One year later

It’s been a year since I was captured. I’ve seen a few glimpses of the TV with reports that talk about a girl in my area that went missing. She looks just like me. But she never looked happy. Meanwhile I now live next to my old home and I’m always happy. I don’t need to wear clothes ever. My master takes care of me, ensuring I constantly have a pussy full of cum whenever I want one. My face is almost always coated with his cream, master is so nice to me. My belly is swollen and my breasts have been lactating for a while now. Master loves to fuck me until my breasts squirt milk everywhere. From time to time my master will host parties for his friends. Most of the time I’m not allowed to see them and I stay in my room in the basement, strapped to a table with three different machines working over my holes while suction cups milk my large breasts. I love those times. Other times he puts a hood over my face with a zipper for my mouth and has me please everyone there as a party favor. I do what my master commands of me. But I prefer just his juicy thick cock inside of me. His friends are rough and their cocks fee wrong compared to my master.

Master has already told me that when I give birth to my child it will be put up for adoption and he will make sure my body never stops producing milk. I’m excited to be his breeding slut. Life is easier this way. I get delicious cum and don’t have to worry about anything.