Being branded as a breeding cow... (Broken +3)

Lila's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered to her darkest desires. She imagined herself stripped of her identity, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for male pleasure. In her mind's eye, she saw herself branded with the mark of the Broken - a scarlet "B" seared into the flesh of her lower back.

The fantasy unfolded in vivid detail. Lila pictured herself in one of the state breeding farms, a sprawling complex of concrete and steel designed for the sole purpose of producing the next generation of compliant citizens. She was bent over a cold metal frame, her wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps. Her breasts, heavy and swollen with milk, hung beneath her like ripe fruit.

A complex network of tubes and suction cups engulfed her nipples, the rhythmic pulsing of the milking machine sending waves of sensation through her body. Each pull of the device drew a whimper from her lips, a mixture of discomfort and shameful arousal. The steady drip-drip-drip of her milk into waiting containers provided a lewd soundtrack to her debasement.

Behind her, a faceless man in the uniform of a state breeder gripped her hips with bruising ****. His cock, thick and unyielding, plunged into her over and over again. Lila's inner walls clenched around him, her body betraying her with its eagerness to be filled. She was nothing more than a receptacle now, a warm, wet hole to be used and discarded.

In her fantasy, Lila's mind had long since shattered under the relentless **** of pleasure and pain. Her eyes, once sharp and defiant, were now glassy and unfocused. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, a thin trail of drool running down her chin as she panted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Gone were the days of articulate speeches and cutting wit - now she communicated only in grunts and whimpers.

The man's pace increased, his grunts growing louder as he approached his climax. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Lila felt the hot rush of his seed flooding her womb, her body greedily milking him for every last drop. It was her purpose now, her only value - to be bred like livestock, to carry the next generation of the Patriarchy.

As the fantasy reached its crescendo, Lila's back arched off the bed, her fingers working furiously between her legs. She came with a strangled cry, waves of pleasure crashing over her even as revulsion and self-loathing twisted in her gut. Her body shuddered through the aftershocks, tears of shame and confused arousal leaking from the corners of her eyes.