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When I woke up I was blindfolded, gagged, and tied to something metal and cold
and I immediately knew I was naked and lying on a cold wooden floor. The last I
remembered was getting into my car and then feeling a shattering jolt through my
body just before everything went black. I did my best to be rational about my
situation but the minutes dragged into hours and my imagination went wild. I’d
always imagined myself a tough girl, but here I was, utterly defenseless and
sobbing like a baby.

I don’t know when, but I ended up focusing so much on my body that I realized I
needed to pee. I tried to get the attention of whomever my jailer was but
shaking around, trying to scream through the gag, and sobbing some more, of
course. Ultimately, I ended up peeing on the floor for the first time since I
was two years old. Some hours later, still lying in my own urine I followed up
my degradation by crapping myself, too. There is something cathartic and
relaxing about crapping and I ended up fast asleep in spite of my current
condition.

I woke up to being lifted out of my waste and carried to a waiting shower where
the warm water was already running. Mildew and mold lined the stall so badly
that the tile underneath could barely be made out in the faint light of the
single, bare light bulb. The blindfold was finally removed, along with my
handcuffs and shackles and I turned to see a hooded figure…a man.

“Get in there and clean up.”

I tried to respond, but the gag was secured over my head with some sort of
harness that was locked in the back with a tiny padlock. I found out that
exploring my new universe wasn’t a good idea.

“I didn’t tell you to fuck around, I told you to CLEAN THE FUCK UP!”

My captor emphasized his point with a tap on my ass from something electrical.
The crackling sound of the discharge was followed immediately by the most
searing pain that seemed to wrack my whole being.

I’m a pretty smart girl and I figure shit out quick. I stepped into the shower
and took up the waiting soap and went to work. The warm water was a relief to my
sore muscles and I enjoyed letting it just trickle down my body. Even in these
terrifying circumstances I managed to find a little relief. When I shut the
water off I ventured from the shower to find a towel waiting for me so I dried
off. I had no sooner hung up the towel when my captor opened the bathroom door.
I looked at him as best I could and I could see his brown eyes and a little dark
hair peeking out from under what I know realized was a black ski-mask

“Don’t look at me, you fucking sow,” he growled ,”get your fucking hands out
right now.” In his hands were the handcuffs.

A million things went through my mind in a brief moment, killing him, killing
myself, running, fighting, calling the military, asking Scotty to please beam me
the fuck out of here, and then I ended up just holding my hands out.

“Good sow.”

He locked up my hands behind me and then we walked through what was an almost
abandoned looking house. Dusty furniture was haphazardly arrayed through the
rooms and I could see filthy dishes piled up in the kitchen as he walked me past
it to an open basement door.

I hesitated briefly and he just nudged me forward and down the stairs to a dark,
yet curiously warm, basement.

At the foot of the stairs he flicked on the light to reveal a very fashionably
decorated room, replete with a plasma TV and a beautiful stereo system. The
plush carpet was warm on my bare feet as he led me to an odd looking chair over
a tiled area of the floor. In contrast to the rest of the room this chair and
it’s setting were almost surreal but then somehow fitting when the contrast
between upstairs and downstairs was considered.

He undid the cuffs and sat me down in the chair and, again, I cannot imagine why
I complied so easily. My hands were soon secured and then he secured my ankles
at the foot of the chair. The reason for the odd appearance of the chair was now
evident as he pushed my ankles apart and locked the separate parts of the chair
in place, leaving my legs at a more than ninety-degree angle to each other.

He walked over to the stereo and turned on the CD. I quaked in fear as he
undressed himself to the opening of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”. My tears flowed
and I sobbed anew as he turned to walk towards me, his penis jutting out
obscenely from his body. I will say that he was the very picture of health,
although he seemed to be a little skinny for his frame. The thought that at
least his cock wasn’t huge crossed my mind as my rapist approached me.

I closed my eyes and cringed, waiting for him, when I heard him stop and pause a
moment. He looked at me as he poured baby oil in his hand and began stroking his
cock.

He smiled at me.

“I’m not so cruel, you know, you don’t think I’d want to hurt the mother of my
baby, do you?” He smiled as he saw the fear and the realization in my eyes that
this was actually going to be worse than just rape.

I cringed as baby oil was sprayed on my crotch and he reached over and rubbed it
into my pussy. I closed my eyes again and then he slapped me on my thigh.

“Sow, watch or I’ll make you watch, got that?”

I nodded my understanding and kept my eyes open.

With that he lined up his oiled cock with my oiled pussy and I watched in terror
as his cock, stroke by stroke, was buried into my body. My boyfriend and I had
always made love in the dark, with a condom on, so it was a whole new feeling
and emotion to see and feel a bare, unprotected cock enter me and fill me. My
period had ended a week and a half ago and I’d had my usual ovulating cramps the
day before and I found myself in livid fear of the reality of what was
happening.

“Ahhh, yes.”

Our pelvic bones met and I felt the tip of his cock nudge up against my cervix
with just a slight discomfort. Then he withdrew and began a steady rhythm of
thrusting into me.

It was at this point that I found it strange that here I was, naked and impaled
on his cock, helpless to him, and his hands were only touching my thighs. My
bare breasts were available to him and his hands never wandered. His head fell
back as he thrust into me, his pleasure clearly building.

“Mmmff, yeah…”

His pace increased a bit and his hands moved to my ass, pulling me towards him
to meet his thrusts. His cock was now ranging deeper into me than my boyfriend
had ever done and it was getting more than a bit painful.

He suddenly slowed down and pulled me tight against him, his cock lodged deep
inside me.

“Here ya’ go…”

His eyes sort of half closed and he slowly, almost drunkenly, ground his cock in
me. I felt him start to get rigid and I knew what was about to happen. He looked
at me in his dreamy state and I felt his cock begin to pump his load into my
waiting, fertile body. Of course, I cried as my virginity was now completely
claimed by this stranger…this rapist.

His cock feebly plowed me some more and then his head went back again just as
the full force of sperm sprayed into me. I felt the warmth of a man’s sperm in
my body for the very first time and, even though it wasn’t what I’d wanted, it
felt somehow natural to finally have sex the way nature intended people to. In
the middle of my fear a strange erotic sense filled me with the wonder of what
could happen in my body, in my womb.

Abruptly, my lover ended our mating as his cock fell out of me and I heard the
splat of his sperm on the tile below my chair. He walked behind me as my common
sense came back to me and I prayed that his sperm would all just fall out of me.
I heard a click on the chair and then the world turned upside down for me. My
blood rushed to my head and I realized what he was doing.

“Can’t have my little swimmers go to waste, can I? I was saving them up for you
for almost a week and I’ll be fucked if they’re just going down the drain and
not your pussy.”

I was so fucked. I didn’t feel anymore of his cum run out of my pussy and I
resigned myself to my new lot in life, hoping that since he wanted me to bear
him a baby that I would at least live to be free someday.

# # #

It took three more months of trying before he finally got me pregnant. He fixed
up the basement with a heavy door and I agreed not to try to escape and he
agreed to let me free, at least from the chair. He made it very comfortable for
me and became very tender to me at times, especially as I came to term. Finally,
he one day had to help me back into the chair where he’d impregnated me so that
he could receive the product of our mating. My little girl was born and he
insisted that her name was to be Amy. Another few weeks went by while I
recovered from the birth and I bonded with my daughter as she nursed at my
breast.

One morning I woke up and the basement door was open. I wandered up to the main
floor of the house and found a note on the wall opposite the door.

“Please take good care of our little girl. You are a good mother and I knew
you’d be when I first saw you. Inside Amy’s teddy bear is everything you’ll ever
need. Bye.”

The teddy bear’s ass was filled with $100 bills, a thousand of them, and a set
of keys for an old Chevy that was parked out in front of the old house. I was
free to return to my life with my daughter and as I went downstairs and gathered
her up I looked around the room that had been my home for a year and I cried. As
bad as it had been, this had become the happiest home I’d ever had and now I was
leaving to start a life as a single mom. I still can’t believe that I miss my
rapist…my mate…my lover…the father of my child.