Yep, and you'll need some help this time.

The thought of promoting another batch of women from breeding sluts to mothers makes your cock twitch inside 17's pussy. You're going to enlist some help for this round. Why should you have all the fun? Well, it's sort of the primary job hazard of being the last man on Earth, but it's the thought that counts. You pull your dick out of 17's freshly inseminated hole, your half-erection still large enough to draw a whimper from her mouth as your tip slides out the entrance. Your cock is slick with a vile mixure of your precum, semen and the juices of all the women you just pumped your loads inside. Turning around, you survey the squad of employees operating the controls. Upon closer inspection, there were 10 class D employees and 2 class C employees. Did they really need that many for this activity? You motion to the nearest class C employee. "Get over here, and get on your knees in front of me," you order. "Yes sir," she responds. As a class C, she was of course authorized to speak to you. She glides away from her control panel and dutifully drops to her knees between you and 17.

Time to put your new toy to work. You grab her hands and put them on your cock. "Start stroking, and get me hard fast," you demand. She obeys, wrapping both hands around your girthy cock, pumping it up and down while expertly twisting her wrists. Her hands are immediately soaked with the cocktail of juices on your dick, allowing her to jerk your cock smoothly. Luckily for her, you can feel your erection growing as your massive balls produce more semen in anticipation for another breeding session. "Why are two class C employee's needed for the Line Up?" you ask. Still firmly squeezing your cock, the woman on her knees says "We supervise and delegate responsibility to the employees operating the equipment and monitoring the activities." Sounds like something plagiarized from a textbook, obviously she was a Breeding School graduate but not likely one of the top. Your cock is nearly fully erect now, straining against your new slut's practiced hands, searching for a warm hole to penetrate. "Sounds like you sit around while everyone else does the actual work. Seems fair. And I suppose there's two of you in case one falls asleep?" you ask sarcastically. The employee's stoic expression does not change. "We require two class C employees for redundancy." Your current use of the woman sort of proved that policy made sense. But then again, what if you had asked both class C employees to get on their knees in front of you? They'd probably just call in another one, which sounded like a line of reasoning that would lead you to think about the bureaucracy of the Breeding Complex and that wasn't about to happen with another row of eager sluts lined up in front of you.

"Rotate!" you yell at the employees. "And make sure the next slut doesn't get lubed up!" The familiar whir of the Line Up fills the room as the next woman rotates into place, her pussy conspicuously absent of the greasy sheen of the previous tenants. You weren't trying to chafe your dick for no reason, you had a plan. You look down at the class C employee still stroking your fat cock, now fully erect. "Congratulations, " you say dryly, "I'm promoting you. Well, it's not a promotion in the sense that you'll be making more money or advancing your career in any way. You have a new job, and it's to lube up my cock with your spit so I can fuck these sluts nice and deep. Won't that be fun?" The employee's stoic expression falters slightly. "Of course, sir," she answers. "Great," you say, "now get started. I want to breed this slut right now. Get my dick ready for her, and hurry up. By the way, you'd better not just fucking spit on it. Take it down your throat like you're a real class C."

The employee moves her hands from your giant shaft to your hips as she presses her face into your groin. You feel her throat muscles relax to allow your thick cock to pass all the way down. When her lips reach your pelvis, she begins to fuck her on face on your rod, generating frothy saliva to coat your shaft. As per protocol, she does not make a sound. You grab the back of her head and violently mash her face into your body. "Let me hear you **** on it slut. It'll get wetter, trust me," you advise. Regardless of whether or not that was actually true, the employee obliged and began to hack and cough all over your shaft. You could feel her throat muscles pulsing and contracting as she struggled to push air in and out of her mouth. "Good job, whore. I'm going to call you Lube, since you are effectively equivalent to lube right now." That's just basic pragmatism.

Deciding that Lube had successfully prepared your cock, you throw her head off of your dick and line it up with the breeding slut in front of you. She had been waiting expectantly for several minutes, strapped to her harness and bent over in the appropriate position. You firmly grasp the woman's hips and ram your cock as deep as you can into her pussy. Due to the position of Lube's face directly beneath you, she was slapped in the face with your massive balls as you hilted yourself. The hopeful mother screams in pain as Lube winces in response and you feel her hot breath warming the bottom of your nutsack. The new woman's hole was extremely tight, but your slick penis had no trouble sliding in all the way thanks to your new helper. You immediately pull your hips backwards, unsheathing your entire dick in one fluid motion, eliciting a deep, throaty cry from the breeding slut. "Hey Lube, I seem to have run out of lube," you jeer, as you shove your cock back down her throat. To her credit, she begins rocking her head back and forth, **** herself on your shaft as you instructed. Her frothy spit mixed with your new breeding slut's vaginal juices and your viscous precum, resulting in a fresh coat of slick fluid covering your entire member. You violently transfer yourself from mouth to pussy, pummeling the harnessed woman's cervix and smacking Lube in the face with your huge swinging nuts.

You work your hips into a consistent rhythm, alternating between greasing your cock down your human lube dispensary's throat and annihilating the needy pussy displayed in front of you. Lube and the breeding slut keep time with a chorus of **** noises and screams of pain. After several minutes of constant punishment, you feel your giant sperm factories tense, prepared to unload another long series of cumshots inside the array of fertile pussies in the Line Up. At this point, Lube's body was slumping considerably, her labored breaths barely escaping her sore throat. The breeding slut's legs had long since given out and she leaked a constant stream of precum, spit and vaginal fluid all over the floor. You stopped switching holes and concentrated only on slamming your dick inside the soaked pussy of the woman you were about to impregnate. You look down at Lube. "I'm going to pump a baby in this slut, Lube. Be a good tool and hold my balls steady. Take one in each hand and massage them, and make sure to look up at me in the meantime." Lube appears to be slightly relieved that your **** of her throat was finally over as she gently kneads a testicle in each hand. Her eyes now looking up at your face, past the meat pole jackhammering away above her face.

"Are you jealous I'm breeding this whore and not you Lube? Don't you want to feel my massive load paint your pussy walls white?" You bark your question through gritted teeth, your orgasm nearly reached. Lube hoarsely replies, "Sir, my job is to assist in the Breeding Complex as is required. I am happy to aid in this particular activity as per your instructions." You were impressed; some of these class C's had some serious stamina. This wasn't time to fill out a customer satisfaction survey thought, it was time to pump absurdly large ropes of cum inside your impregnation livestock. "That's a fucking lie and you know it!" you shout in accusation. "Tell me the truth. Tell me how you want me to breed you like these whores. Give me the fucking details or you'll be fired so fast that human lube dispensary will look like a cushy office job."

Lube shoves her face in your testicles, breathing in the scent of your baby-making organs. She rubs your sack all over her face, inhaling deeply and hungrily. "God, I want these beautiful fucking balls to pump their load inside me. I want to worship your perfect, huge fucking nuts and feel them squeeze cum deep in my pussy." You smirk. Smacking her in the face with your sack had clearly left a lasting impression - and possibly a bruise, although it could just be a birthmark. Lube continues her ball-monologue. "Make me a submissive breeding slut for these fucking balls. I just need your cum to make me a mommy. I love how you're pounding this slut, I wish I was her. I wish you were stretching my needy cunt with your massive cock. Just use my pussy as a tool to drain your breeding sack. I want you to use me like you use her, just fucking mount me and fuck a baby into me!"

That does it, you can't hold back any longer. Slamming your cock into the breeding slut's pussy as hard as you can, you fill it with a single humongous pump of thick white cum. New mother number 18 whimpers in relief and happiness. "Lucky slut! I wish that was my ruined pussy filled with your jizz!" Lube practically screams, despite her throat, as she again rubs your balls all over her face. You pull your cock out and flex it to hold back the next shot. "Rotate!" you shout. Thanks to Lube's throat, you had worked up another massive load, and you pump rope after rope inside the proceeding rotation of women. Impressively, you manage to breed 14 whores including the first before your shots of baby fluid are depleted. Each new mother is greeted with screeches of lust and jealously from Lube. After the 14th insemination, you pull out your cock and immediately shove it down Lube's throat, partly to give it a rest from pussy, and partly to shut up her incessant ball talk. Even you can only handle so much of that.

You study the class B employee whose sore throat was hugging your cock, her face curled in a wince of pain, her hands never leaving your freshly drained nuts. All things considered, she had been a good girl for you. Maybe she deserved a quick breeding, but giving her a rope of cum would mean one less pregnant whore on the Line Up. You think you feel your cock twitch.