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  Breeder

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2017 by Jordan Silver

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

  Excerpt

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  1

  “How’s my little breeder?” Her eyes flew up to mine from her place on my bed, where her arms and legs were still tied, leaving her body open for my pleasure. Her eyes no longer spat fire at me these days; it was more like a smoldering flame. Lust mixed with anger and just a lingering tinge of fear.

  The fear stemmed from my unpredictability and the uncertainty of what comes next from one day to another. But not since her first two weeks as my captive have I given her reason to fear me. In fact I think she’s more afraid of what she’d become, of her body’s response to me and the things I make her feel, than of any physical harm perpetrated by me.

  I had one of her naked tits in my hand, fondling the pebbled erect nipple while I had the fingers of the other stuffed in her wet cunt. I smiled into her eyes as the significance of my words registered.

  I finger fucked her nice and deep, spreading her open to take my cock which was unusually hard at the fact that I’d bred her sweet young pussy, which had been my sole intent; my reason for taking her.

  After weeks of trying I’d finally got the results I’ve been hoping for. But planting my seed in her was only half the battle; we’d only just begun. I grinned at her when her eyes widened with realization. She shook her head no, I nodded mine yes.

  Poor little girl lost, her whole life had just been turned upside down. She made a sound of distress and I lowered my head to take her lips beneath mine to calm her. I shouldn’t care about her comfort, but somehow I couldn’t seem to help myself.

  I didn’t want to feel anything for her, hadn’t set out to, but from the very beginning she’d got under my skin. It hadn’t stopped me from going through with my sinister plans though. I was owed a debt and she was the only one who could pay it.

  I pulled my fingers from her wet pussy and licked them slowly one by one, while looking into her eyes. “Aren’t you happy you’re going to have my baby? Say ‘yes Royce’. I pinched her nipple and fucked my fingers back into her hard.

  “Yes Royce.” She said it too grudgingly for my liking so I set about making her a little more pleasant. I wouldn’t even give her that, the ability to defy me.

  In the last few weeks I’d taught her body how to respond to my every touch, even when she fought me. Her lips might scream and yell invectives at me, but her body always told a different story.

  I pressed my thumb down on her fat clit and eased the pressure of the fingers I had stuffed in her hot cunt. It wasn’t long before her moans reached my ears and her face heated with embarrassment. “You love that don’t you babygirl? Should I fuck you with something harder, longer?” I teased her as she bit into her lip to hide the moans of pleasure before they escaped.

  Even as her eyes held defiance, she pushed her pussy into my hand trying to get my fingers even deeper inside her hungry cunt. I teased her cunt mercilessly, until her juices began to flow. I wanted her mindless before I gave her my cock, which is what she’s really after. I didn’t miss the way her eyes kept flicking to it ever since I came back into the room.

  She was still fighting her need after all these weeks, but we both knew that as soon as I climbed between her legs she’d let me have her any way I want. It had become a game between us. Her holding out as long as she could while I used her body against her until she had no control left.

  In a few minutes she’d beg me to fuck her but I won’t give in until she cursed at me until she got her way. I liked bringing her to that point so that as she lay here afterward the memory would keep her company. I started the game as usual, using words to inflame her until I sent her body up in flames.

  “I wonder what your parents would say if they could see you now. Especially the man who used to be your dad.” I grinned at her look of apprehension. That was a new one. I’ve been taking pictures of her since the night I took her and tied her to my bed, but she never knew the reasoning behind my photography. I’d even let her think once or twice that I was sharing them on the net.

  “Should I send him a picture of me fucking you from behind? Or maybe the video of the first time I took your ass. You remember, when you cried and pleaded for me to stop because I tore your ass, only to beg me seconds later to fuck you harder?” I kissed her trembling lips as she started to speak. I didn’t want to hear anything but her screaming pleas to be fucked.

  I waited until she forgot where she was and started to feed on my tongue before pulling back to whisper in her ear. “Or how about when you took my cock in your mouth the first time and I painted your face with jizz? That is a beautiful shot if I do say so myself. Do you think he’d like that one? Hmm, decisions-decisions.” I knew that the thought terrified her and kept her little ass quiet when nothing else did.

  That’s why I had the whole place rigged with cameras. Her every move was being recorded and she never knew which one of the degrading things I made her do was going to end up on a disc in her parents’ mailbox, or in every mailbox in her old neighborhood.

  I knew it drove fear in her heart to be that exposed, the thought of having them see her like this. Especially those times when she was the one begging me to fuck her. She’d come a long way from those early weeks and I knew she was remembering each and every time she’d been the aggressor. She wouldn’t want them seeing that.

  I guess some might call it Stockholm syndrome or some shit, maybe, maybe not. I’m not sure how well that would play since I’d made her come to me and had the evidence to prove it. It was only when she learned the truth of why I’d taken her that fear had come into play.

  I wasn’t swayed by her fear, something she’d learned real quick. I stopped caring about other people a long time ago. When those who looked like me, talked like me, even acted like me, had destroyed my life without a second thought. Unlucky for her she was the only way I could see clear to exacting my revenge.

  I didn’t let myself dwell on the dark past for too long. Today was a good day, a day of celebration. It had been a long time coming, and I wasn’t about to let anything mar it. My plan for revenge was coming to fruition, but it wouldn’t be complete until the ones who had taken everything from me were destroyed. Her pregnancy was just the beginning.

  For now I put those thoughts away and concentrated on her body. She really was a thing of beauty. Long well shaped legs, concave stomach, which won’t be that way for much longer once my child started to grow inside her, and perfect round breasts that were almost too big for her small frame. I could already imagine my child suckling there getting all the sustenance he or she needed to survive.

  As usual my perusal of her body made my cock react and it leaked pre-cum faster now, which pissed me off. I drove my fingers harder into her willing cunt while teasing her clit with my thumb as punishment for making me feel. I couldn’t forget what we were doing here, what this was all about, but more and more of late I find myself slipping.

  It was her response to me, no other woman had ever accepted my body the way she has. I hadn’t expected this young girl to be able to
take me the way she does. But her body seemed to be made for me. Her pussy fits me like a glove and my cock can’t go for too long without being shoved inside her.

  If she ever knew that I was as much her captive as she is mine, the tables would turn. I can’t let that happen. So I have to keep the upper hand at all times. It’s getting harder and harder not to blur the lines though.

  My thoughts were starting to piss me the fuck off. I’d even forgotten my real purpose for coming in here, other than to tell her the good news that she was going to be a mother. Now I looked towards the side table where I’d left her food. I’d forgotten all about that shit as soon as I touched her. I shook my head to clear it and grinned secretly at myself. If I’m not careful, I’ll fuck around and fall for her. Not gonna happen.

  2

  “I brought you some food, you’ve got to eat. I want my son or daughter to be healthy.” She tried turning her head away from me but I wasn’t having that shit. I fucked my fingers hard into her for her defiance.

  “Eyes front.” Her head snapped around quickly at my tone. She didn’t want another ass whipping like the one she got yesterday for mouthing off at me.

  I grinned at the memory of it. That had been a wild fuck, maybe the last for a while. I didn’t want anything harming the child in her womb. I’ll have to fuck her tight little pussy with more care from now on. But yesterday I’d fucked deep into her belly while she screamed into the bed where I had her head buried with her ass in the air and my cock balls deep in her tight pink pussy.

  Her ass had still born the welts from my whip and her pussy I am sure was still sore from the fucking I’d just given her when I flipped her over and fucked her on her back, driving her raw ass into the mattress beneath. She’d screamed and pleaded even as her pussy leaked, and I’d enjoyed every minute of it. Now I fucked her faster with my fingers to show her who’s boss.

  Her eyes lost their look of defiance and I saw the minute her body took over. I eased the pressure of my fingers inside her, knowing it would make her crazy. I felt her tense as her pussy tightened around my digits. Her body grew flush and her pussy heat singed my fingers, she was close.

  “Your pussy is ready for me now, but you’ll have to wait. Your food is growing cold.” I deliberately withdrew my fingers from her body just as she reached climax. She whimpered and her eyes followed the line of pre-cum that trailed from my cock as I stood to grab her food, leaving her desperate to be fucked.

  The mask on my face was starting to itch, but I daren’t take it off. I knew exactly what would happen once I did. She would most likely fall in love with my looks, most members of the opposite sex do. But that’s not what I wanted from this particular girl. I wanted her fear, her hate and her despair, just for starters.

  I wanted to take her body day after day even after I’d planted my seed, because I knew she found me repulsive except when I was planted deep in her belly. That’s just the way I wanted it to stay. Being able to use her body against her was part of the pleasure. The fact that the monster could get her to crave his cock, could make her beg him to fuck her, was part of my psychological warfare.

  I wanted her to fear my coming to her until the day all was revealed. My biggest victory though, will be to get her to fall in love with the beast. I wanted to own her heart mind and soul, which wasn’t necessarily what I’d set out to do. But I’m honest enough to admit that she had got me to change up my plans. Not necessarily a good thing for her. I’d only planned to breed her and set her free. Now I wasn’t so sure that that’s what I wanted.

  She’d grown on me I guess you can say. She was nothing like the spoilt daughter of a murderer that I’d expected her to be. Nothing like the man I hated above all others. It made no difference to me though. I might keep her longer than her used by date, but I’ll never give her my heart. I’ll never let my heart feel again, least of all for my enemy’s kid.

  I veered away from those thoughts again as I spoon-fed her the fish and vegetables I’d made her for lunch. From now on I had to make sure that all her meals were on the healthier side. Not that I’d been depriving her before, but I was still spoiling her every once in a while with the occasional fast food burger here and there. Part of my plan to have her eating from my hand before we were through.

  I’d studied her for a long time before I took her. I’d made it my business to get to know everything about her before I made my approach. I use that knowledge now to show her my power and to instill fear. I knew her most private secrets and innermost thoughts. What she hadn’t shared freely during those months when I’d been grooming her, I’d hacked into her computer to learn for myself.

  She’d trusted me from the beginning, which had been part of my plan. By learning all her likes and dislikes, I’d been able to convince her that we shared a lot of the same interests. She’d eaten it up, as sheltered as she was in the little town she grew up in. By the time I came along she was dying for adventure. But where she thought our acquaintance would be no more than a secret tryst with an older man, something she could giggle with her friends over, I had taken that shit much farther.

  I’d been the perfect gentleman when I first approached her online in one of the chat rooms she frequented. I played on her interest and kept it cool and nonthreatening. It had taken me the better part of a month to break her down and have her eating out of my hands before we met.

  I admit I played her like a fiddle, while not giving anything of myself to her. Though she had some qualities that I had not expected, given whom her dad was, I had steeled myself against feeling anything. I’d shut my mind off from anything that would make me turn back from the plans I’d set in motion. I still had a score to settle and it didn’t matter that she was a nice girl after all.

  I’d altered things a bit sure, but not in anyway that would make her doubt the severity of the situation she now found herself in. I could be crass and say that it was partly her fault that she now found herself spread-eagled on my bed. But the truth is, I’d worked her.

  I’d taken precious time over that month to wear down her defenses and put her at ease. I made sure there were no red flags, even going so far as to choose the identity of someone who on the surface had no blemish. I knew she’d check me out.

  Had she dug beneath the profile I’d invented she would’ve seen he didn’t exist, well, not beyond his name anyway. I gave her just enough that if she did a topical search it would pan out. I was hoping and was proved right, that a small town girl wouldn’t have the first clue how to go digging any deeper than what I wanted her to find.

  By the time I had her in the palm of my hand I was ready to say fuck it and just go nab her. I was running out of patience, her ingrained sense of caution stood in my way. But she’d saved me from having to do that. With just a few last pushes, she’d fallen neatly into my trap. And all it had taken was my absence for a few days. Little did she know that in that time I’d been putting my alternative plans in motion.

  Imagine my surprise when I checked my messages and found a dozen or more from her pleading with me not to leave her. My plan had worked after all and I had her just where I wanted her. I’d played it off like I was tired of her distrust and since she didn’t have any interest in meeting me in the flesh, was ready to move on to someone who was.

  I was surprised that even though she hadn’t seen a picture of me, she was willing to buy my description of myself. I’d sold her the lie that I couldn’t publicize my image because of my work. That was only partially true though. It was true that my past work undercover wouldn’t have allowed me to plaster my face all over the net. But since I’d taken an extended leave from my job and wasn’t sure that I would be going back, it really didn’t matter at that point.

  Still she fell for it and was panting to meet me by the time she finally caved. To fit into my plans, I’d had her meet me at a neutral place; somewhere she would feel safe with other people around. What she hadn’t realized was that the place was backed by woods. I’d told her where to par
k for just that reason.

  The place was a couple towns over from her hometown because of course she didn’t want to run into anyone she knew, which played right in with my plans.

  She’d shown up that night full of excitement and I’d watched her from my vantage point in the tree line. I waited until she closed and locked the door before making my move and she didn’t know what hit her after I put the cloth with the chloroform over her mouth and nose.

  I’d run through the woods with her thrown over my shoulders back to my truck which had been parked on the side street on the other side of the woods. I knew it would be safe because no one drove those streets after dark. There was some kind of local legend about strange things happening there after dark, another reason I’d chosen that location.

  She’d fought me hard the first time she woke up and found herself in my bed. I never heard such language from such a little thing. She’d kicked and screamed bloody murder when I breeched her and got her virgin blood on my cock. That had been a bit of a surprise.

  Although she’d never seen me, there was no shortage of photos of her online. I never expected someone who looked like her to be pure. She had a body made for fucking, and unless the boys in her town were brain dead, I couldn’t figure out the reason for her holding onto her virginity that long.

  It had thrown me for a second, had almost stopped me in my tracks. I felt like an animal that first time, but all it took was the memory of the lifeblood of another bleeding into the asphalt of a dark deserted road in the middle of the night to get me back on track.

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