Aleid is brood slave to the Master, friend to sex-fiend Gia.
And now she's pregnant and horny as hell.
Pregnant and Horny
Pregnancy took less time than she'd planned. Her period was due according to the moon, but was a day late and then three. She imagined she could feel herself changing, though it was early.
She attended more to Gia's licking of her nipples, enjoying it acutely, but that might just have been her vivid imagination at work.
She spent hours in the garden imagining what the whelp would look like, who's it was. It could be anybody's since only weeks had passed from her first assault.
If it was the Pirate Captains, it would be dark and thin. A sailors - squat and strong. The Master's? She imagined brutish and short with a perpetual sneer.
What of the manservant? Could she be pregnant from the treatment he'd given her?
She wasn't sure. His cock had been thoroughly inside her; his cum had flowed profusely. Any part of her insides involved with baby making had probably been drenched in it. She was doubtful, having not had a mother she was ignorant of the particulars.
She played at imagining a child dark as night and strong. She even dreamed of having Gia's child, though that was preposterous. Still having an elfin baby appealed to her in her dreams.
Gia figured it out soon, how she couldn't tell. But the next time Gia visited she took one look at Aleid lying naked and exclaimed!
Then she slipped up to her in the bed, putting one hand on her stomach, still flat and not showing.
Gia made a show of listening at her belly, then turned her head and smiled a wide smile into her eyes.
That night Gia was like a wild cat, cumming three times for her, making her cum twice. Afterward they lay in the moonlight, sweaty, limbs entwined, Gia kissing Aleid's belly absently and twirling a finger in her pussy hair, matted with girl cum.
From then Gia brought extra food - a strange rubbery cheese, some crunchy green root vegetables, occasionally a little wine. She would sing as she came in, depositing the tray and bending to kiss Aleid's belly, then skipping out again while the older maid stood blocking the door looking severe.
The cheese was salty and rich, not like the cow's milk cheeses she'd grown up with but with vivid flavor and a tangy aftertaste. She grew to like it, and looked forward to Gia's little additions to her tray.
Being strong but slight, it didn't take but a month for Aleid to show. Her bump raised the hem of her gown obscenely, looking as if she was always raising her shirt to show her sex. Gia thought it was hilarious, teasing and tugging at the blouse and releasing it to pop up, dissolving her into giggles.
Aleid soon took to leaving the garment off entirely, doing her daily functions naked but for straw sandals and a ribbon in her hair.
Whether this nakedness was the reason or not, the Master's visits did not stop or even diminish. He regularly stopped by her chamber in the evening, and whereever he found her he would wrap his arms around her from behind, stroke her belly and breasts, and then bend her over and enter her from the rear.
Her condition seemed to excite him for now he would spend a little time in fingering her cunt and explore her wetness with the tip of his cock, before settling in to stroke and cum. Still he would leave right afterward, maybe pausing to suck each tit before striding off without a word.
Trying to make herself understood to Gia, she hesitantly asked why the Master continued to cum in her even though she was pregnant. Once she got past the giggles and obscene gestures, Gia understood instantly.
"To make strong! Each time, baby stronger!"
So that was their tradition - a pregnant woman was supposed to gain vigor for the child through continued fucking and semen injection.
Aleid had no response to that. As far as she knew, it could even be true. And strong babies was the reason she was there after all - to provide beautiful girls for sale, and strong boys to crew the Master's trading ships.
Her breast began to swell long before she was to deliver. It could have been the Master's habit of massaging and sucking her after sex. In any case her tits grew unreasonably larger and her nipples darkened.
In only a few weeks she began to leak milk, first at night and then all the time.
Gia helped with this, by relieving her of her milk when she shared her bed - Gia seemed especially satisfied to drain first one tit and then the other, sucking and swallowing the increasing flow with enthusiasm.
Aleid thought Gia might even be getting a little rounder from all the extra milk she consumed.
On days Gia did not share her bed she would have to go into the garden, lean over the bench and massage her nipples herself. Once the milk started flowing it would stream by itself from her tits like a small fountain, spraying in several directions until she was drained.
Aleid hoped it was good for the flowers. At least she could sleep better without the pressure.
In her sixth month, on Sunday which she knew by the sounds of the Church and the traffic in the streets outside her wall, Gia came to her midmorning.
"You go! To Church! Master wants you!"
The oaken door was open, the older maid ready with a shawl. Stunned, Gia sliped her gown over her head and Aleid walked through into the corridor she had last seen the day of her incarceration, following the maid to the servant's entrance.
Outside was the horse and wagon, again driven by the dark manservant. He stepped down, lifted Aleid into the box like she weight nothing, and fastened her ankle with the cord.
His knots were competent and strong. She sat in the hay and the cart started off.
The Church was not far, she knew that from the sound of the bells. It was halfway down the hill their house occupied, on a small rise.
A path in front contained carriages with fine ladies and men getting out and gathering for the service. Her driver did not use the path but pulled into a lane by the cemetery.
Here was the Master already, in conversation with a group of similar men. They all had the same arrogant bearing, the same rich clothes, riding boots.
The manservant unhitched her, lifted her down and bade her approach the men. She walked the short path, wondering if she should try to run. But where? Before she could consider a plan, Master saw her, beckoned.
With one hand on her shoulder, he presented her to the group. Their eyes raked her, saw her hair, her fair skin, her swollen belly.
They looked at her, but none saw her - they saw only a fine filly, big with foal. She was property, and he was showing her off.
Whisking the shawl off her shoulders, they gasped at her near nakedness. Master bade them come forward, and they each spent a time stroking her bare belly, patting her thighs, even fingering her cunt.
One even put a finger in her mouth, drew back her lip to see her fine teeth. This man boldly grasped a breast, pulled it from her shift and squeezed expertly - sprayed her milk in an arc to land in the grass. The others spoke to the Master, congratulating him, admiring his good buy and his skill in breeding.
The Church bell rang, and the men made to go inside. She wondered what next? Would she be paraded into the building, to be shown to the good people of the town in front of the priest? Perhaps the priest would have a go at her!
But no, the manservant stepped up and took her in charge, picked up her shawl and led her back to the wagon as the service began. They were to wait here it seemed.
She looked at the man leaning on the box, clearly bored with this task. His arms were crossed, the muscles standing out in relief from his shoulders. He shifted against the wagon, and she saw movement beneath his shirt.
She flushed involuntarily, suddenly hot even in the brief garment and with the cool breeze. She made a decision.
Turning from him, she began to walk toward a small stone crypt. She heard him straighten and come for her. Stopping, she turned and gave him a look as he reached for her shoulder. She shrugged away from his hand, stepped up to him and thrust one hand down his pants.
He looked surprised, then understanding dawned. He leered, grabbed her arm and began pulling it up and down, rubbing her hand on his cock.
Beneath her hand she felt the monster stir, growing at an alarming rate, filling her hand and erupting up through the waist of his pants.
Grabbing him, her fingers barely able to wrap fully around his member, she tugged him toward the crypt like leading a bull by a rope.
The doorway was carved as two pillars entwined with flowers. Inside was a stone box, about waist-high, carved similarly. A sarcophagus.
She went in, still pulling him by his cock, sat on the box, and with one hand slipped her garment over her head.
Her light skin shone in the darkness. She could barely see his dark form in the dim enclosure, save his teeth which were displayed in a leering smile.
He dropped his pants, stepped to her. Lifting her, he turned her, bent her over the box.
Her belly was cold against the stone, her elbows bracing her, her backside presented for his enjoyment. She felt his prodigious cock probing her butt, looking for it's home.
Reaching between her legs, she grabbed him. Pulling downward, tilting her hips to expose her sex, she planted his engorged tip firmly in her cunt. He gasped, surprised again.
Moving as if to pull away, mindful of his Masters wrath, she could tell the moment the light dawned in his mind. She was already pregnant! He could have her any way he wanted, and no one would ever know.
