The Breeding Chamber

The room was scrupulously clean, and nearly empty. Black tile on the floors, old red brick for the walls. The far wall was a gigantic screen, ten feet wide. A projector hung overhead. In the middle of the room...

It looked like a kind of low table, paddled with leather. There were straps with black anodized metal buckles. A sort of gap three-quarters of the way along. Mechanical cranks which could raise or lower either end. A padded, curved piece at the "head" facing the screen, which Lois instinctively thought of as a rest of some kind.

"What is it?" Lois asked, not sure how someone would sit on it.

"A breeding table," Angelica Blaze said. "The women that come here...are drawn by an emptiness in their lives. A need that they've been feeling, even if they can't admit it, even to themselves. When the time comes, they find their way here..."

She snapped her fingers. The lights went out, plunging the room into utter darkness. The projector clicked into life overhead. For a moment the blue screen of **** filled the far wall...and then it began to play.

On the screen, Lois saw a tall, young blonde woman. Naked. She understood the purpose of the holes in the table now. It was so the breasts could hang through. The chin rested on the curved piece, staring at the screen. Straps held the young woman down as some powerfully-built black man pounded away at her from behind. The woman had her eyes on the screen, watching something. Barely cognizant of the man **** her.

The heat in the room seemed to palpably increase. Lois could feel herself sweating again. Angelica Blaze handed her a bottle of water, which Lois took almost without a thought.

"She isn't being ****. She came here of her own free will. Do you know her?"

"Jenny Dunlap," Lois said automatically. "22 years old. Majoring in Modern Dance at Metropolis University. She went missing two weeks ago."

"Jenny was ovulating," Blaze said. "It was her time. She knew it. That's why she came here."

"Where is she now?" Lois sipped the water. Her words echoed oddly in the room, and there was no sound as she watched Jenny Dunlap getting railed. The camera shifted to view her from behind, the pale pink pussy getting split open by the hard chocolate cock. The cunt looked very wet. With a moment of consternation, Lois realized she could feel herself getting damp as well.

"Back home, with her parents. You know she grew up on a farm? I suspect her mother will be glad when Jenny breaks the news. She's been wanting grandchildren."

Lois wobbled, suddenly unsteady. The ice water had gone to her head. Angelica helped her sit on the bench. It was so hot...she didn't resist as the dickgirl took off her jacket. Her head was spinning...her mouth suddenly dry. She was sweating. Blaze handed her another bottle of water. It tasted slightly salty, metallic...like there was something in it.

The reporter couldn't look away from the screen.

"What is she watching?" she asked. Her shirt and bra were suddenly uncomfortably itchy.

"She is watching Mara de la Cruz have her turn. Would you like to see that?"