Chapter 1: True Love is Making a Lesbian Harem for Him

“ ... st-stop...”

Forcing the word out was a struggle. His arm wrapped around Katie’s neck, and his hard, muscular body lay on top of her, pinning the redhead to her own mattress.

Trying to push him off was hopeless. She’d already pulled up the bedsheet trying to crawl away.

Begging was all she had left now.

“Why stop?” the man asked. “You’re moaning like a bitch in heat.”

She could barely think, her mind overwhelmed with pleasure. It became harder and harder to remember why she wanted him to stop.

“Ngh ... nhh ... Be ... Because ... I’m a lesbian!”

She moaned as her pussy spasmed on his cock.

“Katie, Katie, Katie...” he tisked, chiding her. “Why else would you think I’m doing this?” He withdrew his cock all the way and then slammed back into her. “Plus, you say you’re a lesbian, but you and I both know your pussy isn’t!”

She couldn’t deny she was being driven wild. But it didn’t make sense. Why was she fucking this man?! Taking his hard, throbbing cock, her greedy pussy clenching around it like a tight fist. She couldn’t even remember how she came to fuck him. One moment she was studying for class, and the next she was being fucked.

She was a lesbian ... She would never choose to fuck a man!

“You’re ... You’re raping me!” she blurted, her emerald green eyes opening wide in realization.

There was no other explanation for it. Her foggy brain tried desperately to form coherent thoughts, but it was an uphill battle.

“Am I?” the man smirked. “Is it rape when you’re enjoying it so much?”

Of course it is!

Her mouth opened to argue, when memories of the day flashed before her eyes...

Katie Bates yawned as she walked back from her morning class. The college senior had a fight with her girlfriend the night before, but that wasn’t the reason she was tired. It was the hours of make-up sex that followed—Beth uncharacteristically allowing Katie to use a strap-on dildo on her, which Katie put to very good use judging by how much Beth begged her for more.

Katie’s smile lightened her face.

She almost looked forward to their next fight.

For now, she needed to rest for a few minutes before her next class. She sat down on a nearby bench outside the Liberal Arts building, letting her bag fall to the floor. She was still rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes when she felt someone sit next to her.

“Didn’t get much sleep either? I had a crazy biochem exam. My recommendation? Never. Take. Professor Smith.”

The voice belonged to a charming man who looked a bit older, maybe mid- to late-twenties. But biochem? He had to be a junior or senior. Probably someone who started in the workplace after high school and saved up for college the hard way.

His disarming smile gave him the aura of a pleasant person to be around, and she didn’t mind his dark brown hair or deep blue eyes. But he was still a man. Katie disliked men on her best days, and right now she was sleep-deprived and grouchy.

She pointedly ignored him.

“I’m actually a biochemistry major. I find the subject fascinating! I’m kind of a nerd like that. Okay, okay—I’m very much a nerd,” he laughed self-deprecatingly.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she mumbled.

He must not have heard her, as he continued. “Despite being my favorite subject, it’s insanely hard for me. Did you know that, on average, only 30% of students pass his class? Only 30%! How is that fair?”

Katie’s patience hung by a thread now. Another man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Why do some men have trouble with the concept of consent? Not like other men are any better. Any man who isn’t a member of the patriarchy is still basking in the privilege its evil produced.

Just who does he think he is? Just because he embodies the tall, dark, and handsome cliche doesn’t mean he can score with me.

“Oh, by the way. I’m John Hayes!” He smiled and reached out his hand.

Seriously? Time for this asshole to be taught a lesson.

Sneering, she yelled, “Gross. Don’t talk to me! Let me guess. You want to hit on me, despite the fact I’m clearly gay.”

Her unexpected outburst surprised him. He blurted, “No, I just—”

She cut him off hard. “Shut up! I’m not going to have sex with you! Your tiny dick couldn’t pleasure me like my girlfriend can!”

His face turned red. He looked around, noticing all the students who had witnessed it. Some were laughing, while others were trying their best not to.

She almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

So far, he’d only made small talk, and it was technically possible for him to have no ulterior motive. But now everyone thought he had a micropenis and he’d probably never been more humiliated in his life.

But he was a man.

He was visibly struggling to remain calm, but all he did was politely say, “Sorry to bother you,” as he stood up and left, walking in the opposite direction, students still giggling behind him, mocking him. His fists tightly clenched in either frustration or rage, but she couldn’t see his expression.

Yeah. She’d definitely feel bad for him.

If he weren’t a man...

Slam!

His thrusting brought her back to the present, his cock driving the lesbian wild with a multitude of emotions.

Anger.

Confusion.

Arousal.

“John...?”

He ignored the question and snarled out a demand instead.

“Tell me you love my dick.”

She had to admit—she couldn’t have been more wrong about his size. It was larger than any dildo she’d been fucked with. But she wouldn’t admit that to him. Because fuck him! That stupid rapist can go to—

Smack!

He spanked her hard, sending a jolt of arousal and fear up her spine.

“Fuck! Okay! It’s huge!”

He kept fucking her roughly, never losing his rhythm. If he didn’t stop, she’d cum, and soon.

“Admit you love it!” he commanded.

“It’s so good. I love it!”

The reply was out of her mouth before even thinking.

Wait. No! She needed him to stop, before the pleasure drowned her like a wrecked ship on a stormy sea.

“P-Please!” she whined, moaning even more.

“Please what? Please stop? Or please make me cum?”

It was getting so hard for her to think that she had forgotten what she was about to beg for.

“I’ll stop if you want, and leave. But if you want me to make you cum ... then beg for it. Beg for me to cum in your tight, little pussy, and maybe I’ll let you have the biggest orgasm of your life!”

His offer to leave gave her a moment of clarity. She shouldn’t want that. Right? She was being ... raped.

And even if she ... wanted ... him to make her cum, she would never beg for it.

Not from a rapist.

And especially...

Not from a man!

And ... and ... she wasn’t under any kind of birth control! She was a lesbian and didn’t need it! She realized with a startle that she was ovulating, so there was a good chance she’d be knocked up!

It was easy. There was absolutely no question which she’d choose.

He had to stop!

“Please cum in my lesbian pussy! Make me cum so hard I never think about women again! Fuck the dyke out of me!”

Wait.

What?!

That’s not what she decided! It just came out automatically. And that doesn’t even sound like something she’d say!

“Good girl.” She could hear the smug smile in his voice.

Although the degrading “compliment” would’ve usually made the feminist seethe, right now her pussy spasmed at the praise.

He was no longer pinning her down, his hands now on her hips. She vaguely noticed she was now a fully willing participant, pushing back to meet each thrust, squeezing her pussy on his cock.

“I’m cumming,” he growled.

He was about to impregnate her. She didn’t want that. She had to get him to stop. Or at least to pull out. She was going to beg him to stop. She was going to beg him to pull out.

She was...

She was...

“Cumming!” she screamed, electricity shooting through her as the biggest orgasm she’d ever had consumed her, making her mind go white with raw, unadulterated pleasure.

The sensation of her pussy convulsing on John’s throbbing cock pushed him over the edge.

He thrust once more all the way and unloaded the first rope of cum inside her.

“Ohhhh!”

She moaned, her orgasm intensifying as John’s semen coated her cervix.

Spurt!

More cum spilling into her abused pussy as her womb fills up.

Spurt!

Sperm traveling up her ovaries, her eggs craving his sperm.

Spurt!

Never before had she felt so womanly. So fulfilled. So...

Complete.

Spurt!

She knew now that this was what she was made for. What girls were made for. They were made for cock.

She was made for cock.

Spurt!

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped cumming. By now, she had almost passed out from the pleasure.

Before he left, though, he had one more thing to do.

He turned her over and propped up her butt with a pillow. He wanted his sperm to have every chance to fertilize her eggs.

She would be his.

Seven months later.

As dinner slowly cooked in the large pot, Katie hummed along to a tune playing through her earbuds, a light blue apron hanging from her neck and tied around her waist. Her husband would be home soon and she knew he appreciated dinner being prepared by the time he came home from work.

She smiled as she rubbed her round tummy. She’d taken to pregnancy well. All her life she’d thought those breeders had been lying, but it was true. She really did have a glow about her.

As she stirred the simmering pasta sauce, she felt a kiss on her cheek from behind. She took out her earbuds and turned around to find the man who raped her all those months ago. Impregnated her.

The man she loved.

Her husband.

“Mmm ... Smells good. Hey, sweetie. How was your day? Missed my cock?”

She blushed. It was true. She’d missed his cock so much. Her pregnancy hormones were driving her crazy.

“Sh-Shut up, you fucking rapist!” she stammered as John laughed.

It was only mock anger. She’d long forgiven him. Sure, what he did was horrible, but in the end, he really was a good man. She just made him snap that day. Like they say: She had been asking for it.

John apologized a few weeks later, profusely. She accepted his apology and started dating him soon after. As strange as it was, Katie couldn’t remember the day of the apology well. Every time she tried to remember it, her memories would get fuzzy. But each time, she did remember that it wasn’t important.

After all, how could it be very important if she couldn’t even remember it? His apology must have been good enough if she had forgiven him.

Right?

Plus, how could she stay mad at him? He’s the father of her baby!

Anyway, what was important now was focusing on making dinner for John.

And that’s what she did. After they ate dinner in affectionate companionship, John went to his study to finish up his work, and Katie cleaned up after dinner.

She sat on the couch in the living room, lost in thought.

A small smile appeared on Katie’s face. It was strange how quickly she fell in love with John. And she had no idea how she became completely straight, with absolutely no attraction to women anymore!

It must have been manipulation, a quiet part of her whispered.

“It must be love!” she grinned, ignoring her dissenting voice.

Ever since she fell in love with him, she’d heard whispers in her mind. She had taken to thinking of the whispers as her “darkness” because of how filled with hate and negativity it was, as opposed to the love for him she truly had.

But ... the voice did have a point. Isn’t it impossible to change that much from one fuck? She’d never been attracted to men before. The complete opposite! She used to be the gayest gay girl she knew.

That’s right. You used to be strong and independent! the darkness argued

So then what could it be? She then recalled one of her old fantasies she used to have. She used to fantasize about having a harem of hypnotized straight girls.

Hypnosis...

Maybe it’s possible to change someone’s sexual orientation with that?

The darkness was quiet, as though it was waiting for her to continue the thought on her own.

Yes. There was no other explanation.

In fact, it made sense.

Her unexplained arousal during sex with a man. The massive orgasm she had on his cock. Her sudden feelings for him just weeks later. Her quickly dissipating attraction to women. Her sudden acceptance of his apolo—no, that part wasn’t important. But there were a lot of things that didn’t add up, and hypnosis was the only explanation. So that meant he hypnotized her ... How did she feel about that?

He violated you, a part of her whispered. Hypnosis or not, it was rape!

Exactly. She should be furious ... Right? She was controlled against her will. Made into his obedient little fucktoy, nothing but another good little straight girl to carry babies and serve her husband.

Get furious! Get revenge!

But she wasn’t furious, she realized. All she felt was...

Overwhelming arousal.

Wait. What?! Her darkness was aghast.

The thought of him controlling her turned her on so much she couldn’t help but start rubbing.

“Fuck ... That’s hot ... He controlled me ... Changed me ... Made me love him!”

She moaned, rubbing furiously. She couldn’t remember a time she’d felt hornier.

“I was a lesbian ... And he made me straight. I don’t want pussy anymore ... I just want John, and his huge cock!”

She kept rubbing her pussy with one hand, bringing her other up under her shirt and tweaking a nipple.

First, he must have hypnotized her to beg him to fuck her and breed her. And then after that, he must have...

She kept rubbing as she fantasized about it.

Katie had just cum hard, and was blissed out when John used the trigger he’d just given her before he fucked her. Katie dropped into trance and John started filling her head with commands.

“Over the next month, you will realize you have feelings for me and become more attracted to me, and less attracted to women. You’ll quickly fall in love with me, and devote yourself to our relationship fully. In fact, you’ll become my fucktoy. My good little straight fucktoy. And you’ll love every minute.”

“Yes, yes! I’m your straight fucktoy!” Katie moaned again in pleasure, rubbing even faster. She was so close.

“And if you ever discover what happened, you won’t be angry. In fact ... it’ll turn you on more than anything.”

Her eyes opened wide. If the only reason she’s so turned on right now is that he made her. If he manipulated her to this degree, and all of this arousal is artificial. Then that’s...