The Wins

That night, chained to the wall, the Amanda that had come to the island to free her sister finally died. In her place was the ideal breeding ****: docile, obedient, and fully accepting of her place in the world. She was no longer an independent young woman with a career and a future. She was an object whose sole purpose was to fuck and breed at the discretion of her owner. Her value was no longer in her mind but in her body and its ability to grow and feed life. A walking womb to fill and teats to milk. Deep in the darkest and most hidden parts of Amanda's psyche this new woman was who she'd always truly wanted to be: a deeply desired object of lust and incredible value. Men paid exorbitant sums to own the women of their dreams and defended them without mercy. The punishment for stealing a **** was ****, no less.

In her months on the island the old Amanda had realized that, while the life as a **** could be unpleasant, it was never dangerous. There were laws in place that protected them from severe **** and they were provided with the best medical care that money could buy. So while she couldn't choose who she mated with she never had to worry about food, shelter, or her quality of life. She was displayed, used, bred, and bought but she never worried as much as she had in her old life. What was one more man ogling her nude form, penetrating her aching pussy, or releasing his seed deep within her folds? To Amanda strange men had been a risk, their desire for her body threatened her independence. If a stranger got her pregnant at home she'd be just another single mother **** to deal with the consequences on her own. On the island hundreds of strangers had deposited their seed deep inside her unprotected womb and it made her valuable. A goddess of lust and fertility.

All of this information had been gathering deep in the back of her head while she'd been on the island. It was only that afternoon, on all fours, her pussy stretched and throbbing around the thick cock of the older bull as he shot rope after rope of cum inside of her that a realization dawned on her. It didn't matter if this man knocked her up, if his spawn swelled her tight, firm body into the round, soft one of a mother. It didn't matter who penetrated her most personal and sacred space or where they left their seed. No matter what happened she'd be ok. She could spend her life in an endless sea of submission and pleasure without consequence or worry if she only surrendered herself to the darkest part of her psyche and lived her life in the security of being owned.

Late that night, while her ankles were chained above her head and the sperm of six strangers flooded her womb, the **** let go of Amanda. She sank deep, deep into her psyche until she disappeared. In her place was a ****: tall, lean, with brown hair that fell down past her shoulders and large full breasts crowned by pert, pink nipples. Her master wanted to breed her and she wanted to be bred.