She's Too Turned On

Sarah was gasping and panting in her chair, softly grinding her pussy down against it, just for any kind of stimulation to replace her withdrawn hand. This was so intense. So detailed. They broke these women down, and marked them permanently as breeding slaves. #4566 had been turned into a number, a womb. It was everything antithetical to what Sarah had learned in her life. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.

On screen, #4566 let out a sharp cry. The doctor had just pierced her ear. In the piercing didn't go an ear ring per say, at least not a normal one. It was an ear tag. The kind you gave to cattle. It displayed her number, her breeding classification, and her basic measurements.

Sarah pressed her pussy down against the chair even harder. Her wetness drooled down the upholstery. With even just a little bit more stimulation she would explode. To prevent that she slammed pause on the video.

For the next minute, she struggled to regain control of her body. She was so flushed that her cheeks burned. She had to make a pattern of it. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

Slowly, she managed to bring herself back from the edge. Just in control enough to continue the video.

"Fuck." She whispered.

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