Isabelle's Indoctrination

Isabelle stirred gently in her sleep. She had been dreaming a rather peculiar dream, of Jake and a remote cottage and some over the counter sex. She rubbed her stomach. Something feels different, she thought. Her and Jake had been fucking prolifically for about 2 weeks, and he had insisted on coming inside her each time. He had also forbid any use of birth control during what he called her "breeding sessions", something she would have normally been outraged by. Yes, she thought. Jake knows best. He will make decisions for my benefit. She relaxed in bed, turning her mind to her already damp pussy. I want him so bad, she thought. Dialling Jake's number, she curled her toes as she eagerly awaited his voice.

"Isabelle?" He said. "What's up?"

Isabelle smiled. "I've been watching the videos you sent me Sir and well, I have some ideas...." She coyly remarked.

Jake stiffened. "Like what?" He responded.

"What would you think if I baked some cookies in an apron and nothing else and you fucked me over the stove as they finished cooling?" Isabelle said.

Jake stiffened further, and he growled "Oh baby, you have no idea. Coming right over."

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Jake knocked at the front door, and Isabelle could barely contain herself as she yanked it open, the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafing through the atmosphere.

"Sir". She smiled and kneeled.

Jake tried to hide his enthusiasm. She's perfect, he thought. Yes, she is very submissive and obedient. I can't wait to put a baby in her. His cock lengthened as the blood rushed to its tip. "Isabelle, stand" he commanded. Isabelle rose. He extended a hand around her waist. "You are mine now, do you understand?" She nodded. "You do not do anything without my permission, and most importantly, I am the only man you are not related to with which you are alone." Isabelle again nodded. "Good girl" Jake cooed. He grasped the nape of her neck and pushed her head down onto his hardened cock. "Isabelle, service" he directed. Isabelle took his dick into her mouth, began suckling, and her mind got fuzzy.

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It had been 3 days, 3 glorious days Jake had stayed with Isabelle. The two had been fucking like bunny rabbits, only pausing to eat, sleep, or watch some of the content which had bonded them together. Isabelle's eyelashes fluttered and she opened them, gazing upon Jake's muscular, but still comfy form. She snuggled in closer. All of a sudden, she felt a deep sensation in her stomach and rushed to the washroom. She was instantly knowledgeable of what had occurred: Jake had knocked her up.

Jake heard Isabelle's wretching, and instantly awoke. He approached the washroom, concerned. "Isabelle?" He knocked at the door. "Are you okay love?"

Isabelle was so embarrassed, and disappointed. I can't be pregnant, she thought. She was in the first year of her degree, and it had been her dream to work at a university much like the one she was attending, and a baby simply didn't fit into that dream. She remained silent. All of a sudden, Jake forced the door open. "Isabelle!" He repeated. "What on earth is wrong?" He glanced down, saw....the mess, and her embarrassment. Despite the less than pleasant experience, he was elated. "Was that....morning sickness?" He questioned her.

"Yes, I think so" she sighed.

"Excellent, good girl" Jake stroked her hair. "You have done so well. You are going to make a perfect trad wife for me, and at your age, you should bear many children for me."

Isabelle blushed. "Jake.....what about my degree? I want to be a teacher."

Jake smiled. "Isabelle, my love, once my seed grows within you you will realize, being the mother to my child is so much more important than your silly degree, or you teaching other young fertile women about this feminist nonsense. Get up.' He grasped her elbows, and pulled her to him. "You are perfect, just like this. And you will stop this worrying this instant. It's not good for my child." He stroked her belly lovingly. "We are going to confirm right away whether you are as you should be, and that is that."

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Isabelle was silent on the way to the doctor's office. Jake had a shit eating grin on his face the entire way. He was going to be a father, he thought. The fact he had conquered this woman and made her his was so satisfying, particularly considering the path she was on before he saved her. She better appreciate this, he thought. His smile faded, and he turned to her. "Isabelle." He barked. She glanced up at him, meekly. "You know that your life now is going to be so fulfilling. You should be thanking me, not sitting there with mild disappointment. Express your gratitude, woman!"

Isabelle turned to him, her expression constant. "Yes Sir, thank you."

"Thank you for what, Isabelle?" He retorted.

"Thank you....for....planting your seed within me and making me fulfill my natural role, Sir." She responded.

"Good girl." Jake said. He had her under his full control now, he thought to himself.

They arrived at the doctor's shortly thereafter. It was a private medical clinic at which Jake's uncle was a resident, and so they were immediately brought into a room and Isabelle was placed in a gown and then laid down on a metal examination table and placed into stirrups. The doctor withdrew a wand from a nearby machine with a display and put a covering on the wand, and told her to open her legs. She glanced up, concerned as to what was happening and she clenched her legs closed.

"Isabelle, obey. Submit." Jake commanded. Isabelle immediately relaxed and opened her legs, and the long wand was inserted into her deeply. She glanced at the screen, the contents of her womb now broadcast. Two small dots appeared.

The doctor smiled after moving the wand within her for a few minutes to be certain as to his findings. "Congratulations, you two. She is indeed pregnant, and with twins!"

Jake beamed and kissed Isabelle's forehead. "Oh Isabelle, you have made me so happy. You have been such a good girl." He fondled her belly again. "You are going to be the perfect vessel for my children." He then grabbed her breasts, one by one. "And these.......these are going to get nice and full for them. You are going to need to produce a good amount of milk...." Isabelle whimpered. The idea of becoming heavy with pregnancy and milk both concerned her and turned her on a little.