The CEO of Fertility

His breathing became heavy as she took him to the back of her throat, grabbing the bench in response. "Holy fuck, that's amazing." Olivia kept going, sucking his cock faster and faster eliciting a moan from him. "Shit! I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" He grabbed her head and hilted up, filling Olivia's mouth with cum. Bit on the salty side, but delicious otherwise. She loved the musky taste that went with it.

She pulled away and swallowed it with a smirk. "See, didn't I tell you? Now." She turned around and leaned forward, her skirt pulling up. "Get over here and fuck me."

He eagerly got up and grabbed her hips, grinding his erection against her pussy. "Don't mind if I do."

Olivia let out a soft moan as he began thrusting into her wet cunt. "Mmm, you like my pussy?" She moaned.

"Fuck yes." He grunted. "So tight."

He grunted and pumped faster, reaching around and grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing them through the dress. Olivia moaned and arched her back. "Ugh! Fuck, harder! I love how rough you are!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" He grunted and pushed his hips forward, burying his cock inside her, his balls twitching as a load of cum shot from his cock, filling her. Gently thrusting with each pulse.

"That's it! More! Give me more!" Listening to him grunt and moan until he finally stopped. They both sat there on the bench, resting for a moment and catching their breath.

"Ha... ha... That was incredible," Olivia said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Yeah, it was." He panted. "Look, I should head inside and get cleaned up. My girlfriend could be here any moment." He pulled up his pants, got up and made his way to the bar with a wave. "See you around."

Olivia chuckled and re-adjusted her dress, making sure she wasn't exposed. "Well, didn't think I'd get my catch that fast, but I guess I can't complain. I've had my last-minute fun for the night." She turned and began to walk home, a spring in her step. "I wonder if Jasmine is enjoying herself." She smiled. "I have a feeling she is."

She made it to her home, opened the door and went for the bathroom, preparing a bath, grabbing a glass of wine first. The warm water and the delicious wine made her feel weightless. She leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh. Her fat tits floating on the surface, as she relaxed.

Her mind drifted back to the beginning, to when she'd first come up with the idea for the clinic. It had started out so innocent. Just helping men and women conceive. But soon enough, it became so much more. Taking samples from eager men, watching the machinery inseminate girls who wanted a child or inserting a sample into them, she quickly realized how much she loved doing it.

It went from simple help to a mission. An easy way to get her kicks off and 'help' people at the same time. Of course, not enough women and men were conceiving. So, what's the harm in 'speeding up' the process? Olivia found she loved doing that too.

Just how far could she go with this? Then she realized: As far as she wanted. There was no limit. With each new patient, her clinic grew bigger. It was almost like her child, her pride and joy, and she would do anything to protect it.

As she finished her wine, she climbed out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. Then made her way to her closet, grabbing a nightgown, and got in her bed. It was nice and soft, and Olivia easily drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face. No doubt, tomorrow would be busy, and that was just the way she liked things.

She really did deserve this. Even as she slept the night was still young. She deserved many so things, and she would soon get them, much sooner than she'd ever expected.

*5 hours later*

"Ugh. Wha?" She groggily shook her head as she woke up. "What happened?" She wondered in confusion. First, she's sleeping in bed, next she's standing naked with her arms bound behind her back. Wait, naked? Where the hell were her clothes?! She tried looking around, squinting, but it was too dark to see anything, and she was still waking up.

"W-What the hell?" She struggled against her bonds, but they were too tight, and her legs were locked in place. "How did I get here? What's going on?" Suddenly a male voice began echoing throughout the room, it sounded like it was coming from a speakerphone, but she couldn't see it.

"Olivia Conwald. Age, 34, CEO and Founder of New Genesis Corp. Quite an interesting woman indeed." The voice chuckles. "A noble business, fertility. But you aren't quite as clean as you make yourself out to be."

Olivia could feel her blood boiling as her heart raced. She very nearly shouted out, but wait. Just stay calm, she thought to herself. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?" she asked.

The voice chuckled again, clearly amused. "What do I want? She asks me. Lovely Olivia, what I want is to see the 'real' you. You know the one I mean. The one behind closed doors. The one who uses her company to fuel her fetishes."

Olivia gritted her teeth. He knew? "I don't know what you're talking about. My company is a perfectly legitimate business." Could he be the one behind these recent equipment thefts?

"The company, maybe. You on the other hand, not so much. I know about all your dirty little secrets, Ms. Conwald."

"If I had any secrets, just what makes you think you know anything?"

The voice remained silent for a moment before responding. "How I know is irrelevant. Call me someone who's very... interested in how you operate Olivia. I already have information on you. Very dangerous information, I could show you if you wish. But, I just want to hear you admit it first. I'll even let you go."

Olivia felt a chill run down her spine. He had evidence of what she'd been doing? She felt her breathing become ragged. "Alright, fine. Yes. I get off on this. I love the thrill of the chase, the seduction. You got me." She gulped. "Now please, can I go now?"

"Beautiful woman aren't you? Hard not to see why men fall for you. You enjoy the attention? Being the center of the world." The voice says, a hint of smugness in its tone. "No wonder you use your company to indulge yourself. Just what do you think of men and women anyway? Are you some sort of huntress? Some kind of predator, prowling for a mate? Or is there something more?"

Olivia stayed silent for a moment, blushing profusely. "Hmm, yes. A gorgeous huntress and her hunting trophies." He chuckled. "You must love the feeling when they cum in you."

Fine, if he really knows so much, there's no point in hiding it. "Oh, you make me blush. Yes, it turns me on. I enjoy it. Can you blame me for having a little fun?" She tried to play it off as a joke.

"Hmm, fun for you maybe. Perhaps better to describe the donated sperm as, oh 'hunters'?"

Okay, that was a strange way of phrasing it, but it turned her on. "Y-Yes, I suppose I never thought of it that way. A beautiful huntress and her prizes. They're like my little 'hounds' really, hunting down a female's egg."

"So, it doesn't matter if the men or the women actually want it or not? It's a little game to you?"

"I suppose it is." Olivia said.

"Of course it is. You're Olivia, in control of a facility dedicated to reproduction. How does that sort of power over people make you feel?"

Olivia smirked. "Powerful. I feel like a goddess. Like a mistress who controls fertility."

"Oh ho ho. A goddess you say? Sounds like you appreciate reproduction."

"I've always been drawn to it," Olivia confesses, her voice taking on a sinister edge. "It's primal, you know? Men and women shouldn't waste their fertility, and I take great pleasure in helping move things along." She licked her lips suggestively, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've seen so many lives start because of me, and it feels so wonderful."

"And as far as the women are concerned?" she continues, her voice turning cold, "They are vessels to carry the children, and the men provide the genetics. I will make sure they do their duties."

"And what about you Conwald? You appear to be a perfectly healthy woman. You certainly 'seem' capable of carrying a child." He paused. "You always enjoy teasing men, begging to plant their sperm in your womb and knock you up. And yet you have no children. Sounds odd to me."

Olivia's smile faltered. "Oh, don't worry about me," she dismissed. "My life is fine as is. I have better things to do than raise children. I have a career to maintain after all." She took a moment to pause. "I mean, can you imagine what that'd do to my reputation? Or my figure? I control and create life for others, not birth it myself."

The voice let out a chuckle. "life, huh? That's rich."

"Yes, well, I'm very busy, running a company and all. I have better things to do than to carry a child."

"Despite forcing others into the same thing? The way you did with my wife?"

"Your... wife?" Olivia's eyes widen in feigned surprise as she struggles against the restraints. "I'm sorry, I don't recall ever meeting your wife. Perhaps you're mistaking me for someone else?" She tried to look innocent, but silence told her the voice didn't believe her.

Her heart begins to race, and she feels the familiar heat rising in her core. She knows she has to play this perfectly if she wants to survive. "Look, I really don't know anything about your wife. Can I just get out of these restraints and head home? I'm a busy woman you know?"

"Oh, no no Conwald. She remembers you quite well. You thought she was under and unaware when you drugged her under the pretense of 'genital examination', some months ago. Oh, but she was quite awake, even though she couldn't move. She remembers vividly the way you masturbated yourself watching her get knocked up. I even found her name in the registry when we visited tonight."

Realization flickered in Olivia's eyes. "Wait. Did you visit my facilities? So, it was you who's been stealing my equipment! How?"

"That is none of your concern Conwald. And besides. Stolen equipment is the least of your worries. You call yourself a goddess? A fertility mistress? That the sperm are your trophies, your slaves, your 'hounds'? Fine. Let's test how much control you really have over them. Let's play a little game. Win, and you walk away, right here right now. Win or lose, we'll never see each other again."

Olivia's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous chill ran through her, while she struggled more against her restraints. "What do you mean?" she asks warily. "I'm not afraid of a little game." Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his response.

"Good, good, 'mistress'." The unseen voice echoed with malice. A light switched on in front of her, revealing the photos of 6 different women on the wall. A digital countdown timer set to 1 minute, 30 seconds sat above it. Between the timer and the photos was a screen. Her reproductive screening equipment.

"This game is called "Sinful Memories". Each photo is of a woman you forced into pregnancy with your facility. One of them happens to be my wife. From left to right, you will say a number between 1 and 6 that corresponds to a picture. Starting picture 1 to the far left, and 6 to the far right."

"Since you see your fellow women as mere vessels for sperm, you probably wouldn't remember their faces. The goal of the game is to test that. You have 3 chances to guess the number that represents the picture of my wife."

Olivia's heart stops as she takes in the photos of the women, each one a memory from her time at the clinic. She tried focusing and seeing if any of them looked familiar, but none of them did. "And just what exactly happens if I can't guess?"

"Naughty naughty Olivia." The voice taunted. "Didn't I tell you we'd test out how much control you have over your 'slaves'? Why don't you look down?"

A light beneath turned on as she looked down to see a dildo aimed at her pussy. But her eyes were mesmerized by something far more sinister. A clear container connected to a dildo. It was filled with a milky substance. "S-semen?" she whispered, her throat tightening.

"Yes. And don't you worry. None of it came from me. You gathered it all yourself. Don't recognize it 'mistress'? I told you I knew about how you'd drug and force men and add their illegal 'donations' to your facility. It's all there, in that container."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest. "What in the world sort of joke is this?" She raised her voice, slightly echoing off the walls. "Let me go! Right now!" She thrashed against her restraints, desperate to escape. But the voice just spoke, ignoring her.

"Each try you get wrong, the dildo aimed at your pussy buries itself inside, little, by little. However, if you get all 3 tries wrong, an automated system fully burrows the dildo against your cervix. Then you get flooded. The system will shoot the sperm in the container through the dildo, and into your womb."

Olivia's entire body trembled, the threat of such a violation terrified her. She was about to start screaming for help before a sudden flash went through her mind. She wasn't in any danger here. She'd already fucked two guys today, she knew when she was fertile or not. He could flood her all he wanted, it was completely safe today. Something inside her snapped knowing this.

"Really? This was your plan?" she spat, a cruel laugh escaping her throat. "You thought, what? Just kidnap me, tie me up, and threaten me? Brilliant idea." She shook her head, rolling her green eyes. "Please, you think this would scare me? Just go ahead. Do it. Flood me."

Her voice grew deeper and more malicious. She couldn't help but let the sudden surge of confidence and anger go to her head. First, he steals her equipment and messes with her precious company for months, then kidnaps her while sleeping, all so he can play some erotic version of 'Saw' with her?

"Do you even know who I am? For a stalker, I don't think you do. If your best evidence is some random name in the registry, I can easily make that all go away." She smiled wickedly, riding off a high of confidence. He clearly wasn't going to kill her, just humiliate her and that wouldn't happen. "Win or lose, when I get free, I'll show you how good of a 'Huntress' I really am!"

The voice went quiet for what felt like minutes. "There's that sadistic confidence I wanted to see, Conwald. That's why you're the perfect player for this game."

Perfect? She smirked, still feeling smug. "Oh, why thank you." she dryly replied. She might as well be perfect.

"And don't you worry Miss Conwald. I know that the perfect player needs a perfect game, and the perfect game needs risk. That's why I gave you the strongest fertility drugs your facility had while you were sleeping."

Olivia's cocky smirk melted as she felt her heart stop, her skin suddenly going cold. No... This had to be a trick. She felt a lump growing in her throat. "What?" She muttered, barely above a whisper.

"You heard me, fertility drugs. For early ovulation. Your body is very fertile right now. Your chamber has an egg just waiting to meet a lucky sperm cell."

Olivia's world suddenly tilted as her eyes went wide with horror. This was not supposed to happen. No way, he wasn't actually being serious. "You're joking." She said, a bead of sweat rolling from her neck down her back. "I'm can't be fertile. There's no way I am." She began muttering, her fear turning her confident smirk into a terrified frown.

"Doesn't that sound exciting? After begging your victims for pregnancy, it'd be a shame if you didn't follow through with your promise. I'm just giving your little victims a chance to finally claim their master."

She had to escape, had to get free and out of here! "Wait this is a joke right? A threat? It's money you want right?" she breathed, the horror of her situation sinking in. She frantically shook her head around, hoping to find a way out, but there was nothing. Only the warehouse.

Olivia blinked her eyes rapidly, twisting and turning hoping to escape. "Aw, now Olivia, you're a "Goddess of Fertility" aren't you? You shouldn't have any fear of pregnancy."

"I mean, you are the mistress here, and those swimmers are your little slaves. They can't knock you up against your will, can they?" His voice rang through the room full of venom. "You can either win and walk away, or lose and get knocked up with a container full of your own 'sins'. Either way, you're playing this little game, and it begins, now."

Olivia shook in a mix fear and rage. Her breathing grew quicker as the timer began. None of these women looked familiar! "Look, I don't remember!" she cries out, her voice cracking with fear. "Just let me go!" She could only watch the clock count down. She can't let this happen. "Um, uh 1!"

"Oof, not even close Olivia." He chortled with menace as the dildo pressed into her folds, its tip entering her and stopping. All while the clock continued counting down. 45 seconds left.

Olivia winced as the dildo penetrated her, feeling both violated and helpless. With every passing second, the fear and panic inside her grow more intense. "I-I don't know! I swear I don't know!" she cries out, her voice breaking. "Please, just stop!"

The clock ticked down mercilessly. She tries to focus, to remember anything that might help her. She couldn't think straight, her mind racing with terror. "Um, uh, 3?" The dildo pushing further into her said she was wrong. She tried struggling again, but to no avail.

Her mind raced, panic overwhelming her. She couldn't think or do anything except watch the clock as it ticked down, praying for a miracle. "Tick tock Olivia. Your bio clock's ticking."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest at the taunt. She stared in disbelief down at the container filled with the milky white substance. A container full of her own collection of stolen seed. So much... virile... potent... seed. A shudder ran through her as she thought about what would happen if she lost.

It sloshed and churned mockingly within from her thrashing, the liquid bubbling as it moved about. She felt her insides clench in response, as if they were trying to draw it in and pull it into her womb. She couldn't resist a pang of arousal at the thought.

She tried to calm down and focus, but she couldn't. It was hard to even breathe. The clock continued to tick down. Only 25 seconds left and the walls of the warehouse seemed to shrink with each one. This can't happen! She couldn't let it!

"You know the funny thing about sperm? You can call them or yourself whatever you want. Your slaves, your trophies, their mistress, their master, they don't care. They'll swarm the egg of any bitch they can find, even yours. You can't stop them. That's just biology. They have no loyalty. "

Olivia's eyes widened in horror as his words hit her. "N-no! You can't do this to me! I won't let you!" Deep down she knew he was right. It was no use, and there was no escape. She's not the predator anymore. She's the prey, and there's nothing she can do to stop it. Her mind was frenzied with fear. There had to be a way out! There had to.

But there wasn't. She couldn't escape. Couldn't fight back. Just hope she got it right. 10 seconds left. She has to pick something. "Um, 5?" she whispers, barely audible.

"Sorry Olivia. Thanks for playing."

The color drained out of her face as she felt the dildo force its way through her pussy and into her cervix, prompting a blood-curdling scream, while fought and thrashed against the restraints harder than she ever did, helplessly watching the sperm-filled container begin to drain. "No! No! NO! You can't do this to me!" Her eyes bulged in terror, and her screams echoed through the warehouse.

"Please, NO!" Too late, the first heavy spurts were already rushing through the dildo. "NOOOOOO!!!" There was no stopping it as the first thick, warm, ropes of sperm began pooling inside of her. Shot after shot forced their way past her cervix and into her defenseless womb. She thrashed and writhed, but it continued draining.