You stare at the well-milked woman for a minute or so longer. Her blond hair is matted and disheveled.
The brunnette who was just bred hangs limp in her stocks. Already you can see some of the other wugs coming over to attach pincers to her nipples as she drifts into a dazed sleep. It is too late for her now. With the eggs fertilized in her cunt, there was no escape for her. She will be milked and bred for the remainder of her shortened life.
Is that your fate too? Will you end up like the fattened blond staring at her own milk, resigned to her fate, and happy to just have milk on her lips and a good fucking by her wug masters? The thought scares you, but you can't deny that there is a certain erotic appeal about having been claimed by lesser creatures and having been made into their farm animals. In fact you find your helpless cunt starting to moisten at the thought of the life. But of course escape should be your first priority. You need to think about how to get away.
But as the thoughts of escape and a plan start to drift into your head you hit a huge problem: you can't seem to stay awake. You know you have to plan now. By the time you next wake up it may be too late to escape your fate. But your eyes are beginning to get unfocused and a quiet daze fills your mind. You do what you can to stop it from taking you into the land of slumber, but the drugs that you have been receiving are too strong to deny their hold on you.
Your eyes shut, and the milked creature that used to be a woman watches you in a strange daze as your ability to fight your fate escapes you. Then she squeals and moans for a second. The pumping speeds up slightly and more milk than ever jumped into the power suction of the cups that grip her lactating tits. It is the last thing you hear before sleep claims you just as handily as the wugs are about to. Then the cow-woman shakes her ass, the clan's brand laying on the center of her large left ass cheek, and falls into her own slumber. Your last thought before drifting to sleep is that you hope you can find a way to escape before the wugs have their way with you.
When you next wake up, you feel a hand grabbing your ass roughly. You wake instantly and try to look around to no avail. The stocks do their job very well. But you know what is happening. On your still-wet slit you can feel the breathing of several other wugs near your trapped ass. You instantly know what is happening. You are second from being bred. On your tight cunt's lips you can feel something strangely wet. You know what it is without having to think about it. It is the black caviar of wug eggs that you will birth and produce milk for. You need to escape now! |