The knock up game

An hour later Orterres walked into the room smiling. Once again he grabbed handfuls of Monika's hair and lifted her head. He looked deep into her eyes. "Ready to become a mother?"

Monika felt herself tingle again from the inside out. But it was different this time. The tingle started deep in her womb, and got stronger as it spread throughout her body. "Is this the only way you can get a woman pregnant is to **** her into having a baby?"

"Touche` Monika! I am wounded by the display of affection you've shown your baby's father!" Orterres laughed. "First I'm going to get you ready for it. We have to 'preheat' the oven first. By the time I am done, you will be begging me to put a baby inside you."

"And what makes you think you can make me beg to have your baby?" asked Monika in a last act of defiance. "If I had anything left to bet, I'd bet against you!"

Orterres got the opening he was hoping for. Monika had delivered it to him, hook, line, and sinker. "Oh, but you do have something to bet, my dearest Monika. Your freedom. So I have a new proposal for you: If I can't make you beg me to put a baby inside that slutty cunt of yours, I'll set you free. You will also be free of this night's obligations to me, and I'll give you the pass you wanted so much. No more strings attached. But if you lose, you will become my **** for life. Take some time to think it over. Then give me your answer."

Monika felt her steely resolve returning. This would be an ultimate do or die situation for her. Could she hold out against whatever it was Orterres planned to do to her? There was so much to gain if she won the bet, but everything to lose if she lost. Maybe she should go ahead and let Orterres knock her up now, and just walk out of his place tomorrow, carrying a reminder of the lesson learned inside of her for nine months? Monika gulped hard, then steeled her nerve...