Breeder - Redneck

6

You don’t need to fuck her any more Royce she’s already breeding. I’ve been having the same conversation with myself all day. After I’d fucked her up against the shower wall, and found myself treating her more like a lover than my captive, I’d been pissed.

I’d got roughly to my feet and flicked on the water to clean her up. I of course handled that, just as I handled all of her care. It was part of my control over her; she wasn’t even allowed to think for herself any longer, but she didn’t realize it yet. It wasn’t overtly done by any means, but I see the evidence of it little by little as the days go by.

She had no idea that when I wasn’t with her, when I had to leave for any length of time, I always made sure to leave her with something that would keep her mind occupied accordingly. There was a message being sent to her brainwaves everyday that she wasn’t aware of.

When she was asleep it would seem more like a dream, and awake she would hardly be aware of it. It was just one of the things I’d implemented to safeguard myself if anything should go wrong, and things always go wrong. It was also designed to enslave her to me for always.

I had no care of what such a thing would do to her if she were to escape back into the world. I was the only one who could deprogram her, not that I had any reason to. If she were ever to get away which was highly unlikely, she’d be no more than a shell of her former self, without me there. She wouldn’t understand what was happening to her, but much like someone who’d been hypnotized, would only come alive once she found me again.

It was a bit much I know, but when I’d set my plan in motion I had no idea of who she was. Back then she was nothing more than an object to be used to get back at her father. It was only fair. He’d taken my child after all hadn’t he? An eye for an eye.

She’d sensed my anger after we left the shower and like a typical female had decided to go on the offensive. I’d ignored her and tied her to my bed, stuffed her pussy with the vibrator I usually left in her at night and the plug in her ass, before leaving the room, still pissed at myself, and her. I wasn’t about to fall for this girl; there was no room in my heart for anyone else ever again.

I’d slept on the couch to stay away from her and got up this morning with my defenses firmly in place. I watched her now as she worked herself up, just waiting for her to stop mumbling to herself and speak her mind. I hadn’t said shit to her as I fed her breakfast and I knew she was chafing and just dying to say something catty which is her usual reaction whenever we have one of these standoffs.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to help herself. It was a sure sign that I still had my work cut out for me, and I was looking forward to bending her even farther to my will. Her little shows of defiance do make things interesting.

Instead of taking her back to bed after she’d eaten, I let her walk around the cabin naked, her chains hanging from her arms and dragging behind her heels, for her daily exercise. “How long are you going to keep me here? It’s only a matter of time before they come here you know.”

I like this, like when she challenges me. It beats the hell out of the constant tears and pleadings of her first few days here. I knew this anger stemmed from my treatment of her after we fucked in the shower. She’d had a rough day. First finding out that she was pregnant, and then me pushing her away after she’d gone all soft and malleable in my arms.

I wasn’t in the mood to placate her though, or spare her feelings. “You’ll be dead before they clear the door.” I made a point of looking around at all the traps I’d laid down after that day she’d tried running away. Traps I’d made her watch me install. Especially the one at the door that would blow anyone’s head off unless I opened it a certain way. She knew there was a gun pointed there, but had no idea how to remove it and she was too damn short to reach the string it was attached to high in the ceiling.

I saw the fear creep back into her eyes as she remembered she had no say here. My sinister smirk was enough to make her recoil. Good, can’t let her ever forget who’s in charge here. I knew that because of her upbringing that she was accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed. Even at the tender age of eighteen she knew well how to get her way in everything; except here with me.