Stalk, rape, impregnate

He has been watching her for years, obsessed. One evening, he abducts her in a park, binds her, and rapes her with a single, coldly calculated goal: to impregnate her. Afterward, he leaves her, but with an internal insurance policy—an inflatable plug designed to ensure his seed remains inside her to fertilize her. In the following months, he continues to stalk her, delighting in her growing belly. His plan was a success, and he has become the "father of their family."

Tags - Stalking, Abduction, Bondage, Gagging & Blindfolding, Rape, Impregnation / Breeding, Inflatable plug, Vaginal sex, Creampie

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The cold September air pushed through the open window of the old Ford, but Henry barely noticed it, his gaze fixed on the glass doors of the office building while he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Any moment now. Just a few more minutes and he would see her again. Evelyn.

It was exactly 5:28 PM. In two minutes, she would come out, just like every other workday for the past three years. She would go around the corner to the small bakery, buy a cinnamon roll for breakfast—never anything else—and then head home the long way through the city park. He knew her every step, every habit, every breath. He had thousands of her photos on his phone. Photos from her Instagram, where she smiled with friends on vacation in Croatia. Photos he had secretly taken of her as she sat on a bench in that same park, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her gaze lost in a book. He knew she loved historical novels and hated coffee with milk. He knew she went to yoga on Wednesday nights and called her mother on Sundays.

He knew everything about her, but she knew nothing about him. To her, he was just that weirdo from high school who had embarrassed himself in front of everyone. That memory burned in his stomach like acid. He had stood there before her, in front of her whole group of stuck-up friends, with sweaty palms and a bouquet in his hand, and she had laughed in his face. "You and me? Please, look at yourself," she had said, loud enough for everyone to hear. That laughter haunted his dreams.

But did he hate her for it? No. Never. The humiliation only strengthened his obsession. It transformed a childish crush into something darker, deeper. Something that completely consumed him. She didn't understand. She didn't see who he really was, what he would do for her. But she would understand soon. Tonight. Tonight, everything would change. Tonight, she would get to know him.

The digital clock on the dashboard flipped to 5:37 PM, and Henry's fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, a quiet, rhythmic sound in the otherwise dead silence of the car. Seven minutes late. That didn't happen often. His heart began to beat a little faster, a mixture of irritation and anxiety. A disruption. He hated when something disrupted his... her routine.

It must be because of that idiot, Susan. Her colleague. Henry knew her name, her face from photos at company parties that Evelyn occasionally liked on Facebook. She always had such a vacant, incompetent look in her eyes. He'd bet she'd messed something up again, some spreadsheet or an order, and left it for Evelyn to clean up after her. It was always like that. Evelyn was too good, too conscientious to just let it go. She let herself be used, and it drove Henry crazy. He would never let her suffer like this. He would take care of everyone who wronged her.

Finally, the glass doors opened. Henry immediately straightened up, his whole body tensing in anticipation. But it wasn't her. It was just an older man from accounting, rushing to his car, hiding his bald spot under a baseball cap. Henry snorted and leaned back against the seat again, his fingers gripping the worn leather of the steering wheel even tighter. Patience. He had waited for years. A few extra minutes wouldn't kill him. Tonight, it would all be worth it. Evelyn is ovulating, today is the right, fateful time. Today, everything will work out.