Hellie went to sleep that night having started her new pack of birth control for the month, but her dreams told another story. Hellie dreamed of being bred again. And again. And again...
She dreamed that Chip, the shop-owner, came to her house. He found her naked in her room and wordlessly, he wrapped her in her blanket and carried her to his car. He brought her back to his apartment above his store, with none of her clothes and certainly not her pills. He somehow convinced her landlord, Bryant, and her job, that Hellie was leaving of her own free will, that she had a new place and a new job.
From there, Chip and Rav began her breeding.
The men fucked her several times a day, always cumming in her pussy, and they did this until she became pregnant. They took her to the doctor together, and the doctor, though helpful with the baby, was sleazy and would finger and grope Hellie during exams. The men would always be present, watching and chuckling as the doctor molested and violated Hellie, and finally Chip said "Go ahead and fuck her Doc, you're doing us a favor." The doctor fucked Hellie in stirrups, using her pussy and her ass, and after that appointment he encouraged the men to keep Hellie sexually active during her pregnancy.
And so, Hellie became a sex toy.
She was almost never dressed at home, and even when she was, the clothes they gave her were tiny and had thin fabric. Chip could never keep his hands off of her. He couldn't get enough of Hellie, constantly reaching for her and touching her. Always grabbing her ass, her thighs. Stroking her hair. Running his hand up into her shirt, kissing her neck and ears. Massaging her shoulders when she sat down, taking her breasts in both of his hands. Pulling her onto his lap. Hugging her from behind. And especially rubbing her belly, even before she became pregnant or looked pregnant. When they were out in the car, he'd finger her pussy. When they were in public places, he'd keep his arm around her waist or his hand on her ass. Sometimes when Hellie spoke, he'd run his finger over her lips or slip one into her mouth. Often his finger would absently trace her jaw or twirl a strand of her hair.
"Can't help myself," he'd say. "I have to touch my sweet little bitch." And then he'd kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth before pushing her down to her knees.
Because of this, Hellie was almost always horny and wet, hoping one of the men would fuck her. And they did, and so did their friends.