The Breeding Room

The **** let out a gasp as the speculum was removed from her now gaping cunt. The accumulation of her wetness continued to drip down her as her hole began to close. Her nipples were red and sore from the hour on the pumping machine, but they stood on end. She was released from the milking stand and led out of the processing room on her hands and knees, following her master as he lead her by her leash. Her tits seemed to sway slightly more than they had as she moved, she could feel a sense of fullness in them for some reason she didn't understand. At the same time, a slight itching had begun in her cunt, not an unpleasant itching, but just something that begged to be scratched deep inside her vagina. As she crawled, hips swinging back and forth, she could feel cool air as it touched the dampness she was producing. She hadn't stopped being wet since the strange devices had been removed from her.

Finally she was led to a room far removed from the ones she'd previously occupied. Led inside, she saw that it was divided into three stalls by low wooden walls. She was led to the first one by her master who directed her onto a thin mattress on the floor.

"Assume your position ****," he said. The **** did as she was bidden, pushing the breasts that now ached into the cool mattress and grabbing her rear to better expose herself.