I pulled my underwear down and retrieved the box from the countertop, extracting the test and discarding the packaging in the wastebin. Then I sat down on the toilet and held the test below me as I peed on the stick.
My jeweled clitoral hood piercing glinted under the bathroom light. It was a poignant reminder of how much power the master had established over me. The jeweled piercing in my navel also caught the light, two signs of his control over my body literally piercing my flesh. In the next half an hour, I was going to find out whether I would see a third sign.
That was more than enough urine to make the test effective, so I carefully put the test back on the countertop and sat on the toilet a little longer. I didn't need to go anymore, but it was nice to have a few moments alone. There were no locks on the bathroom doors, allowing my rapist to walk in and have his way with me at any time -- as he had already done many times before.
Speak of the devil. The door opened and in he walked. I'd been here for at least two months -- I'd lost count of the days -- and he still made my heart race whenever I saw him. His blond hair and his piercing blue eyes. The powerful physique he'd often used to hold me down and compel me to submit to his will before he fucked me. He was still incredibly intimidating.
"Are you feeling better, Chloe?" he asked in that husky voice of his.
I'd excused myself from dinner earlier to go be sick, leaving Ashley and Brooke with the master and their babies. Given what he did to each of us women on a regular basis, everyone agreed it had to be morning sickness, which left only one way to find out.
"Kind of," I answered, glancing at the test, "I'm still waiting for the results."
He was just standing there in his dark pants and polo shirt watching me sitting on the toilet as if privacy were just a simpleton's concept he had long since outgrown. I'd also lost count of the number of times he'd walked in on me showering in order to fuck me.
"If you don't need to go, then stand up," he commanded.
I still felt strong emotional resistance to being ordered around by my kidnapper and rapist, but I also knew better than to disobey. Slowly and reluctantly, I stood up and faced him, leaving my panties around my ankles.
"Come back to the bed with me," he ordered, "and leave your underwear here."
Like the obedient sex slave that he wanted me to be, I left my panties on the bathroom floor and followed him into the bedroom. He removed his shirt and discarded it to one side, making me gasp at the sight of his rippling muscles. His masculine strength was a source of fascination and fear for me in equal measure, and I just stared dumbly as he pulled down his pants.
"Take off your shirt, too," he commanded.
For all my supposed resistance to his attempts to control me, I did as he commanded, removing my shirt and exposing my breasts to him while he kicked away his pants.
We were now both completely naked, but whereas he stood before me without a shred of shame, I instinctively covered by breasts and crotch to protect myself. My eyes fell to his cock, hanging low at six inches even though it was still flaccid. That cock frightened me, but a growing part of me wanted it back inside my body.
"You're a lot tamer than you were when you first arrived," the master noted with a cool smile.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked rhetorically.
"No, it's just an observation," he replied, "although, you're welcome to take it as a compliment."
He took a step towards me, and I took a step backwards to maintain the distance.
"Stay still, Chloe," he ordered.
Once again, I obediently remained rooted to the spot. He then took another step forwards until his powerful chest was touching my forearms, the only thing that guarded my breasts from his lecherous gaze. My own gaze was focused on his eyes and the handsome features around them.
"Ashley and Brooke were just as resistant when they first arrived," the master told me, staring hard into my soul, "but when I fucked them and filled them with my offspring, they submitted."
"So, your theory is that once a woman bears your child, she'll submit to you?" I asked.
"It's not true of every woman," the master responded thoughtfully, "but it's difficult to resist the power of a man whose baby is growing safely in your belly."
I began feeling butterflies take flight in my own belly as I wondered what pregnancy would do to my attitude towards this mysterious man who frightened and fascinated me in so many ways. If I wasn't pregnant, he'd just keep fucking me until I got pregnant, but what then? What would happen to me once I gave birth?
"Once you give birth to our child, you will be given a choice," the master continued, as if he'd somehow read my mind, "you may either return to your old life with the baby and an extremely generous stipend to support it, or you may stay here with Ashley and Brooke. You will continue to submit to me and bear my children, but you will want for nothing."
"I don't even know if I'm pregnant yet," I pointed out.
"This way, you'll have plenty of time to consider those two options," the master explained, "I would very much love to have you stay here, and so would Ashley and Brooke, but even if you are completely tame by the time you give birth, you deserve a choice in that alone."
"That alone, but not in whether I consent to have a child in the first place or have sex with you."
"Correct."
