"Please sir fuck me again."
"What else slut?"
"Breed me sir. Please put a baby in me!"
I heard the cries long before I saw the two figures.
I'm a junior reporter for the local newspaper. I had heard the rumures that there is a local breeding farm forcing girls to breed and then selling the babies for top dollar on the black market. My editor thought it was a load of bullshit and basically told me to get proof. This leads me to sneaking around in the bush snapping pictures of the well endowed male fucking the women tied to a sawhorse. My pussy ached as I watched her get plowed hard from behind.
"Oh Claire you're the best lay I have ever had." He groaned slapping her ass hard.
"Thank you sir." She whispered. Groaning as he withdrew from her slit. I gasped at his size. He had to be close to 11 inches and as thick as a bottle.
As the man approached the barn a women walked out to greet him. She was completely nude as well and at least 8 months pregnant.
"Leave her in that position for at least twenty minutes then put her back in her stall." He reached down and rubbed her huge belly before disappearing.
I had to check out the barn. I quietly slinked around the back side and came across a low window in back. I glanced in and gasped in shock. It was set up like a common room Tables and chairs and all. A TV sat in the corner but what amazed me was that there were several heavily pregnant women playing cards and watching TV all naked except for a collar around their necks.
I lifted my camera and took several quick shots. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"And you must be Laura."
The voice took me by surprise. I spun around to meet the god with the huge cock standing behind me his cock at full attention.
I swallowed my surprise and took a step forward. "I am Laura Smith reporter for the Daily Record. Can you explain to my readers what exactly you are doing here?"
"Of course Miss. Smith" The god smiled at me. "I kidnap women off the street. Give them new names bring them back here fuck, break, train and then sell them to the highest bidders." He reached over and grabbed me suddenly. "Most of them heavily pregnant."
"Let me go. The paper will come looking for me if I don't return." I scream at him struggling to break the iron hold he had on me.
"Sorry to disappoint you sweetie but they won't. Your editor tipped us off that you would be here. He has decided you would be better off in his bed then writing for his newspaper." My face falls at this news. "So I welcome you Laura to The Breeding Ranch. My name is Carl."
He pulled me from the barn breaking smashing my camera under his foot. He led me to the main farm house.