As the door bursts open the man's vest enters a full 5 minutes before the rest of him. He is huge.
Nice. He says looking at me like I am a piece of property.
Oh no you don't!
Oh yes I do. You are mine. I have the bill and you have no place to go.
Arranged marriages are common in our culture.
You look back into the mirror and you realize you are middle eastern in appearance.
Oh god Oh god.
You try to leave and if it were just up to the fat man making the demands you would have been able to get away
but it was the two muscle men at the door that stopped you. They lifted you by the arms and took you back to
the bed. One held you while the other stripped you down.
Holding you there the fat man was now naked.
Holding you down the fat man climbed on top of you and you don't know how he ever found his penis but it
somehow entered you and the weight of the fat man on top of you pressed the breath out of you.
When he was done he rolled off of you and you were exhausted just from the pressure not to mention the first
orgasm you had ever had as a woman and it was incredible.
The two muscle men picked you up undressed and took you to another room adjacent to this one and placed you in
there on a large cushion. There as your senses came to you you looked around and there were a couple dozen
women. Some pregnant, some showing the signs of having been pregnant, others eye candy.
As you caught your breath you got up and ran to this rather rotund man. Please help me get out.
You sweety? Oh please.
Was he gay? You wondered.
Honey if I let you go I might never get my balls back.
You looked down at his crotch and there was no sign of balls. He had to be a eunuch. There were half a dozen
men like these. One was a young man of about 18 the oldest was somewhere in his 30's but still looking
somewhat young. She could tell how long they had been there by the size of them. The ones that were there the
longest were the fattest.
Please help me leave.
Look honey you are one of the breeders. Too bad you weren't better looking you could have been one of the
lookers. They get out some times.
How do I get to be a looker.
Oh honey you don't it is too late. I can tell. He looked down at your dripping pussy.
Best thing is to just keep breeding or he will sell you to someone more despicable that he is. I've seen it
and you don't want that.
I started to cry, the hormones taking over, and kept looking for a way out.