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Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

Angst "Just… don't look at me like I've already become a stranger."

"Were you trying to spare me, or yourself?"

"You only came back because there was nowhere else left to go, didn't you?"

"Everyone knew except me."

"Are you alone out here?"

Fluff "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"I asked you to help, not start a flour war."

"You've memorized my order?"

"You’re standing really close."

"You're adorable."

Smut

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"Tell me to stop."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good."

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Falling asleep in your warm, safe bed, you didn't expect to wake up more drowsy than usually. The realisation of being somewhere completely else comes to you slowly, without an immediate alert.

The colors surrounding you are light, soothing, but some deep recognition in your brain still whispers that something is very wrong.

Female voices address you. They reassure and coo at you as they move around you. Your body is pleasantly heavy, pliant to their ministrations as they bathe you in warms, scented bath, shave you, then rub lotion into your skin.

As time passes, your mind starts getting clearer. Though your body remains somewhat softened. You can move, but each step is slower, each gesture lighter and lacking power. You can't fight when they drape a sheer robe around you and make you move across the space.

Words become more comprehensible, sentences make more sense, and the terrifying realisation finally settles in.

You've been chosen for breeding.

Your life approved to be taken into ownership and primal purposes.

You were nearing your forties, your fertility had to be much lower than that of younger females. Besides, your appearance or special talents weren't noticeable either.

Those atrocious practices are generally known, and unfortunately condoned, but you never imagined it would happen to you.

It was a comforting thought, really, to know you don't fit the profile of most wanted women for the breeding program.

"It has to be a mistake," you say as the door to another bright chamber opens and you're led inside.

There's more color among soothing creams, more personality and comfort to what you suspect os about to become a gilded cage to defile you in.

"No mistake, Miss." One of the women pats your hand. "He chose you. Out of all the profiles in the base, he decided on you."

"Lucky you," adds the younger woman, "he's one of the most eligible bachelors who's decided on a permanent, monogamous ownership."

You know how warped the society is, so it shouldn't surprise you the woman betrays envy for something that you see as entrapment.

"Be good to him." She adds, this time with a hint of compassionate advice.

"As you can see-" she makes a broad gesture inviting you to take a proper look at the room you're about to be locked in-

"Or he'll break you in first-" she points at the other side of the room.

"It can be very pleasant-"

There's a huge bed, with exquisite looking sheets and pillows; as well a scattering of fluffy rugs and bigger pillows around the floor in that area.

There's a tall, sturdy table - height perfect to place your ass on level with a man's hips - with a frame to which your legs could be cuffed, held up and spread, tilting your ass up for proper fucking.

Next, there's also a padded bench, over which you could be bent to be filled from behind. Constructed with a slope that would secure seed following gravity's pull deep into your womb, instead of dripping out.

White, open cabinets may provide a cosy, warm interior detail, but they're filled with toys and implements that would bring you pleasurable torment (and more orgasms than you'd dare to imagine).

"No, no," you shake your head, while in your mind flashes of depraved acts mix with despair.

Cold and hot waves wash over you rapidly. Dread chased by natural desire.

Having your fantasies in the safety of your home was one thing, but reality of what doom fell upon you was completely different. Though it appears that the base instincts of your body don't differentiate between, considering how heat pools low in your belly.

Or maybe it's the drugs they used on you.

"It's really a mistake. I'm unfit for it-"

"Quite the contrary."

A deep, velvety voice snaps your attention to the entrance.

Both the voice and the man it belongs to seem to dim the brightness of the room a bit, yet enhance its atmosphere at the same time.

You make half a step back as you take him in.

He's taller than you. Bigger all over. Definitely tronger. He wouldn't need any restraints, if he really wanted you pinned in place.

His blue eyes are focused on you, taking in your nude state. His gaze is not exactly soft, nor is it cruel. But it lacks the kind of newfound astonisment one might expect. It's rather possessiveness that was already installed. As if he saw you naked before.

The women courtsy to him then quickly leave the room. The door locks.

"It's not a mistake." The man slowly walks towards you. "I've made a conscious decision."

"I'm almost forty!" You blurt out.

"You still have regular periods, kitten." He calmly counters back.

It doesn't shock you that he knows it. With the whole construct of breeding programs, gynecologists' data is registered. So cycles and health issues are filtered through the system, and available to the men searching for a woman to own and breed.

"Doesn't mean I'm fertile," you argue.

Your breath hitches slightly as he stops right in front of you. He unties the sash on your gauzy robe then slides a hand onto your waist; a hot brand that rouses your body with sudden interest.

With a light, yet unyielding tug, he pulls you back when you try to inch away from him.

"No, I don't- Wait!" You pause, staring up at him as shocking realisation hits you.

"Your ovulation the past six months was exceptionally high rated." Corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk when you shift your gaze down in embarrassment.

"You get so wet and aroused for the entirety of the phase." His mouth lowers to the shell of your ear as he purrs in delight. "Especially a day or two before the egg is released. Then straight six days after."

Reports on general health and the fact your cycles were regular would come from visits to your gynecologist. But to know exactly how your phases looked?

Not even you pay so much attention to that!

To know about your wetness, spikes in arousal, exact days?

"I know that you're on day second into the phase." He hums, nudging your legs apart with his knee.

There would have to be some sort of constant monitoring of your body functions. Hour by hour. Like an attached device or... an implanted chip.

There aren't even any rumours about that kind of privacy breach!

You don't know if all supposedly fertile women have such implants, or if it's somehow installed during a regular visit to your doctor after you're claimed.

The hand on your waist moves across your back, his arm wrapping around you to hold you pressed to him.

His other hand drifts boldly between your thighs. Unapologetic. Like he has all the right to touch you as he wishes.

"Already nicely wet." His gaze holds yours as his fingers part your folds.

"It starts with your body's natural, eager preparation for cock and seed. Then it ignites those needy thoughts."

"No-" you gasp.

You plant your hands on his clothed chest, but your body still lacks any strength to really fight him off.

"It's because they gave me something!" You snarl, but it's followed by a choked moan when he pushes a thick finger in.

"The medication was only to transport you safely and prepare you without a fuss. It doesn't interfere with your natural responses."

"This-" he pumps his finger in and out of your pussy- "is all you, readying to be bred."

It's a small victory for you, that you manage to stifle a disapointed whine when he withdraws his finger.

But you feel the pulsing between your thigs. That growing craving for more. So much more. Deep and hard, and over and over again.

Like it comes every ovulation. As well with every period-related hormonal rollercoaster.

Just like the fucking bastard noticed.

"So, kitten, your breedability was never in question." He chuckles. "I find you very breedable. And I will love every fucking second of stretching you on my cock and filling that belly."

"I got so hard every time I thought of sinking myself to the root in your sweet cunt and spilling deep. I couldn'twait for all the formalities to be finished, so I could bring you here and breed you over and over again."

"But I chose you because you tick other boxes for me. Intelligence, reliability, soft heart."

He traces his wet finger around your breast before cupping it fully in his big palm. He squeezes and your nipple pebbles instantly.

Between your thighs, your clit pulses in sync. Your pussy clenches, even as your independence claws at your brain to stop it from being aroused by hos filthy words.

Indication that he had to have studied you to come to such conclusions scares you even more. Yet a part of you blooms knowing that someone noticed and appreciated these parts of you.

"And the kinks you get off to when you're dripping and aching to be filled-" his voice lowers and he pinches your bud- "I know the videos you watch then, what you read."

Your heart hammers in your chest. Terror and arousal mixing into a haze.

Not only he monitored your body, observed you, but also hacked into your phone and laptop, and learned the most private things about you.

"You may fight it verbally, but the truth is that's your deepest craving. To be fucked full. Obscenely. Until it takes and your belly rounds."

You shake your head, but no protest spill from your mouth. Because your breath is quickening, and you fear if you allowed words to roll on your tongue, it would come out as begging or moans.

"So until you surrender to it completely and admit you want me to breed you, I'm going to keep you restrained and open for my cock. Until you accept your role as mine to own and breed full."

Suddenly, he lifts you up into his arms. With a satisfied grunt at the feeling of your weight in his hands, but showing no extra strain in carrying you.

He places you on the raised table. With ease, he pushes you flat on your back. Keeps you down with one hand, while he grabs your wrist with the other and places it in a padded handcuff next to your head. He repeats the same with your other wrist.

You punch his chest and shoulders with your fists, to no avail. You fear that even when the medication wears off, you won't be able to fight him.

Or he'll already break you in, so you won't resist anymore.

Next, he cuffs your ankles to the frame above, slightly bending your legs and keeping them wide apart. In that position your pussy is on full display and your ass tilted perfectly to take a cock deep.

"I'm going to make your dreams come true," he says with a wicked smirk. "Fuck you mercilessly all through your ovulation, and beyond. Turn you into a mess. Fill you. Force you to take it. Train your holes to miss my cock every second it's not lodged deep inside you."

"You have a beautiful cunt, kitten." He praises, stroking your thighs. "And it's already so wet and puffy, just begging to be stretched open and flooded with cum."

He bends over you, placing one hand on the table. His other palm settles in the juncture of your thigh, thumb rubbing so close to where you're hot, wet, and clenching.

"And doing all of this to you? And having you grow with my child? Owning you completely?Kitten, that's making all my dreams come true."

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