You are not only obedient, but eager to please

Something has changed inside you over the past day. The way your body reacts to the thought of being bred by monsters, of being fucked and pleasing horrifying creatures and bearing their spawn, you know you have passed through a doorway of depravity you can never close. You are no longer a monster hunter, you are a **** to your lust for inhuman things. It is this lust that drives you to admit, without shame, that you are eager to begin.

"I will do whatever you demand of me," you say. "Please, I want to, I..."

"Look at you," says Winny with delighted surprise. "The pride of Paisley. Destined to be one of the greatest monster hunters. And here you are, throwing yourself at my mercy, begging to...what are you begging exactly? Let me hear it."

She lifts your chin with two fingers, tilting your face as much as the restraints will allow. You look into her eyes and know that only by completely submitting can you explore your depraved desires.

"I want to be fucked by monsters."

"And?" she arches an eyebrow.

"And bred by them," you say. "Whatever monsters you desire, Winny. Please. I am your specimen now."

She moves her fingers from your chin to your lips, pressing them into your mouth. She looks down at you imperiously as you instinctively begin licking and sucking on her fingers. You moan, looking up at her, bobbing your lips on her two digits as much as the restraints will allow. She laughs at you. At the spectacle of you being milked, jiggling in the restraints of the milking stand, moaning and trying to suck her fingers like a lover's cock. The humiliation only drives you more. She finally pulls her fingers from your mouth, trailing saliva, and you gasp excitedly for air.

"Very well," says Winny. "From now on you will call me 'Doctor' or 'Mistress' depending on my whim. You will do exactly as I say and you will be rewarded. You disobey and you will be severely punished. But I don't think you will disobey me, will you?"

"No...mistress," you answer.

She slaps your face, hard, and you moan in response.

"It is doctor at the moment," she says.

"Yes, doctor."

"Good," she says. "Once your udders have been emptied I'll take you out of this contraption and over to the testing center. I'll need to take some blood and do some other tests on you before we can begin. I don't want to kill you with your first brood."

A small comfort, you think, but the idea that subsequent impregnations might prove fatal is terrifying. You can only voice your agreement with another, "Yes, doctor."

Winny walks around you, studying you like a scientist as the milking process is completed. When she is satisfied with your output she shuts off the pumping machine allowing the cups to fall from your red and raw nipples. She dabs her fingers into a jar of healing ointments and strokes them like little cock, massaging the cream in until you moan with relief.

"A good milking," she pronounces, looking at the nearly-filled container. "You'll be needing all this milk and then some when you have hungry little horrors suckling at those tits of yours."

"Yes, doctor," you say.

She unhooks you from the stand and you drop to your hands and knees. She helps you to your feet and even slides a soft robe over your naked body.

"Follow me," she says and you do, obediently following through a door into a long hallway, the tiles cold beneath your feet. She takes you into a smaller room more like a futuristic doctor's office with a large stirrup table and a multi-armed machine hanging above it. Your eyes bulge as you see a rolling cart piled with pink latex dildos of sizes ranging from small to huge, each apparently molded on the anatomy of some monster. Some are curved and bumpy, one is shovel-tipped and enormous, another actually splits into two of equal size, and another is a long corkscrew shape.

Winny closes the door and locks it behind you. She turns to you with a smile on her face, obviously enjoying your subservience to her. Without asking, she unties the robe and slides it off of you again. Her hand guides you to turn around in a circle.

"Pregnancy has been kind to you," she says. "You always were a bit unimpressive, but now you're almost voluptuous and you've got a nice fat arse. That will help you in the coming days, trust me."

"Yes, doctor," you say.

She smacks you hard on your ass.

"It's mistress, now," she says, grabbing you by your hair and turning your face to her. She crushes her lips to your mouth and thrusts her tongue against yours. You can taste the sweetness of her mouth and you melt into her kiss, yielding totally, allowing her tongue to ravish you and explore you as her hand moves to your hips.

When she finally pulls her full lips away she wipes them with the back of her hand. "Oh, yes, we're going to have so much fun, Heather. Now, I've something I would like you to do for me before I begin the tests."