Chained and Fucked

An indiscriminate amount of time passes in the near-darkness of your room. It's only after an unknown period of time that three men come in, chaining you to a stack of old crates. They spread your legs wide, and two men hold your arms down, preventing resistance. As they do, their leader approaches, leaning down, and burying himself inside you.

His movements are rough and coarse. Your breasts bounce with every thrust while the other two men watch, stroking themselves like voyeurs. The leader leans into you, pressing his hard muscles against your skin.

“Beg for it, whore. Beg me to knock you up.”

You whimper, trying to turn your head away in shame, but he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. As he does, his hand squeezes tighter, inciting a sprout of pain.

“Say it.”

Your voice came out broken and trembling:

“Please… please knock me up…”

“Louder,” the leader demands, thrusting harder. His hand moving to your tit, and squeezing with no shortage of ****.

You moan. Tears in your eyes as the words spill out, and your body cries in wretched pleasure:

“Please… breed me… Fill me with your cum… Knock me up… I want it… Please get me pregnant…”

All three men laugh darkly.

The leader's cock throbs. You feel the twitch of his member. And soon enough, white cum begins to leak from your entrance, pooling onto the ground with quiet drops.

A quiet dread forms inside of you as you take in the sight. And a twinge of instinctual pleasure at the thought of getting impregnated, and swelling with the bastard of the man who kept you chained up.