Sex Slave Cutie & Her Virgin Daughter
Kristen has cracked her new story. She's eager to get writing it. She sits down at her desk, closed off from her family. From the world. She doesn't need anything but this diary. Not a thing. She writes, pouring her soul into its pages.
And changes the world again.
* * *
Niku Sakurajima
I stretched my back, taking a break from my homework. I would rather be used by Carter or Mr. Miller. They owned me now. My family in Japan had sold me to the Miller family to be their sex slave. I was an exchange student in name only.
It was perfect, too. I had done the first part of my task. I was pregnant. I rubbed at my belly. I wouldn't show for months and months. I had barely had confirmation. I hummed, so glad that I was here in America.
I shifted in my chair and went back to work. I wouldn't mind being used by the women of the family. Mrs. Miller or the oldest daughter, Sheila. Or even the younger daughter, Britney. They had another daughter.
What was her name?
I felt like she hardly existed. A wraith that drifted through life. I was sure she existed. She had a bedroom. She must have come down for a meal, but I had no memory of her whatsoever. I sighed and stared down at my homework.
I would so rather be fucking than this.
* * *
Niku is pregnancy is showing far earlier than it should be. Her belly is growing day by day, swelling more and more round. In a week, she looks like she's about to give birth. It's a big mystery how this could happen.
Mom takes her to the gynecologist.
* * *
Niku Sakurajima
I hated doing homework, but going to the gynecologist instead of doing it because my baby was growing abnormally fast was not the way that I wanted to avoid it. I was so worried. I looked like I was about to have my baby when I only lost my virginity a month ago to Carter and Mr. Miller.
So here I was on the exam chair, my legs in the stirrup, naked and with my belly smeared in ultrasound gel. The doctor set the probe down and gave me a reassuring smile. He was a handsome man with a strong jawline.
"I've seen this. It's Rapid Sex Slave Breeding Slut Pregnancy Syndrome," Dr. Cartwright said. "Since she's a breeding slut, Mrs. Miller, she gestates her daughters far, far faster than a normal woman so her daughters can be raised to be breeding sluts."
"Oh, wonderful," Mrs. Miller said. "So her daughter will grow rapidly."
"Yes, she will mature to eighteen very rapidly with all the cognitive functions of a young woman her age," he said. "She'll be ready to be used as a breeding slut in a short amount of time."
I smiled and rubbed my belly. "That is so wonderful. I—"
I groaned as this sensation rippled through my stomach. I shifted on the table and rubbed at my belly. I gave the doctor a strange look. He put his hands on my belly. It came again. A strange contraction.
"Well, here comes her daughter," Dr. Cartwright said.
* * *
Just as the handsome Dr. Cartwright explained, Niku went into labor. She has a smooth delivery and in a few hours, is the mother to Asoko. Niku chose that name because it's one of the slang terms for pussy in her language. Maybe not as vulgar as others, but it makes her feel so wicked to do that.
She takes care of her daughter, and she grows super fast. Just like the doctor said. In an hour, Asoko is a full-grown and matured eighteen-year-old girl. No different from any other young woman her age. Bright, intelligent, and horny to be a breeding slut like her mother.
They're heading home with Mom for the fun to begin.
* * *
Niku Sakurajima
"Mmm, still hungry, Asoko-chan?" I asked as Mrs. Miller drove us home. I was naked, my belly flat. It was a wild time, but now here I was, fully recovered from giving birth. That was another side-effect of Rapid Sex Slave Breeding Syndrome.
"Yes,
Okaasan,"
my daughter said, this look of delight in her eyes. You'd never know she had just been born. She was so bright and intelligent. She knew everything I knew, another side-effect. She was so beautiful, too. A petite thing with small breasts and a thick bush. She was slender, her eyes round and her skin just as pale. "I'd love to."
Asoko ducked her head down and latched onto my nipple. I groaned as she suckled. It was so wonderful to have her happily suckling on my tit. I loved the feel of her gulping down my breast milk. I shuddered, the heat rushing through me.
She gulped it down with such hunger. It was so wonderful to breastfeed her. She was so hungry. My breast milk had grown her up. It had been loaded with all these special hormones to do just that. Now it was normal breast milk.
Dr. Cartwright had explained it all to us. It sounded so impossibly made up, but it happened, so it clearly was true.
I stroked my fingers through Asoko's hair as Mrs. Miller drove us. My delicious daughter suckled down so much delicious breast milk. It was so wonderful to have her do that. I loved it. my face twisted in delight. I enjoyed what she did to me.
She suckled down so much of my breast milk. She nursed from me in such an exciting way. I loved it. My cunt clenched as she loved me. Her eyes stared up at me. She was either Carter's daughter or Mr. Miller's daughter. Either way, she was owned by them.
"You're going to be a good sex slave, right?" I asked as she gulped down my breast milk.
She nodded, suckling hard on my nipple. I shuddered. I had to be a good mother and teach her how to please the men of the family. She had to understand her place was to serve them. It was such a good thing to enjoy.
The car slowed. I shuddered as Mrs. Miller was pulling onto the street. My daughter kept gulping down my breast milk. She swallowed down every drop. My nipple burst with tingles each time, making my pussy clench again and again.
Mrs. Miller pulled into the driveway and the garage. The door closed behind us. My daughter quivered and popped her mouth off my nipple. I smiled at her and opened the door. She did the same and darted around the car. She hugged me from behind, trembling.
"It's going to be okay," I told her. "You were born to serve the Millers. Mr. Miller is your grandfather and Carter is your father." That was what I believed. "They are going to love you and fuck you and make you squeal like the shameful breeding slut you are."
"Yes,
Okaasan,"
she said, using the Japanese word for mother. I loved it.
"Yes, yes, you'll take care of my husband and son," Mrs. Miller said. She trembled. "Oh, your young, tight pussy is so much better than mine. My husband deserves the best cunt. He's such an amazing man."
