CW - Hypno, Breeding, Pregnancy
Alexa entered her apartment and tossed her backpack on the couch. For a second she worried about the work laptop inside, but the damn thing was resilient. Slow and prone to crashing at the worst possible moments, but resilient. She collapsed next to the backpack, too tired to let out the scream lodged in her chest.
It had been one of those days when her name weighed heavily on her. Not that her parents could have known twenty five years before, but sometimes it felt like they had saddled her with a role she hated. The servant. Alexa, look over these files. Alexa, make sure the paperwork for the Holt case is ready. Alexa, book dinner for James and his clients. Alexa…
God. Life wasn’t supposed to be this way. She looked around her one bedroom apartment. Sometimes it felt like a hotel room, a place she came to only to crash, sleep, and leave again. It certainly didn’t feel like home. What would “home” even look like? A nice house? Yeah, right. Maybe when she finished paying off her student loans, some… hundred and twenty years in the future. Fuck. Eighty hour work weeks just to pay an obscenely bloated rent, loans and food. She told herself to remember her career plans. She would get ahead, eventually. The firm would recognize her talents and promote her, surely, some day. Some day. When?
Alexa’s happiness had always been in the future tense. When I finish highschool, I’ll be happy. When I finish my undergrad, I’ll be happy. When I finish law school, I’ll be happy. When I get a job, I’ll be happy. Joy would always come tomorrow, but tomorrow never arrived.
Fine. Happiness might be out of reach, but at least Alexa had escapism. She was sure He had sent her new material.
Who He was, she didn’t know. His username on the site was a jumble of letters and numbers. Normally she would never have responded to a dm sent by that kind of person, but on that particular night a month back, she had been feeling horny and needing any sort of distraction. It turned out, Alexa lucked out. He made some fucking amazing audios. They seldom spoke to each other. He sent his new files, and Alexa listened. They were the most relaxing thing in her life. Kinky and hot, yes. But they also let her cast the world aside, at least for a while.
Alexa mixed herself a drink. Vodka, energy drink. Nothing fancy, but it got the job done. She got out of her damn work suit, threw a comfy, oversized t-shirt on. Right. Ready to relax. She went to her computer. Waiting for her, as usual, was an email. No text on it, just an attached file. Perfect. She made sure to plug her headphones in: Alexa couldn’t risk them running out of battery mid session. She closed her eyes and let His deep, reassuring voice carry her away.
The voice tells her to breathe. She does. It tells her to relax. She does. It’s easier now, after a month of training. Her brain, her body, they respond to that deep voice, to the strange sounds pulsating under it. It feels like a warm, slow river, and Alexa simply lets herself… float. She feels fuzzy, almost giggly. She feels as if a big, pink, fluffy blanket is slowly wrapping itself around her, around her body, her thoughts. Soon, she’s gone.
Alexa slowly opened her eyes, still enveloped by what she imagined as a soft, gentle glow. She noticed the t-shirt on the ground, her fingers still between her legs, her pussy pulsating and needy. She could tell she didn’t cum. She knew she didn’t want to cum. Lazilly, she rubbed a bit more. God, it was so addictive… her sluggish mind gave her images of a big cock cumming, spraying jizz all over her… and then it changed, and the cock wasn’t outside her body. It was inside, pumping its load deep into her fertile womb… Yes, take it all in… her body was made for it. Made to take cum. Made to take His cum, wherever He wanted… her mouth, her tits her ass… her unprotected cunt. The thought made her shiver, and she barely stopped a sneaky orgasm almost overtaking her.
Suddenly she noticed the time, right there on the corner of the screen. It didn’t make sense. She checked the length of the audio. Fifteen minutes. Something had to be wrong. She looked at her phone, which confirmed that the time on her PC was indeed correct. She had been under for three hours. No. That was impossible, unless… She checked. Had she put the file on repeat by accident? Had she set it to repeat while she was under? She couldn’t know. What she did know was that she needed to go to bed right then, get a few hours of sleep before what was sure to be yet another long, miserable day.
She collapsed on her bed. Right, time to sleep.
Alexa’s pussy had other plans. Before she knew it, Alexa was softly rubbing it, mumbling to herself.
Good girls serve… Men choose… Men think, girls smile… good girls take it deep… good girls let men use their holes… I want to be good for Him… so good for Him… serve… take it… girls have holes… take His cum… His cum… His cum… my holes…
Dawn tore her from her ecstatic bliss minutes before her alarm went off. What the fuck had happened? Alexa didn’t have time to worry. She needed to hop on the shower and get to work.
She poured herself another coffee. Fourth one of the day? Fifth? Alexa couldn’t be sure. She knew she needed them. The nasty little work laptop waited for her, bloated with emails to answer, files to review, requests, commands, “friendly reminders”, a black tower of words that always stated “I hope this finds you well”. Yeah, no. Alexa was not well. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the previous night and maybe it was the cumulative effect of having no fucking life outside work and maybe it was that she was more coffee than person, but a single, terrible thought came back to her mind, over and over again.
People are not supposed to live like this. People are not supposed to exist for this. This is not my purpose.
She went to the bathroom, splashed her face hoping the shock of cold water would bring her back to normal. Did she want “normal”? Did she want to just accept her life as it was? Didn’t that little voice in her head have a point?
Purpose. That stupid word stuck to her mind like a tick. Whatever her purpose was, it certainly didn’t entail spending twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours being everyone’s servant. Her dreams of rising through the ranks felt more and more abstract, more and more distant. And what if the company decided to downsize, as it often did? What if she got the dreaded call from H.R. and found herself out of a job? Did she lose her purpose as well? No, it didn’t make sense. Purpose, she felt, should be based on something more solid, something other than the whims of faceless executives. So if not work, what?
Alexa looked at herself in the mirror. Did she like what she saw, this tired girl covering bags under her eyes with makeup? No, she did not. She stared at herself, looking for something, anything, almost wishing the image in the mirror would come to life and offer her some form of ancient wisdom, some way to make sense of herself. She looked into her eyes, then her gaze drifted down.
She had lips. Soft lips that became so sensitive during her nightly play… and she had tits, big tits, noticeable even under her conservative work attire. And she had hips, wide, designed to…
Alexa rushed into one of the stalls, and locked it. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, or why. All she knew was that her pussy demanded attention. She pushed her panties to the side and immediately realized she would have to put one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. God, her cunt was so sensitive… The miniscule part of her that objected to rubbing at work quickly got snuffed out by the waves of pleasure traveling up her spine, making her shiver. Her mind became a torrent of images, ideas… revelations.
Purpose. Lips to entice cocks, to take cocks between them, to make them hard. Tits to tease cocks and jerk them off and get covered in cum. Hips to take cocks deep, to let them fill her over and over and over… no, no, not cocks. His cock. Purpose. Designed for His cock. Every inch of her existed for it. To please it. To tease it. To make it cum. Cum. Cum inside her, inside her fertile womb. Purpose. To be bred. Her body was made to be bred by Him. Hips. Wide hips to pump out His babies… His cum inside her, His babies…
Alexa stopped herself right before reaching an orgasm. Why? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was she didn’t want to cum without His permission. Her orgasms were His, just like her body. Her life.
Trembling, she pulled her phone out. Right there, inside that bathroom stall, she typed out an email and sent it to Him.
Alexa stepped out of the shower. Steam danced around the bathroom. She looked at it absentmindedly. She had scrubbed and cleaned every inch of her skin, feeling how the past, the grey days, the sad days, just left her and went down the drain, to be forever forgotten. Whatever parts of herself also left her were, she knew, not parts she wanted to keep. Her skin was pink, smooth and sensitive. A new birth, as He had commanded.
She spent an hour on her hair. It needed to be perfect. A few Youtube tutorials helped to give her the right curls, the right volume. It seemed incredible that she hadn’t really thought too much about her hair before. The next two hours were spent on skincare and makeup. She applied and removed, unhappy with the imperfection of the results, until finally she was happy with the person staring at her from the mirror. Yes, this woman looked the way she was supposed to look. The way He wanted her to look.
She carefully put on her new sundress. Not too long. Not too short. White and blue, it looked to her as if she was wearing the sky. She smiled and, before she knew she was doing it, she twirled for her mirror. It felt like coming home. Alexa was not the kind of person to twirl, but the girl in the mirror certainly looked like she was. It was hard to tell if the mirror was mimicking her, or if she was mimicking the mirror. It didn’t matter, not really.
Alexa put on the finishing touches. Cute, high-heel shoes. A silver bracelet. The white choker with a ring He had commanded her to buy. Then she went on her knees and waited.
How long she waited for, she couldn’t say. Time made no sense, only His absence had any real meaning. The door was unlocked, and every second he didn’t come through it was an eternity. Sadness was not seeing Him. Joy, she knew, would be finally being blessed by His presence.
Alexa almost broke down in tears. The moment she heard his voice saying her name… that voice that had led her, guided her, molded her, she knew the truth in her heart. He was perfect. It wasn’t an assessment, and it wasn’t the result of some mental evaluation. Her mind simply refused to conceive of his face, his frame, his walk as anything other than perfect. There was no alternative, no measuring against some imaginary version of Him. He was He, and therefore she was His. It was as simple and true as gravity. It was just obvious. She felt how dumb she had been, studying and working and striving… her purpose was simple. Her purpose was pure. And she would fulfill it.
Without a word, Alexa got up, walked to her table, bent over. Simple. Pure. Obvious. This was why she existed.
She felt His warmth near her. His hands lifting up her sundress, caressing her ass. She trembled in anticipation, already soaked. Obviously, she hadn’t put on underwear: that would go against His access to her holes, and therefore against her very purpose. Then He entered her, and her life was complete.
It was like some missing puzzle piece was finally in place. The world, her previous dreams, everything that had mattered before dissolved around her before the simple, undeniable truth of her purpose. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her as he took her savagely, violently, using her as the object she was; and yet she kept one thing in her mind, one desperate, overriding idea. Don’t cum. Good girls don’t cum. Always wet. Always ready to be used. Don’t cum.
His cum mattered. His cum could change her forever, body and soul. Her orgasms were unnecessary, but His were vital. Before she could stop herself, she started babbling between moans and whispers. “Breed me… breed me… fill my fertile pussy… please, please… use me to cum… shoot your cum deep inside me… I need it, please Master, I need it, I need to be bred, I exist to be bred, my body exists to make you hard and take your cum and pump out your babies, please make me whole, please make me real, please cum, cum, cum…”
His voice, authoritative like the Heavens. “Mine”, He muttered, his breath warm on her neck.
“Yours… yours, forever yours, forever your cumdoll, your servant, your love… I’ll be… I am… anything you want me to be. I’m everything and anything and nothing, nothing without you, without your cock, your cum… Dress me however you want… use me however you want, whenever you want… I’ll… fuck… I’ll do anything for you, anything for your cum… I’ll be as slutty as you want… as pure as you want… I’ll be faithful… and I’ll… I’ll suck whoever you tell me to… fuck whoever you tell me to, if you want… keep myself edged for you… live for you… I’ll be holes and tits for your cock and I’ll be girlfriend and I’ll be slave and I’ll be mother and I’ll be wife and whore… I am… whatever you say I am… for you, for your cock, your cum…”
She meant every word. In the wonderful haze of pleasure, she knew she was nothing, a thing without purpose without Him. She was empty, deliciously empty… so soft, ready to be molded by His desires. “Alexa” was just a word, and He decided what that word meant, and He could change that meaning whenever He wanted. It felt right. It felt so… peaceful. She had no wants, no needs. None save one. Only one thing mattered.
“C-Cum…” she mumbled. “Please, please give me your Cum. Please make me yours forever. Claim me, mark me, pump me full, fuck… cum inside me until I overflow, fill my body, my mind, my soul with your cum, do it, use my little hole, that’s what it exists for… what I exist for… cum, please cum inside my cunt, own me, cum, cum cum…”
He did, with a mighty grunt, pulling her hair. She felt it. Warm inside her, shining in her mind as if the sun was rising inside her body. It was… peace. Complete, blissful peace. Everything was right in the world. Everything made sense. Everything was as it should be. She closed her eyes and let herself bask in the perfection of the moment. She felt full and empty at the same time: a vessel for the simple, undeniable natural order.
Panting, her head still on the table, Alexa knew. How she knew, she couldn’t tell, nor did it matter to her. She smiled, contented, happy perhaps for the first time in her life. His seed was inside her, and it would blossom.
The baby was sleeping. Alexa knew she was supposed to sleep when the baby did, but there was too much to do. She looked down and held her belly, warm, firm. Baby number two on the way. She tried to imagine herself without that bit of life inside her body, and felt a deep sadness. It would be such a waste, like a beautiful dress not being worn, a delightful song not being played. Her body was made to carry His children. Alexa looked at the time and did some quick math. If the roast was going to be perfect, she would have to get it going soon. While it cooked, she could iron His shirts, get everything ready for tomorrow. She checked quickly: dishes were ready, tablecloth immaculate, candles waiting to be lit. She walked to the baby’s room. It was His, and it was perfect.
There was a rhythm to her life, a natural melody. It was peaceful and gentle, like the rising and waning of the tides. It was simple. It had value. She stole a glance at the mirror. She was resplendent, shining from deep within. She smiled. She liked what she saw.
For a moment she tried to remember the time before. It felt like a terrible, nonsensical dream. Her heart swelled with gratitude towards Him. He had woken her up to her real self, her real life, her true purpose. How sad that she had wasted years before she understood the truth! But her life now had no room for sadness.
Well, time to get going. She would have everything perfect for His arrival, as always. And she would wait for him as she should: on her knees.
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