Day 3 - Teen for sale

Even after trying to wash out what little sperm was still left in your sore peach, the damage was already done. After all, you just spent the entire night sleeping with multiple loads of cum inside you - enough to get the job done. While you're blindly hoping that the old man wasn't potent enough to get you pregnant, thousands of his tiny swimmers begin swarming the two eggs that were waiting in your womb. The stupid lady who put you into this position would've probably gloated, if you still had a phone.

Needless to say, your plans to escape were pointless now that you were stuck as a teenage girl and soon to be mother of twins. The first few days were harsh and difficult to get used to, with new clients coming in every day to get laid with the 'foreign' girl. The only bright side was that you couldn't get any more pregnant than you already were. It didn't take long for you to become one of the main attractions, which kept you busy and unable to plot any more escapes. And whenever you stepped out of line or refused to have sex, there was always a bouncer willing to make you behave. A few months later, your heavily pregnant belly prevented you from moving even if you had ways to escape. It encouraged you to make the best of the situation and try to enjoy getting laid more often than your former male self could've ever accomplished.

At least you became pretty good at your new job, milking cocks and becoming the bareback queen of the russian ghetto. You can't even remember what condoms feel like. There's rarely a day when you don't feel fresh cum sloshing around in your belly.

After the first few years, you didn't even mind anymore. It was russian roulette and the winner gets to knock you up again.