Chapter 12

Josephine Bennett Ainslie-Berk was born on the three hundred eighteenth day of our captivity inside the facility. Weighing six pounds eleven and a half ounces, she arrived a little earlier than expected, but only by a week. Stephanie guided her own delivery, with assistance from the Sextet, all of whom worked around swollen bellies of their own.

Along with the seven adult women, thirteen of the teenage girls were also pregnant with my children. Bella, Gretchen, and Berit of the Betties; Emma, Heidi, Morgan, Payton, Adele, Savannah, and MacKenna of the Veronicas; and Riley, Lolly, and Katie Z of the Tweens. We still waited on a lab test to confirm that Meghan Christman of the Betties was also pregnant.

“She’s beautiful,” I said in an awestruck voice as I held Josie in the postpartum room for the first time, while Stephanie and the Sextet looked on. I caressed her sleepy, wrinkled face with my fingertip. “Hey there, baby girl, I’m your daddy.”

“Please don’t say that to her,” Stephanie begged in a weary voice, her face sagging with exhaustion after a fourteen-hour delivery.

I gave her a quizzical look. “Why not?”

“Because, you’ve used that line in bed way too many times with the other girls.”

I sighed. “Fine.” I looked down at my infant daughter and deepened my voice to James Earl Jonesian levels, making deep, cybernetic breathing noises before saying, “I am your father.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, I married a nerd.”

“And she loves it,” I confided to Josie, bopping her tiny little nose with my finger.

“Mm-hm,” Stephanie murmured as Kristen stepped forward to probe her legs and feet.

“How are you feeling, Dr. Ainslie? Still numb from the epidural?”

“A little, but my vag is starting to kill me. Prepare a formulation of five milligrams hydrocodone with three hundred twenty-five milligrams of acetaminophen, would you? Thanks.”

Kristen looked at me with a worried expression. “Do you think that’s wise?”

Stephanie’s face clouded. “Why the fuck are you asking him? Is he a physician?”

“No, but-”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Stephanie snapped, her voice unexpectedly forceful and commanding. Kristen slowly turned her head. “I’m the doctor, you’re the nurse. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Understand?”

Everyone in the postpartum room quieted. Kristen took a deep breath through her nostrils.

“I just wanted to make sure-”

Stephanie pushed herself upright in the bed. “I didn’t ask you to explain yourself. I asked if you fucking understand?”

With a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, Kristen muttered, “I understand.”

That wasn’t good enough for Stephanie. “I understand, Doctor.”

Kristen glanced at me and I nodded. She sighed. “I understand, Doctor.”

“Good. Now, go do what you’re told.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

When Kristen disappeared to prepare the pain killer, Stephanie held out her arms to me. “I’ll take her,” she said. “I need to feed her.”

When Josie’s lips contacted the warmth of Stephanie’s large, swollen nipple, the infant instinctively drew it into her mouth and began to suckle. Stephanie smiled.

“I’m going to stay here for a couple days,” she said.

“Is everything alright?”

“I just spent half a day pushing a baby the size of a two-liter soda bottle out of my pussy. I need to rest.”

I held up my hands. “Alright, I was just asking.”

She relaxed a little and bobbed her head. “I know, Jamie. I’m just exhausted.” She watched the baby nurse for a while before asking, “What are you going to do while I’m gone?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s going to be our first time apart in over nine months. Who’s going to spend the night with you in our bed? Aurora?”

“I haven’t really thought about it,” I admitted, picking up on the unease in her voice. “What do you think?”

She didn’t answer for a long while, her attention focused on the nursing child. When she finally looked at me, I was surprised to see that her eyes were glassy.

“Do you still love me?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you.”

A tear broke free and slid down her cheek, followed quickly by others, until they ran in streams. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? You’re my wife, Stephanie. The mother of our daughter. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“But I’m so fat and gross now,” she moaned. “And I can’t have sex with you, and I won’t even be there, and you have all those pretty young girls to choose from, and...”

Her words trailed off, swallowed by a pitiful sob. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and held her in my arms, kissing the top of her head. She’d certainly put on a lot of weight during the pregnancy, expanding her already abundant curves to outrageous, outsized proportions, but she was every bit as sexy to me as the day we first met.

“Hey now, come on. You’re beautiful.”

“No, I’m not,” she whined, crying into my chest.

“Yes you are. You’re everything I could ever want.”

Kristen returned with the painkiller and set it down near the bed. “Would you like me to take her?” she asked of Josie, but Stephanie didn’t respond.

“Give us a moment, will you?” I asked.

“As you wish, Commander.”

The six pregnant, perinatal nurses took their leave. When they’d gone, I turned Stephanie’s reddened face to mine and kissed her.

“You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Now, more than ever.”

That only made her cry harder. “You’re just saying that,” she said between sobs.

“It’s true,” I assured her. “And I don’t want you to worry about those girls, okay? You’ll always be first, no matter what. You’re my queen. The love of my life.”

She lifted her red eyes to mine. “Really?”

“Really. And don’t forget, you’re not just my queen, you’re their queen too. They all bow to you.”

I caressed her cheek and kissed her again, and she nuzzled into my neck.

“I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too, Stephanie.”

Emma leaned forward on the mattress with her arms outstretched, gripping the sheets, while I plowed her ass from behind. Heidi and Aurora kneeled on either side of her, each holding onto her butt cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s it. You love it when daddy fucks your tight little ass, don’t you, baby?” I asked her between panting breaths.

Emma grunted with every thrust. “Ungh, ungh, ungh, oh god, ungh, ungh, yes, daddy!”

I pulled out and angled my cock toward Heidi’s face. The busty young blonde bent to suck it with lusty fervor while I made out with Aurora and groped her big, round ass. The three young girls had kept me busy all day and night, and well into the wee hours of the morning. My first without Stephanie in a very long time.

At twenty and eighteen weeks pregnant respectively, Emma and Heidi had turned into a couple of horny little nymphomaniacs, pestering me for sex every day, but I’d had precious little time for them since knocking them up. A fact which Emma and Heidi, both of them now my wives, never failed to remind me about. A failure to perform my husbandly duties, they accused.

It couldn’t be helped. The pressure I felt to impregnate all the girls in the facility was enormous. Including Aurora, eight of them were still not pregnant yet, and at the glacial pace I was going, it would take another fifteen or sixteen weeks of non-stop fucking to get the job done.

Exacerbating the problem was that I’d gradually slipped into a rut. As Stephanie’s pregnancy progressed and her weight crept up, she grew increasingly insecure, demanding more and more of my time and attention. She needed constant reassurance that I still loved her and found her sexy, which I did. At the same time, however, sex with her became increasingly vanilla. She was less adventurous and less willing to experiment. Early in our marriage, she tolerated my daddy-daughter roleplay with the girls but, over time, she began to kink shame me for it. She said it grossed her out and made her feel uncomfortable, so I stopped. For her.

With her temporarily out of the picture, I was free to resume my incestuous fantasy of fucking my horny, teenage daughters, and I’d forgotten how much that turned me on. Emma, of course, was all too happy to oblige. She got off on it nearly as much as I did.

“Put it back in there, daddy. Fuck my ass,” she hissed.

Heidi guided me in and I pushed forward to plow my little girl’s rectum.

“Why don’t you girls get down there next to your sister. Daddy wants to fuck all your little asses.”

“Yes, daddy,” they said in unison, and both turned around and bent over.

I moved from one to the next, sodomizing my three lovely daughters in slow succession, reveling in the way their tight, teenage assholes, slippery with lubricant, gripped and milked my cock. Pure bliss. Absolute joy. Never before had I indulge myself in this way.

I thought briefly about waking Autumn to join us, perhaps to play the role of the youthful, slutty Aunt. One more tight asshole to add to the mix. But I thought better of it. Kristen would kill me if she knew I was still awake instead of sleeping on her schedule. She ran a tight ship.

Heidi rolled onto her back and reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips while I buttfucked her sister, Aurora.

“Fuck my pussy daddy,” she whined. “Please, daddy.”

The little girl voice she used raised gooseflesh on my arms. My cock instantly vacated Aurora’s ass and slid right into her tight, velvety cunt. Heidi let out a long, contented moan.

“Ohh, daddy,” she breathed, biting the tip of her finger. “That feels sooo good. Fuck me, daddy. Mm! Fuck my little pussy.”

Dear god.

Over the past year, the girls had soaked up everything the Sextet had to teach them about sex and seduction. They knew all my fetishes, arousers, and triggers. They knew how to forestall my orgasm, drawing it out over countless hours, and they also knew how to bring me to a swift climax. Whatever the situation warranted. That night, I asked them to get me off as often and as quickly as possible. I wanted to fill Aurora’s womb with as much of my babymaking juice as I could produce.

As usual, Heidi directed me to go back and forth between her ass and her pussy. One or two strokes in each hole before switching, her ecstatic expressions and throaty vocalizations urging me on. Then Emma rolled over and pulled one of her legs back, reaching down to slide a couple fingers into her glistening butthole.

“It’s my turn, daddy. Please, please, please fuck my ass.”

“Sure, baby. Move your fingers.”

“No, daddy. I want all of it in there at the same time.”

Such an incredibly tight fit, but I somehow managed to force my way in and glided alongside her fingers.

“How’s that feel, baby? Too tight?”

“So tight, daddy, but it feels so good. Now, fuck me, daddy. Faster!”

I barely lasted a minute. “Oh fuck. Get ready, honey,” I said to Aurora. “Daddy’s going to cum soon.”

Aurora flipped onto her back and spread her pussy lips, then licked her fingertip and massaged her clit.

“I’m ready for your cum, daddy. I want it. Fuck my pussy. Fill me up, daddy.”

I almost didn’t make it to her in time. Just as I pulled out of Emma’s ass and began to glide into Aurora’s tight cunt, I erupted. Moving quickly, I slid all the way inside of her and unloaded everything I had to give.

“Oh fuck! Oh god, baby! Holy shit!”

Aurora wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked her feet behind my back to hold me inside of her. She bit her bottom lip and ground her pussy against me.

“Mm, daddy. Good job!”

I kissed her and then collapsed on top of her. Emma popped up and gave my bare ass a hearty slap.

“Nice work, dad,” she said with a giggle.

“Gee, thanks, sweetie,” I snarked back. “That felt pretty fast. Was that fast?”

“Less than ten minutes, I think,” Heidi said.

“Wow, you girls are amazing,” I said, playing with Aurora’s big tits. I took one of her dark nipples into my mouth to suckle.

“Thank you, daddy,” Aurora said in a sweet voice, running her fingers through my hair.

She’d developed a serious daddy fetish, and carried on with it even outside the bedroom. I once asked Aurora to marry me, but she declined, saying that it would be inappropriate for a daddy to marry his little girl. After some thought, I asked her if she wanted me to adopt her instead, and she enthusiastically agreed. So, technically speaking, Aurora was my eldest daughter. Stephanie wasn’t pleased when I told her and refused to acknowledge herself as Aurora’s mother.

Emma flopped onto the bed next to us and propped her head on her hand, casually rubbing her baby bump. “Wanna go again, hubby?”

“Jesus, Emm, I’m pretty tired,” I said. “It’s already been a record day, I think. I must have cum eighteen or nineteen times already.”

“Twenty-one,” she corrected, and my eyes popped open.

“Twenty-one? Holy shit! Are you sure?”

“Mm-hm,” she said with a nod and a wicked smile. “I’ve been keeping track.”

Just hearing that, I felt a sudden and crushing fatigue descend upon me. “How about we sleep a little?”

“I don’t need sleep.”

“Me neither,” Heidi said, stretching out on my other side.

I looked down at Aurora. “What about you, baby girl? Aren’t you tired yet?”

She flashed me a dimpled smile and shook her head.

Emma sat up and slapped my ass several times, saying, “Roll over, daddy. We’re going to suck you back to life.”

“Ooh!” Heidi said, coming upright in a hurry, her bright eyes wide with excitement. “I call dibs on his face!”

The girls quickly pinned me to the mattress, with Heidi grinding her furry little muff against my mouth while the three of them took turns sucking my cock. Even though I felt tired, and knew Kristen would raise hell about it in the morning, their tireless desire for sex and deviant inventiveness spurred me onward. Emma pushed my legs back to get at my balls, licking and sucking on them while Aurora worked her soft, sensual lips over my aching rod.

“Are you having fun, daddy?” Emma asked while she gripped my shaft and lapped at my nuts, but I could only murmur an affirmative response. “We could do this all the time, you know? Every day.”

I pushed Heidi forward a little so I could answer. “Do what?”

“Fuck you like this. We know all the dirty little things you love. Would you like that?”

Would I like that? No, I’d fucking love it! Emma drew one of my testes into her mouth and moaned loudly, stimulating me with the vibration.

“We should move in here with you,” Emma casually suggested. “There’s so much room in this bed.”

I stiffened. “Here?”

“Mm-hmm. That way, you could fuck our tight little asses anytime you want.”

Holy hell. “Well, uh ... what about Stephanie?”

“What about her?”

Stephanie’s face twisted into a mask of horror and fear. “What do you mean, they’re moving in?” she asked when I told her about it later that day.

“Emma and Heidi are my wives too, you know,” I said lamely. “And Aurora’s our daughter. They have just as much right-”

“Oh my god.” Stephanie gasped, clutching Josie to her breast. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. “Oh my god, it’s finally happening. You’re replacing me, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about? No one’s getting replaced.”

“Bullshit, Jamie! This is how it starts. First they move in, then I get pushed out!” She shook her head wildly, tears flooding her eyes. “I knew it,” she cried. “I just fucking knew it.” I went to her to console her, but she snarled at me and bared her teeth. “Get away from me!”

“Stephanie...”

“Get out!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, startling Josie. The baby howled with fear. “Get the fuck out, you perverted bastard!”

Because of their personnel profiles, I knew tons of little details about the others in the facility, including where they were born and when. It was Bella’s fifteenth birthday. As with the others, I’d had very little free time to spend with her after she became pregnant twenty-five weeks ago, and I wanted to remind her of just how special she was to me and how much I loved her.

Though she was friendly with most of the girls in the facility, Bella was a very private and introspective person. Unlike Emma and the other Veronicas, she hated being the center of attention. For that reason, I decided to surprise her with a special day, just for her.

I rose before dawn and baked her brownies, then went to the facility’s workshop to collect her gift. A small, heart-shaped pendant I’d fabricated out of thin steel cable and scrap metal. On the back, I engraved our initials and the date we were married. I even made her a card with a hand-drawn image. A silhouette of the two of us, sitting together in the garden under a sea of stars. I wrapped everything in a cloth bag and carried it to her room.

“Knock, knock,” I said softly as I pushed open the door and stopped cold.

Bella was bent over on her knees, face down on the mattress, moaning loudly, while Gretchen kneeled behind her with her hands on Bella’s butt cheeks and her face buried in her ass. Both their heads came up at the same time.

“Jamie!” Bella gasped, pushing herself upright. Her bulging belly overhung the tops of her tan thighs and her small, swollen breasts rested atop that. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing?” I snapped back, but it wasn’t anger that lifted my voice. Just surprise.

Bella looked back over her shoulder at Gretchen, who was only a couple weeks behind in her own pregnancy. “We were, uh...”

“Fucking?” I asked rhetorically. “No, I can see that.” I looked at Gretchen. “How long has this been going on?”

Gretchen put her arms around Bella in a possessive manner, one hand resting on her belly, the other cupping one of her swollen breasts. She lifted her chin in defiance.