No

Hours after the end of the session, deep within her fertile womb, the seed of her six studs had saturated her womb, covering every square inch. But there was nothing there for the millions of sperm who inhabited her. Her master's regimen of birth control had continued unabated ensuring that no matter who finished inside of her he would keep control of when she became a mother.

Still delirious the **** drifted off into a peaceful sleep, content to allow nature to take it's course deep within her. She fell asleep with the hope that she had completed her purpose, that she had been impregnated, that her womb would swell with life and she would be a mother. That night she dreamt of the principal, a man who had displaced every other in her now-long sexual history. He'd fucked her like she'd never been fucked before, like he needed to fill her with his seed. She dreamed of a life where she would be his **** and he would fill her every day until she was pregnant again and again, his own little brood mare. In some of the dreams he had a wife, in others he didn't. In each one she was there, naked, his cum dripping from her while her breasts and stomach swelled with life, returned to normal, and started the whole cycle over again.

A year ago a different woman had come to this island, now she lay on her back, filled with stranger's seed, hoping that one of their bastards was growing inside of her. She'd begged the men, pleaded with them to cum inside of her, to breed her like a common animal and they'd obliged. They'd treated her as a warm hole, a fuck toy, a place to cum and leave. She'd never know their names or anything about them other than one fateful day they'd gathered to cum inside of her. The taught, athletic body she'd taken so much pride in would continued to be used by whoever her master desired until he decided that it was time for her to fulfil her purpose.