Finishing off with amber

Your cock is still slick with Amber's juices as you pull out of her, watching her pussy clench around nothing, desperate to be filled again. She's slumped over the desk, her swollen tits pressed flat against the polished wood, her tight secretary skirt hiked up around her waist. The thong you'd made her wear is nothing but a wet, twisted string now, lost between the lips of her dripping cunt.

"That's it, Amber," you grunt, giving her ass a sharp slap. "Clean yourself up. We've got work to do."

She trembles, nodding, as she slowly pushes herself upright. Her tits sway, heavy and full, and you can see the wet patch on her blouse where her nipples have been leaking. She's a perfect little secretary, always ready, always eager to please.

Tilly the student is still on the couch fingers between her thighs waiting for her plug.

Tilly freezes on the threshold, her eyes wide. She's in full schoolgirl uniform—a tight white blouse unbuttoned to show the top of her small breasts, a tartan skirt so short it barely covers the curve of her ass. Her knee-high socks are pristine, a stark contrast to the debauched scene in front of her.

"On your knees," you command.

Tilly doesn't hesitate. She sinks to her knees on the hardwood floor, the case forgotten beside her. You step closer, your cock inches from her face. She knows what to do. They all know what to do.

Her mouth opens, and she takes you in. She's desperate and eager, her tongue working frantically as she swallows you deep. You can feel her throat convulse as she tries not to gag. Her hands grip your thighs, her nails digging in.

You let her suck you clean, her saliva mixing with Amber's wetness. Her lips are pink and wet around your shaft, her eyes watering but fixed on yours. You can see the fear and the submission in them. She wants to be good. She wants to please you.

"Enough," you say, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. "Get the plug in. Then get out."

She scrambles for the case, her cheeks flushed. Amber takes over, bending Tilly over the desk, pulling her skirt up to reveal her bare ass. She's not wearing underwear, just an anal plug already in place. Amber pulls it out, Tilly whimpering, and slides the new one in. It's bigger, and Tilly moans, a sound of pain and submission.

As she leaves, her skirt still hiked up, you turn to Amber. "What's next on the schedule?"

She's already dressed, smoothing her skirt down. "The breeding program, sir. The breeder wants to show you how the new batch is progressing."

Your cock stirs again. The breeding program. The barn full of fertile bodies, locked and ready.

You follow the breeder into the barn. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and sex, the sound of moans a constant chorus. The first thing you see is the rows of shackled girls. Naked, their bodies spread and exposed. They're not human anymore. They're just holes, waiting to be filled.

The breeder is a large man, his hands calloused. He grins at you, pointing to the first girl. She's young, with wide hips and heavy breasts. Her wrists are cuffed to a bar above her head, her ankles spread wide. The shackles have rubbed her skin raw.

"We've been preparing her all morning," he says, grabbing a metal rod with a dildo on the end. It's slick with lubricant. "Look at that pussy. Dripping for it."

He presses the dildo against her cunt, and she bucks, a desperate moan escaping her lips. He slides it in slowly, watching her face contort. Then he presses a button, and the dildo squirts a thick, warm liquid into her. Semen. Her body shudders.

"Injection first," he explains, pulling out. He takes a needle, jabs it into her thigh. "Makes her ovulate. Then the real fun begins."

He fucks her again with the rod, this time longer, the dildo pulsing in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. He squeezes her tits, hard, and she cries out.

"She'll be pregnant by the end of the week," he says, laughing. "We're doing five a day."

He moves to the next girl, already on her knees, waiting. You walk past them, past the rows of helpless bodies, to the milking station.

The girls here are different. Their tits are enormous, swollen and hard, locked into milking machines. The machines are suctioning, pulling at their nipples, drawing thin streams of milk into tubes. The girls are moaning, some crying, their eyes glassy.

The breeder takes one girl's tit in his hand, lifting it. It's heavy, the skin stretched tight. "We give them an injection, doubles their tit size. More milk. Better product."

He laughs again. "Sometimes we turn down their food tubes. Makes 'em hungry. Desperate. They'll do anything for a mouthful of cum."

The girl's eyes lock onto your cock. Her mouth opens, her tongue lolling out. She's begging. Pleading.

You can feel your cock throbbing. You want to fuck her. You want to fill her mouth, her cunt, her ass. You want to use her until she's nothing but a wet, crying mess.