What it says on the tin

I’m in a breeding stall, tightly restrained in a mating press position, knees bent back completely to my chest with a camera pointed right at my cunt. There’s a small crew present to film the breeding, and some handlers are there to offer instruction and steer the bull who will be used to inseminate me.

I have been tied up for around an hour while the crew talks amongst themselves and sets up the shot. Finding the perfect angle for the camera, moving the studio lights around, trying to find a good neutral appearance befitting of an instructional video. They talk about their day, what they want for lunch, what they’re going to do after work, all while standing around me, the breeding stock with her wet pussy completely vulnerable and on display.

I was reluctant to have my breeding recorded and being shown to thousands of people interested in entering the industry, but the contract I signed when I registered to be a breeder meant I didn’t have much of a choice. I try not to think about it as I wait for the crew to finish up.

Once it’s all set up, the handlers go to retrieve the bull. The camera switches on, and a handler walks to my side as he starts speaking to the camera.

“Here we have our breeding stock, already set up for insemination, as you can see. The mating press is a simple, easy breeding position that doesn’t require much set up. Just make sure to firmly restrain the legs and arms so that you retain the ideal angle for fertilization throughout the process. You may want to raise the buttocks slightly, as we’ve done here, to ensure the best chances of insemination.”

I shiver a bit at hearing it stated so calmly and matter-of-factly. The ideal angle for fertilization. Something about the straightforward presentation of it all made my pussy clench.

The bull enters the stall now, a muscular man with an unnaturally large cock (a result of the hormones given to increase virility) that is already mostly erect when he is led in. The handler continues as the camera pans towards him.

“And here we have the bull, already manually stimulated before being introduced to the breeder. Manual stimulation is not necessary, as the bull’s body will naturally produce an erection once exposed to ovulating breeding stock. But manual stimulation can help streamline the process.”

The bull is already pushing against his handlers when he realizes I’m in the room, but they hold onto him tightly. Seeing the large cock that was soon going to be buried deep inside of me lifted some of my nervousness. My cunt starts to swell with arousal, and I’m distracted enough not to be embarrassed by the trail of lubricant I can feel already leaking down my ass crack. In anticipation, I squirm and try to buck against my restraints, but I’m locked in way too firmly to do anything but wiggle slightly.

“As you can see, the stock is ready for the bull as well. Poor girl is eager to get started, so let’s not keep her waiting…”

The bull was lead over, his monstrous cock now leaking precum and throbbing as it bobbed closer and closer to me. Trepidation turned into a sick sort of thrill as he approached, knowing that whether or not I was prepared for it, in just a few moments I was going to be bred on camera in front of a crew of strangers… but the handler had to interject once more.

“This is the easy part: let the bull do his thing. Try not to interrupt once it’s started, as the bull will get aggressive if you try to intervene in a breeding.”

The bull is finally released, mounting me immediately and possessively burying his cock in my fertile cunt. I tried not to, but an audible whimper of submission was pushed out of me as his first thrust sent his thick, veiny shaft sliding comfortably all the way to the base. I could see the camera crew moving around, adjusting the camera so that no detail of my claiming would remain uncaptured.

With his shaft fully hilted within me, and the sound of a camera slightly shifting focus, it hit me fully. I was really being bred, impregnated for an educational video. Thousands of people were going to watch this, my breeding, the claiming of my pussy by a bull, for many years to come. My pussy tensed involuntarily in perverse pleasure.

The bull shifted his hips around, trying to find the right angle, his thick shaft tilting around in the cunt he was going to thoroughly mark as his own. He had been struggling against the handlers, but as soon as he was able to dock himself inside of me he slowed down. He almost leisurely explored his property, grinding his shaft deeper and testing what felt best. For this moment, I was nothing but a warm, tight hole built for receiving his cum, and he was going to treat me as such.

I once again tried to leverage my body to achieve some friction, feeling terribly teased from an almost unmoving, throbbing shaft filling me and pressing up against my cervix. My shifting causes the bull to emphasize my complete submission, placing a firm hand down on my thigh to truly prevent me from moving. I can’t help but release another whimpering moan to be recorded for all to hear.

But that wasn’t the only sound for long. The bull suddenly raises his hips, his shaft glistening with my wetness, pulling out until just the glans is left inside of me and...

Plap.

The first real thrust slams down into me, the entire length of his cock and balls making a creamy slap as he slams all of his length into me. It knocks another whimper out of me. His hips raise again, his long, confident strokes seemingly signaling to all around that this was his breeder, and no one could take that away from him.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

He never pulled all the way out, always stopping right when the thick crown of the glans was just about to pop out again, before he’d claim his property once more. As with all bulls, there was no hope he would be doing anything but cumming deep, deep inside of you, leaving you full to the brim with as many babies as you could hold.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

His thrusts came faster and faster, almost mechanical in precision as he held me in place and used my hole as his warm, living fleshlight. I try to shift in angle, squirm, anything, but I knew this was going to happen on his terms. I moaned in perverse pleasure as I imagined what I looked like on camera, just a close view of my pussy and ass pointed at the sky as I’m used as a personal bull fuck toy. My cunt stretching wide to accept his girth, my ass jiggling as I’m made to take his pounding thrusts over and over again. I could hear the sound of my cunt, an embarrassingly loud, wet squelching that the camera was sure to record in detail. It was highlighted by the now rhythmic whines he was pounding out of me as I lost the control to stop myself. The thrusts start coming fast and firm as he prepared to fill me with babies…

Plap.

—Ah—

Plap.

—Ah—

Plap.

—Ah-h—

The camera crew was transfixed as the bull impales me with finality, warm balls pressed tight against my taint. I loll my head back, eyes unfocused, and slur out the only words I had said all day.

“Breed me— please— fill me with babies— ahh—“

I cum as his scrotum tenses, the first of many firm jets of cum planted deep inside of me. His hand presses me down firmly as I jerk and shudder from the orgasm, keeping me securely in place as he slowly pumps me with pulse after pulse of heavy, warm seed. The video captures every intimate detail of the insemination: the subtle movement of his balls emptying into me, the goosebumps on my asscheeks as I feel my womb slowly filling and ballooning with each thick pump, and the sound of the bull quietly huffing as he stays firmly hilted into me, to make sure the job is done.

The voice of the handler rings loud in the quiet, walking to the side of our joined bodies.

“The bull will want to remain locked like this for some time, it helps ensure pregnancy is achieved. Do not interrupt this process, he will dismount when he is ready.”

I feel the building pressure in my womb come to a stop as his pumps got smaller and smaller. I go limp as the orgasm leaves my body, and I try to relax into the feeling of being plugged tight. As he holds me down for another minute, I can’t help but think about how during these slow moments of film his seed was actively fertilizing me on camera: this was the exact moment of my impregnation.

After a minute or two, bull had started to soften within me, and suddenly his weight was gone as he pulled out his semi-erect, leaking cock. I felt the pressure lessen slightly in my womb as a thick bubble of excess cum pushes its way out of my cunt.

The exhausted bull was led out of the stall as the camera panned once again to the handler.

“As you can probably tell,” he chuckles, “it’s very unlikely that the breeding stock will be left unfertilized after a properly coordinated breeding session. But to assure a 100% chance of success, it is recommended to leave the breeder in the mating position for another hour or two.”

The camera pans back to me again, capturing my restrained body, gaping pussy still slowly bubbling cum, stomach bulging from my filled womb. The camera pans away as he enthusiastically reads the final lines of the script.

Dinner had been a very weird affair, what with your father's mirror-image lover seeming tipsy the whole time and the stilted way your father tried to make small talk without ever looking directly at you. You weren't sure what was worse, the fact that he was dating your lookalike or the fact that he was more interested in some kind of poor copy of you than he actually was in you.

Trying your best to doze off in the guest bed that night, you felt like you would have both been better off if you'd never visited at all.

Just as you were about to drift off, there was a sound like a yelp, followed by what was definitely a slap. Then the thumping started, right on the other side of the wall, rattling your own headboard.

You knew instantly what was happening, your whole body tensing, eyes wide. You knew, but you really, really didn't want to lie there and listen to it.

As if sensing your thoughts, voices started to filter in.

“No…no, please…Daddy, please, it hurts…”

“Shut the fuck up, you little brat. You wanna act like a man, you're gonna take your dad's cock like a man, you hear me?”

Your lookalike was squealing, and certainly not in pleasure, still sounding more than a little out of it, actually. Every whining sound was punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and the rattle of the headboard. You imagined you could almost hear the slikslik of your father's hard cock splitting open your lookalike's cunt. You could definitely hear your father's grunting as he raped the intoxicated young man who looked so much like you.

“Yeah, fuck, tighten up that pussy, son, jerk your daddy's cock with it, ugh, fuck!”

“N-n-nooo,” the copy of you moaned, a sob catching in his throat.

“I said shut up!”

There was a brief pause in the banging, what sounded like a struggle, and your lookalike's voice was muffled.

“There we go,” your father cooed, a parody of sweetness, “nice and quiet like a good boy.”

The banging started up again, your father's moaning so much more pronounced with your own voice - your lookalike's voice, you meant - stifled in the bedsheets or whatever. The pathetic whining was quieted, anyway, and you could hear the growling breaths your father panted out every time he drove his cock into your - his - cunt.

“So wet for me, son,” your father moaned. “Oh, yeah, such a nice, wet cunt my boy's got. Fight me all you like, we both know you want this. Fuckin need it, don't you, you slut? Need your old man's cock stuffed in your pussy. Feels good, doesn't it, son?”

You clenched your fingers in the sheets, thighs pressed together, cock throbbing. You could feel your slick, swollen cunt squishing with every tiny movement as your headboard rattled harder, faster.

“Oh, yeah, baby, oh, fuck. Gonna come on your own father's cock, baby boy? Gonna cream all over your daddy?”

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you spread your legs and plunged one hand into your boxers, fingers thrusting into your dripping cunt feverishly as your father's grunting got louder.

“Yeah, that's it, son, that's it, squeeze your dad's cock nice…and…tight…fuck!”

He roared behind the wall, the headboard clattering louder than ever as he pounded into you…him…you….whatever. You could hear your muffled whining getting louder, as well, as your cunt gushed around your fingers, indistinguishable from the whines of the lookalike your father was violently breeding just a thin wall away.

“Fuck, yeah, take my cum, take all of it, let Dad knock you up, baby boy, shh, shh, that's it.”

Gasping, you came, pussy clenching down around your fingers. You could practically feel the way your father's cock would throb and twitch inside you as he raped his spunk into your unprotected womb…

There was a brief moment of silence, only broken by your panting, and your father's. Then, quietly, you heard him mutter “passed out again? Tsk.”

You slipped your fingers from your slick cunt, walls spasming with the aftershock of your orgasm, your dick still throbbing with arousal when you realized you'd just gotten off to your own father raping someone until they passed out. Your pussy gushed as you moaned, twitching, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching down again to stroke your cock with sticky fingers.

Then the banging started again. Softly at first, then louder, until it was even more thunderous than before.

“Ohhh, yeah, you're even better when you're passed out, son. Pretty pussy's all wet and loose…”

You choked on a gasp, hips jerking at the thought of him molesting your unconscious body, railing your limp form while you laid there unawares, vulnerable, unable to fight back or protest. Your fingers worked over your cock desperately, your slick making an obscene sound that you might worry your father would hear, if he wasn't being so loud himself.

“Yeah, take it, you little slut! Look at your little pussy swallowing my thick dad cock - fucking made for this! Made to be your own father's fleshlight, Daddy's pretty toy to jerk off with….yeah, let Daddy rub his cock with your pussy, baby, let him milk his balls dry. Gonna paint that womb again…knock you up…fucking breed you…gonna put a baby in my boy, fuck, yes!”

Eyes rolling back, you arched off the bed, shuddering as you came again. “Daddy,” you whimpered softly, stuffing your fingers back into your aching pussy, desperate to fill yourself as well as you knew your daddy's cock would. Hot, hard, ready to rape a baby into you…

You come again when you hear his triumphant roar. “Fuck! Yes! Take Daddy's cum, baby! Yes! Unh! Unh!”

Collapsing onto the bed, you gasp for air, fingers still pumping into your cunt as you tried to draw out your orgasm, tears rolling down your face. You laid there, a shivering mess, and listened to your father panting and the soft sounds of kisses.

“Mmm, good boy. Always such a good boy for me once the pills kick in.”

Your fingers twitch inside of you. You crook them, digging them into your g-spot, licking your lips.

“Daddy's good boy,” your father cooed again, insincere as ever. “Tightest little cunt I've ever had. Mmm, yeah…”

You could hear the sound of skin on skin again, and gently, your father's bedframe started to thump against the wall again.

Sobbing, you spread your legs further.