A Time for Choosing

Amanda had given birth in the middle of the night. Most full scale breeders had specific quarters for the sows, but this small operation did not. The breeding room had been filled with the sounds of her during the process. Now, weeks later, Amanda was locked into the milking station in her stall. She was now milked three times a day to ensure a steady flow. At only 23 years old, her body had rebounded quickly from the breeding process. She sighed as the pressure from her swollen tits lessened under the gentle pressure of the machines. It was dreadfully uncomfortable for her when she hadn't been milked.

The wooden door to the breeding room slid open and a line of studs was led to the stall of one of the other breeders, there were nine in total now. Three times a day the six who hadn't been bred yet were filled to the brim with seed, each stud warming themselves up inside of Rebecca's warm folds. She had yet to birth either and the sounds of her powerful orgasms filled the room, she was often milked and fucked at the same time.

Behind the studs, in walked her master. In the months since her arrival at the whore house, she'd come to relish the sight of him. His degrading commands and words of **** always made her wetter and orgasm harder than the studs which had endlessly plowed her. She could feel herself get wet at the sight of him.

Standing in front of her, he unzipped his trousers and fished his flaccid cock out of his pants. Without needing to be told, Amanda strained for it with her open mouth, licking the very tip with her tongue. The personality of a stubborn woman had been replaced with the plastic mind of a ****, she had even begun to forget her own name, all she was ever called was **** or breeder anyway. Finally she succeeded in guiding his head into her mouth, tasting the salt of another whore on him.

"Good girl," he said, grabbing a fistful of her long hair in one hand as she sucked. "I'm glad you've finally come around to your role in the world. I'm honored that I was the one to lead you to this place." The sound of the milking machine replaced the sound of fucking as one stud was replaced with another in the new breeder.