The Ties That Bind 2

It had been two weeks since her master had made her pregnant but already the results had been confirmed. The girl known as Slave was indeed pregnant.

Slave had not always been the girl’s name but it was her name now. At one time, the pretty 25-year-old had been a successful account executive who was on her way up, but all that had changed when her master had captured and subjugated her. Now, she lived to fulfill every whim of his desire. She really was his slave.

Slave had never really considered having children. She knew she probably would at some time, but it always seemed as if there would be time enough for that later. But the Master had put drugs in her food that had increased her motherly desires. He had even told her what he was doing and yet what was she to do? If she didn’t eat, she would starve, so she ate the food and the drugs and as she did, her maternal desires continued to grow until they became almost all consuming, and then it had happened. Her master had made her pregnant and she rejoiced in the feel of his sperm as it impregnated her.

With her pregnancy confirmed, the drugs in her food had been withdrawn. They were no longer needed. Slave was experiencing a natural high as she felt the pregnancy take a hold of her body.

The increase in weight was hardly noticeable at first. Before she had been transformed, Slave had been physically active and her body was tight and taut and her master had encouraged her to keep herself that way for as long as she could, but as the months progressed, there was no denying the physical transformation that was taking place in Slave’s body.

From the very outset of her captivity, Slave had learned that she needed to be always ready to give service to her master in whatever way he saw fit to use her body. Failure to keep herself in constant readiness was cause for punishment and with the pain that the Master’s bracelet could inflict on her, punishment was something that Slave dearly wanted to avoid.

One of the ways in which Slave kept herself ready was to always keep herself naked. At first, it had embarrassed her to be always naked but the penalties that would come to her if she displeased her master were more than enough to sweep away these more minor discomforts and as time continued, Slave grew more and more used to her nakedness. She actually started to like being naked. When she was by herself, she would spend minutes and then hours pleasuring the body that she herself had exposed to herself, and then she would cum and as time went on, Slave began to accept her nakedness as the only way she should be.

And then she got pregnant. The pregnancy did little to affect her outward appearance at first but as time progressed, Slave found the growing mound in front of her and her hands coul not help but trace its growing outline. Then she would moan as she fondled her tits or played with her pussy and then her hands would inexorably return to the outline of her womb in her form. In time, Slave incorporated her exploration of her baby belly into her sexual stimulations. She could almost make herself cum just by tracing her growing baby belly.

Sometimes, Slave would sleep in her own room and sometimes, she would sleep in her master’s bed. Always though, she would make sure she would wake before her master. Slave knew that her master liked to have his cock sucked in the morning and always, Slave made sure that when the man woke, she was there and ready to give his cock the sucking it wanted.

There was a chair in her master’s bedroom where Slave could sit as she watched her sleeping Master. Her fingers would probe and play with her pussy and she would often bring herself to one or more orgasms before her master awoke. It made her hot just to sit there and watch him. She would do anything for him, especially now that he had made her pregnant, now that he had given her the one thing that even Slave did not know she needed.

Once, Slave made the mistake of sleeping late. Her master just shook his head and he told her how displeased he was with her and for a while, Slave thought that perhaps this transgression of hers might be overlooked, at least this one time.

That belief had been shattered when Slave went to bed the following night. Her master kissed her and stroked his hand over her cunt, and then he told her that she would have to be more mindful, that she had to be awake when he awoke.

Slave assured her maser that it would never happen again and that she would be there and would be awake for him.

Her master just smiled. “I know you will,” he told the girl and then he pulled out the box and he flipped a switch and instantly, pain radiated through the bracelet that was locked to Slave’s wrist. He kissed the girl gently and then wished her pleasant dreams and then he left her like that all night long, writhing in agony as the bracelet continued to do its work and after that, Slave never overslept again.

Slave loved to suck on her master’s cock. Sometimes, she would suck him right there in the bedroom. Other times, she would follow him into the bathroom and suck him off in the shower or maybe while he sat on the toilet. Still other times, she might go with him to the dining area and while he sat at the dining table, eating his breakfast and drinking his coffee, she would be there under the table sucking away on his cock. Sucking her master’s cock was becoming an integral part of Slave’s life.

Slave had come to love the feel of her master’s cock in her pussy. When her master’s cock was in Slave’s pussy, that was when Slave knew that everything was right with the world. It was when her pussy was empty that Slave knew there was something wrong.

The fact that she was pregnant did little to diminish Slave’s desire for cock. Quite to the contrary, her pregnancy only seemed to stimulate Slave’s need for cock. She wanted her master to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her.

Slave’s body surrendered to the inevitable as her pregnancy progressed. At first, her taut little body had showed just a little bit of the pregnancy but then it had just kept going and going. Her tits got bigger and larger and her ass got bigger and broader and her tummy got bigger and rounder. Had she been living the life she’d been living prior to her subjugation, Slave might have worked to keep her body fit even during her pregnancy but that wasn’t the way she was now. She had surrendered every part of her will so as the pregnancy ran its course, Slave just let her body go.

As her pregnancy progressed, a sort of routine started to develop.

Slave loved getting fucked. She loved lying on her back as she loved to stroke her burgeoning baby belly. She loved looking up at her master and then she loved to moan as the man buried his cock in her hot, little pussy.

And as long as she was on her back, Slave loved it when her master fucked her pregnancy-enhanced tits. He would sit astride her chest and she would feel his backside as it rubbed against her expanded belly and then he would slide his cock between her tits. She would hold her tits together for the man as she watched him fuck her and when he started to cum, she would lap it all up.

She loved lying on her side as her master took her from behind. She loved the way he would loop an arm over her body, somethimes fondling her swollen pussy and sometimes rubbing her big tummy. Then, the man would bury his cock in Slave’s pussy and fuck her until she came.

She loved sitting astride her master’s body and feeling his cock as it jutted up inside her pussy. She liked to bounce her pussy on that cock and she liked to moan as she took him deeper inside her.

From Slave’s way of looking at it though, the more her tummy grew, the more it seemed as if her master wanted to fuck her from behi
nd, and from Slave’s perspective, if that was what her master wanted, then that was what she
wanted, too.

Most often, Slave would kneel on her hands and knees on the bed as she presented her butt to her master, and as she waited for the man to do with her what he would. She never had long to wait as her master was quick to give her what she wanted. He would stroke his hands over her enlarged ass and then he would slip a couple fingers between Slave’s legs.

Slave would always moan as he played with her pussy. She was always wet for him and his fingers were always so forceful. She would moan again and again as the man would thrust his fingers inside her, and then he would withdraw his fingers and Slave knew what would come next.

As much as she expected it, it always came as a surprise when her master slipped his cock inside her but then there he was, riding her broad pregnant ass, and Slave just kept right on moaning as she took more and more of that cock. She loved it and she loved it even more when her master filled her pussy with his seed.

In time, her pregnancy had run its course. Her master was there when she gave birth to her son, and as she looked at the infant, she realized that he was like her master. Now, there were two men that she would do anything for, two men that meant more to her than even she meant to herself.

… to be continued