Disclaimer: This is a fantasy about acts that would be terribly immoral in reality.
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If I hadn't been so busy blaming myself, things might have turned out differently.
After all, I knew how wily of an opponent I was dealing with. For the past eight months, a man had been sneaking into my MattressSoft shop when one of my shopgirls was working alone. Each time he cornered her, and got her clothes off, either by tearing them off or by threatening to. Then he'd find a way to warm the girl up, with his fingers or his tongue or by making her touch herself. When she was wet and distracted, he'd hold her down and ravish her, making sure that she came. Then, once she was thoroughly overcome, he'd fill her with his rather potent seed.
The results of his efforts were all over my shop. Georgia, a cute southern belle, was eight months along and had more curves than she knew what to do with. Ashanti, a fiery black girl who'd hooked up with Georgia after her adventure, was just hitting her third trimester. Whenever the two of them kissed, they had to do a bit of parallel parking first. Isabella, who hadn't believed the other girls' story at first, was just starting to show in her belly and was very definitely showing up top. Fila, who was in the US on a student visa but now planned to stay, wasn't showing yet; but I kept catching myself checking her out, waiting to see the first signs.
Fila's pregnancy caused me more guilt than the others. The shop had an excellent security camera system, and since the girls had all been ravished in the shop, I had video records of each one. I had started jilling off to the videos when I discovered Georgia's, and kept it up with the others, which was bad enough. But with Fila, I had seen it coming. I'd been away from the shop, and I'd asked her to close by herself instead of rushing back, secretly hoping that I'd get to watch her video too.
Working with four attractive pregnant women, when every moment reminded me of how they'd each looked when they got that way, was enough of a challenge. The guilt of knowing that I was getting off to their ravishments, and that one was my fault, made it worse. My worries about how I would run the shop once my girls started their maternity leaves added a layer. But beyond all that I was worried about myself.
The man had returned to my shop at roughly two-month intervals, and he'd always managed to come in when someone was alone. So, we were due for another visit, and I was the only one he hadn't already knocked up. I had considered hiring a temp worker or two, as maternity leave coverage and potentially as alternate targets, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
So, I was on edge. I made sure that I wasn't scheduled to close by myself, and that we were locked up every night, and that the shop was empty before I turned off the lights. The stress of the constant vigilance wore on me, and my favorite form of stress relief just reminded me of what would happen if I failed.
It was one of these stressful mornings when the phone rang. Fila wasn't in yet - she was frequently sick in the mornings - but Isabella handed the phone to me.
"Hi," a man's voice said. "I'm with Raptor Security. I installed your security system a couple years back, and I looks like you're overdue for service."
I cursed under my breath. If the security system failed, I'd have no way to keep the man out, or catch him. "When can you come?"
"I have an opening on Wednesday at 7 am."
I glanced at the calendar. Most of the girls were working closing the night before, and Georgia had an appointment that morning, so it would just be me and Fila, but that would work.
"Alright," I said. "We will see you then."
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7 a.m. was two hours earlier than our usual opening, so I was a bit distracted on the way in. As I stepped inside the shop, I got a call from Fila.
"Miss Martin?" she asked, her voice wavering. "I really don't feel good this morning."
"Not to worry," I said. I'd become quite used to morning sickness calls by then, and besides that, her morning sickness was partially my fault. "Come in when you feel better."
"Are you sure you don't need help with the security people?"
"I'll manage," I said. "Take care of yourself, Fila."
I put my phone down and made sure to lock the front door behind me.
I suppose if I'd insisted, Fila would have showed up soon after, and things would have gone differently. But I was trying so hard to make things easy for her, and I assumed I could manage on my own.
I took a quick glance at the security feed on my computer. I hadn't watched any of the videos in the past few days, so I figured that even if they looked at recent videos they wouldn't see me masturbating.
I heard a buzz at the back door and walked through the employees-only section to answer it. I opened the door and found myself face to face with the man who'd ravished all of my employees.
I screamed for a split second before he placed a hand over my mouth and pushed inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. I reached up to push him away, but he grabbed one arm and kept pushing me inside. I held out a brief hope that someone might have heard me, but the only shop open at this hour was the coffee shop on the other end of the shopping center.
He backed me up against the far wall, then let go of my mouth to grab my other hand. I twisted, but his grip was strong.
"You don't need to scream," he said.
As he held me still I was able to get a better look at him. He was tall, just a bit taller than my five foot nine, but he was definitely a bit stronger than me. This time he wore a button-down shirt with a security company logo on it, but he still had the same short beard and blond hair and deep blue eyes. I felt my body starting to react to his appearance in the usual way, and I struggled furiously to escape.
"Let me go!" I cried. "I have another employee coming. You'll get caught!"
He shook his head. "Fila called in sick," he said.
I gasped. "How did you..."
"I was telling the truth earlier," he said. "I did install your security system."
I stared in shock, forgetting even to struggle. "So..."
He nodded. "You've been watching me and I've been watching you do it."
I thought back to all the times I'd watched the tapes of his prior visits in the store, jilling off in full view of the cameras. Not only that, but he'd seen our work schedules, to know who'd be closing alone, and when to arrive. He'd known all along.
"I wasn't lying about the other part, either," he said. "I've been watching you come in here and take care of yourself for months. You are definitely overdue for service."
I squealed and renewed my effort to escape, but he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. I punched at his back, but it had little effect. He carried me out into the shop, heading for a Healy pillowtop in the center.
My mind was racing. I'd been fantasizing about this scenario for months, wondering what it had truly felt like for all of my girls, but reality and fantasy are very different. Most of my mind was searching desperately for an out, but a couple corners were moving in other directions. One voice told me that, after what I'd done to Fila, I deserved this. My body, meanwhile, had come to associate desperate struggles and forced impregnation with arousal, and was already cheerfully preparing for guests.
The man deposited me on the soft bed. He kept his hands on my ankles, preventing me from moving away.
I did my best to stare him down. It was distracting, seeing his deep blue eyes up close, but I managed.
"I know you wouldn't actually hurt me," I said. "You can't threaten me."