Chapter 2

“Don’t worry baby that was just the introduction to your new life as a breeding machine, now comes the next part as we switch positions and I let you do most of the work”, he said as he slid out of her, stretching her open with his massive cock and leaving her feeling empty and used, as he made his way to her bed he lay down gesturing for her to follow and straddle him.

Her legs trembled as she tried to stand, her body still weak from the intense ordeal. Eric watched her with a mix of amusement and hunger, his cock already beginning to harden again as he thought of the next act in their twisted play. “C’mon baby, your new daddy’s hungry”, he purred, patting the bed invitingly.

With a sob, Veronica stumbled over to the bed, her legs barely supporting her. She could feel the sticky mess of their combined fluids leak between her thighs, a constant reminder of her new, horrifying reality. Her knees hit the mattress softly as she looked down at him, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Please, Eric,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you like me to share a secret with you? One that might help you through this?” he said with a sadistic smirk, watching her desperation grow as he spoke. Veronica’s eyes searched his, looking for any shred of humanity, any hint of mercy. But all she found was a cold, calculating gaze that sent shivers down her spine. “The drug I fed you, will wipe your memory of the events taking place over the course of the evening, you’ll feel sore of course, but you won’t know why, so that at least I have spared you”, he said, his voice laced with a twisted kindness.

“But what about the pregnancy? Is that real?” she almost stuttered. He answered coolly “If I did my job right ... then yes”, he said cruelly, “but even if you don’t remember, your body will”. He watched her try to process this new horror, her mind racing as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him. “Don’t worry, your juicy body is made for this”, he said as he slapped both hands eagerly over her fat ass cheeks and hungrily began to knead them. “Now start moving, I have a family to grow”, he said with a jagged smile.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Veronica could do nothing but obey, the drug still a heavy weight in her veins urged her on. She lowered herself onto Eric’s erect cock, feeling it fill her once more, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, the pain mixing with the lingering pleasure from her forced orgasms. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he watched her with a gleam in his eyes.

“That’s it baby, show me what that body can do”, he almost moaned as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her thick thighs spread wide as she took his cock deeper and deeper. His eyes never left hers, the sadistic gleam in them never fading as he watched her fight against his desires.

“It’s so deep”, Veronica said, unable to help herself, as Eric smiled and said “all the better to breed you with my dear”, in a deep wolfish voice parodying the wolf from the Little Red Riding Hood story, with a dark twist.

Her movements grew more erratic as she tried to find some semblance of control in this nightmare. She knew that each thrust brought them closer to the reality of a pregnancy, but she couldn’t stop her body from responding to his commands. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her was almost maddening, her walls clenching around him as if trying to expel him and yet also inviting him deeper with their natural resistance.

He lowered her towards him, his lips finding one of her large nipples hungrily as he sucked and lapped at it like an oversized infant. His grandmothers reaction was one of disgust and pure revulsion, her body was not her own, and she hated every sensation that shot through her from his vile touch. Her stomach turned as she felt him grow harder inside her, his tongue flicking against her sensitive peak. It was a sick parody of affection that made her skin crawl, but her body reacted as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Now, gran, I want you to return to our previous roleplay, incest is normal, even encouraged by society and things like pregnancy as a result are not a problem worth doting on. We’ve just had sex and now were having more to celebrate the intimacy of our bond between grandmother and grandson”, he instructed her with a sadistic smirk, watching her disgust and fear grow with every word. Like a switch being pushed, her expression, even her body language changed as she leaned into the role, her eyes glazed over as she began to moan and move her hips more erotically, her voice slipped into a higher pitch as she played her part.

“I can’t believe it took us this long to realize how good this was for our relationship”, Veronica said, her voice filled with natural love as if a sudden revelation of the senses had been bestowed upon her. Eric’s smirk grew wider as he watched the transformation, his cock pulsing inside her with every audible bounce of her generous ass.

“I’m so glad you agree grandma”, he said as he leaned her body down until they were flush, kissing her earnestly like a lover, his hands still massaging her plump ass, his cock still deeply embedded inside her, his mouth devouring hers like a starving animal. Veronica felt the bile rise in her throat, the thought of this monster inside her, claiming her as his own, filling her with a rage that was immediately smothered by the drug’s seductive embrace.

“How many children do you wanna’ have with me grandma?”, he asked innocently as if they were discussing a family vacation, stroking her back gently as she sat on his cock, her walls pulsing around him with each heartbeat. Veronica felt a wave of nausea wash over her, the reality of his words hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“Five, maybe six”, she replied, her voice distant and robotic, the drug’s power over her mind and body was absolute. “We’ll have to start planning the nursery soon,” she added, playing along with his twisted fantasy. Eric’s eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of her swollen belly, her breasts heavy with milk, her body a testament to his depravity.

“I was thinking maybe more, maybe twenty, as many as you could make”, he said with the same excitement as a small child picking his favourite candies in his local grocery store.

Veronica’s heart sank at the thought, her mind reeling from the horror of it all. She felt like a ragdoll, being played with by a sadistic child. Her body continued to move on its own accord, sliding up and down his shaft with a sickening ease that made her want to retch. Yet she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t find the strength to fight the drug’s power.

“Twenty, Eric?” she managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper. “That’s a lot of babies.”

“Yeah and in fifteen years if your still alive they’ll all be able to share your and my mother’s bodies in a mutual gangbang, it’ll be perfect”, he said with such glee that it was infectious, and she found herself smiling despite the horror of the situation. It was like watching a horror movie that she was somehow in the middle of, a macabre dance of lust and control that had no end in sight. “And it all starts with you”, he said encouragingly.

Veronica felt a twisted sense of pride in his words, the drug twisting her thoughts into a perverse cocktail of pleasure and despair. Her hips rolled and her pussy clenched around him as she thought of the future he painted, a future filled with babies that were both a curse and a strange kind of reward.

“Don’t worry about sharing, I’ll be able to make it so you can still get pregnant and your new children will help create your new grandchildren once they impregnate you, it’ll be a hit, you’ll be a grandmother and mother all at once”, he said with a maniacal grin, the thought of his offspring using her body as a breeding ground making him even harder. Veronica’s mind was a whirlwind of horror and submission, the very thought of her grandchildren committing such acts with her making her stomach churn, yet she found herself nodding along with his plan, a twisted sense of acceptance and anticipation seeping into her very being.

He leaned her sagging breast into his mouth, sucking and biting at the nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Veronica’s eyes rolled back, a silent cry escaping her as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. The pleasure was overwhelming, a dark symphony of pain and desire that her body had no choice but to succumb to. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her walls tightening as if trying to milk him dry.

He began to speed up, her body jolting lightly with every thrust, as he claimed her with every inch of his swollen manhood.

“Your pussy is so tight, so warm, it’s like it was made for me,” Eric groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’re going to make such a good mommy for my babies.”

Veronica couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, “Thank you, Eric,” she murmured, her voice shaky. The drug had her so entranced; she couldn’t differentiate between the love and fear she felt for him anymore.

The wet snap of her asscheeks against his thighs grew louder as Veronica’s pace increased, her movements becoming more desperate. Eric’s hands roamed her body, feeling every curve and contour, claiming her as his own. He sank his face into her cleavage, his thirst for her body neverending. The room was filled with the sounds of their depraved union: the slap of flesh, the suckling of her nipples, and their muffled moans.

Her orgasm grew closer, a crescendo of pleasure and pain that she couldn’t escape. Eric felt her body tighten around him, her muscles contracting in a delicious embrace. He knew she was close, her breathing becoming erratic and her eyes glazed over with the intensity of her climax. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much he loved her, how much he wanted to fill her with his seed.

“I love you Eric”, she almost screamed, as she bounced off his body wildly, her mind shrieking out in horror at her own words. Eric’s grin grew wider; the power of his control over her was almost as intoxicating as the act itself. He knew he had won, her body was his to use and abuse as he saw fit. “I love you too grandma, were practically husband and wife now”, he said with a vicious grin.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around his cock. Eric felt the warm embrace of her pussy contracting around him, her juices spilling out of her, coating his cock and balls in a sticky mess. He revelled in the feeling of her body responding to his, his power over her absolute.

He kept hammering into her, even as she collapsed into him “say you’ll be my loving wife grandma, say you love me that much”, he whispered in her ear as she leaned into him, her body still jiggling wildly from his thrusts as he chased his own release.

Her breathing was ragged, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But the drug was too strong, the reality of the situation too much to bear. “I love you Eric,” she gasped, her voice strained with both passion and despair. “I’ll be your loving wife, forever”, she said even as her mind rejected the very words she spoke.

“Good”, he said simply sealing it with a kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips to claim her mouth once again. Eric felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening with the promise of a powerful release. “You’re going to be the best wife a man could ask for,” he murmured against her skin, his hands tightening on her ass as he thrust upwards, as he drove himself deeper into her welcoming warmth.

Veronica’s eyes fluttered shut as she tried to block out the reality of her situation, the drug’s influence making it difficult to think clearly. Her body was a battleground of pleasure and pain, a war zone where Eric was the victor. Each time he moved within her, she felt a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like love mixed with the overwhelming fear.

“Now, I want you to revert from the roleplay, grandmother I want you to react as you normally would to this situation as lucidly as you can, but be unable to resist me”, he commanded.

The shift was sudden and jarring. Veronica’s eyes snapped open, the horror of what was happening crashing back down on her with the full weight of reality. She looked down at Eric, his eyes still glazed with lust, and she felt a surge of disgust and anger. Her movements grew erratic; her body trying to resist the drug’s power, but his cock remained lodged deep within her, refusing to let her escape.

“There you are babe, I thought I’d let you out for a breather of sorts”, he smiled sadistically as her mind returned to her own. The horror of what she had just done, what she had allowed herself to become, washed over her like a tidal wave. “Now, tell me how you really feel and leave nothing out my dear”, he purred, as he continued to thrust into her unresisting body, his strokes prolonged and deep, wanting to maximize her emotional pain aswell as deliver the maximum pleasure he could to her physically.

“No, Eric, please no, this isn’t right!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. The agony in her voice was palpable, each word a dagger to Eric’s ears. But his cock didn’t care about her pain, it only cared about the sweet embrace of her pussy, her protests were just the sweet sound of victory to him. “Keep going”, he purred, his strokes becoming more forceful.

Her eyes were filled with tears, her body trembling with the effort of staying upright. But she couldn’t resist, the drug had her in its grip, turning her into a living sex doll for Eric’s twisted desires. She felt his hands grip her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her with renewed vigour. “I hate you,” she spat, her voice thick with anger and despair.

His kissed her then and there, her comment fuelling his lust, his need to devour her as his tongue snaked into her mouth. He loved the taste of her despair; it was like the sweetest nectar. He could feel his cock swell even more inside her, her warm wetness coating him with each movement. He prolonged the kiss, loving how she squirmed, as he tasted her tongue, as he lapped at it inside her mouth, a symbolic gesture of how he was claiming her, inside and out.

“More, darling, give me more, tell me everything!” he almost pleaded, hungry for more of her despair. Veronica felt a tear slip down her cheek, her body still moving against his will. “I hate this, I hate you, I hate what you’ve made me do!” she choked out, her voice a mix of anger and sadness.

The room was a whirlwind of emotions, their bodies moving in a dance of degradation that seemed to have no end. Eric’s strokes grew more urgent, his hips bucking up to meet hers as he drove deeper inside her. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through her, despite the horror of the situation. She hated herself for it, for the way her body was responding to him. “Keep going”, he said, lost in her shivering curves as he sank his face wholly into her large breast, suckling on her nipple with the greed of a starving man.

The room was filled with the scent of their forced passion, a cloying aroma that seemed to cling to every surface. Veronica’s heart felt as though it was being torn in two, her mind a battleground of fear and disgust, her body a treacherous accomplice to Eric’s sick fantasy. “Your not my grandson, your just what he’s become, my grandson died the second you emerged to do this to me, to your family, you might aswell be a stranger for all that you’ve done and plan to do to me and I disown you”, she said her voice choked with tears, as he thrust for the final time, her final comment the trigger for his release.

With a roar, Eric came inside her, filling her womb with his seed. The sensation of his hot cum spurting into her was almost too much to bear, a visceral reminder of the horror she was trapped in. Her own body spasmed around him, a final unwanted orgasm ripping through her as he filled her to the brim, stretching the walls of her uterus taut, as they visibly bulged outwards, to her own horror.

“I love you grandma”, he said as he kissed her once more, his cock still pulsing inside her, fresh, hot semen coating the walls of her insides. Veronica felt like she was going to be sick, the love and lust in his voice mixing with the hatred and anger in her own heart. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her forced climax, her mind racing with the implications of what he had done to her.

“Here, let me make you more comfortable”, he said softly, positioning her carefully so she was straddling his face. Her pussy hovered just above his mouth, the smell of their mingled fluids making him salivate. He licked his lips in anticipation, “grandma, revert to our roleplay and compliment me on how I’ve helped liberate you sexually through this intimate act of love that has brought as closer”, he instructed he with a twisted sense of affection. As the switch went off in her head her personality became that of the affectionate grandmother he’d always known, yet subtly at ease with what they were doing as she spoke “Oh Eric, my sweet grandson, you’ve been such a lovely guide in this newfound sexual freedom, I feel so alive, so full of love and pleasure.”

“I’m glad, now tell me what you enjoyed best as I eat you out”, he said mischievously, his lips parting to accept her still pulsing pussy into his warm, wet mouth. Veronica felt his tongue dance around her swollen clit, and she gasped as the sensations from his tongue and the drug collided within her. Her body was a traitor, responding to his touch with an intensity that scared her, her walls tightening around his face as if trying to keep him there forever.

“Your tongue is heavenly,” she whispered, her voice filled with the sweetness of the drug’s lie. Eric’s tongue swirled and dipped into her, his nose buried in her pubic hair as he inhaled her scent. He groaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. It was a sound that should have been reserved for the most intimate of moments between cherished partners, but here it was, used to manipulate and degrade her.

“Your penis felt so good inside me,” Veronica murmured, her voice a mix of the drug’s influence and the horror of the truth she couldn’t escape. The words were like acid on her tongue, but she knew they were what he wanted to hear. Eric’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued to lick and suck at her, his hands caressing her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as if trying to anchor himself to her.

“You’ve ruined me for other men, I don’t think there’s anyone who would appreciate me anymore as more than just a grandmother, you’ve proven that the right partner can help me express my own sexual appetites and revive my role as a sexual being”, she said. Although the words weren’t her own they did strike a chord within Veronica, the drug was good at making her feel like a cherished and desired woman again. She leaned back on her arms, allowing him full access as he lapped at her pussy with a fervour that was disturbing to say the least.