Observed

The Master watched on his phone as the **** rubber her clit furiously, moans filling his bedroom. Her body convulsed as she finished, his load dribbling out of her used hole as she lay panting on the covers of his bed. She had no idea that she was under constant observation by him, like all of his slaves. He could access any angle of his property within his home and business with the press of a button on his phone. It was standard for most who dealt in large numbers of slaves on the island, after all flesh was big business on the island and it paid to know where yours was. Normally if she'd been caught touching herself she'd be punished, **** to crawl on her knees for a few days, eat from a bowl on the floor, or relieve herself outside, in order to remind her of her station in life. Since she was a **** her body ceased to be her property, it was now her master's and touching it without his explicit instructions was considered stealing. As justified as her punishment may be, he hadn't actually punished her in several weeks. Every humiliations he'd submitted her to from the the whore house to the private sessions with his friends had been targeted toward wearing down her sense of self, eliminating the headstrong girl who had wandered into his whorehouse and replacing her with a pliable, compliant cum slut who lived and breathed being used. Once she reached that level he would finally take her off the birth control he'd been slipping into her food and do what he'd promised: knock her up. But she had to choose it, she had to want it more than her past life. That was the challenge in breaking a ****, the fun really. Replacing her personality with one that suited him. Now, six months into being his personal **** and almost a year into her being on the island the cracks were beginning to appear. When he asked if she wanted him to finish inside of her she begged, really begged, instead of repeating what he wanted to hear. She threw herself into whoever was fucking her, wrapping herself around them and forcing them to cum deep inside of her. He knew she'd been speaking with the midwives in the breeding area, they'd reported it to him as soon as they were able. His headstrong little rescuer had asked them how many times they'd been bred, if they knew the fathers of any of their babies, what birth was like, and more. He'd taken her to her friend's birth and **** her to watch as the ****'s crowning achievement came to fruition, all with his own seed seeping deep into her womb. He hadn't failed to notice the wet spot on the floor where Amanda had been kneeling during the birth.

Returning to his phone he watched as she moved about his condo, attending to her daily chores. Her months on the island had done her well, improving on her already attractive appearance. Her once pale skin had a nice tan, freckles dotting her face and chest, Her firm body maintained by a strict exercise regimen, and her luscious brown hair hung long down her back. He pictured what her athletic body would look like pregnant: round stomach protruding from her thin frame, breasts swollen and heavy, hanging almost to her belly, it was tough to imagine a more appealing mental image. He eagerly awaited that day but for now there were other tasks at hand.

His reverie was broken by the harsh electronic buzz of his radio. It was one of his employees, "Sir, Breeder 3 is starting to go into labor. We're moving her into the delivery room."

"Excellent," he said, turning off his phone. "I'll be down in a moment."