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  Copyright Fiona Thompson 2012. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fantasy and is not meant to harm or condone the acts in the pages described within.

  They escaped that night and Donovan drove all night until they reached a small town overlooking the ocean. There, Bree bought the first white dress she could find and they headed to the justice of the peace.

  Bree leaned up against the window ledge and watched the birds flying free outside. Her back was arched in pain. Her cleavage was spilling over the rim of her dress and it was so tight across her abdomen, her belly button protruded through the fabric, but she was happy and hopeful for the future.

  She heard the door latch and she rushed to greet Donovan with a waddle. Their lips met and brought desire, love, and Bree knew she wanted a life with him. Simple, yet happy. She said that in her marriage vows and in a few short minutes they were man and wife.

  They rented a nice little house with a backyard and over the next several weeks, Donovan painted the nursery for the triplet girls that were ready to be born any day. Bree could barely move and was bed ridden except to pee and to eat a few meals. She spent most of her time in bed anyway. Her desire for sex was heightened and her breasts were milked every morning by her strong husband.

  Bree moaned half in her sleep. She laid on her side with a pillow between her legs. So hot now from the extra body heat from carrying her triplets that not even a sheet covered her expanded frame. The triplets moved, kicking her with delight. In the moon light her stomach appeared to glisten, resting on the matress beside her and it jarred with the movement of the monsterous pups that were approaching full term.

  Donovan snuck into bed beside her and rubbed baby oil along her belly in long, sensuous strokes. Bree was aware of his prescene, but stayed in a restful slumber. She moaned, and repositioned her upper torso to expose her nipples. Donovan butted at them with his chin and then his mouth met each of them with a longing desire.

  Bree’s mouth parted and her eye lids twitched as if in a heavenly dream. “Take me,” she whispered, spreading her arms open above her head and her legs opened to allow him entry.

  Donovan chuckled, bringing her arms overhead into the cuffs he kept locked to the headboard. Bree’s excitement hurried as the metal clamps tightened on her wrists. In the dark, her mouth opened, searching for his. When they kissed he grabbed her by the shoulders and thrusted hard inside of her.

  Bree groaned with pleasure as his cock moved past the tightness of her pussy. Their hips moved in time and she couldn’t wait to have her triplets so one day, she could bare Donovan his own children. There was nothing she wanted more than to be pumped with Donovan’s seed so she could give him his own biological pups.

  Bree bustled around the kitchen the best she could, considering her size. And even though she felt like toppling over when she walked, she did her best to pack Donovan a good lunch to take to work. She wore only a tight black bra, where her breasts spilled out of, and even the fabric leaked with milk, and one of Donovan’s white button shirts. But it didn’t come close to buttoning against her new collassal figures, but still she felt attractive when Donovan smiled at her.

  He was standing in the window, watching the snow come down, while he drank his cup of coffee. Bree loved to watch his profile, especially when he wasn’t looking. It was gorgeous with his strong jaw and his perfect nose. Rugged, but wonderful. Even from across the room she could smell his cologne and it made her pussy beg for him, even if these days sex was getting harder to achieve if she wasn’t on top.

  She picked up his lunch and waddled over to him. One of her hands rested on the front of her stomach. She was carrying very low now and Donovan assured her contractions would start any day. For Bree it couldn’t come a moment too soon. Her body was aching for relief—and a great fuck that this body wouldn’t allow anymore.

  “Here you go. Steak sandwich.”

  Donovan took the crumbled paperbag and kissed Bree’s cheek. “My favorite. I’ll see you tonight.”

  Bree grinned and rubbed the top of his head as he bent over to kiss her stomach. She really had grown to love him more than she ever dreamed.

  “Call me if contractions start. Any moment now.” Donovan’s expression turned serious as his warm hands pressed up against her taught belly. It was as tight as a drum these days.

  Bree nodded, with happy tears in her eyes and watching him leave. When she heard the car peel, she busied herself in the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes and then fried herself up a pile of bacon.

  While it was cooking, Bree turned on the radio and swung her hips as she scrubbed the sink. When suddenly, her eyes went wide and she gave a deep groan. Bree grabbed her stomach right below her breasts while another hand cradled beneath it.

  Five weeks into her marriage and the contractions were starting. Bree was headed toward labor.

  Darkness fell.

  Bree wore nothing except a bathrobe left open to allow her giant, swollen abdomen go free. Outside it was dark and the rain pattered with a harsh ferocity against the windows. Her head rested to its side as she glided back and forth in the rocking chair. As another contraction surged like electricity through her abdomen, Bree moaned, clenched her teeth. Her legs tensed but the knees fell open, relaxed.

  Her hand gripped her stomach, begging for relief and on one hand a diamond ring sparkled in the moonlight. Bree’s body was in position and she knew soon the babies would be born, but where was Donovan? Where was her husband? Work ended hours ago, so where was he?

  Outside the howl of wolves came and Bree saw many shadows pass by her windows. With disbelief Bree shook her head and closed her eyes. Breaking deeply through her mouth until the contraction pass. She heard something break downstairs. Bree groaned and when her bedroom door splintered open, the baby mobiles in the corner spun, and Bree screamed, pushing up on the rocking chair and came face to face with the monster she would always know as Steven.

  His face once had been one she marveled at and dreamed about for days at a time, but now it wore a sinister expression that only showed contempt, anger for her. His face wore more hair than was normal as he slowly shifted back from a werewolf to a man. His clenched fingers were brown with fur and his fingernails long, and black.

  “There you are my, Queen. You have no idea how worried I’ve been about you.” Steven’s eyes flashed with anger. “No idea.”

  Bree shook her head. “I am no longer yours. I love my husband. These babies will be his,” Bree placed a hand on top of her immense stomach, rippled with stretch marks and kicks from her near full term pups. She groaned, squatting down on her heels without meaning to as the contraction tightened her belly and every muscle of her being.

  Steven laughed, placing his hands on her stomach like she was a prize. He stroked her skin with gentle firmness and pushed her bathrobe away to take in her beautiful form. Her swollen breasts, her over extended stomach. Her skin glowed with motherhood and her hair was a river of ringlets and beauty. “You loved me once. I can teach you to love me again.” He put his lips to her neck and blew, before kissing her moist skin.

  “Never.” Bree said, her breath normalizing as the contraction faded away. She turned her head when Steven moved in to kiss her, knowing if she kissed him, she was a goner.

  It didn’t matter if he kissed her or not as the other werewolves entered the bedroom. There were too many around for her to fight and every few minutes she fought the onslaught of contractions. There was a great deal of pressure against her pussy and it felt like any moment labor was going to intensify.

  As another contraction began to rock her from behind Bree stumbled forward and Steven steadied her, wrapping his arms around her torso. “Easy,” he whispered against her ear as someon
e latched a thick collar around her waist. Her arms were drawn behind her back and shackled tightly in place. The chains were dragged down toward her ankles and were shackled.

  “Back to the compound.” Steven bolstered, throwing an arm overhead.

  Bree cried and tried to scream but a ball gag was placed in her mouth and tightly secured behind her head. The leather strap cut into her mouth and she tasted a small amount of blood. Why were they doing this? Why did no one care for her?

  “No one,” Steven said in a low simmer of a voice, on the cusp of anger, “Gets away from me. No one.” They led her from the second story bedroom. The one that was supposed to be the nursery for her triplets.

  But where was Donovan? Why hadn’t he come to save her?

  They gave Bree something to help her sleep and when she arrived back in the compound she felt groggy. Her arms and legs were numb from the shackles and out the window was pitch blackness.

  Steven tugged on her leash with harsh violence and Bree struggled to keep up. She gagged, going light headed with each violent tug, and nearly fell in the hallway near the chambers were the other breeders slept and bathed. The door was opened for her and Steven pushed her in, so she tumbled down on the floor. Bree had no choice but to lay there, unable to get up under her own weight.

  “The birthing chamber.” Steven said and began to unbutton his shirt. “Don’t worry, we gave you something to slow your contractions, but in a few hours, you’ll wish we would give you pain killers.”

  Tears welled in Bree’s eyes and she watched as the other breeders readied a circular bed for her. It was stripped of its lush comforters and in the wall, Bree made out circular hooks. It made her shiver in fear—and unrelenting desire she wished she no longer had.

  Comfort helped Bree up. The first of the breeders was now slender, beautiful, in her regal gown that covered her breasts and little else. Her stomach was tight, shapely but with a slight plump middle that showed Bree that she was again with Steven’s liter. This was her fate? This was what Bree had to look forward to?

  Comfort got Bree onto the bed and removed her ankle restraints and her ball gag. “Don’t worry,” she whispered against Bree’s ear. “What they are going to do, will ease your pain. Don’t fight it. Child birth doesn’t have to be horrible.”

  Bree stared at her open mouth as Comfort took Bree’s arms overhead and secured them with a pad lock. Comfort bowed her head to the werewolf masters and left the room, bolting the door with a resounding echo.

  She felt like a slab of meat as the men stared at her pregnant, naked form, on the bed. Her arms were restrained so far overhead, it suspended her giant melon breasts in mid-air. Her nipples were tingling with desire, the longer the men made her wait. As the start of a contraction started to tick gently in her body, Bree’s breath became rushed and she dug her heels into the bed.

  Inside their pants, Bree could see their cocks lengthening, hardening. They couldn’t wait to take her. When her eyes fell to Steven she saw the tip of his beginning to wedge its way out of his pants. She knew he was big, endowed, but this was beyond anything she had ever seen before. She was about to have his children and couldn’t stomach the idea he might force sex on her now, right before the child was born.

  They came to the bed and were beside her as the contraction finished. Bree’s lips trembled as Steven’s hands swept across her breasts. Engorged with so much milk, the veins pulsed beneath her skin. They were like rocks swelled with milk. Even Steven’s gentle kisses to her nippls caused her extreme agony.

  “Been awhile since you’ve been milked. What a cow you are, to feed my milk to another one of my pact. How dare you, Bree.” He grissled his retort to her and bent his face to suckle at her breast.

  Bree gritted her teeth and cried out loud as he sucked on her nipple, making it longer, flicking it with his teeth and pinching it with restrained. She groaned as his mouth created a vaccum against her breasts and milk began to flow. The feeling of relief, of extreme arousal surrounded every fiber of her being and Bree closed her eyes, relaxing as Steven took large gulps of milk.

  “You cow,” Another man said and took her other breast into her mouth. While another man positioned himself on the bed between her legs. Bree tried her best not to get excited, but as the warmth of a tongue met her pussy, Bree threw her head back, her mouth open in pleasure, and let out a series of long breaths.

  “That’s my girl.” Steven said, running his hand down her throat, his lips kissing between her massive round breasts, so big they were like cantalopes. “Are you here, are you back with me Bree?”

  She couldn’t answer. Didn’t even want to.

  That was when she looked at the table side and saw small gold nipple clamps sitting in a box of velvet. “No,” Bree whispered, even as Steven picked them up.

  “I need to prove to you how mine you are, Bree. Before you try to do something like this again. Before you think you can say no to carrying my litters to full term.”

  “I won’t.” Bree rushed on even as the first clamp was placed over her nipple. “I’ll give you as many litters as you want.”

  Steven smiled sadly as he placed the second clamp in place. He connected them with a small chain and placed his finger on it. “That’s what you all say.” His finger cupped the chain and he gently pulled it away from her nipples, like it was a sling shot.

  It tugged at her skin and Bree moaned, the heat of the pain caused her eyes to well up with tears. “Please,” she begged as he did it again, faster and pulling further away. The minutes ticked by and the intensity throttled the pain as the man between her legs began to suck faster, his tongue probing deeper inside her.

  Bree moaned, her breath labored as she took a shaky inhale. The pleasure and pain were lingered in her mind until they were one. She could no longer separate which was which and she each time Steven began to pull on her nipple clamps, her desire heightened until herself growing wet between her legs.

  She wanted it so bad and it didn’t matter to her who’s cock she got, but she wanted one. Until she felt the pulse of a contraction tightening her egg shaped belly. She groaned. “The contractions are back. Please…”

  Her head rolled back, she breathed through the pain and Steven massaged her thighs, allowing them to relax and fall open. “Just relax,” his voice was soft, husky. “Enjoy the sensations of James between our legs. Allow yourself to orgasm and the pain of the contractions will be gone.”

  Her head rolled backwards against the mound of pillows and Bree did what she was told. Closing her eyes she breathed through the pain aware of only her lactating breasts into the mouths of men she barely knew while another man’s tongue swirled deep circles against her clit. Orgasm can quickly and it rocked her body into spasms she didn’t know was possible. She quaked and trembled like she was having a seizure and when it was over, a new contraction was just beginning.

  The men never stopped. Not even for a moment it was one orgasm after another. Bree couldn’t speak, didn’t even need to tell them what was going on. It was like a refined art, they knew exactly what to do. Heightening her desire to the brink of where she could barely stand it and causing her to orgasm at the height of the contraction’s pain cycle.

  Bree thought hours might have gone by before she opened her eyes and saw Steven staring at her, both of his hands on her low and wide belly. “Nearly time,” Steven smiled. “Nearly time to push, my queen. First, I think it’s time we have a few moments alone.” He looked at the other men and they quickly left without saying a word. Like they had done their job. Like now it was all up to Steven.

  He cupped her chin for a moment and his expression fell to sadness. “I thought you were different, Bree. I thought you would want to be with me. Maybe even marry me. I afforded you luxuries I never gave the others.” Steven sighed. “I learned my lesson. And now, I think you learned yours.”

  The door opened again and Donovan strolled in, his head down.

  Bree’s eyes went wide as another contraction b
egan its tight constriction. Her husband was here? Surly he would save her now. Kill Steven, do whatever was possible to get her out of here. “Don?” Her voice cracked out and then she got a chill up her spine when he refused to look at her.

  “A test?” Bree whispered and the smile that spread across Steven’s face made her face run out with humiliation.

  “Which you failed.” Steven said. “But now I know and I’ll make sure, you never do it again. Either of you. Donovan isn’t supposed to fall in love with the test subjects. It took me awhile to find you, which isn’t supposed to happen.” He patted Donovan on the back, who left the chamber without saying a word.

  So he did love her. Bree watched him go, but knew Steven would never let her out of his sight now. She was his and always would be.

  Steven positioned himself between Bree’s legs and unzipped his pants. “One more ride until the baby’s are born. What do you say, Bree?”

  She said nothing as she thought of dinner’s with Donovan and the long strolls on the beach. She had nothing any more. Bree was completely broken.

  “Whatever you want, Master.”

  Few hours later and Bree’s water broke while Steven made love to her. She was uncuffed and then the other werewolf breeder’s helped her into the water. Steven left to celebrate and Bree hoped she wouldn’t see him for a long time. Such a long time.

  The other breeders got into the pool with her, and their glistening belly’s bobbed in the water as they stroked back her hair and kept her lips wet. The triplets were making their decent and Bree knew they would come soon, but the pain was so intense, so horrible, that she couldn’t stop from crying between pushes.

  Her hands on her knees, Bree rocked back and forth in a squat like position like she had done so many times in bed, but this was unlike any intense pain she had ever experienced. Chin to her chest, she pushed with all her might while Comfort kept her hands on Bree’s stomach and guided with soft pressure to help aid the movement of the babies.