Gene Therapy - Dose 04B

She hesitantly moved across the room toward Brad. "It's okay dear, Brad needs to know that you're the one in charge here, not him." She was more steady in her actions as she firmly pulled the zip tie tight. "Okay Mary, come on back."

I moved closer to the tied-up Brad, giving him a firm glare. "You're a piece of trash Brad. You're not a man Brad, you never grew up from being an entitled brat. Your whole life has been wasted on you. When you finally get something good in your life, Mary, you shit all over her just like you shit all over everything else."

Brad's expression was conflicted, his strong façade cracking. He couldn't help but to accept everything I said as the truth. His carefully constructed ego was falling apart as he had to come to terms with what I was telling him about himself. "What are you Brad?"

He didn't look at me. "I'm worthless trash."

I leaned closer. "Your parents named you Bradley Samuel Richardson, but what did you do to that name? What does your name mean now?"

His voice cracked. "I shit all over it. Now it just means trash."

"Are you even a real man Brad?"

He looked down at the floor. "No... I'm not."

I stood back up. "Last question for now, Brad. Did you treat Mary the way she deserved to be treated?"

He sobbed then, his voice breaking with tears. "No... I treated her like trash... The way I should be treated."

I walked back over to Mary, who seemed a bit sad to see Brad that way. She grabbed on to my waist when I reached her. "Okay Brad, it's time for you to get a good look at what you've been despoiling."

I turned back to Mary, reaching around with both hands to grasp the zipper at the base of her neck. "Let's take off all these clothes, shall we?"

Mary smiled, holding her arms out to the side as I slid the fine dress' zipper down her back. Once it was down, she shrugged her shoulders, allowing the silken fabric to fall down to her feet. She was wearing a very nice set of pink lingerie, complete with garter belt holding up her stockings. The lace between her legs was a deeper shade, obviously wet from her arousal. I reached around her again with one arm, deftly unclasping the taunt strap of her bra.

I gingerly lifted the thin straps over her shoulders, pulling them aside so that the bra's straps hung loose beneath her arms. Finally, I pulled the smooth lace cups down, away from where they were still held by the crease of her breasts. The fine bra dropped to the floor to join the dress. Her large breasts had rosy pink areolae with nipples that were slightly sunken into the soft flesh of her breasts. As I watched, the cool air of the room caused the fine flesh of her areolae to shrivel, causing her nipples to point out more prominently than before.

I reached out and cupped one breast, lifting the smooth orb to get a feel for its weight. They did seem to fit her figure well, but were quite large. I turned my head to Brad as I continued to heft one breast, and reached out a hand to begin playing with a firm nipple. "I bet you never appreciated these beauties, did you? Never stopped to appreciate their firm mass, their perky round shape, or these delightful nipples."

Mary moaned lightly at my ministration, and Brad's eyes widened in jealousy as he watched. "Are you jealous, Brad? If you had treated Mary like you should have, you could have been the one holding her now."

Brad nodded, a look of loss tinged with anger plastered on his face as he was helpless to do anything, and unsure of what to do if he could.

I bent down and kissed one of the nipples, sucking the firm nub into my mouth playfully for a moment before releasing it and standing straight. "Mary dear, you may not care for your height, but sometimes it can be quite nice... particularly when it comes to the bedroom."

I placed one hand on her side, roving around to feel her hip, her ass, and her thigh, before finally settling atop the fabric covering her sex. "Brad, you shouldn't be jealous, you never possessed her, and never will. She allows you to be with her, you can be close to her only so much as she allows."

I turned to Mary, leaning close to her face. "Always remember that you are your own person, that you have your own power. Nobody owns you, instead you give to Brad—or anyone else—a taste of your bounty, but only so much that it pleases you." I kissed her then, lightly but with purpose.

I pulled back, watching her eyes and flushed face as I slid my hand up over the damp fabric of her panties to the waistband, sliding my fingers inside and down to cup her moist flesh. I slipped my middle finger between the wet petals to rub it lightly up and down her slit, alternatively teasing the tip of her clit and the sensitive flesh surrounding her entrance.

Mary closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly as she began to moan. I turned once again to Brad. "If you are good, if you work to become more than a piece of trash, and if you treat her like she is precious to you, she may share her treasures with you again."

I released her breast, and used both hands to tug her soaked panties down. I knelt as I brought the fabric all the way to the floor, then held the backs of her pumps so that she could step neatly out of them along with the pile of clothes. She stood, a step away with dripping-moist thighs and flushed face, wearing only the stockings and garter belt. I picked up the wet panties, and carried them over to Brad.

I held them in front of his eyes before rubbing the fabric across his face, leaving a smear of nectar that shined in the artificial light. "Do you see how aroused—how wet—a woman becomes when you treat her properly? I doubt you've seen it before; I also doubt that you've ever given a woman a proper orgasm. Why is that?"

His face was a mix of conflicting emotions, sadness, jealousy, self-hatred, amazement, lust. "I've never treated a woman properly. I've always been a selfish brat, and I only thought about myself."

I tossed the wet panties onto his lap and returned to Mary. "There is good news, Brad. You can change, grow up some. Fortunately for you, Mary is a very compassionate woman. I think she might give you another chance, to let you prove that you can be more than trash."

Brad started begging Mary. "I'm so, so, sorry Mary. Please give me another chance to please you, I swear I'll do everything for you."

I gave a subtle nod to Mary, who turned to look down at Brad. "I think that I might give you another chance, but it will be the last one."

Brad smiled widely through tears. "Thank you! I understand now, so you can release me. I'll do my best to please you right away, so you don't need to do this with him."

I stayed quiet, watching, and let Mary make her own decision. "No. Right now I want David. It's your fault that you've never been a real man for me, I will give you a chance to be one, but not right now. I don't want to wait until you're good enough." She grasped her wet sex firmly with one hand. "David is a real man, and that's what I need right now." Whether moving her hand to pleasure herself was coincidental, or meant to illustrate what Mary needed, it drove the point home.

Brad sullenly looked down, resigned to what was going to happen and knowing it was his own fault.

I started undoing the buttons of my dress shirt, and Mary kneeled down to start opening my pants before looking at Brad again. "Don't look away Brad. You need to watch him please me so that you'll know what you need to do."

Brad looked back at us, forced to watch something he absolutely didn't want to see. Mary let my pants drop to the floor as I started to ease my shirt down off my arms. She immediately noticed the large bulge in my boxers, and was shocked at its size. She reached out to touch it gently, before jerking my boxers down in a rush to see it directly. My dick immediately flew upwards after being set free, wobbling up and down afterwards. It stood proudly next to Mary's cheek, with precum already starting to ooze out of the tip.

Mary reached out to touch it reverently, using only her fingertips until she became bolder and grasped it. Brad's eyes were wide with shock, surprised at the size of my nine-inch member. Mary opened her mouth wide and engulfed my head, making a muffled "mmmm" sound as she tasted me.

Mary pulled back, licking her lips before announcing to Brad "wow! I never knew dick could taste so good."

Precum was still oozing, building into a large precarious droplet hanging from my head. Mary rushed to open her mouth, sticking out her tongue as if she was catching rain, and captured the droplet before it could fall. She resumed her explorations, swishing the clear fluid around in her mouth to taste it better. She started touching my nuts, wide-eyed as she marveled their size. She eventually moved closer to start smelling and licking, my member pushed upward as it sat atop her head.

While Mary had started kissing the individual testicles she isolated with her hands, I turned to Brad. "So Brad, we know that Mary isn't on birth control. Do you want me to wear a condom?"

Brad looked startled, perhaps realizing for the first time the danger of me getting her pregnant. "Yes! You have to wear a condom! She might get pregnant."

I shook my head at brad, while Mary moved backward and started licking the precum from my dick. "Wrong answer Brad, you're getting off to a rocky start here. It's Mary's choice whether I wear a condom, not yours. Maybe she wants to feel me cum inside her, maybe she wants me to knock her up. Whatever the reason, it's her choice. And you know what? It's your job to support her choice, you should want what she wants."

Mary paused then, still holding my member with two hands, to look up at me. "I don't want you to wear a condom. I want to feel it as you cum as deep inside me as you can. It's close enough to the right time, so I hope you put enough in me that it's still there when an egg comes. I want you to knock me up, just like you said."

I smiled down at her. "Absolutely Mary, I'll give you exactly what you want."

The distraught Brad let out a whining "Noo..."

I grasped Mary's hands, and helped her stand in preparation for laying her on the bed. "Brad, not your choice, remember? If she wants me to get her pregnant, then even if it isn't what you want, you need to support her. Who knows though, maybe if you're good, and you beg nicely enough, she'll let you try to scoop the cum out of her pussy."

He watched as I laid Mary down on the bed, mounting her with my cock poised to plunge into her hungry pussy. Mary didn't want to wait anymore, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me towards her. I complied, thrusting forcefully until I rammed into her cervix. I pulled outward quickly, running into her legs that hadn't caught up, before slamming downward again.

This time when I hit her cervix, I felt her begin to shudder with orgasm. Before I made much progress on my outward stroke, her legs caught up and squeezed hard until I was once-again nestled against her cervix. She kept squeezing tight, and I felt her open cervix bend inward as she forced my cockhead to push hard against it.

I pushed against her legs, moving upward and outward, before allowing gravity and the force of her legs slam me back inside her. Once again I rammed her poor cervix, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from her. She was squeezing me tightly, her pussy clamping down hungrily even as her legs continued to try and push me deeper. I fought against her to start making some short-but-hard thrusts. This kicked off another orgasm, causing her to scream in ecstasy and clamp her legs across me in a death-grip.

The tight force burying me inside her brought me over the edge; I came hard through her open cervix. Her orgasm went into overdrive as I spayed surge after surge of fertile semen into her womb. I felt it flood and swell, as cum struggled to flow down her narrow fallopian tubes to soak her ovaries.

This hadn't been my plan, I had intended on pulling most of the way out and merely filling her vagina with cum. Some would certainly pour into her womb, but not as much as I was pumping directly into it right now. Being a wealthy heiress, I thought that having five or more of my children in a row would be a bad idea. After a thorough insemination like this, she could count on at least five—quite possibly more—unless she took the right kind of birth control. By limiting my insemination, I had hoped to leave her with only two or three. Her legs had other ideas though, squeezing me into her as deep as possible, demanding that I fill her womb.

[To this day, I still don't know the length of time a woman can get pregnant after I inseminate her thoroughly. It seems that the more frequently a woman falls pregnant, the longer my sperm remains virile inside her. I know that with a single ejaculation of semen forced directly into her womb, a woman that bears one of my children, but stays on birth control religiously with no accidental pregnancies afterward, the odds of her catching drop rapidly after five years, being nearly zero by six. That same single insemination in a woman who bears several of my children, however, will immediately fertilize any egg she ovulates six years later. No missed eggs, as with the woman on consistent birth control. Seven years is the limit of my knowledge, but it seems the trend is holding firm. Multiple inseminations seem to increase this span in women who have few children, but I've yet to reach the limit of time a single insemination remains fertile in heavy breeders, so I can't determine the effect of multiple inseminations on them.]

Even after Mary's womb was stuffed with cum, and her orgasm was in vicious bloom, she refused to release her hold on me. Her strong desire to be impregnated caused her to instinctually keep me inside her, only knowing that she needed to keep my deeply-planted seed from escaping.

As she screamed out her pleasure in a staccato beat with her breathing, I looked over at Brad. He was staring wide-eyed at Mary, surprised by her screaming pleasure, but shocked by her efforts to take me as deep as possible. "You see Brad, she really needed this. If you had been a man, you would have been the one giving it to her. But you didn't even know she needed it, did you?"

He kept staring, saying "no... I didn't know..." softly.

I was enjoying the undulating motions of Mary's pussy trying in vain to draw me deeper inside. "Maybe Brad, if you do change, and you take Mary's gift of a second chance seriously, you'll be able to give her your own child. Maybe, just maybe, mine won't take, and she'll need your help sooner rather than later."

He nodded, gaining a slight glint of determination in his eyes.

"But I'm warning you Brad, being a man includes being a good father. If you don't love each child she births into this world like you love her, she will know. She will drop you like trash, and find a man who will. Whether each of her children are yours, or none of them are, you must cherish them. Do you understand?"

Brad was growing more resolute. "I do understand. I will be the man she deserves, even if she doesn't want my children."

Mary was coming down from the intense pleasure, and looked over lovingly at Brad. "I'm so glad to hear that Brad." She paused as some moans escaped. "Be my man Brad, be the father to my children, and I think I'll allow you to place your own children inside me too."

Brad nodded vigorously, and Mary started to release her legs. I was too worked up after spending several minutes in the undulating grip of her pussy to just stop. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, her knees bent over them. I started to pound into her vigorously, making a long stroke outward before impaling her once again.

Her cervix was closing, but I could feel the consistency of her lubricant change as the jarring impacts of my cock on her cervix forced a tiny portion of cum out of her womb. I kept it up for several minutes, focused more on my own pleasure than the screams of Mary and whatever Brad was doing.

When my pleasure finally built to the point of no return, I started my ejaculation in my favorite position: nestled deep against a cervix. After only a couple sprays that made little progress through her narrowed cervix, I pulled outward, positioning my head in the vestibule of her pussy.

I continued cumming, pumping her canal full of my thick white semen. Her pussy opened to accommodate the ounce after ounce of cum, holding it greedily as my powerful orgasm finally wound down. I kept her legs up, her pussy angled so that gravity kept it from leaking.

I looked at her face as her orgasm again reached the stratosphere, the chemicals of my semen making the tremendous pleasure inevitable. Her pussy squeezed hard, and I allowed it to pull my cock another inch or two inside her. It made an effective seal against the force of her vaginal contractions that would have sprayed my cum out of her otherwise.

When she was finally coherent again, a content smile on her face in between the contortions of pleasure from her continuing orgasm, I asked loud enough for Brad to hear. "So Mary, I gave you two gigantic loads of cum. Your womb is packed full, and it isn't going to let any sperm escape. But what would you like to do with the cum filling your pussy? I could position a pillow so you can keep it inside you longer. You could let Brad clean it out of you as a reward, or just let it slowly run out on its own. What would you like?"

She thought about it for a moment, weighing the other possibilities against the comfort of keeping it inside her. She finally made a choice, looking over at Brad with a grin. "I think I'll let him try to clean it out."

I took her hand, and positioned it so that as I drew out of her she was able to clamp it over her pussy. Her legs were still up, and the cum had thickened, so it was really only a precaution or preparation in case she wanted to move. I stood up next to the bed. "Okay Mary, how would you like to do it? I've got scissors right over here."

She gave me a devilish grin. "Don't use the scissors, just turn Brad's chair onto its back on the floor, so that his head is facing the ceiling." I couldn't quite tell if she was planning a reward or punishment for Brad, perhaps a little of both.

I walked over to his chair, and gripped the high back. Both of them couldn't help but stare as my member bobbed along the way. "Okay Brad, do you want to help Mary?"

He gave a firm nod. "Yes, please."

I pulled on the chair, rotating it back onto its rear legs, before continuing the rest of the way until the headrest laid on the floor. Brad was subjected to a messy view as my nectar-soaked cock bobbed around over his face on the way down.

I stood back, and looked at Mary, who was clamping her pussy tightly. She lowered her legs and slid on the bed to stand up next to it in one quick motion. She hurried, slightly bow-legged, over to Brad with a hand from the front and back pressed firmly against her vulva.

When she reached Brad, she stood over him with her feet on either side of the chair next to his head, and her ass pointed toward his legs. She looked down and smiled at Brad, before dropping down into a squat. When the hands covering her cunt were brushing against Brad's face, she removed the hand coming around from the front, and used it to steady herself by grabbing Brad's hair. She lowered slightly, pushing the hand wrapping around her rear against Brad's mouth, while his nose was touching her clit.

She looked down, talking to the top of Brad's head, his face mostly hidden by her crotch. "Open wide, Brad. You need to suck my pussy clean, and I don't want you to spill anything, understand?"

Brad must have answered by stretching his mouth open. Mary quickly pulled away the last hand, and dropped half an inch so that her weight was resting on Brad. His nose was buried in her slit, pressing hard against her clit. I watched his eyes open wide and then squeeze tightly shut as the first large glob of semen must have oozed into his mouth.