A Designer Breed

Cool air blew between Amy's legs as she followed behind the farm hand that led her towards the big house. The vet had just declared her ready to breed again and had removed her chastity belt, leaving Amy to shuffle and shimmy in a way she'd been unable to in over a year, since before she'd been impregnated. She marveled at the mound of pubic hair that had gown in the months since she'd last been shaved. It nearly covered her entire vulva, leaving just the little corners of her labia sticking out.

Amy watched the busy life of the farm hum along as she was led along the lane, between pastures and yards. Studs, sows, and farm hands moved around and together as they exercised, worked, and rested.

Around the back of the house, Amy was led into a side building, about the size of a garage that was separated from the main complex. Made of sheet metal and wood, it looked exactly the same as any of the other dozens of sheds and out barns scattered across the farm. Inside were several other women in a small corral, milling about as farm hands checked files and moved about. All of the slaves showed signs of being veteran cows here at the farm, showing one or two tattoos on their forehead or ass indicating how many times they'd been bred. Some had piercings and brands different from Amy's own, she guessed they must have been bought from different farms or auctions. All were covered in the dirt, dust, and cum that came with being a breeding **** here on the stud farm.

Amy's farm hand opened up the door, and pulled her inside the corral, unhooking her leash before he turned, closed the gate, and locked it. Amy watched as he disappeared around the corner, into another room.