Living in a post apocalyptic world, deep out in nature is tough. I need to make sure I have enough food for the winter, that my livestock are safe from predators at night, and that my meager home can defend me from the monsters that lurk in the dark. Few and far between, there are ruins, full of rare resources that speak to the way the world fell, but I don't have the luxury to ponder that sort of thing. I only care about where my next meal will come from, and if I'll need to fight for my life tomorrow.
I'm low on a particular kind of stone I use to craft my arrowheads, so I need to go further afield to find them. In the distance, as the sun is starting to get low in the sky, I spot it- a merchant's cart, one of the few speckles of civilization left in the world. It has been so long since I last saw someone else that I stop in, greeting the trader with a smile that he returns.
There's a few things I can trade that he wants in exchange for a few things that will make my life easier, and the deal goes well. Unfortunately by the time its done, the sun is almost gone, and I would need to make the trek back home for miles in the dark. In that same darkness that monsters crawl out of, seeking flesh to rend. The trader can see my nervousness, and gestures me inside.
He offers to let me sleep in his bed tonight- he needs to stay up late doing his inventory anyway, and if I'm up at dawn he can sleep after I leave- it's getting colder out anyways and he preferred to travel at noon when the sun was warmest. I graciously accept, setting down my things so they're out of the way and falling asleep quickly in the warm bed.
As it turned out, I should've taken my chances with the monsters.
As soon as I'm sleeping soundly, the merchant locks the door to the wooden caravan, and strips himself down. I sleep too deeply in the comfortable bed to notice him climbing in with me, undoing my clothes and fondling my cunt. It isn't until he's buried his cock inside me and kneading one of my tits that I wake up with a jolt.
"Shh," he tells me when I try to struggle, holding me down. "This is payment for me keeping you safe tonight. I can still throw you out if you dont take it."
I know he's right, and afraid of what lurks in the dark I let him rape my cunt. I've got tears in my eyes as he uses me like a sex toy, pinching my nipples to make me squirm on his cock. It feels like forever that he uses me, murmuring that I'm a whore and that I'm born to take his cock. When he starts talking about how he's going to fill me with his cum I struggle again, but he just laughs and pins me down.
"Struggle all you want," he sneers, "it's just going to make you tighter for me."
I openly sob when I feel his cum against my cervix, flooding my womb. He fucks me through his orgasm, and when he's done, he gets up and goes back to what he had actually been doing.
I eventually fall back asleep, hyper aware of the monsters inside and outside of the wagon.
I leave at dawn, but not before he gropes me again and say if I ever realize what I'm really meant for I can come back to him. I don't respond and just take off home.
Winter that year is mild, thankfully. I had cut enough firewood to last me, and I had more than enough stock of food to last me... Despite my increased appetite. I noticed quickly that I was softer around the middle, but don't put the pieces together until spring comes and I've started showing. The nightmarish events of that supply run left me pregnant with my rapists baby. And I was all on my own, having to fend for myself. I had no other choice.
My daily chores become harder. Getting the firewood I need almost impossible as time goes on, but I manage it. It takes me from sun up to sun down some days, but I survive. At least, until a predator breaks into my livestock pens, and leaves me with nothing. I think I can manage alright on just my vegetables for the year, until a fungus kills them all. I have nothing, and as I look out into the distance, I know I don't have a choice.
Merchants in the area tend to return to their old parking areas often. I knew where to find him, head low in defeat. I don't see his grin when he sees me pregnant, nor do I see how hard I've made him. But he ushers me inside like we were old friends, and asks me to explain what brings me here. I tell him about the predator in the pens, and the crop failures. How I will likely die if I don't get some help.
"And your pregnancy?" He asks. I look at him confused. He just grins. He wants me to say it.
I pause for a long time, and scowl, but eventually comply. "You did that to me."
"Did I?" He asks, as if he didn't know that already, reaching out to rub my belly with one hand. "Oh that's right!" With the other hand, he grabs something I don't see from one of his shelves, before wrapping it around my throat. Letting go of my belly he clicks it shut, collaring me with a lock and hooking it to a chain attached to the wall, just long enough that I could reach everything in the wagon comfortably.
"I told you," he said with almost a purr to his tone, "If you realized what you're meant for you could come back to me. I'll take care of you- as long as you let me use you as the sex toy you are for your meals and a bed to sleep in, and keep birthing my babies, I'll take good care of you."
