The Industry (Closed)

In her unconscious state, she saw her siblings laughing and throwing grass and balls of mud at each other. She imagined she could smell the scent of freshly cut grass. She missed it. She missed it so much she even missed the smell of the animal's dung. She missed the farm in general.

She woke to the look of the ceiling in his study. She looked at the elaborate rich patterns and realised she had passed out and that Lem hadn't been a dream. She sat up slowly, her eyes bleary from sleeping. She looked over at Lem sleeping in his chair and tried to move, but couldn't

'What the f...' She swung her aching body to the side and managed to the side. Her breasts were swollen and straining against her shirt.

She crept towards the study door and the sound of her trying to open it echoed through the room. It was locked.

She turned back around to look at Lem.
 
Lem woke when he heard the door rattle on it's hinges. He looked at the door, smiling. She was there, though her face was carefully masked. She seemed despaired, but she also seemed more in control than previous women.

Then again, that's one of the many reasons why they had been failures, and this one held such promise.

He sat up straight, and rang a small bell to his right. Then looked at Leigh, curious as to her present state. Her breasts had swollen considerably, probably an E cup by the look of them. He could stop the swelling whenever he wanted, of course, or even reverse it, but he wondered how she'd act if she was unused to them.

He'd stop their growth when she complained.

He looked at her, smiling. "How much do you know about your present situation?"
 
She looked with dismay as he woke up immediately at the slight sound. She felt like she'd ruined the chance to escape. Her eyes, tired and glittering with tears, met his as he sat up.

She knew what was going on.

Her massive breasts had began to spill over her corset, and she groaned in pain as the lace and seams began to strain. They wouldn't stop. She felt the friction of her nipples rubbing against the corset and a little juice began to run down her thigh.

With a soft whimper, she staggered and touched her big tits, which were ever growing and becoming sore. "S...stop it! Please!"
 
He flicked up his hand, and a sudden light flared from his fingertips. Leigh's breasts immediately stopped growing, remaining at a very nice FF cup. Still, they were inordinately huge for her present clothes, which suited him just fine.

They were overflowing out of her top, her nipples apparently noticeable through the thin cloth. He wondered how she would handle the discomfort. The embarrassment when she realizes the only way to relieve the pain is to take it off, exposing them, would be lovely...

Just then a small bell rung off to his right, and he got up, walking to the wall section to reveal one of those small elevators that are used to transport food and supplies from floor to floor in mansions.

And a mansion they seemed to be in, with the wide glass windows behind Lem showing a grand expanse of fields and woods. They seemed to be up on a third floor above the ground.

Lem opened the small door and removed two plates of steaming meat and other foodstuffs. He remembered she hadn't eaten, and must be starving by now. He brought the plates to his desk, and laid them there, then sat again.

"I believe I asked you a question. What happened last time you disregarded my words? "
 
She was panting, sweating a little and leaning against the door frame as her breasts threatened to spill right out of the corset that had been designed to keep her thin for Lem.

She couldn't stand the torture, but she couldn't reach back and unlace the corset either. At very least she was glad the swelling had stopped.

She stared at him as he quizzed her once more, and she closed her eyes, 'You brought me... Here to... Breed me...' She tried to catch her breath. 'Why are you doing this? You sick fuck... Just do what you have to! And let me go!' She tried to pull the lace so she could be free of the strains on her massive tits.
 
He stood up, walking towards her with one of the food plates. As he reached her, his hand shot out, striking her square on the face, the force of the impact throwing her at the floor.

He said, calmly yet noticeably upset. "I have tried to treat you nicely, but if you insist on snapping at me like a dog, then like a dog I'll treat you."

He put the food plate on the couch she had been in, and went back to his desk, pulling from a drawer a length of rope. Then he stalked back towards her, tying the rope around her chest, circling her breasts tightly, as well as her waist and both her ankles, the other end to a metal post besides his desk. He then sat on the couch, the food besides him.
 
She knew she'd been completely out of order the moment he stood uip. A soft whimper rose in her throat and she voiced the word 'please' before he struck her.

Her head spun and she found her face planted against the floor, her body crumpled into an uncoordinated heap. She looked up once more as he spoke. She wasn't a dog, she thought, she struggled as much as she could as he introduced the ropes. She didn't stand a chance getting out of these, she thought.

She tugged on the ropes and cried out again, her big eyes set on his. She then quietened and sat still, remembering what happened to breeding slaves if they didn''t comply...
 
Lem was laughing inside, even if he showed a stern exterior. He was enjoying this, and her. Her breasts were tight to bursting with the rope, and that was really stimulating. He felt his member bulge tight against his pants, and it was time to do something about that.

"You say to get it over with as if this would be just a temporary thing, a bad medicine to swallow quickly and then disguise with candy." He stood up, walking towards her, and when he was close enough, he knelt before her. He began fondling her breasts, caressing his cock over the pants with his other hand. "But you will be here for a long time. I will breed like a cow, sticking this-" he undid his fly and pulled out a throbbing 6-inch cock from inside, "-everywhere I please for months. And once you're pregnant, I will still keep you, making sure my heir is fit and healthy, whole still entertaining me and some friends, perhaps. And if you do a good job, we might just go at it again..."
 
It was extremely uncomfortable. She imagined once the ropes had been released she would have red welts across these massive breasts of hers. They felt so weighty, she didn't know what to do. There wasn't much she could do.

When he fondelled her sore bulging breasts, she gave a moan of pain, as if wordlessly begging for them to be released. He'd gotten his cock out, and her eyes were drawn to it. She shifted on the spot, trying to look away from it.

She didn't want to swell with child, she didn't like being described as a cow, she wanted to go home. She wanted to go back to the farm, back to her father's open arms and her brothers smiley faces.

But that couldn't happen.

She began to cry, and shrieked, ''Get it away from me!''
 
He grabbed her head, hard, channeling a spark of magical power while he spoke to her, making his words insinuate themselves into her mind, into her body's desires. He forced her to look upon his cock, smooth round head and thick shaft.

"Your body doesn't know what pleasures it can receive. Don't you think it wants to know? Craves for more of what it but sampled in the bar?" He pushed the engorged head against her lips, already oozing with precum. "Regardless of what you want, your body wants this, wants to feel filled, wants to please and drink and be stuffed by a man..."

As he spoke, his words magically resonated with her body, raw instinct overriding logical thought. He just knelt before her, one hand on her head, the other beginning to explore her thighs and the slickness between them, as his magic worked it's way through her system.
 
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She was forced to stare at his hard, leaking cock, her lips moving in protest. They slowed and stopped as she felt an oh so familiar heat wash over her body. Heat rushed through her body like liquid fire in the veins. Her vision became blurry and she grabbed his legs as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips.

The taste of pre-cum made her eyes widen.

''I need it...'' She told him slowly, her breathing hitching as she felt something touch her slick sex. Her hips jerked wildly, and shelicked her lips for that taste of cum again.

''Please! Give it to me...'' she begged, licking her dry lips and staring at him like a feral animal. ''I need your seed... Please, give me your seed.'' It was hard to think, she didn't know what she was saying anymore. She felt as though she wasn't there, that this animalistic woman was in her place, begging to be bred.
 
He knelt down before her, his member hard and ready. His fingers plunged deep inside her, rubbing her upper inside as his thumb caressed her clit. He wanted her desperate, to desire him and his juice over anything else.

He released her head, and began fondling her tits. They were massive, and he could visualize his cock vanishing between their mass. He squeezed them tight, alternating between squeezing the whole globes of flesh and the nipples.

He saw the hunger in her eyes, and smiled. "I will breed you alright. You will be my little toy, taking my cum in at every hour of every day, everywhere. And once we confirm you are with child, we will begin the fun part, working on my heir, my child."

His member was stiff, awaiting her ministrations. "If you want my seed, all you have up do is take it. Bring it out."
 
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All she could think of was how deep his fingers went, how they curled and rubbed against her velvet darkness. How juices trickled down her thighs. How she felt a light sheen of sweat coat her body. How his stiff prick looked so good and would feel even better if that was lodged inside of her...

And how badly she wanted his seed...

She thrashed in pleasure, overwhelmed. Her tits spilled into his hands, and she leapt up at the opportunity to get his seed from him. She leaned closer and enclosed her mouth around the head, sucking hard as if she knew what to do.

She moaned and bobbed her head, her tongue lavishing the tip everytime she pulled back. Her eyes met his and locked onto them. She wanted him to see how much she needed this.

After a while, she begged, ''Please... Please give me your seed master...''
 
Lem groaned in ecstasy. Her desire was driving her, making her motions absolutely divine. He fondled her breasts hard, squeezing to what he knew must be painful extremes to test her drive, her lust.

He sat before her, slowly, teasing her by pulling his cock out of her mouth, but letting her follow if she so wished. He wanted to see her on all fours, see her juice dripping from her cunt, see her voluminous breasts dangling before him. Breasts had always been an instant turn-on for him, and it was gonna be hard to stay on purpose and spill himself inside her. Tits that big were just begging to be cummed over.

But first things first.

He looked at her, his eyes promising untold pleasures. "Why don't you climb on? If you want my seed, you can pull it out and straight into you. Want that?"
 
Everytime he pulled out of her mouth, she gave a whimper of need, moving back to wrap her soft lips around his head. She kept shuffling forwards to keep up with the teasing movements.

''Yes master.'' She gasped, pushing them both over and climbing onto him whilst he was sat, her eyes hazed with lust. She spread her legs in front of him and positioned his cock over her dripping cunt. She had no idea what it would feel like, though she was told it hurt.

She didn't care. She wanted the seed now.

She slowly lowered herself down, wincing in pain, her big tits shoved right in his face for him to play with. With a soft whimper of pain, she kept going, tears streaming down her face as she moaned softly, ''I need it... I need it...''
 
He groaned deeply as she lowered herself. She was slick, yet so tight as to produce a very nice friction against his skin. Her breasts almost hit his face as she lowered herself, yet he welcomed them gladly, with an open mouth. He sucked on her tits hard, fiercely, his hands busy fondling her entire body.

After some minutes like this, loving her body's reactions, he pushed against her, lifting her and pinning her against the floor with his body, her legs wide around his waist, his member impaling her repeatedly with the force of his whole body behind it.

Her body was definitely in control now, overriding her mind with raw lust. He held her hips, thrusting into her, yet he began to weave a spell, Inscribing it onto her flesh. It was a more permanent version of the lust spell that was presently driving her, yet this one was more physical. Gentler, yet constant. It would affect only her body and leave her mind to puzzle the conflicting messages from her body and mind.

The magical energy seared into her flesh, forming primal lines and designs resembling tattoos. Their appearance felt like melted wax, unbearably hot for just an instant, then cooling. The designs remained around her waist and thighs, prominent against her skin.

He wondered how the magical energy felt to her, if she would react to pain like some did. That would be an explosive orgasm, mixing the pain of her first penetration, the pleasure of her body's incessant pushing, and the new tattoos, with their magic.
 
She felt more than satisfied, her body stretching around his cock. She knew it would hurt her after it was done, but she didn't care. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead and as she moved slightly. The sucking of her tits felt near on painful, her eyes widening with the fierceness of it.

All of a sudden, her back hit the floor of his study and her legs spread for him as he'd flipped them around. That's when he began to fuck her properly. Her mind began to remind her what was happening, though her body was screaming with delight of having a hard cock fucking her like never before. It was an inner conflict that near on drove her insane, as she was unable to mouth the word 'stop' as her lips wouldn't let her.

She felt a searing pain as marks began to appear on her body, her lips parting for a long gutteral groan of pain. Her body reacted as though it felt good, and she saw stars for a moment as an overwhelming orgasm rippled through her. She shrieked and jerked her hips, riding the orgasm out as juices coated his cock, making her very slick and wet. She then fell back onto the floor and panted heavily.
 
As her orgasm swept over her, he felt it in her body's vibrations and the way her cunt squeezed his member, milking it for everything it had. Bringing him to his own orgasm.

He lifted her legs, spreading her apart and ramming into her with his cock. A low moan came from his throat, growing as his intensity and strength increased, culminating in an animal howl as he spent himself inside her, his seed gushing inside her.

He kept impaling her until he was spent, sitting on the floor with his member still inside her. He began to massage her tits, his magic slowly reducing their massive flesh back to their normal size. The process was probably painful, but after her reaction to the pain from the tattoos he was curious.

She was shaping up to be better than he imagined.

He leaned onto her, his cock sliding in again around the mess of cum around her pussy, continuing to massage her breasts. "How do you feel?"
 
Leigh screamed as her breasts reduced, the feeling burning through her chest and she clenched her eyes shut.

The feeling of him releasing inside her... She knew at that moment that it wouldn't be the same, that she had been made his now. That she would swell with his child and carry it, a constant reminder of whom she belonged to.

How did she feel? Exhausted. She looked blankly at him and gave a soft noise of despair, before flopping back onto the floor. She didn't care that his hands groped her breasts, or that she was leaking both their juices onto his floor. She just didn't care.

She looked at the ceiling and waited for the floor to swallow her up instead.

After a few minutes, she responded, ''You did what you wanted to.''
 
"Don't forget you wanted it too. Begged for it, even." He smiled, getting up. His cock slid out of her sloppily, his cum flowing out from her cunt. He walked over to the couch, getting the plate of food, and sitting at his chair on the desk. He put the plate next to her.

"Just because you're here for my wishes doesn't mean you need to have a miserable time. So long as you give me what I want, you and... our child will never want for anything. So go ahead and eat. Besides, we can't guarantee my sperm took hold already, so you're gonna have a very hard initial week. You will want to keep your strength up..."
 
Yes, she had begged for it. Her whole body had controlled her mind and she hadn't been able to deny what she physically needed.

The food looked delicious. The fumes of it made her stomach clench. She couldn't deny she needed it. Her eyes drifted to Lem, and she thought of how something would be growing inside her because of him, how she'd been bred like an animal and would continue to be too.

She was completely his now.

Picking up the food, she spooned a forkful into her mouth and was reminded of how hungry she was. Immediately, as if a switch had beeen flicked on, she wolfishly downed the food until her small stomach was bursting.

And she didn't look at Lem.
 
He picked a little food to bite on from her plate once she was done. He needed her to like him, despite the abuse. The last stages of the pregnancy were delicate, and he couldn't risk coercing her with magic at that stage for fear of their child. He didn't know what effects it would have on him at such a young age...

So he needed to insinuate himself into her good graces, maybe even turning all this into some twisted kind of love. From here on out, though, he couldn't keep manipulating her magically.

Guess we'll stick to physical and psychological manipulations then.

Still, it didn't have to be all stick. If she would only cooperate, he would give her everything she needed, and if everything went well, he could take care of her for a very long time.

So long as she was useful, anyways.

He kept looking at her, but she was incommunicative. There wasn't much he could do to force it, and even if there was, forcing it wouldn't help. He just had to hope she'd call him if she needed something, to allow him to prove his side of the bargain.

"Come on." He stood up, walking to the door. "I think a bed would do you some good." He picked a bag near the door, stuffed with fancy clothes, clothes of his station, and gave it to her gently. "Some nice clothes would help as well."
 
She spent the rest of the time waiting for the plate to be removed and the offer of a bed thinking about how to escape. She wondered if a magician would know if she had left his premises. Lickking her lips free of food, Leigh finally looked up and met Lem's eyes, averting quickly after she did.

She wondered what happened to the lizard girl...

She took the bag and held it, looking down into it and seeing some of the richest fabrics that, in any other situation, she would have died over. She looked miserable then, gripping the bag and feeling homesick as she walked with him to the bed. When she arrived, she sat down with a gloomy expression and still refused to meet his eyes.

She didn't want to sleep. She wanted out.
 
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