by Jolene Avonn
Also, in some of my strangest dreams, I began to suspect that I wanted to stay in the compound. It took a long time for me to understand that.
Once my status was confirmed, the number of men slowed but they kept coming. Calvin told me that many of Master’s devotees had a particular interest in coupling with someone in my condition. The bigger I got, the more they desired me.
I can’t say that I minded. I studied my new and changing body every day in the mirror. I no longer received salves or tinctures, but my breasts still swelled full with milk (and I still sampled from myself daily). My hips and thighs rounded until nicely plump. My cheeks were constantly rosy. My skin was as smooth as it had ever been. Sometimes I’d remove all my clothes and just admire myself, slowly touching my nipples and tracing my fingers over my belly before nestling into my warmest folds for needed self-relief.
Some of the visitors caressed my stomach like it was precious. Others spilled their seed on my tits and torso as if they were jealous. But they all climaxed harder than they thought possible. My pregnant body was triply potent.
I could describe these sessions but I’d rather sum up with what became the largest, most difficult, and most rewarding experience of my life.
I was seven months into the pregnancy and my belly was full and round, so big already that my tits spilled over the top and rested there, swaying cartoonishly side to side as I walked. I couldn’t fit into the standard shirts or smocks anymore, so I simply went naked.
The seven month session, as it turns out, was especially important at the compound.
It was known as Master’s Gathering.
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Calvin led me to the Gathering with a firm grip on my wrist. We walked from the main building where I spent most of my time into a large courtyard ringed with flowering shrubs. I thought we were going to stop there, perhaps by one of the many small fountains burbling nearby, but he took me through a small gap in the shrubs and behind the large brick hall that housed the exercise and sexual recreation facilities.
We eventually came to a large field about a quarter of a mile from the compound. The prairie grass had been cut until it resembled a rough carpet. Several men and women were already there, milling around, all of them dressed in white. In the center of the field stood a large oak tree. Something dangled from one of its limbs. Calvin pulled me toward the tree, increasing his pace.
Once we were near, I could see that the limb held a large sling. There were five loops formed by black straps, and all were suspended by thin black ropes that joined together in a complicated knot nine feet from the ground. From there, a larger rope held the entire device to the tree.
“Step inside,” Calvin said. “The Gathering is about to begin.”
He held one of the loops and nodded toward me. I stepped one leg through the loop and he cinched it around my calf. We did the same thing with my other leg.
“What are we doing here, Calvin?” I asked, beginning to grow nervous. I had an idea...but this was the first time I’d been taken to a session outdoors. Plus, there were so many people now. At least thirty had approached the tree, keeping a respectful distance but obviously watching as Calvin prepared me.
“You are to serve at this Gathering and please all of Master’s guests,” Calvin whispered. “And then, if you do well, Master himself.”
My pulse quickened, this time out of fear.
“Master is coming?”
Calvin nodded.
I wanted to flee. This was well before I learned of Master’s benevolence. I tried to step out of the harness but Calvin, anticipating my movement, grabbed one of my arms and slipped a strap over it. Before I could react, he’d tipped me back and I was suddenly dangling awkwardly by my legs and one arm, swinging like a hogtied and helpless calf from the tree.
“Calvin, stop!” I yelled. “Somebody, please! Get me down!”
“Rielle,” Calvin said harshly. “There is no time for this. You must submit.”
“No!” I screamed. “Not anymore. Enough! Can’t you see this?!” I clutched at my belly, looking around for someone to offer help. I saw my friend Maggie’s face in the crowd for just an instant, but then she vanished.
“Maggie! Someone!”
“That is enough, Rielle,” Calvin said.
I’d never heard his voice like that before. It was brisk and angry. He gripped my chin and forced my mouth open, then plugged it with a ball gag that he strapped around my head. I fought and kicked as much as I could, but in my condition I barely made a dent in his efforts. In mere moments, Calvin had me totally bound in the straps along with one wide belt under the small of my back. After he tightened all the ropes, I was held aloft in the sling, arms and legs pulled wide.
I huffed against the gag and strained to see what was happening around me. The circle of white-clad compound members had tightened. Some had started to disrobe. There were men close to my feet. Everyone was studying my exposed body with visible desire. While technically I was comfortable in the sling, I was incredibly nervous and scared. Why were they all there? What was going to happen? I grunted in frustrated agony as I felt the shame and fear grow. I must have looked hideous, I thought, my breasts too big and flopping to the sides, my belly distended, my pussy gaping and shamefully wet.
But that is exactly what they all wanted. A suspended, helpless pregnant woman.
“Welcome, friends!” a voice boomed from behind me. I threw my head back and could only see the feet of the man I knew was Master.
“I present to you the subject of this year’s Gathering, the lovely milkmaid Rielle!”
The crowd, now close to fifty by my frantic count, cheered and clapped.
“This fine woman has proved herself to be the most worthy and fertile of my flock! She will now partake in our most beloved ritual, all for your delights!”
Another round of cheers sent a chill down my spine.
“Without further ado, let the Gathering begin!”
There was a pause, and an eager murmur from the crowd. Then the first man stepped between my legs. My head snapped up in shock. He was stocky, and he’d already disrobed. His hairy chest brushed against my belly as he bent down to nip at my breasts. His wide cock slid between my pussy’s outer lips insistently, teasing me cruelly, and before I could let out even a tiny cry, he’d penetrated me without worry for my comfort.
“Ooommmmfff!” I groaned into the gag. He was rough, burying himself to the hilt and holding me by the hips as he fucked me. I swung forward and back in the swing as he worked, soon moving so quickly that my tits bounced against my chin.
I hardly had time to process what the man was doing – a second man held my head and yanked the gag free.
“Ohhh God,” I moaned. “Thank you, please, somebody – mmff!”
I was cut off by a long, thin cock parting my lips and wedging into my throat. The two men picked up a quick rhythm, the hairy man fucking forward and the other returning the thrust into my face. Back and forth I went, pummeled by the two cocks, as the crowd converged.
Desperate hands and mouths found my tits and began to milk me savagely. I cried out again and again, only to have my sounds muffled by one man or another’s cock. The participants began to cycle around, fucking my pussy, forcing their cocks into my grasping hands, or throat-fucking me until streams of sweat and saliva dribbled along my face.
All the while, voices rained down on me.
“She’s so tight!”
“The milk, so sweet!”
“The finest pussy Master has ever developed.”
I realized that Master had been breeding me from the start – covering me with salves, filling me with tinctures, until my lower body was plump and fuckable and ready for all comers, and my breasts had grown so gigantic they could feed his entire congregation.
A woman knelt by my side and whispered into my ear.
“You’re so lucky to be the chosen one,” she said sweetly. She cradled my ass as she spoke, wriggling a small finger between my che
eks and swirling it around my pucker. “I only wish it could have been me.”
She pushed gently until her second knuckle passed my tensing ring of muscle. I surged up against the man fucking me, my body buckling and undulating in the sling.
“That’s a good girl,” she said. “Good, good girl.”
She continued finger-fucking me as she massaged my tits and drank from one large, dark nipple. She was drunk with pleasure...reduced to mumbling incoherently until another woman took her place – that one brought a large, smooth carved wooden dildo.
It was in my ass in a harsh, painful second.
“Take it, milkmaid,” the second woman said with venom. “Think you’re so special?”
And with that, I was being fucked forcefully in each hole. Men were soon fighting and grasping at my legs for a chance at my dripping cunt, and one after another rotated past my face to thrust their thick members into my mouth. I tasted myself – my pussy juices and my milk – as each cock made an appearance. It gave me a small amount of comfort, just like every night before bed when I suckled. That was the only thing that could distract me from the angry woman ravaging my ass with her dildo, pummeling it into me every time a cock was flung forward. I felt the two huge masses in my gut and prayed that I’d be safe, and that Alex’s baby would be safe, for I still knew in my heart that it was his.
I can’t tell you how many men fucked me in sequence at the beginning of the Gathering. I began to focus only on breathing in the spaces between sucking cocks and the steady pounding between my legs. My tits felt like they were emptying, and it was like a life force draining free. I grew faint and limp, my body shaking with ripples as the bodies slammed into me incessantly.
I do remember two men wedging themselves between my legs. They grinned at each other, and then one thrust his cock halfway in and waited; the other pushed my thigh out to the side and squeezed his member against the opening of my pussy until I stretched painfully and took them both. They began a crazy, halting fucking motion against my newly tight cunt and the overwhelming sensation sent me into a convulsive fit. I strained and jerked in the sling, sensing a monstrous climax building. The angry woman fell away and my spasms squeezed out the wooden dildo. I clamped down on the cock in my mouth until its owner yelped and backed off. Then I sucked in air and unleashed a primal scream that rang out in the field.
“Ahhhhhh-ooooooooohhhhhhhh!”
The two men didn’t stop hurling themselves forward. I felt a burning sensation like I was about to pee, and then I unleashed a spray of sparkling clear liquid all over the two participants. I’d never gushed like that before and it felt...
...it felt glorious.
I cried out over and over as I came and squirted, flopping in the sling and riding the double-dicking like my life depended on it. I continued gushing in sporadic bursts that covered the men’s chests and thighs. The rest of the crowd watched in amazement as I thrashed and moaned deliriously.
I opened wide for one more scream, but two huge hands grasped my mouth and jammed thumbs deep inside my cheeks.
I knew that it was Master.
“Congratulations, Rielle,” he said, staring down at me and grinning savagely. He had silvery gray hair, and he was massive. His powerful chest rippled and his quads looked like tree trunks. His huge cock smacked against the underside of my head as he crouched and snarled into my ear.
“Now the fun will begin.”
He stood, slipped his cock over my face to coat it with milk still streaming from my tits, and rammed it into my gaping throat. He kept his fingers clamped to my lips and held me as far open as possible. Then he fucked. He simply fucked my mouth as if I was his favorite pussy.
“Get ready to come, men,” he said to the pair still filling my cunt. “I want you all to come on her while she’s sucking my cock.”
He finally let loose of my mouth. Stunning myself, I began to suck on him eagerly. He must have coated himself with one of his salves – or I just couldn’t contain myself. I slurped and licked as best I could, ignoring the twitching man between my legs who withdrew himself and spurted the first hot stream of cum onto my tits.
His partner soon joined him, and then a man at my side grunted and jerked himself to climax. The cum began to rain down like a spring shower. Master laughed and said “Ohhh, yes,” as he slid his member between my eager lips.
“Take it, Rielle. Take it all, little milkmaid.”
He reached forward to wring my aching tits with hard pulls and tugs, squirting milk on himself, my face, and the surrounding men and women. My friend Maggie knelt by my side and tilted her open mouth up, drinking in milk and stray shots of cum. Other women joined her, and we were all receptacles for the frenzy of men firing off their seed. Warm slaps spattered my thighs, pussy, and belly as man after man emptied himself and staggered away. Master pumped himself into my throat until his heavy balls slapped my forehead, all the while congratulating his congregants.
“Good work, my friends! Excellent use of this fine milkmaid! Isn’t she fantastic!”
Finally, when all the men were spent and all the women had fallen to the ground, covered in cum and milk, Master slipped his cock free and began pulling me from the sling.
“One more task, maid,” he said. He was so strong that he held me aloft easily. Once I was free from the straps, he took me to the other side of the tree and set me on my wobbly, dripping legs.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to touch me – I was soaked with nearly fifty loads and drenched in sweat and milk. My blonde hair was stringy with semen. My face was red and raw from all the cocks and rough hands. My ass ached from the cruel woman’s penetrations.
But Master stared at me with pure admiration. He caressed my breasts and licked his fingers, one by one.
“You are magnificent, Rielle. Now, ride me, milkmaid. Ride me until I can’t take it anymore.”
Master eased his long, muscular body to the ground. His cock, as thick and tall as a drainpipe, stood upright.
My thighs ached from the earlier poundings. My pussy was raw and numb. My belly was heavy and huge. Still, I stood over Master and lowered myself to a crouch, hovering with his cockhead just against my pussy, sliding slowly back and forth to let his tip grow wet with my cream.
“You want this, Master?” I said softly.
“Please, Rielle,” he said, his voice shaking. “Let me milk you. Let me fuck you.”
I dropped down and took him deep.
“Unnnnnnh,” was all that Master could get out. His eyes rolled back in his head and he bucked reflexively against me, an ancient and primordial need to fuck.
I rose up again and dropped down.
“Unnnnnnh-ahhhh.”
I admit: I moaned, too. Master’s member was massive and thrilling. Bigger, I have to say, than even Alex’s wondrous rod.
I ground my hips against Master, feeling every inch and every throbbing vein of his dick stretch me wide. I began to fuck him slowly, raising and lowering myself while I braced my hands on his powerful chest. He groggily opened his eyes and smiled.
“So...good,” he moaned, reaching for my breasts. He wrung them expertly, pulling streams of milk that spattered across his chest, neck, and face. He lapped at the streams and cried out in pleasure when he tasted my essence. He milked faster and faster, showering himself and thrilling me in the process. It was a constant stream of pulsing heat running from my chest directly to my cunt.
Master started slamming upward, seemingly unaware that his hips were flipping me up in the air and dropping me back down again. I rode him and threw my head back, crying out into the fading dusk. My body was slick with everything you could imagine. My pussy throbbed with yet another climax. Master leaned up to suckle directly, wrapping his arms around me while he fucked, sucking hard at one nipple and then another, guzzling my milk like he’d never tasted anything so good before. He swirled his tongue so brilliantly around my areolas that I saw flashes of red when I closed my eyes, and then he sucked a nipple so f
ar into his mouth that I thought he’d consume me. His wet lips circled my tit and pulled with lusty slurps that were ten times more sensational than if he’d sucked my clit. When he’d had his fill, he fell back to the ground and dug his fingers into my hips to fuck in earnest.
Master’s expression went from rapt attention to my bouncing breasts to deadly serious. I could sense his climax approaching: his brow furrowed, his abs flexed, and his cock swelled deep in my pussy. I squeezed my thighs against his torso and cradled my belly with one arm, trying to keep it from bouncing any more than necessary. Master began to pound me with amazing speed, slamming into my pussy from below with wet smacks and knocking shuddering whimpers from my lungs. His hips were a blur. His breath caught in his throat, and with a startled cry, he exploded in my depths.
Master surged off the ground and flopped back. He howled as he shot a river of cum with each burst. The creamy load spurted out around his wide cock in rivulets that covered his balls and abdomen. I slid forward and back and side to side, wringing the cum from his cock like it was me doing the milking and him providing the sustenance. The motion ground my clit against his firm torso and sent blazing shocks of heat to the base of my skull. I wrapped my arms around my chest and hunched forward, held up only by Master’s hands on my belly, and I came with a ferocity that left me sputtering and stunned. My pussy exploded with tremors, seizing against Master’s cock and not letting go. My thighs shook and my breath came out in cries of sheer ecstasy. I came so hard on Master’s cock that our combined cum pooled on his stomach like the finest cream.
I stared, stupefied, at the results of our frantic coupling. Master himself was speechless. I fell on top of him and tucked my face into his neck, confused and satisfied and fatigued all at the same time. We both dipped our fingers to his stomach and tasted from our mixed work. It was salty, sweet, earthy, and pure. My heart swelled with each taste.
What were these feelings? Was it a result of Master’s salves? Because...that climax...Master’s face...the cum we consumed...it sent all thoughts of binding myself to Alex for all time to the deepest regions of my mind.