I stumbled down the hallway, pulled along by the rope tied around my neck. Well, I thought it was a hallway at least. I couldnât really tell, blindfolded as I was.
I heard a door being opened and felt the familiar change in pressure that told me Iâd entered a much larger room. It was warmer than the hallway was, but a shiver ran through me anyways. The man holding my rope brought me to a sharp halt. After a moment, I heard a series of slow, measured footsteps walking towards me. âThis is the one?â
His voice was deep, and sounded keenly interested. The man holding my rope gave it a little tug, then let go. âYes sir.â I felt a hand run through my hair, then a finger trace my bottom lip. I let my mouth gently part and darted out my tongue to brush against it. The deep voice chuckled.
âSheâs a little smart ass isnât she,â he asked, slipping his thumb into my mouth and using it to hold down my tongue. If I couldâve smiled, I would have.
âYes,â came the dry response.
The thumb started stroking my tongue and I felt my saliva begin to drip from my parted lips. I tried not to fidget as I felt arousal start to burn in my lower abdomen. âTell me about her. Good breeding stock?â
âExcellent,â the man who had been holding my rope responded. His voice was clinical. âHer womb is very fertile, and sheâs just begun ovulating.â
The man with the deep voice hummed. His hand left my mouth and traveled down, wrapping around my throat. âWhereâd we get her from again?â He didnât squeeze, not quite. It almost seemed like he was measuring. I shifted, biting my lip as I realized my nipples were hard and brushing against the thin cotton dress I wore.
âActually, you got her second-hand from Johnson,â the voice said wryly. âThe surprising part is that as far as we can tell, sheâs still a virgin.â
âReally now,â the deep voice murmured. His hands, which I realized just then were very large, squeezed my tits. My toes curled. âWith a body like this?â His hands travel down until they were spread across my waist, then moved to cover my trembling belly. There was a moment of silence.
âIs she to your liking, sir?â the first voice, which I realized must have been some sort of servant or employee given how deferentially he spoke, asked. There was a hum from the deep voice.
Suddenly his hand dipped down and cupped my pussy through the thin fabric of my dress. I rolled my lips as I felt the warmth and weight of his hand sink into my skin. A squeal slipped out from between my lips when he took one finger and started exploring my slit with the fabric still as a barrier. His finger slid through my folds, and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper in me with each movement of his hand. Thin cotton met my most intimate part, my wet little hole, and I gasped as the deep voice began to finger me through my dress. I whimpered as he slid his finger in and out, the rough fabric softened by my slick. Then he paused and, carefully, pulled his finger out of me, leaving the hem of my dress stuck up my tight hole. The feeling of cotton inside me was an odd one and I shifted my hips, the fabric shifting along with me.
I stood like that, cheeks warm and feeling embarrassed, for I donât know how long. But eventually the deep voice made a decision. âSheâs nice and tight,â he said, tugging on the hem of my dress until it slipped out of me. I could feel the wet patch stick to my legs. âLetâs go ahead and get her strapped in.â
Cold hands laid themselves on my shoulders and immediately guided me further into the room. I tried not to stumble or fall, even though I was blindfolded. I couldnât stop the yelp that escaped my lips as I was suddenly brought to a halt and spun around, feet stumbling as my body was manipulated by cool, firm hands. I was laid down on what felt like a wooden table, and with my balance thrown off I could only let myself be pushed and prodded into position.
He grabbed my left leg by the ankle and lifted my foot into the air. My cotton dress shifted up, pooling between my legs and just barely covering my center. I heard the whisper of fabric and what sounded like the clinking of a belt, then a leather strap was wrapped around my ankle, tightened, and then buckled. He moved onto my right and by the time he was done my legs were raised straight in the air in a wide V. Another pair of cuffs was strapped onto my wrists, tying my hands together above my head. I was completely restrained. Finally, like a finishing touch, the hem of my dress was folded up past my waist, leaving my bottom half exposed.
I couldnât help but shiver as I heard his even footsteps walk away. I knew what I was here for. I was a breeding bitch who had never been bred. I knew my new master would walk in at any moment and break me inâget a feel for my cunt and fill my womb with his seed for the first time. The first time any man will have taken me. Still, knowing what I was here for couldnât stop my nervousness. Well, one part nervousness and one part anticipation.
A heavy gait slowly came closer and closer. I wished I wasnât blindfolded so I could have watched him enter the room. His presence came to a rest between my legs. My breath was speeding up and starting to shake from want as the reality of the situation finally filtered through.
His hands first decided to touch my inner thighs. His palms were dry and smooth, and unbearably warm against my sensitive skin. Then, he reached out with one finger and ran the gentlest of touches over my parted slit. I couldnât help but suck in a deep breath. He continued his exploration like he hadnât even noticed my reaction. First one finger entered me, slowly exploring my virgin hole. The feeling was foreign, but I didnât necessarily dislike it; especially when he slid in a second finger and began pumping them into me. Between the thick fingers fucking me and the way he gently rubbed at my clit, I was wet and ready to be penetrated soon enough.
His fingers pulled out of me with a lewd, wet sound. He trailed them over my lower stomach, leaving a cooling snail trail of my own slick from my belly button to the top of my slit. I couldnât help but whimper, the anticipation starting to feel like too much. He sighed, then one of his hand placed itself at the junction between my hip and my thigh, holding me down. Out of nowhere, I felt the brush of his cockhead against my pussy.
âItâs been a while since Iâve bred a virgin,â he groaned, sliding his length between my slick lower lips. âYour wombs are always so eager to be filled with seed, to be fucked full of babies.â He chuckled. âLetâs see if I canât get you pregnant this first time around.â With that, he began to press his cock into my tight breeding hole. I was so nervous I couldnât help but clench tight, and he had to trouble getting my cunt to take him. I gasped as he brute-forced his way inside me, thrusting against me until I stretched around his fat cock. I whined at his roughness, at how big and foreign his dick felt inside me. Of course, he ignored me.
Using short thrusts he worked his way deeper into my pussy bit by overwhelming bit. Each thrust speared me further, made my cunt feel like it was stretched to the breaking point. After a moment, he paused. âAh, thereâs your hymen.â His hands gripped my thighs. âI love this part,â he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. With one savage jab, his cock tore my hymen. I jolted out of expected pain, but was surprised when it didnât hurt nearly as much as I expected it to.
Officially deflowering my virgin cunt only paused him for a moment, then he made one final push and sheathed his cock fully in me. I could feel every inch of him filling out my tunnel, his head pressing against my cervix. The feel of his hips pressed against my thighs and his heavy balls resting against my ass felt unbearable erotic, and I shuffled as best I could to get him closer, deeper.
With a groan he pulled out, then rocked back into me. I moaned as the friction rubbed me just the right way. Soon the air was full of the sounds of him fucking me; the slap of his hips against mine, the obscene wet sound of his cock plunging in and out of my tight pussy, our moans and heavy breathing as pleasure began to build.
As his pace increased, so did his aggression. I whimpered when he slapped my ass so hard it stung, but then he slapped me in the face and told me to, âshut up, hole.â I shut up promptly, and buried my face in my shoulder to muffle any more sounds. His hips started speeding up and one of his hands roughly grabbed my tit. âGood breeding bitches shut their mouths and open their legs whenever theyâre told to,â he growled. âYour only use is as a cumdump, a dumb hole meant only for my pleasure and to carry my offspring. You donât need to use your fucking mouth unless I tell you to suck me off. Understand?â He punctuated this with a particularly deep thrust, sending a wave of tingling pleasure up and down my raised legs.
âY-yes,â I forced myself to reply. His cock started fucking me at a faster pace, like he was pleased with my subservience. My body rocked back and forth from the force of him fucking me, my tits bouncing in time with the plunging of his cock into my wetness. There was some small shift in his position, and suddenly the bulbous head of his cock was rubbing at just the right spot to set off starbursts beneath my blindfold. No matter how hard I tried I couldnât keep my desperate noises in check.
Pressure built up low in my belly, hot and heavy and spreading through my veins. A few more thrusts against that delicious spot inside me and I came. It was like a bomb going off inside of me, every muscle tightening as that pressure exploded into white hot pleasure. I tried to keep quiet even as my orgasm dulled my senses, but I couldnât help the strained moan that slipped through my gritted teeth.
His whisper sounded like it came from a million miles away. âThatâs right bitch, cum for me. Cream yourself on my cock and get that womb of yours open and ready for my seed.â As the rush of my orgasm faded to a dull roar, I realized that his pace had increased to a frenzy level, until he was bucking into me like some uncontrollable animal. The feeling of him beating against my tight cervix helped the glow of my pleasure to prolong itself, fogging my head. I was ready to be bred, to be filled by his semen, if only he kept making me feel like that.
His pace devolved to short, deep thrusts inside me. Then, with a loud noise somewhere between a moan and a yell, I felt him cum. The feeling of it was everything I thought it would be. His twitching balls pressed tight to my ass, pumping stream after stream of hot semen into my cunt. His twitching dick, so deep inside me I felt like I could choke on it. The cum inside me, filling my vulnerable womb for the first time with a manâs seed. The debauchery, the shamelessness of it allâŠbeing filled, thatâs what I was born for. I was sure of it nowâI had only ever been put in this earth to be a breeding bitch, the wet little hole between my legs the only thing about me that had ever mattered.
Slowly, we both came down from our high. He slid his cock out of me with a wet noise and a hiss. I mourned the loss of the feeling of fullness his dick inside me provided. Now I just felt empty. My hole clenched around nothing.
Although it was the first time I had ever been bred, I knew my new master had fucked me good because not a single drop of semen leaked out of me. My legs shook, only held aloft by the cuffs around my ankles. He sighed. âWell, not bad for your first time. Still got some work to do though. Letâs see if another go will loosen up that tight cunt of yours, huh?â He slapped my pussy with a sharp laugh, then placed his hands back on my thighs. He wasnât done with me yet.
