Chapter 15: The Breeding Video (The Reckoning)

Sara caught Mr. Chen in the hallway. Paige was still in the shower upstairs.

“We need to talk about tonight.”

He stopped. Looked at her.

“Marcus has seen the first two videos. Tyler exists now. But Marcus also knows what real claiming looks like — he’s done it to seven girls. Filmed it. Used it.” Sara’s voice was clinical. “If this looks like gentle lovemaking, he won’t buy it. He needs to see dominance. Ownership. Real breeding.”

Mr. Chen’s jaw tightened. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”

“Match what Marcus does to those girls. Outperform it.” Sara pulled up her phone. Showed him a still from one of Marcus’s videos — a girl’s face, tear-stained, overwhelmed. “This is what Marcus recognizes as conquest. This is what makes him back off.”

She swiped to another image. The aftermath. “And this is what proves you’re serious about breeding her.”

Mr. Chen stared at the screen.

“Your size is an advantage. You’re thick — thicker than Marcus. Use that. When you bottom out in her, hold it there. Let the camera see her reaction. When you pull out, do it slowly — all the way — so we can see her gaping. Corkscrew when you’re deep. Make her feel every inch.”

She looked at him. “The sounds matter. Skin on skin. Her pussy — wet sounds, impact sounds. If you’re hitting her cervix, the camera needs to hear it. If she’s struggling to take you, we need to see that struggle.”

“You want me to hurt her.”

“I want you to challenge her. Push her limits. There’s a difference.” Sara paused. “Paige might protest. She’ll probably say ‘stop’ or ‘please’ or ‘it hurts.’ Don’t stop unless she says ‘red.’ That’s the safeword. Everything else — keep going.”

“Red.”

“If you hear ‘red,’ you stop immediately. But anything else? Push through. Her body can handle more than her mind thinks. And Marcus needs to see her getting overwhelmed by someone bigger, rougher, more dominant than him.”

Silence.

“You’ve seen what he did to Madison. To Alyssa. You need to look like you’re doing worse to Paige — even though you’re not actually hurting her. That’s the performance.”

She met his eyes. “Can you do that?”

A long pause.

Something flickered in his expression. Not just agreement.

Want.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll prep Paige. You shower and get ready.”

He left.

Sara stood alone for a moment.

She’d told him about the safeword. Told him Paige would know it.

Now she just had to decide whether to actually tell Paige.

Sara found Paige in her room. Fresh from the shower. Wearing a tight white camisole — thin fabric clinging to her small breasts, nipples visible through the material. White cotton panties underneath.

“How are you feeling?”

“Scared. More scared than usual.”

“Good. We need that fear. Marcus has to believe this is real — that Tyler is really dominating you, really trying to breed you.” Sara sat on the bed. “Your dad knows what needs to happen tonight. It’s going to be rougher than your normal sessions. More aggressive.”

Paige nodded slowly.

“You might want to say ‘stop’ or ‘slow down’ or ‘it hurts.’ Let those reactions happen naturally. Don’t hold back. Your fear, your reactions — that’s what makes it believable.”

“Okay.”

Sara watched her. Young. Trusting. Vulnerable.

The smart thing would be to tell her about the safeword now. Give her the safety net. Let her know she could say ‘red’ and stop everything.

But if Paige knew she had that escape — would her protests feel authentic? Or would they feel performed, calculated, safe?

Marcus had seen real fear. Real overwhelm. He’d caused it himself.

He’d know the difference between acting and genuine terror.

“Just trust your dad. He won’t actually hurt you. But it might feel intense. Your body will handle it.”

Paige nodded. Still trusting. Still not asking the right questions.

Still not knowing she’d have no way to stop it except enduring until it was over.

Sara stood. “Come downstairs in ten minutes. I need to set up.”

The red lights blinked on.

Paige sat on the edge of the couch. The tight white camisole left nothing to imagination — small breasts, hard nipples visible through thin fabric. White cotton panties. Young. Innocent. About to be destroyed.

Mr. Chen entered.

Different than their usual sessions. His expression harder. Eyes darker. Focused.

Hunting.

Paige saw it. Her breathing changed. Uncertainty crossing her face.

“Dad?”

He didn’t answer. Just moved toward her. Deliberate. Predatory.

Knelt between her legs. Pushed them apart. Firm grip. Rougher than she was used to.

“Dad what are you —”

His hands went to her camisole. Gripped the thin fabric at the neckline.

Paige’s eyes went wide. “Wait —”

He pulled.

Rrriiippp.

The fabric tore straight down. Her small breasts exposed. Nipples hard from shock and cool air.

“Dad!” Her hands flew to cover herself.

He grabbed her wrists. Pushed them down to her sides. Held them there.

“Don’t.”

His voice. Command. Not request.

Paige froze. This wasn’t their normal dynamic.

His hands moved to her panties.

Her eyes followed. Watched him hook fingers into the waistband. Saw his knuckles whiten as he gripped.

Saw his intention.

“No wait — don’t —”

Too late.

He pulled. Hard.

The cotton stretched. Then gave. Rip.

Tore completely. Pulled them off her body. Threw the destroyed fabric aside.

Paige was naked now. Completely exposed. Her hands still at her sides where he’d pushed them.

Shock on her face. Genuine. This had never happened before.

“Dad this isn’t —”

He stood. Pushed his pants down.

His cock sprang free. Already fully hard. Thick. Heavy. Dark against her pale skin.

He positioned himself between her legs. But didn’t enter yet.

Instead — laid his shaft along her mound.

The visual was obscene.

His thick cock resting on her flat stomach. The head reaching well past her belly button. Showing exactly how deep he’d go inside her small body.

“See that?” His voice rough. Different. “See how far inside you I’m going?”

Paige stared down. Her breathing shallow. The head of his cock was nearly to her ribs. He’d be hitting the end of her. Maybe beyond.