EXTRACT FOR
Breeding Molly
(Emily Sinclaire)

Molly stared up at the doctor in shock. "Are you certain?"

"One hundred percent. You are pregnant, Miss Brown. The other good news is you are also free of any STD's." Dr. Linowski ??" Molly's Ob-Gyn said. "Also, it's none of my business, but from doing your examinations for the last seven years I've noticed a rather...ahem, large difference in the size of your vaginal entrance as well as some signs of rough sexual activity. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

"Truth be told, I'd rather not, but to avoid any sort of investigation I've recently been engaging in some rather...kinky, sex. Nothing was forced and I'll leave it at that."

"As long as it's consensual it's none of my business, but you understand I had to ask."

"I understand. Is there anything else?" Molly asked, suddenly feeling the heat of humiliation washing over her. 

"I would suggest taking it easy for a while to allow yourself time to recuperate. And now that you're pregnant I would strongly advise you to tell your partners to wear condoms to lower the risk of infection and the spread of STD's to the baby."

"Fat chance their going to follow that order. It was their intention to, as they put it, breed me like a fucking cow."

"I see. Well, then all I can suggest is you make them get regular testing so you don't put you or your baby in any undo danger. And just between you and me, I'll deny ever saying it if it leave this office, but I think that is one of the hottest things I've ever heard in my life. You being a breeding cow, that is."

"What? Really?"

"God yes! You also didn't hear this from me, but my two children were the result of breeding parties a friend and I held three times a month. She is on her fifth, but I stopped after two."

"WOW! Seriously? You were a breeding cow?"

"I was."

"How many men?"

"Twelve to twenty depending on the party. How about you?"

"As many as sixty between me and another woman."

"Holy hell! No wonder there's so much trauma down there!"

"That would be from the fisting," Molly let slip.

"Well, that explains that then. Look, I'm the last woman that's going to judge you for what you're doing, but you need to take precautions and be safe about it. If you don't personally know and trust these men you should stop while you're ahead. Or at least while your with child."

"Did you know the men that bred you?"

"I did. And they only had sex with us and no one else for the entire time I was used for breeding. We also required them to be regularly tested."

"I'm sure the studio has them tested."

"Studio? Are you a porn star now?"

"No, nothing like that," Molly lied. In the nearly three months since she did her first shoot as a fetish model, she had been back once a week like clockwork to be humiliated, degraded, fisted and bred. "Forget I even said it."

"It's okay, Molly, you know that whatever you say in this room stays in this room unless it's something I'm required to report to the law."