They had placed her in a second recovery room to wait out the time from her horrific surgery. In the dim light and silenced forever, she could do nothing but twist from one side to the other. Without arms and legs, she didn't have to worry about having her wrists and ankles bound. Instead, the doctors had left the clamps in place; they kept her held down so she could only shift a few inches before being stopped.
The sounds of shifting bodies surrounded her. There were almost as many people in the room as the one before that, a hundred or so in gurneys surrounding her. Each victim had been reduced down to a torso like herself: metal brackets where their arms and legs used to be, tubes sticking out of their noses, and a haunting silence interrupted by not even a whimper.
She clenched her eyes closed for a moment and then blinked to clear the tears. She twisted her hips slightly and tried not to think about the strange sensations of having her bare pussy no longer framed by her legs.
Janice tried to squeeze her non-existent legs together. She knew it wouldn't work, but the lack of movement brought an overwhelming sense of surrealism to her. She was broken and ruined, completely vulnerable to whatever they wanted.
A door creaked opened. She knew it had to be Goose.
The man in scrubs said nothing as he wound his way around the other tables. After checking on her oxygen tank and a digital display, he shoved the gurney down a narrow aisle and toward a door.
His silence was almost worse than anything else. After hearing his insulting and crude comments for hours, it felt like one of the constants of her new horror had gone.
Janice careened her head to look up at him and got the fainted whiff of sex in the air. She tried to take a deep breath, but the air refused to draw into her lungs. She couldn't breathe out. With an uncomfortable twist, she shifted her head to the side and caught another whiff.
Goose glared down at her. “Yeah, I fucked her. You have a problem with that?”
Janice guessed it was Crane, but there was no way for her to agree or disagree. Afraid that he would do something, she slowly shook her head.
“Don't worry, you're going to finally have your own chance to get laid.”
She tensed and shook her head more violently.
He grinned, some of the cruel nature coming back. “Sorry, cunt, now you're paying for your new life. White Stallion is here to try you out for a ride before we hook you up to your new life.”
Goose reached down and patted her cheek. “The painfully stuff is over… at least for nine months or so. The doctors said you were nice and ripe, so you should be getting knocked up pretty soon.”
Janice worked her lips, desperate to say anything. She was curious to meet the man who had done this to here but she was terrified to find out. Someone had picked her out, hired that cop to taze her, and then ship her to be tortured for almost a day and returned into something less than human.
Her chest heaved with her emotions, the desperate need to cry out. She twisted back and forth as the only action she was capable of doing.
Goose sighed. “I wish I was the first one to pop your cherry. You know, the first fuck after being turned into a breeding cow?”
Tears burned in her eyes.
“Oh well, I'll get my chance later. Crane may be right, a chance at your pussy might encourage me to be a better employee. You know, a monster for breeding helpless women and then raising their children to be the perfect fuck toys.”
Janice froze, her eyes widened with shock. She figured that they were going to breed her, but it was her children that were going to be raped? They were the ones who are going to have a life of terror?
She tried to sob again, this time for her unborn children.
“Didn't figure that out already? Wasp even said that, a prostitute isn't cost effective. You'd wear out. But with you popping out beautiful girls once a year? Now that is profitable. On the higher decks, it's all barracks and schools, sleep and learn how to suck and fuck.”
No. Janice shook her head. The tears blurred her vision quickly.
Goose grinned as he pushed her into the bright hallway.
Cameras stared down at her, watching as her emotions boil in her eyes and her twisting, helpless body. She was beautiful once, they had recorded her dehumanization until a torso with a womb, a breeder.
“Here we go, the VIP room.” The gurney shuddered as he pushed it through the door and brought her into the center. “I'll leave you here. Stallion will be here to pop your cherry.”
He walked around her and cupped her pussy. One cruel finger shoved into her dry lips. She could feel his other fingers to frame her labia and to press up against the metal caps on on her hips.
Goose leaned over her and smiled as he thrust his fingers deep. “I love the feeling of you cunts when you have no legs. I can't wait to shove my dick into you, even if I have to wait until the next room.”
She stared at him, her body trembling with the horrors that she realized were ahead of her.
“I'll be back in an hour. Have fun, Barbie.”
He left her quickly, shutting and latching the door behind him.
She was alone on a gurney in the center of a white-painted room. To her surprise, there were no cameras on the ceiling. None on the walls either. In fact, it was the first time she felt like no one was watching her.
Janice lifted her head and peered around. The room was completely empty except for a small dresser or table in the corner. She couldn't move her head up enough to see it.
Other than the table, there was nothing else to look at except rivets in the walls.
She slumped and looked the other direction. The muscles in her stomach and thighs trembled as a wave of heat washed over her. Her hips itched but she couldn't itch it.
The feeling of helplessness rose up, suffocating and terrible.
The door swung open.
“The god broke the mold with you, did they, Janice?” said Duncan.
Janice snapped her head up, levering her shoulders off the gurney as she stared at the door. Her body screamed out in agony from the effort, but she pushed it back as she looked at the dark-haired man who entered the room.
Duncan looked almost exactly like the night she last saw him. He wore a suit and a button-down shirt. One hand rested in his pocket while the other closed the door behind him. “Good evening,” he said in a casual tone. “You known, you haven't come to work in a few weeks. If we had actually hired you, I would have been forced to fire you.”
He came around. With his free hand, he ran his fingertips along the side of her body. The touch was electric, heated and slick. He ran up over the curve of her hip before tracing the glued junction of metal and her flesh.
She watched him, her chest moving and stomach tensing. She clenched down on her inner walls, afraid of what was going to happen but knowing that he was going to be raping her soon.
Duncan came around and cupped her mons. “If you are curious what happened, this was planned from the beginning. I never filed your paperwork and your paychecks came from a shell company. As far as anyone is concerned, you were jobless when you disappeared.”
He chuckled and ran his finger up and down her slit. His thick fingers were firm as he parted her labia and stroked against her clitoris. “Actually, it looks like there was no signs of break-in either.” He stopped to wink at her. “There is an advantage of paying everyone in the sheriff's department ten thousand dollars.”
His finger circled her clitoris. It was uncomfortable but there was still a faint memory of her attraction from earlier. Despite her horror, she felt it begin to harden.
Duncan smiled. “You were so beautiful when you sat down for that interview. You had a face I wanted to fuck for hours, just grab that head of yours, wrap that blonde hair around my fingers, and just rape your throat until you passed out.”
As he spoke, he used his finger to slid deeper into her body. She was getting moist despite the horror, it was a mix of his voice and the way he treated her before, it was as if her body couldn't tell the difference between her boss and the man who had kidnapped her.
“And the rest of your body,” he kissed his fingers and held out his fingers. “I knew that those men would pay thousands to fuck your girls. And at seven percent finder's fee, your genes are going to be making me a fuck load of money.”
She shook her head. It was only for the money? He had kidnapped her for a percentage of her babies? How could that be worth anything? It would take years of effort.
Duncan twisted his finger and slowly stroked it into her, opening her up. Her hips tried to pull away from him but there was nowhere to go as he slid in and out with slow, measured movement.
Then, he smiled. “I bet you're thinking about money now, right?”
With tears in her eyes, she nodded.
“Well, you're right. They tell those cunts between the ages of eight to sixteen. That's a long time. But then you have to realize there is also Mary, Madeline, Susan, Anna, the other Anna, the other Mary, and a third. Oh and Cheryl and…” he waved his hand dismissively. “Five percent of a hundred and nineteen wombs? Even waiting sixteen years at sixty thousand a sale comes out to almost a half million a year to basically just find beautiful women and outsource their kidnapping.”
She wanted to deny it but couldn't. Her throat refused to move. She concentrated on her lower muscles and strained to pull her hips away while pushing him out.
Duncan leaned into her, thrusting harder. His knuckles smacked wetly against her labia. His thick fingers speared deep into her pussy, driving into the tight opening that was growing wet with every stroke.
Janice desperately wanted to claw his eyes out, punch him in the chest, or even clamp her legs together. She strained to do any of that, but her body only writhed helplessly on the gurney.
Duncan grinned and added a second finger, pumping it in and out of her body with hard strokes.
To her horror, her body was responding and she felt the familiar tingle of pleasure and the dampness that clung to his fingertips. She picked up the faintest whiff of her pussy but it was faint like everything else.
“Don't worry about this, you probably aren't going to enjoy it but I've been thinking about your pretty little cunt for months now.”
Duncan pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sniffed them. He smiled before slipping off his suit jacket. After tossing it on the table, he began to strip down.
Janice couldn't look away, he was the only thing in the room. Her eyes took in his muscular body as he quickly stripped. When he straightened, she stared at the dark patch of hair that surrounded a thick, swollen cock.
He was easily eight inches long with a large, bulbous head. The length throbbed with thick veins and his balls were almost the size of peaches.
If she wasn't helplessly bound on a table, she would have loved to have that cock inside her. Instead, she could only silently sob as he finished stripping.
“I'd fuck your face but they already glued that shut. Oh well, the big part is getting that sweet little cunt wrapped around this rod.” He pumped his shaft a few times and held up his hand to show the pre-cum dripping from his fingers.
He stepped around her head. His cock swung to smack her in the face.
Janice leaned away, still sobbing.
“Oh, let me prop your head up.”
She tried to pull away as he shoved his clothes underneath her head but couldn't. His fingers dug into the back of her head as lifted it up and shoved it there, forcing her up so she was able to look down at her now helpless body.
Her familiar breasts and the taut planes of her belly were still there. However, her hairless mound looked unnatural to her as did the two metal discs that were mounted into her hips. From her vantage point, she could see that they had large rings on them also.
The idea that she was going to be tied down or suspended in some manner in the near future. Her stomach clenched with horror.
Duncan came around, his hand trailing over her body. He stopped at her nipples, teasing them. They hardened despite her efforts . With a soft moan, he rolled them underneath his finger before he hefted her large breast. “So fucking beautiful.”
He came around to her pussy. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he slid it up and down the length of her pussy.
Janice squirmed to escape the heated bulge rubbing against her clitoris. Her pussy was still slick and she knew it was only a matter of time and effort before he was seated inside her. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes.
Duncan smiled at her. He inched his cock forward and down, swirling around until the thick tip lodged itself into the entrance of her pussy. When he released it, it remained poised to violate her.
“I love this part.”
He leaned over her trembling body. “Stop me, Janice, otherwise I'm going to rape you.”
She shook her head.
“Come on, stop me. Close your legs, push me out, do something.” He palmed her belly for a moment before reaching down to wrap his fingers on the two thick rings on her hip plates. She could feel the tight grip as he pulled her back and forced his cock deeper into her body.
He was huge. It felt swollen and about to explode.
Janice tried to push him out. The only muscles she had left her were inner ones. With all her might, she strained to tightened her pussy.
He let out a low moan and pulled his arms. The muscles bulged out as his cock sank deeper into her pussy, spearing her open and prying her open with a cock thicker than anything she had before.
She shook as she tried anything to stop her rape but couldn't.
He pulled back and drove harder into her body. His cock drove into her, slipping past her slick inner walls and burrowed deeper. With another thrust, he buried half of his cock into her hairless mound.
From her vantage point, she could see how the thick lips of her labia were strained around his shaft. With every inches that slid in and out, her own body traced the thick veins of his cock.
It quickly became apparent that her strained muscles were doing nothing to save her and everything to increase his pleasure. With a silent sob, she slumped and gave up.
He slammed his cock deep into pussy, slamming into the limits of her womb and smacking his balls against her labia. With a shudder he gasped. “So, fucking hot.”
Janice sobbed with her violation, tears rolling down her cheeks as she felt the cock penetrating her completely. She had been broken, impaled, and speared on his cock.
Duncan grunted and gripped the rings tighter. He slammed his cock hard into her body before pulling out until his thick head rested in her entrance. And then drove into her again, pounding her body with hard, brutal strokes.
With every thrust, her entire body jerked violently. Rocking back and forth, she slid along his shaft. Every thrust sent shameful waves of pleasure and humiliation coursing through her veins.
Duncan groaned and fucked her harder, yanking back on her legs as much as he was thrusting forward. Each impact punched against her cervix, the heavy head swelling as it hammered against the gate to her defenseless—and fertile—womb.
Janice sobbed as she waited for the inevitable.
It came quickly. Duncan's cock swelled as he rammed it harder. Then there was a flood liquid head filling her body as he continued to hammer into her cunt. Squelching filled the room as he came in her, pumping her pussy with jet after jet of searing seed.
He strained to keep going, his pumping growing slower with every passing second. Then, he stopped, holding it deep inside her pussy. Sweat dripped from his face as he leaned forward. “Thirty years of profits and five minutes of fun.”
His cock swelled.
“Completely worth it.”
Janice's body shook as she knew that he could be making her pregnant now. The heated cum was already flooding her pussy, no doubt seeping into her womb and toward her eggs.
Duncan began to fuck her again, slower but no less deeply as he took his time to rape her pussy over and over again. Each time he came inside her, painting her insides with his sperm and increasing the chances she would become pregnant.
For an hour he raped her, coming inside her that it poured out from her pussy and formed a puddle that dripped on the floor.
Duncan moaned with pleasure as he finally withdrew his cock, the dripping length revealing a finally softening shaft. It dripped with the combined juices of their body as he backed away with a smile.
“A lot more than five minutes, huh? That late office night? Damn, I was thinking about this the entire time.”
Someone knocked at the door.
“Just a second,” Duncan said. He dressed quickly and then opened it.
Wasp stepped inside. He glanced at her for a moment and then gave an approving nod. “Have you enjoyed yourself?”
“Very much so.” Duncan smiled. “It was worth it.”
“Care to join me for dinner? I have a special treat for desert?”
“Oh?”
“Yes, a B-917-5.”
“B-917… Sarah?”
“Yes, a lovely sixteen year old that has spent her entire life being trained to suck and fuck. Ready to give her a spin? She is the first daughter from your first contribution to our little family.”
They spoke as they left, leaving Janice behind as nothing more than a used and soaked pussy.
The door shut behind them.
Janice sobbed silently as cum oozed out of her well-abused pussy.