Contractual Obligations

Allison's eyes shot open, interrupting a dreamless sleep, to a horrifying feeling. A cold metal object was being slowly pushed into her ass. She tried to turn to look at what was invading her, but her head was immobile, locked into some sort of frame. Her entire body was, it seemed, and she was on all fours with her legs and arms attached to this frame as well. She tried to scream out, beg for whatever was happening to stop, but a large rubber object filled her mouth, and her voice could barely gurgle around it. What the fuck is happening? She could not remember how she had gotten here.

The pushing into her thankfully stopped, though it was deeper and more painful than anything had ever been up her ass. She tried to fruitlessly shake herself free of this cage, as a woman stepped into view before her.

"Hello 4136. I am required to inform you that you have signed a contract to Seieki-Amalek GmbH for a 99 year term," the woman said, flashing her a piece of paper briefly, pointing at what appeared to be Allison's signature. "Your position is as a milker cow, at least until you reach the age of 22 in 3 years, after which you will be reassigned."

Allison began to take in the rest of the room behind the woman. Across from her were rows of young women around her age, completely nude except for machines going into them, metallic tubes dropping from the ceiling and into every orifice. Their breasts, all large and full, hung below them with what appeared to be large suction devices on each of them, connected to the floor with tubes. Oh my god, she realized, they were also all pregnant. They all had a contented, glazed expression on their faces.

"You will refer to me as Mother," the woman continued, "As I am now your Mother. I am sure you are a bit concerned about your... situation, but let me assure you, all of the livestock end up loving their new lives, usually quite quickly, and I will always be here for you. However if you do not cooperate things will get very difficult, so please do not disappoint your Mother. For now you will only be milked once a day, as it will take time for the hormones to take effect. Once you are bred of course we can ramp up production..."

The woman who called herself her mother walked away, leaving Allison in shock as she absorbed her fate. Bred?

"I'm sorry ma'am but the entire breeding system is toast, and we are not going to be able to get the burned out part for weeks," the maintenance man said to Mrs. Albertson, "there is nothing else I can do."

Mrs. Albertson sighed. "Well, alright. I'll shoot this up the chain. We have, what, exactly thirty that need to be bred? Some new too... great timing."

A sly grin spread across Jake's face. "Well ma'am, there is always the old fashion way."

She gave him an annoyed look. "Yes there is, Mr. Mason, but you will have no part of it."

Fucking bitch, he thought. He was allowed to have all the fun he wanted with the boys, but for some reason can't touch these heifers? "Of course, ma'am, I was just offering a solution."

"Of course you were, of course," she replied, rolling her eyes and walking off.

1078 had spent the week since his punishment quietly accepting his milkings, along with his morning exercises with the maintenance man. He had come to anticipate both actually, he had to admit, and was hard at the thought of once again waking up to the man's cock pounding into his ass. A bell rang, and his liquid lunch filled up his mouth and water cleaned his behind out. Mmmmm, lunch is so tasty, he thought. What had been his name? Reese or something? 1078 was easier to remember and fit him better, he decided with some finality.

He heard the doors swing open, and Mother strode into the room followed by the biologist.

"Which ones, Doctor?" Mother asked.

"The highest fertility rates are... 1012, 1034, 1057, 1069, 1078, and 1105. That should be all we need."

Mother walked up to each of the listed stalls, removing the boys from their milking frames and machines. In their mouth she placed an open ring gag, and attached a leash to the back of it. None except for 1078 had the strength left in their legs to stand, and Mother promptly pushed him down when he did anyways. Without a word, she began to lead them toward the door slowly, as they shuffled and bumped their naked bodies against one another, crawling as fast as they could behind her, the doctor following them all.

They passed through the door and down several hallways, until reaching the entrance to another room.

"Been awhile since I've been in here," the biologist said to Mother. "Automated breeding saved us a lot of work, but I did miss it..." She was a bit flush.

Mother pushed open the door, and 1078's eyes went wide when he saw what was inside.

Around 20 girls were held up in steel frames similar to his own milking station, except they were angled onto their back, their legs spread eagle. They wore the same open circle gags as the boys, and their arms were bound together above and behind their heads. They all had shapely childbearing hips and most had large, ample breasts. Their hair was mostly cropped short, and their exposed slits were already wet. Another ten girls were bound and laying on the ground in a corner, seemingly waiting their turn.

A few of the boys, overcome at the sight, started charging on all fours as quickly as their weak legs and arms could carry them toward the girls, and were pulled forcefully backwards by Mother with her leash. "No! Bad boys! Stay!" she ordered.

They all reluctantly stopped, staring up at the girls, drooling through their gags, their cocks solid and oozing pre-cum.