[CW noncon, forced breeding, innocence kink, impact, generally rancid vibes]
I canāt stop thinking about a woman who knows absolutely nothing about sex because she was raised in a fundamentalist cult. When sheās betrothed to nasty man twice her age, she escapes the cult and hitchhikes her way towards the nearest big city. As night falls, her latest driver, a trucker, tells her heāll be spending the night at a truck stop and says she can sleep in his cab.
Sheās surprised when he kisses her after they bed down, but it feels thrilling and very grown-up so she lets him roll on top of her and tease her mouth with his tongue. She feels strange down in her tummy and between her legs, though she doesnāt pay it much mind until he starts squeezing her breast over her shirt.
She squeaks and squirms at how good it feels, how suddenly warm and slick it gets in her panties, but she knows itās sinful for a boy to touch any of her girl parts. She was warned specifically, her mother whispering sternly, that her large breasts could be a stumbling block if she doesnāt cover them up. The t-shirt sheās wearing now is tight, one of her younger sisterās that she grabbed accidentally in her rush to escape. She needs to steer him away from the temptation of her womanly body in such a form-fitting garment!
āYouāre not allowed to do that,ā she tells him. He laughs, but lets go. Instead, he takes a handful of her jean skirt and starts pushing it up.
She tries to wriggle away, telling him this isnāt appropriate, boys arenāt supposed to see girls naked if they arenāt married. But he doesnāt listen, just runs his rough hand up her inner thigh and shoves callused fingers under her panties.
āNo, you canāt touch my mommy parts!ā
He groans a swear word at that, and pulls his- thingy out of his pants. Sheās never seen a grown manās before, didnāt know they got so big and swollen. And why is it standing up like that?! It looks scary. Sheās barely had that thought when he starts to force it into the hot, pulsing hole between her legs.
āWhatāre you doing?!ā she squeals. āDonāt pee in me!ā
āAw, sweet girl. Iām not gonna do that. Iām just gonna use my daddy part to make you a mommy.ā
She starts to struggle. āI donāt wanna be a mommy!ā
He shoves his hand up under her shirt and grips her tummy. āBut youāre gonna look so pretty with my baby in you.ā
āNo! I donātā ah!ā Her whole body jerks as his hard daddy part goes deep into her, a painful, sparkling stretch that makes her want to squeeze her thighs together. āN-no, no, I donāt want a baby in my belly! Please stop!ā
His stubbly face scrapes across her neck, and he swears again. He shoves her shirt up further, until his big hand pushes under her bra and squeezes her bare breast.
āComing in here with these big tits, teasing me, you whore.ā He pulls her breast roughly upward and dips his head, sucking her cold-hardened nipple into his mouth. She screams, writhing as he pounds into her, bites her- her tit, fills her body with all of these new feelings.
She whimpers, āPlease, no, pleaseā¦ā until she doesnāt even remember sheās saying words, the pain inside her melting into something molten and slippery. Her struggling grows tired, perfunctory, hands limply falling on his shoulders as he bites her breast and rolls her nipple against his upper palette. He sucks it deep into is mouth, tongue massaging the underside as his hard daddy part jabs something inside her that makes her legs jerk and her throat spasm over naughty-sounding moans.
With an embarrassing pop, her tit drops from his mouth and bounces heavily on her chest, cold and shiny with his spit.
He groans. āCanāt wait to taste your milk, baby girl.ā Her mommy parts spasm and clench. He laughs deeply, squeezing her tit in his hand. āOh, you like that, huh? You greedy whore. You want these huge tits to get even bigger, huh?ā He lets goā then slaps her breast!
The noise alone makes her yelp and jump, squeezing around his hardness. He moans, then slaps her again, grazing her nipple this time. Her flinch makes her a vice around him. Lifting up on one arm, he shoves her shirt over her head. She squeals, unable to see. Then crack, he slaps her across both of her big tits, and it feels so close and hot and damp to wail like this, with the shirt clinging to her lips. She doesnāt even think to lift her hands and free herself, just lies there and makes herself tight for him every time he hits her chest.
Soon sheās sobbing, cotton sticking to her cheeks, her poor breasts stinging and hot, nipples tender.
āWh-why?ā she croaks, and tastes her own snot. āWhat did I do?ā
Crack, crack, crack, in quick succession, right on her poor nipple. Her mommy hole flutters and pulses.
āAlready told you. Made me look at these massive tits, those doe eyesā¦ howās a man supposed to control himself around a slutty thing like you?ā
He goes back to grabbing her breasts, squeezing and twisting them, making her whine. Pressure grows between her legs. She sucks in a desperate, shuddering breath, feeling like sheās suffocating in the damp air.
āStop! Please stop, I think Iām gonna pee, stopā!!ā
His mouth overwhelms her tit again. The hanging bits of his daddy parts slap her bottom, and the hard, cruel tip pushes against something inside her that makes everything light up at once, and suddenly she canāt control her body at all. Her spine whips and her mouth drops open and her neck cranes back and she wails as something burns inside her mommy parts, itās so intense, itās so good, it just keeps happening, itās been going for so long, itās too much, oh god, is it ever going to stop? What if it doesnātā āStop, stop, stopā!ā
And then it ends. Her hips cease wriggling and all her joints fall loose, limbs pooling at her sides. What was that? She wants it to happen again. But now itās extra painful and overwhelming as he slaps against her, his presence inside her crueler and clumsier than ever as her raw muscles pulse with her heart around him.
āWhat did you do to me?ā she groans.
He pants in rhythm as he punches into her. āMade- you- cum,ā he growls, puffing air between each word.
āPlease take it out. It really hurts.ā
He groans long and loud. āYeah. Beg me, slut.ā
āPlease! Please, it hurts!ā
āYeah, keepāā
So she begs. And he moans. And then suddenly he stops, and she starts to feel very hot inside. She lies motionless, shirt still over her head, breath caught in her aching chest.
āā¦Yeah, fuck yeah,ā he growls. āShot my fucking bastard in your cunt. Knocked up your womb, you whore.ā
Then he rolls off of her and almost immediately drifts to sleep.
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She ran away while he slept. He assumed he would never see her again, never know whether his seed took. Then, six months later, returning to the very truck stop where he bred her, he sees her.
She waits in the diner at the stop, with a stretch-marked belly ripening pink between her low-slung sweatpants and a too-small t-shirt that strains over her tits, even bigger now than they were before, nipples casting clear shadows even across the room. When she sees him, she freezes. Makes sense.
He raped that baby into her, after all. It canāt feel good to see him again.
Yet, she gets up and comes towards him. As she nears, itās clear sheās been crying. One of her hands lingers on her belly. His bastard.
āThey kicked me out,ā she says, voice wobbling. āThey said Iāve been impure, that- that Iāmāā
āA whore,ā he says. Heās already getting hard.
Tears spill over her cheeks as she nods. āI just need somewhere to sleep,ā she sobs. āAnd food, Iām- Iām so hungry. Just, food and a bed, and you can do whatever you want with me.ā
His eyes roam her. Whatever he wantsā¦ Heāll get her a hotter hair cut, buy her some sexier clothes. Maybe heāll have her nipples pierced, or her navel after this baby is born, before he puts the next one in her. Heās seen womb tattoos, too. That would suit her.
Yes, sheāll be the perfect breeding slut.
āCome on, Momma,ā he says, and curls a hand around her swollen waist. āDaddy will take care of you.ā
