Reproductive Labor

"No," Ms. Safra warned sharply. "Show me that pretty face, Valentina. I want to watch you fall apart for me."

At that, Val let out a high-pitched, feminine squeak. She'd never felt more humiliated, but she couldn't stop touching herself. She couldn't even close her eyes. Something compelled her to keep looking straight at Ms. Safra as her boss's face twisted in mocking scorn.

"I'll give it to you," Ms. Safra whispered. "That thing you can't stop thinking about. I'll let you take my cock. I'll breed you. All you have to do is give up, Valentina. Tell me you'll be mine. You'll quit this job, and accept your place."

"Huughhaa," Val groaned. She could sense that if she accepted Ms. Safra's offer, something inside her would snap permanently. Her pride, her whole identity, was at the point of shattering. The worst part was, she was still tempted. Her body simply needed it so badly. More than it needed food or water or air. Even so, Val tried to muster some resistance. She couldn't let her boss win. "Nnngghh..."

"Say it, breedbitch."

"Y-yes!" Val gasped. When Ms. Safra called her that, all her willpower simply melted away. The burning need in her body doubled, and that overwhelmed everything else. "O-OK. Yes. Yes!"

Ms. Safra laughed cruelly. "Not good enough, Valentina. I need you to tell me what you want. Use your words."

Val let out a keening whine at the unfairness of that, even as the humiliation made her cunt drip even harder. "I'll... I'll quit. I'll be y-yours. I'll l-let you fuck me... knock me up... breed me."

"Let me?" Ms. Safra just laughed louder. She reached down to her side and unzipped her pencil skirt, and started slipping out of it. "Just for that, you stupid girl, I'm going to make you beg."

Val bristled just a little, but any and all resistance within her was immediately destroyed when she saw Ms. Safra's cock forming a hard bulge in the front of her panties. She broke. "P-please! Please fuck me, please breed me, please knock me up. Please, please, please pump your seed into me. Please! I-I quit. I'll be yours. I'll do a-anything you want, just, p-please!"

"I guess even you can do something right," Ms. Safra purred. "Fine. I accept your resignation, Valentina. Now come here."

As much as she wished she could have been resentful, Val felt nothing but jubilation as she leapt to her feet. As quickly as she possibly could, the butch lesbian stripped out of her shirt and her slacks before practically tearing her boxers and sports bra to shreds. An instant after she was naked, she felt Ms. Safra take hold of her and forcefully push her down over her desk. Val was left on her back, looking up desperately at the looming businesswoman, papers scattering everywhere.

Ms. Safra took a moment to enjoy the sight, now that all of Val's feminine curves were on display. Val had eyes only for Ms. Safra's cock.

"Don't worry," Ms. Safra said, as she slipped out of her panties. "I'll make sure you enjoy this, breedbitch."

Val didn't even hear her. A thin trail of drool was hanging down from one side of her mouth. She was utterly transfixed by the sight of Ms. Safra's hard, naked cock. When the trigger hit, she simply forgot that anything else in the world existed.

Then, a moment later, Ms. Safra was thrusting inside her.

The sensation of her boss's thick cock filling her cunt made Val howl with pleasure. Finally, the need that had been building within her for hours was being sated. Val did her best to beg for more and to wrap her legs around Ms. Safra's body, but the sheer, overwhelming pleasure made her words incoherent and her movements flailing and useless. Ms. Safra had no trouble mastering the squirming, broken butch. She wrapped her hands around Val's thighs and used her grip on her to control her thrusts, filling Val as deep as she could with each and every stroke.

"You like this?" Ms. Safra grunted. "I do. I love using your body for its true purpose." She rested a hand on Val's stomach and started groping it. "I can't wait to see you looking full and pregnant." The hand moved up to squeeze Val's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. "And these, swollen and dripping. It's going to be perfect."

At once, those images filled Val's head. Even though they were the opposite of everything she'd ever wanted for herself, they made her moan all the louder. Ms. Safra's hypnosis had warped her mind beyond recognition.

"I'll get you a nice pretty dress to help show it all off." Ms. Safra's voice was thick and breathy with pleasure. It was obvious she was getting off just as much on Val's humiliation as on the sex. "Something nice and tight. Frilly and girly. You'll make the perfect little housewife."

Hearing that made Val squirm and trash, but she didn't try to pull away. She couldn't. She'd already lost. All she could do was try and sink into the endless pleasure of being filled with her boss's cock. Val's eyes started to roll backward.

"Hey. Hey!" Ms. Safra said sharply. "Stay with me. I want you to feel it when I fill your womb. I want to make you understand what you are now." Her grin was becoming wilder and more sadistic with each passing moment. "Tell me. Tell me your name."

"V-V-Val!" Val replied automatically, struggling to even speak.

"Not anymore." Ms. Safra slapped her a few times across the face. The sharp pain felt more like pleasure, but it helped rouse Val a little. "Try again."

"Nggh," Val moaned. She knew what her boss wanted to hear. "V-Valentina."

Ms. Safra laughed maniacally. "Good girl! I knew even you were smart enough to be trained, if I took the right approach." She brought her hand back down to Valentina's hips, raking her long nails over her skin as she did. "Fuck, you're tight! I can feel how much you want this."

"I-I do!" Valentina didn't care anymore. She just needed to feel Ms. Safra's virile cum painting her insides. "P-please Ms. Safra!"

Now Ms. Safra was the one to moan. "Mmf. That's what I want to hear." She was pumping her hips in short, sharp thrusts now, the pitch of her grunts rising as she neared the edge of orgasm.

"P-please fuck me!" Valentina couldn't help but beg, even though Ms. Safra hadn't told her to. She couldn't wait any longer. "Please cum inside me! Please knock me up! Please breed me!"

Her desperate pleas were like a red rag to a bull. Ms. Safra's nostrils flared and moments later, Valentina felt her boss's cock start to throb inside her. The sensation filled her with unspeakable euphoria. This was it. This was what she needed.

Both of them came at once when Valentina felt Ms. Safra start pumping her cum inside her.

The simple knowledge of what that meant made Valentina completely delirious. She knew she was in the dangerous part of her cycle. She knew that every part of her body and mind was open and receptive. There was every chance she would get knocked up from this. Valentina couldn't help but wish for it. She was finally able to hook her legs around Ms. Safra's body and pull her in tight, hoping to keep every last drop of her boss's precious, virile seed inside of her.

Ms. Safra clearly had the same desire. She kept herself inside Valentina until she had nothing left. Then, both of them sagged, sweating and panting from the exertion of sex. As Ms. Safra pulled away, Valentina remained lying on her back and lifted her hips slightly. She needed to make sure she was properly bred. It was what she was for.

"Get dressed," Ms. Safra said eventually. She was already putting her clothes back on. "And give me your employee pass. You won't need it anymore."

"Yes, Ms. Safra," Valentina said, in a small, submissive voice.

"My driver will pick us up shortly," her boss - her new owner - continued. "Don't worry about your apartment. My people have your address. They'll collect everything important, and throw away all your clothes. Starting tomorrow, you'll have a wardrobe." Ms. Safra smiled wickedly. "From now on, you're coming home with me."