ushernet Chapter 12 – Breeding Day
Chapter 12 – Breeding Day
Chapter 12 – Breeding Day
The orphans wake me up early so I can bathe. Yesterday was a simple day for me—no sex, just lots of massages. Only a few girls are in the bath when I get there. Breeding day is the only day the orphans give me any help, and it's just for my back. It does help me quickly finish and move to the kitchen, still naked. I eat alone; only one other girl is here. I eat quickly, knowing Mistress may walk in at any moment to take me away.
"Come," is all I hear behind me. I've been sitting for just a few minutes waiting for Mistress. I get up and follow her out.
"How's your health?" Mistress asks me when I catch up to her.
"Not pregnant, in perfect health, and released eggs," I respond.
"Good. This is an important person you will be carrying for, a Duchess. You'll have an easier time with this pregnancy. You'll have more rules about your activities, especially later in the pregnancy," Mistress informs me.
"Ok, I'm always careful with the children. But I'm glad to hear I'll have less risk involved." Some cheer in my voice.
"I know, but this scares me. I really can't have any problems with this pregnancy. Possibility of becoming a permanent slave is high."
Mistress takes me to the room and rushes me inside. The room has a bunch of paintings. All have something to do with fertility. Many contain the very same mark over my womb. In them are a few flowers used to make fertility potions. The far wall has a new painting, one of me heavily pregnant, likely a rendition of my last pregnancy. Above the door is a small statue of the goddess of fertility.
In the center of the room is the stocking. It is more than a place to lock my arms and head. It has armrests, a place to rest my stomach and legs. It is surprisingly comfortable to be in if I wasn't bred like cattle in it.
"I'll get you into it. The Duchess should be here soon, and I don't want to waste her time," Mistress commands. She is already lifting the bar to lock my head in.
I spread my legs and set them on the resting pads. Slowly scoot up till my head can fit into the neck slot. I place my two hands in next, then wait for the top to shut and for Mistress to lock me in. I hear the two clicks of the locks. Now all I need to do is wait to be fucked.
"Good, the door will be locked. The next person to enter will be the Duchess. Be a good girl," Mistress says and leaves. I hear the click of the lock. There are a few magic flames for light, so at least I'm not waiting in the dark.
I think about half an hour passes when I hear the door click to unlock.
"If you can play with my tits a little, you could speed this up. I orgasm with both parts no matter the way I get excited." I inform her. I start thinking about the warrior I massaged a few days ago to help me finish faster.
"I wish I could; little too tight down here," she starts to move me in and out a little. She starts to moan from the small motion. I begin to dream about the warrior—her strong muscles. How I would love to cuddle with her, my tits pressed against her back. One hand feeling her abs other teasing her tits. I would get her aroused enough that she would push my dick inside her. Then she rocks her hips to milk my dick. I start to moan from my fantasy.
The warrior in my daydream uses a hand to play with my clit, setting me off immediately. Her other hand reaches...
"Oh, there it goes. So much. I don't know what you did to finish this fast; I'm just starting to feel it. But thank you, a duchess really shouldn't be doing this with a brothel girl. I hope it works and we can work together. Let me do the sealing spell and switch who is inside who here." A bit of mana swirls, and I feel her go through my legs again. Then I hear her pulling the strapon up her legs.
"I hate these toys. Yours feels a lot better, and I wouldn't have to rock my hips. Soon, hopefully. I'm not sure how you haven't been bought yet, but if you do impregnate me, I may just do it instead of waiting for your time to end. I'm sorry about this being so businesslike. I mean, it is, but I don't particularly appreciate how this is happening. I just need strong kids. I haven't found a man I like yet that is anywhere near strong enough for me."
I hope she doesn't get to buy me. With the contract I signed with Mistress, she shouldn't be able to.
I feel her hands grab my waist and then a tip rubbing against my wet pussy.
"Alright, time to start. I'm not sure if you need to do anything for this, but if you do, please start." Then, the tip enters, going all the way in. She grips my waist tightly and slams her hips against me. I may not have the marks, but my ass is still sore from last night. So, pain shoots through me, mixing into my moans. She doesn't relent for about ten minutes, and then finally, I hear a higher-pitched moan, and fluid enters me.
"Damn, you feel good. I know the dildo helps, but I've never felt that good from a strapon, and I have some very expensive ones. It is a good thing brothels are frowned upon for higher nobility. I wouldn't leave with how good a fuck you all are." I don't really listen; I just check my status to see if there is a change. A few moments, and it doesn't happen, so I look at my other stats and see I've grown to level eight already. Two more, and I should get a skill or stat increase. I look back at my pregnancy status.
Nothing happens, and then the Duchess mounts me again. I guess she was told I would tell her if it worked, and well, I haven't told her yet.
She goes even harder this time. It seems like she is trying to break past my cervix. She grips my tits this time. Forcing milk out of my nipples and through her fingers. Luckily it seems she loves my tits and fucking hard and finishes faster this time, semen being directly sent to my womb this time. She stays there for a few minutes, and I return to looking for the change.
She slaps my ass to get my attention and says, "I need to leave. If you don't get pregnant, I'll see you again soon. Otherwise, I'll see you when you give birth." She drops the dildo out of me and starts to get dressed. A few minutes later, she walks out, and Mistress replaces her.
"I'm getting you out, and you know the position on the couch," is all she says. I hear the click and feel the headlock lift off me. I get out and lie on my back, waist, and legs, tilted up, and fall asleep, my status not yet changing.