Follow Eliza

Eliza groaned. She found her feet under her and looked around. She was standing, gagged, shackled, and nude with her arms above her, in what felt like a shipping container. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating the dark blue metal walls. The only other things she could see in the room was a table with an open folder and a VR headset and an office chair. In the folder was a form with her name along the top. As she read, she saw a cold, clinical description of herself.

ELIZA [NLN]

Blonde (natural), brown eyes, White (euro-American)

No glasses, no evidence of surgeries

Measurements: 36F, 42-33-48

Fertility: no known birth control, no evidence of prior births, follicular phase

Intellect: ________

Lactation: ________

Her attention was drawn away from the paper as she started reading the results of what must have been an extensive set of blood tests. A massively pregnant woman was closing and bolting the door to the container. She was wearing a lab coat, but nothing else. The outfit, if you could call it that, was obscene. The lab coat seemed to debase her further; there was no way she could be taken seriously looking like that.

“Ah good, you’re up. Just a few questions for you. Nod or shake your head as is appropriate.”

Eliza tried to say something, to yell, to beg, but couldn’t. She looked around frantically.

“Have you ever given birth?”

Eliza thrashed against her shackles.

“Rembember,” the woman’s tone was cold, uncaring, as she sat down at the table and clicked a pen, “nod for yes, shake for no.”

Eliza shook her whole body, her tits swinging painfully. She felt more sensitive than usual.

“That’s a no.” The blond wrote on the sheet. “And have you ever lactated? Maybe with your boyfriend stimulating you?”

Eliza snorted at the mention of a boyfriend. The woman made another note.

“Any birth control?”

Eliza shook her head and then regretted it. She was a lesbian, why would she need that? But the woman was smiling in a way that disquieted her.

“And how would you say your grades are? One nod for good, two nods for middling, three for poor.”

Eliza stopped still. A blush spread across her neck. She nodded twice. The woman held her gaze, and in shame Eliza added a third nod.

“Excellent. I think you’ll be an excellent addition to our stock then.” The woman stood slowly, her pregnant belly clearly weighing her down. “You may have a few incorrect notions about your sexuality, but I think we’ll have you on the lot in no time.”

She picked up the headset and fitted it on Eliza. The girl tried to struggle but with the way she was bound she couldn’t meaningfully stop the woman. Eliza heard a click and the headset sprung to life. Colors flashed as the headset calibrated and Eliza tried to shake it off. She gasped as she felt a prick in her left and right breasts in succession. A heat spread from each injection site and she began to feel lightheaded. She gazed into the shapes as they took shape: Rorschach blots of black and white. The woman fitted a set of headphones onto Eliza and suddenly the only sensations she was aware of were the flashing, spinning blobs, a low hum, and a rapidly increasing arousal.

The woman flipped a switch and the winch holding up Eliza’s shackles lowered her to the sitting preset. After all, it wouldn’t do for her to dislocate a shoulder. Subjects in training often thrashed. The woman left the girl to her training session. As she was padlocking the door to the container, she felt a pair of strong hands on her swollen, tender breasts.

“Mmmmm…. Hello Sir.”

“Hello Amy my love.” Jack whispered into his wife’s ear. “What are you putting her on?”

“That slut will be an excellent milker. No doubt fertile, but according to her social media, she’s barely passing her classes, and I’m not sure any of our clients want to risk that in their offspring. But those tits…” Amy moaned as Jack grabbed hers, “ we’ll let the farm hands knock her up if they want and put her on the machine.”

“Good girl. Efficient.” he gently rolled his wife’s nipples in his fingers and she shuddered, “the boys will like having another slut in the stable for them, and we can raise the spawn ourselves to work.”

“Exactly.” Amy’s voice was breathy as her husband teased her. “Jack, are you trying to send me into labor?”

“He’ll come when he comes.” Jack grinned, “I just can’t keep my hands off you.”

Jack put a hand on his wife’s back and she bent over, immediately spreading her legs. He flipped up the coat and freed his cock. He rubbed his length along the length of his wife's dripping slit and she moaned. She tried to push back against him, to fuck herself, but he just chuckled and gently spanked her. He lined his cock up with his wife’s well-trained asshole and slowly began to fuck her. Amy shuddered and braced herself more firmly. Jack was slow and gentle. He wanted to fuck hard and fast, but he didn’t want to hurt his wife, or more importantly his soon to be born son. The family ranch would continue in family hands, he knew that now. After three daughters, he had been getting frustrated with his wife, but now the scans confirmed he had what he wanted: an heir.

Amy moaned, “oh god, Jack, I can’t wait to see that dyke slut in their swelling just like me. She’s going to make such a good cow.”

“Mmm.” Jack moaned, he loved how his wife thought. He reached one hand around under her massive belly and began gently flicking her clit.

“She’s going to be begging for dick soon. I can’t wait to see that stupid girl in her proper place.”

“What are you imagining, honey?” Jack closed his eyes and dug his fingers into his wife’s hips, savoring fucking her ass.

“After she’s proper trained… oooooohhhh, oh when she’s trained, we’ll– we’ll have the farmhands all line up to fuck her. Top performers first, 20% bonus if you’re the one to knock her upppp.” Amy bit her lip.

“Unghhhh, fuck, Amy. I love your filthy mind.”

“And she’s going… she’s going to love it.”

Amy came. She shuddered as Jack continued to fuck her languidly. It wasn’t long before he came too, shooting his load deep inside her bowels. He wiped his cock on his wife’s lab coat and let her stand. She kissed him.

“Thank you for fucking me, Sir. I’m glad I could bring you pleasure, and I’m grateful I could cum too.”

“You’re a good girl, Amy. Go get some rest.”

As Amy walked away slowly, Jack took a look inside the container Eliza had been placed in. The girl was drooling through her gag and he could see the puddle of pussy juices under her on her seat. Her hips thrust languidly, begging for cock. He smiled; she’d get her fill soon enough.