Quinns New Life

DISCLAIMER! This is my first story so im sorry if its a bit rough, all charcters are over the age of 18, and this story contains lots of non con subjects

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She woke in a dark room, her head throbbing and her eyes impossibly heavy. He must have drugged her. That was Quinn's first thought as she blinked, trying to clear the fog from her brain and her eyes.

Breathe, don't panic, she reminded herself, chest heaving, as she took in the room around her, and the state of herself. Her clothes were gone, only the deep purple bra and matching underwear remained on her.

Quinn raised her head, shoulders aching as she realized her arms were chained above and slightly behind her, making her 38DD breasts stick out obscenely. The air was cold, and she should feel the hardness of her nipple pressing against the silk lining of her bra. The sensation brought a buzzing to her head, and she looked down at her bare stomach and thighs below her where goosebumps pebbled her skin. And where her ankles were shackled behind her, leaving her legs spread wide where she knelt on the floor.

Was her body... aroused?

The thought made her stomach turn. What had that bastard done while I was out?

The man had seemed ordinary enough. They met at a bar a few blocks from her apartment. She had moved to the city a few months ago, after she had split from her awful ex boyfriend, who has cheated on her at every opportunity. She had no family to turn to after her mother had passed last year, and Quinn had wanted a fresh start, somewhere she'd never been. And somewhere no one knew her.

Quinn cursed herself, again and again for being the "shy type" and not making any friends at her new job. Cursed herself for letting that dickhead drive her out of her own home town. Cursed herself for letting a stranger buy her drink after drink, and never pausing to wonder what his intention might be.

She normally wasn't that stupid. She knew she was attractive, with her full chest and plump ass, and just enough chubby to be cute. Standing at only 5'3", she knew what her assets were and how to use them. On top of that, Quinn had been told her whole life that she had remarkable eyes, and while she found them to be a plain brown, she knew the "doe-eyed-big-tits" combo was completely irresistible to most men and the occasional woman.

She had worn her waist length auburn hair down because she knew the way it offset her pale skin, especially in the very tight black dress she had been wearing.

Quinn hadn't gone to the bar looking for anything in particular. It had just been a shit day, full of shitty people, and she wanted someone to buy her a drink, that's why she had worn the enticing dress. That was why she had painted her mouth a sinful red, and curled her eyelashes. To trick some poor simp into buying her a few rounds. Her plan was to "slip off to the bathroom" and leave when the time was right.

She was at the bar for 15 minutes before he approached. Luke he had called himself, and fine, he was handsome as hell.

He smiled when he talked, a charming quiet smile, his eyes a beautiful shade of green, and so nice to look at after a few drinks. Luke sat with her for an hour, an hour she spent staring at his chiseled face and body, and thinking that maybe, she would take someone home after all.

That was why she picked that bar. It was so close to her apartment, she could see her own windows from the street. She didn't remember walking out of the bar, or the last drink she had. The last thing she remembered was Luke's sultry voice as he whispered

"I think I'll enjoy this."

She was holding back tears now, spitting out every nasty word she could think at him, hopping he could hear her now.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, the sound of metal on metal, then the clink of a heavy lock being moved, and then...

Light, bright and white had her blinking profusely, a shadow moving before her as someone opened and shut a door.

"Hello, Quinn, I hope you're feeling comfortable," Luke said in a voice that slid across her skin, deep and rumbling.

"What the fuck," she spat back at him. Luke just chuckled, as he stalked around the room, just out of sight. She was chained under some sort of spot light, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. But she tried to follow his voice as he spoke and walked.

"Well, you haven't lost that charm one bit, that's good," he chuckled, and she could hear him moving things around the room, and the scrape of something heavy being dragged across the floor.

"Are you going to kill me?" Her heart was pounding wildly, she could feel it in her throat. He laughed again.

"No, nothing so boring." Well that certainly didn't help with the pit opening in her stomach.

"What- what do you want with me then?" She couldn't stop the shaking in her voice. She felt so exposed, unable to close her legs or lower her arms, her skin feeling so sensitive against the cool air, and there was nothing she could do. The panic began to build rapidly.

"That is such a great question, pet, and I suppose an explanation won't hurt, since you're not going anywhere," he sighed to himself, finally getting close enough for her to make out his towering frame. He held several things she couldn't make out, and dragged something else

behind him.

"You see, my family has this... tradition, so to speak. We believe that the perfect person will be bred, not born of normal circumstances. We're scientists, and generations of my family have followed this tradition, in pursuit of the 'perfect' human." Quinn was truly confused now, stunned tears falling silently as she listened.

What the fuck is he talking about, she screamed in her head, but the shock kept her lips from moving.

"Now perfect has many definitions, but I believe I can create the most beautiful person, and I believe I know how." She took in his handsome face, the cruel, excited look in his eye as he gazed at her. "And, how to make you the perfect woman."

The words rattled around in her head. Perfect woman? What could he mean? What was he going to do? And what were those things he had with him?

"Perfect-?" her face burned, "you still didn't answer my question, what are you doing?" She was practically sobbing, but tried to keep it together as she watched him walk behind her, out of her line of sight.

"I am going to mold you into something completely different, something man made, the perfect subject for breeding, and producing the perfect specimen."

"Breeding?" Quinn shouted, her breath coming fast. She had to get out, had to fight, had to do anything but let this man have his way with her.

That fast, his hand was gripping her face, forcing her head to rest against his crotch as he held her with an iron grip.

"You will not," he seethed, the sudden violence in the air making her hold very still, "raise your voice at me again. Do you understand, pet?"

She tried to nod, but couldn't move, so she looked up at him, not even trying to stop the tears as she blinked up at him once.

"Good," he released her, and her head lulled forward in the absence of his hand. She felt him kneel behind her, and place a strong hand on the center of her spine, the gesture strangely gentle. He pushed her to lean forward slightly. The movement forced her ass up into the air a bit more. He cut away her bra and underwear, leaving her stark naked, bringing one hand to her hips, lifting them slightly.

He brought his other hand down suddenly, spanking her hard, a squeak leaving her throat at the shock and sting.

"You will learn to obey, pet, or you will be punished," Luke stated, his voice a command, "this will be your first, and i expect not your last."

He brought his hand down again, and she cried out.

"Shhh," he cooed, but he continued spanking her, over and over, the pain shooting down her thighs. His other hand was still roaming, stroking her softly between strikes. The juxtaposition between the touches set her on fire, her mind and body unable to comprehend it. He switched sides, and the feeling of the hard slap against untouched skin had her gasping.

Something like pleasure started throbbing between her legs when Luke's hand began massaging her tits, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. When he spanked her again, the moan that came out was involuntary, and she blushed.

"Pl-please," she muttered, "don't do this, okay, I won't tell anyone if you just-"

SMACK, his hand landed on her bare nipple, and a choked cry came out of her

"You will obey," Luke snarled in her ear, "or you will be punished."

The pain bloomed as he pinched her nipple, spanking her again and again as he pinched, making her own jerking intensify the pain.

After what felt like an hour of him abusing her nipples with his fingers, and no doubt leaving hand marks on her ass, he pulled away. She sagged against the chains, her pussy now aching as bad as her chest and ass.

What is wrong with me? She had stopped crying a while ago, but her lip quivered at the thought. What kind of sick person would do this? But what kind of sick person would enjoy it, like she so obviously was?

His hand dipped between her legs, sliding across her pussy with ease. She was soaked, and thoroughly humiliated.

"Hmm," Luke hummed, stroking his finger up and down her mess, slowly, drawing a moan from deep in her throat. "You fear the pain, but you enjoy it. We'll have to see what methods are real punishment then, if you like it this much."

He applied extra pressure on her clit as he dragged his finger across her pussy, and Quinn panted through her teeth at the sensation.

She couldn't be enjoying this. She wouldn't let him break her, wouldn't let him "make" her into anything.

She heard something click, but could barely focus over the hand on her pussy, but then he began to speak.

"Entry 2, Subject Q09; day 1 of the program has officially begun. She responds well to external stimuli, including pain and discomfort, and took less than 50 minutes for the subject to be prepared for filling. Entrance is overtly slick, body is flushed, and the breeding subject is showing several signs of desperation, initial results are extremely promising." Another click as he ended the recording.

Quinn stared down at the floor, the shining, polished tiles below her now splattered with tears and - and her juices. She was enjoying this. She fucking hated that she was enjoying what he was doing, that her body was responding. She felt degraded, reduced down to nothing but a subject name, her pain being recorded for this sick fuck's little "project".

All her thoughts stopped as he shoved his finger inside her, and she moaned loudly as he curled that finger. He pulled out fast, too fast, and her hips rocked back, begging for more.

He chuckled, and the humiliation of the whole thing was too much, but the throbbing in her pussy built with each wave of shame.

He pumped inside her again, adding a second finger. She bucked her hips, and he obliged her for a moment. He began fucking her with his fingers, a soft "uhn, uhn, uhn" escaping from her lips in the rhythm of his fingers. Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped.

She whined at the emptiness, at the dripping of her pussy, and the overwhelming ache all over.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a cold goopy substance outside her asshole, and Luke's finger began rubbing lube around her tight, untouched hole.

"No, no, no, please," she whispered, begging softly to whatever gods that he wouldn't do....that.

She should've expected the rough smack on the ass he gave her, but she really wasn't ready as he shoved his finger in her ass, a screaming ripping through her has he began brutally fucking her tight hole. It took him no time to pop in two more fingers, the lube barely helping the burning pain. But he didn't stop his assault, pumping his hand hard and fast for several minutes. At some point it stopped hurting so bad, and she found her hips slamming back to meet him as he fucked her ass, unintelligible noises coming out of her.

"I can make you cum like this," Luke said, sounding unphased by the hand half inside her, "in fact, I don't think it will even take much longer." He laughed under his breath, watching her fuck his hand like an animal. "But I don't think you've earned that yet."

He ripped his hand away, replacing it with a cold metal object that she assumed was a plug. But Quinn could tell there was something on the other end of the plug, a weight that shifted as her hips moved. Then she felt the tickle of... hair?

As if sensing the question, Luke stated, "it's your tail, as you are now my breeding bitch, and every good little pet needs a tail," he patted her head as shame burned on her face, indeed treating her like a little dog who needed a pat of reassurance. "You will wear this tail and the rest of your outfit always. You will take them off only when I allow, it is essential to this process that you know your place as a breeding bitch, and wearing this is part of you."

She felt him place a headband on her, and she didn't need a mirror to know it was a pair of ears. A collar with a little loop on the end, likely for some kind of leash, was locked around her throat. Quinn didn't try to resist, her body limply allowing all his maneuvering.

A click as he began recording his voice again.

"Subject is now prepped, we will begin the pumping process." Click.

The heavy object he had dragged from across the room now sat before her, three tubes with some kind of cup on the end of each protruding from the object. He began strapping the cups to her body, the two smaller ones around her tits, and the large one fit snugly over her whole pussy. It was some kind of vacuum machine, she realized with dread, as Luke flicked the switch, and it hummed to life.

The suction began on her tits, a suckling feeling that intensified with each pump of the machine. He hit another switch and the suction cup on her pussy came alive, at first very strong, then once she could feel her pussy lips pressed obscenely against the inside of the suction cup, the suction became a gentle pulse. It maintained the pressure, and her mewling was pathetic even to her own ears. He was pumping her pussy, making her swollen and sensitive, to breed however he'd like.

"You'll need to stay like this for a while, so try not to cum," he said, mocking her with his tone. "If you do, I will punish you, and it will be much much worse this time. I find that training is the most essential time with each pet," he stalked around her, taking in the full view from the front. "And you, pet, are going to need much training.

TO BE CONTINUED...