Chapter 7: Chloe

Jacob’s evening session was with a 15-year-old named Chloe. The file photos were not particularly clear; no doubt the service was concerned more with cost than quality when buying their cameras. Still he could see that Chloe was about average height for her age and well proportioned, with rounded hips and smallish conical breasts. She had medium-length brown hair, and a modest bush graced her sex. Her face was somewhat plain, but her figure was nice. Her slightly lowered face and hunched shoulders bespoke embarrassment at having to stand for nude photos.

On her preference form, she had indicated that she was a virgin and that she did not want to examine his cock beforehand. However, she had not answered the question of whether he should be in view. In an unsteady hand, she had checked off only vulva-touching for foreplay and sex from behind as the position, and she declined restraints.

When he entered the breeding room, he found the girl fully clothed in sweater, tight jeans, and sneakers, sitting on the edge of the mattress, near the wall, as far as could be from the door. She hunched over like in her picture and seemed intently focused on picking a hole in the fabric by her knee.

“Chloe?” ventured Jacob.

“Yeah?” came the reply in a small voice.

“I’m Jacob. I’ll be your breeder,” he said, remaining by the door. “Are we out of robes or something? I can find one for you.” As he asked, Jacob noticed the robe that the staff had left for her by the clothing shelf.

Chloe didn’t answer. She continued to scratch at her jeans.

Sometimes a girl would leave her panties on when changing, but those were hardly an obstacle. The jeans were a different story.

“Listen, your normal clothing is not going to work for this,” he patiently explained. “We don’t want to get it messed up. So I’ll need you to change into the robe. That will make this easier on everyone.”

She took a break from her picking, but made no movement to get up or even look at him.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to change by yourself,” he said. The unspoken suggestion was that if she did not remove her own clothes, they would be removed for her. “When I get back, we’ll talk about what’s going to happen.”

Jacob stepped out to let her change. He hoped she would do as he asked. Otherwise, he’d have to involve security, and that would be unpleasant for her. Sometimes they would have to restrain a girl and cut her clothing off, and in that case she’d be wearing her robe home.

When he returned, to his relief Chloe had left her street clothes on the shelf and put on the short robe the staff had issued her. She had taken a position on the mattress, huddled in the corner of two walls.

Jacob joined her, sitting against one wall. Though she never looked at him, she flinched when he neared.

“As I mentioned, my name is Jacob. I think you know why you’re here. I gather you’re a little nervous?” he said with concern. He could see that ‘afraid’ was more accurate, but he didn’t want to compound the problem by rubbing it in.

When she didn’t respond, he continued.

“Is there something in particular you’re worried about?”

“I don’t want to be here,” she whimpered.

“I understand that. A lot of girls feel that way. But, unfortunately, it’s just something you have to do. I’m going to try to make this as easy as possible for you, okay?”

Chloe nodded, not entirely trusting him, but also not disagreeing with the sentiment. She allowed Jacob to lay a hand on her back, though she tensed at his touch.

“Is it the sex or the pregnancy part that’s bothering you the most?” asked Jacob. Not that it really mattered. She was unwilling, and he likely would not be able to change that. But if it was the pregnancy, there was a small chance of getting her to put aside those thoughts for a while.

“Both,” she despaired.

“Well, let’s get this over with, then,” said Jacob, gently but with resolve.

Guiding her out of the corner with a firm hand, he instructed Chloe to lie on her side. She did so, curling into a fetal position. Though she tried to wrap it around her, the short robe did not fully cover her backside. Jacob could see some of her light, brown bush, the patch in front becoming sparser as it graced her pussy lips.

“I’m going to look at you first,” he said as he pushed up the seat of the robe. Chloe had puffy outer labia, and though she was not aroused, the smaller inner ones peeked out. Jacob lay his hand on her butt, and again she tensed at the contact. With his other, he gently brushed the sparse hair on her lower pussy. She drew in her breath and trembled.