by Jolene Avonn
Peter leaned forward and held himself above her like he was doing a push-up. He kept the tip of his cock between her outer lips and, centimeter-by-centimeter, eased it in. The pain, this time, was of the welcome, pleasurably large cock kind: intense, but all connected to the throbbing in her clit and nipples and belly.
“Is that okay?” Peter grunted. “Does it hurt?
Jamie looked at him, her expression now completely serious. She stretched her legs wide open and then extended to wrap them around Peter’s taut haunches. She laced her hands in the small of his back, then, in tandem, pulled him down with all her might at the same time she threw her hips up and clamped her legs tight.
They both cried out at once, at the same shock of the extreme tightness of Jamie’s pussy and the delicious surge of pleasure from the rapid, hard fuck-thrust.
“Unnnnnhhhhhhhh,” Jamie moaned. “Ohhhhh yes Peter, fuck me Peter, fuck me fuck me fuck me.” She tried to wrap herself around him, to latch on and never let go, as he pounded down and they both slammed against the bed.
Just like with her mouth, Jamie couldn’t quite take Peter’s cock. It wasn’t the length, it was the girth. She was simply tiny, and he was enormously wide, and the way he stretched Jamie’s pussy made her see a crazy pattern of stars when she closed her eyes. It was like her clit was finally getting all the cock attention it deserved, pressed firmly each time Peter slid in and out.
His heavy balls slapped against her, full and hard, and Peter’s noises were increasingly desperate. He moved his hands to squeeze tightly on Jamie’s breasts and she moaned even louder. His palms were hot, his strength so contained that she just knew he yearned to explode but wouldn’t, never, he’d never do anything more than please her as he pulled and tweaked her nipples until she wanted to burst into deliriously happy tears. She was filled again with that surging rush of endorphins. Peter was yelling something, crying out into her ear, and she couldn’t understand him. Her thoughts were scrambled, her entire being centered on the cock bottoming out now, disappearing completely into her body and emerging slick and hard, then slamming home again and again, forcing her to come in a completely uncontrollable convulsion of lust, oceans and rivers of squirting wetness, searing pain, insane joy, tears, all of it exploding, all of the tension she’d held in since joining the program – everything gushing from her eyes and mouth and pussy as she came and came and came, writhing on Peter’s dick.
“Come with me!” he was shouting. “Come, come, come now!” as she flung her body into his, nearly unconscious with pleasure. Then he unloaded, changing his words as his hips unleashed their full power and drove his piston of a dick into her very core.
“I’m...coming, Jamie. I’m...this is...ahhhhhhhhhh,” Peter yelled, fucking her like a machine, filling her with three huge streams of come, then countless smaller jets as he emptied his balls. Her pussy couldn’t contain his load. Trickles of semen flowed out around his wide dick, squirting and squishing as the two sex-crazed bodies thrashed and shouted and panted.
Jamie had only one thought: Save the seed. Save the seed. Save the seed. She envisioned squeezing her pussy shut, devouring the come that was still spilling out of Peter’s dick. She pushed with all her might and he rolled off, his cock sliding free with a wet popping noise. Then Jamie clamped both hands on her pussy. She raised her hips high. She held her pussy firm, determined to save Peter’s entire wonderful warm gift and consume it, if not with her mouth, then with her still-spasming pussy, gulping it, sucking it, sending it deep into her body to meet with a part of her and grow...
...hope. She wanted to grow hope.
Jamie wedged a pillow under her hips and stayed in that position until her legs started to fall asleep. Peter stayed next to her, laying on his side, stroking her arm lightly. He eventually nodded off.
Jamie kept her hands tight against her sex. It felt good. She felt full and sated. She felt warm and energized.
After she slid the pillow away and began to drift off to sleep, Jamie realized that even with Peter breathing rhythmically next to her, she couldn’t wait to see Will Adams in the morning.
In fact, though she wouldn’t remember it, she had cried out his name in the middle of her last orgasm. His face had danced in her mind’s eye. His concern echoed in her heart. Peter hadn’t noticed, either. Nobody did. It was simply another small form of hope trying to grow inside Jamie.
~~~
Jamie didn’t hop up and down in the shower the next morning. That’s what she’d done after Dr. Span used her. She couldn’t bear the thought of carrying his child. She felt guilty, like a traitor. But it was the truth: she hoped that every dose of semen over the next two weeks would wash away any trace of that asshole.
But after Peter, Jamie was blissfully calm. She sang to herself in the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy cotton robe. She made coffee and then waited excitedly for Dr. Adams.
Will. I can call him Will, she thought. The feelings were still purely platonic, or at least that’s what she told herself. She was blushing because she was still warm from the shower. She was glowing because Peter pleased her like nobody ever had before.
Sure.
Will tapped on the door precisely at 9 a.m. When he entered he looked anxious.
“How did everything go?”
Jamie smiled warmly. “Everything was absolutely perfect,” she said. Will’s shoulders sagged in relief.
“Good,” he said. “I hand-picked Peter. He’s one of our most conscientious partners.”
Jamie nodded. “That he is!” Then she blushed and looked down. She suddenly felt embarrassed to be talking about passionate sex. She was beginning to realize that she wanted it with him.
“Will,” she said as she lowered herself to the couch, “I want to thank you again.”
“Don’t you even think about it,” he said, joining her. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing what should be done. Treating you like a goddess.”
“What happened with Dr. Span?”
“Nothing, yet,” Will said. “He never showed up last night. I’ll find him today, you can count on it.”
Jamie felt a pang of worry. Dr. Span was still out there. She’d been perfectly content when she thought Will had confronted him. Now...
“Like I said,” Will said, noticing her wariness. “I’ll take care of Dr. Span.”
“I know,” Jamie said, nodding. “I’m sure you will.”
Will coughed lightly and surprised Jamie by taking her hand.
“Are you sure Peter was okay?” he asked, his expression clouded with something Jamie couldn’t quite explain.
“He was very, very good,” Jamie said quietly, shy again. “He was a true gentleman.”
“Well,” Will said. “I guess that’s good.” He sighed. Then he sighed again.
“What is the matter with you?” Jamie teased, suddenly emboldened. It sure looked to her like Will was blushing, too.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just that sometimes – ”
Silence draped over them and Jamie was all of a sudden very eager to hear how Will would finish his sentence. But he snapped his mouth shut and smiled ruefully.
“What, Will? Sometimes what?”
Will stood up quickly. “Miss Starr, this is very difficult for me to say right now. I haven’t encountered these feelings in a long time.” He chuckled, and then took a long pull from the coffee mug Jamie had set next to him. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear:
“Sometimes I wish I was one of the partners.”
Jamie’s eyes followed his as he stood up straight and adjusted his cufflinks. He couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could she.
“Maybe you could be,” she said.
“If only,” he said. “But one thing I can do is make sure you get the best treatment possible. So while I won’t promise I’ll appear on your partner list, as much as that pains me, I’ll do my damnedest to make sure you only receive men like Peter from now on.”
Jamie laughed and touc
hed Will’s thigh.
“I’ll only be thinking of you,” she said. They both laughed then, and they both knew that she meant it.
Will left to continue his rounds. Jamie couldn’t have wiped the smile off her face to save her life.
Unfortunately, she’d have some help. She was only few hours away from another encounter with Dr. Span. And this time, it would end up being much, much worse.
END
BRED FOR ALL
Ellie Saxx
On Day 11, Dr. Span returned.
Jamie could tell it was him by how he pounded on the door. It wasn’t a request – it was a command. The sound turned her chest cold and hollow. Jamie tugged her long robe tight and stayed still on the couch. Maybe he’d leave.
“Miss Starr!” Dr. Span shouted. “Open up!”
Go away go away go away.
Jamie squeezed her eyes shut and wished for Will Adams, the facility’s younger doctor, to magically appear. He’d assured her that Dr. Span wouldn’t be a problem ever again. No more rough sex. No more humiliation. With any luck in this apocalyptic world of perpetual bad news, it wouldn’t be his contribution that eventually impregnated her.
“Open up or I’m coming in!” the doctor yelled.
Jamie shivered. Earlier in the day she’d allowed herself a moment of relaxation.
Maybe being a breeder at Rays of Hope wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe men like Peter would continue to be kind partners.
She’d even painted her nails, on a complete whim, covering them with a dark pink polish that she found in her nightstand. It was a small signal, a glimpse of what used to be normal.
But now, evil was at her door. And the handle was turning. He had a key. The lock clicked, the door swung open and slammed shut, and Dr. Span stormed into the living room. His dress shoes thumped on the entryway tiles like hammers.
“Oh, so there you are,” he said. “Thought I’d just give up, did you?”
Jamie shook her head, her ponytail slapping side to side. “No, Dr. Span. I was in the other room – ”
“Bullshit!” he bellowed. “I know you talked to Adams. Trying to get me thrown off the ward? You think anyone cares about your complaints?”
Jamie looked up at the tall man and didn’t shy from his withering gaze. Despite the rush of fear, something had clicked. His arrogance and sense of superiority made him think he could dominate her. She wasn’t going to take it this time. He wasn’t going to shove her down. He wasn’t going to penetrate her, not even if she was a breeder bound to the whims of her partners.
She wasn’t going to submit. Not without a fight.
“You hurt me,” she said slowly. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”
Dr. Span laughed and bent down so his face was right in front of hers. “I wasn’t supposed to do that?” he said, mimicking her voice.
Jamie nodded, pulling her knees to her chest. She was naked underneath the robe and was thankful that it was long and full enough to cover her. She shuddered at the memory of Dr. Span examining her with those big, rough hands.
“Well, guess what else I’m not supposed to do?” he said as he started to unbutton his pants. “I bet you thought I forgot about that tight little ass of yours. I’m here for a real deep taste this time, and nobody’s going to do a thing about it.”
“Dr. Span, no!” Jamie said. “I don’t want you to touch me!”
The doctor dropped his black pants to his ankles. His cock tented his boxers, the wide shaft visible through a gap in the front.
“It’s not about what you want, Miss Starr. You should understand that by now,” he said in a low voice. “You’re here to do whatever I say.” He grabbed for Jamie’s robe.
Jamie smacked his hand away, but Dr. Span grabbed her wrist tight and shoved her back on the couch. He battled her flailing arms until he had them both gripped tight in one hand.
“Dr. Span, please!” Jamie said.
He didn’t respond. He pawed at Jamie’s robe until he’d pushed it over her hips. His cock poked long and hard through the opening of his boxers, the tip glistening with eager pre-cum. He gripped her ass hard and pushed her cheeks apart, leering at her as she fought in vain. His hand was hot, as if he’d held it in a fire and was branding her with a vicious outline of his talon-like fingers. He slid his hand up along her lower back and side, groping at her breasts, and then he pulled back and gave her ass a firm, stinging slap.
“I’m going to enjoy this a great deal, Miss Starr,” he growled. He leaned close, his cock aimed at her tightest entrance.
Jamie squirmed and gyrated until she’d wedged her bottom down toward the couch cushions. Anything to fight for more time. Dr. Span kept laughing, taunting her as she twisted and turned.
“Keep trying!” he said gleefully. “I like it!”
Adrenalin was only taking Jamie so far. She had halfway wriggled out of her robe. Dr. Span squeezed down hard on her wrists to keep her still. He pulled until she was stuck sideways on the couch, arms immobilized, and ass squarely below his ready member.
“Ahhhhh,” Dr. Span moaned, squatting low. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock shiny and slick, obviously enjoying the preparations. His shaft swelled under his tight grip. He brushed a finger across her pussy, dipping in to the first hints of her reflexive dampness.
Jamie cried out again. “No!”
“Here it comes,” Dr. Span murmured.
Jamie clenched her teeth. How could this be happening again? Why wouldn’t anyone stop him?
Time slowed to a near standstill. She felt Dr. Span’s wide cockhead against her. He was insistent, grunting in satisfaction. She was tight. Too tight. She flexed hard, determined to resist. Dr. Span’s fingers dug in to her flesh. His grunts turned to rage-filled shouts.
“Take it!” he yelled, over and over. “Quit fighting it!”
Jamie wiggled and squirmed, but Dr. Span was winning. Her breaths were ragged. Her vision went hazy. She was about to sink in to the couch...it was over...
“Span!”
A shout from the entryway. Dr. Span froze.
It was Will. It had to be. Jamie held her breath and rolled to her side, away from Span’s impending thrust. Dr. Span stood up straight, awkwardly, with his twitching cock waving in front of him. He released Jamie’s wrists and turned to face his accuser.
Will Adams, the man who’d promised Jamie would be treated well, moved across the room in three long strides.
“What the hell are you doing? Jamie, was he trying to hurt you?”
“Keep your mouth shut, Miss Starr,” Dr. Span whispered savagely. He glared at Jamie, and then turned to face Will. “This little bastard doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”
Dr. Span never saw the blow coming. Will had wound up quickly, and his punch landed on the older doctor’s jaw right as he’d turned away from Jamie. Knuckles met bone with a sickening crack. Dr. Span fell in a heap and made a soft snoring noise that belied the savagery of the punch.
Jamie froze. The sound of Will’s fist on Span’s face echoed in the room. She felt sick and thrilled at the same time. Stunned, she didn’t notice for several moments that her robe was still tangled and yanked up. She pulled it closed, fumbling with the belt clumsily. Will stood in front of her, shaking his hand and grimacing, careful not to stare too hard at her heaving chest.
A different Jamie – one overcome with rage – took control of her body as she rose from the couch. She smoothed her hands over robe and glanced at Will. Then she stood over Dr. Span. His cheek was already a deep red.
“I...I think his jaw might be broken,” Will said.
“Good,” Jamie whispered. Her gaze drifted down. Dr. Span hadn’t even pulled his pants up. His flaccid cock lay limp in his lap.
Jamie shoved a foot between Dr. Span’s legs, shoving them apart at the knees so he was completely exposed.
“Jamie,” Will said. “What are you – ”
Jamie pulled her foot back like she was going to kick a soccer ball.
She lashed her foot forward as hard as possible, her body filled with immeasurable joy when she made contact.
Dr. Span had just come to when Jamie’s brutal kick landed. He took the blow, sat up briefly with his face twisted in a new kind of pain, then grunted and squealed like he’d been punctured. He made a pleading noise when he saw Jamie pull her foot back again.
“Fuck you, Span,” Jamie said.
When her foot connected for the second time, he clutched his crotch and rolled on to his side, moaning like a ruined man.
~~~
Jamie was icing her ankle when Will returned. He’d dragged Dr. Span out to the hallway to wait for a security team, mostly because Jamie had continued kicking the man in the groin. She didn’t remember much of the encounter – just intense fear when he pawed at her ass, rage as his cock surged against her, and joy each time she kicked him.
“You will definitely never see him again,” Will said, sinking in to an armchair across from the couch. “Security already took him away. He’s probably going to end up swinging a pickaxe in a mine. Serves him right.”
Jamie took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you, Will,” she said.
Will shook his head and thumbed through his notepad, unable to make eye contact. “I’m sorry he made it in here again. It’s my fault. I’m just glad I came by to check on you.”
“Me, too.”
“I have to say, you have quite a kick,” Will said after a minute of silence. Then he laughed a little. “Nice nail polish, by the way.”
Jamie watched his mouth curl up at the edges, endearing dimples sinking in his cheeks, and couldn’t help laughing as well. They both sighed heavily and let the tension dissipate, content to sit in each other’s presence without speaking more than a few words. Jamie was secretly quite pleased that he’d noticed the small detail of the polish.