As soon as the euphoria had faded enough for me to regain my wits, I told her, “One down, two more to go.” I breathed deep and slowly let it go. “I’m cheering your sperm on, my Devotee. As intensely as the thought of forcing you to raise somebody else’s children tickles me, I wanna have your baby in my belly. I want you to fuck me till your testicles run dry.”

She blew a breath. “Whew. I am honored to be raising your progeny, even if they aren’t mine… but you’re a very demanding mate, Miss Bachman. Now, let’s see that creampie…”

“Not yet. Let it stew.”

“Aw. Fine. I guess stewing is sexy.”

“You really like to play with cum.”

“Or even cook with it.”

“You cook with it?”

“I have a cookbook, Natural Harvest. And then there’s Semenology for mixed drinks… Perhaps you’d like me to turn one of the recipes into a mocktail?”

“I’d like to try them all.”

“Andy likes her cream.”

“I do. I’d also like to try some special Judy-flavored ice cream, if you’re cool with that.”

She grinned. “I know someone with an ice cream maker—don’t worry, I’ll tell them I’m using an exotic ingredient. I’ll get the ice, salt, cream, and sugar tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget the pineapple.”

She laughed. “I’ll eat half and put the rest in the ice cream. Now, I can’t wait any longer. Creampie time.” As she pulled out, a big glob of something carved a river valley between my ass checks. She placed her mouth against my cunt and sucked until she’d had her fill, then flopped down at my side and sighed, quite satisfied. “Hahhhh… Gotta fill you up with cum, or else I’ll be forced to care for someone else’s children, who I will certainly despise and totally won’t love as dearly as my own genetic material. You’re one fucked-up, kinky girl.”

I scooted closer to her, traced a random pattern with my finger between her breasts. “My dear, you are patient zero with the breeding and cuckoldry kinks, I’m only telling you how to feed your fever.”

She pressed her thumb to my bottom lip and I sucked on it. “Do you think, if I had masked my ‘disease’ from you, you wouldn’t’ve caught it?” Softly, she made our lips touch.

“Masks don’t protect from sexually transmissible infections.” And I kissed her back.

“Perhaps I shoulda worn a rubber our first time.” She brought her mouth to mine… I bit her lower lip when she tried to kiss me. “Ah! You’re so rough.” She giggled blissfully.

“I like it raw. It feels too good.”

“You haven’t even tried it with a condom, yet.”

“I have, and it isn’t the same. Not knowing whether I might become pregnant is what makes it so exhilarating.”

She kissed me on my neck and sent my bones ashivering… “I’ve turned a perfectly respectable young woman—‍” …then she kissed me on the throat, which caused my heart and cunt to throb… “—into a carefree slut—‍” …then on my cheek, which caused me to yearn… “—who has unprotected sex—‍” …then on the corner of my lip, which caused me to go mad with lust… “—with strangers—‍” …and last upon the lips, chaining me to my desires. “—while fertile.” Then she placed a finger on my clit, causing me to jerk then grind against her hand. “How can I fix this problem, Dear?”

I smirked. “(Hah…) Are you asking me if—(hah)—you can make an honest woman out of me?”

She started back and her eyes spread in surprise; I waited for her response as I watched her cock transmute from stiff rubber into unyielding granite, throbbing with each beat of her heart. “Well…”

“If I get pregnant, won’t you want our child to be legitimate? Don’t you want their parents to be in a legally sanctioned relationship?”

“I don’t… know if… that is absolutely necessary…”

“People will want to ask, ‘Who’s the father?’ Would you like me to inform them that the other mother is you? If they aren’t yours biologically, wouldn’t you like to claim parenthood?”

“I… would… like that—‍”

“And if they find out the child was born out of wedlock…”

“I suppose that’s a concern, but I don’t know if—‍” I wrapped my hand around her dickhead and massaged it, extracting a sigh-moan from her. “(Ahhh…) I—I don’t know if we’re ready for… rings on our left hands.”

“‘Don’t know’? Are you admitting that you’re open to it—or perhaps… perhaps you’ve seriously considered it?”

Without a word, she invoked the Fifth.

“You’ve fantasized about our wedding!”

“The thought just popped into my head once…”

“Just once?”

“…or twice…”

“You thought about it for a while, too, you laid down for hours in bed imagining the proposal until you fell asleep and it transformed into a dream about the planning and the ceremony and the dinner and the honeymoon and consummating the marriage and life as wives.”

“Well… To be clear, it was when you called me for permission to fuck those Environmental Health agents. The whole time I was sucking on my client’s dick and balls and you said you wanted us to cuck each other… the only thing I could think about was who we should invite.”

“Diane, for certain. Who, I think you should know, infiltrated SVPD in a multi-decade mission to minimize the harm the department does to sex workers.”

“That’s good to hear.” ((She seems like… maybe she wasn’t exactly expecting the news, I’m certain she had no idea what I was about to tell her, because—because she has no way of knowing anything about Diane—so… she must be surprised—at least, more surprised than she looks or sounds. Yes. She’s just feeling relaxed from the sex, that’s why she wasn’t bowled over.)) “Now I feel a little less icky for agreeing that her job offer was the pragmatic course of action.” She stroked my cheek as though it really wasn’t all that big a deal, like it was old news.

“Finding out was a relief. I’m certain she’ll be eager to help, if she doesn’t insist on doing my job for me.”

“I’m glad she’s on our side.”

“Yeah. Also, she told me…”

“Based on your bashful smile, I’m guessing you have more good news.”

“She used those words that hurt you.”

This time her eyebrows lifted with more surprise than I had been expecting. “Oh. Wow. Okay. Uh. Hm. Well… How… how… did… you… respond?”

“I said them right back. I also told her I wanted to fuck her in her car, right then and there, till dawn… but she insisted that I should rest after my wild night.”

She chuckled. “Great! Best of luck to both of you. I’m really glad she’s on our side—I can imagine letting her down without compromising your case or your morals would have been more than a little awkward.”

“Um… yeah.” I realized I was not a hundred percent sure I would have turned down her advances if she had been on the other side… and felt an urge to change the topic of the conversation to another—any other. I was still quite drunk, though, so I grasped clumsily at the most exciting thing from recent memory—without a single neuron in my skull pausing to consider the consequences—hoping to distract both of us from such a dangerous line of thinking. “Yeah… I’ll admit that it might’ve been a little challenging. By the way—something interesting happened, something I haven’t mentioned yet…”

“Oooo, dish!” ((Success.))

“There was… this guy there, Tom—a nobody, not important to me, I barely know him—actually, I forgot his name, let’s just call him ‘Tom’—nobody special to me, the two of us only met tonight—he had some kind of dark secret he wanted to share with me and I simply had to get it out of him…” ((Oh. Uh. Diane didn’t like what he did to me, and neither did Shosh))… and I imagine if Judith digs even a millimeter into my story, you’ll be just as mortified.

“Hmm…” One of her eyebrows peaked. “What was he hiding?”

“Oh. I don’t—didn’t find out. So… That’s where the story ends. Now… let’s get back to doing it?”

“Andy… are you trying to roll back the conversation?”

“N—well, it was a dead end, he refused to say what was on his mind.”

“Are you sure nothing happened?”

“Well… like I said—‍”

She peeled my hand off of her cock, rolled onto her side, and demanded, “Andrea. Tell me what happened.”

“But…”

“Say. What. Happened.”

I froze.

“Soulmates don’t keep secrets, Andy.”

“(Shit,)” I hissed. ((She won’t let me keep this to myself.)) “I… I kept—kept pushing him, with lots of questions, I wanted to get to know him better but I guess my questions were annoying, maybe, and I think maybe he has some kind of disorder that affects his ability to regulate emotions—so it wasn’t really his fault that—‍” {Thumbs pressed against my throat, his eyes replete with fury—air, I need air.} I needed to run. Somewhere. Elsewhere. Anywhere. {Squeezed. My life is being squeezed out of me.} My breathing quickened. “—that he…”

Her alarm was palpable. “Andy, what did he do?”

{Pulling, yanking, clawing—futile.} “I was drunk, I—I—I wasn’t—‍” I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I noticed, and we’ll talk about that later if you don’t mind, but I need you to tell me what this guy did.”

{My larynx yields beneath his thumbs as they are pressing—pressing downwards—pressing down on bone and cartilage—to starve my lungs of air—} “So… He… He choked… me.”

She needed a moment to process. “Okay. Fuck. Are you okay?”

{I’m about to die. I’m ending.} “I—feel fine, my throat—my throat doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Do you think you might be traumatized?”

{Now fade away… Forget the world and those I love… Surrender unto darkness…} “No. No. Of course not. I feel fine, really.” I tried to smile.

“Did they arrest the guy?”

“Two big men took—‍”

{big breath in

{eyes fly wide open

{see the world in Technicolor

{lights sounds faces all around me}

I came back from the floor of the club. “What—were we talking about?”

“Did they arrest him?”

“They—took him away.”

She waited for the second half of my story. “Andy… are you leaving something out?”

I grunted in frustration. ((I’m alive. I’m breathing and I’m alive.)) The memory released me, then evaporated. So I sighed, relieved by my escape—then I remembered that I was currently being interrogated. “Okay—so—I did something you would not have expected.”

“What did you do?”

“Please don’t freak out.”

“I’m cool as a cucumber. Go on.”

“I asked for them to bring him back to me.”

Her eyes grew too big to fit in their sockets. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“You said you’d be ‘cool as a cucumber’!”

She sighed impatiently. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, I said that. Please, tell me why you told them to let your would-be murderer get any closer to you.”

“Like I said, he wanted to confess some kind of sin, and I wanted to hear it.”

“Oh—kayyy… It’s very strange that you didn’t press charges, but I said I’d be cool and I don’t want to start an argument. What was he hiding?”

“I don’t… know.”

“You… didn’t get it out of him? After nearly losing your life?”

“He was like a safe, locked tight. I got him as drunk as I figured he could get while maintaining his abilities to think and talk, and he gave up jack all. All he mentioned was ou—his boss.”

I felt her eyes bore into mine, so naturally I turned my gaze away lest they betray the fact that there was even more to the juicy story. “Andrea Bachman… you are hiding something else.” The Fifth Amendment can save lives in criminal proceedings… but not in an interrogation by a loved one. “Spill those beans, my friend.”

“I… he and I… we… got a little closer after that.”

“How close?”

“I attempted to seduce him.”

“And how did that work out?”

“I got a little carried away.”

“Very far away?”

I nodded sheepishly.

She nodded back. “Does that mean he’s gonna be a father in nine months?”

Through timid vocal cords I squeaked, “(Only if your sperm don’t win the race.)”

Her cheeks puffed and she let out a gust between pursed lips. “You fucked your would-be killer for his semen. I have never met a woman who took breeding as seriously as you do. Never met a woman who took breeding seriously at all, actually. Well… What did you say to piss him off?”

“I dunno. I wanted to get closer to him, I wanted to bond with him over work stuff. Apparently I touched a nerve at some point.”

“You must have some idea of what set him off.”

((No, I don’t. I just asked him about cop stuff, the kind of stuff civilians ask me all the time.)) Then it hit me. ((Like whether I’ve ever had to shoot anyone. Whether I’ve killed anyone. And it always makes me so uncomfortable, even though I’ve never hurt so much as a fly while on duty. If Tom has had to hurt someone on the job…)) I closed my eyes and groaned. ((God, I must have made him feel like shit, and seeing how I ought to have known how a fellow cop would receive such questions, he would’ve had good reason to suspect I was trying to get a rise out of him.)) “Um. So. I might have asked him some… very insensitive questions, because… probably because my judgment was impaired thanks to the Molly I took.”

“You rolled tonight… That explains a lot.”

“And I had a few drinks.”

“And that explains the rest. Hmm. I noticed you’re a little shaky, but—glory be to COVID—I can’t smell the liquor on your breath, which means I had no way of knowing. Honey… Listen, I won’t judge you for relapsing, cuz I realize it’s a struggle, you can’t help it… but I really hope you don’t make this mistake—that an unfortunate situation like this doesn’t happen to you ever again.”

My fingers were clasped anxiously; I stared down at my twiddling thumbs while pondering, ((Was it worth it? That was the best damn tequila I’ve ever had. And it felt so good to be plastered. I needed a little something to make the night even better—))

((No. I didn’t need it. That’s just the addiction speaking. I could have died. Shosh)) would have been heartbroken. Judy would have been heartbroken. Diane would have been heartbroken. Pink and Tom would grieve their mate; five people would have lost me forever. The case would have gone cold, and Alex would stay missing. The trouble wasn’t worth the pleasure, and it wouldn’t have been worth Tom’s secret, even if I had been able to extract it from him before dying.

((This can’t happen again.))

“On top of alcohol, I’ve sworn off every recreational narcotic, so that I don’t compromise my judgment, so that I don’t get myself in trouble or killed. And if I relapse again, Diane will keep me on my leash whenever we’re at the club, until my doctor says I’m able to control myself. Which I don’t think I’ll mind, if that’s the way it has to be until the day I die. I… Well, I like being on the leash.”

“I could ask for more, but I don’t think it would be fair to you.” Her smile was mostly satisfied, but there was a little worry around her eyes. “You really enjoy being a pet, don’t you?”

“Yes. I like being her pet. Though…” I traced a random squiggle on her chest. “If you’re interested in giving it a try, you should know that she gave me permission to share my body and my soul with you, with my complete obedience and total loyalty—not that I wasn’t already totally loyal, nor that I wouldn’t give you my body without her permission, but this way it would be unconditional, eternal—still, we can say you have all of me, not she, more than just lust and trust…” I stroked her cock’s soft undercarriage. “…if you’re willing to take on all the responsibilities of owning me, all day and night… when I’m not with her.”

“Oh, wow. I, uh…” She was, to my displeasure, excessively conflicted—so I gave her a pair of puppy-dog eyes. “This is a lot. As in the most consequential decision I have made in my entire life, bigger than getting engaged or saying ‘I do’, bigger than my decision to share my breeding kink and pregnancy fetish with you. You don’t enter into that kind of relationship without sitting down and discussing a lot of boundaries and expectations. And I’ve got some hangups when it comes to being capital-D Dominant. I’ve had too many bad experiences.”

“Do you really need to be my Dominant to be my owner?”

“I find it hard to picture a submissive owner, the idea seems self-contradictory to me.”

“What if you’re gentle, and kind, and you spoil me, and you let me be a bad girl and I make lots of demands which you scramble to fulfill?” I wrapped my hand around her shaft and gently stroked—so that I might persuade her to see things my way, to keep her hard, simply because I was horny and skin contact made me even hornier—so there were countless reasons to be touching her while we were having a serious discussion.

“That might work, maybe, but—there would still be some domination necessary on my part, and I should emphasize that, despite dabbling in BDSM as an escort, I haven’t actually had a whole lot of experiences where I… performed satisfactorily. None, in fact.”

I pulled her foreskin up and over her head, and she sighed. “This will be easy. I’ll enjoy you spoiling me for being such a bad girl while Diane rewards me for being a good girl. Trust me, you’re gonna have fun, and you’re gonna feel your connection with me grow even stronger. We’ll only benefit from this kind of relationship.”

She thought about it carefully, facial expression changing every second over the course of a minute’s silence, chewing on her bottom lip. I gave her as much of my patience as I would give Diane. At the end of that minute, with middling confidence she finally said, “Oh… okay.”

I hugged her. “God, I feel amazing! Thank you, Mistress, I’m overjoyed!”

“I don’t want to start all at once, I need to ease into this stuff.”

“We’ll take a break whenever you need one. Just put my collar around my neck and call me by my pet name when you’re in the mood to be my owner, and then take it off and use my human name once you’re finished.”

“I also want to clarify my ‘owning’ you is just roleplay.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, okay, that’s fine, whatever. You don’t… really own me, after all…”

“Do you want to be ‘really’ owned?”

I gradually slipped into a sulk as I explained, “Kinda. Yeah. Diane doesn’t… want to own me anymore. Just roleplay it. The way you want to do it.”

“You sound a little… heartbroken.”

“A bit. I have strong feelings about her, but she won’t give me everything I want. And I have a hunch you’re just as hesitant.”

She played with one of my curls. “I’m sorry, but… We can pretend I own you, but no more than that.”

I gave her a pale smile. “It’ll have to do.”

“I’m sorry, Andy.”

“It’s fine. Forget about the ownership. Let’s focus on the good; we’ll pick a collar out for me after I get off work tomorrow.”

“Well, Tuesday is procurement day; I’m usually done by lunch, so I’ll be ready to shop by the time you are.”

I pecked her on the lips. “What color do you want for me?”

“Ah. Hm. I’m thinking… either green to match your eyes, or navy blue to contrast with your hair and match your coat.”

“Yes, I like those. We can buy some ribbons for testing the colors, then you’ll order me my choker.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one making all the plans and decisions? You’re supposed to be a mindless animal.” She grinned and kissed me with a little tongue.

“Are you saying that you wanna get to playing right away?”

“Maybe for a minute or two.”

I grinned back. “Would you care to finish breeding your pet?”

She scooted close and lifted my leg over her thigh. I hiked up my dress and reached for her slick cock to guide it in, but she said, “No, my pretty puppy, that’s my job.”

With her free hand she guided herself into me, thereby sending a breeze through my pussy while stretching, filling, forcing a gasp from me, deep breath through nostrils—

“Wouldn’t doggy style make more sense?” I asked.

She stopped and sighed. “Did you have to wait until I was already inside you to point that out?”

“I thought you had something appropriate in mind. Do you need advice on how to breed me?”

“Um… Andy… I think I, of all the people on this earth, know best the proper way to breed you.”

“Yet your first idea was not to Nine Inch Nail me like an animal? Come on, Judy.”

My punny criticism prompted contradictory emotions from her—a blend of amusement and frustration, as best as I could tell. “‘Nine Inch’—Well—I—‍”

Without warning I righted us so that she was on her back and I was on top. “If you’re gonna pick a sex position…” I lifted most of the way off of her, extracting a moan by squeezing her on my way up. “…for fucking your submissive…” I lowered myself slowly. “…I would think the best…” I rose. “…are those in which the dominant…” I slammed myself down, earning me a gasp from her. “…is in control.”

She shuddered as she whispered, “(Oh. My. Christ.)”

I continued humping her while lecturing, “I’m a little disappointed, Judy, because when you looked into my eyes just now I thought, ‘She’s gonna fuck me hard like I’m her property,’ but apparently you misread the situation because you went for something more ‘romantic’.”

“(Oops… Ah… You’re right… Hah… I made an oopsie… Mh… Sorry, pet…)” She grabbed my chest and played with my tits through my dress’ fabric, seeming to enjoy herself despite the perplexed look on her face.

I pulled her hair, and she quietly cried out. “Now that I think about it, Judy…”

Each time I engulfed her, she let out a cute noise. “(Ah… mh… hn…)”

“…you are even more loyal to me than I am to you…”

“(Hmm, hmgh… fuck…)”

“…and you’ve said before that you want me to use your body.”

“(Mmh… ah… just… hah… like… hm… that…)”

I stopped humping her. “I think the owner in this relationship might actually be me.”

I saw fear—and something else—evolving rapidly in her eyes. “(Oh…)”

I smiled like the devil on Fat Tuesday. “Which makes you… mine.” Her fear gave way to acquiescence. “Be a good girl: sit still, take your hands off of my tits, and don’t you speak a word while I extract your seed.”

She failed to follow my command.

I glared disapprovingly.

Then she obeyed.

My pretend disapproval evaporated; I gave her a kind smile and a pat on the head. “Good girl. Just sit back, relax, and let me breed you like the prize stud you are.” She whimpered.

I laid my hands on her chest and enjoyed her tits’ braless softness through her shirt as I brought my pussy upwards, tickling my entrance with her head to give myself that

then thrust myself downward to swallow her completely, striking her against my cervix, and pinched her nipples through her shirt—hard, harder than I ever had before, so hard she cried out. “Does this feel good, pet of mine?”

She hesitated—perhaps reluctant to criticize my prowess—but in any case chose honesty. She shook her head.

“Hmph! Alright, my pet.” I tweaked them harder and she yelled and covered her trembling mouth with both hands—but even as she whimpered she humped back. I let go of her nipples and she stopped making pathetic noises. I reached beneath her shirt and brushed my fingers over her abs, causing her to shiver and make horny noises. “Does that bring you closer to cumming?” She nodded. “Good.” I continued humping for a while, until her eyes glazed over, at which point I asked, “Do your nipples still hurt, Judy?”

Pathetically she told me, “No, but… please don’t hurt them again.”

“Did you feel yourself get closer to orgasm when I hurt them?”

She hesitated a little longer this time before admitting, “Yes… M—my Lady.”

Satisfaction surged within my arteries and flooded my brain. ((I wish I’d done this sooner.)) I grabbed her nipples and she tensed up even more. “For being honest, and for saying ‘please’, I will be gentle this time.” She relaxed a tiny bit and sighed relief—then I intensified her moans with modest torque, causing her eyes to close, her body to convulse and writhe, her thrusting to become increasingly desperate for release.

“I’m bound to end up pregnant at this rate… and as soon as the little fucker’s out of me, I’m suing you for child support.”

Her eyes shot open and her moans grew hoarse…

…and I stooped to her chest and brought my lips to her jaw and whispered, “And the kicker is… it isn’t even your baby in my belly.”

Suddenly—