“Are you volunteering?”

Tracy laughs as she considers. “Are you volunteering?”

You shake your head. “No,” your mouth goes dry as you stare at the pregnant bellies and swollen breasts of the breeders.

“It’s that or we sell you to a slaver and you end up a pleasure **** in a masters stable or a joy girl in some soilat house - dexing and brolling for your keep...” Tracy smirks.

Suddenly the prospect of being a breeder is not so terrible. The only upside with being sold to a slaver is that you could escape. Perhaps. Although free your options were limited. There must be a forest serum girl village out there. And you had savings... enough to buy your freedom. But you could not trust Tracy...