You enter the Line Up.

Leaving the attendant behind, you beeline towards reception. Your cock twitches, anticipating the selection of fertile holes that will soon be available to you. Passing by reception, you make eye contact with a pair of class D employees. They immediately avert their eyes and press a button on their console, opening the main door to the Breeding chamber. You step up onto the platform and take your spot on the soft absorbent mat on the ground. You're in a large circular room with solid walls, illuminated clinically by fluorescent overhead lights. Behind you, a small team of class D and C employees operate a complicated-looking control panel. You actually enjoyed having the audience there, if for no other reason that you occasionally used them as fluffers when you weren't hard already. Evidently that wouldn't be necessary today as your raging boner faces towards the opening in the wall directly in front of you.

The hole in the wall in front of you, much like the holes of the women in the Line Up, was currently empty and soon to be filled. When you indicated that you were ready to proceed, the entire outer ring of the building would rotate clockwise, slotting a breeding unit in front of you. The woman occupying the breeding unit will have fastened her harness, a mechanical device which lowers her body through the hole and contort her into the required position. By default, she is bent over facing away from you, back arched, presenting her pussy for insemination. At your discretion, she can be maneuvered into any position though - sometimes you want to watch their faces as they take the first and only load of their lives. The Line Up was really just a huge, meticulously engineered glory hole. A glorified glory hole, if you will.

It was time to fire up the machine. You press the large red button to your right and the machinery of the Line Up whirs to life with a gentle hum. To your left was a screen displaying information about the upcoming woman. First up today was a woman named Samantha, 25 years old, white, school teacher. You grab your cock, slowly stroking the tip as Samantha's breeding unit slots into the area in front of you with a satisfying thud. As advertised, you see a shaved white pussy presenting itself to you, supported by toned, bare legs. Since Samantha was first up today, you must have just missed her the last time you visited the Line Up. The first woman of the rotation had a big responsibility, since you generally spent the longest time with her. Samantha will have been contacted by the relevant employees to receive a crash course on effective Breeding. The bigger the load you give her, the more women you can subsequently inseminate.

You approach Samantha's naked body and rub the tip of your massive cock on her opening. A lusty moan escapes her lips, no doubt practiced extensively in the past few days. Women in the breeding unit were not to speak unless spoken to, but you had decided a while ago that it wasn't fair to require them to be completely silent, particularly since almost none have received the appropriate training at Breeding School. Samantha's genitals are smeared with lube administered by an arm on her harness. You press another button on the panel to your right and another dose of lube is applied. This appears to be a petite woman, and you want to make her take you all the way. You slowly work your tip inside her pussy as she moans louder. You flex your cock, engorging your tip even further, pressing even further into her vaginal walls. Samantha's moans turn into a sharp wince which she attempts to hide with a louder moan. The difference in sexual ability between trained employees and lottery winners was always amusing to you.

You push 4 inches of your cock inside her. There's no mistaking her cries for pleasure now, she screams in pain as her knees buckle against your invasion. You pull your cock out entirely before shoving it in, 4 inches at a time. You make sure to flex your cockhead as it passes through her pussy entrance, each thrust eliciting a cry of surprise from your new breeding whore. After only a minute of fucking, Samanthas legs have completely given out, her body now only supported by her harness. As you pull your cock out to survey your handiwork, you see a thick stream of vaginal fluid and precum dribble down her legs onto the absorbent mat on the ground. "Wow, I'm impressed, slut," you say. "You took my entire cock easily!" Two lies for the price of one - you hadn't even penetrated her with half of your giant cock and her performance was anything but effortless. Your sadistic streak always seems to flare up in the Line Up. "In fact, I'm going to turn you around." You feel her body tense in excitement, even as she struggles against the pain of your rod. Manipulating the controls on your panel, her body rotates around, so that she is now lying on her back facing you with her legs in the air. You make eye contact. For a brief moment, her face shines with excitement and pride. This expression is immediately replaced with horror as she catches an eyeful of your breeding tool. You grab her hips again and immediately, and with as much **** as you can manage, shove your cock inside her cunt - bottoming out against her cervix.

The room is completely filled with her scream of pain and surprise. You wonder if the women in adjacent breeding units can hear her. "Beg me to punish your pussy. Beg me to breed you, I don't want to listen to your whining, I want to hear you ask for my cum." You list your demands to the shaking woman while your huge penis still completely fills her hole. She takes a deep breath and begins. "Please, please give me a baby. I want you to get me pregnant. There's nothing that I want more that --" she interrupts her own words with another shriek as you press your cock ever so slightly deeper against her cervix. "Not like that, you dumb slut. You want to be my breeding whore? Time to start acting like it. Start talking the talk or I'll save my load for a better whore," you chastise her. Appreciating the gravity of her situation, her tone shifts immediately. Perhaps your speech jogged her memory of the last-minute training she had received. "Fuck my slutty pussy! Give me your whole cock! I can take it, just shove it in as hard as you can! Please, please just give your cum, please let me be your breeding ****! Treat me like a piece of meat and dump your load in me! Shoot a fucking baby into me, make me a real slut!" Not bad, she must be a quick learner.

"That's better," you say, slowing pulling your cock from her pussy. Once it is nearly out, you roughly hilt it back inside her, pummeling her cervix again. It was no use trying to get her to do something other than scream now, but you'd made your point. You brace yourself against the ground, and begin to fuck Samantha properly. You increase the speed of your fucking, your giant balls clapping against her ass as you destroy her pussy, the outline of your thick cock clearly visible through her stomach. For several minutes, you jackhammer her cunt to the soundtrack of her screams, spraying precum, lube and vaginal fluid in a puddle at your feet. You feel your superhuman balls ache, you're getting close. Through gritted teeth, you address your fucktoy. "Are you ready for my load, slut? Do you want me to fill you up?" The response is immediate. "Yes, please cum inside me! I've been a good slut! Give me my reward please! Please complete me, make my pussy useful and pump a fucking baby inside me," she cries.

You consider that her statement was technically true, she'd been a good slut but it is really saying _that _much? At the end of the day, women in the Line Up essentially just lie there and take your cock. You were vaguely annoyed at having to tell her how to talk to you, but she certainly finished strong. You slam your entire cock inside her as you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm. Behind you, the team of employees tense, preparing to react to your behavior. You're faced with the age-old question: where to cum?