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Summary: windows of the woman’s house open despite villagers warnings about the evil that lurks

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I arched my back in the luminous moonlight, stretching the tension away, making your erect nipples prominent through the thin tight night shirt. The night breeze coming through the wide open windows felt nice on my bare private parts. I felt like I deserved some comfort so I wanted to be as comfortable as possible while you slept. Just sleeping with shirt and no undergarments was the most comfort.

The warnings of the villagers before echoed in my mind as I looked out the open window. I have always brushed the stories as being folklore, not being real and just made up for entertainment. The warnings and rule of keeping the windows closed at night had always made me scoffed. But tonight, the ominous stories got to me and made a shiver run up your spine. But again, I brushed off the feeling and left the windows open, the glowing curtains billowing softly in the moonlight.  

In your twenty two years of life, you’d never once thought you’d be making the decision you were now. As you signed the contract that stripped you of your rights and turned you into a slave, all you could think of was how this would mean food and shelter for the rest of your life – however long that would be. Ever since your parents had passed on, things had been increasingly difficult, and over time you’d found yourself losing more and more money just trying to survive. At first you’d tried living at a temple, but you weren’t religious, and the work ethic there wasn’t your style. Who wanted to get up at five AM everyday just to tend flowers? No, that life wasn’t for you. That left one option. So, here you were, signing your life away.

Not soon after finishing the contract, you were lead into another room with other women and forced to strip. Here, they put a collar on you in deep purple, signifying you were both fertile and had agreed to sexual acts. The entire facility seemed so out of touch, a production line with each person being lead around on leads by Robots. After the collar, you were marked with a tattoo on your left shoulder that would be your number from now until you were purchased. Slave 27-B. Your name had been one of the things taken upon signing yourself over.

I wanna see who else out there is like this too.

You see, for me, it’s more than just the thrill of cumming inside a woman bare.  It’s more than filling her womb with my seed.  It’s more than the risk.  It’s more than the conception.  

I like to see her body change because of our actions.  I want to see her slowly swell up for nine months.  Her body aglow as I care for her and build an environment for our soon-to-be child.  I want to dote on her and spoil her as she nurtures the little life I put in her.