Hey guys, I'd like to share a new series with you. The first book of The Trials of Anaïs is out TODAY on Amazon.com. I call the first book, "Part One: A Submissive’s Journey Through Labor."
It's very hardcore, fair warning. It is BDSM, dom/sub, anal, gangbang, but all pregnancy fetish. The heroine, Anaïs, will be pregnant in every story. I already have about half a dozen books in this series roughed out, and I will be rolling them out in the weeks ahead.
Here is an entire chapter of Part One, and exclusively to Preggophilia fans, I will gladly send even more if you PM me:
Anaïs was unsure how far along she was in her pregnancy. All she knew, from within the confines of her small, low-ceilinged and dimly lit quarters beneath her Dom’s house, was that her belly was big enough to stir her Dom to take her several times a day and again at least three times each night.
His cock was not so big as to be uncomfortable when he shoved it into her swollen cunt, but he also enjoyed hurting her by forcing her to choke on his cock. He relished wrapping her milk-filled tits around his shaft until he shot cum on her neck, face, and hair. He frequently brought her to tears by fucking her asshole.
In her journey through this pregnancy, her tits ached and began to leak milk early. She faced the reality that she was close to the end of her time being the center and focus of her Dom’s lust. Once the inevitable outcome of his constant explosions of cum into her tight cunt issued from her aching cunt — once she was free of the burden in her belly — he would lose interest.
She knew this from the way he neglected her during and after her previous pregnancies. He turned elsewhere for sexual satisfaction.
He’d done exactly that the three previous times he got her pregnant. Once he knew his cum had forced her into another pregnancy, he ignored her for several months until she was large enough that he could enjoy her full, ripe, firm belly and burgeoning tits.
Once she was full and ripe, though, he enjoyed her constantly. He ran his hands over her belly. He squeezed and pummeled her tits. He played with her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and running several fingers into her asshole.
And then, after her unburdening, he ignored her once again.
Anaïs looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. It hung on the wall opposite the foot of the large bed her Dom provided her. She knew the bed and mirror were not for her enjoyment — nothing in her living quarters was for her enjoyment — but she did like to look at herself.
Her Dom treated her well while she was pregnant.
Abundant supplies of creams and lotions to minimize stretch marks.
Pumps for the milk that geysered from her large tits.
Hair brushes, lipstick, eyeliner, blush; he provided her anything she asked to make herself more beautiful to him. Of course, the lipstick served a dual purpose, as he often humiliated her by first lining the rising rim of flesh around her asshole with the bright red stick before using the same lipstick on her lips.
He demanded that she always look both presentable and defeated anytime he deigned to descend the stairs from his home and use her.
The quarters were comfortable in their own cramped, windowless way. With each pregnancy, he removed her burden swiftly and quietly to allow her time to recover from giving birth unaided. She kept the space clean. He fed her well. He allowed no alcohol in his house.
True, she could circumnavigate the small space in only a few strides, but her living quarters were at least pleasant. Dry. Warm. He allowed her no clothes, so the warmth was welcome.
She had an extensive library of erotic novels and obscene BDSM magazines to read.
He gave her an endless supply of extreme porn on DVD. She had orders to watch at least two entire DVDs between breakfast and dinner. He wanted her immersed in his world of perversion and constant sexual tension. He provided her with sketch pads and artist’s pencils for her creative urges, but he inspected her work and destroyed any that was not explicitly sexual.
What more could she want?
And really, that he allowed her no clothes was of little consequence to Anaïs. What did she need clothes for, anyway? She was perpetually naked and available to be used and trained by her Dom.
She never went out. She moved back and forth in the basement quarters day and night. In the three-plus years and three pregnancies that he sheltered her, only her Dom had seen her.
He’d gotten her pregnant within a few weeks of her arrival in her quarters. Probability worked to his advantage. He’d fucked her in every hole for hours on end, always cumming in her cunt no matter how he began using her. She worried at first about hygiene, with his thick cock working into her asshole before he exploded cum into her cunt. She was fearful to mention this, but eventually did, enduring a prolonged flogging on her ass for her impertinence.
But he was not unreasonable. Even though he punished her, he adjusted his use of her. He no longer fucked her cunt immediately after fucking her asshole. From that flogging on, he moved from fucking her asshole to fucking her mouth, always, so she had to clean his cock before he fucked her cunt and filled her with his cum.
The lipstick smelling vaguely of her own asshole was nothing compared to the taste of her own anal juices at every encounter.
At first, Anaïs marveled at his stamina and quick recovery. He could use her five or six times, let her sleep, and then take her another four times before returning to his home above her.
Sometimes she heard muffled voices over her head, and his heavy boots balanced by a lighter tread, perhaps someone in bare feet. She never asked.
After she was pregnant the first time, he ignored her naked body for months. He provided her good meals, sensible beverages, clean bed linens, and a few little treats.
He delivered a steady supply of erotica and hardcore porn to her. But he barely touched her tits or ran his hand into her cunt during his visits. And at her first pregnancy he instituted a standing order: she was never to touch herself, to toy with her clit or touch her own cunt lips.
And then, when her belly was pronounced and she took on the shape that goaded his cock to hard attention, he started using her again, every day.
She became accustomed to his routine. With the arrival of breakfast, he fucked her. He returned at what she assumed was mid-morning to fuck her again. A few hours later he appeared with lunch and he fucked her. And then he brought her an early dinner and fucked her for an hour or so.
She assumed nighttime fell when he came down the stairs wearing only his boxer briefs. And then he fucked her several times throughout the night, sometimes sleeping next to her and sometimes going back upstairs. He thought nothing of waking her in deep sleep to force her mouth around his cock, to pump his cum onto her growing belly.
Several times a week he bathed her and then fucked her in the tub-shower of the makeshift bathroom he’d built in the basement. He made her shower and lather her body as he watched. And then he fucked her in the shower, too.
Anaïs grew to expect to be awash in his cum, knowing it would leak from her asshole and cunt in nearly the same quantities that her tit milk leaked from her massive tits.
And then, an odd feeling stirred in her.
Near the end of her first pregnancy, she realized something that nearly made her cum without even touching her own painfully ignored clit.
She looked forward to his visits.
Remember, as with ALL my Amazon.com content, you can PM me for an extended preview. Enjoy! Peace out
It's very hardcore, fair warning. It is BDSM, dom/sub, anal, gangbang, but all pregnancy fetish. The heroine, Anaïs, will be pregnant in every story. I already have about half a dozen books in this series roughed out, and I will be rolling them out in the weeks ahead.
Here is an entire chapter of Part One, and exclusively to Preggophilia fans, I will gladly send even more if you PM me:
Anaïs was unsure how far along she was in her pregnancy. All she knew, from within the confines of her small, low-ceilinged and dimly lit quarters beneath her Dom’s house, was that her belly was big enough to stir her Dom to take her several times a day and again at least three times each night.
His cock was not so big as to be uncomfortable when he shoved it into her swollen cunt, but he also enjoyed hurting her by forcing her to choke on his cock. He relished wrapping her milk-filled tits around his shaft until he shot cum on her neck, face, and hair. He frequently brought her to tears by fucking her asshole.
In her journey through this pregnancy, her tits ached and began to leak milk early. She faced the reality that she was close to the end of her time being the center and focus of her Dom’s lust. Once the inevitable outcome of his constant explosions of cum into her tight cunt issued from her aching cunt — once she was free of the burden in her belly — he would lose interest.
She knew this from the way he neglected her during and after her previous pregnancies. He turned elsewhere for sexual satisfaction.
He’d done exactly that the three previous times he got her pregnant. Once he knew his cum had forced her into another pregnancy, he ignored her for several months until she was large enough that he could enjoy her full, ripe, firm belly and burgeoning tits.
Once she was full and ripe, though, he enjoyed her constantly. He ran his hands over her belly. He squeezed and pummeled her tits. He played with her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and running several fingers into her asshole.
And then, after her unburdening, he ignored her once again.
Anaïs looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. It hung on the wall opposite the foot of the large bed her Dom provided her. She knew the bed and mirror were not for her enjoyment — nothing in her living quarters was for her enjoyment — but she did like to look at herself.
Her Dom treated her well while she was pregnant.
Abundant supplies of creams and lotions to minimize stretch marks.
Pumps for the milk that geysered from her large tits.
Hair brushes, lipstick, eyeliner, blush; he provided her anything she asked to make herself more beautiful to him. Of course, the lipstick served a dual purpose, as he often humiliated her by first lining the rising rim of flesh around her asshole with the bright red stick before using the same lipstick on her lips.
He demanded that she always look both presentable and defeated anytime he deigned to descend the stairs from his home and use her.
The quarters were comfortable in their own cramped, windowless way. With each pregnancy, he removed her burden swiftly and quietly to allow her time to recover from giving birth unaided. She kept the space clean. He fed her well. He allowed no alcohol in his house.
True, she could circumnavigate the small space in only a few strides, but her living quarters were at least pleasant. Dry. Warm. He allowed her no clothes, so the warmth was welcome.
She had an extensive library of erotic novels and obscene BDSM magazines to read.
He gave her an endless supply of extreme porn on DVD. She had orders to watch at least two entire DVDs between breakfast and dinner. He wanted her immersed in his world of perversion and constant sexual tension. He provided her with sketch pads and artist’s pencils for her creative urges, but he inspected her work and destroyed any that was not explicitly sexual.
What more could she want?
And really, that he allowed her no clothes was of little consequence to Anaïs. What did she need clothes for, anyway? She was perpetually naked and available to be used and trained by her Dom.
She never went out. She moved back and forth in the basement quarters day and night. In the three-plus years and three pregnancies that he sheltered her, only her Dom had seen her.
He’d gotten her pregnant within a few weeks of her arrival in her quarters. Probability worked to his advantage. He’d fucked her in every hole for hours on end, always cumming in her cunt no matter how he began using her. She worried at first about hygiene, with his thick cock working into her asshole before he exploded cum into her cunt. She was fearful to mention this, but eventually did, enduring a prolonged flogging on her ass for her impertinence.
But he was not unreasonable. Even though he punished her, he adjusted his use of her. He no longer fucked her cunt immediately after fucking her asshole. From that flogging on, he moved from fucking her asshole to fucking her mouth, always, so she had to clean his cock before he fucked her cunt and filled her with his cum.
The lipstick smelling vaguely of her own asshole was nothing compared to the taste of her own anal juices at every encounter.
At first, Anaïs marveled at his stamina and quick recovery. He could use her five or six times, let her sleep, and then take her another four times before returning to his home above her.
Sometimes she heard muffled voices over her head, and his heavy boots balanced by a lighter tread, perhaps someone in bare feet. She never asked.
After she was pregnant the first time, he ignored her naked body for months. He provided her good meals, sensible beverages, clean bed linens, and a few little treats.
He delivered a steady supply of erotica and hardcore porn to her. But he barely touched her tits or ran his hand into her cunt during his visits. And at her first pregnancy he instituted a standing order: she was never to touch herself, to toy with her clit or touch her own cunt lips.
And then, when her belly was pronounced and she took on the shape that goaded his cock to hard attention, he started using her again, every day.
She became accustomed to his routine. With the arrival of breakfast, he fucked her. He returned at what she assumed was mid-morning to fuck her again. A few hours later he appeared with lunch and he fucked her. And then he brought her an early dinner and fucked her for an hour or so.
She assumed nighttime fell when he came down the stairs wearing only his boxer briefs. And then he fucked her several times throughout the night, sometimes sleeping next to her and sometimes going back upstairs. He thought nothing of waking her in deep sleep to force her mouth around his cock, to pump his cum onto her growing belly.
Several times a week he bathed her and then fucked her in the tub-shower of the makeshift bathroom he’d built in the basement. He made her shower and lather her body as he watched. And then he fucked her in the shower, too.
Anaïs grew to expect to be awash in his cum, knowing it would leak from her asshole and cunt in nearly the same quantities that her tit milk leaked from her massive tits.
And then, an odd feeling stirred in her.
Near the end of her first pregnancy, she realized something that nearly made her cum without even touching her own painfully ignored clit.
She looked forward to his visits.
Remember, as with ALL my Amazon.com content, you can PM me for an extended preview. Enjoy! Peace out
