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Chapter 64
What's next?
The Perfect Breeding
It would be a couple of weeks before a pregnancy would show on the test but that didn't stop the show. Every morning the **** was marched to the bathroom where she was **** to squat, spread her lips, and relive herself over a pregnancy test. She would hold that position, fingers spread and hole gaping, until the results were displayed for the camera. Subscribers to the website got to see the test live every morning but others would have to wait for the video to be posted online. When the test came back negative she'd be marched to the bedroom where her master would mount her. He was always her first bull no matter what was planned for her pussy that day. Some mornings he took her from behind, pulling her long brown hair and forcing her chest out so he could see her breasts in the wall mounted mirrors. Others she was on her back with her lips spread wide by his shaft, juices glistening in the light as he thrust in and out of her; her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist and her hands pawing at his hairy chest. However she was taken she would moan and groan, begging him to fill her until he relented and released his seed deep into her womb. Every day began the same way, squatting in the tiled shower, and ended the same way, her legs behind her head as someone's seed worked its way past her cervix.
Unlike most household slaves personal breeders generally had no other additional responsibilities in her master's household. Had she been a common breeding sow she would have been taken in a stall in basement with the others while the day's bulls unloaded in their unprotected cunts. Other household slaves had traditional tasks to perform: cooking, cleaning, and caring for the master's other interests. Instead after her morning breeding the **** formerly known as Amanda had a strict morning schedule meant to keep her in peak condition. After a period on her back to allow her master's seed to seep into her womb she went outside for two hours of vigorous exercise. In the grassy lawn of her master's house another ****, who had been a personal trainer before her capture, lead her through a punishing training regimen. Running kept her slim, calisthenics kept her flexible, and weight training kept her toned, all performed in the nude of course. Running with her breasts heaving every which way wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world but the rules of the island were strict: no **** could wear clothing at any time for any reason.
After her daily training she was led back to the shower to be cleaned by a pair of house slaves. In the warm stream of water they took care to clean every square inch of her body before shaving and moisturizing her. Once she'd been dried she was taken to the kitchen where she was fed a very strict designed to keep her slim and fertile. Some of the house slaves were too pregnant to work in the whorehouse or in the breeding shed. She looked hungrily at their round, distended wombs and large, heavy breasts, wondering when it would be her turn to fulfill her purpose. She often day dreamed of the day when she would be that large, a strangers bastard in her distended womb causing her perky breasts to swell with milk. Her skin shining in the sun from the oil used to prevent stretch marks. Too often these thoughts aroused her, causing her juices to drip from her lips. She often left wet spots wherever she had been sitting.
In the end, the only thing that changed day to-day were the faces of the men who spent their time between her legs. Some times she'd be gang bred, a team of strangers taking their turn with her and filling her over and over again until her cunt was covered with their cum, inside and out. Other afternoons were spent with an single bull who would take his time coating her womb with several of his loads. Every size, shape, and color of man split her walls with their rigid cocks and she greeted them all the same: with open legs and a wet hole before she begged them to put a baby in her. No matter how she was taken she enjoyed all of them, reveling in her status as an enslaved goddess of fertility. To her they were a means to an end just as her pussy was to them.
What's next?
Galley of Pain
Slaves spend their lives working on the oars
College students on spring break take boat ride they may never forget.
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