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Claimed
(Crimson Rose)

Anya opened the door to the Breeding Stables and stepped inside. She was immediately greeted by a naked thirty-something blonde wearing only a red band around her right bicep that looked to be about seven months pregnant, and the grunts and moans of nine women being very well fucked.

 "Welcome to the Breeding Stables. My name is Mistress Gina. If you'll go ahead and scan in I'll get you into one of the stockades and your breeding will begin."

"Yes Mistress. Pardon me for asking, but..."

"Did I accidentally get myself locked in the stockades and wind up pregnant?" Mistress Gina said as she gave her swollen belly a slow rub.

"Something like that, Mistress. If you don't mind me asking, is that what really happened?" Anya asked as she scanned the bracer on her right wrist at the terminal. 

"It is. Come, we can talk and walk." Leading the way towards the back of the huge room, Mistress Gina continued. "It happened just as I said. I was working on one of the stockades in the black only section ??" that's for breeding cows who have been ordered to have sex with only black men are placed so please don't give me any racist bullshit. Anyways, I was working on one of the stockades and the arm came down and closed around my neck and left arm. Stuck, I had no choice but to let the men fuck me. Unfortunately, I was not scanned in and was screwed by thirty-eight of them before one agreed to take my bracer off and scan it for me. I was then fucked by another twenty before being released."

"WOW!"

"It was a very exhausting fourteen hours to say the least. Unfortunately, the rules are clear. Anyone, Mistress, bare-neck, submissive or slave that is locked in a stockade is required to complete the process so I was bred by black men for seventy-seven days before being confirmed pregnant."

"Holy shit! That's what, like fifteen hundred times you were fucked?"

"Counting the first time nearly sixteen hundred actually. This is you. When you come in you will find any empty stockade and scan your bracer at the attached terminal. If you forget you will remain locked in until someone agrees to take it off and do it for you and none of the sex you had up to that point will count for the daily total."

"Understood."

"Do you mind me asking your age?"

"Forty-five and as my daughter likes to constantly remind me, I'm in perfect health."

"And you are not on any form of birth control, had a hysterectomy, or any other operation or condition that might make it impossible to have children?"

"No to all of that. I know it's a bit late in life to have more kids, but I have my reasons."

"Not too late at all. You see the brunette three rows up and six to the left? That's MuffBunny. She's forty-nine and this is her sixteenth pregnancy."

"Jesus Christ!"

"And BitchyButt over there is forty-seven and going for number nine. Go ahead and scan in and then place your neck and wrists in the proper places. The top bar will close on its own and the men will line up to breed you."