It was dark, darker than usual in the room we'd been kept for what felt now like months. It honestly couldn't have been more than a few days but it had always been dark down here, impossible to tell day from night. I know I'm not alone here, I hear others breathing around me, occasional squirming to try and get out of the restraints we'd been placed in. We, or at least I, had woken up to find myself in this dark room on my knees, a cold metal bar over the backs of my ankles and calves so I wasn't able to stand; though not for lack of trying. My hands are flat to the surface beneath me. A floor? A table? Who knows? With cuffs around both wrists, more metal bars there to stop me from moving my hands. I'm also naked, the cold air of the room invading every part of me, chilling and yet warming. We dare not speak for fear of what might be in the room with us. This couldn't be a good situation; to just wake up in the middle of a dark room strapped down.
I'm Alicia, just barely twenty-three, no partner, no children, just me. I'd been drinking out at my usual bar, stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and that's all I remember before I woke up here. No memory of anyone approaching me or anything of the sort. I just woke up here. I lift my head slightly as if to look around at the others around me, knowing I wouldn't be able to see them. I desperately wish to know who they are, what they're doing here and why there's more than one of us. Surely one of the girls here would know? But still I said nothing. I shift a little, trying to take some of the pressure off my hands and knees, to no avail. I sigh and drop my head again. There are two bowls before me; one with water, the other with something that resembles porridge. I eat from the second bowl until I finish it, knowing more will come in the next hour or two and take a drink from the water.
Almost as soon as I finish doing this, a little light filters into the room, maybe from a door. A shadow passes through the light before it vanishes again, leaving the room in complete blackness. I hear faint footsteps around the room and a soft sigh every few seconds from a different female mouth. I puzzle over this as I hear it, until I feel something rub over the lips of my bare, exposed pussy. I gasp at the sudden intrusion and understand what had happened. This had happened to the other girls as well. Whatever had touched me, possibly a gloved hand, moved away and seconds later, light flares in the room; strong and powerful. I snap my eyes closed at the sudden brightness and slowly open them again, giving me time to adjust.
The room is completely white, nothing but the large round table we're strapped to is any different. Even the cuffs and bars had been painted white. I look around to see five other girls around me, all of us positioned in a circle, all in the same position as I am. A few of the girls had large, swollen stomachs; others were flat, like me. There was nothing else in the room but the table other than a few strange-looking machines dotted around randomly. I frowned, not understanding yet, though I would in time. No two of us were alike, all different shapes, sized, eye and hair colours, large or small breasts, old and young. The youngest of us must have been about eighteen or nineteen, the eldest looking around her early forties. She was one who had a swollen stomach, as was the youngest and a girl that looked to be about my age, possibly a bit older was the other. Again, there were size differences in their stomachs.
"Good morning, girls." Came a deep voice, obviously the one who had turned on the lights and touched us when he first came in. He stepped around so that I could see him. Short, dark hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Tall and muscular without being bulky, dressed only in a pair of black jeans and leather gloves. This confirmed my suspicions from when I'd been touched. "It's wonderful to see that you're all eating and drinking well, especially my three favourite beauties." I watched as he moved to rub the stomach of the three I'd noticed before. "My children are growing well, I see. Not long now for you, Harriet." He stayed with the eldest woman a little longer than the others, stroking her stomach fondly. "You'll be giving birth within the next few weeks, it will be wonderful." He let go of her and moved around behind me.
"What of you, Alicia? Would you like to be pregnant as well? Have my children until I decide I do not wish for you to do so anymore?" I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything to this man. Have his children? I didn't even know the guy. I'm not a virgin, don't get me wrong, but there no way I would want that. It seemed I took too long to answer him and felt a harsh slap on my backside. I hissed with the pain of it. "Answer me." Came his voice, a lot more forceful than before. I hung my head.
"No. I would not like that." I felt my cheeks burn red as I said it, knowing that he wouldn't be happy with this. He surprised me by giving a short chuckle.
"Oh, but they all say that in the beginning, Alicia. Quite soon you will be begging me to get you pregnant, to fuck you like the bitch you're going to be, to fill you with my seed. And when I do, I will take your pregnancy test myself, rub oil on your stomach, kiss your pregnant pussy and make you quiver with excitement and beg me to fill your pregnant pussy with my hard cock." Alicia gasped at the vivid description, not having expected such a thing. To her horror, she found herself growing wet. His hand pressed against her again, stroking her slowly. "Oh yes, you'll love it. You'll love being my pregnant bitch. Seems to me that you're already wanting me inside of you, filling you almost to breaking point."
I bite my lip a little harder than I had been, keeping myself quiet. He sure knew how to get a girl excited. See, this was something I'd never even thought about. Being only twenty-three, I'd not had the time to think of children, pregnancy and the like. I'd been at College and then University, hadn't had the time for a serious relationship and now here I was, strapped down with my ass in the air, a guy talking to me about making me pregnant over and over. I blush, tensing a little at his touch, knowing I was almost shamefully aroused by then. He seemed pleased at my body's reaction to his words and stroked a finger over my clit, making me gasp.
"You like the idea of me doing that to you, Alicia? To be just like Harriet, Jenna and Sophie?" He flicked a hand in the general direction of the three pregnant women. I shook my head, causing the hand he was touching me with to be removed and brought down on my ass again, making me whimper softly. "Oh yes, Alicia. Whimper for me." He shifted to press his jean-covered length against me, shifting his hips to create a delicious friction against me. I let out a soft groan, fingers balling into fists. It was torture, pure torture. All too soon, he was gone. "But you're not ready yet. You won't be ovulating for another few days. I only fuck my girls when they're ovulating." He slipped back around so I could see him, placing himself behind the girl directly in front of me.
He dropped his hand to stroke through her hair, tugging lightly at the blonde curls. "Emily here begins her ovulation today. We're hoping to get pregnant this month, aren't we sweetheart?" The girl called Emily nodded quickly and I could see her breathing had increased by the way her breasts shifted in their hanging position.
