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I know this sounds hard to believe but this is my story as it happened to me.

I’m Breann, a 19-year-old army brat who has lived in a lot of places around the
world while growing up. At 17, I married Brad, who was 21 and my boyfriend of six
months. I still kind of feel like an Army Brat as Brad is enlisted with the Marines
and we move about every six months or so when he gets reassigned.
As I sit here writing I’m looking in the mirror at what used to be a petite blonde
body. I now see a very pregnant (seven months to be exact) body that is more like a
small blimp. My small frame has grown to 125 lbs and promises to get even bigger
before I get to deliver the baby girl growing inside of me. When I place a hand on
my bulging belly I feel my baby kicking already and know it’s going to be a long
next two months waiting to see her. Sometimes now I unconsciously cup one of my firm
breasts and with my thumb I caress the nipple sending a wave of pleasure down
through my belly. My daughter will be doing the same for me soon with her many daily
feedings. The future beckons, but it is my thinking back to how I ended up in this
condition that is what this story is all about.

Brad had been assigned to an overseas post that would not allow dependants for
security reasons. I had to stay behind so I continued my temp job as a clerk at the
local military base. The time flew by without having my husband to mark time with.
The day came when Brad had been gone for nearly six months and would be back in ten
days. I had confided to some of my female co-workers during “girl talk” at lunch
that I was not on the pill now as Brad and I were going to start a family as soon as
he returned from his current tour of duty. I lamented the fact that he would be back
one weekend too late as the upcoming weekend was the best time in my cycle for me to
try to get pregnant.

That Friday evening I did the usual cooking, cleaning, laundry and TV and then
prepared for bed around 10:30 as I had loads of shopping and errands to do the next
day. I remember stripping down to my panties, which is all I usually slept in, and
looking in the mirror with pride at my lithe, nubile, young body. I was restless
yearning for my husband and sleep came on only as a necessity. I was soon dreaming
of Brad being next to me in bed, holding me and kissing me. He got on top of me and
looked down on me and bounced a little. It seemed so real. Disturbingly real.
I woke up from my dream with a start sensing that someone really was in the room
with me and as I started to roll over from my stomach to my back, someone straddled
me, sitting with his full weight on the small of my back, pinning me in that face
down position. I tried to turn my head to see who it was but in the darkness of the
room the only thing I could see was my pillow. Quickly he grabbed my right arm and
extended it toward the front corner of my wrought iron headboard, slipping a noose
around my wrist. I tried to pull it loose but he must have tied the other end to the
corner post before I had awoke. I tried to kick him in the back with my heels but he
quickly jumped off my back, grabbing my free left hand and slipped another rope
noose around that wrist and tightened it to the left corner post. Bringing my knees
up under me, I tried to stand up but with my arms secured, my butt just went up in
the air while my top half stayed on the mattress.
Now my assailant had moved to the bottom of the bed and grabbed me by the ankles,
pulling me flat back to the mattress. Quickly he crawled up my length and in the
process I realized he was naked. He pulled a full head mask over my face, which
covered everything but my nose, mouth and ears.

Whispering in my ear, he said “Relax gorgeous, I have no intention of hurting the
mother of my child”

From these first few words I now realized two things, first that the man was black
and second that he had every intention to try and fuck me and impregnate me with his
bastard spawn.
He crawled off the side of the bed and I heard a zippered bag being unzipped. The
next sounds sounded like some sort of equipment being set up.

“Oh, my God,” I blurted out, “what are you doing?”

“Relax,” he sounded so calm, “we’re just gonna’ make some movies for me to remember
this fine night with such a fine piece of white pussy.”

My mind was racing to figure a way out of this, and I kept tugging at the ropes
holding my wrists to no avail. The knots were snug and secure. Now I felt his
fingers hook under the elastic waistband of my bikini panties. Desperate to keep
this last line of defense in place I crossed and locked my ankles together. He
slowly pulled them down across my ass, down to my knees where he pulled them through
the pressure of my clinching muscles and down to my ankles. Then he grabbed an ankle
in each hand unlocking them and quickly snatched my panties the rest of the way off.
I was now completely defenseless for what I knew was to come. I could hear him
rummaging through his bag and felt a couple of items being thrown on the bed.

He then moved to the end of the bed and grabbed me by the ankles again, forcing me
to bend my knees until he had my heels pressed to my ass cheeks. Still holding me by
the ankles, he wedged his right knee between mine and forced them apart enough that
he could also get his left knee in between also. Once he had me where he knew I
couldn’t kick at him effectively, he dropped my ankles and grabbed me by my hip
bones, right where my waist starts to narrow, and while moving forward on his knees,
pulled my rear end up into a doggy position. I could feel the underside of his hot
throbbing cock rubbing my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass. He reached under me
with his right hand and fingered my pussy opening and stroked my clit, causing me to
involuntarily arch my back.
“Kind of dry” he muttered, “but we can fix that”.

Reaching for what he had thrown on the bed earlier, I heard a lid pop open and then
felt the baby oil squirt into the crack of my ass and run down toward my helpless
pussy. Still holding me by the hip with his left hand, I heard him massage the baby
oil over the length of his cock before he quickly slipped across my pussy lips with
his right hand, lubricating the opening and the first inch or so of my cunt. I
realized that once he had his cock buried in me the only way out would be after it
had grown limp from hosing my insides with his baby making gravy. I could feel the
large tip of his penis stabbing first one ass cheek then the other as he started to
probe for my opening. Every time he got close to being able to thrust into me, I
would arch my back just enough to keep him from lining up and pushing in. Suddenly,
one of his thrusts found the spot and he inserted about an inch or so.

Desperately I bucked and dislodged his cock before he could gain further entrance but he
was not to be discouraged and continued his probing thrusts. Soon he again found the
spot and penetrated about an inch or so but before I could buck him out of me he
thrust in another three or four inches and held me tight until he could feel my
muscles relax at which point he began a slow in and out movement, pushing ever
deeper until I felt his glans brushing against my cervix. All hope vanished as I now
realized there was little chance of stopping my insemination and most likely my
impregnation.

My pussy now felt as full as when my husband Brad and his 8 inches fucks me but my
breeder whispered in my ear that it looked like he was going to have to work on me
to get the rest of his eleven inches buried to the hilt. With my ass pointed up at
this angle, his long slow thrusting rubbed my clit just enough that it made my
juices flow and each time his muscular belly bumped my ass at his inward thrust it
moved my chest forward on the bed giving me further stimulation on my sensitive
nipples. After only six or seven minutes of this, much to my chagrin, I could feel
my uterus starting to contract and I let out a low moan partly in disgust at not
being able to control my body but mostly from the pleasure of the orgasm sweeping
through me. He continued this long deep thrusting and minutes later I was in the
throes of another intense orgasm. By now I could feel his balls pressing against my
clit with every forward thrust and knew he had succeeded in getting his huge baby-making rod fully inserted. It occurred to me that he had ruined my pussy.

He announced that now it was his turn for an orgasm and time to get my impregnation
started. Holding my hips firmly, he started with short rapid thrusting and with each
plunge into my cervix I knew I was getting closer to what I had fought to prevent.
Clutching my hips tightly with both hands and holding my ass firmly to his muscular
belly, preventing any last minute chance of my bucking him out of me, I heard him
moan with pleasure and then felt his cock jerk mightily in my fully stuffed cunt.
Being blindfolded forced my concentration to the feel of his massive cock. I could
feel each throbbing pulse and I was keenly aware that each pulse was followed with a
large rope of his white sticky baby making semen spurting onto my unprotected
cervix.

Time seemed to slow down as I mentally counted each of his spurting
ejaculations,1…, 2…, 3…, 4…, 5…, 6…, 7…, times over what seemed like two minutes but
in reality was probably only thirty seconds. This was followed by another half doz!
en smaller contractions of his cock as it delivered the last of its massive load.
I prayed he would pull out quickly and clear out of the house soon so I could go
douche and maybe reduce my chances of conceiving. Was I ever wrong. As he pulled out
his slowly softening black rod, he grabbed two large bed pillows and inserted them
under my hips, leaving my ass up in the air to prevent me from expelling any of the
large load he had just pumped into me. I tried to contract my vaginal muscles to
force out this unwanted baby making fluid but only succeeded in making little pussy
fart noises from the air left inside after his withdrawal. I pulled on the ropes
holding my wrists, hoping they might break loose as I wanted to plunge my fingers
into my pussy and rake out his semen before it had a chance to find my egg. He
reached over and picked up something which turned out to be a vibrator and applied
it to my clit. I willed myself not to respond but in several short minutes another
orgasm overtook me. Strong uterine contractions coupled with my cervix being smothe!
red in a pool of his sticky white goop just had to be causing an inflow of his semen
on its journey toward my egg. After 20 minutes of what seemed like non-stop orgasms,
he put away the vibrator and I dozed off from our exertions, me with my arms still
anchored to the bedposts and my ass propped up in the air by the two pillows.
Several hours later I awoke to hear his deep breathing next to me as he slept
soundly.

I quietly resumed pulling on the ropes binding my wrist and the motion must have
awakened him as he whispered in my ear, “Relax sweetheart. It’s time for you to get
another load of my baby making gravy shot into your fertile belly”.

It was then I finally realized he intended to spend the whole weekend breeding me as
often as he could get that big black rod hard. All into late that Sunday night he
kept forcing himself into me. Save for a few bathroom breaks he kept my ass in the
air to keep as much of his evil semen as possible pooled at the end of my vagina
where my cervix was constantly bathed in his bastard making goop. I perversely
wondered how many other women in this town or in this state or in this country or on
this planet were on this same weekend, being forcefully bred and impregnated the
same as myself. How many times did he bring me to orgasm before raping another load
of his goop into me? How many times did I lay there wanting it?

It was sometime on Sunday night while I was fast asleep that my rapist deftly untied
me and left my life without a trace. Except for his bastard in my womb.
I told no one about the rape and the mixed feelings I had while that cock fucked in
and out of me. When my husband came home I prayed that my pussy had closed up
enough to be tight for him when he made love to me. All I could think of while my
war-hero husband made love to me was the rapist who’d been fucking me not long
before.

That was all seven months ago and I still don’t know how to tell my husband the
truth that the baby in my belly isn’t his. I’ve got two months to figure out what
to do about a black baby coming out of my white pussy.