Rescued many years later

Your arraignment with Kai keeps both of you stable for years, ensuring that the two of you are well-cared for and your children want for nothing. The relationship between the two of you is strictly professional, you rarely talk unless it's about who is 'paying' the guards this week and which bottoms paid for product. Your hope of escape has completely disappeared as you complete your work.

You are now twenty-six. After eight years in the compound, you have changed quite a bit. You managed to put on a decent amount of weight; your hips are fuller, you've got a little pudge to your stomach, and your breasts have gone from non-existent to c-cups. Instead of the short cut you had before, you've allowed your hair to grow to the middle of your back. Everytime you catch yourself in the mirror, you forget who you used to be just a little bit more. You doubt anyone from back home would recognize you now.

By this point, you have been pregnant ten times while in captivity. You've actually given birth to fourteen children, as you had a few sets twins, but only eight of them stay with you. A few you had willing given to their biological fathers, who wanted to raise them. You didn't fight them on it; at least they wouldn't grow up knowing their only future was to be a breeding bitch like you.

You love all your children, regardless of the situation you are in. They are a beautiful mix of Japanese and American, though it seems to be a bit of a curse as well. You can already hear some of the guards talking about your kids and how they can't wait for them to turn eighteen. You try to keep them as far away from those guards as possible.

Right now, though, your children are out in the courtyard playing while you get to work. Your hole is already opened up and leaking semen, having already taken a few customers this morning. Your next one has just walked in, eyeing you desperately.

You grab your legs and spread them as far apart as you can, putting your goods on display. The man doesn't think twice, taking your invitation and slamming into your hole. You gasp more out of reflex than pain. Customers like it when you make them feel bigger than they actually are.

Starring blankly out the window, you allow your mind to wander as your client tries to fill your womb with his baby. You try to plan out your week. You will definitely need to talk with Kai, it's his turn for payment this week. But with himself so far gone in his pregnancy, you doubt he'll feel up to it. You still have to deliver the Nymph's Bane to the bottoms on floor 4 of building C (maybe you can get it done during your break today?). It's your oldest child's birthday is in three days, what do you need to ask for to make a special dinner for him?

The customer's climax brings you out of your thoughts, the thick cum replacing the old stuff that had been pumped out. He pulls himself out of you, murmuring something under his breath before leaving you alone once more.

Standing, you head to the bathroom. You have an hour before your next client, so might as well get cleaned up for now. The warm water feels amazing after sex, no matter who many times you go through the process.

You are just getting out when you hear a loud boom and screaming coming from the courtyard. Rushing to the window, you see American and British soldiers rushing into the complex, taking out the guards and urging the bottoms into the buildings. It looks like 'freedom' has finally arrived.