"I never thought I wanted them. But now that all this has happened, I want that more than anything."
Tobie murmured their frustrated, tearful vent into Julietta's shoulder as they traced a sole finger on the table. Getting their feelings out in a closed, quiet space to a good friend was about all they could do. It had been four months since getting their diagnosis, and nothing had gotten easier. The only thing that changed was how often they cried. Getting bad medical news was always hard, but hearing they inherited a genetic disorder from hell was a harder fight than they'd ever had.
Their situation sucked. There was no other way to look at it other than as a total hurricane.
Everything about it was abysmal. The endless doctor's appointments that would continue through the rest of their life. The questions about what their insurance would even cover. The questions about how long they were actually going to live.
And, the question about having kids.
Tobie had never thought about it; in fact, quite the opposite. They were sure that they'd never want kids, and especially would never want to get pregnant. But as soon as they got their diagnosis, that changed. Tobie knew that it would be risky - they couldn't even bear the idea of passing it onto someone else, forcing them to deal with it. They looked into options. Alternative methods. Everything would be an exhausting process, not to mention absurdly expensive. And there was a chance it wouldn't even work.
Or worse.
The risk for cancer was too high. Hysterectomies were highly recommended because, as Tobie’s oncologist put it, “it’s basically a ticking clock”. A race against time. There were exactly zero good options.
And at that point, there just was no point to entertaining the question anymore. Childbearing - in a way they wouldn't pass on their hell disorder - would be too difficult, too stressful, and way more than Tobie could handle. That wasn't even including the cancer risk they tried not to think about. Watching their dad go through it too many times was bad enough; now it was their future too. It was a loss that Tobie didn't even expect to have.
Some things got their mind off of it. Namely, attending the kink conference in town.
Luckily, Juliette - who they hadn't seen in years, much to their collective chagrin - happened to be going as well. It was hard for anyone to understand Tobie's situation in its totality, but Juliette was a good listener. And that was what they needed.
"Being pregnant, being... a parent, it's not an option for me. And I hate that. It's not fair. Y'know?"
"Oh, absolutely," Juliette responded, petting their hair softly. "It's horrible. I'm so sorry. I wish I could do more to help."
“I wish anyone could save me from this extrava-cancer-ganza.”
“Nice joke.”
“Thanks. I’ve been saving it,” Tobie chuckled sarcastically. "Would be nice to at least get the feeling." They paused as an idea came to mind. "Like, with hypnosis."
Juliette cocked her head, thinking to herself as well. "The power of hypnosis is amazing like that. I'm sure I could arrange something." Juliette winked at them.
A speck of hope flickered in Tobie's eyes.
"You think so?" they asked. 
“Of course. I mean, you’ve got a phantom fucking trigger and an IQ drain one, I’m sure you know how real it feels,” Juliette giggled.
“I-I mean... I'm sure hypnosis could make me feel something. It wouldn't be a replacement, but..." They supposed it would be good for something. A way to scratch that itch. A way to get the thought out of their head, or at least still its intensity. Hypnosis had been something they dabbled in for a while. But using it to emulate the feeling of being pregnant?
Or better - of being bred?
That was appealing. "Well, sure," they chuckled. "And while we're at it, we can make it hot."
Juliette smirked, a hint of sadism crossing her face. "We can make it very hot. And I think I have an idea for how."
Tobie was down for anything, honestly. So they let themself be grabbed in Juliette's arms, the Domme-for-an-evening whispering, "I want you to close your eyes, and feel yourself drifting away. Just breathing. And, I want you to imagine a curtain..."
~~
The curtain rose.
They woke up, noticing themself in a completely different space. They noticed the walls were different, as they laid on some kind of bed. The walls were stark, white, and medical. Their body was cold -- they furrowed their eyebrows in confusion as they realized they were bare naked. They felt confused. Frightened.
And most notably, they couldn't remember a thing.
At least, they thought. As they focused on what they could remember, a clip mentally popped into their head. And a horrifying one. An image of them walking back home from work - what did they even do for work? - only to feel grabbed from behind. They remembered struggling. And then they remembered a cloth getting pressed up against their nose and mouth. They remembered more futile efforts to break free.
Then they remembered darkness, and found themself here.
Suddenly, they realized something else. They wore no clothes, yes – but instead, their hands were bound with unmovable leather cuffs, and a leash dangled from their neck in front of their legs. They reached up to their neck, finding out that – sure enough – there was a collar attached to it.
        All they could hear was their heart pounding against the walls. The room was obviously soundproofed, which made the situation more terrifying. No one could hear them if they called out. Who would, anyways? Before they could ruminate on that thought for too long, the door opened.
        A short, fleeting thought of leaving went through their mind as someone walked in. But before they could even move from where they sat, the door loudly slammed shut behind her, killing off any thought of escape. They gulped. Questions raced through their mind as the woman approached them.
        Smiling.
        “Good morning. How was your nap?” Her voice was sweet, sickeningly so, and they felt a wave of anxious nausea build up in them.
        They didn’t respond. The questions began to pour out. “Where am I?” They never had a demanding voice, but they tried to sound as stern and assertive as possible.
        “You’re in my facility, dear. I’ve spent months devising this company, constructing this building… and you’re just lucky enough to be a part of it!” The woman’s voice was excited, and somehow, that made it feel much more sinister. “You’ve been selected to be a part of something very, very special.”
        They shook their head. “I-I don’t understand,” they stammered. “Who are you? What am I doing here?”
        She chuckled. “So many questions, I see. It’s good to see we didn’t pick someone strong or smart enough to fight back.” Their stomach sank even further. “Call me The Director. As I said, you’ve been chosen to be a part of our very special company! You can thank me later.”
        They sure didn’t feel like thanking her. Was she behind this? The supposed chloroforming, the kidnapping, why their memories seemed so far out of reach? “What do you want with me? I don’t have anything to give you!”
        The Director paused. And smiled even wider. She looked so sadistic, so leering, so… manic, in a way. They couldn’t recall much of their life, but they certainly didn’t think they’d ever been so scared. “Nonsense, vessel.” Vessel? “We chose you very wisely. You have much to give us! Your round hips, the shape of your body, your empty-brained head… you are perfect, dear. So much more than you’d ever get.
        “See, my company works in pharmaceuticals. We’ve been working on developing some new medications to help our world!” Fuck, were they being experimented on?! Alarm bells rang in their head. They almost couldn’t catch what was being said. “You see, we’ve chosen you…”
        The Director leaned in, and said something that made them freeze.
        “Based on your breeding potential.”
        All the blood drained from their face. “W-what?! N-no, you… you must have the wrong person!”
        “My plaything, my stupid plaything,” The Director shook her head. “You say that like we’ve made some kind of mistake. How could we make such a silly mistake when we’ve been following you your whole life?” They’ve been stalking them, too? They were stunned silent. “You see, we need very specific people to make this successful. And you happened to be the perfect one! We need someone who can breed repeatedly, over and over, for a very long time. And, after much thought, we’ve decided you are the perfect vessel!”
        “I… no!” They tried to shout, tears in their eyes. Their entire body was shaking. “I want to go home! Please!”
        “Home?” There was a pause, as The Director’s smile continued to widen horrifically. “You are home. This is your new home. We have everything for you — even a loving, kind Director like me to look after you.
        “But if you don’t like it, I promise you, by the end of today, if you still hate this oh-so-very-much, then I’ll open that door and let you free.” She was lying. Right? Was she? “But… I think you’ll find yourself rather comfortable here. I just need you to let me show you how great your new life truly is.”
        They shook their head. This wasn’t real. This was a terrible, terrible dream.
        “Besides, how could you go somewhere other than here? When you can’t remember anything, since we brainwashed it away – oops, didn’t mean to let that one slip.” They kept shaking their head, not faltered in the slightest by The Director’s giggles. “When you can’t remember a single moment up until now… when you can’t even remember your own name?”
        “I–”
        Their mouth hung open as their protests came to a grinding halt. Their name.
        They didn’t remember it.
        “My… my name is…” They shook their head. Their name. What was their name? Why couldn’t they remember? Taking their body and personhood was evil enough, but their name?
        The Director smiled, silently laughing at their futile efforts. “Don’t worry your silly, dumb brain about it, vessel. Your brain cells are probably in overtime trying to process all of this!”
        “I… I know what my name is! It’s…”
        “Oh, don’t concern yourself with what it was. Lucky for you, I have a solution. A gift, in fact!”
        They blinked. The world fell to a stop. “A… solution?”
        “Yes,” The Director leaned in again, “I have a new name for you.”
        “No, no, no–” 
That was worse. Getting ‘gifted’ a new name by The Director sounded like a fate even worse than being a lifelong breeding slut. But, The Director ignored their pleas, and continued.
“Your name,” she started, “is Chalice.”
That wasn’t a name. That wasn’t their name. It was something else, they just couldn’t remember. “No, it’s not! My name… is…”
“Chalice, vessel. That’s your name.”
And then The Director did something that Chalice – that they couldn’t foresee. She reached down to their legs, and grabbed something. The leash. The Director held it firmly in her hand.
And the world changed around them. Chalice’s mind changed. Their name was Chalice. That wasn’t their name their whole life, but it didn’t matter. The Director – the kindest, most generous person in the world, gave it to Chalice. She gave them that name. How could Chalice not accept such a fantastic gift, when their Owner gave it to them?
The Director released Chalice, and Chalice felt themself crash into a wall.
Up until that millisecond – for the duration The Director held the leash – Chalice felt obedient. Subservient. Willing. And most importantly, owned. By The Director. Chalice left feeling a want to believe their name was anything but Chalice, but, nothing came to mind.
They were Chalice. The Director’s breeding stock. Her property.
“Oh, no,” Chalice murmured. The weight and reality of the situation were finally crashing down on them.
“Oh, yes!” The Director grabbed their shoulder. “I see all those suggestions really have taken place in your mind. Great! That makes my work so much easier. I just have to give a little tug on that leash and you obey my every command. And even better, you recognize that I own you! All I have to do left is break the last of your will. Get you to see things my way a little, hmm?”
Chalice opened their mouth, trying to find the words. They couldn’t. “P-please… let me go…”
“Oh, be reasonable, Chalice,” The Director clasped her hands behind her and paced around the frozen vessel. “Why would you want to go home? When this is what you’ve wanted your whole life?”
        "This... this isn't what I..." Chalice desperately wanted to say that. But what did they want, even? The only memories they had were being kidnapped, and everything that had happened since The Director slammed the door behind her. Chalice didn't want this. They didn't want to be some kind of vessel or tool for the rest of their life - especially not for breeding!
As if to still Chalice's arguing, The Director grabbed onto the leash again. She played with it, every inch she pulled bringing Chalice closer. Chalice once again felt their mind melt from resistance into obedience. Their head kept shaking, trying its damndest to fight off the effects of the brainwashing - of The Director holding her obedience hostage. Chalice croaked out a weak, "no..."
"No? You don't need that word, anymore." The Director tugged Chalice in a bit further. Chalice fought to keep their mind to themself, but they couldn't. Their head was filled with obsessive thoughts of obedience, willingness, and serving The Director and her company. The Director's words felt like steel, "Admit it, Chalice. You want this. You would love getting used over and over as a broodmother from now on. Say it. Say you want to be a broodmother forever."
Chalice shook their head still, even as the words continued to fall out of their mouth. "I... I... want, ugh..."
The Director clasped onto the leash so hard Chalice felt they were going to explode. She repeated, in a much more demanding voice, almost a growl -- "Say you want to be a broodmother forever."
Chalice couldn't fight back - they felt the words ripped from them. "I want... to be a broodmother... f-forever."
She smiled, and dropped the leash. Chalice's head fell as the leash tumbled back to the ground. A feeling of shame and humiliation washed over her - they couldn't believe they fell for such a stupid trick. They couldn't believe just how mindlessly obedient they became just at the tug of a leash. Chalice reached their hands to the collar, trying to find a way to take it off. They pulled it around, but the entire thing was made of metal.
And they couldn't find a clasp.
The Director chuckled as she watched Chalice's efforts. She was like a cat watching a mouse trying to escape from under her. "What are you doing, Chalice? Why do you struggle, when you just admitted you want to be a broodmother forever?"
Those words felt like a mantra. A mantra burning itself into Chalice's mind against their strongest resistance. Just as Chalice was attempting to try something else, she felt the leash grab again. Their hands fell to their sides. Their eyes were quivering with fear, but it didn't matter. They had to follow. They had to obey.
"See?" The Director smirked down at Chalice. "You don't need to fight back. Right?"
Chalice eyed The Director, saying nothing. Once again, they started shaking their head, as if that was somehow going to get them out. They felt nothing but fear -- and obedience.
"You want to be a broodmother forever."
"I... want... to be a broodmother forever," Chalice repeated tearfully.
"Nod your head, Chalice. How could I possibly believe you when you still look so scared? When you still have so much resistance?"
Chalice tried to shake their head. With every shake, the grip on the leash grew more possessive. Eventually, their shakes were replaced with nods. For a while, there was about a 50/50 split between nods and shakes. Then they nodded consistently, over and over. "There you go."
The Director leaned in and whispered--
"Good vessel."
Somehow, those words felt like fire to Chalice. They felt those words travel up and down their body in a wave of pleasure. Chalice gasped, their eyes widening as they rode out their edge. The words repeated in the back of their mind, 'good vessel, good vessel, good vessel'. That was all they wanted to hear. From anyone, but especially from The Director.
"Awe, I wish you could see the look on your face." The Director curled the leash in her hand. "Your eyes are so dilated. They're the size of dinner plates - I can't even see your irises anymore!" Her gleeful giggles felt like ice. "You must be so, so scared. And so, so turned on. You still don't have anything to fear, Chalice. Remember -- if you really, truly don't like being a broodmother, I'll open that door and you can walk right out. But... do you really want that?"
Chalice's head was pulled right to The Director's face. "When you want to be a broodmother forever?"
They tried to repeat the mantra, but their fear and arousal blurred it together into a string of whimpers and murmurs.
"Here, let me fix this. Smile for me, Chalice." She tugged the leash. "Smile."
Chalice's face twisted. As they obeyed the command, the corners of their lips curled into what could be passed as a grin. The look in their eyes still expressed their fear, though, even if they couldn't verbally. All they could do was smile, further and further, until The Director was finally satisfied.
Finally, she was. She released the leash. "You're so adorable, Chalice. We really did make the right decision grabbing you."
Chalice backed away instinctively as The Director reached down to grab their hips. "With your body, and your clear lack of intellect, how could you belong anywhere but here? Anywhere but with me?" The Director ran her hands up Chalice's body, grabbing onto their hips, their midsection, their breasts. All of her grabs were possessive, like she needed Chalice like she needed air. Chalice struggled against her grasp, trying to break free from it, trying to escape. They knew they really had nowhere else to run. But the adrenaline in their body made them think they did as they kept pulling away. Their cute, pathetic struggles only made the Director coaxed on further.
"You belong here. You want to be with me."
Chalice closed their eyes shut. They felt their collar pulled again. "Right? Say that for me too, will you?"
Chalice nodded. "I-I belong here... I-I want to be with you..."
"Good vessel."
The Director released Chalice - their leash, and their body. The Director stood up. For a split second, Chalice believed - and hoped - that they were being set free. That they were about to wake up from this nightmare, finally.
Those hopes were quashed. The Director pulled around to the one table in the room - Chalice had never even noticed it up until now - and grabbed something from it. A cup. Not a fancy chalice by any means - in fact, it seemed to just be a flimsy paper cup one would see at an office. Not that Chalice remembered what an office was.
She walked back to Chalice, the cup in her hand. "I realized I haven't offered you anything to drink up until now. Here, drink."
Chalice took it in their hands, and eyed it. They wanted to be suspicious. "W-what's in it?" they asked meekly.
"Water. Mostly."
Chalice's brain cells tried to put together what it could possibly be. They couldn't. "W-what else is in it?"
The Director chuckled. "You don't need to worry about that. All you need to do is drink it."
Chalice shook their head once again, trying to hand it back to The Director. Chalice knew by now they weren’t exactly a genius, but even they could tell that something was wrong about the drink they were being handed. But instead of taking the cup back, The Director pulled up the leash again. "Drink it," she ordered.
It took every atom in Chalice's body to resist. They couldn't say no, still, but they could refuse. At least, that’s what they thought.
The Director wasn't happy with their annoying resistance. That was clear, even with her manic smile. "Drink it."
Chalice felt their body working for them. Their hands, clasped around the cup, slowly moved up to the tip of Chalice’s mouth. Their entire body was shaking – their hands, in particular, more and more as they rose up. With the rim of the cup on Chalice’s lips, The Director coaxed them on as they kept shaking their head.
“Drink the drugs.” 
The Director was no longer smiling. Chalice had finally given in and started drinking before she spoke. Now knowing that the drink was predictably drugged, Chalice realized it was too late anyways. It tasted like water, at least. Their body worked for them. They drank more of the drugged water than they wanted to. Chalice felt humiliated at how much of the drug they willingly took, when they only had to take a small sip.
They didn’t feel the effects of whatever she drank. Not quite yet.
The Director’s hand reached around, and stroked their hair pityingly. “Good vessel,” her smile returned, “such a good, obedient vessel.” And then she released Chalice’s collar – not that it had mattered much by that point.
“What did you make me drink?” Chalice asked, their voice straining.
The Director didn’t immediately respond. Before she did, she grabbed Chalice’s shoulders firmly, and shoved them down onto the bed. Now laying face-up, The Director looked much, much more sinister from that particular angle. With Chalice completely powerless, and The Director circling her vessel, they had nothing else to do but quiver pathetically in fear.
“You could call it an original of mine,” she explained. “There were two drugs, actually. The first is a gestation drug.”
“A… what?” Chalice didn’t know that word.
The Director chuckled. “Of course. Well, you see, it wouldn’t be very productive of us to wait nine months every time we want to use your body. No, you see, the drug I gave you shortens the cycle to… I’d say about three weeks.”
“H-huh?” Chalice’s eyes widened. Was that even possible? Chalice couldn’t tell if they were bewildered, or even more terrified than before.
“Oh, yes. Really speeds things up! What’s even better, it makes the process more seamless. One ejaculation in you, and boom, you’re pregnant! You don’t have to worry about going through it again and again and again.” Chalice’s jaw fell to the ground. The Director took their deep shock as pleasant surprise and kept going. “And our drugs, well, they make it more likely you’ll have twins. Or triplets.”
Chalice sputtered a bunch of nonsense. They had no idea what to say — no words came to them. Chalice felt like blood stopped flowing to their brain. Being forced into pregnancy by an evil pharmaceutical company was bad enough — but being forced to bear more than one at a time? Presumably… repeatedly?
“But that’s not all.” Chalice feared what else would come on top of all of that. “No, what we also put in your drink… was an aphrodisiac.”
They shook their head. “Wh-what?”
“Well, we can’t impregnate you if your body isn’t nicely aroused, can we? An aphrodisiac on top of how amazingly frightened you are will set you right up. As soon as you cum, you’ll have the pleasure of being impregnated by our lovely machines! Look at it from this angle — you won’t have to go through an ejaculation multiple times! Unless, of course, I’d want you to,” The Director giggled.
Chalice squirmed in their spot, trying to find a way out of the situation. A way to leave, a way to convince The Director to let them go. Distantly, they could feel the aphrodisiac beginning to take effect. “I… I don’t want this! I want to go home!” Their protests clashed with the way their legs squirmed together, trying to still the aching in their cunt.
The Director leaned over, and tenderly placed a hand to Chalice’s chin. “Why must you make this difficult for me? You said it yourself — you want to be a broodmother forever. That you belong here, with me. Why would you want to leave?”
“Let me go! Please! I’m begging you!”
The Director held Chalice’s head still, indicating she wasn’t going to follow Chalice’s requests. “I don’t think you want to leave, vessel. I think you want to move it along and start pleasuring yourself.” She grabbed Chalice’s leash, idly playing with it like a toy. The effect was there all the same. No matter how hard Chalice tried to stop it, they couldn’t help themself from reaching down to their crotch. They were so wet, so in need. Every second felt like the aphrodisiac truly laced itself into Chalice’s blood further. Chalice whimpered and whined as they followed the gentle command, circling their clit with their thumb and inserting their first two digits into their hole.
They felt like fire.
Every motion made their hips jerk. They were so turned on that it hurt. Hearing The Director play with the chains only pushed them on further. Their body wanted to cum, but Chalice refused. Not that The Director had allowed them to, anyways.
“Keep touching yourself, vessel. Get yourself nice and worked up for me. And then, we can get onto the main act.”
Chalice complied. They had no other choice. Even if they weren’t being ordered to, they couldn’t stop. Their hands worked on their own, and the only thing Chalice could do was try not to cum.
They moaned and panted and shook. Their self-edging went on for what felt like an eternity. All along, The Director laughing at them. Smiling wider than Chalice had seen thus far.
The next two words she said hit Chalice like a truck. “Good vessel.”
Chalice almost felt themself climax from those two words alone.
“You may stop, now.” The Director held onto the leash to make sure that Chalice complied — and of course they did. “I want you… to close your eyes for a moment.”
Chalice closed their eyes, finding solace in the darkness.
Something changed. They felt time pass, but they had no idea how. It was like they blacked out momentarily. To be fair, they wouldn’t have been surprised if they had.
“You may open your eyes now.”
The Director wasn’t holding the leash anymore, but Chalice complied anyways of their own accord. They were sitting up on the bed. The Director still towered over them. That was the first thing Chalice noticed. The second was a strange machine in front of them. A chair with no back, and a large dildo strapped to the top. Underneath it, a substance Chalice could only guess was semen swirled around.
It was unmistakable. The device in front of them was a fucking machine.
Protests raged in Chalice’s mind, ones they couldn’t quite voice, still.
“You can probably guess what’s going to happen, but we didn’t exactly pick you for your intellect. So why don’t I explain anyways?
“You’re going to get on the fucking machine, shaft in your cunt where it belongs. You’re going to fuck it — or it’s going to fuck you, I’m flexible. I know you might try to hold yourself out long enough, since you know by now cumming on it is what’ll trigger it to impregnate you. Since there’s still some atom of resistance in your head. But you’ll see that you won’t be able to last forever. Not with all the triggers we’ve stuffed into your head.
“And then you’re going to cum whether you like it or not. And then… well, you can guess the rest,” The Director ended with a sadistic laugh. The sound of her laugh still felt like ice. Chalice wasn’t sure they were ever going to get used to it.
“Stand up.” The Director ordered. Chalice complied. Their legs were still clamped together.
“Well, let’s get started. Get on the fucking machine, vessel.”
Chalice paused. The leash wasn’t being held. Was this a test? Was this going to be the chance they could escape? Chalice held their breath in their chest as they weighed their options. They had to leave. A fate like this would be worse than living on the streets, unaware of her real name for the rest of their life.
They had to leave. No matter how horny they were. No matter whether or not they could remember their own name.
Chalice took the opportunity, and dashed for the door. It was in sight. They could get to it easily.
The second they thought that was the second The Director stopped Chalice, grabbing them by the leash. Chalice choked out as the air escaped from their lungs. Physically, The Director pulled them back over by the leash. Right in front of her. Even standing, The Director was far taller than Chalice. Making her next words much more intimidating.
“Get on the fucking machine,” she ordered with an impatient growl. Chalice felt fear in their entire body. “Or I will make this much, much worse for you.”
Now physically bound to The Director, and mentally as well, Chalice couldn’t find it in her to escape. Whatever thought they had died down. Whether that was a good or bad feeling to Chalice was yet to be determined.
Chalice had no choice.
“Yes,” they murmured tearfully, lowering their head. They looked to the machine. At the very least… the shaft didn’t look big… and maybe there was a way The Director’s drugs wouldn’t work…
Chalice slowly went on over. They stood up hesitantly, hovering themself above it. The only reason they had stopped resisting or fighting back was because of that damn collar. The leash that The Director held, holding their free will and self-sufficiency hostage. Chalice felt their body move for them, lowering itself onto the fucking machine.
The shaft went directly into their hole. The Director grabbed Chalice's shoulders and roughly pushed them down the rest of the way. A nerve was hit in Chalice, making them cry out -- in pleasure? In pain? Who knew anymore? It felt much larger this way, much more than it looked. Chalice leaned over the machine to make themself as comfortable as possible as their body adjusted.
They weren't comfortable for very long. The Director pressed something - a button, presumably - and suddenly, Chalice felt the shaft moving, fucking them relentlessly. Chalice held onto the front, gasping out as they tried to steady themself against the pleasure. Being as turned on as they were didn't help. And it felt like every second, the aphrodisiac hit them ten times as hard as the last.
Chalice was determined to hold themself out for as long as possible - hopefully until The Director would get bored and give up. But it felt impossible. Every thrust felt so sweet, so good, so much as Chalice hated it. Their adorably pathetic moans and gasps seemed to only make the machine go faster.
"Do you understand now, Chalice?" The Director asked, the same manic look on her face. "This is your life. Look at yourself - you're enjoying this so much! How could you want to leave?"
Chalice shook their head. They let out whimpers and tearful, wordless pleas. They were so close, so maddeningly close. But they had to hold themself out, even as they twitched and shivered in pleasure. "No, please, no--"
The Director silenced their pleas, going up behind Chalice. She used the opportunity of Chalice's open mouth to slide her index and middle finger into Chalice's mouth. Chalice gagged for a moment as The Director pushed her fingers in and out. Almost degrading themself, Chalice couldn't help but suck back, bopping their head as The Director laughed at how broken they were.
"See? Only someone enjoying this would do that. Your only job right now is to get more and more aroused, fuck yourself harder back into that machine." Chalice tried to still their hips, but even that didn't help them from getting closer increasingly. Eventually, they gave up control of their body. They couldn't stop themself from fucking the machine back.
"I know how hard you're trying to stop this from happening. So, let's speed up the process a little, shall we?"
Before Chalice could ask what in the world The Director meant, they felt something shift down below. Chalice gasped against The Director's fingers as the member inside them grew -- wider, and longer. Chalice pleaded in their head for it to stop. They were already getting more aroused against their strongest wills. Having the fucking machine get larger only made it exponentially worse.
The Director slid her fingers out, and Chalice went right back to tearfully and indecently gasping. "Good vessel."
Once again, those two words set an additional wave of pleasure off in Chalice.
"Good vessel, good vessel, good vessel." Chalice shook their head, praying The Director would stop repeating those words soon. Eventually, she did. "You're right where you belong. Getting more and more aroused. You're ready, aren't you? To get bred by our machines?"
The Director leaned in. "With my seed?"
Chalice panted. They couldn't hold themself out for much longer, especially with The Director holding the leash tightly. Their entire body worked for them. Eventually, they reached their breaking point.
"No, no, this can't be happening," Chalice sobbed as their body reached its last seconds. "No, please no, please--"
They gave up, and finally let climax hit them. They weren't sure what to expect, but they sure didn't expect the longest, most intense orgasm of their life. Before Chalice could even process what their body did to them, they felt something warm and sticky fill up inside them.
Cum.
Chalice's hole got filled to the brim within seconds, and yet the fucking machine dumped more and more of The Director's semen into them. They felt it. They felt it filling their entire body, deeper and deeper-
Until they felt it knock them up.
Chalice wasn't quite sure how that happened, but they could feel it. The feeling of pregnancy. They knew it was real, though they weren't quite sure how. It didn't matter. As the feeling built up inside them, their mind began to cease working as well. The gears in their head stopped turning as the fucking machine finally slowed down. Chalice fell off of it, collapsing onto the bed. Their entire body felt full. Bred relentlessly.
And finally, they admitted to themself that they liked it.
The Director was still smiling. She got into the bed, next to Chalice, and grabbed hold onto their waist -- above their midsection. "How are you feeling, vessel?"
"Good," Chalice murmured. Their eyelids were heavy. Their voice was soft. Their entire body felt weak.
"Fantastic. You were such a good vessel for me." Another wave of pleasure, as if Chalice hadn't taken enough of those. "Chalice, dear, do you still want to leave? Do you really want me to open those doors and let you walk out?"
Chalice sighed, pondering their options. They wanted to leave? How? They were right where they needed to be. Right where they wanted to be. To be honest, Chalice didn't even remember the fact they ever wanted to leave. It felt like an absurdity to them.
"No," Chalice admitted.
The Director grabbed onto their body, and pulled them closer. Chalice could feel her leering smile against them. It didn't matter. They liked it.
"Then, I think I'll make you my own personal project, Chalice." That sounded nice.
"And you'll be mine, forever. Inside and out."
Chalice giggled. That sounded fun.
"Chalice, would you listen to me for a second?"
"Mm?" they murmured.
The Director whispered something final in their ear. "Curtain call."

~~

        The curtain fell, and all of Tobie’s memories came back to them. 
They found themself in the same place, next to Juliette, catching their breath on her. Tobie’s mind raced, the memories of the scene sticking with them – along with an aching feeling in their womb. Their mind felt full, like it was overflowing. So did their body.
It had been a while since they felt that exhausted after a scene. A while since they hadn't completely disconnected from a scene. They couldn't even remember the last time they engaged with grief or trauma quite in that way during a scene. And it was exactly as amazing as they thought it would be.
What they did wasn't necessarily a replacement or a firm solution. But, it was close enough. Tobie felt wonderful.
Juliette turned her body around to face them, stroking their hair softly.
“Things to do with your friends,” she started, “hypnotize them into thinking they’re a human breeding stock who’s been kidnapped into a mass impreg nation facility, and then hypnotically impregnating them.”
Tobie couldn’t help it. They started cackling. Even their laughs were exhausted in the best possible way. "I mean, it did help me, so yeah, no homo."
"No homo indeed." Juliette laughed. Her laugh had gone back to its kind, friendly, genuine voice.
The two of them laid down next to each other, just being quiet for a while. Both of them trying to process the effects of the scene. Tobie tried to hold each second of it close to them. It was about the closest they'd get to closure regarding that new loss they'd had. And, that was okay with them.
"Do you think this helped, Tobie?" Juliette asked softly. "Did you feel it? Is this what you needed?"
Tobie exhaled, and collapsed even further onto the bed. What they did wasn’t a replacement for their loss in any sense. And yet… "Yeah," they answered. "This was perfect."
Even better, in fact.
Tobie closed their eyes, and drifted off into a blissful trance. They weren’t going to truly get what they wanted, and that was alright with them. For the first moment in a while, they were happy, and didn’t feel grief anywhere in their body.