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Art by MsPixelicious.www.deviantart.com/mspixelicio… commssioned by Mr DjEtla who invited me to add a female point of view

Breeding at Hill's Meat - the female perspective:

A year ago, the new Law and Order Party came to power in this country. It immediately delivered on its promise to clean up the streets of crime and riffraff like myself. I've lived on the streets since I was 12 and I've managed to adapt. Now, at 19, with the new police policies, I felt like having a huge target tattooed on my bare back.

Right before the new government took office, two of my fellow gang members robbed a gas station. I tagged along, partly out of boredom, partly for the thrill. Unfortunately, they weren't careful with their guns, the owner of the shop fought back and, in the end, the whole place blew up like a torch. My mates died in the fire, I was the only survivor - and the only scapegoat.

At the time of my trial, the new government had promulgated a new law on "rapid response to violent crime" and, in the space of a few minutes, with the avid and humiliating participation of the media, I was sentenced to "30 years to life" in the country's most brutal and secure prison. However, this law also contained a new provision for "redemption as a useful person in society".

* * *

The new government was also racist. It introduced a policy called 'racial balance', aimed at increasing the number of Caucasian babies. This offered me the chance to 'redeem' myself by having children, with 5 years knocked off my sentence for each child.

When I arrived in prison, the warden immediately placed me in the C wing, where the most brutal and hardened inmates were serving life sentences. In this way, she warmed me up for her offer.

When the day came, they made me sit in front of the warden's mahagon desk, chained me with heavy handcuffs and chains around my waist, on all four limbs and around my neck. The chains were so short that I could not even sit upright. Instead, I had to squat and look from my inferior, slightly hunched perspective, up to the warden behind her huge desk. My back and buttocks were still aching from the hard knocks I had received over the last few weeks.

"There's no need to remove her gag," the warden told the orderly. "All she has to do is nod. It will be a simple yes or no question – or rather, just a yes-question. We will not invite her to insult or spit on the representatives of this honourable institution by removing that nice gag and muzzle."

I listened in disgust and continued to chew on the big swollen rubber pear they'd shoved deep into my mouth and fixed with a muzzle which covered the lower half of my face, while she explained me what the penal system had in store for me.

"So, inmate 101, you've decided to become a mother. Congratulation! This is a very sensible decision, the right thing to do - and a sign of redemption. It will look good on your record at your parole hearing, a few decades from now. Unfortunately, it means that we already have to part ways again. You will become the property of our excellent partner, 'Hill's Meat' - well, not property in the exact sense of the word. But it's kind of the same thing! You'll have as much say in your future as any breeding cattle on a dairy farm. Of course, this is not an amusement retreat with sex games as the cherry on top. It is meant as corporal punishment, and you will experience that punishment through the circumstances of your impregnation.”

“Nod your head if you agree, inmate! I've already signed the form for you since you've been declared mentally unfit by the court."

At cue, the orderly painfully grabbed me by the hair and nodded with my head.

* * *

And now here I am, lying on the impregnation table, spread-eagled, hooded, gagged and bound, naked except for the tight latex hood, the bondage mittens (and the crushing corset that secures me to the table at the same time).

Here I lie, stretched out and barely able to move a muscle. So – this is how I'm going to start my pregnancy - I'd imagined it would be more romantic. I can feel my unknown future baby dad's cock penetrating me. He doesn't speak - or at least I can't hear him. I think they've plugged my ears and made me deaf to prevent any further interaction between us. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else either - I don't know why. Maybe he thinks I'm ugly or is disgusted by my lack of morals. Or maybe – just maybe – he is just as helplessly bound as me. An exciting thought! Something excites him too. I can feel his cock getting bigger and harder. He’s slamming into me hard now, pushing his member all the way in until I can feel his pelvis bumping against my crotch.

I’m so full! Only my arse feels empty, and next time I’ll be begging them to stuff me back there too. I expected to feel pain, but instead I feel incredibly hot. My juices lubricate the stranger’s dick. Being used like this, suffering as a helpless victim of anonymous sex, turns me on! I can't believe it, but my body is betraying me and sending me a clear message. Endorphins flood my head and body and inundate me with pleasure. When I feel his sperm flowing into me, I'm screaming with orgiastic desire into my big gag.

It is so much fun starting a family!

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Art by MsPixelicious.www.deviantart.com/mspixelicio… commssioned by Mr DjEtla who invited me to add a female point of view

Breeding at Hill's Meat - the female perspective:

A year ago, the new Law and Order Party came to power in this country. It immediately delivered on its promise to clean up the streets of crime and riffraff like myself. I've lived on the streets since I was 12 and I've managed to adapt. Now, at 19, with the new police policies, I felt like having a huge target tattooed on my bare back.

Right before the new government took office, two of my fellow gang members robbed a gas station. I tagged along, partly out of boredom, partly for the thrill. Unfortunately, they weren't careful with their guns, the owner of the shop fought back and, in the end, the whole place blew up like a torch. My mates died in the fire, I was the only survivor - and the only scapegoat.

At the time of my trial, the new government had promulgated a new law on "rapid response to violent crime" and, in the space of a few minutes, with the avid and humiliating participation of the media, I was sentenced to "30 years to life" in the country's most brutal and secure prison. However, this law also contained a new provision for "redemption as a useful person in society".

* * *

The new government was also racist. It introduced a policy called 'racial balance', aimed at increasing the number of Caucasian babies. This offered me the chance to 'redeem' myself by having children, with 5 years knocked off my sentence for each child.

When I arrived in prison, the warden immediately placed me in the C wing, where the most brutal and hardened inmates were serving life sentences. In this way, she warmed me up for her offer.

When the day came, they made me sit in front of the warden's mahagon desk, chained me with heavy handcuffs and chains around my waist, on all four limbs and around my neck. The chains were so short that I could not even sit upright. Instead, I had to squat and look from my inferior, slightly hunched perspective, up to the warden behind her huge desk. My back and buttocks were still aching from the hard knocks I had received over the last few weeks.

"There's no need to remove her gag," the warden told the orderly. "All she has to do is nod. It will be a simple yes or no question – or rather, just a yes-question. We will not invite her to insult or spit on the representatives of this honourable institution by removing that nice gag and muzzle."

I listened in disgust and continued to chew on the big swollen rubber pear they'd shoved deep into my mouth and fixed with a muzzle which covered the lower half of my face, while she explained me what the penal system had in store for me.

"So, inmate 101, you've decided to become a mother. Congratulation! This is a very sensible decision, the right thing to do - and a sign of redemption. It will look good on your record at your parole hearing, a few decades from now. Unfortunately, it means that we already have to part ways again. You will become the property of our excellent partner, 'Hill's Meat' - well, not property in the exact sense of the word. But it's kind of the same thing! You'll have as much say in your future as any breeding cattle on a dairy farm. Of course, this is not an amusement retreat with sex games as the cherry on top. It is meant as corporal punishment, and you will experience that punishment through the circumstances of your impregnation.”

“Nod your head if you agree, inmate! I've already signed the form for you since you've been declared mentally unfit by the court."

At cue, the orderly painfully grabbed me by the hair and nodded with my head.

* * *

And now here I am, lying on the impregnation table, spread-eagled, hooded, gagged and bound, naked except for the tight latex hood, the bondage mittens (and the crushing corset that secures me to the table at the same time).

Here I lie, stretched out and barely able to move a muscle. So – this is how I'm going to start my pregnancy - I'd imagined it would be more romantic. I can feel my unknown future baby dad's cock penetrating me. He doesn't speak - or at least I can't hear him. I think they've plugged my ears and made me deaf to prevent any further interaction between us. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else either - I don't know why. Maybe he thinks I'm ugly or is disgusted by my lack of morals. Or maybe – just maybe – he is just as helplessly bound as me. An exciting thought! Something excites him too. I can feel his cock getting bigger and harder. He’s slamming into me hard now, pushing his member all the way in until I can feel his pelvis bumping against my crotch.

I’m so full! Only my arse feels empty, and next time I’ll be begging them to stuff me back there too. I expected to feel pain, but instead I feel incredibly hot. My juices lubricate the stranger’s dick. Being used like this, suffering as a helpless victim of anonymous sex, turns me on! I can't believe it, but my body is betraying me and sending me a clear message. Endorphins flood my head and body and inundate me with pleasure. When I feel his sperm flowing into me, I'm screaming with orgiastic desire into my big gag.

It is so much fun starting a family!