Becoming a breeder.

Winny is stunned, frozen in place.

“The breeders are a vital part of our operations,” Miss Swift continues. “They are crucial for breeding experimental subjects, to expand our understanding of the monsters. Their wombs also supply us with those monsters that can be trained to help us in the fight against their wild kin. What they are NOT, Winifred, is toys for your pleasure.”

She gives Winny a long, appraising look. “I think you need a better understanding of the crucial role the breeders play in our work. Henceforth you are relieved of your duties as project manager. Instead, you will serve the project in a more active role: as one of the breeders.”

Winny clearly can’t believe what she’s just heard. You moan at the sight, pumping your improvised jade dildo harder.

“This is for your own good, Winifred,” the Headmistress continues. “If you can keep control of yourself, your willpower will be honed. After a year or two of birthings, we’ll see if you have proved that you can control these licentious urges that have so marred your career. If you have, I’ll gladly accept you back into the sisterhood of monster hunters.”

“You bitch!” Winny yells suddenly. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Do not make a distasteful display, Winifred.”

Winny ignores her. “Don’t think I don’t know what this is about! Everybody screws the breeder sluts, it’s one of the perks of working in the project. After all, fucking’s what they’re there for! Every man down there’s dipped their wick in the choicest ones! As long as they only get knocked up by the monsters, who cares?! So I took it a little further? Big deal! I’ve heard rumours about what you did when you were in charge there!”

She bangs her hand on this table. “No, this is about your little plan, isn’t it? You want to breed monster hybrids with my abilities! I should have known when I turned down your offer you’d try something like this! Well, if you think I’m just going to let you fill my womb with monster babies you’ve got another thing coming! I’m going to–”

Suddenly, Miss Swift leans forward and snaps a collar round Winny’s neck. “This will supress your domination ability, Winifred. It is also,” she adds warningly, “a shock collar. If you continue this undignified display, I won’t hesitate to use it.”

Winny seems to believe her threat – or maybe she’s just too angry to speak. Miss Swift presses a button under her desk and a young man in a lab coat comes in. “Steven, take these two breeders down to the pens and prepare them for their next mating.”

You stand up, placing the jade statuette back on her desk. It’s now slick with your juices. Miss Swift gives it a disgusted look. You walk to Steven, ready to go.

After a moment, Winny follows you. She gives one last glance back at Miss Swift, her eyes full of hatred.