Shown the Door

Amanda came to a few seconds after her master had shot his seed inside of her. "We'll you've fulfilled your end of the bargain ****. Both you and your sister gave me one full term breeding. Now it's time for me to fulfill my end of the bargain. The sound of the pumping machine died as he switched it off, taking care to remove the glass cup from each nipple before moving on to the rest of her restraints. In a matter of seconds, Amanda was standing on her own two feet for the first time in a year. In that time her body had gone through a transformation from a virginal young woman with tight curves to the soft bodied shape of a breeder. Her once perky tits now hung heavily on her frame as they worked to refill her milk, stretch marks and other evidence of her breeding showed on her stomach and ass. But no man-made marks adorned her, none of the tattoos or piercings that normally identified a **** on the island. She was a clean as the day she was born.

"Follow me" beckoned her master from the doorway behind her. The sounds of fucking and milking receded into the background as she obeyed. He led her through the breeding rooms, down the hallway past the office where he'd taken her so many months ago, and up the stairs to a nondescript door in the back of the building. Amy was already there, kneeling in a submissive stance next to one of the brothels employees who held her leash in his large hands.

The master turned to look her in the eye. "Well my dear, this is where we part. You'd have made a marvelous breeder if you stayed here with us, and I would have been able to guarantee you'd want for nothing." He ran a warm hand over her stomach before stopping to cup her left breast, squeezing it gently. "I'd be remiss if I didn't ask before you went though, are you sure you want to leave my stable?" Amanda looked at him through bloodshot, tired eyes as the injustices of her time in the brother came back to her. Poked, prodded, penetrated, filled, milked, and used by any number of men whose names she didn't know; Amanda's patience for her situation wore thin as the cloud of her captivity receded. "No, I'll take my sister and my things. We're going home." she said, defiance creeping back into her voice.

With a shrug, the master said "Fine, suit yourself." He shoved a bag into her hands before taking her sister's leash and handing it to her. He turned, inserted a small key into the door and opened it. From behind she felt as someone pushed her bodily through the door, sending her sprawling in the dirt. Amy came next, landing with a soft thud.

Amanda stood, dusting herself off in the dark of the island's night. The only light coming from the full moon that illuminated the darkness around her at the edge of town.