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   If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file.  Stay
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   The following is a work of fiction containing scenes of graphic sex of
various kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird.  The
actions depicted are not from or for real life.

   Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2004, (as are the typos, and
spelling & grammar errors).  Any resemblance to persons or events living or
dead or stories already written is purely coincidence.  The reader is
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   Hope you like it.

   Monocle

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   Exhaling by Monocle - FM/F nc-d/s bond preg d/s

   It's summer in the city, and Mindy still has no long term plan for life.
Someone else does, however, and everything is about to change.

   ====

   This story started as a Nightmare (actually several), and... 
gestated... into this, so parts of it may be familiar.  It treads deeper
into D/S territory than I know about (though still lightly, I think), so
practitioners may find faults.  So be it.



   Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle
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   ====

   Exhaling, by Monocle



   Last summer, I'd been living in the City since the previous fall, and
was finally used to the noise and bustle.  I worked at the Big Bean
slinging coffee, spending my pay as it came in on rent and fun.  I went to
casting calls when they came up, and was avoiding deciding whether I was
going to try college the coming fall if the stage didn't end up calling my
name, or if I would roll another year.  I had a roommate I rarely saw, some
friends, even a couple boyfriends.  Most of the time I felt like I was
holding my breath, waiting for something.

   --

   I woke up to a painful pulling on my arms.  I shook my head to clear it
and squinted through foliage into the sunlit sky.  I was outside, in a
wood, somewhere away from the city, by the sounds and smells.  More
alarming and confusing though - I was in chains.  Large metal bands,
clasped just above my ankles, held my feet, a little more than shoulder
length apart, to large stakes in the leaf-covered ground.  A my cuffed
wrists hung from chains attached to a head-level tree branch about a yard
in front of my feet.  I had to sway my weight and catch hold of the branch
with one hand, then the other to pull myself up from the sagging, hanging
position I'd been in.  Now I leaned far forward to hold onto the branch so
that the cuffs didn't pull or dig.

   Still groggy, trying to remember what had happened, I was taken
completely by surprise when a hand grabbed and pulled at my long hair,
forcing my head back to look through branches into the cloudless sky. 
Simultaneously, a mouth connected with my pussy lips, a wet tongue snaking
between my dry labia to begin an intimate and unwelcome dance.  I shrieked
at the shock of it, not having even been fully aware of my nudity or its
implications until that point.  I tried to move away from the oral attack,
and got my hair yanked for my efforts.  When that didn't deter me, another
hand entwined with my pubic hair, grabbed it, and pulled to hold me steady.
I gasped at the additional pain and held mostly still, realizing there was
no way I could truly escape.

   The mouth was very talented, and my pussy's own lubrication quickly
joined its copious saliva.  The tongue would pass over my clit and send
shocks of unwelcome sensation through me, but my fear and confusion
prevented true arousal - for a while.  Wet slurping and smacking sounds
accompanied and punctuated the cunnilingual assault as my inner and outer
lips were nibbled and sucked.  The tongue teased my inner thighs, and dove
into my slit.  The random attacks on unexpected targets forced gasps of
surprise and alarm from me.

   After some time, I realized my knees were bent, my body lowered, my
thighs spread wider.  I'd unconsciously opened myself to the molesting
mouth.  On the purely physical side, I could not deny that it felt good. 
It felt better than good, in fact.  I was still confused and scared, and
morally repulsed at the liberties my unseen 'partner' was taking without my
consent.  But as the minutes slobbered on, far too soon for my moral
comfort, I found myself caring less about where I was or how I got there.
All I wanted was for that tongue not to stop.  My eyes began tearing from
shame and inner conflict as I felt an orgasm building.  How could I let
that happen?  How could I not?  I had tried to fight and failed.  It didn't
seem like I had any choice, and the pressure - the pleasure being forced
upon me - was relentless.

   Then it stopped.  The hands released me.  The tongue began to trail up
over my mound to my belly.  Frantically I looked down, a protest on my
lips. I don't know whether I would have made a demand to be let go or a
plea for the other kind of release, because all words failed me when I saw
the soft red curls of the head at my stomach, licking up between my
breasts, green eyes rising to meet mine.  A woman.  A woman had been doing
all that to me.

   I recognized her.  She bought coffee sometimes at the Bean.  We'd never
spoken or interacted beyond the transaction before, but now I responded
robotically for a moment as her mouth rose to mine, my taste all over her
lips and tongue.  Confused, afraid, turned on, I pulled away, looking at
her, and stopped again with the jolt of memory.  I'd been helping her get a
large takeout order to her car.  It was had been just before the morning
rush - almost broad daylight!  It was the last thing I remembered before
coming to here.  The look in her eyes now was the same as what I'd seen
just before...  Her face was beautiful, as was the rest of her.  She was
naked, too.

   "Not sure you liked it, Mindy?" She asked gently mocking, "I think you
did." Of course she knew my name, it was on my tag at work.  One of her
hands settled on my mound, fingers stroking my wet outer lips.  At the
touch, my hips pushed forward of their own volition, before I jerked them
back away.  I knew I was blushing at my body's reaction, and doubly
embarrassed when her quick, knowing smile told me she knew exactly what was
going on in my mind and body.  She patted my mound lightly, as if soothing
a pet, then continued rubbing.

   I tried to stutter some protest, or explanation, or demand, but she cut
me off.

   "It's OK.  Everything will be just fine.  There's plenty of time to see
about that.  Perhaps, for now, you would prefer something else?"

   With those words, 'something else' slid between my legs.  It was
thicker, hotter, pushing between her fingers and my outer lips, sliding up
along my slit.  I looked down to see the flared head rub up over my clit
and into my pubic patch.  I shuddered and moaned a confused protest.

   "I know, dear girl, your pussy wanted to cum for me, but I'm sure you'll
have fun with the more...  conventional approach as well."

   The long shaft drew back and sawed forward again, bathing in the mixed
saliva and intimate fluids that coated my thighs and pussy.  I stood on my
tiptoes trying to get away, but that didn't improve things any.  I tried to
close my legs as much as possible and hunch my lower body forward, but that
just pushed my crotch harder into her hand.  My heart beat faster and
adrenaline sang in by blood as the feeling of being truly trapped sank in.

   "Of course, I would love nothing more than getting you off a few times.
You taste so sweet."

   She took her hand from between my legs and raised it to her lips.  She
sniffed it as if testing a perfume, then licked her fingers while looking
right at me.  I didn't think I could blush any harder than I was.  Her
eyes, and the now well-lubricated shaft sliding between my legs made me
shiver.  After tasting me on her fingers, she returned her saliva-cleaned
hand to my mound, turning small circles in my pubic hair.  I wasn't being
restrained other than at the wrists and ankles at the moment, but I had
stopped my fruitless attempts to avoid the intimate touches.  Like a deer
in headlights, the warring physical and emotional sensations had me
momentarily paralyzed.  Then she sighed and spoke again.

   "We could play for a long time, you and I, and we will...  We will.  But
for now we really should be about the task of getting you pregnant."

   As I stared at her in shock, not believing my ears, two strong hands
grabbed my hips as the shaft drew back one more time and changed angles.

   Too late, I tried to jerk away.  The hands held me steady and all I
could do was scream as the cock plunged up into me.

   Stunned, I stared into the lust-filled eyes of my female tormentor as
the cock crammed in, filling me.  Her right hand rubbed gently down my
belly to splay over my mound, index and middle finger V-ing open to slide
across my split labia, letting the cock pass between them into me.  As the
shaft pressed deeper and deeper, she pushed at me to rotate my hips back,
better positioning me to recieve the full length.  My mouth and eyes
widened as the hot poker of flesh kept on coming.  A muscled, hairy crotch
pressed her fingers agaisnt my body as the cock bottomed out iside me.  I
was stuffed so full I almost couldn't breathe.  Still holding my gaze with
hers, she reached her left hand underneath and cupped the heavy balls now
hanging below my impaled entrace.

   "Yes.  This will do nicely.  I'm sure he has enough to do the job."

   I tried to protest, to say that it wasn't the right time, as much to
reassure myself as to convince whoever these insane people were.  The cock
pulled out and shoved back in faster and harder than the first time,
changing off my plea into an undignified shriek.  Her next words made me
shudder.

   "Oh, no.  Don't you worry, Mindy.  You're as ready as you can be.  We've
done all the necessary checking.  We've been planning this for a while."

   The shaft pulled out and plowed in again.  I moaned in anguish - and
arousal.  My stomach felt light.  The shaft pressed in towards my center
and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  However unwillingly, the
woman's mouth had excited my body a great deal, and the sexual heat had not
completely faded despite the many shocks of the last few minutes.  The
sliding friction of the cock now beginning to fuck me summoned those erotic
feelings back, heedless of my distress.

   As the hot cock pulled out once more, the fingers on my pussy began to
rub again, moving up to tease and massage my clit.  The other hand rose to
my hanging breasts, to grope them and pinch at my nipples.  Her green eyes
kept staring into mine.

   "Let's see if we can make you cum before he does..."

   She cut off my protests with her own mouth on mine as the cock fucked in
again, harder and faster.

   I tried to fight.  I tried to cry out, to scream "NO!" To ask why.  Her
lips and fingers, his driving cock, made it so hard to speak and think.



   "Why?  Are you trying to ask why?" She asked after pulling back
momentarily.  Sobbing, and gasping with each deep thrust, I could only nod.


   "Its simple really, Master and Mistress want a baby."



   My confusion must have shown through everything else.  She spoke as if
explaining something to a child.

   "My dear husband, Master, and I, Mistress, want to have a child.  And
I...  well, I can't."

   The matter-of-factness of the words were completely at odds with the
events they were describing.  Despite the rhythmic overfilling-emptying
sensation in my pussy, the sheer absurdity of it all almost made me laugh -
almost.

   "I lost my chance a long time ago.  An unfortunate illness took my
ovaries, and almost my life." A shadow crossed her features briefly - a
flash of longing and regret I never saw again.

   "Besides," she continued quickly, "I like my belly nice and flat," she
continued, rubbing her stomach and mine with her hands.  "Like yours is,
too, for now." I could only grunted in reply, as a particularly hard thrust
jabbed my pussy.



   "We knew going into our partnership we wanted children, and given our...
bents...  we'd been thinking of something like this from the beginning. 
Oh, sure, we were also considering adoption, and it was a real possibility,
if we hadn't found you.  Why just have a child when we can have a pretty
baby _and_ get a sweet playmate for the both of us?  We both agreed that
I'd pick.  I looked for someone we would both like, someone we knew we
could make play with us.  We watched other girls, even auditioned a few."

   I couldn't understand half of what she meant.  Perhaps it was because
half of my attention was diverted to the continual stuffing and vacating of
my pussy, and the dance of her fingers on my skin.  She was still talking.



   "Yours went the best.  So we watched you closely, learned more about
you, your habits, your potential.  And, in the end, I picked you." Her
words were breathy.  She was aroused herself.  But - audition?  None of my
casting calls were ever anything like this!  I'd never even considered
doing a "couch call" like some of my acquaintances had done to get into a
production.

   "We'll take care of you, of course.  Anything for the mother of our
baby." She was rubbing my pussy and breasts again, slowly, almost
reverently.  I shivered as if freezing, though the sun through the trees
was warm on my sweating body.  I was NOT like...  whatever the hell she
meant!  I couldn't be.  But somehow, while she'd been speaking, my legs had
bowed again.  My ankles strained against the cuffs and my toes dug into the
soft forest litter.  My turned-up rear end and arched back made the angle
perfect for 'Master' as he pulled me to him, burying his full length in me
over and over.  I moaned desperately, unable to move myself away.

   Somewhere inside me, deeper than even the long shaft could reach,
something was clicking, turning.  A part of me I never knew I had, or never
dared think about except in nearly forgotten lurid dreams, stirred.  Like
the exhalation of a long-held breath.  Something in me was opening - and
'Master' and 'Mistress' were here, filling it - filling me - with
themselves, literally, as well as figuratively.

   I lost track of the time.  Resolve and resistance had no use or meaning,
so they melted away.  The fear that I thought would keep me above and safe
from the morass of lust was still there, but it had merged into a
disturbing melange of combined sexual foreboding and fulfillment.  The
strange new emotions flowering in me threatened to drown everything else
out.  And the cock wouldn't stop.  God, it filled me so completely!  And
the fingers tickling my clit, teasing my breasts, the tongue on my hard,
aching nipple...  A higher pitched cry escaped me as I fought to catch my
breath.

   "Ohhh.  You're going to cum.  That's so sweet.  You're going to cum for
Master.  And me.  Go on.  Let him know you want it.  Let your body tell
him. To make a baby inside you.  You feel it.  You can do it."

   I sobbed, trying to deny it, but 'Mistress' was right.  I was rapidly
rising to climax.  God help me.  While he fucked me hard and fast, pulling
me back onto his every long stroke, her fingers rubbed side to side over my
clit.  Her left hand was busy with one breast, while her mouth returned to
suckling the other.  My mouth was free to plead and cry and moan and I did
it all to no avail.  Then, I felt the telltale fluttering in my belly and
drew a deep gasping breath, tightening agonizingly for a terrifying final
release.  As the tingling spread across my body, I heard Mistress' voice
once more.

   "Oh, yessss.."

   Her hot mouth was back on my nipple as my climax hit.  It was worse than
I could have imagined.  My entire body rocked in a seizure of pleasure.  My
internal muscles squeezed the shaft hard as it speared deeply, slowing it
little, but doubling its fantastic wet friction inside me.  My body
released and clenched again, every muscle straining, senseless sounds
coming from my mouth.  My pussy gripped at the retreating cock as if trying
to keep it locked inside, which I desperately wanted and feared in equal
measure.

   Fingers pinched my clit and one nipple; a mouth bit lightly on the
other. I screamed with my third spasm, the mild pain churning and blending
into the avalanche of pleasure and fear.  My pussy squeezed the returning
cock.  It seemed even harder, hotter, longer now that I was totally focused
inward.  It slammed fully into me with a slap of wet flesh on flesh.  Then,
a shudder, throb, and surge deep within me.  He was cumming too!

   The first gout of sperm erupted into me as I released and clamped down.
I didn't so much feel it as simply _know_ it was happening.  The cock
swelled, a second jet creaming the entrance to my womb to my cry of
despair. I came thunderously, helplessly around Master's discharging cock,
my contractions syncopated with his ejaculations.  In the ultimate
betrayal, my pussy milked the pulsing shaft, coaxing it to empty all its
seed into me, blinding me with shuddering waves of pleasure.  His vice-grip
hands held me pressed and locked back against his body, trapping his shaft
completely within me.  Gush after gush spurt into me as the cock remained
buried to the hilt.  I felt the pressure of the accumulating semen grow
inside me, the fat pulsing shaft plugging my stretched pussy, preventing
anything from squeezing out, leaving only one direction for the millions of
sperm to go.  And, for a nightmare instant, I wanted it more than anything
in the world...

   I found I was staring into green eyes.  She'd released my breasts, her
hands now resting lightly on my chest and belly, feeling my racing heart
and tensing abdomen.  As I cried out helplessly, her eyes alternately
looked deeply into mine, then past me, presumably to Master.  Her face
flushed and amazed as she stared, her breathing ragged.

   "Oh, god, oh god, oh god..." It was as if she was cumming too.

   Sensation overwhelmed me as the straining cock trembled and throbbed a
final few times, emptying up it's last laden drops into me.  My sounds of
ecstasy and despair drowned out Mistress' whispers and Master's grunts. 
And then, finally, it was over.  I collapsed, still jerking and shuddering
with aftershock.  My hands slipped from the branch and the cuffs bit into
my wrists.  I didn't care.  My legs gave out and I hung, held up only by
the chains and the strong hands on my hips.  I was only dimly aware of the
tinkling sounds of unlocking, of falling forward into arms of the woman I
could no longer see because I'd closed my eyes.

   Feminine hands rubbed my belly, "That will do, I think.  Excellent work.
Knocked up that little cunt nice and deep.  And she liked it."

   I barely heard the words, but I trembled and sobbed quietly knowing they
were true.

   More metal clanking and one of my legs was free, leaving only one ankle
loosely chained to the last stake.  The hands at my hips pulled forward and
drew slowly me off the still-hard cock.  A river of sperm poured from my
open, taken pussy and ran down my legs.  It only took one, though.

   I was lowered gently to the ground, where I curled up into the fetal
position, wishing it all away.

   "You liked that, my studboy, didn't you?  Show Mistress how much.  Fuck
me.  Fuck and tell me how it felt to make a baby."

   "Yes, Mistress." His first real words were low and harsh to my ears.

   I dimly heard the sounds of sex begin again, grateful that I wasn't the
target this time, and amazed that Master was still able after what he'd
just done to me.  They talked dirty between grunts, and I knew I was being
referred to several times.  Mistress was loud and foul-mouthed, cumming
more than once as their bodies slapped together.  I thought maybe I could
get away while they were distracted - if I could pull the stake from the
ground.  I couldn't muster the strength to move, much less try to escape.
Could I run?  Where?  Could I fight them if I had to?  Did I really want
to?

   The last question brought me up short.  Everything had happened so
quickly, so easily.  Did this one event, however traumatic, have power over
the rest of my life?  Had it changed me?  I felt hopeless and defeated. 
But that wasn't the whole of it.  I felt somehow, also, kind of... 
complete?  My mind and body shuddered at the implications.  It was scarier
to think that something dark and twisted had always been in me and just
been let out.  Traumas you recover from over time - but can you escape your
true nature?  Should you?  It was too much to grasp.  Too much to think
about.  Maybe I was what Mistress had said I was.  Maybe I always had been
and didn't know it.  Whatever else I thinking, or fearing, or wondering
about myself, I wasn't moving to try to get free.  And maybe that was the
answer to all my questions.

   "Oooh.  God, Master.  You are such a fucking man.  Uuuhmmmm.  MmmHmmmm.
Getting ready to shoot again?" Her words were clipped and gasping because
of the pounding she was taking.  A growl from him sounded in the
affirmative.

   "Don't waste it in me.  Put it in our little Mommy.  Go on, now."

   The words had barley sunk in when I felt his hand on my leg.  He grabbed
my calf and rolled me onto my back.  The chained ankle stayed put as he
pulled my other foot away from it, spreading my legs and kneeling between
them.  I saw him for the first time.  Master was gorgeous - a tall,
muscular, Adonis.  In a flash, I realized I knew him, too!  There _had_
been a casting call!  A real one, months ago, for some production I'd never
heard of.  I'd gotten the flyer in the mail - I'd thought from one of the
lists I'd signed up for.  There had only been a few other girls there, and
the scene had been from some period drama where a domineering nobleman was
ordering the servant girl around.  There had been no sexual overtones to
the audition at all - that I had been able to tell.

   His cock was thick and long, veined and throbbing.  I had trouble
believing I had taken it all the way into me once.  But here it was
lowering to my messy, semen-bathed pussy a second time.  He filled me in
one smooth, deep stroke, as if coming home to rest, his smiling groan of
appreciation a counterpoint my wail of denial and protest, no less sincere
for the thoughts whirling in my head.  The reality of him in me felt so
right and perfect, but so wrong and unwelcome at the same time.  The
instincts of society gave me momentary resolve and I tried to reach up and
push him away, but Mistress took hold of my wrists and raised above my
head, looking lustily down my body as her lover took me a second time.  I
refused to acknowledge the whisps of relief when my ability to resist was
taken away.

   "Go on.  Fill her up.  Give us twins." She chuckled at her own joke as
Master began to fuck me again.  My free leg flailed uselessly as he raised
and lowered onto me, his pelvis slapping against mine, his hands supporting
him on the ground either side of me, holding him up high enough for
Mistress to watch every thrust leading up to my second insemination.  My
whines weakened and quieted as my strength and will failed.  I was helpless
under them.  I was going to have their child.

   "You recognize Master?  I thought you would.  We saw you sneaking
glances at him during the audition.  We both thought yours was the best. 
Not because you're such a great actress, which I'm sorry to say you're not.
It was a good thing for us, though - it made your natural submissiveness
that much easier to see.  You fit the role well, but because of what you
really are, rather than due to your acting skill.  You virtually told us
you were the one.  And, of course, Master and I thought your hot little
body would be a great fuck.  We were both right, weren't we darling?"

   An enthusiastic grunt was the only reply.  His thrusts became stronger
and more erratic as he began to really lose control.  He sounded more like
an animal than a man now, rutting harder, mating from pure instinct.  My
mind and body jolted with each impact of him against and in me.  I want to
say I was numb from it all, but I would be lying.  Raw and used as I was,
my insides churned with memories of orgasm, and with the stirrings of new
pleasure.

   "That's it!  Fuck her!  Cum in her!  Yes!  Kiss me!" She commanded as he
let out a guttural cry.  Their mouths met above me as he slammed brutally
forward one last time.  His grunts and pants escaped their dueling tongues
as his cock exploded in me again, ejaculating a second load of semen into
my unprotected body.  Neither of them were in any state to realize that I
was cumming again, too.  My pussy clenched weakly around the steel shaft.
They didn't notice, but I did, and I was mortified.  My body answered the
questions my mind had balked at.  Not that it mattered.  Master surged and
poured into me, and finally, finally subsided.  They continued kissing as
he slowly softened within my overfull, overused pussy.

   They broke their kiss.  Master leaned over to my left side, and I heard
metallic sounds as my ankle came free of the last of the restraints. 
Mistress's words echoed my own thoughts as I sobbed quietly.



   "I don't think she's about to go anywhere now." Master's strong hands
moved again to my legs, sliding under my knees to lift and bend them
towards me.  "Hold these," he told her, then he slipped his flaccid length
from me.

   She'd moved forward, straddling my chest with her naked, wet crotch to
take hold of my legs.  My arms stayed stretched above my head where she'd
left them.  The way I was positioned now, my abused pussy was turned upward
to her gaze.  Nothing would be spilling out of it now.

   "Oh, you poor dear." Her words were of mock pity.  "Your poor cunny's so
red and raw.  Was Master too rough on you?  Let Mistress make it better."

   I could barely muster a groan as her mouth descended to me.  Her lips
and tongue grazed my inflamed sex.  I didn't believe that anything could
have touched me now without hurting, but she was gentle, delicate, even
soothing.  I could not suppress a sigh of relief.  The fact it was a woman
doing these things was just another drop of rain in the storm.

   She blew gently over my sensitive, fevered skin, and I shivered at the
cooling sensation.  "That's better, isn't it?  See?  We'll take care of
you. I promise.  We'll show you things you've never dreamed of.  You'll
never want to leave us."

   She shifted her weight on me, settling in to gently nuzzle and lick my
sloppy sperm-soaked pussy.  I realized her pussy was poised nearly over my
face.  Though my half closed eyes, I saw it was wet and still open from her
recent copulation with Master, and I was both repulsed and intrigued by its
folds and scents.  I'd never seen a vagina this close before.



   A hand obscured my view.  Master was sliding something cool around my
neck, gently snapping it in place.  It was a metal choker of some kind.  A
collar, I thought, and shivered from more than just the tongue and breath
on my pussy.  Master's hands caressed around Mistress' rear, then one moved
to cup her mons.  A middle finger slipped between her labia and delved into
her steamy slit.  I felt her quick exhalation of breath on my own pussy.

   "Ohhhh, Master, you dirty boy."

   "Yes, Mistress," he chuckled.  "Don't mind me.  Just clean up our new
Mommy now."

   "Yes, Master"

   I was too tired, too far gone to care about their new game.  I closed my
eyes.  Mistress' ministrations, the lightest of touches, felt good.  I let
it carry me away from all that had happened, from all that I didn't know
about what would happen next.  Now was all that mattered, feeling good was
all that mattered, rest was all that mattered.  Dimly I heard her moaning
into me.  Gentle waves of pleasure radiated from my vagina, washing over
me, carrying me away, a sweet taste on my lips.

   --

   A few days later, they helped me break my sublet contract and move out
of my apartment, to the "guest" room in the back of their big old
brownstone in the posh Park district.  Surprisingly, I still had my job at
the Big Bean.  Mistress had called in for me, saying I'd been sick.  The
twinkle in her eye hinted she might have persuaded my boss in other ways as
well.

   Master and Mistress - I learned their real names eventually, but never
used them except in public - had me each night, every morning, sometimes in
between.  No matter what else they did, they always made me cum for them.
Even those first days, when I was still trying to convince myself I could
resist them, that I wanted to break free, it always ended with me shaking
and crying in ecstacy at their hands, or tongues, or on his cock.

   I didn't run when I finally had the chance and the strength.  I didn't
go to the police or my doctor.  I didn't tell anyone.  I went out with my
old friends and said nothing, and my friends treated me no differently. 
Either I was a better actress than Mistress had said, or my friends were
better than I could tell.

   Sometimes Mistress made me lick her while Master fucked me.  I learned
how to make another woman cum while getting stuffed from behind.



   I phoned my mom on the weekend, like always, and said nothing, even when
they made me call her once sitting on Master's lap, with his hot shaft
buried and throbbing in me.

   Master always came in my pussy.  Except when Mistress said she wanted to
'her try,' then he would jerk off into a wine glass or something, and
Mistress would slurp the white juice up into a turkey baster or other
implement and squeeze it into me, fingering herself with her free hand, and
talking bright-eyed about the baby she was putting into me.

   Those first weeks were really all just a game.  The very first day - the
first time - had almost certainly done it.  When I missed my period, they
didn't stop.  Why would they?  They behaved as if every ejaculation in me
was _the_ one that got me pregnant.  Every time Master or Mistress stared
into my eyes they saw me conceive their child.  They told me so.  A week
later Mistress brought home a pregnancy test, and the following Friday
night they threw a big party.  They said it was for a new play of Master's.
Of course they invited their 'boarder' to the festivities.  The three of us
knew the real reason, and Master and Mistress's private celebration with me
continued long after the door closed on the last departing guest.

   They were theatrical like that all the time, and I was always the
blushing, sometimes reluctant starlet of their little plays.  Every few
weekends, they'd take me to their cottage out in the country.  Late in
August, we walked to "Mindy's Tree" for the first time, with the cuffs
hanging from its branch and stakes still in the ground.  Upon seeing it, I
almost broke down and ran.  Almost.  But instead I found myself named and
chained again.  Master and Mistress replayed that first day, almost exactly
the same.  Except my terror and fear were all but memory now, and I came
more, and harder, and I reciprocated Mistress' attentions after Master had
seeded me the second time.

   One evening the week after that, Mistress gave me the fall semester
schedule and forms for City College.  I was already enrolled and paid for.
I could study whatever I wanted.  She winked at me and suggested taking
some classes in the Drama department.  I was due in April, but CC had
programs in place for such things.  I could even keep my job, with shorter
hours, at the Big Bean.  Not that I needed it anymore.  I thanked Mistress
in words, and in deeds.  Later, I hummed along with the classical radio
station as I filled out the forms, with her musk still on my lips and
Master's latest deposit in my cunt.

   --

   Master always has a hard cock for either Mistress or me.  He is simply
amazing.  I think he knows just how good he has it, and is extremely happy.
Despite Master's attentions, Mistress never seems jealous or angry with me.
It almost seems that Master's attention to me just makes her horny for one
or the other of us.  I don't understand her.  Maybe I never will.  I've
been jealous of her, though, watching him lay into her like a machine on
overdrive, or her bouncing up and down on him before they kiss tenderly. 
They are so much in love.  Maybe it's the hormones, but sometimes it makes
me cry.  But then they open their love to me too, and naturally, Master
always finishes in me.  And they kiss me the same way they kiss each other.
I kiss them back.  Even though I am theirs, a part of them is mine, too. 
Sometimes, fleetingly, when they look at me, its almost as they are in awe.
Do I love them?  I don't know.

   There are so many questions.  I still am not sure how I feel about the
life growing in me.  Even though it has no genetic relationship to
Mistress, I know it is hers.  I'm smart enough to think about all the
implications of bearing another couple's child.  Legally - well, legally I
had my chance to land Master and Mistress in jail a long time ago, and I
let it go.  Whether I think of the child as mine or not, _I_ belong to
them.

   --

   Now, as we nest in the short, cold days of the New Year, Mistress can't
keep her hands off my growing belly.  I've almost forgotten what it is like
to sleep alone - I'm either in their bed, or one or both of them are in
mine almost every night.  They both say I look beautiful.  They tell me I
taste even better now, just to make me blush.  They're both sucking on my
nipples more than ever, trying to get my milk come in, they say.  A few
days ago, they wrestled me to the drawing room couch the minute I got home,
literally tore my blouse and bra off, and began to devour my breasts,
slurping and sucking and nipping as their hands rubbed over my protruding
tummy.  Their words and mouths, the intensity and devotion of their
attentions, had me cumming in about five minutes, without being touched
anywhere else.



   Master says he's going to be careful, but he's promised to fuck me every
day until and including _the_ day.  They've read that orgasms during labor
make childbirth easier.  I don't even know if that's possible, and it
sounds both scary and exciting.  Of course, they'll do what they want.  I
know everything will be okay.

   My friends are asking if I'm feeling well.  I haven't had a new
boyfriend in months, and haven't acted interested in finding one.  I'm
going out less, dressing more concealingly in public, and I've put on some
weight, they say.  I think some of them think I'm depressed.  They're so
sweet to care, but I'm sure none of them would understand.  Maybe Mistress
will help me figure out something to say.  It's hard to think about it. 
Every time Little Master (yes, he's a boy) moves inside me, I start to get
wet.

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   Exhaling, by Monocle

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