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“Breeding?” Lila said with a smirk, willing herself not to laugh out loud and ruin the cozy atmosphere around the campfire. She took a sip from the almost finished handle of Jack and passed it off to Rachel, who was sitting to her left. “It can be a lot of fun, I agree, but I’d hardly call it deviant or extreme… It’s kinda why sex exists in the first place.”
It wasn’t that John had something so stupid that galled her; it was just obvious that there was more to him than that. She could see it in his predatory eyes, and she had no idea how he’d ended up with a sweet girl like Jen.
The idea that a wolf in sheep’s clothing, like that, would consider something as vanilla as breeding to be his biggest kink annoyed her. He’s up to something, she told herself. She just wished she knew what. Was he some kind of scammer? No, it felt like more than that.
The four women had been friends for a decade, and this weekend they were out here in the middle of nowhere along with Mia’s girlfriend, Rachel’s husband, and Jen’s current boytoy. It was the very end of a long weekend in the mountains, but even though most of their partners had gone to sleep so they’d be ready for the early drive out tomorrow, five of them still clustered around the fire in an unspoken prayer to make the weekend, and therefore their time together, last a little longer.
John shouldn’t be here, she decided ultimately. That’s the problem. This is supposed to be girl time, and the fact that he’s not snoring in a sleeping bag is just throwing me off.
This was how all their trips ended, with the four of them around the fire, gossiping away. And like always, when they mixed friendship and alcohol, the conversation had inevitably drifted toward sex. They’d spent the last half hour discussing fetishes, but very little had changed since college for any of them. If not for John, it would have been a fairly safe topic. Certainly safer than her relationship or wedding prospects.
Mia still loved her anonymous threesomes, Rachel and her husband were still active in the swinging scene, and Jen still loved to be tied up and made to be completely helpless, even if she was almost never brave enough to tell her boyfriends about those proclivities. Even though it had been a decade since they graduated, very little had changed on those fronts.
“What about you?” John asked, finally correctly noting that Lila was the only one who hadn’t been the focus of the conversation yet. “What are you into?”
“Everything,” Lila said, in a complete deadpan expression, without missing a beat.
All of her friends cracked up at that, and when John didn’t get the joke, Mia said, “Lila is the kinkiest girl I know. If it’s dark and depraved, she’s probably into it.”
If it had just been the girls, Lila would have blushed at that, but with a man around, she was determined to stay strong. “Let’s just say I like it rough,” Lila said finally, determined not to show too much to a guy who was obviously hiding something.
“Yeah, that’s an understatement,” Rachel laughed.
“So, like, BDSM?” John asked again.
“Down, boy!” Lila said, provoking another gale of laughter to pass around the fire.
The last thing she wanted to do was encourage this guy. Not just because he was with Jen, of course. They’d shared men in the past, and they might in the future. That wasn’t a big deal. In this case, it was the way that he was undressing her with his eyes and making her nipples ache under the sheer black top that held her firm 40B breasts just out of his reach.
Like you would ever be in my league, she thought to herself.
“Well, like, have you ever heard of CNC?” Mia said, making the other girls gasp scandalously. “'Cause she’s like that.”
“Mia. Warenburg. How dare you!” Lila said, feigning shock. “I would never. I am a respectable woman and will not be made the target of such scandalous rumors!”
“CNC Machines? Like those robots that fuck people?” John asked. “That’s cool. I thought that was just for porn.”
That time, everyone laughed, even Lila. Now that she’d been called out, she had to respond, of course. She went off on the poor guy, explaining what consensual nonconsent was and how hot it was not to have a choice. Normally, she never would have opened up this much, especially not to a guy. As far as she was concerned, a guy either got it and took what he wanted, or he didn’t, and he missed out.
She’d thought that John had been in the former category, which is why she’d been so guarded, but clearly he wasn’t the predator she thought he was, so she spent the next couple of minutes making him feel small while her friends cheered her on or blushed and squirmed. By the end of her rant, she was once again reminded of how much she loved her friends and how little they judged her.
Eventually, the conversation drifted to other topics. A few minutes later, they finally decided to call it a night, and after dousing the fire, everyone made their way back to their own tents to crash.
Of course, only Lila’s tent was empty. She’d been reminded of that fact every night they were here by someone’s moans. Their campsites were all a few dozen feet apart, but even though Lila’s was the furthest away, sound traveled well in such a quiet place, and so far, she’d played with her pussy to the sound of Mia’s moans and Jen’s muffled screams.
Not that she was complaining. There was no signal out here, so those voyeuristic sounds were all the porn she was likely to get.
Of all her friends, she was the most recently single, and she didn’t feel like introducing any of the big-dicked losers she used to keep her cravings away to her friends.
Guys who were good for calling over after the sun set were rarely worth showing off in the light of day. She wasn’t sure why that was the case, but she felt especially certain about it after seeing the way that John had looked at all of them as if they were on the menu.
Lila knew the way, but she never reached her tent. Instead, when she was getting close, someone shoved her down on the wet grass. First, she was face down, but then, in the struggle, she rolled over onto her back. They were on top of her the whole time; however, before she could scream, something cold and sharp pressed against her throat.
“Wha-what are you doing, John?” she guessed. She couldn’t see him in the dark well enough to say who it was, but unless some prisoner had escaped from an asylum, there weren’t a lot of other people it could be.
Silence lingered just long enough for her to begin to doubt, but then he growled. “Good guess, cunt. If you’re so smart, I’ll bet you know what comes next, too.”
As he spoke, his other hand was yanking the waistband of her comfy sweatpants off of her wide hips, even as his legs were sliding in between hers. He’d clearly done this before, and that thought sent a cold chill down her spine.
“Get the fuck off me,” she hissed. “This isn’t a fucking game. If you let me up right now, I’ll—”
“Go back to your tent and cream all over your fingers while you fantasize about this moment?” he laughed. “Why don’t I help you with that. I have a feeling that a girl like you needs something a little bigger.”
“I—” Lila was about to tell him to fuck off again in no uncertain terms, but that was the moment that his fingers reached her stubbly mound and pressed hard on her already leaking sex.
“Look at this,” he taunted her, nipping at her ear with his teeth. “Already wet and ready. It’s true. Out of all your slutty friends, you really are the most fucked up, aren’t you…”
“I… I don’t want thisss…” she whispered, willing herself to believe those words were true. That’s just from the drinking and the girl talk, she told herself.
She couldn’t lie to herself, though. Not when eight inches of sharp steel was resting against her throat and reminding her just how helpless she was. Nothing in this world turned her on more than being helpless and afraid, and even if he got off her right now, she’d be soaked for half the night.
Denying it became even harder when he forced two fingers inside of her, and he began to attack her G-spot with a forceful curling motion that made her breathe harder. Lila grabbed his wrist as she tried and failed to stop him. Two of her hands weren’t even as strong as one of his. She didn’t want this, at least most of her didn’t, but part of her did, and that part of her was quickly taking control.
“I’ll tell Jen,” she said, trying hard not to moan. “I’ll tell everyone. I’ll tell the fucking police that you’re a ahhhh… a rapist piece of ssssshit, John.” As she spoke, she found the way his thick, stubby fingers swirled inside her to be almost as distracting as the way he was holding her down.
He ignored her words and continued his assault. Somehow, even his unyielding silence was hot, though, and by the end of this, she was breathing hard and moaning as her first orgasm at another person’s hands in over a week approached her.
She hated him, but she desperately wanted that, so she made it a point not to break free at least until she came. Then, just like that, he stopped.
For a moment, she was disappointed and wondered why, but then she heard the sound of John unzipping his pants, and she knew. That was when she started to struggle in earnest again.
“No, stop, you can’t!” she said, louder than she meant to, as panic crept into her voice. “It's not a good time, I—”
In response to that, her rapist stabbed his knife deep into the loamy soil not so far from her head and then slapped her hard enough to stun her before he wrapped his now-freed right hand around her throat and started to squeeze.
“I thought ‘no’ wasn’t a word in your vocabulary, Lila?” he taunted as he grabbed his prick and lined it up with her hole. “I thought you said that you were down for anyone who was man enough to claim you. Was that true, or was that just tough talk in front of the girls?”
As he spoke, he slid the head of his cock up and down her dripping hole. That sensation was as unwelcome as it was delicious, and it made it hard to talk without moaning.
It was too dark to see anything, but her imagination filled in the gaps. In her mind's eye, she could see the veiny circumcised member pressing against her not-so-recently shaved hole. She could even guess at the size from the feeling of the head, and it was enough to make her bite her lip in anticipation.
She was unprotected now. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Even screaming had been taken off the table by the way he was holding her.
Part of her wanted to grab his knife and fight her way free, but that spark of resistance was fading fast, and when she felt his big dick start to force its way inside of her, it was extinguished completely. It just felt too good; she might hate the man, but this right here was her favorite fantasy, and the only way it would have been hotter is if he really had been a complete stranger instead of some entitled prick.
Visibly, nothing changed in that moment, but as she felt the head of his cock pop inside her, Lila’s struggles became purely performative. They were just foreplay now. She was struggling against him because it made the moment hotter, not because she wanted it to end anymore.
She might hate this asshole and resent the way he used her, but she certainly wasn’t about to stop now that he’d penetrated her, because she needed a whole lot more than just the tip. Instead of trying to push him off, she arced her back at the sensation, trying to force him deeper as the feelings of pleasure raced through her body.
He obliged, pressing his cock inside her as far as it would go, but it was only when he reached her womb and bottomed out inside her that he finally released his grip enough that she could finally gasp for air. “For a slut, this is a pretty tight pussy,” he growled. “You must not have had any good dick lately. Let me fix that for you.”
“Oh fuck…” Lila moaned softly. “I’m still going to tell her. I don’t care how many times you make me cum on your big cock. I’m still going to tell Jen what you did, and she’s going to dump your ass.”
“Dump me? For using you?” he chuckled. “I hope you do.” As he spoke, he started pumping slowly in and out of her. Despite the fact that she could feel every inch of him, his face was only just barely visible in the darkness.
“Make sure you don’t leave any of the details out,” he taunted. “She’ll want to hear about the knife and the way you begged me to stop. Those are her favorite parts.”
As he tried to get a rise out of her, he continued to slide in and out of her. He accelerated, too, like his twisted words were exciting him. They certainly excited Lila. She didn’t believe them, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t hot as fuck.
Even without the words, the slick friction of his violation all but overwhelmed her. Did she want this? She had no idea anymore. She hadn’t planned to get fucked in the grass outside her tent by someone else’s man, but now that she was here, well, it was hard to resist the feeling of his fat cock battering against her aching womb.
“Jen’s not like that, you sick fuck,” Lila answered, even as the man who was assaulting her used his free hands to pull down her top so he could start sucking on her nipples. “She-she’s a good girl. She… oh… mmmmm… she’d never date a fucking rapist.”
“Maybe that was true before I raped her,” John growled, not bothering to stop pumping his dick in and out of her as he spoke. “But it isn’t anymore. This was her idea. She worried you’d feel lonely all alone in your tent, so she suggested that I come keep you company. Afterward, well…”
He kept talking. He kept gloating, but Lila couldn’t hear him. Someone might as well have pressed the mute button. She couldn’t hear anything past those terrible words.
Before I raped her. Those words made Lila’s pussy gush and turned the orgasm that had been bearing down on her for the last half minute as he pounded her pussy from a semi-truck into a freight train.
She screamed as she came hard on the stranger’s dick that was pistoning in and out of her helpless hole, and she was a little grateful when he covered her mouth so that fewer people would hear what a whore she was.
It was funny, she mused as she was lost in that timeless moment of pleasure. A few minutes ago, I wanted to scream for help, and now I don’t want anyone to hear me but him. What the fuck is wrong with me?
That was probably an answer she’d never get, though. She had no idea why she was wired like this and probably never would. All she knew was that she loved it.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he gloated without stopping.
“Fuck you,” she spat back, and when he tried to kiss her, she bit his lip for his trouble.
“Oooo, kitty has claws,” he growled. “I wonder how many more times I’ll have to make you cum before you finally purr for me.”
“Nnnnhh… Never…” she grunted, ignoring the pleasure that was already building inside her again. “I’ll never submit to an ass like you…”
“Never’s a long time,” he smiled, “especially for the father of your children. I’m sure we’ll find a way to get along eventually, for their sake.”
“Mmmmy what?” she gasped, her blood running cold.
“Our kids,” he smiled, fucking her harder. “I’ll give you your first baby tonight when I knock you up, but I doubt that a woman like you will be happy with just one. After all, you’d make such a good mommy.”
Children. Baby. Mommy. Words like that were secret pressure points on her soul, and no matter how often she denied it when a man stumbled across them like this, it always made her melt. That terrible juxtaposition was even more savage when she was being used like this.
“Neverrr…” she groaned through gritted teeth.
“There’s that word again,” John teased, “But I can rape a fertile slut like you as many times as it takes. It's not like you can stop me.”
His casual entitlement, combined with the fact that they were fucking outdoors and against her will, had all been too much, but the sudden realization that she wasn’t on birth control right now and that it was a terrible time of the month for these games sent a panic through her. It was that panic that lit the match and set everything else aflame.
She wanted to gasp and beg him not to do this. She wanted to tell him how it wasn’t safe and that he could cum in her mouth or on her breasts. She couldn’t do any of that, though. Instead, all she could do was orgasm for the second time on his dangerous dick as he used her for his pleasure.
“God, you’re going to be a hot little mommy when these tits start leaking and this belly gets bigger,” he taunted.
“Noooo… mmmmm… I-I can’t…” she whined, too lost in the maelstrom to know what it meant as his thrusts started to get faster and more erratic.
“Tell me,” he grunted, wrapping his strong right hand around her throat again. “Tell me you want it.”
“I…Ahhhh… mmmmm…” She gasped.
She wanted to tell him no again, but for a moment she almost said what he wanted to hear anyway. Her power to resist had been almost completely eroded by the pleasure that was consuming her, and his forceful, demeaning demand of her was almost enough to make her finally snap. She did want it, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that.
“N-nehver,” she moaned, trying to push down her third rapidly approaching orgasm. “I’d abort your baby in an instant, I’d—”
“You’re such a fucking liar,” he growled, punctuating his cruel words with a thrust hard enough to silence her as pain radiated momentarily from her cervix. “You ache to be taken… to be filled… I can see it in your eyes… in the way you swing your hips… I can certainly feel it in your pussy… You need this…”
His word dissolved into panting as he obviously got closer and closer to his own orgasm. Lila disagreed with everything that he said, but that didn’t stop either his words or his desperate rutting from resonating deep inside of her.
Getting bred like this, by a man like John, was all she’d ever wanted, but this man? Right here, right now? It disgusted her. Worse, it would have been terribly inconvenient. She loved her life just the way it was, but in that moment, her disgust and desire got all tangled up, and she just didn’t care anymore. His fantasy was almost as hot as the molten cum he started spraying inside her moments later.
“Oh fuck…” she gasped as the risk of what she was doing overwhelmed her, and she wrapped her slender thighs around his ass, pulling him against her even harder and forcing all his cum to end up exactly where it could do the most damage.
He kissed her then, as his dick slowed its terrible throbbing, and this time she kissed him back. She didn’t want to. She had no affection for this man, but in such an intimate moment, it was the only possible response.
Their tongues twirled together as she felt spurt after spurt of his dangerous sperm paint her womb white while her own orgasm tore at the ragged edges of her soul. Of the three that she’d had tonight, it was the strongest, and when it ended, it was less about afterglow than trying to remember who she was. They lay entwined together on the grass for several minutes after that, panting, before he finally rolled off of her and lay next to her, casually fondling one of her breasts.
“I can’t believe you did that to me,” she said finally.
“What do you mean?” he said in a perfectly smug tone. “I gave you exactly what you wanted. You practically begged for this.”
“That’s not how I remember it,” she said, uncertain which one of them was lying.
“I remember a pretty dark-haired girl bragging to everyone about exactly this,” he continued. “I’m sure that Jen does too. Every one of your friends knows this is exactly what you like, and I’m sure they all heard you cum on my dick.”
“She’ll wonder where you are,” Lila said, grateful that the darkness covered her flushed skin as she changed the subject. He was uncomfortably right about all of this, but that didn’t make him any less wrong.
“Not if she knows where I am,” he answered confidently. “The only question in my mind is whether she’s in our tent masturbating to the noises you just made or if she felt brave enough to sneak out and watch me rape her friend.”
For a moment, Lila almost looked around to see if Jen really had snuck out to watch everything that had happened, but she suppressed the urge. If I do it, he’ll think I believe the utter shit he’s spewing, she reminded herself.
“You don’t seem like her type,” Lila said with a shake of her head.
“I’m any woman’s type,” he said, standing up beside her and sweeping her into his arms for a final kiss. “Women who get a taste of forced breeding rarely want anything else after that. How could they? It's the most primitive desire of all.”
Lila had nothing left to say. Worse, she felt like anything she said would only confirm his arrogant point. So, instead, she stalked off into the night toward her tent. This time, he didn’t follow, though part of her wished he had.
It was only later, when she was cleaning up her messy pussy that she heard Jen’s moans. Whatever they were up to, she definitely wasn’t trying to hide it.
Was that proof of what he said? Lila asked herself. Did he really rape Jen? She tried to square that with the image of the sweet woman she’d known for so long, but she really couldn’t say anymore.
All she knew was that there was no way she was falling asleep without playing with her poor, abused pussy until she eased one or two more terrible orgasms out of her body. That was easy when the idea that all that sperm he flooded with might be doing to her egg even now.
When Lila was in college, the idea of a condom breaking or an unprotected creampie would have been enough to keep her up half the night in fear. Now, it still kept her up half the night, but it was a lot harder to get pregnant at 32 than it was at 19, and when she fell asleep, it was with the secret wish that this time, maybe it would happen.
John didn’t need to be in the picture, of course. Or, maybe he would be, she didn’t know or care. Until her period came in a couple weeks it was just a fantasy. It could be a loving, kinky thruple, or it could be her all alone; either way, she’d love nothing more than to watch her baby bump slowly grow after a depraved encounter like this one.