Where else can you go?

"Uhnnfh!"

"You know the deal..." says Trish in that low tone that tells you she's not going to put up with anything else.

"Sorry, I -"

She just points. You say nothing and lift the bottle higher. You fight to keep your legs from quivering. Finally, it's over. The last of the liquid drains from the bottle. Your guts aches with the pressure.

"You want to tell me?"

You nod your head.

"Okay then, for tonight's prize you chug this and then... well, you know the drill." She gives you a wolfish smile and puts an innocuous little can of cola in front of you. Club soda. You know what that's going to do to you, but you manage to hold your tongue. Down the hatch it goes, the whole can in one near continuous pour.

"That's a good girl" says Trish, petting your belly in an almost caring way.

Before she needs to ask you turn around and, with difficulty, lower yourself to the bed. Trish nudges your legs open a little wider and then rewards you by running both her hands over your belly. She must be turned on tonight!

Next you feel that warmth as Trish's long, heavy shaft lines up with your pussy. You grit your teeth, waiting for the moment when she finally puts it in. It happens, as it always does, in one long and heavy stroke. Trish's manhood - that wonderful, sexy shaft - buries itself in your dripping cunt.

"I didn't - ugh! - have sex - Oh fuck! - with anyone else!" you pant as Trish starts to pump your pussy.

"Shit! You were doing so well till now," she says, quickening her pace. "Here I thought tonight was the night you'd finally admit you're a giant... cheating... slut!" Those last few strokes leave you gasping - the pleasure and pain mixing together to blow your mind.

Trish slows down a little and rubs your flanks. "Your rectum is full of tea, your stomach is full of soda and your belly is stuffed with someone else's babies - aren't you ready to say it? You know I won't stop fucking you - not if you promise to be my unfaithful little bitch."

Somehow you manage to suck a little air back into your lungs. It's been getting harder now that you're five months pregnant. "No Trish... only you. Only ever you," you manage to tell her. It's only a whisper, but Trish hears it.

"Guess today was a waste of time," she mutters, pumping for just a few more strokes before leaving you a sticky present. She gets up, stretches and smacks your ass. "Get cleaned up. I'm going out."

You spend the next half hour emptying out the 'detoxifying' enema Trish decided you needed. The whole time your stomach is doing flip flops inside your chest. Soda has been a bit more trouble recently. But it's worth it. When you listen, when you let Trish cram a massive butt plug in your ass, feed you soda, give you an enema or tie you hand and foot she listens. Or rather, she lets you talk to her. Time for a shower and then a good dose of that anti-stretch mark cream.

You did worry about the baby at first, but Trish managed to convince you that enemas were safe enough, at least once you hit the second trimester. She's strangely good at finding research, journals, studies and all sorts of detailed info. Her college studies have been paying off.

You stand in the shower, slowly washing your hair and think back to those lovely, early months when Trish loved you. Before you ruined everything. When you were allowed to speak without being spoken to, go out and do the shopping or head to the mall on your own. When telling your mistress that you only ever had sex with her wasn't something that required punishment. Why did you spoil it all? We had it so good.

There's a faint ringing as you dry off your body - your phone is ringing. You dash out of the bathroom - still surprisingly quick and nimble for someone with a five month pregnant tummy leading the way.

"Hey - it's me. Put your phone on silent, take a piss and get in the closet. Expect to stay there and stay quiet. <Click>" That's... new. But you're already heading back to the bathroom. The only way Trish will ever be willing to listen to you is if you do what she says. You have the forethought to collect a pillow and some sheets as well as your favorite sweater. The nice long sleeved wool one that Trish got you all those months ago. It's so cute. She almost never lets you wear cute clothes anymore. You try not to cry as you worm your way into the closet.

"I can't believe this is the first time I've been to your place," says a joyful, excited and all too familiar voice.

"Well it's about time. What do you think?"

"It's kind of what I expected for a student dorm - except it's super clean! Oh, is that Princess Octa?"

"Yeah, just got the second season. And I may not look it, but I like when things are clean." Through the closet door panels you see Trish wrap an arm around Bethany.

The teen giggles and gives your Trish a hug. "Thanks for having me."

All your cleaning. The copy of Princess Octa you bought her as a present to try and get Trish into anime. You wince - now you know why Trish has been going out more. She's been busy seducing Bethany, probably to get **** on you. You probably deserve it. Everything that's happened has been your fault. If you sit and watch then Trish will know you still do want to help her bed other girls, right? You consider jumping out of the closet and confronting her... but after two months of following her orders can you really disobey?