Knowing there is no dogeing motherhood now the best course of action is to get good at it. Surely if they think you've adapted to serving them there will be a lapse in their attention.
Night after night you throw your self at them hopeing to prove you've been one over by there brutal fucking and after two weeks you are you look forward to you next rut, your passage is always open and gapeing now and you feel like your hips are wider, your legs more spread apart.
You know from the morning sickness and hardness in your tummy that you have a child in you, fear hits you hard and the other women console you. You make friends and your shocked at how soon the opertunity came to make a run for it. Your first job beyond breeding is to wash the fabrics and tents although every one is nude there are a lot of sheats to wash and cum to scrub from tent walls. The fabric is taken up a hill and hung from lines to dry in the wind. Fairly soon there is a moment that your not watched and the flapping fabric hides your position you can make a run for it down the hill it's time to go.
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