Start sucking

The next room looked fairly similar to the first, until Jessica pointed out the difference.

“This room is for breeding. Men who have a fetish of impregnation, or maybe just want to pass on their genes without having to care for a child come here and knock up whichever available slut suits their fancy.”

Across the whole length of the room lay bimbo whored laid on the back, or on all fours as they receive the seed that will inevitably produce their task for the next nine months, until they can be placed back in the same room to receive their next reminder of their failure to please their prospective saviors from such a life.

Several other rooms came and went, most looking similar to the last. The sounds of orgasms achieved and pounding flesh echoed more apparently through the hall than had prior to my inspection of the interior rooms.

The end of the first hallway gave way to another, perpendicular to the one I had just traveled through. Many doors lined the back wall, all spaced evenly about 8 or 10 feet apart.

“This one is yours,” the female voice commanded as she pointed out one of the options. My heart raced as I turned the handle. The door creaked slowly open to reveal a small dark room with only a stool for furnishing, otherwise void of anything or anyone.

“You will remain in this room, and you will do whatever pleases the occupant on the other side for a period of one week. This is punishment for your failure to appreciate what great gifts we have given you. Good sissy whores always appreciate gifts they are given. You must learn this if your fate does not permanently reside here. Do you understand?”

A slight nod affirmed my comprehension, and I was guided into the room by the gentle push of Jessica’s hand. The door closed behind me, and I now noticed there was a medium sized circular hole from which light projected. Light that was soon blotted out by the long protrusion which joe occupied the opening.