Bitches In Heat The Harem

There was no turning back now. The ad had found me on a particularly desperate day and somehow I'd had the courage to submit my application. A few days later, the escort showed up on my doorstep, and here I was, bags packed standing in front of The Harem.

I'd heard many stories about The Harem growing up -- it was part of my mother's weekly lectures about making good choices and resisting our base instincts -- but there had always been a strong curiosity about the possibilities it presented. The opportunity to be pleasured and satisfied to my heart's content was difficult to resist.

"This way, ma'am."

My escort -- a particularly stubborn man dressed in a full suit and tie -- led me to the front door, carrying my suitcase. He'd refused to answer any of my questions in the car, giving me stony silence for the entire trip.

The front door was grand and ornate. He held it open for me and I stepped inside, immediately taken aback by the scene before me. It looked like an ordinary reception room, except for the man and woman fucking on the couch.

The woman was on her knees, ass up in the air with her face pressed down into the cushions. The man behind her was fucking her pussy hard, thrusting like a piston deep in her cunt. Each thrust drew a guttural groan from the bitch who gave no care to her wanton needs being displayed so publicly. Her breeder looked over his shoulder, smirked at me briefly, before refocusing on his bitch.

I couldn't look away.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" the bitch squealed, and the breeder locked in. He grabbed her hips and held his cock deep in her pussy. He shuddered as he made his release, locking eyes with me and groaning with his bitch.

The room was suddenly very quiet with only the heavy breathing from the couches.

A soft, feminine voice broke the silence behind me. "So amazing, right? I bet you can't wait for yours."

I turned to see a tall blonde woman standing in front of the reception desk. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her -- she was completely naked, her abdomen swollen with pregnancy, and she cradled a young infant who was suckling on her tit. She was everything my mother had warned me about, and everything I now aspired for.

"Welcome to The Harem," the woman continued, smiling kindly as she approached me. "Tell me your name, sweetie."

"Hi, um -- my name is Bianca."

"Bianca, it's lovely to meet you. I'm Steffy, I'll help you get settled today."

My attention was drawn back to the couches -- the breeder slapped his bitch's ass as he withdrew his cock. He withdrew with a loud wet plop. Cum oozed out of the bitch's cunt, but she held her pose to ensure the seed took.

The breeder left her without a word and stood beside Steffy. My eyes were drawn to his cock, covered in a mix of cum and pussy juice, and still rock-hard. My cunt flooded with heat and I had to take a breath to compose myself.

"This one mine?" the breeder asked Steffy. He put his hand on her bare ass and squeezed.

Steffy put her free hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently. "Bianca will be in Master Noah's harem."

The breeder smirked. "Hope her cunt can take him." He leaned over Steffy's unattended breast and suckled on her tit for a moment, tasting her breastmilk. Without another word, he released her heavy tit and walked away, cock still hard and guiding his stride.

"Wow," I said without thinking.

Steffy smiled. "You'll love it here." She stepped towards me. "Now, before we go any further, I'm going to need you to undress. There are no clothes at The Harem, unless your breeder explicitly requests it."

"Oh, okay." I tried to sound confident, but my voice shook, suddenly nervous.

"Here, let me help you." The bitch from the couch stood and walked over to us, a drunk smile on her face. I could smell the cum dripping down her leg.

The bitch began undressing me, first my jacket and shirt, then my jeans, leaving me standing in only my underwear.

"You have beautiful breasts," the bitch said breathily as she traced her fingertips over my lace bra. My nipples were hard and I moaned at her touch.

"Master Noah is going to love breeding you," Steffy said. Her infant had stopped feeding and was now being burped over her shoulder. Droplets of milk continued to leak from her tits, landing on her swollen belly.

"I want tits like yours," I told Steffy as the bitch unhooked my bra. My tits fell slightly without their support, but I longed for heavy, milk-filled tits like Steffy's. I wanted them to fill my chest entirely.

"You will soon," Steffy promised as the bitch latched her mouth over one of my nipples. My fingers threaded through her hair and I grasped her for stability as she sucked hard, eliciting desperate moans from my lips.

"Courtney, give her a break," Steffy giggled softly. "Her first orgasm should be with Master Noah."

The bitch -- Courtney -- swirled her tongue around my nipple a few more times before she released my tit with a wet plop. Without another word she lowered herself to her knees and pressed her nose against my panties, inhaling deeply.

"Oh, she's so ready. She's a bitch in heat, alright."

"Please," I begged, desperate to be like these girls.

As Courtney peeled my panties off, my eyes suddenly locked with the escort -- he'd been standing in the corner of the room this whole time, watching everything, yet still impassive. I imagined tempting him to drop his charade, showing him my dripping wet cunt. The temptation would be too much. He'd unzip his pants and fuck me, fully dressed, while I moaned and writhed beneath him.

"Alright," Courtney stood, drawing me away from my fantasy. "She's ready."

"Perfect, we just have a few administrative things to take care of. Thanks for your help, Courtney."

"You're welcome!" Courtney planted a kiss on Steffy's lips. "Shall I take Joey to the nursery?"

"Oh that would be fabulous, thank you."

Steffy passed baby Joey to Courtney, and then Courtney left, still naked, dried cum still proudly on her legs.

Steffy collected a clipboard from the reception desk then took me to sit at the couches where Courtney had been bred only minutes before. My naked skin pressed wetly against the leather.

"Could you check that we have your details correct? Then we'll do quick physical and blood tests and get you chipped. We'll do a few cosmetic things before I introduce you to Master Noah."

I read over the sheet on the clipboard. My details were correct, but I noted the clear shift in terminology. Everything identified me as a bitch of The Harem rather than a general citizen. My bitch ID number was NK-09427 and there were spaces for Steffy to note my breast weight, nipple length, cunt size and clit size.

"Wow," I commented. "There's a lot here you need to measure."

"It's just for fun, really," Steffy reassured me. "In a few months, you'll love checking how wide your cunt has stretched, how heavy your tits have become."

I signed the paperwork and handed the clipboard back to Steffy, giving my tits a squeeze. They were tiny in comparison to Steffy's.

"Some of our Harem Masters have very specific requests for their bitches," Steffy continued. "Master Christian, for example, only takes bitches who keep their pubic hair, while Master Roy only breeds Asian bitches."

I processed this for a moment before asking, "Does Master Noah have any requirements?"

Steffy gave a sly smile. "Master Noah enjoys bitches who need some support to accept their breeding instincts."

My eyes widened and Steffy winked knowingly. Would I regret being so honest in my application?

"Let's do your physical. Come with me."

Steffy led me to a room behind the reception desk. It looked like a plain doctor's office with an examination chair in the middle.

"Take a seat," Steffy said with a smile, wheeling over a set of stirrups, "and we'll put your legs up here."

Steffy helped guide my ankles to the stirrups, then used them to gently ease my legs open, exposing my gushing cunt.

"You have an intoxicating aroma," Steffy commented. "I'm going to measure your pussy now. I'll be touching your labia and clit, and inserting my fingers into your pussy, okay?"

I nodded and breathed a soft, "Okay."

I expected the clinical sensation of a gloved hand, but instead I felt Steffy's fingertips directly on my flesh. Her hands were warm and soft, but her gel nails added an erotic thrill to the experience.

She caressed my labia for a few moments before making notes on her clipboard, then did the same for my clit. Her fingers circled my clit slowly, driving me crazy.

"Oh god," I moaned, unable to hold myself back. "Please, more."

Steffy giggled. "Not yet, babe. I'm just trying to take an accurate measure of your clit, but she's hiding away from me."

She continued to circle my clit, a bit more forcefully this time. My toes curled and my breathing became shallow, desperate. I gripped the side of the exam chair as my hips started bucking on instinct. "Oh, please!" I begged.

"You are one horny bitch," Steffy praised, withdrawing her hands and pondering her situation for a moment. Without her touch, my body managed to settle itself again. "Look, this is a bit unorthodox," Steffy continued, "but would you mind if I suckle your clit to draw it out?"

I just about lost my mind at the thought of this. Was this place real?

"Whatever you need to do," I answered.

Steffy adjusted the stirrups so that my legs were further apart. She pressed her hand down on my pelvis and I watched her face disappear into my cunt. She gently blew air onto my clit, drawing an animalistic mewl from my lips.

"Come here, little clitty," she whispered. Her tongue was suddenly on me, drawing up within my folds. She stiffened her tongue and circled my clit a few times before she puckered her lips around the hood and began suckling. Agonising pleasure consumed me.

I moaned loudly and tried to buck my hips into her face, but she held me down with her hand. She gently suckled until -- finally -- my clit pulled free of its hood. Steffy gave it a gentle nibble that shocked me. My body pulled away in the chair, breaking free of her hold. Steffy bit her lip to hide her grin.

"Alright, we got her," she said after a moment, still matter of fact. "Let me take her measure."

I dropped my ass back into position in the chair. "Please, I need to cum."

"I know you do, sweetie," she crooned as her fingers returned to my clit, measuring delicately. "Master Noah will take care of you soon."

I scrunched my eyes and tried to compose myself.

"Alright, I'm going to measure your pussy now. Hold still."

Without a moment to process this, Steffy gently inserted her finger into my cunt. She drove it to the hilt, then withdrew slowly, eliciting another moan from me. She then inserted two fingers, more slowly this time, pushing it to the hilt. She scissored her fingers gently within me, teasing me, before withdrawing completely.

"Please make me cum," I begged again.

"Trust me," Steffy said, now easing three fingers into my pussy, "Master Noah will make you cum better than my fingers can."

Steffy's three fingers couldn't go as deep as just the two. It felt shallow, probably only to her first knuckles, then she withdrew and made some notes.

"Master Noah will love your tight cunt," she commented. "But it won't be tight for long."

I'd had sex only three times in my life before -- once in high school, twice in college. All three were utter disappointments, leading me here today. The promise of constant fucking excited my gushing, desperate cunt.

"Alright, let's measure your tits." Steffy guided my legs out of the stirrups then walked over to a machine at the back of the room. "Come over to the scales here."

Steffy lifted my left tit onto a cool steel plate and noted its weight, then repeated the same to my right tit. She pinched my nipples quickly, ensuring they were fully puckered, then took their measurements too.

"This is quite the torturous foreplay," I told Steffy as she led me back to the exam chair.

"That's why they call us bitches."

We both laughed together, but there was an obvious desperation in my voice.

Two women came into the room. One was short, naked and had a very slight swelling to her belly, while the other was a red head dressed in black lacy lingerie with crotchless panties.

"Alright, I'm going to give your cunt a quick wax -- Master Noah's request -- while Zara and Abby do your nails."

The girls quickly got to work. I hardly noticed my nails being done -- long acrylics painted deep crimson -- as all my attention was focused on the painful waxing. My arousal quickly disappeared as Steffy ripped follicles from my pussy lips and asshole. Once finished, she massaged soothing serums and oils all over my body -- cunt, ass, navel, tits, ankles, everywhere.

While Abby and Zara finished off my manicure, Steffy did the final physical tests. She took a sample of my blood and then inserted a microchip.

As we were finishing up, another woman entered the room with Steffy's infant, who was crying and hungry. I watched as Steffy held Joey and guided her tit to his hungry mouth. Her areolas were dark and wide, and I was completely mesmerised.

Steffy saw me watching and smirked. "This will be you soon with Master Noah's offspring."

"What does it feel like -- breastfeeding?"

"It's magical. I love how full my tits get with milk, and how it sustains my babies."

"How many babies do you have?"

"Joey here is my fourth, and baby number five is about a month away." Steffy rubbed her belly while she fed Joey.

"Did you breastfeed them all?"

"Of course," Steffy laughed. "I've been milking since my first was born. Master George loves milking his bitch's tits, so he keeps our supply going, even if his babies aren't feeding anymore."

"Oh, wow," I marvelled.

"Would you like a taste?" Before I had a chance to comprehend this question, Steffy sat herself on the exam table with me and pressed her unattended tit to my face.

I didn't question it. I leant forward and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking to draw her milk.

"Easy, tiger," she giggled.

Steffy massaged her tit and I eased my pressure on her. The milk let down and pooled on my tongue -- the sweetest, most delicate flavour. I worked her tit for a few moments before Steffy eased herself out of my mouth, droplets continuing to seep from her nipple.

"Master George won't be happy if I don't have any milk for him." She caressed my cheek.

"Please," I begged her, "take me to Master Noah. I'm ready to be his bitch."

Steffy smirked. "Yes, you are."

Steffy helped me off the exam chair, gave me one final look over, and then declared I was ready. She typed a few notes into her computer, then led me through the other door of the exam room -- the one Abby and Zara had used.

It was a wide corridor full of light. Couches lined the white walls -- some were occupied by breeding couples or sister wives helping each other out. There was a constant sound of moaning and flesh being pounded.

My cunt immediately gushed. Now hairless, it felt even wetter than ever before.

A few of the breeding masters stood and watched me walk past, stroking their cocks enticingly. One particularly bold master approached, but as soon as Steffy told him that I was reserved for Master Noah, he backed off without hassle.

Were masters allowed to breed another master's bitch?

My cunt gushed again at the erotic thrill of being shared, taken...

The wide corridor led to a common rec room, which had many more corridors leading off to different wings of The Harem. More masters and bitches were breeding freely on every surface, others watching on and masturbating at the sights.

"This way." Steffy led me up an ornate staircase. The upper level had an air of class about it, with less open breeding than the ground floor. Dark mahogany lined the corridors, which were decorated with tasteful boudoir photographs of bitches in various states. One particular photograph caught my attention -- a close up of a bitch's cunt that was oozing cum after a breeding.

Steffy noticed and commented, "Master Noah loves his bitches and is very proud of them all. You will be adored by him."

I licked my lip as I felt my cunt gush desperately. I inserted a manicured finger between my folds and when I withdrew it, it was soaked.

"Oh, honey," Steffy marvelled. "You're so ready."

She led me quickly to a large ornate mahogany door. She tapped the brass knockers -- a cock and balls figure -- and waited patiently. A young girl opened the door. She had red nails that matched mine exactly, and her body was heavily swollen with pregnancy.

Steffy led me into a room that could only be described as a throne room. Bitches in various states of pregnancy lined the room, attending to different tasks. They all had red nails and bald cunts.

A long red carpet stretched from the door to a raised platform at the other end of the room, where a man sat in a grand chair. He stared at me and followed every move I made, assessing me and my body. I wanted to hide myself from his gaze, but my quivering pussy revelled in his stare.

Steffy stopped at the base of the platform and held her hand out for me to do the same. Up close, I could finally see that the man was large -- buff, toned throughout his body -- and he sat naked upon his throne, cock hard and standing to attention in his lap.

His cock was impossibly huge, surely it wouldn't ever fit...

"Master Noah," Steffy began, "I present to you Bianca Worthington, for your breeding harem. She attends willingly and consents to all conditions of The Harem, sir."

All conditions? I should have read the paperwork more closely...

Master Noah scrutinised my body with his eyes, then gave a brief hum of approval. "Thank you, Steffy, you may return to Master George now."

Steffy gave a short curtsey before turning and walking away, leaving me alone in front of Master Noah. Steffy's absence filled me with a brief moment of panic before Master Noah compelled my attention.

He stood from his throne and stepped off the platform, standing right in front of me. His cock bounced with every step, his large swollen balls swinging between his legs, resembling bull more than man. He stood tall over me, exerting sheer power and strength.

I swallowed nervously. Should I have said something by now?

"Thank you, s--"

"Shhh," he said, pressing his index finger to my lips. "Don't speak, not yet."

He assessed my naked body. "Turn slowly," he commanded.

I heeded his request, turning on the spot so that he had a clear view of my body from every angle. When I was facing him again, he smirked.

"I can see your cunt juices have been dripping all down your legs, Bianca."

I bit my lip and nodded slowly, holding his eyes and not daring to speak yet without his permission.

He reached a hand up to caress my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear before stroking my neck. His touch was soft, delicate, until he suddenly grasped my neck. His hold wasn't tight, but the firmness of his dominance shocked me.

"You are now a bitch in my harem, Bianca," Master Noah began, his voice softer than his grasp on my neck. "You must call me Master Noah, Master or sir -- nothing else, unless I give you explicit permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly on my neck, and I immediately knew my error.

"Yes, sir."

"I was impressed by your application and needed you here immediately. Tell me, are you of the Worthington family who initiated the Worthy Resistance?"

I swallowed slowly. My mother's distaste for the state-mandated breeding initiative went beyond our household -- she'd started a whole resistance movement that sought to take down any formal human breeding programs. If she knew I was here now, her blood would boil.