The breeding program

The breeder’s voice cuts through the haze of heat and moans. “See you’ve noticed Millie,” he says, stepping up beside you. “She’s a recent purchase. Feel free to take her mouth for a test drive. Best part of the livestock is you can pretty much do whatever you like with them.” He laughs, harsh and low, already reaching for his belt.

Millie’s eyes are wide and glazed, her tongue still lolling. She’s naked except for the metal cups locked over her swollen tits, tubes twisting down to the milking machine, suction flanges clamped tight on her teats. Dark hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. She looks at you with a desperate mix of terror and need.

You smile, your cock already heavy in your hand. “Don’t mind if I do,” you chuckle, stepping close. Her mouth is wet, open, ready. You reach down and pop the first suction cup off her nipple. She hisses, sharp and breathless, as the hard plastic releases with a wet suck. The nipple beneath is enormous, swollen, dark pink and bruised, glistening with milk droplets. It’s twice the size of a normal nipple, aching and abused from hours of milking.

You remove the other cup. She moans, her chest heaving. Her tits are massive, heavy, each one bigger than her head. The skin is stretched tight, blue veins visible beneath. You squeeze one, feeling the weight. She cries out, tears spilling. “Please… please…”

You don’t answer. You cup the other tit, thumbing the abused nipple, pinching it hard. She arches her back, her body trembling. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” Then you slide your hand down her belly, through the slick mess of her thighs. Her cunt is soaked, swollen, her labia puffy. Her clit pokes out, throbbing, slippery. You circle it with two fingers, pressing into her.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, sir…”

“Be a good girl,” you murmur, your fingers plunging deeper into her heat. She is so wet you can hear it. “You be a good girl and I’ll make sure you get a couple hours’ rest. Maybe even some milk drawn by hand, softer than that machine.” Your thumb grinds against her clit while your fingers curl inside her, fucking her slowly. “You want that, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, her mouth dropping open in a silent plea. “Yes, sir. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

You pull your hand out, your fingers glistening. You push them into her mouth, and she sucks them, her eyes rolling back, tasting herself. Then you pull your fingers free and replace them with your cock.

She’s ready. Her mouth is hot, wet, a tight sleeve of desperation. You push deep, not waiting, and she gags immediately, her throat convulsing around the head. But she doesn’t pull back. She looks up at you, tears streaming, and takes it. You can feel her nose pressing against your groin as you bury yourself, her throat working.

You hold her there, your cock fully embedded. She’s choking, her hands gripping your thighs. You can feel her pulse around the thick shaft in her throat. “That’s it,” you grunt. “Take it all. Swallow it.”

Behind you, the breeder has already pulled out his own cock, thick and red, and shoved it into the open mouth of another milking slave. Her moans are muffled around him, the sound melding with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his thrusts and the hush of milking machines. “That’s it, you little cunt,” he growls. “Fucking choke on it.”

The sounds mix. The breeder’s heavy panting, the slave’s gagging, Millie’s throaty whimpers. You start to move, pulling back just to the crown, then slamming back down into her throat. Her tits bounce with each thrust, milk smearing across her chest. She’s a mess. A perfect, broken mess.

You slow your pace, just enough to let her breathe through her nose. She stares up at you, eyes glazed with submission, tears streaking her cheeks. You pull out to the tip, letting her lips grip the head.

“Bite it,” you say, your voice rough. “Bite down on my cock. Show me you’re mine.”

Her lips close, her teeth pressing gently around the shaft. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel. Her eyes stay locked on yours—glazed, craving, desperate for the brutal control you’re offering. She wants this. She wants to be used.

A low growl escapes your throat. “Good girl.”

You see the breeder slam his cock deep into the other girl’s throat, her body convulsing, milk spraying from her tits as the milking machine keeps pulling. His cum floods her mouth, and she swallows on reflex.

Millie still has your cock between her teeth. You look down at her, at her ruined tits and naked milk-stained body. The milking machine still puffs and hisses behind her, waiting to be reattached. But you have other plans. You reach down and grip her skull, holding her in place as you slowly start to fuck her mouth again, feeling her teeth scrape the underside of your shaft with every push. The breeder’s laugh echoes somewhere near, but all you hear is the wet choke of Millie taking you deeper.