Hacked Tiara
mc; mg; mdom; preg
Jonathan disconnected the tiara from his computer and sat back for a moment. The tiara had been his mother's. He'd never met his mother, as she had died having him. She'd had a heart condition, and labor had been too much for the eleven-year-old girl. His father, who was also his uncle, had thrown himself into his work after that, and Jonathan had pretty much grown up alone.
Since he'd started puberty, he'd developed a fascination with young pregnant girls, which thanks to The Tiara Room, there were lots around for him to fantasize over. There were several in his class, attending naked and pregnant. One of the girls in his class was even about to have her second child. Of course, since they had tiaras, for everyone but their masters it was look but don't touch. Very few boys his age were masters. Most masters were at least sixteen, and most in their twenties or thirties.
Today was Jonathan's thirteenth birthday, and he intended to give himself a treat. In his apartment building there was a girl who used to have a tiara. She was even in his class. He didn't know how Abby had lost her tiara. He'd only seen her wearing it once, when she'd returned from living with her uncle. She'd been about six or seven months pregnant, and unusual for someone with a tiara in good weather, wearing a shirt.
True, it hadn't been her shirt. It had been a long men's red plaid flannel shirt, which had been unbuttoned. He'd taken the elevator up with her and Agnes the security guard, getting off at the eighth floor while she went up to the penthouse apartment up on the twelfth floor. Abby's family was the richest in the building.
The next time he'd seen her, the tiara was gone. She'd been in the fitness room, wearing only a sports bra, as she jogged on the treadmill. He saw her there a lot. She might have been pregnant, but she wasn't sedate. She ran, she swum, and she did pull ups. Even as she got closer and closer to giving birth, she kept up her exercise. She certainly didn't have a heart condition.
Jonathan had also been there when Abby had went into labor. They'd actually been stuck in the east elevator together, on their way back from the library, when her water broke. He'd panicked a bit, which she understood, once she'd heard about how he came into the world, but he managed to calm down enough to catch the baby. Abby had asked what his mother's name was, as she held her newborn, waiting for them to open the stuck doors. That's why the baby shared his mother's name.
Since she'd given birth, he'd seen Abby around dressed in a lot more than her nursing bra, though he still saw her nearly naked in the apartment building. A week ago, he'd started school again, and been completely surprised to see her fully dressed in his own seventh grade class. And she was smart! The only one in his classes that could really challenge him really.
That's when he started to look around and realized that so many of the girls in his class seemed to be so dumb in comparison. Some of them had been in Jonathan's league, once upon a time. He had begun to think that they had been stripped of some of their smarts at the same time as they had been stripped of their clothes.
That's when he'd started to investigate the tiaras, and discovered the small port inside the battery chamber. He'd spent every night since hacking into the program, finding out what each little part did. It turned out that there was a lot of blocking you could do, that had that side effect. You could counter it, but Jonathan doubted many did. When Jonathan had finished his programming, he was sure that his tiara wouldn't make any girl stupid, and might even make them smarter. It would still do what it was supposed to, give him a naked girl, willing to let him knock her up.
Jonathan put in a brand new battery and closed up the compartment. He caught a glimpse of himself in his dresser's mirror, and decided that he really should shower and dress up before Abby arrived.
Abby had been a bit surprised when Jonathan Swift had invited her over to study. She was a young mother. She didn't get invited any where. True, Jonathan had been an exercise partner since she had escaped from Uncle Jeb's farm, pregnant with Amanda. He'd even helped deliver her baby when they'd been trapped in the East elevator. She was never using the East elevator again, even if they'd replaced the whole unit. The eleven-year-old had found herself in the same class, as she'd skipped sixth grade.
She really didn't know much about Jonathan, even though they lived in the same apartment building. She knew that the day was his birthday, the first boy in her class to become a teenager. Abby also knew that he lived with just his father in a two bedroom apartment on the eighth floor. That was about it, though.
Abby hadn't expected that she'd be even able to visit. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd concealed that his father wasn't going to be home, when she asked, but her mother had agreed to watch Amanda until after lunch, which Jonathan had promised to take her out for. She wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Three, four hours away from having to take care of her baby was a necessary relief if she was going to stay sane.
So, she'd dressed up in one of her favorite dressy outfits. She put on the long green stockings that went up to her knees, the matching satin green panties, and her best bra. It didn't match. She couldn't find a nursing bra that matched. Then she slid on the cream blouse, followed by the green jacket. After spending so much time naked and pregnant, Abby liked to get dressed, for as long as she could stand. She still got an urge to undress, and spent a lot of time nearly naked in the apartment, but she could dress up again, and liked to look good.
She stopped in front of the mirror, before she left her room. You couldn't tell she'd been pregnant anymore. Abby had worked hard to regain her figure. She kept herself very fit, and intended to pass that virtue down to her children. It was very unlikely that she'd have just Amanda. She hoped she'd be at least twenty before she had another though.
Jonathan had long seen naked girls, and liked seeing them, but until Abby had arrived at his apartment's door, he hadn't realized how sexy a dressed girl could be. The way her blouse was open under the jacket, pointing down to her swollen breasts, the slight dampness revealed when she'd taken off the jacket, where her nipple had leaked a bit of her breast milk ... it had him hard.
He'd pulled out the chair for her, as they sat down to study. They started with Biology, Jonathan looking forward to studying her personal biology. They quizzed each other on the chapter on cellar structure, Jonathan's mind half split on figuring out how to put the tiara on her. It wasn't until he got up to get some snacks that he found a way.
He approached her from behind, tiara hidden under the tray of snacks. Putting down the tray, he quickly slid the tiara on, following the hands that had just pushed back her long hair. As he sat back down beside her, he smiled, watching the amethyst jewel start to glow.
Abby felt the tiara slide onto her head. It was a very familiar feeling, one she'd felt daily while she lived with her Uncle Jeb. She looked up at Jonathan with a betrayed expression, as he sat back down. She couldn't remove the tiara. No girl could remove a tiara during programming, not after they had already worn one.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked.
"Nothing you need to worry about, Abby," Jonathan replied, as she began to unbutton her blouse. "After all, you've already been through this once."
"Yes, and in case you haven't realized, my Dad released me from the last tiara," Abby said, opening her blouse. "He didn't want me ignorant, isolated, and incessantly impregnated."
"Well, I want you smart," Jonathan said, ticking them off on his fingers. "I'm not taking you away from any where. As for incessantly impregnated, well I kind of like naked pregnant girls. That's why I reprogrammed Mom's tiara for you."
"So that's why I'm stripping," Abby said, as she pushed her blouse off her shoulders. It slid down between the back of the chair, resting between her bottom and the spindles holding up the chair back. "I'd have to say that you lack skill in arranging it. When I lost my clothes at The Tiara Room, I didn't even realize that I'd left my shorts and panties in the restroom."
"I decided to do it a bit differently," Jonathan replied, as Abby reached around her back to unfasten her bra. "You can't keep your clothes on when you're alone with me unless I tell you to keep them on. If I told you to take them off in public, you wouldn't realize I'd told you." The bra dropped to the floor. "It looks like you're leaking a bit. I saved most of the programming space I needed to do to keep you smart."
"Keep me smart?" Abby asked, raising her bottom, resting her weight on her legs at the edge of the seat, so she could push her skirt and panties down. "If you're going to knock me up all the time, I'd think you'd want me dumb enough to let you." She rocked back down to rest her now naked behind on the seat, and pushed her skirt and panties off her legs.
"You can keep the socks on, I kind of like them," Jonathan said, as Abby kicked off her shoes. "That's what makes it complicated. So much of it was brute force to make you obey. Oh, the initial stripping in The Tiara Room was a work of art, that I'll never match, but the daily suppression of your resistance ... so many side effects. Of course, I was looking at thirteen-year-old programming, so they might have improved it since.
"Tell me, when you were with your Uncle Jeb, is there anything, anything at all, that you did that you habitually did before? Did you exercise, read, or sing?"
Abby thought about it for a moment. The six months she lived with her Uncle Jeb were not times that she thought much about. Part of her mind had been suppressed then, and as she thought back to the time, the memories were all colored by what her subconscious mind had been unable to tell her. The tiara had prevented her from doing so much. She had wanted to run, she had wanted to read, she had wanted to go to school.
While she wore the tiara at Uncle Jeb's her desires had been suppressed, replaced with her uncle's choices. She kept herself ready for him, often feeling her naked pussy until it got wet. She'd sucked his cock. She had sex with him. She even had to pee in front of him. For some reason it was that fact that embarrassed Abby the most.
"No," Abby finally replied, looking down at her nearly naked body. She was surprised that she wasn't feeling up her pussy.
"You weren't Abby, you were your Uncle's mindless human broodmare," Jonathan said, standing up. "I don't want a mindless broodmare, I want Abby."
Abby couldn't stop herself from standing up herself and kissing him, right on the lips at those words. She'd never actually kissed anyone like that before. She lost herself in that kiss, his arms drawing her naked body close. She felt his pants sliding down to the floor. His hard cock pressed against her belly, making her feel a knot of warmth, no arousal, in her belly.
It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her pussy. She remembered the feeling, and how it felt so good inside her. Jonathan was no Uncle Jeb. He wasn't going to repress her. He was just going to keep making babies in Abby's womb. A desire for Jonathan to fill her pussy, to make her womb swell with his babies, blossomed in Abby's mind.
Their kiss broke, and Abby said breathlessly, "I want to be your Abby. Fill my wet little pussy. Put your baby in my belly."
"Okay," Jonathan said, dropping her down onto the sofa. He slid between her legs, spreading them before his cock found its proper home inside her pussy.
She'd experienced pleasure before, when her Uncle Jeb had taken her, but that pleasure wasn't the same. As Jonathan filled her pussy, the pleasure was somehow more real. It was as if what she'd experienced before had been detached from her, as if it had happened to someone else. She felt her orgasm coming, strong, hard, and overwhelming. Then Jonathan came inside her, almost too early to trigger the peak she so desired.
Jonathan collapsed on top of her, his spent cock softening inside her. Unlike Uncle Jeb, Jonathan kissed her again. Abby returned the kiss, and wrapped her legs around Jonathan. Their kisses got more involved, and soon the cock inside her was not getting soft anymore.
The second time lasted a lot longer, Abby reaching her peak multiple times, something that had never happened with her Uncle Jeb. She wanted Jonathan inside her in a way that hadn't been with her uncle. When he'd finally pulled out of her, her pussy leaking his seed, only the exhaustion from their joining prevented her from asking for another round.
Jonathan looked at the nearly naked sleeping girl laying on the sofa. Seeing Abby there, his seed having leaked a bit from her pussy, despite the pillow he'd put under her bottom, had him hard again. He knew that he would be able to take her anytime he wanted to, now that she wore the tiara that he'd given her. He hoped that no one would take it off her, like her father had taken her uncle's off her.
There was a real chance that this was going to be the last time he would be able to have sex with Abby. Of course, he had a very good chance that he'd been successful already at putting his baby inside her. The tiara's jewels told him that much. Getting a girl pregnant generally gave you the right to control her mind.
Jonathan wondered how Sister Mary Margaret would react to her star pupil arriving to school naked with Jonathan's seed leaking from her on Monday. She'd probably expect Abby to be stupid, like the other girls, but Abby wouldn't be. She'd be the smartest in class still.
Abby stirred a bit on the couch. It looked like she was waking up.
"Ready to resume studying?" Jonathan asked as she opened her eyes.
Abby was surprised that Jonathan had insisted that she shower and get dressed before they walked to the burger place near the Metro station. True, he'd not let her put her panties on again, but you really couldn't tell that. As she ate the double cheese burger and fries that he'd treated her to, she pondered her situation.
Wearing a tiara again, and looking around at other girls with tiaras, she realized that this time was really different. All the other girls she could see with tiaras were naked, as it was a very warm September day. Most of them were visibly pregnant. Several were nursing babies. One girl who had just walked by appeared to have been taken just a little bit ago, given the cum leaking from her pussy, just like it would have been from her, if she hadn't showered.
She was probably going to end up having another baby, soon. Dad could take the tiara off her, and let the programming fail, but what Jonathan had said he was doing to her, that was almost what her father said was the idea master. She knew her cycle, too, and Jonathan's timing was good. Thanks to Jonathan, she wanted to have babies, soon. She recalled wanting to wait, to put some time at least between babies, and she'd put a little, but now, she didn't want to. As the last president's daughter had said, girls should have babies early and often. Tessa hadn't gone a full month without being pregnant during her father's term.
"Want to get ice cream before going home?" Jonathan suddenly asked.
Abby smiled her acceptance. She was his.
Jonathan was living it fear, now that he'd returned to his family's apartment. His study date had really gone well. He'd had sex with Abby, filling her three times. They'd gone out for burgers and ice cream, and he felt that they were even well prepared for Monday's Life Sciences test. He certainly wouldn't forget the searing kiss she'd given him before entering her apartment, leaving him weak kneed leaning against the wall.
That state had ended with his quick retreat, after Abby's father had opened the door. He saw Abby's new tiara, and told Jonathan, "We will talk." Abby had been quickly brought in to that apartment, and the door slammed shut. That slam had been like a starter's gun, sending him running down the hall, down the stairs, down his floor's hall, fumbling the key, and then finally catching his breath leaning against the door.
Once he'd caught his breath, Jonathan had cleaned up all signs of what he and Abby had spent the morning doing. She'd left her science book and panties behind. He folded up the panties, and hid them in his dresser. The science book, however, lay on top of the table. He thought that he should return it, but he couldn't face Malichi Hawthorne.
The door chime rang. The catalog had labeled it as simply J. S. Bach, MWV 565, and when Jonathan's father had chosen it, Jonathan had felt that it really wasn't the best choice, and not at all appropriate. Now that ten seconds of Johann Sebastian Bach, Bach-Werke-Verzeichnis number five hundred sixty-five, was a sign of Jonathan's doom. It was after all, the most famous work in the organ repertoire, the Toccata and Fugue in D minor.
Jonathan opened the door, and before he could get a single word out to Abby's father, he ordered in a baritone rumble, "I want to see how you programmed my daughter Abigail, now."
Jonathan couldn't say a single word as he led Abigail's father to his computer in his fortunately cleaned up room.
"Neat and clean," Malichi Hawthorne said. "I admire that trait in children, and expect it in all my offspring. I shall review this. Go somewhere else."
Jonathan knew right then and there that he'd keep his room clean for the rest of his life. He went back to the dining room table where he had studied with and stripped Abigail. He couldn't use her preferred diminutive, not with her father apparently ready to strangle him.
It had to be an hour or two, though the clock only showed ten minutes pass, before Abigail's father came out of Jonathan's room. He was smiling. Jonathan wasn't sure what that meant. Was he going to be doomed, or was he going to, hope beyond hope, going to be able to continue with Abigail?
"After what I just read of your programming, I'm going to be looking in to offering you an internship at BKC," Malichi said. "That was some damn good work. I don't think I've ever seen such subtle programming. My daughter is downright lucky that someone with your abilities gave her a tiara."
Jonathan was beside himself. He'd never dreamed that he might have a chance to work with the genius at Baker, Kidd, and Contra-Strauss. They were behind the whole science and laws that had created and controlled the minor mind control girls for procreation after the plague. He'd thought he was in big trouble for taking Abby without asking her father, and now he might get an internship at BKC?
"Now, I would have loved if you'd asked first," Malichi continued, "but you did a good job. In fact, what you programmed for Abby was better than what I'd been looking for. My daughter did not have a good experience with her Uncle Jeb. With you, however, she's still my daughter, the tomboy who's at the top of her class. She might not get to play soccer again, with you keeping her belly full, due to the risks, but she'll be on the cross country and track teams, I'm sure.
"Now, I don't want you to make any more changes to Abby's programming. I want to see how it plays out. I will probably be asking you to program her sisters' tiaras, once I find the boys for them. I'm not going to give them to men, not after what my own brother did to Abby. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Jonathan said, somehow feeling as if he should stand and salute.
"Good," Malachi said. "I expect you to spend tonight in Abby's bedroom. She really should have another few doses of your seed if you're going to knock her up this cycle."
"Yes, sir," Jonathan said. Then noticing that Abby's father appeared to be done, he picked up her textbook. "Abby left this behind, and I think she wanted to study a bit more for Monday's test."
The moment the door closed behind Jonathan, leaving him alone with Abby in her room ... well, alone if you didn't count her baby Amanda, which fortunately Jonathan had programmed her not to ... Abby started to take off all of her clothes for him.
Abby had enjoyed finally being able to sit in the living room with her family without having to undress. It was nice to have a bit of a sense of modesty again. When she and Jonathan had been out for lunch, and she'd been without her panties, she had actually felt a need to make sure that their lack had not been seen. She hadn't had a problem baring her breast to nurse Amanda, though.
As she stripped off her clothes, much like she had at Jonathan's, she watched Jonathan do the same. For the first time she saw his body entirely naked. He was a very fit boy, having spent many an afternoon in the fitness room at the same time as she had. There was actually a bit of muscle showing, though he wasn't as muscle bound as the wrestlers and football players who had been showing off their stuff during Abby's seventh period gym class at school. With his hard cock pointing at her, Abby found herself, frozen in place, her eyes locked on the organ that she knew she was going find buried inside her pussy.
Three times it had filled her pussy before, but until now she had not got a look at it. It actually looked bigger than her Uncle Jeb's. The first time she'd felt it against her naked belly before he'd taken her on the sofa. The second time had followed the first, but the third time, she'd been nearly fully dressed, too. She'd just finished her ice cream, and they'd just seen a man take his naked very pregnant girl in the middle of the park. Jonathan hadn't been able to resist lifting her skirt, taking out his cock, and taking her against the park bench.
Now she was completely naked, open to his gaze. This was the way she knew she was supposed to be. Any girl with a tiara knew she was supposed to be naked with their master, ready to be filled with his seed. Her pussy was so wet and ready for him. She craved the feeling of him filling her womb with his baby. She could not wait for her belly to swell with child again.
Abby fell back onto her bed. In the back of her mind, she knew this was not part of what she wanted for her life. She wanted to play soccer again. She wanted to be on the team, and maybe be good enough to play professionally. That wasn't going to happen, not with her belly swelling with baby after baby again.
Abby didn't resist, she welcomed Jonathan's cock inside her. She cried out for more, for Jonathan to knock her up, to put his baby inside her. Throughout the night, they did it, resting between times. She couldn't even think to stop it while Jonathan was in her bed. She was naked, and going to be pregnant.
The very next morning, after her shower, Abby held the morning after pregnancy test. Her thin figure was doomed again. She was going to be a waddling around naked and pregnant pre-teen again. Her day with Jonathan had doomed her just like her dinner with Uncle Jeb had. This time, she was sure that there was going to be no escape.
Jonathan could have let Abby enter class in the same type of outfit as she had worn before. But he wanted to show that he'd got a girl, and was putting his baby inside her. So she was naked, and for the first time exercising her right to bring her baby with her. Amanda was even nursing from her mother's breasts. Jonathan had taken her right before the home room bell rang, so they smelled of sex, and his seed leaked from her nether lips.
He'd seen the disappointment in Sister Mary Margaret's expression when Abby had arrived that way. He'd also seen the surprise when Abby participated in the discussion just like usual during Social Studies. When Abby turned in her Science test, right before Jonathan had, Sister Mary Margaret had marked it quickly. A hundred and three graced the top of the test.
Jonathan had only received a ninety-eight. Sister Mary Margaret had thanked him.
During lunch, he'd to take Abby again, after she'd treated him with one of her searing kisses. There was no way that Abby was going to escape getting pregnant again and again. Not as long as she kept giving him those kisses. He'd keep getting her knocked up for a decade or two just because of those kisses. Jonathan considered that he might have programmed himself to keep it up, just by making her want to kiss him, and only him.
