Broken...

The man's grunts grew louder and more urgent as his thrusts became erratic. Lila could feel his cock swelling inside her, his heavy balls tightening against her thighs. This was it - the point of no return.

Vivid images flashed through Lila's mind: her belly swollen with the stranger's child, stumbling through filthy streets as men used her body at will. She saw herself cast out by her family, stripped of status and dignity. The caste of the Broken awaited her - a life of endless breeding and degradation.

Yet even as her rational mind screamed in protest, Lila's body betrayed her. Her inner walls clenched around the man's pulsing shaft, milking him for his seed. "Please," she whimpered. "Fill me up!"

With a bestial roar, the man slammed into her one final time. His cock erupted, painting her insides with thick ropes of cum. Lila cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

The man pulled out abruptly, leaving Lila feeling achingly empty. She slumped against the wall, his seed trickling down her thighs. Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothing as he tucked himself away.

"Thanks for the fuck, slut," he chuckled, giving her ass a harsh slap before unlocking the door. "Enjoy your new life."

The door slammed shut, leaving Lila alone with the consequences of her actions. She sank to the grimy floor, body wracked with sobs as the full weight of what she'd done crashed over her.

In the weeks that followed, Lila's worst fears were realized. The missed period, the telltale nausea - there was no denying her condition. When her father discovered her pregnancy, his rage knew no bounds. She was cast out onto the streets, stripped of every privilege and protection.

Lila found herself in the breeding camps, just another nameless vessel for male pleasure. Her once-pristine skin was marred by crude tattoos marking her as property of the state. Days blurred together in an endless cycle of violation and degradation.

As her belly swelled with child, Lila was moved to the birthing pens. She labored alongside countless other fallen women, bringing new life into a world that valued them only for their wombs. No sooner was the babe wrenched from her arms than she was bred again, ensuring a steady supply of new citizens for the Patriarchy.

Years passed, and Lila's mind fractured under the constant ****. The fiery feminist she had once been was little more than a fading memory. She existed now only to serve, to breed, to submit. And as she lay spread-eagled in a filthy alley, another nameless man rutting between her thighs, Lila finally surrendered the last vestiges of her former self...