Forever a

Drool dribbled down the front of her face as she sucked at the master's stiffening cock. The familiar taste of spit, vagina, and pre-cum filled her mouth as she worked, hampered only by the collar that kept her chained to the milking station. The pumping machine worked at her as well, tugging milk from her swollen breasts in a steady beat. When he was fully hard, he withdrew himself from her mouth, moved behind her, and placed the head of his bare cock between her pussy lips. Wetness sprung around him as he teased the cow, rubbing himself into her sex. Finally he plunged into her with full ****, bottoming out against her and feeling the walls of her cunt move to accept him. The **** moaned in pleasure as she was mounted, the combination of being filled and having her breasts pumped sent waves of pleasure radiating around her body. Chains rattles as he began to plow into her at a steady, even pace. Taking care to pull himself almost to the point of leaving her hole before plunging all the way back in. Her body swallowed him greedily as he fucked, trying to pull the seed from him. The milking stand did not allow much movement for the slaves, but even still she managed to push herself into him, squeezing his length with the muscles of her cunt.

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass as a stud set up a camera directly in front of them, training it on the face of the ****. "Tell the camera what you are," he commanded. Having lost the ability to resist commands, she obeyed: "I'm a mindless breeding whore, useful only for fucking and getting pregnant."

"And do you like being a breeding ****?" he grunted in reply. "Yes master," she replied. "I love serving my purpose, to carry your seed." A flush began to creep up the ****'s chest as she was fucked, milk continued to flow from her chest. The master spanked the ****, eliciting a low and guttural moan from her, her cunt becoming more wetter as well.

The flush had now reached her face, red and sweating as her body strained against her collar. "Do you want to be knocked up again bitch?" He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled, forcing her head up. "M-may I cum master." She managed to squeak out. "Not until you answer my questions cow: do you want to be bred again?"

"Y-y-yessss master, p-please fill me again. I want to feel your child in me." The **** of the fucking caused her amble breasts to slap into one another, the sound of flesh and glass clapping filling her stall. "One more question and then you can cum whore." He said, he could see her flexing and releasing every muscle in her back and arms, desperately trying to fend off the coming surge of her orgasm, he slapped her across the face for good measure and her moaning shifted from guttural to animalistic. "What do you want?"

Red in the face, sweat coursing down her back and chest, the feeling of mechanical suction on her nipples and a stiff cock in her cunt, the **** could barely thing straight. All she knew was that she desperately needed to finish. The fucking and the routine humiliation of repeating her position in life had done what it was designed to do: break her down until she was nothing but a mindless fuck doll. All thoughts of the girl named Amanda and her mission had escaped and were replaced with her role as a breeding whore. "To be your breeding **** sir she cried.

"Cum." came the command. The **** collapsed against her stand as her orgasm wracked her body, waves rolling from her cunt to her head. Pushed to the limit, she squirted all over herself and her master, drenching the shiny steel of the milking table. The master grunted once and emptied his morning load deep into the ****, sending millions of sperm deep into her womb. Withdrawing from her, he let her hips collapse with the rest of her body. He had broken his **** a year before when she had agreed to be a breeding ****, but now she was truly his. She'd never remember their bargain because all she remembered was her new purpose: to breed.