"You're pregnant."
Dinah thought she had been prepared for those words since she accepted her plight at the clinic; but when she actually heard the doctor utter them, they hit her hard. The breath rushed from her and her knees buckled.
"QUICK, IAN! CATCH HER!" Dr. Emerson shouted as he saw Dinah begin to slip toward the floor.
Ian caught Dinah by the waist and hefted her up onto the exam table. He stepped aside so that the doctor could re-examine her and make sure there was no reason for her fainting that would bring harm to the baby. To HIS baby.
"There, there, Dinah," the doctor said, hovering just over her left shoulder. "I know this is a scary thing for you, being so young and all. I can assure you that we will take good care of you. We need to get you on some vitam...."
Dinah's brain had gone numb. She heard very little of what the doctor had to say. She had been through so much at the clinic already: forcible defloration and subsequent frequent inseminations by her "breeder", the stimulation of her breasts to produce milk, the scheduled pumping of that milk, the introduction to lesbianism – and now, pregnancy. Her mind whirled with terror over how her body would now be changing, and what kinds of sexual deviancies would await her.
Ian watched Dinah's face very carefully. Although his mandate at the clinic was to impregnate this lovely young girl, he was also cautioned to not become emotionally attached. These girls are given the option after their first birthing to leave the clinic, and the majority of them do so. Ian had an idea, however, that Dinah was different. He couldn't put a finger on why he felt that way, but he was sure that Dinah wouldn't be leaving after this little bundle of joy arrived.
The clinic OB/GYN gave Ian a handful of pill bottles: one was a prenatal vitamin, one was a milk stimulator, another to stimulate libido. The latter two were developed on site at the clinic – their successes and failures highly documented. The doctor gave Dinah shots once again in her breasts and a shot in her hip and sent her out of the clinic wing on the arm of a rather proud Ian.
"I knew we could do it, Di," said Ian softly. "I can't wait to get you back to our breeding cell and show you how excited I am to have a baby on the way."
Dinah thought it ironic that Ian would even speak of the baby, considering that it was already spoken for on the open market and that she and Ian would never be true parents. She kept her face turned away for fear that he would see both the fear and the loathing in her eyes. She hated this place, hated this man for what he had placed in her body against her will. And she was wholly terrified of what would become of her.
Back at the breeding cell, Ian ushered Dinah in with a grand, sweeping motion. He carefully went over her medication schedule, and then began the task of stripping Dinah naked.
"I won't be able to fuck you the normal way for a few weeks, so we will have to find other ways to make sure you get the cum that your body craves ..."
Dinah's fear mounted as she saw Ian take out a large tube of lubricant. He placed the triangular-shaped bolster in the bed and told Dinah to position her hips over the apex of the bolster. Dinah knew better than to press her luck with Ian, so she did as she was instructed. Ian then shackled Dinah's knees and ankles to the bed frame.
"We're gonna try something new today, little girl. You can either make this easy, or make it difficult, but either way it's going to happen ..." Ian's voice trailed off as he pulled on a rubber glove and began to lube it.
"HEY!" Dinah jumped as Ian's cold fingers found her anal pucker.
"Just hold still ..."
Ian worked one finger into Dinah's ass. The realization of what Ian was about to do to her finally registered in her brain. She began to struggle, but the bindings held her legs too tightly. She raised up to look at Ian, but she could do little else but remain on all-fours as Ian's unoccupied hand grabbed her roughly at the back of her neck, preventing her from rising up all the way.
"You might as well not fight me. I'm stronger than you and you don't want me to have to bind you more tightly than I already have."
"AAAGGGGGG!!!" Dinah cried as Ian plunged his finger into her asshole. He held her neck savagely as she tried to buck free from his grip.
Ian massaged in and out of her asshole, feeling it loosen slightly. He also felt her give up her fight, and so he let go of her neck and grabbed the tube of lubricant, squirting some on his hand and this time sinking two fingers into her anal ring. The pain renewed the fight in Dinah and she again began to struggle; Ian gripped her neck hard once again.
"Plllleeeaaaseeee, Ian. Please stop! You're hurting me!!" She cried piteously as he sawed his fingers carefully in and out of her asshole, feeling her body grip his fingers and squeeze rhythmically.
"I haven't begun to hurt you yet, my dear. Wait until I sink my cock into your ass. But by then you will be begging me to fuck you. You're already beginning to hump back on my hand just a little bit ..."
She hadn't noticed it until just then, but she was swaying a bit. Ian once again relaxed his grip on Dinah's neck and moved his other hand to her pussy, finding her clit which was now engorged and standing at attention.
"AAAaaaahhhh, yessss. Look at the little soldier! Your clit wants to be touched. Shall I?" His condescending remarks had a very definite effect on Dinah: her body was twitching even before he touched her.
"GGGGggggmmmmmmm..." Dinah gurgled into the mattress as Ian continued to finger fuck her ass and began his assault on her clit. His intentions were to bring her to the brink several times before he pushed his cock into her and gave her a cum enema.
After the third near-orgasm, Dinah was panting, her body shone with a sheen of sweat. She felt Ian's body weight move from the bed and she rose, trying to get a glimpse of what he was doing.
"I would keep my head down if I were you, little girl. Otherwise I shall tie it down."
She heard the distinct rustle of cotton clothing that had been starched to perfection. Even though he only wore scrubs, Ian was meticulous about how they were ironed and creased just so. She always thought that ironic considering that he spent a good deal of his day out of them.
She felt the bed shift again, and the familiar heat of Ian's body as it drew near to her. He leaned over her: "Your asshole is open to me now .." he said, plunging his fingers back into her, "and it is ready for my cock. You need the juice in my balls. You need to cum. We are going to satisfy both needs. You have not ever cum before until you cum with a cock up your ass .."
