A Human Breeding Kennel

You were sitting at your computer the following day. The promise of last night still weighed on you. It was heavy. After all, it wasn't as though the thought of her getting knocked up was so bad. You'd wanted a family for awhile, and Doe would be the perfect one to have one with. It was the "Other People" part of the description that gave you anxiety.

That was how you arrived at the idea of a breeding service. Some kind of impersonal organization designed to knock women up. By making it an entity as opposed to a person, that meant that there wasn't a person she could latch on to instead of you. Her getting impregnated would be almost...rote.

Sure enough there was some services, but many of them had problems. Partly it was the low rent ones. No, Chad the stud was not an organization you would sign up for. Others were weirder. No, traveling to Germany to have your wife banged in essential oils by a German sex cult did not sound like a good time.

It was while looking through website after website that you ended up on the front page of a website that advertised itself as a human breeding kennel. A video popped up on a screen.

It featured a naked human woman, a live human woman, on all fours. She was wearing a leather device that looked like a dog's muzzle and had a leather dog collar around her neck. It was connected by a chain leash to a large wooden tether point. Her hands and feet were locked down into a position on all fours by a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs connected to the ground.

The camera panned out, and it showed a naked man behind her, pumping his cock into her exposed pussy. She was barking like a dog every time he thrusted forward.

The camera panned out again. Now it showed that surounding her were entire rows of women in the exact same position. Bound up and looked exactly like dogs. They were all barking and whimpering pathetically in need as they were fucked by row after row of men. The camera shifted to the side, showing a cage full of muzzled and collared women, only in their case, they all seemed to have one thing in common. Slight baby bumps. That was when a logo appeared on the screen.

But, before you could even react to what you'd just seen, you noticed someone behind you. Doe was just standing there, with one hand on your chair and her mouth agape. Some of her long black hair had fallen over her face obscuring it partly. But, even still the shock and enraptured focus on her face was unmistakable. That video had an effect on her.

"That. I want that."

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