Breeder

Amanda looked up at the man who had her head in his hand, the man who’d tricked her into making him money from her body, who owned her future no matter what she did.

“Ok.” She said meekly, quietly. Closing her eyes and dropping her head.

“What did you say whore?” He grabbed her chin roughly and pulled her face back up to his.

“I said ok.” She said. “You can breed my sister and me.”

"Hmmm good choice. I'm glad you saw reason my dear. He dropped her head, letting her hair fall around her sullen face.

"Now I want you to know that I'm not cruel man, and I'll not be treating my property cruelly so I'll let you join your sister and your formerly pregnant friend in my new breeding room so at least you'll have company now. And, we'll no longer be slipping birth control into your food. So you should notice an improvement in the taste there."