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Another story written for our beloved Cherry, now shared with the rest of you.

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Your heels click in time with your steps across the parking lot. Finally - you're off of work. You've been looking forward to this all day, ever since the morning when you read the last email from your lover Darren. All day long you've felt your panties get wet whenever you think about it. Luckily, he's far, far away in Georgia, so it's not like anything he writes about will ever happen. You can go home, play with yourself for hours before your husband comes home, shower, and nobody will be any wiser about what you do behind closed doors.

You skirt around a dark tinted mini-van parked next to your car. You notice the plates are from Georgia, and grin at the coincidence. You put the key into your door lock -

The mini-van door slides open. Hands reach out, pulling you inside, tossing you like a rag doll onto the thin mattress laying where the back chairs usually would. You barely have time to scream before the door slams back closed again, sealing with a click.

You scramble to your feet. One of your heels has fallen off in your tumble. You barely make it to your knees when you are pushed back down to the bed again. A heavy body lays on top of you.

You struggle, trying to push it off. Instead a chuckling voice grabs your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. 'Stop moving, Laura.' The man's voice is so amused at your feeble attempts to resist him. He pulls your arm higher along your back. You squeak in pain like a mouse trapped in a cage. Your struggles cease. You paint with the exertion. With the riding flood of panic that wells within you.

'Who - ' Your hair falls against your face, sticking to the sweat. 'Who -'

'I'm Darren.' The man smiles wickedly at you. 'Surprise.'

You can only look in shock, unable to believe this. No - Darren is far, far away. You're safe from him. And those tales - they were only stories, just fantasies that you shared with a stranger.

I move my mouth to your neck, taking it between my jaws. Like a wolf claiming his bitch. My teeth dig into your skin, just enough to leave impressions.

You whine in fear, but all that comes from your mouth is a croak.

My hand moves up your blouse, so clean and nice for your day at work, now wrinkled and used. My fingers press against your side, counting your ribs as it moves upwards. 'I've been waiting all day for you.' Your left breast is covered by my paw. 'Mmmmm - and you know that good things come to those who wait.'

'No,' you whisper. 'You can't be here. This isn't real. Please - don't do this - '

I grip your nipple between my fingers. 'Does this feel real, Laura?' I pinch it, twisting as I do so. You writhe in pain, in pleasure, in humiliation as you struggle against me. But I stay on top of you, keeping you in your place.

'Ow - stop, please.' You're crying. This wasn't suppose to happen.

'You thought you could play with fire and not get burned, Laura.' I release your nipple. You moan as it engorges with blood, painfully erect under your bra. 'You thought you could just play your little games, have your fun, and not pay the price.' I undo the top button on your blouse. Then the next.

'No - no, Darren - I - I don't want this.'

'Liar.' Your blouse is almost undone now. I release your hands, pulling it open to expose your bra clad tits. I seize both of them in my hands, running my thumbs over your nipples. Both peaks are raised. Both buzz as I strum them, palpating your mammaries. 'You said you wanted this. Remember what you told me?'

'I - I didn't mean it! No -' You look at the windows. No one could see you through them unless they pressed their faces to the glass. The couldn't hear you unless they stood right next to the van. You are trapped, helpless now.

'You did, Laura. You just didn't think it would really happen. Safe in your little house with your little husband.' I put my fingers on the front clasp of your bra. You grab my hands.

'Stop it, Darren!'

I grip your throat with my hand. My eyes stare right into yours. There is no mercy. No pity. I squeeze once, gently, but you know I could hurt you if I wanted to.

Your hands go slack. My eyes tighten. 'Laura, undo your bra for me.'

You shake your hands. 'No - please, I'm a good girl. Don't make me do this. My husband -'

I slap your cheek. Your pretty brown eyes overflow with tears. 'Your husband means nothing to me, Laura. You belong to me, now. You belonged to me the first time you started playing with yourself, wanting me to take you.'

'Noooo - '

I grip your right nipple, squeezing it. You gasp in pain. Your hips give a jerk in pleasure. 'Do it!'

'Yes, sir - I'll do it, I'll do it, don't hurt me, sir.' I release your nipple from its torture. You look up at me as I sit on your hips. Your fingers tremble, but you do as I order. You twist the clasp, and your breasts are revealed to me.

I am on them in a moment. 'No - nooo!' But you love the feeling of my mouth on your tits. I nip. I bite. I suck. I roll the nipples across my tongue, and you gasp. I suck them into my mouth like a baby, and you moan.

You feel the button of your slacks coming undone, the zipper ripping open. 'Nyah - Darren, stop -' You seize your slacks with your hands as I start to pull them down. It is a battle you can not win. Inches of your smooth legs are revealed. Your panties are open to my gaze.

The crotch is so wet you may as well peed on them.

Your pants continue their inevitable progression down your legs. You alternate between fighting to keep them on and shoving your tits into my mouth. You feel so good, even as waves of humiliation and horror flow over you. This was never suppose to be real. It was all a game, a game -

When I pull your slacks off of your legs, you know the game is over. My crotch falls between your legs. I grind myself against you, leeting you feel my erect dick pressing in to you.

'Noooo!' You look at the windows. Part of you hopes for rescue. Another part hopes no one will see you like this. What if you coworkers saw you, tits exposed, panty drenched, covered by a man who is not your husband? How would you ever explain it?

Now it is your panties, your last defense, that are in danger. You twist, pushing at my chest, trying to keep me off of you. My hand comes down like a whip - once, twice, thrice, again and again on your thighs. You howl as red marks mar your white skin, trying to cover yourself.

'Don't fucking move, Laura!' I slap your thigh again.

'No, stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir,' you cringe, trying to avoid my blows. This time when I pull your panties down, you only whimper. They flow down past your knees, over your calves.

I hold your wrists in my hands, lifting you into a sitting position. My other hand unzips my jeans. 'Noooooo.' You don't want this. But you feel so weak. So helpless. So tired.

I reach inside, pulling out my hard dick. It bobs in front of you, the piss slit pointing you in the eye. It throbs, pulsates, pumping blood moves through it. 'This is it, Laura - what you've dreamed of.'

'No - please, sir.'

'I'm going to rape you now.'

'Please - I don't want to, let me go.'

'I'm going to cum inside of you.'

'Don't - sir, don't do this. I don't want a baby.'

I grab your nipples, both of them this time, using them to guide you like a breeding cow. You are pulled towards me as I lean back, until you are sitting astride me. You straddle me, trying to keep your fertile pussy away from my dick. My cum filled cock that is ready to fire of a spray of baby making seed.

'No, nooooo, sirrrr, I don't wanna -' Your legs are starting to tremble. You can't hold this position long, and your legs will give out soon.

I place my hands on your hips. 'It's time to get bred, Laura.' I pull you down. My cock head nuzzles into your weeping gash.

'No! No! Stop!' You feel it at your entrance. Then the pressure mounts. You try to pull of me, but you can't go anywhere I'm forcing you down while my cock forces its way up. You squeeze your pussy shut, squeeze -

My cock shoves its way into your entrance. You cry out in anguish at the sharp pleasure that spikes from your violated cunt into your brain. You feel yourself lowering. 'That's right,' I tell you. 'In a little bit, you're going to get a cunt full of sperm.'

'Help,' you croak as I slide further inside of you. Your pussy flutters around the alien invader inside of you. Your walls caress me. Your cunt knows its owner has arrived.

'You're going to get your baby, Laura.' I pull you down hard, and in a rush the rest of my cock is shoved into your needy hole. Your back arches, your head snapping back. So - GOOD!

I give you a moment of rest. A moment of stillness.

And then the fucking begins.

My hands lift you up, then drops you down. My pelvis pushing upwards into yours, forcing you into a mating rhythm. You moan as your pussy slobbers over my cock. You relish the feeling of me stretching out your insides.

'No, no, no,' you chant with every stroke inside of you. My hands play with your breasts, and you rest your hands on my chest. You should be pushing me away, but your slutty pussy has taken over. It demands satisfaction.

Your womb demands my baby inside of you.

Your hips bounce up and down of their own accord, holding you ransom to your body's demands. You hiss when I pull on your nipples. You cry out when I give an extra hard push, my cock threatening to pop right into your uterus.

'Mommy, what's wrong with that van?' You blanch in fear as you look outside the rear window. A mother and her daughter are walking by. The little girl points at the van that shakes and shimmies with your fuck movements.

'Nothing, honey,' the woman says. She looks at the back windows, right where you are. Your naked tits bouncing as you sit on my cock.

Your shame makes you still your movements. 'You're not done yet,' I tell you. I prod you with my prick, and you bounce up and down again, watching as the mother and daughter walk closer to the van. 'It's about time for your baby.'

'No - Darren, stop -' You watch them come closer, and you know that any moment they'll be able to see you through the tinted glass. See you with a man's cock embedded inside your cunt.

Your body tightens on mine. 'I'm going to cum inside of you,' I rasp. You can feel me getting bigger inside of you. Feel me plugging the entrance to your womb. Know that your fate is about to be sealed, but all you can do is watch as mother and daughter come ever closer, witnesses to your defilement.

'Agh!' You bounce your hips harder on mine, your own orgasm about to explode.

'What do you want, Laura?' I tease, stroking your hard clit as you fuck me.

'I - no - don't wanna - ' You can see the mother's eyes now as she frowns at the tinted glass.

'Tell me, Laura!'

'I - I want - I want you to cum! Cum in me! Knock me up!' Your voice raises, and from the shocked look on the woman's face, you know she can hear you. Hear you begging for my bastard child inside of you. 'I'm cuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg!'

And then your universe explodes, coming in waves from your cunt, rippling across your body. You feel the hot jets of seed inside of you, know that you are about to become a mother like that women who rushes away with her daughter. Know that when you come home, your husband will live with a woman who bears another man's baby. That your belly will get big, and your coworkers will look at you with your breasts swelling with milk. Milk to feed the baby that I am now planting inside you with every shot of semen into your hungry womb.

You fall on top of me, gasping for air. My cock plugs your hole, eliminating any chance of seed from escaping.

I grip your hair, and kiss you on the lips gently. 'Good little mommy,' I tell you.

Later, while you sit, feeling my seed seeping out of you, I pull out a camera. Taking pictures of your naked body before I throw you out of the car, holding your clothes, save for your bra and panties, which I keep. You rush to dress as I drive away before anyone can see you. You drive home, clenching your thighs to keep my seed inside. You shower in the hottest water you can, but you can't get clean, because what you need to remove is inside of you. Wriggling. Searching. Impregnating.

You know your fate is sealed. When, two weeks later, your period fails to arrive. When the pregnancy kit confirms that you are now carrying my child inside of you.

But the true sealing of your destiny as the bearer of my children comes when you leave work again, and find a picture stuck to the windshield of you car, face up where anyone walking by could have seen. A picture of your pussy dribbling with sperm. On the back are written two words:

'First installment.'