Master Xavier confiscates all of my clothing. He leaves me naked on the conference table where he had just inseminated me in front of hundreds of people. I roll onto my side and try to catch my breath as I feel a trail of his warm sperm running down the back of my thigh and in between my legs. The way he finished inside of me, I know for certain that I’m fully filled both in my womb and fallopian tubes. He must have had so much that it’s leaking out despite being planted incredibly deep.
Everyone continues their board meeting while I take a napkin to clean our mutual fluids off of the lacquered oak surface of the desk. I cover my small breasts with my arm and shamefully exit the room, walking completely nude past all of my coworkers and superiors. All I’m wearing is the collar he locked onto my neck the month before.
I spend the rest of the day anxious and hoping desperately that I haven’t become pregnant, but I know that Xavier’s powerful seed is deep inside of me and there’s nothing I can do about it. I haven’t taken a contraceptive in weeks and I’m terrified that I’m fertile. In fact, I know that I am. I can feel my pulse in between my legs when I become aroused, I can feel my fluids coating my underwear throughout the day, I can feel the tenderness of my breasts when my bra presses tightly against them; all of the signs of an operational reproductive system ready and longing to be impregnated. It’s never happened to me before though, I don’t know what to expect.
I drive home and park outside. I try to shyly cover my naked body while I run into the house, hoping my neighbors won’t notice me, but the front door is locked. I try all of my keys one after another but none of them are working. I’m standing nude and inseminated in the front yard longer and longer ringing the doorbell for my pathetic “boyfriend” to let me inside. Neighbors are walking their dogs. Cars are driving slowly past me. Window blinds and opening and closing in the houses next door!
After ten minutes of this, I hear the door lock finally unlatch. I’m overwhelmingly relieved that this is over at last until my heart suddenly sinks and I find myself standing in terror looking up at Xavier. Richard is kneeling behind him handcuffed and gagged. “Welcome home, Wyvvs,” Xavier says as he reaches behind my back and pulls me inside. “I don’t want your little boyfriend having free access to you, so I have replaced all of the locks on your house. He will not be allowed in without my permission and supervision.”
He gently grasps my hair and tilts my head back to kiss me passionately. The humiliation and fear and stress of all this is indescribable, but his affection and care and intimacy are equally sublime. I’m so confused about how I feel, all I know for sure is that I have no respect for my boyfriend, I can’t even consider him to be a man anymore. What kind of absolutely pathetic weakling gives up his own woman to be enslaved, fertilized, and impregnated by a superior man? I want to spit on him, but he doesn’t even deserve that much affection from me. I simply look down at him in disgust.
We all walk upstairs under Xavier’s direction – the bedroom is upstairs.
Xavier guides me to one side of the bed… he bends me over the mattress and blue sheets.
He walks across the room to take Richard by his collar and puts Richard on his knees at the other side of the bed facing me. We are looking directly into each other’s eyes as Xavier positions himself behind my hips and removes his powerful, erect cock. I feel it against me from behind and I turn my head to look back and upwards at him. I’m still very sore from earlier, but I suspect that he knows this… He wants my impregnation to be permanently unforgettable; I’m going to feel it for days and weeks after, barely able to walk from how strongly and deeply he penetrates my body.
It’s at my entrance, now, again. I lower my head helplessly and resign myself to my inevitable fate, to be fucked for the second time today. To be filled and fertilized even more. To have the certainty of my pregnancy increased further. But he won’t let me lower my head, he holds my hair and pulls me upwards, making sure that I am looking my boyfriend directly in the eye.
Only then at that instant does he enter me.
I’m immediately gasping and screaming in pain and pleasure. He holds me by the sides of my cheeks to keep me facing Richard. Another man is making me pant and scream as he fucks me on my own bed in front of my boyfriend and there is nothing that either of us can do to stop him. He commands me dominantly from behind, “Tell your boyfriend what you think of him, Wyverness.”
In between my screams with each forceful penetration I yell, “You’re worthless! How – how could you d-do this to me? Wh-Why are you so, so, s-so.. weak?!”
“Good girl,” Xavier slaps my butt from behind, “Tell him whose property this is.” He gasps my butt powerfully in his hand.
“It’s, it’s yours!” I’m still screaming, “I belong t-to to you!” looking at Richard, “Xavier my w-womb is y-your property! I-I’m going to make your babies!!” Xavier and I both climax at that exact moment while my useless pathetic loser boyfriend watches from his knees like a beaten slave.
“I, I-I’m going to, to have, I, I’m going to have your babies, Xavier…”
