Abby the Surrogate

The Bound Examination

Gerard finally located a surrogate. It was the last piece of the puzzle. Everything else was finished, neatly stowed away in his basement laboratory under lock and key. He’d been careful. Maybe even paranoid, but that was necessary. He’d go to prison for a long time if he was caught. Worse, he’d have to deal with the acrimony from his appalled wife. She could never, ever find out.

The surrogate was thoroughly vetted, and she agreed to submit to regular tests to show she was taking proper care of the fetus. She was going to be well-compensated, of course. Gerard had already forked over a quarter of the money — a vast sum in itself — and she had the rest of the checks, signed and dated a month apart. Sophia didn’t know about Gerard’s multiple bank accounts, but he’d always handled the money in their relationship.

The doorbell rang, and the surrogate stood smiling in his doorway. She was a pretty brunette wearing a dress. No bra, Gerard noticed. He welcomed her and led her down to the lab. Abby was 21 and a little thin, but healthy with wide hips. This would be her second pregnancy.

Downstairs, I told her to undress if she felt comfortable, although I assured her that I could work around her clothes if modesty required it. Abby’s dress dropped around her ankles without a word. She was stunning. Her white panties complimented her figure well. I tried to appear professional, but he couldn’t help but notice her. I stole a glance, and then another one. Abby smiled, pretending not to notice.

Nervous, I reminded myself that Sophia was out of town for three days. And if by some ungodly chance she showed up, I’d say I was having an affair. That would be preferable to the truth. Anything would be preferable to the truth. But she wouldn’t come home. Of course not. What if the neighbors saw Abby? I wondered. Same thing — an affair. They’d gossip about it but keep it from Sophia. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

“I think we’re ready for the procedure.”

She slipped out of her panties and climbed into the chair, placing her bare feet in the stirrups.

My heard was pounding, in part out of nervousness and partly because Abby was spreading her legs with a tempting little innocent look on her face. But I was focused on my work. I wouldn’t be distracted by this beautiful, naked woman in my basement. No, sir…

She gazed off to the side and her fingers momentarily wandered down to her pussy, but then she caught herself and blushed.

“I feel really comfortable around you, Gerard,” she said with a slight smile. Now it was my turn to blush.

“That’s a good thing,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”

She nodded and gazed off to the side again, subtly biting her lip. My cheeks were turning a darker shade of red. I stole another glance at her pink tits. God, I’d like to suck on those cute little titties.

“You know, I…” she started. “I guess I’m tempted to pour my heart out, since we’re really about to do this. Please excuse me if this is inappropriate, but I…I find this…well, I find this all very exciting,” she finally said. “I think it’s actually really…hot.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What is?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Being strapped down and experimented on. I think it’s really sexy.” I considered this. “Well, you’re not strapped down right now, but…” I paused and looked at her. “You think about this all the time, don’t you?”

She nodded, ****. I took a step forward.

“You want to be strapped down and experimented on sexually. Is that it?”

She nodded fiercely, those thin fingers wandering back down to her pussy. I took another step forward.

“Yes, sir…I want to be strapped down and inseminated. I mean, I know that’s not exactly what’s happening, but still, that’s how I think about it. I’m going to be pregnant when you’re through with me.”

“You wanna be strapped down and inseminated by a man in a white lab coat — a doctor — isn’t that right?” I said with the slightest smile.

She nodded even more fiercely, no longer able to resist touching herself. She rubbed her clit as I stepped forward and towered over her nude body.

“That can be arranged,” I said in a low voice.

I rummaged around in a drawer and found some thick zip-ties. I pulled my black rubber gloves over my hands and approached the chair. The zip-ties crackled in the lab’s cool air as I secured both of her wrists and her ankles. My cock stiffened as I stood over her, lustfully gazing at her helpless, frail, nude body strapped down before me. I paced around her, wondering how exactly to play this mad scientist character that apparently got her off. With a smile, I realized that I was that character, which is probably why she’d been unable to resist confessing her fantasy. It wasn’t playacting, not this time. I faintly wondered if this had contributed to her desire to be a surrogate for a clone in the first place. Of course it had, hadn’t it? That’s just nuts, I thought to myself. God, women are insane. Then again, I’m the one about to clone my wife.

I approached her spread legs with a veneer of disinterest, casually glancing over her legs…and stomach…and chest…and collarbone…and neck. I knew I’d be unable to resist eating her out. I leaned in and inspected Abby’s pussy thoughtfully, like she was a sample on a glass slide under my microscope. I reached my gloved hands to her clit and spread her. She shifted in her chair, **** for me to touch her. She moaned and I couldn’t take it any longer. I leaned in and licked her clit. Her back arched and I did it again, and again. I buried my face in Abby’s wet pussy, high off the knowledge that there was nothing she could do about it. Her fragile wrists bound to the chair, I fucked her insatiably, hungrily pleasuring her with my tongue. She thrust her hips into my face, horny and raging. I stuck two gloved fingers inside her and she tensed up and closed her eyes, suddenly becoming very serious. Her hips shook as an orgasm exploded through her tiny body like a firecracker. She cried out, moaning as my tongue still worked over her clit, and another orgasm shot down her spine. I kept going. She started shaking. I got her right near the edge of a third orgasm…and suddenly pulled away. She opened her eyes in desperation and shock.

“You…ohhhh no, you’re evil!”

“That’s all I needed for the oral examination,” I stated, unable to hide my smile. “Well, that portion of it at least.”

I hit a button on a remote control and the chair lowered on its electronic mount, simultaneously leaning backwards. Abby had been sitting upright, and now she was parallel with the floor. The electronics whirred on, and then she was at a decline, her hair beginning to fall upward. My cock was aching and I finally freed it, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor.

“This is part two of the oral exam,” I informed her.

As I approached, she stuck her tongue out, mouth opened wide, and stared up at me with her big doe eyes. Holy fuck, I whispered. I slid my cock into her mouth. Abby obediently took me into her mouth, but she didn’t give much back. She was quite passive. Which was fine, I suppose, but I was used to Sophia’s sloppy blowjobs where she sucked on my dick loud enough to wake the neighbors, using both hands to stroke me and grab my balls, her tongue practically wrapped around my cock. Abby’s inexperience reminded me a bit of a younger Sophia, one who didn’t have the slightest clue how to give a blowjob.

I shoved my cock deep in Abby’s wet hole, testing how far I could make it down her throat. She gagged and gasped for air before my balls were anywhere near her lips. She tried to push me off of her but pulled up against the restraints. I gave her some air. She reset herself, obediently smiled and nodded.

“Good girl,” I said.

I started up again slowly, but soon I was fucking her face. My darker tendencies were gaining control. Who was this slut anyway? So eager and willing to get naked in front of me and spread her legs…she was a whore. An expensive whore, but a whore nonetheless. Abby was **** but I pressed on further. My balls slapped against her face. Saliva was dripping from her mouth. Guck guck guck guck guck. That’s right, bitch. Guck guck guck guck.

I pulled out and she gasped for air.

“S-sir…” her voice cracked.

“Shut up,” I said and rubbed my balls over her pretty face.

She was beautiful. But I loved defiling beautiful women. She struggled against her restraints but she was bound snugly to the chair. I dragged my ballsack across her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her lips, and then slapped my cock against her face. I stuffed it back into her mouth.

I held it there, groping at her tits. I ran my hands along her tight stomach. I leaned down. “Soon, you’ll be bred,” I whispered. She moaned and closed her eyes, relaxing. I reached across her body and rubbed her clit. All four of her bound limbs struggled as I eased my cock in and out of her mouth while masturbating her. She liked to struggle.

“Good girl,” I said. “Good girl…”

I pinched her nipple with my free hand and she gave a muffled squeal. I groped her nipple, gently, and her knees spread more widely. Her body tensed again and I slapped her pussy, hard.

“No cumming,” I commanded. “Not until master says so.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, muffled by my cock in her mouth.

I slapped her pussy again and she gave another short squeal. Greedily, I ran my hands all over her body. I need to fuck this bitch, I thought to myself, dismayed. I really need to. But I can’t. It could jeopardize the entire project. I took a step back from Abby.

“It would probably be fine,” I muttered to myself. It’s not recommended, but it’s not like it’s guaranteed to mess anything up. The odds were actually quite low that sex would endanger the process at all. But just thinking about these questions instead of thinking about Abby’s tight pussy for five seconds was enough to bring my rational side back to the surface, if only for a moment.

“Sir?” Abby asked, wondering why I’d stopped.

“Yes?”

“Will there be a vaginal exam, doctor?” She asked, biting her lip.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible today,” I answered, shaking my head. What a damn shame it was, too.

“Anal?” She asked, a little hopefully.

My eyes turned towards her, caught more than a little off-guard.

“I—um, well,” I stuttered. “Do you want—do you think an anal examination will be necessary?”

She nodded and my cock stiffened again. The real procedure would have to wait a bit longer.