Strike 2

The toys continue their merciless **** on your **** body. The feminine voice has stopped after it told you the punishments and now you are just laying here being fucked thoroughly by these toys while your breasts are being pumped and milked. At first you try to stifle your moaning but it doesn’t work, it’s only making you more aroused as you realize how helpless you are.

Your second orgasm washes over you as all three toys ‘thrust’ and vibrate into you at the same time and both your nipples are twisted. The sudden sensation was to much and you moan loudly into your gag like a bitch in heat.

“Orgasm 2 detected. Administrating punishment”.

Something warm squirts into your asshole and you feel your insides warm up. Your mind is foggy and you can’t stop thinking about how this is what you are meant to be like. Bound, helpless, used for the pleasure of others. A true submissive little fuck **** for anyone who wants you. You try to shake your head and clear these thoughts but they won’t leave. You are a fuck ****. A toy. Three holes to be used. A masterbation tool.

You know you’ve got to be close to the 15 minutes. You need to hold out. Then the feminine voice returns. Softly, quietly, cooing at you.

“Give up. You deserve to be bred. Your fertile pussy needs it. You need seed inside of you. Your body won’t be complete until it’s been bred. Be a good girl and cum. Cum for all of us. Embrace your breeding”.

The voice continues and continues. Each time it repeats you find yourself repeating with it. This is my life now. I’m a breeding bitch. I’m meant to be used. I’m a good girl. I should cum so I can be bred. Why have I been trying to stop this?