In retrospect, Risi shouldn’t have bought a dildo at such an out-of-the-way shop. She had come to the store with her fellow lesbian friends, exploring, laughing at the crystals in the shop windows, the smell of incense inside, the books of new-age magic on the shelves.
“How much for the dildo?” she had laughed, pointing at the phallic black object on the shelf.
“It’s not a dildo,” the cute blonde shopgirl frowned. “It’s a fertility idol, a powerful one that should be respected.”
“Okay, sure,” said Risi, as her friends giggled. “I’d like to buy this ‘fertility idol’ so I can have a good time with it tonight in bed.”
The girl glowered, but then her mouth twisted in a nasty sneer, and she took Risi’s money. That night, Risi did indeed fuck herself with the object – it felt smooth and cool in her pussy, and it brought her to a very nice orgasm – and she felt asleep with it embedded in her cunt.
She thought little of it for a week, until her body reached the most fertile part of its menstrual cycle. She woke one morning with the sudden, desperate need to fuck the object. She fell out of bed, desperately feeling for it, and as soon as she had her hands on it, she pushed it into her pussy, sighing with relief as it fit into her cunt – which she now realised was inexplicably dripping wet. Her tits felt swollen and sensitive, too.
She had more urges. She found herself showering while fucking herself with the object, then standing nude in front of her bathroom mirror and applying whorish makeup, still intermittently masturbating as she did so.
She began to realise with a certain horror that she was not in control of herself at all. Rather, the idol was in control – and a fertility idol it truly was – and that by stuffing it up her slutty pussy on that first night she had in some way activated its power.
Face painted like a prostitute, she found her way to the lounge, where she sat on the couch, spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and began to really work the idol in and out of her fuckhole. There was a confused, desperate look on her face – she was genuinely unable to control what she was doing, but the sensations it was producing were real. She felt like she was losing her intelligence in a haze of lust.
She thought surely she would cum soon, and then she would feel better – but as she reached for that orgasm, she realised she was unable to summon it. In fact, she realised with growing horror, there was only one thing that would provoke that orgasm, and although she could not explain her knowledge, she knew that that thing was the feeling of a man ejaculating into her fertile womb.
“Nooo…” she moaned. Risi was a lesbian. She had never fucked a man. She had never wanted to fuck a man. That was why she had felt safe to not be on birth control. But she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum a lot. She made a choking sound of misery as she worked the idol in and out of her cunt frantically.
Her need to cum intertwined with the urges of the idol. She picked up her phone, and took a selfie of herself, naked, whore-faced, spread-cunted, her hand working a phallus into her slut-nest while her eyes conveyed desperate lust. She worked through her phone and found the name of a male acquaintance – one she hated, she realised with despair – and sent him the picture, accompanied by the text, “I need to be raped. Not a joke. Are you free?”
She had hoped that would be enough, but she proceeded through her phone, contacting another fifteen men. The message was almost the same – with a slight change to “*when* are you free”, so she could schedule any further responses in sequence to allow her to be repeatedly raped until the end of her fertile period.
She wondered what would happen after she was impregnated. Would the idol leave her alone? Or would it make her udders swell large with milk until they leaked, and put her in heat again and again throughout her pregnancy, making a round-bellied big-titted bitch of her for every man who knew her? Would it end when she gave birth, or would she go right back to lusting for another impregnation?
She moaned and kept fucking herself with the phallus. She knew what she was going to do as soon as she got control of herself – she was going to go right back to that bitch of a hippy shopkeeper and rape *her* with the idol. Turnabout was fair play, after all…
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