“Happy birthday!”

Arms reached around Carly’s neck and pulled her backward with a squeak.  She giggled as the scent of her boyfriend’s cologne filled her nostrils.  She turned to the muscular man with the expressive eyes and big lips and kissed him.

“I thought you weren’t coming over until later, Lonnie,” Carly said, patting his chest.  She turned and finished paying for her coffee.  The barista managed a half-interested “happy birthday” before moving on.  She walked out of the coffee shop with her boyfriend.

“Well, birthdays are for surprises,” Lonnie said with a mischievous smile.  “In fact, what were you up to?”

“Oh, I was going to go read for a bit, maybe go to the park.  Why?” Carly said, snuggling up to Lonnie as they walked.  “I know that look and tone of voice.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over,” Lonnie said.

“Now?  But, I thought you were picking me up later.  After your Dad left,” Carly said.

Lonnie shrugged.  “I’m impatient.  It’s my baby’s twentieth birthday, and I want to celebrate.”

Carly laughed.  “You mean, you want to celebrate in your bed before we go out to dinner.”

Lonnie rubbed her back as he put a massive arm around her.  “Is that such a bad thing?”

Carly felt a squirt of arousal between her legs.  She sipped her coffee.

“Come on, my car is right here,” Lonnie said, unlocking the sports car parked on the street.

Carly bit her bottom lip.  She remembered the useless, limp noodle she felt like the last time Lonnie felt this amorous.  She wanted to go to that fancy restaurant.  Look nice tonight.

She looked up at Lonnie and his smile.

She also wanted the sex.

“What about your Dad?” Carly asked, allowing him to open the door for her.  “Isn’t he still around?”

“Babe, we live in a mansion.  He won’t hear us.”

“You do what you did last time, and he’ll hear me all right.”

***

The car roared and pulled up to the giant mansion.  Carly shook her head, as she did every time she approached the house of her boyfriend.  How a man that rich fell for a struggling university student Carly never knew.  She remembered how Lonnie practically hunted her down for a date.  He seemed possessed at getting what he wanted.

As she exited the vehicle, she chuckled and finished her coffee.

“What is it?”

“Just remembering that whatever you want, you get,” Carly said.

Lonnie put his arm around Carly, and they walked up the stairs to the front door.  “Right now, all I want is you.”

He leaned in and kissed her on the neck.  The silent ride to the mansion let her imagination run wild with what they would do when they got to his bedroom.  Now, presented with that future, his touch caused her to melt.

They entered the large mansion to find it silent and empty.

“Where is everyone?”

“Oh, Dad gave the staff the weekend off.  Since he will be out on business, and I can take care of myself, it’ll just be me this weekend.”

“Well, I can keep you company,” Carly said, tossing her coffee cup into a garbage can.  She turned to find Lonnie approaching.

He embraced her, kissing her hard.  Carly felt herself squeezed against the massive build of her boyfriend.  Felt the familiar throbbing between his legs.  He dragged her like a prize down the hallways to his room.

He tossed her like a toy onto the bed.  Their clothing seemingly melted away, as one moment Carly kissed her boyfriend, the next, their naked bodies warmed one another up.  Carly felt herself on the edge of a cliff, ready to slip down with Lonnie to the blissful bottom.

In no time she felt his cock enter her body.  She groaned as it filled her up.  She spread her legs and let him slam her poor body deep into the bed.  She felt the need in his cock.  She heard the desire in his ragged breathing near her ear.  Most of all, she felt the connection of two souls craving one another.

Carly closed her eyes and grinned.  Lonnie seemed possessed today.  Like he needed this more than anything in the world.  Carly felt her body primed for a juicy orgasm.

And then, as quickly as it started, it slowed down.  Carly rode the tantalizing edge of an orgasm for minutes until the need to orgasm burned in her.  Until it hurt to keep all that arousal and pleasure bottled up inside of her.

Lonnie slipped out of her, exhausted.  He dripped sweat, heaving.  Carly opened her eyes, confused.  She saw Lonnie’s cock flop out of her, growing limp and useless by the second.

“I—I don’t know,” Lonnie said, huffing.  “Don’t know what happened.  Can’t…can’t finish.”

Carly winced in pleasurable pain as she cuddled her boyfriend.  “Shhh, shhh.  It’s okay.  It’s okay, baby.  It happens to everyone.”

“That’s never happened before.”

“I know, but maybe we were too excited.  I know you want to do something nice for my birth–”

“Lonnie!”

The booming voice of Lonnie’s dad froze the two young lovers.  Lonnie’s eyes went wide.

“Shit.”

Lonnie scampered to his feet, tripping over his legs and falling to the floor.  He grabbed his pants and leaped to his feet, struggling to put them on.  Carly followed, taking her time to put on her clothing.  Lonnie practically ran from the room, the ever-strangling presence of his father causing his fight-or-flight response to trigger.

Carly did up her hair into a ponytail, catching a glance of herself in Lonnie’s television.

“He’ll know,” she said with a small chuckle.

She walked out into the hallway to find no one.  She walked down the hallway to the large living room.

There stood Mr. Edwards by the bar.  Lonnie’s father, a big, muscular bear of a man who wore his shirt one button less than most to show off his gray chest hair.  A man whose hands looked to be the size of her face.  A man who looked like Lonnie with wrinkles.  A black and gray beard.  Graying hair.  Carly hoped Lonnie looked that good when he got older.

“Ah, Carly.  I’m so sorry, but Lonnie once again got his priorities mixed up.  He’ll be back in a moment.”

Mr. Edwards' eyes lingered too long on Carly.  However, in Carly’s state, dangling on the edge of an orgasm, the attention felt good.

“If I had known what I was interrupting–”

Carly let out a small giggle.  She did not feel comfortable talking about her sex life with a man she barely knew.

“Here.  Consider this a little apology for taking him away from you.”

He walked from the bar and handed her a glass with a golden liquid in it.  He held a glass of his own and downed it in a gulp.  The primal grunt he released after drinking it caused her to squirm.

“It’s good stuff.  Very expensive as well.  To your health and to your birthday.”

She raised her glass.  Whatever was in the glass smelled sweet and potent.  She hesitated.

“Drink.”

His deep, rumbling voice caused her hand to tip back, and she drank the entire shot in the glass without hesitation.  It tasted divine.  Strong, but divine.  She coughed.

He took the glass from her and walked back to the bar.  “See?  It’s good stuff.  But, you deserve nothing less on your birthday.”

“Th-thanks,” Carly said.  Her throat burned in a delicious way.  She took a step and found the world tilted a few degrees.  She stumbled into the large leather sofa.

“Yes, a birthday is a special thing.  I hear my boy has it all planned out,” Mr. Edwards said, his back turned to Carly.

Carly nodded, feeling the room spinning.  She tumbled into the couch, trying to collect her bearings.  A soft warmth swelled in her body.

“Or, at least he thinks he does.”

“Mister…Mister Edwards….I don’t…don’t..”

Mr. Edwards turned with a glass of something in his hand.  He grinned.  “Yes, my dear?”

“Don’t feel right…”

“Oh, I think you feel great, in fact.  Potent stuff, it is.  But, it makes you feel great.  Warm.”

Carly’s head spun as she felt warm.  Her nipples poked out of her shirt.  Her pussy throbbed with need.

“Aroused.”

Carly moaned, caressing her body.  Mr. Edwards downed the drink and put the glass down on the counter.

“Yes, a birthday is an important time for any young lady.  Especially when they are in their prime.  Their fertile prime.”

Carly, confused, could not stop caressing herself.

“Their breedable age.”

Mr. Edwards started to unbutton his shirt.

“No...no...what…”

Mr. Edwards chuckled.  “Hush, child.  I’ve been planning this for far too long.  I have a need.  A primal need.  To spread my seed far and wide.  Do you know how many young women like yourself I’ve fucked up?  Bred like little whores?  Oh, you’re not the first.  And you won’t be the last.”

“L-L-Lonnie!”

Mr. Edwards grabbed her by the throat.  His hand easily gripped all the way around her.  She felt like a helpless toy in his clutches.  He lifted her an inch off the couch, listening to her choke and gasp for air.

“My boy can’t help you, dear.  See, after a certain age, I knew young women like you wouldn’t go for a man like me.  Not unless I paid, or they were up to something to try to get my fortune.  Besides, I have much more fun breaking little innocent girls like you.  So, instead, I took one of my many heirs.  Lonnie.  And I conditioned him.  Like I conditioned you.”

He looked her in the eyes as she continued to struggle against his grip.

“Limp slut.”

Carly’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.  Her body went limp.  He let go over her and watched her fall useless to the couch.  Her mind raced with fear and an arousal she could not shake.

Mr. Edwards removed his shirt.  He started to unbuckle his pants.

“This mansion has the best of everything.  Including speakers.  Speakers in every room.  So, every time you came over here to fuck my boy like a good little slut, I made sure both of you listened to very special subliminal conditioning I piped in.  I’ve been doing that to my boy for years.  When I find a young little girl I want to breed, I make him infatuated with them.  I condition him to seek that woman out, date them, and bring them to me.  And then, no matter how hard he tries, on the day I want you, he cannot get you to orgasm.  When he gets you on the edge, his cock goes limp.  Leave you in a nice aroused, needy way for me to finish you off.”

Mr. Edwards stood over her, naked.  His cock looked far too large for her.  It throbbed as he stroked it, looking over his fallen prey.

“Happy birthday, you little slut.”

Carly could only lay there as the arousal burned deep inside of her.  She could only lay there as he removed her clothing with his bare hands.  Her skin turned beet red as he looked at her, naked and ready.

He mounted her without another word.  Carly’s mind broke at the feeling of that massive cock inside of her body.  It filled her past the point of pain.  On the edge, drugged with something that caused her arousal to blow out of control, and the hypnotic conditioning taking effect all melted Carly’s resistance.

“Yes, yes, I see it in your eyes,” Mr. Edwards said between groans as he fucked the useless woman, “You’re enjoying it.”

The word “enjoy” caused Carly to emit a weak groan.  The arousal flooded her thoughts.  The horror of her present floated away.  Replaced with a deep-seeded need for his cock.  For him.

“There’s something about fucking someone so helpless,” Mr. Edwards said, licking her breasts before biting her left nipple, “That I can’t get enough.  Make no mistake, girl.  If I don’t impregnate you today, you will seek me out again.  Oh, you can fight it.  You can try.  But, even if I didn’t mindfuck you into my little breedable puppet, you’re not going to be able to get me out of your head.  Admit it to yourself.  This older man fucking you.  Breeding you.  Making you his little whore.  You can’t get enough of it, can you?”

Carly screamed in her mind, confused as to how something so awful felt so fucking exhilarating.  His cock filled her to the brim again and again.  She felt his powerful, sweaty body dwarf hers when he pressed himself onto her.  She heard her useless body rub against the leather.  She hated this.

Yet, she loved it.  The moment she admitted that something about this horrible situation excited her, the floodgates poured out.  She started to fantasize about older men.  Older men using her.  Breeding her.  She wanted to be used by many men.  Again and again.  Nothing more than a breedable slut for their enjoyment.

“Breedable slut,” she whispered.

Mr. Edwards roared with laughter.  “Oh, you are a delicious one.  Usually, it takes two or more sessions to break your mind.  But look at you, you little slut.  Look at you.  

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mind shut down.  He grabbed her by the jaw and squished her cheeks together as he stared into her face.

“Fuck me, you’re really gone.”

Carly, even in her mostly-unaware state, felt his cock cum inside of her.  Felt the hard, deep throbbing of his cock inside of her.  More and more cum filled her until she felt some of it leak out of her pussy and onto the couch.  She heard every guttural moan as he held her body tightly, painfully, as he unleashed his seed deep inside her body.

He dropped her limp, useless body onto the couch.  His cock exited her, and Carly felt a sense of longing for it back inside of her.

He slapped her ass.

“God, that was good.  I have a business trip to get to.  But, that was worth being late for.  You’ll remember some of this.  But, you’ll never be able to talk about it.  And more importantly, if I haven’t fucked you pregnant, I’ll be seeing you again.”

His back turned to her again, he snapped his fingers.

“Sleep, slut.”

Carly groaned and fell deep asleep.

***

“Oh man, we’ll be late.”

Carly snorted and opened her eyes.  Lonnie’s arms and body pressed against her on the couch.  She smiled and kissed his chest.

She winced in pain.  “Ow.”

“Did I fuck you that much?” Lonnie asked, concerned and peppering her with forehead kisses.

She remembered a sex session unlike any other.  Hard.  Primal.  It caused her pussy to respond with arousal and discomfort.  She smiled.

“It was different,” she said.  “I’ll be fine.  You obviously showed me how excited you were.”

“Yeah, I feel like I just dropped off there,” Lonnie said.  “I must have nutted hard and blew my fuses.”

“Eeew,” Carly said with a giggle.  She slapped his shoulder.

“Anyway, we should get up and get going.  Dinner awaits.”

“Mmm, I need food after that,” Carly said with a smile.

She watched Lonnie get up and collect clothing.  She thought back to the passionate sex on the couch.

Except.

She thought of thick forearms.  Gray chest hair.  A mean, controlling voice that drove her wild.

Breedable slut.

Her eyes went wide.  She thought of Mr. Edwards.  Naked.  Fucking her.  And a cock that felt painful, and yet a cock she wanted more and more of.

Carly had no idea where these ideas came from.  But, she felt her pussy tingle.  She wanted Mr. Edwards.  Badly.

“Hey, uh, Lonnie,” Carly said. 

Lonnie turned with a smile.

“When does your Dad get home from his trip?”