Specifically, I want my daily vitamins and oral birth control to be spiked with fertility drugs for as long as my partner deems appropriate, without my knowledge, of course. He goes even further in violating my body, exploiting my chemistry, conducting ovulation tests in my sleep for weeks. Even keeping a hidden journal to track my induced progress toward successful insemination. He ties me down with my legs suspended while I sleep, wrists shackled and my mouth covered with his hand as I wake to the sensation of his bare dick pressing into me, the throbbing head slick with sticky pre-cum. My eyes widen, and he quiets me by pressing his free hand against my throat as I helplessly buck my hips against him pitifully trying to stop the quickening invasion. He’s pushing harder, growing thicker inside my tightening cunt as I grip him, swelling with his giant batch of Olympic champion seed as hot tears escape my eyes. Knowing he’s fathered many children without failure before me, I begin squirming, thrashing my hips, unable to stop his cock from reaching my unsuspecting cervix. Now comes the realization that the more I fight the harder I’ll be fucked and I have no choice not to give birth to his child. Any shred of hope I have not to become pregnant again vanishes when the hand that was on my neck reaches over my face and holds up a large, pink and white bottle with a picture on the label of a smiling woman cradling her very pregnant belly.

He shakes it, and I hear rattling inside, from the sound there is only noise made by 2 or 3 remaining capsules. This is what he’s been replacing my supplements with. He sets the bottle down, never breaking rhythm as he fully buries his dick until the slap of his balls against my ass drains me of the will to fight. He growls loudly, demanding my eyes stay open to watch as he shows me the intimidatingly large plug he will insert once I’m full to his satisfaction. I can’t force a drop of his semen out so long as my ankles are above my head, he grins that I know this to be a planned pregnancy. Nodding his head to the side, signaling for me to look toward the wall where my calendar hangs, his smug confidence immediately apparent by the red X boldly marked on the fertility chart in a window 9 months away.

There’s drafts of pregnancy announcements stacked neatly beside us on the nightstand, what combination of drugs have I been on to support this campaign?? I squeal in fear as the quick, forceful pumps are about to release his seed, and I’m rocked into orgasmic convulsions of my own until my ears are ringing. Tears streaming in rivers, pooling in my ears now, agonizing pleasure betrays me! Further offensive, beads of milk have appeared on my nipples which he leans down to collect, sloppily lapping it up with his long, fat, dripping tongue. I wince as he suckles my barely flowing milk, deliberately too gentle, slowly, knowing how the tingling pressure of nursing I had just barely recovered from a committed schedule to a month ago, turns me on…Now my eyes are squeezed shut but I can’t not hear his barbaric grunting become desperate, it’s coming, I’m going to be pregnant, he won’t stop, oh God, please don’t, not inside! 😫😭🤢 Triumphantly groaning with one final thrust, powerfully slamming his raw load with fierce determination into my pulsating pussy, he collapses on top of me in a sweaty, repulsive heap.

But still unfinished, I feel him twitch his hand, his fingers searching for a familiar trail…What are you doing now…His hand cups my pussy, plunging and slapping it with his palm as though priming it before pushing that awful plug into my freshly fucked cunt. Sucking my neck, the bastard finishes his assault on my womb by masturbating my slippery clit and puffy nipples into relentless orgasm, commanding my cervix to dip into the gooey pool of his eager sperm swarming my secretly VERY fertile pussy…