Eliza’s “rescuer”: Jack Wills

A familiar hand waved the first piece of paper. There were some groans from the throng, but most people seemed nonchalant about it. They surged forward as the older man began calling off numbers and writing names down on a massive chalkboard. There were rows on rows of blank spaces, all numbered, and they filled up quickly.

Jack took a key from the chalkboard frame and walked over to the gazebo. He strode proudly across the town green and unlocked the gazebo. He closed the door, pocketed the key, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Eliza, who had still been crouched on the bed, leapt to her feet. “What are you doing!?”

“I’m glad I’m the one who gets to explain this to you.” He looked like a predator sizing up his prey. “Not many people move out to these parts. So, years ago, we decided on a way to remedy the dwindling population. You remember those girls in the family photo?”

Eliza nodded, terrified of where this was going.

“Those are my wives. And they’re my wives because I bred them. When they turned 18, or in the case of Kristin when she came through town, we put them here, just like you, and all the men in town had their crack at them. And now we all get our crack,” he pulled his belt off with a snap, “at you.”

“Oh my God! Are you crazy!?” Eliza was frantic. She looked for any way to escape the glass walls.

Jack began unbuttoning his fly. “I’d say I have pretty good chances with you.” He looked over her head at the chalkboard across the square. “I’m first, and it looks like none of the women get you for a while.”

Eliza turned, “The women?”

“They get a chance too. You’ll see.”

Jack now stood before her in his boxers. Eliza could see a growing erection through the fabric. He looked huge. Much bigger than any boyfriend she’d ever had at least. She spun around and started banging on the glass. She begged for help from anyone walking past. She drew attention, but not the kind she wanted. The rest of the town started gathering around the glass walls as if to watch. Surely they wouldn’t do that? Would they?

Jack advanced on her, silent on the padded floor. Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear. “Why thank you. I like an audience.”

A hand snaked around her body and began toying with her breasts. He grabbed and kneaded, paying special attention to her nipples. Pinching and twisting, Eliza screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure. She was furious. She didn’t want this man to put a baby in her! She didn’t want any man to put a baby in her!

His other hand caressed her stomach as he grabbed her around her waist and held her close to him. His erection pressed into the small of her back. “Mmmm you’re flat now, but imagine when my seed is growing in you. I bet you’ll look beautiful.”

“No! Please! Please don’t do this!” She squirmed in his arms, trying to escape.

He began kissing her neck. “I knew you’d be perfect as soon as I saw you. I can’t wait to see these,” he grabbed at her breast again, “full of milk.”

Eliza put her hands against the glass trying to push away. She saw someone in the crowd cheer. Did they think she liked this? Her thighs rubbed together and she realized how wet she’d gotten. Did she like this?

His hand snuck down over her mound, “I can’t wait to sink my cock into–” His finger just teased her clit and Eliza moaned. He dipped his fingers into her juices, “are you already enjoying yourself, Eliza?”

“No! Stop this please!” She beat her hand against the glass, **** to escape her fate.

“You just get better and better.” He removed his hand from her slit and wiped her juices on the glass.

Someone near the front cheered and turned to the crowd, “She likes it!”

Eliza shook her head furiously, “I don’t! Help!”

The men seemed elated at her body’s betrayal.

“Do you know why they’re happy, Eliza?”

“No!” She thrashed against him but the older man was too strong.

“A pity you weren’t taught. When the woman cums, she draws up more semen into her womb. Isn’t evolution beautiful? We both get to enjoy ourselves to perpetuate the species. And a girl like you? Already wet? We’ll have you bred in no time at all.”

She started to scream no again, but his fingers found their way back to her clit and her protests melted into a groan of pleasure. He circled her nub with one finger, slowly and steadily. It drove her mad. She thrashed against him still, but was no longer trying to escape. Instead she was **** for stimulation.

Eliza threw her head back into Jack’s shoulder. She moaned louder as he played with her.

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you, Eliza.”

She gritted her teeth. “Never.”

“I get you until I cum. So I’m in no rush. If you want to cum, you’ll beg me to fuck you.”

“Oooooohh, you bastard.”

He stopped toying with her. Her hips continued to circle his finger unbidden, but it wasn’t enough. Eliza’s juices dripped down the inside of her thighs. She knew he could feel how turned on she was.

The idea of being taken like this had never crossed her mind, but this felt like an awakening. She did want him to fuck her, hard, but she’d never admit it. She certainly didn’t want to be bred though. She’d never wanted children, let alone under these circumstances. But she couldn’t deny her body. As her hips circled and rubbed against Jack’s fingers, still frozen in place, and his now fully erect cock, pleasure built up inside her.