Years Later

Breeder 1 looked over the assembled group of young slaves with a practiced eye. Long years of experience had taught her what to look for in good breeding stock and the results had been very profitable for her master. He took her along to every auction and every exchange where she examined each and every girl closely before giving her recommendation. This lot had been eye wateringly expensive for her master, ten 18 year old Grade A breeders had cost him thousands of coins to acquire in one transaction. But the chance to get them bred early meant many more opportunities to extract profit from their bodies before their time came. And it would come for them all eventually.

She ran a wrinkled hand over the breast of one of the new slaves, a tall, thin, dark skinned woman with impossibly large breasts for her frame. She felt the nipple stand firm as she rubbed, rising until it was proud of the soft, pink areola. This one would milk well.

It had been nearly thirty years since Breeder 1 herself had first been introduced to the breeding rooms. Fresh from the outside world she was shocked and excited to find out that she would spend the rest of her days breeding for her master's profit. Twenty times she'd completed the cycle, twenty times she'd been filled by a stranger, had their seed plant itself in her fertile womb, her tits fill with milk. It had been hard on her body but it had done its job well. Now in her fifties she bore the signs of that hard work, twenty dashes on her forehead marked each successful breeding, her once pert and round breasts hung on her chest, and her flat stomach now bore the wrinkles and stretch marks of a life spent breeding.

"Each of you was purchased for one reason and one reason only," she said, walking among them. "You represent the finest breeding stock available on the island today. Fertile and young with years breeding ahead of you. You'll spend the rest of your lives here where men without names will fuck you silly before filling your cunts with their seed."

She reached down and placed a hand on the stomach of a ****, an asian woman with short, dark hair, and felt her abs tighten under her touch. "Eventually one of their loads will find its mark and you'll feel his bastard swell inside of you, your tits will fill with milk, and your time will come. Then you'll do it all over again. You'll never know the names of the studs, and they won't care. You're just a warm, wet hole for them to cum in."

She walked to the next ****, a dark skinned latina with wide hips and voluptuous breasts. She placed a weathered hand on her mound and felt the heat radiating from it, wetness coating her freshly shaved lips. "You'll beg them to do it too. As you feel his member swell you'll beg him put a baby in you, to make you a mommy. You'll groan like the whores you are as he shoots rope after rope into your womb, his sperm mixing with those of the men that fucked you before him."

She wiped her hand on the latina's ass and stood in front of the group. Ten naked women of every color stood in a line before her, **** collars freshly wrapped around necks. Most of them had been brought to the island the old fashioned way, captured from boats that had the misfortune of crossing the **** ships or sold by their families to pay off debts. But the number of volunteers had grown since Breeder 1 had come to the island all those years ago. Where first it had been one or two it was now dozens of women who found their way to the hidden offices all over the world where they could voluntarily renounce their freedom. Of the ten here today four had volunteered themselves to become slaves without knowing what they'd be used for. In the end they were very lucky, their worst humiliation was a very thorough exam and grading. Their status as prime breeders meant that they were far too valuable to be treated poorly.

"As long as you're good little breeding sluts your lives will be very easy here. You'll have more orgasms that you ever thought possible while being fed and cared for by the best in the business. All you have to do in return is greet every man that comes to you with open legs and a wet cunt. Nature will take care of the rest."

She smiled, looking at her new charges. In a few weeks most of them would be knocked up already, the master's extended break in period for new slaves having done its job. All ten of them would spend double shifts on the mattresses, double the loads meant double the chance of a successful breeding. Plus their bodies needed to acclimate to the near constant arousal and incessant fucking.

"Over the next few hours dozens of strangers will mount you, one after the other, until their sperm is leaking from your hole. It's not unheard of for slaves to get knocked up from their first breeding, some of you may end the day pregnant already. Those who have been obedient," she glanced at the volunteers, "will left free to be moved around by their studs. Those that haven't," she looked at a big titted ginger with a ring gag in her mouth, her hands tied behind her back. Spit was coursing down her chin and onto her ample chest. "will be restrained. For their own good."

A shrill bell sounded, filling the room with its ringing. Shift change. At the end of the room two large metal doors were opened, filling the room with tropical sunlight. The slaves turned to look. In the next room they saw dozens of mattresses arranged in long rows, each in their own little cubby. The sounds and smells of sex filled the little ante chamber as the last shift finished its work. Men and women grunted and groaned as the final load was deposited into each ****.

Breeder 1 smiled as she led her band to their new life. This was her world: the sights, sounds, and smells of a breeding room.