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For weeks, this is all Alice would see. She messaged him back, asking for help. She threatened, she begged, she pleaded, she offered her body, nothing. She went from happy, to nervous, to scared witless over the next few months. The morning sickness got harder to cover, she had to fake her tampons. Every week was more work to conceal it than the last. And she was going to stumble eventually.

As the pregnancy progressed into the 18th week, she awoke to discover a baby bump. Hiding it became almost impossible, and on the eve of her 20th week, she was ready to tell her father.

That is, until Mr. Wyndham messages her.

"Shave that pussy clean for me and send me a nudie. Smile! :)"

Alice couldn't believe it. She paced around her room for almost and hour before grabbing her shaving cream and razor, and leaned against her dresser. She shaved on the floor wiping up with the towel. Then she took a moment to program her camera to go off after ten-seconds and gave him exactly what he wanted, with a smile.

"Am I still pretty?" she types under it.

Mr. Wyndham gets right back this time. "You're still gorgeous, have you told your father you're 20-weeks for me, darling?" He immediately adds, "You can't abort it any more sweetie, do you know that?" Alice didn't actually know that, but she did know she was always going to have the baby because abortion is **** perpetrated by Hilary Clinton's sex cult.

"I was always going to keep it." She sent back. There's a long pause before he sends back "Because you wanna breed, like a good bitch should." he immediately types again "I needed to know you wanted to belly, for real. Now that I know, I want you to pack everything you can't replace, and leave your house. Tonight."

She types back frantically, "Where do I go?"

"I have a place all ready for you." he types out the address and it's nearby. "Be warned, if you walk-through the door, you agree to be owned by me. I'll pay your expenses, you will raise the children and keep me satisfied. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Wyndham."

"After you give birth, I own that cunt. And you will take the seed of ANYONE I send over there, are we clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Wyndham."

"You will take their seed as you would take my own. You will belly and your cunt will rip for them as you would for me, understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Wyndham." She typed breathlessly

"Your next text to me will be a list of everything you'll need, don't leave anything out. Understood."

"Yes, Mr. Master." She panicked at what she wrote. But it was there.

":) See you soon!"