Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy by Carolyn Faulkner

quickly, before I change my mind.”
    Cassie knew that that was no idle threat.  Sh e never knew how long she had, and he had frequently called the whole thing off just as she was getting going, expecting her to be able to control her reactions such that she could stop cold whenever he withdrew his permission and start again if and when he finally gave it .  The problem was that when she was required to  hold off, she made herself think of other things, kind of detach ing herself from what was happening to her body so that her mind was no longer concentrating on what his hands or mouth were doing, and it took a little while to coax it back.  But that was often what she had – just a little while, and once she’d actually gotten her head back into the situation, he would leave her, hanging there like that, and not touch her again for her own pleasure for days, sometimes while he continued to tease her and take her frequently for his own ends.
    She did her best to wrangle her mind back to where it needed to be , and this time it didn’t take her very long at all to get back to that fever pitch he liked to keep her at, and then, suddenly, as her body tightened in anticipation, all hell broke loose as he threw her over the precipice as she screamed and groaned violently, trying to move like she did when she was at a much more lithe wei ght, only able to simulate them in the state she was in.
    He continued to stimulate her, bringing her off a second and a third time in rapid succession, until he felt a rush of water against his hand, and Cassie immediately tried to peer down between her own legs.  “What is it?  I feel like I’ve wet myself!”
    “You’re water’s broken.  You’re going to have the baby, finally.”
    Knowing she wasn’t going anywhere without help, Jurek got up and ran to the infirmary to fetch the doctor and the matrons she already knew, who were well trained, highly experienced midwives, who descended on Cassie like an army, getting both her and the bed ready to begin the process of delivering the baby.
    No one had told Cassie anything about what was going to happen, and she had never seen or been a part of any other woman’s labor or delivery.  The first contractions were bearable, but they rapidly got much wors e, and she was beside herself with the pain, and no one seemed to be in the least concerned about it.  She was frequen tly and very intimately checked, her permanently cuffed legs held apart by the Count and Jurek so that she could not interfere with what the midwives and doctor were doing.   Jurek had wondered aloud if it might be better for everyone if Cassie was restrained during this process.  Her cuffs and chains were right there, easily attached to the hooks he had long had in his headboard, but he was voted down, as she would need better leverage once she began to push.
    Cassie knew, though, that it would have intrigued him mightily to see her – not just wearing the trappings of slavery as she was, but being severely limited by them.  He wanted to make every bit of this process as hard on her and as degrading as possible.  And he came close anyway.  Cassie was well aware of just how blatantly owned she looked, naked and splayed, belly and breasts enormously swollen, and still – always – wearing those reminders at wrists , neck and ankle and neck that let everyone know that she was no longer in possession or control of her own body.
    She screamed bloody murder with each contraction and there was some discussion about giving her something for the pain, but it was decided against, so that she would be conscio us and able to push when needed, especially if it was twins.
    It wasn’t a long labor, and the delivery went as smoothly as it could with a woman who was terribly frightened and quickly exhausted from the pain.   She actually only had to push three times before the baby’s head was out, an d the last big push expelle d her completely from her mother’s body.