He was going to breed me.
That was the only thought I could even think of later that night, handcuffed to the bedpost. For once, I had managed to stay awake after being reamed by Jason's monster of a cock, and now I found sleep to be fleeting.
Why wouldn't it be? My rapist, who had assaulted me numerous times on three separate occasions, had just told me that he planned on impregnating me once I 'agreed' to be his little fuckdoll. I wasn't ready to have anyone's baby, let alone let his. I didn't even like the idea of kids that much, and now I was going to be forced into the matter.
Craning my neck, I looked down at my body, soaked in sweat. My free hand slid down to my stomach, as if probing the faint outline of my abs. Say goodbye to those if Jason had his way, which he always did. I imagined my stomach bulging out, first as a small dome, then becoming hugely gravid. My breasts were already big as-is; how much would they swell after I got pregnant?
Jason would probably like that, I thought wryly. He definitely loved playing with my boobs- holding them, kneading them, flicking their stiff nipples, sucking them, fucking them...
He'd love making it happen even more. How would he do it, exactly? Would he have some fun first, making me suck him off or fucking my ass till it was numb? Or would he cut to the point and just pound away at my cunt until it was full of his cum? What position would he use? He seemed to like doggy style, but something told me he'd want to see my face as he seeded me, breeding me like the whore I was...
I became acutely aware that my hand had travelled a bit farther down while I was lost in thought, and I pulled it away like I'd accidentally touched a hot stove.
What the fuck was I just thinking? I couldn't have just been actually fantasizing about being forcibly impregnated by the man who'd been tormenting me, raping me, for weeks. The man was a pervert, a monster, a master-
I shivered, and stared at the ceiling. Jason slept soundly next to me, his brawny chest against my back. His flaccid cock was pressed in between my asscheeks, hot against my skin. There was something almost supernatural about him. Not just because of his vigor, but the way he held such sway over my body, my mind. Something told me that it wasn't just bold arrogance when he suggested that I might actually agree to be his by the end of the week.
I needed to get away from him, even as he poisoned my own mind against me. I needed to escape. I'd take the risks of whatever retribution he might try to enact, and try to get him behind bars, if only so there was a barrier between us.
To do that, I'd have to try something I wasn't looking forward to... because some part of me deep down was looking forward to it.
000
At some point, I eventually managed to fall asleep, considering I woke up lying on the hard tile floor of the pool room in the old gymnasium. Once again, I had the thick leather collar around my throat, the thin chain trailing down to the floor and towards the bleachers, where Jason sat. Groaning through the gag, I sat up, brushing my hair aside with the cuffed hand.
"You know the rules by now, sweetie," he said, simply. "Have some fun, won't you?"
Oh, I thought, I'll definitely try.
It was time to execute the first and riskiest part of the escape plan- playing along. Jason got up, presumably to push me into the water like before, but I beat him to the punch. Crawling back, I slid into the water, maintaining eye contact with him as I did a gentle backstroke away from the edge of the pool. A small gesture of obedience, with a little playfulness added.
It seemed to work. Jason grinned, wolfish, then backed out of the room. As soon as the door shut, I swam back to the edge, then slowly clambered out. Wet feet slapping against the tile, I casually strolled to the door. Idly swinging the chain around, I opened the door, then peeked down the hallway. Considering I had just seen him, something told me he was coming back around.
So, I simply stayed there, looking.
It wasn't long before a pair of strong arms slowly wrapped themselves around me, and I was pulled back against a muscular chest. A rough hand slid under my bikini cup, gently pinching my nipple. I gasped through my gag, then turned within his grasp to face him.
"You need to get better at checking your blindspots, huh?" he asked, absentmindedly placing a hand between my legs.
A thick finger ran up and down my clothed seam, and I felt myself get warm, despite the cold dip in the pool.
Come on, I told myself. Play along.
I tilted my head a little to the side, then shrugged my shoulders, looking up at him with what I hoped were puppy dog eyes. Then, slowly, I reached behind and unclasped my bikini top, slipping it off and handing it to him. I did an exaggerated stretch, pushing my chest out and offering him a sly look.
Jason grabbed my chain and pulled me close, tongue lapping up the saliva pooling around my gag, before leaning down and sucking on one of my nipples. His other hand pushed my bikini bottom aside and toyed with my clit for a few moments, sending heat rushing up my stomach.
Giving my nipple one last kiss, he pulled his hand away from my cunt, then gently pushed me away. In response, however, I actually walked back up to him, putting one hand on his chest, while the other pointed to my gag. I played the puppy eyes again, hoping he'd infer what I wanted.
"Oh, want to say something to your master?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
I nodded, tracing a circle on his chest with a finger. He was smart enough to figure that out, but hopefully that was where the depths of his understanding ended.
"Well," he drawled, with a melodramatic sigh, "since you asked so nicely..."
He produced the key, and in one deft movement unlocked it. He pulled the gag out of my mouth, then before I could speak leaned in for a kiss, licking around like he was cleaning up the spittle on my chin. I reciprocated for a moment, before he pulled back.
"Daddy," I said, a bit more shakily than I'd prefer, "I'm feeling so... conflicted."
"About what, baby girl?" he asked, playing with my chain in one hand.
"Well, daddy, it's just... I want to obey you, like I did the first day we played this game. I want to make daddy happy, but..."
"But what?" he asked, a bit harsher before. His eyes studied me, and I knew I'd have to really play it up.
"But I also want you to catch me and punish me," I said, pouting. "Not like the first day, since that hurt your girl's ass, but like yesterday. Yesterday, you fucked your girl's ass really good, and I think daddy might like to do that again."
If the massive tent in his shorts meant anything, that was a yes. His breath quickened a little as I continued rubbing circles on his chest, and I knew I could press.
Since, after all..." I continued.
