David's admission

David gets up and admires the cream pie he left between Emily's legs. "Now that it' done, i have an admission to make to you. You're the fourth one this week," he tells he with a smile.

"Fourth one this week?" asks Emily, rather puzzled. "I don't understand."

"Everything you clicked on was no accident. I set you up," he tells her. "There are lots of women I've been watching for a long time. You are among them. You're now a part of my harem. You're the fourth one I've managed to get pregnant this week."

Emily finds herself in a state of shock. Her shock then changes to horror. "What have I done?" She tries to get up, but David pushes her back down on the bed. He straddles her and ties her wrists to the headboard. "You are going nowhere," he says in a commanding voice. He then ties her ankles to the bedposts and stuffs a pillow under her ass. "You will carry my baby, the same as the other three. They've finally accepted their fate. You will meet them tomorrow, and they will talk some sense into you. "

Emily tugs heavily on the ropes that bind her, but they do not give an inch. She is tied to the bed quite securely and there is no chance she can break free. "You're crazy!" she spews at him. "You're forcing me to do this against my will!"

"Oh no I'm not," he chuckles as he replays the video of her saying she will marry him and have lots of babies. "It's all on video. You wanted this. Now accept it, or I will sell you into slavery and no one will hear from you ever again."

Emily frantically tugs even harder at the ropes holding her down. "You mother fucker! If I get free, I'm going to kill you!"

David laughs at her as he picks up her clothing and rips it to shreds before her eyes. "You won't break free, and you won't kill me. Even if you did break free, you have no clothes to wear. Slaves don't need any clothes. I've made up my mind. I'm selling your ass tomorrow to the highest bidder. You need training, and I can't give it to you. A pregnant redhead like you will actually sell pretty well."

Emily frantically changes her tune. "David! No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" she sobs.

He strakes the side of her face. "We both know that's not true. I'm sorry but your ass is sold tomorrow."