Being Bred

Mary's mouth was dry, and her throat was sore. It was the first thing she noticed as she woke up. It was the uncomfortable dryness that comes with sleeping with your mouth open and the air conditioner on, and all she wanted to do was to gulp down a glass of water. She went to reach for the water bottle she kept on her bedside table, but her arm wouldn't move. The last of her sleepy haze cleared instantly, and her eyes flew open.

She was restrained, a soft cord wrapped around her entire body, snaking around her wrists, between her legs, around her throat. It caressed her skin gently, seemingly hovering above her skin and only tightening when she made any big movements. She tested it again, attempting to reach for the edge of the bed with her arm. It tightened instantly, restraining her in place. As she let her arm go limp, it relaxed its grip, seemingly satisfied. Panic began to rise in her throat.

She looked around at the unfamiliar sight. It certainly wasn't the stuffy bedroom she had left behind. Cool air seemed to flow in, brushing against her bare legs. She had only worn an oversized shirt and panties to bed to avoid becoming a sweaty mess overnight, and they did little to protect against the cool climate of this room.

She was laid out on a soft mattress covered with a velvety blanket. It was a large room, with a set of double doors leading into the room directly across the bed from her. Two other single doors led into the room, one each to the left and to the right of the bed.

Mary tried to sit up and look around properly, but the rope tightened around her, keeping her pressed against the bed. Panic was swelling up inside her, and her whole body was trembling under the rope. It seemed to tighten enough to restrain her, but not enough to hurt, as she could still breathe somewhat easily even with the rope around her throat.

Before she could panic much more, the doors opened, and two figures walked into the room. Mary's eyes widened as she looked at the beings, she assumed to be her captors. They were tall, taller than most people Mary knew. She knew they would tower over her by at least a head and a half. Alarmingly, their skin was a pale purple, and they each had purple horns protruding on their head. One of them, Mary assumed to be a female, had purple horns that began behind it's pointed ears, and curled forward across the forehead, dipping down slightly before zigzagging up, almost like a diadem or a tiara. It had long white hair braided to the side, and pale white eyes. Mary assumed it was female as it had what could only be voluptuous breasts and wide hips barely covered under an almost mesh dress.

The other's horns also bent forward, but unlike the other's it bent straight forward, before curling back into two sharp points. It wore a loose shirt and pants and had short silver hair that it pushed back with a purple hand.

They started speaking, but Mary couldn't understand what they were saying. The female looking one approached Mary with a small object in its slender hand. It sat on the edge of the bed and leant forward. Mary tried to wriggle away, but the rope tightened, holding her in place, as the creature gently pushed the object into Mary's ear. She felt something wriggle inside her skull, and she let out what was a mix of a sob and a scream that died halfway up her throat.

"Can you understand us now?" the creature asked. Mary's eyes widened, and she nodded.

"Would you like some water?" it asked. Mary nodded again, reminded once again of how thirsty she was. The creature clicked its fingers, and the other one duck quickly out of the room.

"Where am I?" Mary croaked out.

"Ayeguri," the creature replied. It stroked Mary's hair out of her face gently. It laughed softly at the questioning look on Mary's face. "It's a different planet than yours entirely."

The ever-present panic in her chest welled up again, and Mary felt tears well up in her eyes. It was a lie, obviously, or all just some weird dream. She couldn't be on another planet, that was absurd. Aliens don't exist, this is just some freak in a costume.

But there was a sinking feeling in her stomach, and she just remained silent until the other creature returned with a glass of what she could only assume was water.

The female twirled her fingers, and the rope relaxed across Mary's upper half, letting her sit up to drink it. With half the rope unoccupied, it wound itself more across her legs, and even darted in an out of her toes, causing her slight discomfort. The female must have noticed, because she seemed to smirk at it.

Their facial features were very similar to humans, she couldn't help but notice. They had ears, lips, a nose and eyes. Their eyes were completely pale white though, giving very little away.

"What am I doing here?" Mary asked, once she had finished her water.

"You've been selected," the female creature replied. She had a soft, lilting voice that seemed to soothe Mary. "You were identified as a viable candidate for the breeding program, and after some observation and discreet tests, you were selected for the program."

"Breeding program?" Mary squeaked out.

"Oh yes, it is an incredible honour for one of your species. You get to ensure the continuation of our race by being our surrogate. You get to live with us, lie with us, and bear our children."

Mary started shaking her head before the creature had even finished speaking. "I don't want to, I want to go home," she protested, her voice growing into a whine.

The female creature laughed, silencing Mary. "Oh, you sweet, silly human. They did say that most humans tend to react like this, didn't they?" she said, turning to the stoic partner. She turned back to Mary, and placed a finger under Mary's chin, tilting her head. "You simply don't get a choice. Now, my Pet. We have certain rules, that all civilised households should abide by.

"First of all, humans should wear proper attire. I will help clean you up soon, but this," she paused to tug on the shirt gently, "will have to go. Secondly, un-bred humans don't sleep on our beds. They sleep at our feet where they belong. They also kneel at our feet when they are not servicing us, or when we have company. Thirdly, you do as you are told. You are our little human, and we have worked hard to get you. I will not have all that hard work and money wasted, do you understand?"

Mary stared, her mouth agape. The creature in front of her twirled her fingers slightly, and the rope snaked its way up Mary's body, and tightened around her throat like a collar and leash. The creature took one end of the rope and pulled Mary closer like a disobedient dog.

"I said, do you understand?" the creature asked sternly.

Mary nodded weakly.

"Good. Now, I am Atheria, and this is Firen, and we are your new owners," she said, ruffling Mary's hair. She stood up and smoothed her silk dress.

"Firen, prepare dinner please, I need to give our new Pet a wash."

"With pleasure," he said, his voice deep. Still holding the rope like a leash, she dragged a weak Mary to her feet. Standing next to them, Mary felt tiny. She was led to the door on the right of the bed, and into a large, tiled room. A bath filled with hot water awaited them, the steam rising off the top of the water. Atheria let go of the rope, her fingers commanding it. The rope snaked down under Mary's shirt, and under the fabric of her panties.

Mary let out a yelp of protest, and Atheria only chuckled as the rope forcefully ripped the fabric off Mary's body.

Mary tried covering herself with her hands, but the rope only snaked around her wrists and legs, forcefully baring herself to Atheria.

Atheria inspected Mary's body, a smirk on her face.

"Wide hips for child bearing, ample breasts, and a voracious libido," Atheria murmured. She crouched down and ran a finger along Mary's exposed labia. "Very easy to arouse."

"Please don't," Mary begged, ashamed of herself. She struggled against the rope, only causing the rope to tighten. She was ashamed to admit to herself that the more the rope tightened, the wetter she got.

"Do you want to know why they paired you with us?" Atheria asked, as she gently flicked Mary's clit. "They already knew you'd be a perfect breeder, you're incredibly fertile and healthy. You were selected for the program almost as soon as you were identified as a viable candidate. They paired you with us though because they also know you have certain quirks that we could help satisfy. Don't deny to me how much you wanted to be tied up and used."

"That was different," Mary protested, tears streaming down her face.

"If that's so different," Atheria said, slipping a finger easily inside of Mary, "Why is your body practically begging me to let you cum?"

From her finger inside Mary, she began to rub against Mary's g-spot, causing Mary's legs to quiver and a small moan to escape her lips. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks as she felt Atheria's finger inside her, and then another finger. Atheria's thumb gently caressed Mary's clit, and the ropes tightened around Mary's throat so that she had trouble breathing. Mary's heart pounded, and the pressure built up inside of her as she felt an orgasm growing from Atheria's fingers.

"Tell me, Pet, do you still deny how much you want this? If you tell me the truth, I'll let you cum."

Mary shook her head, pressing her eyes closed. She wanted to deny it, she wanted to say she didn't enjoy what was happening to her, but oh, God, she was so close and wait - was the rope loosening? Was Atheria taking her hand away? Oh God, no, she just wanted Atheria to let her cum.

"I want this!" Mary exploded, desperate for Atheria to go back to rubbing her clit. Atheria chuckled and stood up.

"I thought so," she responded simply, leaving Mary a heaving, wet mess desperate for release. The ropes loosened, and Atheria beckoned Mary towards her.

Mary stumbled forward, her legs shaking. Atheria gently guided her to the edge of the bathtub and sat her down. She spread Mary's legs gently and knelt down.

"Ordinarily, Pet, you would have to earn the right to cum. Your pleasure is secondary to ours, unless we're breeding you. But I want you to have a good first night here, and know that you're in safe hands," Atheria said, running her fingers up and down Mary's legs.

The ropes tightened around Mary's arms and wrists, tying them behind her, and steadied her, as Atheria pressed her mouth to Mary, her tongue gently flicking Mary's still sensitive clit. With one hand, Atheria slid her fingers back inside Mary, and the other steadied herself on Mary's thigh. It wasn't long before Mary was screaming in pleasure.

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Mary looked at herself in the mirror. Her clothes - if you could really call them that - barely covered her. She wore a see-through gown that lightly hugged her breasts and then flowed down. Atheria had explained it was so that they didn't have to buy her new clothes once she started breeding. Dark chains wound up her arms and around her throat, Atheria's rope being reserved for only the privacy of their room.

She had been given a brief respite, a moment to collect herself before she was to attend dinner. She was nervous to see what that entailed, although she suspected a lot of demeaning 'my Pet' talk from Atheria. Mary screwed up her face in the mirror and brushed a brown lock of hair to the side. She turned, took a deep breath, and walked out of the small closet she was given and into the bedroom where Atheria waited patiently for her.

"Splendid, Pet, absolutely splendid," Atheria said, appraising her. "It shows off all your assets, Firen will be pleased. I cannot wait until you're more housetrained and we can start showing you off to all our friends. They are all going to be jealous of our perfect little breeder."

Mary swallowed her protests, knowing that these chains were enchanted like Atheria's rope. Enchanted, or incredibly advanced technology, she wasn't sure.

Atheria led Mary down the hallway, and into a grand dining room. Food had already been laid out for two seats at the table, one of which was occupied by Firen. Atheria strode across the room, Mary trailing behind her, and took her seat at the table. Mary stood, unsure.

"Remember the rules, Pet. Humans kneel at our feet when they are not servicing us," Atheria said in a sing-song voice, gesturing to a spot at her feet. Mary hesitated, and she felt the delicate chain tighten around her throat.

"I said kneel, Pet," Atheria said sternly. Mary hurried to obey, kneeling next to Atheria and Firen.

Firen chuckled. "Careful darling, you don't want to be too rough too soon," he said, patting Mary on the head gently.

"Oh, I don't think that will be an issue with this one. Why, did you not hear it earlier?"

He chuckled again, as he went back to eating his food. Atheria continued talking, her face lighting up.

"Darling, I'm so excited for you to play with our new Pet. It certainly likes the rope, and according to the profile, it also wants to be spanked and whipped, and all sorts of other degrading acts."

Mary frowned. She'd been demoted to an 'it' now, and they were discussing her private search history in front of her. As she watched them eat as well, she was made aware of just how hungry she was.

They continued talking, laughing over sexual incidents in Mary's past, like the time she tried to introduce some roughness to her relationship with her first boyfriend and it ended up scaring him off. Or the time she accidentally bit another boyfriend's cock as she went down on him. Their conversation drifted off to other topics, and all the while Mary's stomach rumbled as she stared enviously at their food.

It felt like aeons passed as they ate, and when she couldn't wait any longer, she spoke up, her voice soft.

"Excuse me," she said. She regretted saying anything as they both fixed her with an unimpressed stare. Her face flushed, but she pressed on. "What am I supposed to eat?"

Firen turned to Atheria, a silver eyebrow raised. She nodded at him tersely, and he pushed his chair back.

"You eat the scraps we feed to you, Pet. And you don't speak unless spoken to. Did Atheria not teach you that?"

Mary shook her head.

Firen sighed. "Stand up, that's a good Pet, now bend yourself over my lap," he instructed, pulling Mary so that she was bent over his lap, like a child who'd misbehaved. He hitched her skirt up, running a large hand over her ass, before spanking her with it. She yelped and squirmed, and tried to get off of him, but he held her in place. Another whack, his hand connecting with her. And another, each smack causing her to squirm and cry out, her ass stinging. He spanked her five times, and then he held her on his lap, her ass bared.

To her indignation, he resumed eating with her still on his lap, one hand holding a fork and the other fondling her ass idly. Mary wanted to protest, but she knew if she spoke again, he would spank her again. And his hand was spreading her legs ever so slightly, just enough for him to feel the entrance to her slit, and he was putting a finger inside her now. Mary was having trouble focusing on her indignation. His finger slipped in easily, her spanking having already made her wet. He teased her, causing her to moan. His hand came down on her ass again with a whack.

"Be quiet, you little slut. We're talking," he said, but his fingers went back to fucking her. He had stopped eating, and every moan she let out was rewarded with a smack. She couldn't help it though, as his fingers worked their magic inside her. She bucked her hips on his hand and raised her ass to meet the spanks that came after every moan. She could feel a growing bulge underneath Firen's pants, and she was embarrassed to admit she wanted to see what exactly these aliens had underneath their clothes. She hadn't been fortunate enough to see Atheria's naked body, as Atheria had decided to let Mary wash herself. Just as she could feel herself about to cum, he unceremoniously shoved her off his lap.

Firen unzipped his pants, and his giant purple cock sprung out from his pants. Mary gulped. It was similar enough to a human's cock, she supposed, though she'd never seen one quite so big. She wasn't entirely sure if Firen was particularly well hung, or if his was proportionate to his race, given that they were quite a bit taller than Mary. It was fleshy, and a deep purple. It curved slightly upwards, and the thick length ended in a tapered bell, similar to an un-circumcised human cock. A thick vein or ridge of skin spiralled along his penis, giving it an almost ribbed appearance. Mary wasn't entirely sure how they expected that to fit inside her to breed her, and she could feel panic welling up again.

"If you want to cum, you better get to work," Firen said, gesturing to his cock. Mary gulped. She did want to cum. Her whole body seemed to be on the precipice, and she needed that release. But his cock was so big, and her mouth seemed so small. She licked her lips anxiously, and tentatively brought her mouth to his cock. She licked the tip of it, and he let out a pleasured sigh. It was no different to giving a blowjob to a regular human, she told herself, as she began sucking on his purple cock. A regular, albeit incredibly well-hung human.

She was intimately aware of how humiliated she was, desperately sucking on this alien's cock, basically under the table while his wife ate her dinner next to them.

"She's good," Firen groaned, talking to Atheria. Mary's cheeks flushed with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. She'd been promoted back to a 'she' again, instead of an 'it'. She supposed her worth was only sexual here.

"Definitely worth the money we paid to be in the program," Atheria replied. "I can't wait for you to breed her. Shall we begin tonight?"

Mary didn't hear Firen's reply, as he seized her brown hair in his hands, and started furiously fucking her face. She struggled to breath as he shoved his giant cock to the back of her throat. She could feel herself getting wet at the way he was treating her, and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. They were right, she was a little slut who just wanted to be used and abused like she deserved. She hated how much she loved admitting it to herself, hated how much she loved choking on Firen's giant alien cock, and hated how much she wanted to take all of it inside her. She felt him cumming in the back of her throat, long ropey strands that she swallowed. She wondered if it was the same creamy white as humans, or a different colour. It didn't taste as bad as human cum, she had to admit. It was almost sweet? She swallowed it eagerly and began licking his cock clean as she was desperate to get every last drop of it. She couldn't describe the taste, but there was something about it that made her want more.

Firen chuckled as she sucked him dry, and gently pushed her off of his cock.

"Good little Pet," he said, patting her head. She smiled sleepily at his praise. Firen turned back to Atheria and continued talking. Mary was barely listening, resting her head against Firen's knee, her own pleasure momentarily forgotten.

She was so happy to have pleased Firen. She wanted to please him again, and again. She began to dream happily of becoming swollen with his child, her belly extending and her breasts growing bigger. Distantly in the back of her mind something screamed at her that there was something wrong, but it was like a fog had descended on her mind since she swallowed Firen's cum.

"Come here, Pet," Atheria said, jolting Mary out of her daydream. She eagerly crawled towards Atheria. When did she eagerly crawl for anyone? Mary pushed the thought out of her mind.

Atheria lay a plate of food on the ground, food that Mary didn't recognise. "Eat up."