Go in there and tell her how it is

You know how poorly built these washrooms usually are, so you bash into the door shoulder first. Ow! That'll leave a mark. But the cheap lock on the stall door pops open and you find yourself staring at a sniveling Trish. She's sitting on the toilet, arms and legs pulled in. She's 6 foot tall and rather broad shouldered, but she looks so small now.

You close the door behind you and stand over her. "Trish, listen up! You've been pushing me around since we met, you've made almost every choice there is for me. Who I should talk to, what I eat. What's next? How much I eat, who I'm allowed talk to? But not anymore. I may be the girlfriend but I'll be making the decisions now." High on your power trip you grab her chin and lift her head until she's looking into your eyes.

She tries to say something, but you hold her jaw tighter. Her crying is really starting to annoy you - you want to protect her, but she's trying to manipulate you! Time to drive the point home. "You got me pregnant Trish, but I'm in charge of this now." You slide your other hand into her pants and wrap your fingers around her manhood.

You hear her gasp and whine, so you let go and press your knuckles against her clit. "I'm in charge of this too."

"Mmmh!"

You don't know why but all of a sudden it's like you're high on rage. It feels so crazy, but you can't help but take advantage of her. "I said I was going to make you pop. And I'm a man of my word." You don't bother correcting your little gender mistake and instead concentrate on pressing your knuckles even harder against her clit and folds. It's not about making her feel good, it's about making her body obey you.

All the time you're molesting her she's whimpering and crying. You've never got off on a girl suffering, but somehow this is different. You even grin when she starts rolling her head from side to side, her skin going bright pink. "Aww, are you blushing sweetie?"

All of a sudden her eyes seem to stare through you and she leaps up, grabbing you and pinning you against the stall door. She's still crying, but those seem to be tears of rage. She's gone from a sobbing, weak wreck to a woman who doesn't even seem to notice the fact she's holding you a few inches off the ground.

"I thought you were different!" she growls. "I thought you loved me!"

You're in a panic. All that power and anger and hateful love is gone. You're the weak one now; powerless, in fact. Trish turns you around so your face and chest are pressed against the door. You feel her flick your skirt to the side and you feel the heat radiating from her member. She doesn't do anything to prepare you, instead she lifts you a little higher, presses her cock against your sphincter and then lets you go.

You can't balance on these heels, so you end up impaled on her girthy cock. It's not fun this time, it's so painful you forget to scream. Trish starts railing you like you're a cheap hooker. The only kind of attention she pays to you is slapping her hand over your mouth so you can't call for help. The old metal stall creaks and groans as Trish pounds the stuffing out of you.

When she finally blows her load she pulls you back onto the toilet seat with her, her softening prick still balls deep in your bruised colon. "Now you listen up Jane," she whispers in your ear. "I though you might be the one, the girl who's actually nice, who doesn't go mental after a few days with me. But no, you're a crazy bitch. You don't want love," she says, casually twisting your right nipple till you squirm, "you want to own me just like all the others. Well I learned from more vicious bitches that you! From now on I'm gonna keep you around for just two things: Fucking and making babies. And I'll only be fucking you when I'm not out searching for Mrs. Right. Oh yeah, and remember: this is all your fault."

With her cum soaking into your rectum and her words etching themselves into your memory you feel so very, very odd. It really is your fault. Why the fuck did you come in here and do all this?!? What possessed you? And after Trish had been so nice to you. You deserve everything she's going to do to you, but maybe if you're obedient and nice and do everything she tells you to she'll take you back.

Eight months later you're literally barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. Trish is busy fucking the shit out of Bethany, her new favorite. Of course she did go through a few others first. She made sure to leave your sister nice and knocked up. Gwen comes over once in a while and Trish makes you set up candlelight dinners for her and your now bulging sister.

Then Trish went for your mother and... well, if she's not pregnant by now she's surely barren. Trish told you that if your Mom doesn't hand her a positive pregnancy test by the end of the month she's going to get a friend at an egg bank to fill her up.

And Zoey and Felicia both said things that rubbed Trish the wrong way when they found out you were up the spout, so Trish was nice enough to teach them both a lesson. Zoey is starting to fill out her school uniform, but she hasn't been found out yet. On the other hand, Felicia's belly has rounded out enough that her parents figured it out. Home schooling for the little preggo they though might be deep in the closet. Maybe they see that as a win? Hanna somehow got pregnant all on her own with a boyfriend, something Trish is still kicking herself over. Man did she ever take you roughly the night that news came out!

You still consider yourself really lucky. You've been following all your instructions and Trish isn't being as mean to you any more. She barely ties you up at all now - usually she's found some other girl who pissed her off even more. She's even let you come into the bedroom and watch her fuck Beth to show you what real love looks like. It's really hot. You cling to memories of a time when you got to enjoy the feeling of slow, sensual lovemaking. Maybe someday soon she'll be tired enough that she'll let you do all the work - then you get to cum on her lovely cock! She did it once a few months ago as a celebration when you got the ultrasound photos.

You start to hum as you grind up four little fertility pills and mix them into Bethany's energy drink. Trish said she wants to start breeding girls right - and that means more babies per belly. Who knows where she got this stuff, but it's got to be pretty strong with all those warning labels. She probably meant for you to use one pill, but she wasn't too specific.

Plus she gave that little cocktease your earrings. That was a bridge too damn far! You hope Trish decides to breed Beth soon - you can't wait to see her reaction when Bethany's flat little tummy and narrow hips start trying to cope with who knows how many babies. Maybe she'll have more time for you when her latest toy gets too fat to fuck. Maybe the doctors will tell Bethany she can't have sex. Ohhh! At that thought you grind up two more pills.