw how her soul was broken, and his heart broke knowing he was the cause. 

"Dinah, please don't go. Let me help you."

"How can you?!  You walked away when I needed you. You left me with that ... with that MONSTER!  You left me and our baby in the care of ... that ..."  She couldn't even finish the sentence.  Tears streamed down her bruised face, and suddenly her legs buckled under her. 

"HELP!" Ian screamed to anyone within earshot as he caught Dinah before she hit the ground hard. 

Orderlies rushed to where Ian held her, helping him lift her and put her on a gurney. They raced to the hospital wing, Ian running along side Dinah. 

When they got to the exam suite and removed Dinah's clothes, Ian's legs also went weak. She was covered with bruises, burn marks, small marks that looked like pinpricks. It appeared that she was dehydrated and wasn't well nourished.  Before the attending doctor could finish his exam, Ian excused himself and ran for the elevator.

The elevator opened into Dr. Pritchett's private suite. Ian stormed into the foyer just as Aurora came wafting through in a peignoir, with two drinks in her hands. Ian glanced to his left to see Damian sitting on her couch, leg crossed over the other and one arm casually slung over its back. 

"OH! Ian! Did we have an appointment?"

Ian took a deep breath because at that given moment, it was all he could do to keep from breaking both of their necks.  

"I just came from the hospital suite. They have admitted Dinah. I was with her when she collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition ..." Ian shot a venomous glance at Damian, " ... but what disturbed me most was what I saw when they removed her clothing."

Dr. Pritchett handed one of the drinks in her hand to Damian. "And what was that, exactly?" 

"She was covered with wounds and bruises. God only knows what her insides were like. I thought we had a deal that she would be taken care of!" 

Aurora's eyes narrowed.  "Oh, but my naïve boy, we had a deal that she would be handled by someone else. The method of handling was left to her new Breeder." She gestured to Damian. "I left Damian in charge and told him only that the baby was not to be harmed."

Ian crossed the room in three steps, and slapped Dr. Pritchett. Hard. Damian rose, but Ian shot him a look that said 'I don't think you want a piece of this', so he sat down again, watching the proceedings.

"You will regret that, Ian!  You no longer have a place in this clinic."  Her voice was low and menacing. "And as for your little whore, she will suffer more than she ever has!"

Ian began to laugh. "You think you have it all figured out. Well, who's the stupid cow now, Aurora?? All these many weeks, I have been sending information to a third party so that if you threaten me, all your records go to the authorities. As best I can tell, baby brokering is still illegal ... is it not?  And I don't really figure that this place runs on the up-and-up where taxes are concerned because then there would be too many questions. What is it listed as: a non-profit organization?" 

Aurora's face went white. Ian was right: the clinic operated on a thin line, saying all these women were unwed mothers that WANTED to give their children up for adoption. More like a "charity" than anything.  If the government got wind that they were actually capturing, drugging, and paying these women and/or their families for their babies, the powers that be would be spending a lot of time in jail – or worse – losing their lives.

Ian then turned, and in one motion, balled his fist and slammed it into Damian's face, which exploded in a spray of blood and flesh.  Damian slumped to the floor, knocked out cold. With supreme restraint, instead of pounding on Damian until he could no longer be recognized, Ian instead turned and headed back for the elevator – back down to Dinah. She needed him far too badly right now.

As Ian reached the hospital suite, he was met by a nurse who took him aside. 

"Dinah has gone into premature labor. We can't stop it, so we have to deliver her here rather than in her breeding cell. She is far enough along that she should be fine."

"What about my baby?" Ian didn't even realize what he'd said.

The nurse hesitated for a moment. "The baby is under stress. Whatever happened to her in the past few weeks, it's taken a toll. If you want to deliver her, you need to get gowned up. C'mon, Ian, we have to hurry!"

The nurse grabbed him by the arm and rushed him to a gowning chamber next to the birthing suite. When Ian finally was allowed to enter, he was surprised at how sterile it seemed in there. No quiet music, no soft lighting like he usually liked when he helped deliver a baby. Garish lighting, lots of stainless steel and tubing and monitors. Lots of draping.  Dinah's face stuck out of the draping, her sleepy eyes blinking lazily as the monitors indicated she was having another contraction. 

"Hey." Ian leaned over her and kissed her forehead. "Sorry I'm late."

Her brow furrowed up and her eyes squeezed shut as the contraction seized her.  Counting out loud, Ian helped Dinah refocus through the worst of the pain. When the contraction finally released her body from its grip, she turned and looked Ian in the eyes for the first time.

"I don't think our baby's ready yet. I'm afraid, Ian." A tear leaked from her eye and trickled down the side of her face. Ian reached and wiped it away.

"I know. I know you're scared. But we've got to do this. Now I'm going to make you cum the next time a contraction comes ..."

He reached down and rubbed her tummy then further, touching her thigh with his electrically gentle touch. He found her pussy, the lips flowered open to his fingers and her juices ran warm. Ian began to tease her clit, making it peek from its hooded home.

"mmmmmmm" He heard her and looked, watching Dinah's face for the signs that a contraction was making its way up her nervous system. Ian continued to gently manipulate her pussy and clit, feeling her fluids run over his hand.

"It's coming, Ian ... it's coming!!" 

"And so shall you, my love ..." and with that, he plunged to fingers into her pussy, feeling for her G-spot while his thumb played with her clit. He put the other hand on her tummy, feeling it grow hard with the contraction. In a flash, she came and came hard on his fingers.

"OOODDDDEEAAARRGGGOOODDDDDDDD!" She screamed her release as she pushed against the baby. Ian felt her cervix open to its fullest, he touched something soft inside. The baby's head.

Suddenly, a monitor went crazy and doctors came from every opening in the room, hovering around Dinah's bed like hungry vultures.  Monitors began to scream again as did Dinah as yet another vicious contraction overtook her abused and neglected body.

"I'm sorry, Ian, but you're going to have to move. I need to take over"

Dinah gripped Ian's hand. "Don't leave me!!" she protested, but Ian was grasped by a gowned nurse and pulled out of the way.  Ian's hand slipped from Dinah's grip, and he watched as her eyes rolled back and she went limp.

"What's wrong ... wha..."

But Ian didn't get his answer, because in seconds, a nurse was escorting him from the suite. 

"You will have to wait here."

The double doors closed after him, and he stood helplessly watching the flurry of activity through the windows from his exiled vigil in the hallway.  He silently prayed for Dinah and his baby, but more importantly, he began to plot their escape.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 09



Ian paced. He could see little of what was going on in the delivery room, and he felt so helpless. His mind churned with thoughts of how to get himself, Dinah, and their baby out of this mess. He had only one solution, which he never thought he would have to resort to. Shaking his head, Ian pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number.

To many people, Jonas Sonheim was a son-of-a-bitch. To others, he was an angel. Jonas ran one of the largest corporations in the city, providing jobs in manufacturing, transportation, export – the list was long. He was also philanthropic, donating his money and time in a variety of ways.  Jonas found that in donating to legitimate charities in a big way, he could be a part of not-so-legitimate enterprises and be rather protected in doing so. Or so he thought.

Jonas loved being a part of something that not only skirted the boundaries of being legitimate, but also would make him lots of money.  And he really didn't care how the whole thing worked, or who got hurt in the process, as long as he was protected as an investor and he got a good return on his money. He had his sights set on being in the political game, yet still wanted to rake in the big bucks. His company afforded him a great umbrella for many different schemes, as long as he was careful not to get caught.  

When Jonas' cell phone rang, he was not pleased to hear the story being told from the other end. The color drained from his face as he listened to the voice.

"Mr. Sonheim, are you aware of the type of business that your name is very much tied to?" 

Jonas gulped a mouthful of stale air. His mouth went dry. 

"Who is this?!" 

"Never mind who this is for now. Suffice it to say that I have enough evidence to link you and your industry to major contributions to this Clinic.  I have a paper trail a mile long. Your money and your name are everywhere. Those whom you paid to protect you did a shitty job, Mr. Sonheim. If this Clinic does not allow certain people to leave its care, then everything will be exposed. Including you. You will be contacted with details of what is required to keep you and your investments safe and quiet."

The phone went dead. Jonas looked around his office. He saw the pictures on the wall of him with presidents and world leaders. He saw the photo of his beloved family. He knew his bid for public office would be ruined if his interests in this Clinic were exposed. 

A short time later, a second call came. The caller revealed details that only an insider would know. He outlined what it would take from Jonas to keep things quiet and to keep Jonas' name out of the scandal. When the call was finished, Jonas knew what he needed to do. He grabbed his coat and headed to his car. He had to see Aurora Pritchett.

Back at the clinic, Ian was sleeping in the lounge in the waiting room.

"Ian?"  The raven-haired young woman shook him gently. "Ian ... wake up ..."

Ian opened his eyes slowly. The room became clearer, as did the face of his friend, Ariel. She had been the attending nurse in the delivery room with Dinah.

"Wha ...? Ariel, what happened? Is everyone okay? Is Dinah okay? The baby ... what about the ba ...."

"Shhh." Ariel placed her hand against his mouth. "Everyone's fine, Ian. It was a close call, and Dinah lost a lot of blood, but she and the baby are strong.  She had a girl."

Ian's breath left him in a rush, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He slumped in the chair, allowing the news to sink in.

"Can I see her? Them?" He searched Ariel's face.

"I will have to sneak you back. Most of the staff is aware of what has happened with Dinah, Ian, and they're on your side.  But the guards – that's a different story. They're on Dr. Pritchett's payroll and they've been ordered to keep you away.  Let's go put you in some surgical scrubs. That will hide you a bit – your breeder scrubs give you away."

Ariel took Ian's hand and led him back to the prep area. She found him some green scrubs, a mask and a cap. She helped him gown and then took him to the surgical elevators, which were well away from the public ones.

Inside the elevator, Ariel spoke again: "Ian, the baby will be transferred to her new home in a week."  

"I know." He said, looking at the floor. "I'm going to have to do something before then. Somehow I have to get them out of here, without jeopardizing everyone's job ..."

"Don't worry so much about all of us, Ian. For a long time, I've wondered about the legitimacy of our 'work' here. I've wondered how corrupt things would get. Now I know, and I can't stand behind it any longer. I planned on getting out soon anyway. As have a lot of the people we know."

Ian looked at Ariel. Such a beautiful woman, with such a bright future. Why didn't he notice before?  He stepped over and took her into his arms in a long, warm hug. 

"You know, I've always cared about you, Ariel. You're a great friend and a great nurse. I'm sure you'll land on your feet somewhere." 

He kissed her. He kissed her for the good news she brought, he kissed her for her friendship. The kiss was long, and slow, and deep. When it was over, they both looked into each others' eyes, knowing it was also a kiss of goodbye.

The elevator doors slid open.  Ariel looked deep into Ian's eyes: "Go down this hall to the end, then to the right. Put your mask on, as there will be guards down there. Take this clipboard. It will make you look more legitimate. Room 5112. Go. Hurry!"

Ariel pushed him from the elevator and then allowed the doors to close between them. He was now on his own.

As Ian made his way to Dinah, Dr. Pritchett opened the door to her airy office to begin her day.

"Well, Aurora. So good of you to finally come in!"

She dropped her coffee mug on the floor as she was confronted with Jonas Sonheim sitting in her chair, his feet propped on her desk.

"How did yo.....?" Her question was stopped short by his cold stare.

"You have the worst security on the planet, Aurora. Or didn't you know that? Throw a bit of money at them, and they'd let the Devil himself through the gates."  He toyed with the gun in his hand.

"But ... uh .... Jonas ... what are you doing here? Why are you here?"

"I got a disturbing call today, Aurora. Told me some awful things about how you're holding Breeders and women against their will. Told me some awful things about the money situations here, too. Seems you've been dipping into the profits for your own use. In fact, I'd like for you to strip for me now so I can see what some of my money bought."

Aurora stood riveted in her spot. 

"I don't believe I stuttered, Aurora. Strip. Now. Or shall I introduce you to Smith ... and Wesson?" He brandished the gun again so that she could see it. 

Aurora swallowed hard and began to remove her clothing. 

"Slower. Make it good for me, bitch." Jonas flicked the switch to the stereo and a grinding jazz number filled the room.

Aurora quickly got the idea and began to sway to the music, removing her clothing in a provocative strip-tease.  Jonas stood and removed his jacket and tie, his eyes never leaving the voluptuous figure in front of him, grinding and swaying to the music. 


Once naked, Aurora stopped swaying and stood in the middle of the room. Jonas slid the gun into his belt and stepped over to her, running his hands along her soft skin. He stood behind her, against her, and whispered into her ear.

"I hear that I paid for these tits. Let me see how they feel ..." He cupped them in his hands and flicked the nipples, which immediately became hard.  "I see you didn't lose any of the sensation. Must have been an expensive job." 

His hand ran down to her ass and cupped her cheek, then he slid his fingers between. "I hear I paid to shape this up, too. Nice job. I bet my cock will feel great between them in a moment."  

His hand slid around front, down her now-flattened stomach. "Lipo did a body good, there, baby. I miss the baby fat, though. I hear you were paying that thug of yours extra to knock you up. What was his name? Was it Damian? Or Ian?"

"I ... I didn't pay them ... extra, Jonas.  I ... I ..."

"No need to lie to me, bitch." Jonas took a handful of her hair and drug her head so that her face turned up to him. "I know you traded Breeders. I know why. I know your thug beat one of the girls up pretty badly. Jeopardized not only her and the baby, but also our whole operation. Your greed has gotten the best of you, whore, and it's time you pay."

Aurora began to cry. She felt the gun against her warm skin. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered to her. He made her skin crawl, but yet, there she was, naked in his arms. And she knew what would come next.

"That's right, bitch. Cry. Scream. Do whatever you want to do, because I certainly am going to!" She felt him step away and heard the rustle of clothing. When Jonas pressed back against her, he was completely naked.

"Feel that, baby? It's a nice, hard cock. I'm gonna give you what you've been wanting from the young studs around here, so you can leave them alone. And then we're gonna talk about this sticky little situation you've drug me into. In fact, we're gonna talk about you going away for a very long while ..."  He rubbed the gun against Aurora's cheek.  "Oh ... and did I mention, you're gonna make this good for me, too. Or else."

Jonas grabbed Aurora by the hair and drug her around to the back of her desk. He sat in her chair and pulled Aurora to the ground between his legs. His disgusting cock lay like a semi-hard serpent between his legs, all red and oozing pre-cum. The sight of it nearly made Aurora vomit. 

"Suck it, bitch!"

Her manicured fingers wrapped around his cock and began to stroke it. Jonas leaned back in her chair, his fingers fumbled at the gun he still held.  Aurora leaned forward, her ruby-red lips parted and sucked the head inside. Jonas groaned at the feeling of warmth engulfing him.

"That's right, whore. Show me what these kids have been teaching you about cock sucking. Maybe if you're good enough, I'll let you live to carry my baby ..."

Tears streamed down her face as Aurora sucked at Jonas' cock. His cock was large: not as large as Damian's or Ian's, but impressive nonetheless. He was uncut, and she had to get past the tastes and smells of an uncut cock. Although Jonas gave the persona of being a very well-groomed man, his crotch was a sweaty mess. Aurora gagged at having to put her mouth on this vile man, but his hand in her hair and the gun in the other hand convinced her that it was in her best interest to continue, disgusted or not.

Her fingers wrapped around his giant balls. If she hadn't known better, she would've swore that he had been given some of the sperm-enhancing medication before he got to her office. She sucked hard at the crown of his cock, sliding her wet mouth down the shaft and taking his full 9" down her throat. 

"Ahhhhhhh ... you have learned well! Suck me, bitch. I want you to get me really close to cumming before I decide where I want to jamb my cock ..."

Aurora redoubled her efforts on his cock. She thought that if she pleased him, he would leave her in peace with nothing more than a load of sperm in her pussy. Maybe he would even try to please her in the process.

Gulping sounds could be heard over the soft jazz in the background. Occasionally, Jonas would sigh, but he was not a loud, demonstrative man. Normally, he preferred to let his body do the talking, but there was something about this bitch that made him want to tell her all the vile things he planned on doing to her. That time would come, but at this moment, he was hunching up into Aurora's mouth hard, trying to get his hard cock into her throat. 

"My god I'm fucking close ... get your mouth off me, bitch!" he pulled her up by the hair. "Lean over the desk, pull your asscheeks open, and get ready to take me ..."

He threw her across the desk and held her down in the small of her back. "Since you fancy giving your Breeders the go-ahead to force themselves on their charges no matter what the cost, I believe I'll give you sample of how that feelssssssss" 

He rammed his cock into her unlubricated ass. At that moment, Dr. Aurora Pritchett let out a howl. It was an unearthly sound; a sound made when someone's soul is being broken as well as their body. By the time that Jonas was completely sheathed to his huge balls in her now-bloody ass, Aurora's voice was non-existent.

"There we go, little girl.  Oh, that ass is so tight and hot! Feel me throb inside you? Yes, you do. Feel your blood lubing the way? Now it is time for me to really fuck you ..."

And fuck, he did. Her piteous moans and cries punctuated his thrusts. He continued to spew a litany of derogatory words at her as he broke her in both in body and spirit. He was enjoying the domination of this woman, a woman who normally dominates the men in her presence. 

"I want you to cum, slut. I want you to know you've been claimed by me, Jonas Sonheim. I want you to cum and then beg me to give you a baby!"

He continued to fuck her hard as his free hand snaked around her ample hips, finding her clit hard and throbbing.

"I think you're getting into being dominated, Aurora! Your clit begs for some attention and your pussy is leaking like a sieve!"

Aurora hung her head in shame. He was right, her body was betraying her. She remembered how it felt to be in a breeding cell of her own. She remembered the joy and the pain that her Breeder inflicted upon her, and even though she had promised herself that she would never again allow a man to dominate her in that way, here she was bent over her own desk taking a hard cock up her torn asshole. And to add insult to the humiliation, her body was responding with as much pleasure as it ever had.  

Jonas circled her wildly throbbing clit slowly with his finger, while pounding her ass with his cock. He felt her asshole clench and heard her strangled cry of release. Over and over again, her asshole throbbed, squeezing his hard cock.

"Yesssss, good girl! Cum for me! Cum hard, baby! Make your asshole milk my cock so I can spray you full of my cummmmmmmmmmm ..."

His balls churned with pent-up sperm. He knew he was betraying his wife, but at that moment, he also knew that Aurora Pritchett wouldn't live long enough to tell anyone anyway. He pulled his cock out of her ass and jammed it up her pussy as far as it would go.

"AAAGGGGGHHHHH! Take my dirty cock up your dirty cunt, whore! Here's your baby! Here comes your baaaabbbbbyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!!!!" 

Aurora felt Jonas go rigid above her as his cock belched out rope after rope of cum. Her ass slime coated the inside of her pussy chute as did his sperm. When he finished cumming inside her, Jonas pulled his cock free with an audible "PLOP" and watched the brownish liquid drip from her abused pussy and pool on the expensive carpeting below.  

Exhausted from the ordeal, Aurora didn't move. Her heaving breasts were sandwiched between her and the cold Italian marble of her desktop.  Her arms were splayed beside her, her heavy desk bearing the weight that her legs could not. 

Jonas patted her on the ass as he sat back in her Corinthian leather chair. 

"Aurora, you are one good fuck. Too bad, too. Now about our little 'problem'."  He took out a document, shoving it under her nose. "You see this, baby? It's a contract. It says that you agree to allow certain parties named herein to vacate The Clinic, that you will set them up in a place of their choosing WITH their baby, and that you will not harm them now or at any time in the future. In return, I will let you live. These parties are in possession of some rather damning evidence that links this baby brokering operation you have to me. I can't have that. I can't have it for my career, I can't have it for my family. I invested here because I was assured anonymity. Now that trust has been broken."

Aurora raised her head to look at Jonas. Her face was streaked with mascara, her lipstick smeared across her cheek. Her hair was a disheveled mess. In essence, she looked like hell; yet there was fire and brimstone in her eyes.  

"You stupid man. What makes you think that these 'parties', as you call them, will hold up their end of the bargain and not rat us out anyway?"  

"Because, my dear Aurora, Ian McLaren is my nephew. My beloved sister's son."

Aurora's face went pale. "I will NEVER sign that document, you evil little twit!"she spat at him. 

"Fine, but perhaps you better take a look at what happens when you don't comply with my wishes ..." 

Jonas hauled her up by the hair and drug her to the French doors that overlooked the beautiful park-like grounds of The Clinic. Two large, brutish men had Damian on the ground, beating him with ball bats. Damian writhed and screamed in pain, yet no one from The Clinic came to help. 

"NO!" Aurora screamed as she watched her lover being brutalized before her eyes. 

"Oh, I believe it is way too late for loyalty now, you stupid cow. Do you sign, or ...??" Jonas gestured to the window, his intentions clear.  

"What makes you think I won't turn you in myself?" 

"I take it that you have made your decision. Fine. Have it your way, then. Tis a pity, though ..." Jonas finished dressing. He said not another word, looked not at Aurora, as he did so.

"Jonas, what makes you so invincible? What makes you think that if I sign this document, that I won't take it all down myself? What makes you think ... Jonas? .... Jonas?  JONAS!" 

Jonas had stepped out of the office just as two men filled up the doorway. Their lascivious smiles at the naked Aurora indicated that they were going to have a lot of fun with Dr. Pritchett until the time came for her to disappear. They wrapped her squirming, screaming body with their large arms and carried her, still very much naked, through The Clinic and down to the waiting car, where they threw her into the trunk with the body of a very dead, very bloody Damian.  

Jonas stood by and smiled.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 10



Ian made his way down the hall, trying hard to look 'doctor-like'. He glanced down at the clipboard, and then up to room. Room 512. This was it. He brushed past the guards without them saying one word to him. 

Ian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Dinah was asleep in the bed, her face still showing bruises from her last session with Damian and her hair still matted to her head from sweat and strain of giving birth. Despite this, she was angelic. 

He made his way to the bed, pulling up a chair. He brushed away stray wisps of hair from her face. Her blue eyes opened and went wide.

"Shhhhhh .... I'm not supposed to be here," Ian whispered to her. "Ariel helped me change and gave me this stuff so I could get past the guards. I needed to see..." His voice choked up with emotion. "I needed to see that you and the baby were alright."

Dinah turned her head to a cart on the other side of the bed. A swaddled baby slept comfortably there. 

"You can hold her if you want to ..."

Ian got up and crept around to the little bundle, and unwrapped his daughter. His daughter. He'd never thought of the little pink things in such an intimate way before. He looked her over, counted her fingers and toes. She began to squirm and he lifted her to his shoulder and began the instinctive rocking motion that only a true parent understands. 

"Here, give her to me, Ian. I'm sure she's hungry ..."

Ian handed the baby to Dinah and helped her expose her breast to the rooting little mouth. When the baby latched, Dinah sighed.

"Does that feel good?" Ian asked, watching in wonder at her feeding her infant.

"Yeah ... it does. Makes me feel all warm and tingly."

He watched for a bit longer, then hesitantly asked, "Can I?"

Dinah smiled up at him. It had been so long since she had felt his mouth suckle at her breast. He used to love that before ....

"Sure. I'd love that!"  Ian swaddled the baby's feet so he didn't get kicked in the head, then latched his own mouth to Dinah's other nipple. He suckled mouthfuls of sweet, warm mother's milk, nursing along with his daughter until they both were satisfied. He took the baby from Dinah and changed her diaper, swaddled her, and put her back down for a nap. Then he turned his attention back to Dinah.

"I am so sorry for everything, Di ..." he began, taking her hand in his.

"Ian, it wasn't only your fault."

"Yes, it was. I fell in love with you, and it scared me. I wanted things with you that I've never thought about before. I always thought I'd work here, be responsible for other people's happiness, and that would be that. I never planned ...."

Dinah shifted and stroked Ian's face. He looked deep into her eyes as he continued: 

"When Dr. Pritchett offered me extra money to father her child, offered me a raise in my regular Breeder pay and offered a better apartment – more perks that I've had in my whole life, I took it. I didn't even think of the consequences.  So many of you girls come through here, have one baby, and you're gone. Just GONE. And I couldn't let myself love you because I knew you'd be gone, too."

By now, tears slipped down Ian's cheeks. Dinah brushed them away with her thumbs. 

"Dinah, when I found out what Damian did to you, I wanted him gone. I wanted to be the one to put my hands around his neck and squeeze the life right out of him, but I couldn't do it.  I want us to leave here. I want us to be a family. I want you, if you'll have me. I swear to you that I will never abandon you and ... and ... y'know maybe we should name our daughter ..."

"I was thinking Arielle. It means "lion of God", and your friend, Ariel, was instrumental in getting her here and in getting you to me." 

Ian leaned down and kissed Dinah softly on the forehead. "It's perfect, love."

Just at that moment, the door burst open. 

Across town, in a clean warehouse, a once-beautiful woman was hanging, naked and spread-eagled, on a metal rack. Her face was puffy and her green eyes swollen and ringed in red from crying. Her voice, a mere whisper.  Circling her like a pack of wild dogs was the two men that had carried her from The Clinic, along with three others called in for this special occasion. 

"Are you awake, bitch?  You're probably thinking now that you picked the wrong time to try to be selfish, huh?"  

One of the brutish men swung the flogger, striking Aurora's supple buttock. The red welts raised quickly. 

"PLEASE! Please, stop!" she cried in a piteous tone. "I will sign whatever Jonas wants. I will keep my mouth shut and I will do whatever I need to do, but PLEASE stop hitting me!"

"Okay," said the biggest of the men, "we'll stop hitting you. It's really not our job to beat you to a pulp, although we do enjoy hearing you scream. I think that when you see what our REAL assignment is, you'll find that screaming from the flogger is an easier choice ..."

The tone of his voice made Aurora's blood run cold.  "Y'see, Miss High-and-Mighty-Bitch, you come from the same stock as us low-lifes do. We know your story: pumping out babies to pay for college and med school, working your way to the head honcho at The Clinic. But somewhere along the way, you lost your compassion. You lost the ability to remember that these young women, while they consent to loan you their bodies for a brief time and give up their babies, they go through a lot. You picked more and more ruthless Breeders, and you stopped caring about the girls.  So, we're gonna make sure you always remember what it's like to give up something you cherish. Many of these girls come to you as virgins and they leave as fucked-out women ..."

He gestured to a large man standing next to him. The man began to remove his clothing, and when he got to his pants, what lay inside made Aurora's eyes go wide with fear.

"Meet Python. He's here to take away your ability to have children. See that 14" cock between his legs? When he's through pushing that into your womb, you won't be able to carry a baby to term. Oh, and did I mention that we're going to give you enough drugs to make sure you cum hard on his cock? To make you beg for it?  And we have video set up so all your begging for it will be recorded for posterity. The rest of us ... well, we're just gonna take whatever hole Python hasn't visited yet. Let's get this party started!"

Aurora felt the prick of a large needle in her hip, and then a sudden warmth spread through her body.

"That's a special concoction, babe. Sort of a 'liquid Viagra' for girls ... it'll keep you cumming back for more for HOURS!" He tweaked her nipple for emphasis, and she felt her clit jolt with pleasure.

"See? The bitch is already getting into it!  I'm taking her ass first ... Tony, you fuck her pussy. We better get ours before Python gets in here, or it'll be like fucking The Lincoln Tunnel!" 

Tony pushed his cock into Aurora and she immediately began to cum. "AAAGGGHHHHYEESSSSSS!!!" she screamed as he hammered away, her pussy juice spilled down over his cock onto his balls and then onto the floor.

"I think this bitch is squirting! Look at this, Danny!"

Danny leaned down between her legs to see Tony's cock pistoning in and out of her, and just on the in-stroke, Danny's face was peppered by a spray of pussy juice.

"Goddamn, Tony! Can you even feel anything? That bitch is way wet!"

"Yeah, she's gripping me inside like a vise!"

Danny fisted his now-rock-hard cock and shoved it in one stroke up Aurora's ass. The invasion made her cum again and her cunt clamped down on Tony's cock. 

"FUCK, MAN! I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGGG!!!"

Tony flooded Aurora inside, triggering another cum.  That caused her asshole to milk hard at Danny's cock.  All that massaging proved to be too much, and Danny filled her bowels with his nut butter. 

Even when he pulled his cock free of her ass, she came. She was in a constant state of arousal. The drug worked well.

Danny patted her on the ass. "Great fuck. Too bad it will be the last of its kind. Python? Would you like to get started now?"

Python's cock was fully aroused. It was 14" long and as big around as a soda can, with a pointed end – better to tap into wombs with. He had caused a lot of damage in his day. 

"NO! NNOOO!" Aurora shook her head violently, begging for her future children.

Python leaned down and licked her pussy, sending her once again into a fit of orgasmic spasms.

"Your mouth may say 'no', but your pussy says 'hurry the fuck up!'" Everyone erupted in laughter, adding more humiliation to Aurora's ordeal.

Python stepped up to the rack. He bent his knees, fisted his cock, and rubbed it against her leaking pussy. She looked him in the eyes, her own eyes pleading with him not to do this. But Python was a sadistic prick, and breaking her was his only joy in life.  He pushed the huge head against her pussy opening, leaning down to suck her nipple, knowing full well he was going to slam it all home when she came. It was a short wait. Her orgasm began to shake her the minute the sensations of his warm mouth on her tit registered with her brain. He continued to suck and waited for the cue.

Behind him, the other men watched and filmed the events from several angles. They were all waiting. 

"OOOohhhygggoodddyyyessss, FUCK ME WITH THAT MONSTER! GIVE IT TO ME!"

It was what Python wanted. He wanted her to beg for it. At that very moment, he straightened his legs and impaled her fully onto his rigid pole. Aurora screamed in agony and ecstasy as his cock slid up her pussy channel and forced open her cervix, slamming past there and well into her womb.  Another shot of deep muscle relaxant was given to her, to make sure Python didn't pull out her womb, only damage it beyond hope.

Python began working her hips, talking rough and hot to her as he fucked her hard. At first, Aurora begged him to fuck her harder, screaming out her cums, but soon the pain got to be too much and her eyes rolled back. She drooled and her head lolled as he pounded at her insides. He felt a stretch and was pretty sure he'd torn her womb in a couple of places before he finally flooded her with his cum. When he pulled free, blood and cum came running out of her in rivulets to the floor. 

Aurora came to, begging for more cock, more cum ... which the entourage gleefully filmed before giving her a sedative so they could take her down off of the rack. They would hold her for a couple of days before dumping her at the hospital. By then, the damage would be irreversible.

While Aurora was suffering her punishment, someone was coming into Dinah's room back at The Clinic. Ian jumped, but there was nowhere to run or hide. He was prepared to be cuffed and hauled off, but instead, he was greeted by a familiar voice.

"My nephew is a father! Go figure!"

"UNCLE JONAS!"

Ian hugged Jonas hard.  Jonas motioned to the door, and a man dressed as a chauffeur stepped inside, carrying two dozen roses, a basket of baby clothes and supplies and a bottle of champagne. 

"These are for you, Ian. With my blessing. Inside the basket, you'll find a check. It should be enough to get you both started wherever you choose to go. Your little problem is no longer a problem, and you're free to go as soon as the doctor says it is okay that the girls can go safely."

Dinah stared at this strange man who burst into the room like Santa Claus on Christmas Morning.  Her eyes darted from Jonas to Ian to the man with the gifts. Ian handed the basket to Dinah, then took Jonas by the arm and led him outside.  

"I don't understand, Uncle," Ian whispered. "We can go? Dinah and the baby and I can go?"

"Don't worry, Ian. It's all been taken care of. This little problem won't happen again and I've seen to it myself."

Ian just looked at Jonas, and something on Jonas' face told Ian that he really didn't want to know the details. So, Ian left it at that.  They went back in to a tearful Dinah, who also expressed her gratitude. 

Later that evening, after everyone had left, Ian lay next to Dinah on the hospital bed. He was watching her nurse Arielle again, alternately stroking the baby's face and Dinah's body. 

"You know we can't make love for six weeks, Ian." Dinah said exasperatedly, "so why do you torture yourself?"

"I just need to touch you both. I came so close to losing you, and I don't think I could stand that again. I need to be close to you Dinah. To touch you, to feel you touching me."

He snuggled closer to her, and she stroked his hair. He turned his face to her, and they kissed heatedly again and again. Ian's fingers found her pussy and stroked her clit until she let out a little gasp against his mouth signaling that she was cumming for him. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, and saw contentment. His release could wait. This was all he needed for now.

Three days later, the doctor okayed a release for Dinah and Arielle.  The entire staff was on hand to see them off and to wish them well. Ian had found a little house in a neighboring town, and he had found a job working with his uncle on his campaign for Senator.  By the evening, Dinah had tucked Arielle into her bassinette at the foot of their bed, and had joined her soon-to-be husband in bed for some careful, tentative lovemaking that was long overdue. 

About that same time in another town, a Lincoln TownCar pulled into the hospital emergency entrance. Two big, burly men lifted a naked woman out of the car and pushed her toward the door. They got back into the car and sped away before she reached the inside, where she collapsed in a heap. The doctor in attendance rushed to her side, while orderlies lifted her into a wheelchair.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you tell us what is wrong?" the young doctor asked as he checked her pupils for signs of drug use.

"Yes. I'm Dr. Aurora Pritchett, and I have been raped ..." 



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 11



Aurora awoke a week later. It took a moment for her mind to clear, for her to remember part of the horrors that were forced upon her. She began to scream.

A nurse and doctor rushed into the room, trying to keep Aurora in bed. 

"Dr. Pritchett ... Dr ... AURORA! You are in a hospital! You are safe!"

Aurora stopped struggling and looked at the man in the white coat as he continued:

"You came in a week ago. We've been fighting a terrible infection in your body, and once that is more under control, we will have to do some surgery on you. But otherwise, you are doing much better. It's good to see you with so much fight in you! Oh, and by the way, I'm Dr. Unger. I've been taking care of you for the past week ..."

"A WEEK?! I've been here a week?!"

"Yes, but for the most part, you've been in a drug-induced coma. Whoever did this to you did a marvelous job of messing you up. We are going to try to make it better, but you will never ..."

Aurora closed her eyes and whispered, "I know"

Dr. Unger placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. The police have come around every day hoping to talk to you. I've been left with instructions to call the detectives when you wake up. Are you up for giving them descriptions and details?"

"I'm not sure what I remember, doctor," Aurora said quietly, "I think they gave me drugs."

"Yes ... yes they did. We have already screened your blood and have identified what they gave you. It was quite a concoction! Frankly, I'm amazed you lived through it!"

"They knew what they were doing." Aurora turned away and looked out the window at the sun shining on the trees. As beautiful a day as it was, she felt storm clouds brewing in her soul because she knew she would be a dead woman if she identified her attackers. 

Dr. Unger made some notes in her chart and left the room, leaving Aurora to her thoughts. And to her deep despair. 

In the little house in the next town, Dinah fed Arielle and put her down for her nap, and then began the task of making dinner for Ian. She busied herself with domestic chores, loving her new role as wife and mother. 

It was 5 o'clock when Ian came through the door. She flung herself at him, smothering him with kisses, but when she pulled away, she noticed that his face was a bit of a glower rather than his normally relaxed countenance.

"What's wrong, Ian?" Dinah ran her soft hand over his furrowed brow.

Ian sighed loudly and stepped away, making his way to the couch and flopping down like a rag doll. 

"Baby? What's wrong? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?" Dinah's mind flew into a panic. Ian didn't normally back away from her. He was rarely silent in her presence. All this made her think there was trouble between them that she hadn't seen before.

"Huh? Oh ... hi, darlin. No, I'm not mad. Just a lot on my mind. C'mere" Ian held his arms out and she sunk into them, instantly comforted by their strong cradle around her.

"So what's wrong?" Dinah nuzzled his chin with her nose and took a long, deep smell of him. His scent still aroused her so much, and she felt her nipples harden in her bra.

He squeezed her more tightly to him. "I couldn't wait to get home tonight. Hell, I couldn't wait to get out of there. I am NOT cut out for the political realm, Di. I think I need to get out of there." He absentmindedly stroked her hair, and Dinah sunk further into him, relaxing more than she had all day.

"So, what do you want to do, Ian? What would make you happier?"

Ian looked down at the love of his life. "Di, I was happiest at the clinic."

"You want to breed women?" She looked into his face, trying to figure out what it was that he was trying to say.

"No ... no ... it wasn't just about that. I liked the medical side, too. Of helping people. I helped deliver a lot of babies. Before I was at the clinic as a breeder, I was there as a nurse. I miss that."

"Then you should do that. Call your Uncle Jonas and invite him to dinner. We will talk to him about it. Together."

Ian pulled Dinah up to him and gave her a long, slow, deep kiss. The kiss instantly aroused her and brought her milk down, soaking the front of her shirt. Without breaking the kiss, she wriggled free of the wet material, exposing the leaking nipples to the air.

The smell of her milk immediately hit Ian's nose and he broke the kiss, diving into her now-exposed breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and suckled, filling his mouth with sweet milk. He then rose and kissed Dinah, sharing her milk between their mouths. 

Ian rose and held out his hand. "I need you." It was more a demand than a request, but Dinah nodded. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to their bed. He tore at her clothes like a man possessed, not really wanting to be slow and gentle at this moment.

He pushed her back on the bed and filled her mouth with her soaked panties to prevent her screams from waking Arielle. He pushed two fingers inside her carefully – she was still a bit tender in a spot from having the baby – and began to chew furiously on her nipples. He drank milk from her and then squeezed some out onto her skin and began to lick that up. His rough tongue inflamed Dinah to the point that she came hard on his fingers.

"OOOHHHGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMM!" 

Her voice muffled by the panties, but he instinctively knew her keening and the rhythmic pulsing of her pussy signaled that she had just had a massive orgasm. He pulled his fingers free and sucked the juices from them.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Di. I have to. I know it's only been five weeks, but I can't wait any longer!"

He pushed his clothing from himself, as Dinah watched his magnificent body being revealed to her inch by inch. Soon, his turgid cock came into view and her breathing visibly quickened.

"You want this, don't you, Little Girl?" He smiled, noticing the flush of her skin. He read her so well after all their intimate times together. "Even though it may hurt a bit, you still want it ..."

Dinah nodded, the panties still lodged in her mouth. She watched as he crawled between her splayed thighs, felt his cock nudge her drooling entrance. She winced as he pushed a bit at the opening.

"Baby, this is gonna hurt a bit, but I'll go slow ..." Ian pushed forward again, hearing Dinah groan as the head of his cock made its way inside her. 

"MMmgghhhhhhhhhh" the panties stifled the groan, driving it deeper into her throat as a long, gurgling growl as she was once again filled with Ian's manhood.

"Shit, baby ... you're tighter than you were when I took your virginity! The doctors did a good job sewing you up! Let me lie here so your pussy can adjust ..." but Dinah couldn't help but squeeze against him. He felt so good and she was so full of him. "You better stop, girl, or I'm gonna have to fuck the hell out of you!" 

She did her best to lie still, but her pussy had other ideas. As if on it's own, a series of ripples cascaded down her cunt tube, squeezing him in concentric waves. 

"AAARRGGGGGG! I can't hold back! I need to ..." and with that, Ian began to pull and push in her, his large cockhead scraping every inch of her inside. As much as he wanted her, though, he tried to be gentle. He knew by looking at the furrow of her brow that this hurt and felt good at the same time. He plucked the panties from her mouth and covered it with his own, allowing her to moan into him.

"Shhhh ... don't wake Arielle, Di. Just fuck me back. Fuck me back, baby ..."

She wagged her hips at him, churning her cunt against his cock until he felt that familiar tingle in his balls.

"oooohhhhhhh, Di, I'm gonna blow in your pussy. I can't hold it ...AAAAHHHHHH!"

She felt him expand and contract inside her, pulsing her pussy full of hot cum. The sensation sent her over the edge, too, and she clung to him, biting his shoulder as she screamed into his flesh. They held on tightly to each other until their breathing and heart rates came back to normal. Ian looked down at his wife, brushing the hair from her forehead, and he kissed her gently.

"Wow. That was amazing. It's been so long, and I have missed making love with you," he whispered against her skin, "you feel so good to me, and I love you so much."

He looked at her as a tear escaped down her face. "You better call your uncle ..." 



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 12



Jonas was thrilled to have the invitation to Ian and Dinah's home for dinner. So anxious, in fact, that he arrived 30 minutes early. When the doorbell rang, Ian sprang to answer it as Dinah continued to feed Arielle.

"Come in ... come in!" Ian and Jonas hugged, and then Ian led his uncle into the living room of the modest home. Jonas couldn't help but watch his great-niece nurse from her mother's large breast. He couldn't help feel the sudden tightness in his pants, either, for women's breasts (especially milk-filled ones) were a great turn-on to him. Dinah noticed the tenting, and made a coy smile. 

"Ian, offer your uncle a drink while I put Arielle down for the night and finish making our dinner."

Dinah rose, as did Jonas. He had been taught long ago the importance of being a gentleman, and he always rose when a lady left or entered the room. Dinah crossed over to him, her breast still exposed to the nursing baby and to Jonas' gaze. She came close, letting him have a long whiff of her milk scent, and kissed him on the cheek. "It's so good to have you with us, Jonas. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

Ian had busied himself making drinks, but as he handed Jonas' drink to him, he noticed the obvious erection his uncle sported. "Yeah, she's amazing, isn't she?" Ian said, acknowledging his uncle's arousal without being humiliating about it.

"God, yes, she is, Ian! What I wouldn't give ..." Jonas stopped himself. What was he thinking? This was his nephew's wife. He shook his head as if to rid himself of the lustful thoughts.

"Jonas, we ... uh ... I invited you here tonight to discuss something with you. I might as well get it out in the open. I am not happy working on your campaign. Not that I don't like working with YOU or supporting you. I just ... well ... politics is not really what I am interested in."

"I see." Jonas was fidgeting with his glass. He had gone to a lot of trouble to make room for Ian. "I have noticed that you seemed very distracted. I was going to ask you about it, but figured it was because of all you had been through and having just become a new husband and father."

"I'm sorry. I know you had high hopes for me in the political realm."

"No ... no ... that's okay. It's not for everyone. But what is it that you wish to do with your life, Ian?"

"You have already done so much for me, Uncle. I couldn't possibly ask you to help me further."

"I'll tell you what. Let's make this an exchange. You have something that I want, and I may be able to help you. So you tell me your wish and I'll tell you mine, and together we can see if we can make both our dreams come true, shall we?"

Ian pondered a minute. What could he possibly have that Jonas would want? He decided to take a chance.

"I want to work in the hospital. I would like to work in the nursery, but if that's not possible, anywhere will do. I do have a nursing degree, although I'm sure I need some continuing education to bring me back up to speed with things."

"I know the hospital administrator in the biggest hospital in the county. It's in the neighboring town, but that's not a bad commute. Let me call him and see what you would need to be licensed here. I can let you know in the next couple of days and we can get you registered with whatever classes or training you will need."

"I can't thank you enough, Uncle Jonas. What is it that I have that you want?"

"Besides this wonderful homecooked meal that smells so heavenly, and allowing me to come see my new great-niece every once in a while, I would like to make love with your wife."

Ian's blood roared in his ears as his heart pounded. "You WHAT?!" He didn't mean to shout. It just came out unexpectedly and made them both jump.

"I'm sorry, Ian, but she's so ... sexy! I would like to push my cock inside her pussy and her ass and suck her tits, and ..."

"Now, wait a minute!" Ian cut his uncle's litany off at the pass. "Isn't that incest?!"

"Ian, you know as well as I do that Dinah is my niece by marriage. We are not related. So it would just be me having sex with a lovely, desirable woman."

"What are you two in such deep discussion about?" Dinah came swaggering back into the room, her blouse now buttoned but barely containing her swollen breasts. 

"Uhhhhh ..." Ian couldn't muster the words, so Jonas was left to the explaining.

"Dinah, dear ... Ian and I were discussing whether or not I could fuck you in exchange for giving him a career that he could be happy with."

Dinah's legs buckled and she sank to the ottoman, staring at the two men in the room. 

"But first, as you contemplate this," Jonas continued, "let's eat the dinner that smells so heavenly. Once we finish that, you can let me know whether I can stay or whether I should go."

They retired to the dining room, and Dinah laid out dinner of roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, bread, salad, carrots and a large coconut cake for dessert. Everyone ate in silence, save a grunt from Jonas occasionally as he rarely was treated to a fabulous home-cooked meal such as this. Ian kept watching Dinah's face as she pondered the offer before her. She looked at Jonas: he was a handsome man in her eyes, and he had done so much for them. She looked at her husband, wondering what he thought of the offer. 

Finally, Jonas shoved his plate away with a groan. "I cannot eat another bite. Dinah, that was the finest meal I've had in I cannot tell you how long! Thank you so much for having me over." 

Dinah rose and began clearing the table. "I'll help you with that, love," Ian said, taking plates in his hands and following her into the kitchen.

"What am I suppose to say now?" Dinah whispered to Ian, eyeing him.

"Honey, would you be willing to ... I mean ... how do you feel about the proposal?"

Dinah sighed. "I am turned on by it, frankly. I wouldn't mind having Jonas as a lover. I think he's a handsome man and he has been terribly good to us. But I don't want to hurt you, either. Will you allow me to negotiate this a bit?"

"Sure, little girl. I'll follow your lead. And you won't hurt me. I love you, no matter what!"

The couple came back into the dining room to find that Jonas fumbling with his keys. 

"Where are you going, sir?" Dinah asked in her sexiest voice. "I thought we had business to discuss."

"You two were gone so long, I figured that the decision was made and you were contemplating how to tell me."

"No," Dinah said, touching Jonas on the arm, "a decision has been made. A decision with one caveat."

"And that would be?"

"That my husband be allowed to watch and participate."

"Done."

Jonas swept Dinah up in his arms and gave her a hard, wanton kiss; his hand tangled in her hair as his mouth melded to hers and their tongues dueled between. Ian couldn't help but get hard as he watched his wife and uncle kiss savagely. 

Breathless, Dinah broke the kiss and took Jonas and Ian by the hand, leading them to the bedroom. "Strip," she said to them both, sitting back against the headboard of the king sized bed. She watched as they took off their clothes for her, bit by bit, and exposed themselves to each other as well. She couldn't help but grin as she saw the trepidation in their eyes. 

"I'm not gay, you know ..." Jonas felt the need to say that out loud, as the whole scenario was making his cock harder than it had ever been. 

"Yeah, I know. Me, either." Ian crawled into the bed beside his wife.

Dinah kissed Ian softly. "Lie there, baby, and let Jonas have his way with me. I want you to watch, to hold my hand, to talk to me. But let him love me, okay?"

"I'll try, little girl."

"Don't worry. I'm still yours. Always. And I will take care of you. I promise."

Dinah slid off the bed and walked over to where a very naked, very vulnerable Jonas stood. "Do you want to touch me?" She asked in a low, husky voice.

"Oh, god, yes!"

"Then do it. Touch me. Strip me ... do whatever you want." She stood still as she felt Jonas' hands begin to push the clothing from her body, slowly exposing her skin to his gaze. His hands brushed against her soft skin, followed by his lips and tongue. She dropped her head back, and a low groan emanated from her throat.

Jonas could take it no longer. He kissed across her shoulder and down, finally latching on to her nipple and sucking a mouthful of her mother's milk into his mouth. He swallowed and then moaned loudly.

"Does that taste good to you, Jonas?" Dinah asked, holding her pendulous breasts up to him. "I believe I'd like a taste ..." She began to knead her nipples and then turned the milk stream down to his pulsating cock, covering it in sweet liquid. "... and I believe I will taste it this way."

Dinah went down on her knees and in one gulp, took all of Jonas' cock deep into her throat, pulling back and stripping the flesh of the sweet, warm milk she had just coated him with. Jonas began to moan and thrust at her, knowing that he probably would not last long inside her talented mouth. His nephew had taught her well.

"Dinah, stop. I want to eat your pussy!" 

Dinah stood up and told Ian to sit against the headboard with his legs spread. She sat between his legs and leaned back against his chest, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to Jonas' hungry mouth and hands. Ian watched his uncle climb between his wife's legs and begin to lick and suck and fingerfuck her to three separate, mindblowing orgasms before he climbed up further and lined his cock with her fuckhole. 

Ian grabbed Di behind the knees and pulled them up, like the stirrups do on an OB table, effectively holding her pussy open and flat so that any thrusting Jonas did stimulated her clit directly. 

"OOOHDDDDEEEAAARRRGOOODDDDD!!!" Jonas wailed against Dinah's neck as he fucked the tightest pussy he'd been in ever in his life. "I am gonna ... I'm gonna ... oohhggoooddd ... I'm gonna ..."

"Cum in her, Jonas! Fuck my wife! Knock her up!" Ian spat out obscenities as he watched his uncle do his best to try to impregnate his wife. "Her pussy is so tight! I can tell she's cumming all over you! Fuck a baby into her!" 

That was all it took. Jonas reared back and held Dinah's hips against his as he pumped her full of his cum. 

"Cum for me, you little bitch!" He spat as his cock shot rope after rope inside her. "I feel your pussy sucking me dry!" 

Dinah was in such a state of arousal that she could do little but grunt and groan and tremble as orgasm after orgasm overcame her. 

"That's it, little girl, cum on Uncle's cock. Feel him filling you up? Yeah, baby ... you look so beautiful with his cock slamming into you. Are you okay? Fuck him back if you're okay ... mmmmmmm .." Ian was aroused watching Dinah work her pussy against Jonas to get every drop of his cum. 

Soon, Jonas' cock lolled out of her pussy with a wet schlup. He kissed her on the cheek and rolled away, finally catching his breath.

"Dear god, but that was wonderful ..." he said to no one in particular. "I will call my friend tomorrow about your nursing career. You have my word."

Dinah and Ian had slunk down in the bed, and Ian was slowly working his cock in and out of Dinah's pussy from behind, her upper leg was cradled in his arms so that her pussy and his cock were clearly visible. Jonas turned on his side to watch them make love, he reached over to caress and suck on her large tits, and kiss her face and mouth. She began to cum and her moans were stifled by Jonas' tongue inside her mouth. Soon, Ian's cum joined Jonas', and they drifted off to sleep with Dinah sandwiched between the two men she loved the most.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 13



Two weeks later, Ian stood in the hallway of the hospital, making rounds with the Head Nurse. Training for a new job was always nerve-wracking, especially when he was also in school to catch up on the latest techniques.

As it turned out, the hospital had no openings in the nursery as Ian had requested, but would keep him in mind if something came up. He was put on general rounds, which meant that he would float among the floors, working the shifts and departments as need arose. He didn't mind so much being flung from nights to days and back again because he loved this work so much, and Dinah began to notice a definite difference in his demeanor: there was a sense of pride and genuine contentment in her husband now. His relaxed, easygoing personality had finally returned.

The surgical floor would turn out to be his second favorite place to work, next to the obstetrics floor. He enjoyed helping people, making sure their needs were met and trying his best to ease their discomfort after their procedures. He liked being strong enough to lift patients up and help them move about more comfortably.

At 7 pm, Ian came on shift. The first order of business for Ian when floating to a new floor was to look over the patient and medication rosters to get acquainted with who was where, what their surgeries were, and get a general feel for how things needed to be overseen. Every shift brought new surgical patients in, and sent others out, so reviewing the patient list was always an important first step in prepping for rounds. It was that evening, as he stood going over the charts of those in his care, that he saw something that made him go cold in his tracks.

*No!* he thought as he read the name. *It can't be! It simply can't be!* 

But there it was, in black and white: Aurora Pritchett. Hysterectomy. Bladder repair. Severe infection caused by trauma. Her chart indicated that she had been there a few weeks fighting a horrific infection, and was just now able to have the corrective surgeries needed. Her surgeries were earlier that day. Her prognosis was still guarded. 

His heart was pounding as he filled the med cart. She was on some high powered antibiotics. *I wonder what happened* he thought to himself as he readied the cart for his rounds.

Pushing down the hall, the tile-lined façade echoed the "whickey-whickey" sound that the squeaky wheels of the cart made. Each door had someone behind it who had a story. Each patient was glad to see him, because he mostly dispensed the pain medications that made it possible for them to get a night's sleep. He checked each patient on his rounds with the thoroughness he would want for himself. He gently turned those that needed it, cleaned and redressed surgical sites, checked IVs and offered bedpans or trips to the bathroom. He tried to make small talk with any family members that might be present, made careful notes in the charts of medications, vital signs, and complaints, and then slowly pushed to on to the next room. 

When he finally reached room 644, he wasn't sure what he was going to say. Would she recognize him? Would it be worse for him to be her nurse? He readied his walkie-talkie in the event that she refused his help or that he needed additional help restraining her. He swallowed hard, and pushed open the door.

Aurora lay quietly in the hospital bed. An IV was hooked to one arm; the beep of the monitors broke the silence. He stood and watched her for a long time. She was still beautiful, although she showed signs of having been roughly treated. Her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He almost hated to wake her, for he didn't know exactly what her reaction would be. He removed her chart from the bed and read it: rape w/ severe internal damage. Extensive infection leading to sepsis. Total hysterectomy and bladder reparation performed with today's date and the surgeon's initials next to it. 

*I wonder who did this to you* he thought as he looked at her. He once thought he could love her, until she did what she did to Dinah. How innocent she looks now. 

About that time, her eyes opened and went wide. She sucked in a loud breath and began to try to scramble to the opposite side of the bed, but the pain medications she was given made it difficult for her to even move.

"Aurora! Aurora, it's okay! I'm not here to hurt you! Take it easy or you will do damage to yourself!" Ian tried to keep her calm, knowing that her tenuous condition left her vulnerable to shock.

"Stay away from me!" she hissed in a voice weakened from the earlier breathing tubes, "Don't you see what you did? You and your uncle? I can no longer have children because of you!"

The air suddenly left the room and Ian felt dizzy. "What do you mean what *I* did?! I had nothing to do with what happened to you!"

Aurora was weak from the surgery, so she slumped back into the bed, wracked with pain, and began to sob long, gulping sobs. "Don't you see, Ian? Your uncle had this done to me. For my cruelty."

Ian could only stare and blink for the longest time. He reached out and touched Aurora, who flinched away.

"Shhhh ... shhhh. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. All I ever wanted was to be free and for Dinah to be free. Don't you see that?" He stroked her arm and her hair, feeling her tremble under his hands. "I never meant for it to go this far. I am so sorry. I had no idea."

He walked around to the IV monitor and changed the medication bags. He checked the line and then asked if he could see her surgical site. 

"I would rather you didn't," she said quietly. 

"Aurora, I'm just doing my job. I'm not here to hurt you. I couldn't do that then, even in anger, and I sure am not going to do it now. Just let me help you."

He watched her visibly soften then, and he checked her stitches for any sign of tearing. He replaced the dressing and made a few notes in the chart.

"I could have your job, you know," Aurora looked right through him. "All it would take is just one word about before and ..."

Ian stopped writing and looked at her – hard. He could see the physical pain on her face, but he looked into her eyes and saw something much deeper. He saw a once-proud woman who had been broken. Then he shrugged.

"Yes, you could have my job. You could do a lot of things, but you won't because you are afraid of the consequences. I am the only one standing between you and certain death, because it is my Uncle that you are so afraid of. The sad thing is, Aurora, that you used to be such a kind and generous person. I don't know where that woman went. I sure liked ... oh hell, I loved ... that woman."

"But she was never enough for you, Ian. You wanted Dinah. Why?"

"Because Dinah loved me back for the right reasons. When you looked at me, you saw nothing but a means to my uncle's power. I didn't put two and two together until I happened to see the clinic's financial portfolio on your desk one day after you and I had made the pact to transfer Dinah and me to get you pregnant. I saw Jonas' name as one of the big contributors, but that was only for your view, not the public. Those of us who invested individually never knew where the bulk of capital monies came from. I began to see how you were spending and your standard of living, and I figured that you and Jonas had something going. When things got bad, that was the only leverage I had against you to get Dinah and me and the baby away, because I knew that with his political ambitions and all, the last thing he would want is to be publicly linked to an adoption clinic that was a bit, shall we say, shady. I just had no idea it would go THIS far."

"We did, for a while. But then I wanted a baby for my own and he didn't see eye-to-eye with me on that...."

"And what better way to get his goat than to get pregnant by his nephew, right?"

"Yeah," Aurora closed her eyes and turned away from Ian, quietly continuing, "but by then you had fallen in love with Dinah. I knew I couldn't compete with what you two had, so I had to appeal to your more ... shall we say, PRACTICAL, side." 

"But why did you give her to Damian? Why would you be that cruel?"

Aurora sighed. "Damian wanted her for himself, but when she wouldn't submit to him, and it inflamed him. I truly had no idea that he was that vicious and cruel, although I had heard rumors to that effect. I was so immersed in my own jealousy that I couldn't be compassionate toward her. I wanted her to hurt as badly physically as your rejection hurt me emotionally, and Damien made that happen for me."

"Were you and Damien lovers?"

"For a time, we were. But he was to deviant for me. I got a taste of who he was more than you know, and I was trying to fire him before the whole Dinah thing came up. I figured I would kill two birds with one stone: I'd get Dinah to hurt and later I would blame Damian and be able to get rid of him as well."

"So what happened to him?"

"Your uncle had him killed. And he made me watch after he raped me himself."

Ian's mind was racing now. Had he invited a demon into his home and into his bed? He would have to be particularly careful as to how he handled this mess. 

"Did they perform a rape kit on you when you came in?"

"Yes, I believe so. Why?"

"Would you allow me to have access to that? I think I know of a way we can keep us both safe."

Aurora eyed Ian suspiciously. "Sure, but how?"

"Well, if anything was recovered, then we have DNA evidence. I happen to know all of Uncle Jonas' 'colleagues' because I was working with his election campaign before I came to work here. So that means that if I have access to the info, then we can finger all of them for your rape and Damian's murder. I believe that will keep Uncle Jonas under control if he plans to win an election ..."

Aurora smiled for the first time in along time, and then she sighed and winced. "I hurt so bad, Ian, inside and out. I'm tired. If you can get me out of this, I won't be able to thank you enough."

"Oh, I'm not doing this just for you, but for me and my family. You have a lot of healing to do. So, get some rest."

That next morning after getting home from the hospital, a heavy-minded Ian slipped quietly into the house and into their bedroom. He undressed and eased himself into the bed, spooning against his wife. Dinah felt him against her and rolled toward him and gave him a soft kiss, her mouth warm with sleep. "Hey, baby," she said quietly, "how was work?"

"Um ... I have something to tell you ... Aurora Pritchett was on the floor I was working."

"WHAT?!" The shrillness of Dinah's voice pierced the silence and the air was suddenly filled with the wails of a baby awakened from sleep. She bolted upright, staring at Ian, then Arielle's cry reached her ears. "Hold that thought! Let me go get Arielle, and then you had better tell me this story!"

Dinah disappeared, only to reappear a moment later with a hungry baby latched onto her now-exposed breast. Ian fluffed pillows up so that Dinah could once again join him in their bed, her back against the headboard as she cradled their daughter to her breast.

"Now, what's this about that witch?"

Ian laughed quietly. "Now, now. We had a long talk. Uncle Jonas and his men did quite a number on her. She had to have a hysterectomy. No kids ... ever. She nearly died. Evidently she's been in the hospital for weeks, and just had surgery to repair the damage yesterday. That's how I happened to know she was there. I was working the surgery floor."

Dinah felt her eyes widen and the blood rush from her face as she listened to her husband continue.

"Jonas raped her, too, but wasn't there when the real brutality started. He did, however, make her watch as his henchmen beat Damian to death."

"Dear God, Ian. We've had that man in our home. IN OUR BED!" 

"I know. I had no idea he was that capable of cruelty. But I'm working on a plan. Something that just might protect us all from him."

Dinah held Arielle over her shoulder and gently patted and rocked her. "Ian, we have to make it safe for our daughter. What if he ...." She shuddered at the mere thought of that man raping Arielle, let alone herself.

"No! I will NEVER let that happen. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do."

Ian kissed Dinah and they all three drifted off to a fitful sleep.



Dinah's Breeding Ch. 14



The telephone awoke the three some two hours later. It was Jonas: "Ian, I need for you to come to my headquarters right away. I know you just got off work, but I need to talk to you." Ian, still in a sleep-induced stupor, merely grunted his assent. "Be here in an hour." And with that, Jonas was gone.

Dinah, who had gotten up and taken the baby into the other room, returned and asked: "Who was that, honey?"

"Jonas. He wants me to come to his headquarters."

"Are you going?"

"I have to run an errand first. Remember Ariel? She got a job at the same hospital as I did, and it just so happened to be in the lab. I asked her if she could get me a copy Aurora's rape kit results and she said she would. She was going to swing by and stick them under our door on her way home ..."

Ian got up from bed and went into the living room. Sure enough, a plain manila envelope lay just beyond the door.

Dinah came up behind her husband and kissed his shoulder. "So, what do Aurora's rape kit results have to do with your meeting today?" 

"Well, if my hunch is correct, the police recommended that they run DNA as well. I'm sure they had to send that off, but by now, the results would've been returned and added into this kit as evidence should they find a suspect. Copies of everything will be turned over to the police at the time of prosecution, so not even the police have privy to this. Only the lab, Aurora, and now me."

He slid the papers from their sheath and looked through them. "Damn. Whoever Jonas hired did a number on her! They split her uterus, damaged her bladder, ripped open her anus, and evidently left her that way for days before dumping her at the hospital. When she arrived, she was nearly comatose from pain, completely consumed by infection. They had to do a blood transfusion, massive doses of antibiotics. Looks like her heart stopped a time or two. Jesus."

Dinah sank down onto the couch. "I hated her. I really hated her. But I never in a million years wished that kind of torture on her. How can someone be that ..." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

"Shhhh, little girl. It's okay. I'm going to take care of this."

Ian smoothed his hands in her hair and she turned her face up to look at him. Tears glistened on her cheeks. Ian took his thumb and wiped them away.

"I'm going to get into the shower and then go. I will be back soon."

She nodded at him, watching him walk away. But inside, her heart was heavy. She worried for Ian and now, for her baby and for Aurora. 

The drive to Jonas' headquarters was long, but Ian's mind continually rolled around all the facts: 1. Jonas is a cruel bastard, much more so than he ever suspected. 2. There is a distinct possibility that Jonas' sperm made contact with an egg in his wife's womb the other night. 3. Aurora deserves to be set free, too. 4. Jonas has been kind to him ... so far ... but at what cost? 

Each time a new idea rolled through his head, Ian tried to balance the pros and cons. It all continued to add up to one thing: Ian couldn't risk having Jonas close, and Ian couldn't walk away from Jonas without knowing for sure that he and his family and friends would be safe. 

Ian fingered the edge of the envelope as he drove. The tests only showed enough information for a positive profile or two, but truly pointed the finger at no one. Only by having definitive DNA matches from the other side could a true conviction be locked down, so now Ian had to pull off an amazing bluff. His life, and the life of his family, just may depend on it.

Ian pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car. He sat there for a few moments to gather all the confidence he could muster. He had spent his life looking into womens' eyes and lying to them. He only hoped that his skills as a con man would translate over to the situation he now found himself in.

Taking a deep breath, Ian swung the door to the campaign headquarters open. He was greeted by larger-than-life effigies of his smiling uncle hanging from the ceiling and plastered on all the walls. There were workers readying poster, workers stuffing envelopes, workers manning the phone lines, workers tabulating contributions. A center isle lead to the back of the room where the door to his uncle's private office closed him off from the near-deafening noises in "command central". 

"Hey, Ian! Good to see you! We sure miss you around here!" The same sentiments were echoed over and over again by this one and that one as he made his way toward his uncle's office. 

*How naïve they are,* he thought to himself. *How naïve I was.*

Tandy, Jonas' campaign secretary, smiled up at him. "He's been expecting you, Ian. It's good to see you. How's that lovely wife of yours and your new baby?"

"They're fine, thank you for asking. May I just go on in?"

She nodded then turned her attention back to the letter she was composing on her computer. Ian knocked and then stepped into Jonas' office.

Jonas was on the phone but motioned Ian into the room. "Yes, Senator. I saw that, and I plan to take a look into it further. Fine. Fine. Thanks for your call. I will be in touch."

Ian sat in the soft leather chair across from his uncle. The room smelled of furniture polish and leather, of cigars and brandy and expensive cologne. It smelled of money and, to Ian, it now smelled of corruption. It made him sick to his stomach.

"So, Uncle, what did you need to see me about?"

"Aurora Pritchett." Jonas eyed Ian's response to the mere mention of her name. Ian managed to muster his best poker face so that Jonas saw only mild curiosity cross Ian's handsome countenance.

"What of her?"

Jonas leaned forward in his chair. "I hear that she's in your hospital, Ian. I hear that she's been roughed up badly, and I hear that she's been seen in your company."

"She became one of my patients on my last shift. I had no idea she'd been there that long, but she has been there for weeks. She almost died, Jonas."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The lack of concern in Jonas' voice inflamed Ian. How could anyone be that cold? "I hear that she's been talking to you. What has she been saying?"

Ian stared into his uncle's eyes and saw no emotion whatsoever. No fear, no remorse, no guilt. He didn't know if he would even be able to control a man with robot emotions, but he thought now was the only time he had to pull out the ace.

"So, does Aunt Molly know you had an affair with Aurora?"

Jonas leaned back in his chair as if the words brushed him back. "What?!?"

"Don't 'what' me, Jonas. You know what I'm talking about. When I called you to help Dinah and me, I only did because I knew you didn't want to be publicly humiliated for being a major contributor to The Clinic and what their primary job was, and I knew that I was going to have to expose a lot of stuff to get myself and Dinah out of there had you chosen to not help me. I was counting on your arrogance and pride to kick in so that you would intervene and get us out without me having to destroy The Clinic and everyone associated with it ..." Ian lowered his eyes and his voice, "... but I had no idea you would take it that far."

"I haven't the slightest notion as to what you're talking about, Ian. Have an affair with Aurora Pritchett? Are you insane?? I love Molly and I love the kids and I love this job. Why would I risk all that for a piece of ass and a piece of The Clinic?" 

"Because she was ... is ... a beautiful woman. Smart. Charismatic. And a damn good lay. That's why. And because she had influential clients that she could manipulate to further your career. As for your piece of The Clinic, that, my dear Uncle, was completely financial. You are nothing if not a shrewd businessman."

"You have no proof."

"I have proof that you fucked her. And that your henchmen fucked her. I have proof of where Damian's body is. And I bet that warehouse is in your company's name, isn't it?! I have copies of all the financial holdings of The Clinic as well, and your name is all over that ... I'm sure the press would be very interested to know what you sink your money into since you are a big pro-choice proponent."

Jonas' face went white. "What do you want from me?"

"I want a guarantee. In writing. Signed in blood if you have to. I want a guarantee that you will leave me, Dinah, Arielle, and Aurora alone. We have been grateful for your help, but we no longer need it."

"And exactly what proof do you have, Ian?" Jonas' eyes narrowed. "How do I know that this is all a bluff?"

Ian brought out the manilla envelope and tossed it to Jonas. "Inside there is just a bit of the DNA samplings that they got from Aurora once she was brought in. They found hair, skin under her nails, semen ... it's all there."

"Ah, but they have nothing to compare it to."

"They didn't until the other night, when you fucked Dinah. I took her panties from that night to the lab, and they isolated your DNA. You'll be interested to know, Jonas, that your DNA matched one of the sets in Aurora's rape kit. As for the others, I have a pretty good idea just from the little time I worked around here which ones those profiles might belong to. I'm sure the police would be interested to check them out ..."

Jonas smirked. "Wasn't your DNA present? Couldn't you have framed yourself?" 

"No. We hadn't fucked for weeks prior to this. I was trying to leave her. Damian's was present, which will help to identify the blood stains that I'm sure are in the trunk of your car."

"Okay. Okay. Let's be reasonable. So, I fucked that bitch and had Python and some of the boys fuck her up good. I had her sadistic boyfriend beat to death, too. She deserved it for what she did to you. To you and Dinah. I thought you wanted me to help you!"

"Jonas, I think it's high time you go down for your crimes. There was nothing reasonable about what you did. I wanted out, but I never wanted Aurora damaged or Damian killed. I never asked for that!"

About that time, two burly men stepped into the room. "Jonas Sonheim? You are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and rape. Will you please stand and put your hands behind your back?"

"What?! I did nothing wrong! IAN! TELL THEM!"

Ian opened his shirt to reveal the wire running down his chest. "I don't have to tell them anything, Uncle. You did that yourself. Your greed and arrogance got in the way. Just like they did for Aurora." 

Jonas was led away in handcuffs, his arrest all over the newspaper the next day – much to the delight of Aurora. An independent inquiry revealed a money laundering scheme within his campaign. The scandal even made the newspaper headlines states away, squashing any chance of Jonas ever becoming a political figure even if he had been fortunate enough to escape conviction. Everyone knows, though, that he wasn't. He was sentenced to life in prison for his role in Damian's murder and Aurora's rape. 

It took a while, but the state got most of Jonas' hit squad to turn against him in exchange for plea bargains and life in prison rather than the death penalty. Python, however, never would talk. Nice months after his arrest, he sits on Death Row, still defiant and refusing all appeals. He takes responsibility for his actions, always knowing it was a matter of time before his particular brand of torture would land him in jail.

Aurora recovered and went back to school to become a rape crisis counselor. The money isn't as good as it was at the clinic, but it is a lot more satisfying. Her compassion for fellow victims is unparalleled, and she has been responsible for many women recovering their lives. Despite their differences in the past, Aurora is now Arielle's second godmother, and she became Dinah and Ian's lover just a few weeks ago. It was a joy for her to find that she could finally have orgasms without having flashbacks. 

Ian and Dinah continue to live quite happily. Arielle, now crawling, keeps them on their toes. Dinah is, once again, round with child and horny as she ever was at The Clinic. Ian and Aurora now frequently nurse from Dinah's milk-laden tits, and keep her horny pussy filled with a cock and fingers and tongues. They are pretty sure that it is Jonas' baby that Dinah is carrying but they keep that little tidbit to themselves, preferring to look forward to his arrival rather than back at his conception. 

Most evenings, you will find the three of them tangled together in the sheets, a fine sheen of sweat bathing them, out of breath, and quite thankful that their lives have fallen into place so well.