Kim Isn't Quite On Board With This Whole "Being Bred" Thing...Yet

"You...you can't be serious...." Kim stutters. She was picturing herself on all fours while that big nasty man was behind her, riding her. And Tiffany, the fucking bitch just laughing. Pushing her head against the ground, insulting her. It was so hot it was so...no. No. Not this. Kim sobbed to herself.

"I have a boyfriend!" She pulled back. Tiffany's smile cracked like a vase. "No. No. No. No. I won't do it."

Tiffany walked towards her. Kim took a step back. Tiffany took a step forward. Kim took a step back. Tiffany took a step forward. Kim pressed herself against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. She tried not to think about how much power Tiffany had over her. How she just said she was going to have her...bred and Kim even just considered it. Tiffany took a step closer.

Behind Tiffany, the senator grinned menacingly. He looked like he wanted to eat her up like a dessert. The maid loudly slurping at his cock eyed Kim. Kim shuddered a bit seeing how lusty and empty her gaze was. Kim wondered if Tiffany had that. Trained her and trained her until sucking cock was nothing. How many cocks has Tiffany made that girl suck? 100? 1000?

"Silly girl, you didn't have a boyfriend the minute you walked into this house" Tiffany was standing so close to Kim she could feel Tiffany's breath. Kim cowered. "You came when I told you to come with your cunt shaved for me. Kimmy, darling. You're mine."

"No. No." Kim choked. Should she try to leave? These people...they owned the media, they owned the police. There was a fucking senator on the couch. They could do whatever they wanted to her and she couldn't do anything. "Please, I'm a student. I'm going to be an engineer. I...I can't have a baby."

Tiffany leaned down and gently kissed Kim's lips. Kim was slightly shocked that she didn't try to stop it. She felt Tiffany's hands gripping her sides and pulling her closer.

"Oh, little Kimmy," her voice was so condescending. "You'll be what I want you to be. In fact, if you want to become a...what was it again? Oh right, Engineer. I don't think you understand." Her fingers found their way back to Kim's lower lips. They were more wet then when Tiffany had last been touching. "I own you. I own the school. If you don't want to be working 9 to 5 as a Wallmart greeter, you're going to be a good little breeding slut for us. Okay?"

Kim pushed her Tiffany's hand away, with all of her will power and dropped into a ball on the floor.

"No, No." Oh god. Tiffany was right. Kim knew that if she even tried to resist they could throw her out of the program. And besides, with people like this it wouldn't be like she couldn't support herself and...

Kim needed to stop rationalizing this. Right now she had the bitch queen of the universe standing over her telling her she was going to fuck and then get pregnant by some disgusting leery fat fuck. And it was the hottest thing in the universe. And she didn't know if she wanted to try to nuzzle Tiffany or make a run for it.

"Please, please." Kim was grovelling now on her hands and knees. Tears were falling down her cheeks. When she looked up, Tiffany's luscious legs went for miles and miles. Her eyes were magnetically held by a pull towards Tiffany's panties and the delicacy that Kim knew lay inside. "Please, please you can't do this to me. Please."

"I can do whatever I want." Tiffany threw her head back and laughed. She took one of her large high heeled shoes and stepped on Kim's head pressing it against the ground. Kim moaned. "You're mine, cunt."