Futuristic Dystopia

I tinkered around with the bits of electronics and wires in the lab, attempting to create my next big technological advancement that would captivate society. What I was working on was a hologram projector that takes images from one's own mind and makes it so creations from one's own imagination can be physically seen by projecting these images with a hologram. This advancement would be a significant breakthrough in the entertainment industry as one's own daydreams could become the next famous TV show if the hologram projection is recorded.

The last time I had worked with holograms in a project, I had created hologram strippers. Hologram strip clubs became a thing and my invention was well loved by many. To this day, I still remember all the praise I had received. I remember it fondly.

After I had tirelessly worked for twelve hours, energized with the effects of three cups of coffee to keep me running, I finally left the lab and drove myself home.

As soon as I entered my home I stripped myself of my lab coat and other clothing garments. My owner had rules for me and one of those rules was I was not allowed to wear clothes in the house. The only things I was allowed to wear at home were stockings, a garter belt, heels and whatever piece of jewelry I wanted to wear if I wanted to wear any.

"What would you like for dinner, sir?" I asked him as I headed off to the kitchen to make us both something to eat.

"Mash potatoes, salad and steak." He answered.

When I finished cooking us dinner, I handed him his plate along with his favourite beverage. Then I got myself my plate along with something to drink.

"I hope you like it." I smiled weakly at him as I walked back to sit with him to eat and saw him having his dinner.

"Of course, I do. It's perfect." He said.

"Thank you, sir." I said.

After we finished eating, he took me back to the stall and attached my tits to the milking device.

He looked at me lustfully, watching as the machine milked my tits. I could see his cock harden in his jeans.

"It's time for your breeding again, slut." He said, coming up behind me and unzipping his jeans. He slid his cock inside my wet pussy.

"Already wet, you really were made for breeding, huh, slut?"He degraded me harshly.

"I'm going to fill you with my seed again tonight and every night until I finally have bred you. Then after I've knocked you up, I'm still going to cum in you because if you're already knocked up, what is the point in pulling out of your pussy? Then after that, I'm going to knock you up a second time, slut. You were made for breeding." He explained his plans to me as he thrusted his hard cock inside me.

"Now I want you to beg for me to breed you. I know that you wanting to be bred consciously is the farthest thing from the truth however I know your subconscious mind loves this. If it didn't, you wouldn't be wet." He said.

He wanted me to beg for something I genuinely feared but I knew there was no other choice.

"Please breed me, sir. I want you to fill me with your warm jizz. Please cum in me, sir. " I forced the words out of my mouth, begging him profusely to breed me.

He thrusted faster inside me, grabbing my hips as he mercilessly fucked me.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good, sir." I moaned.

"You're such a dirty little slut." He degraded me harshly.

"Breed your little slut, sir. Fill me with your hot load of jizz. I'm nothing more than a set of holes for you to fuck, a pair of tits for you to milk and a young, fertile bitch for you to breed as much as you want." I said, going along with what he wanted of me.

"Good girl. My little slut knows her place. I've heard stories of some sluts being very disobedient to their owners but you really do seem to be made to be a submissive little whore." He praised me.

"My place is beneath you, sir. I am inferior to you. I'm merely an object for your pleasure" I degraded myself.

"You certainly are an object for my pleasure, you worthless cumslut. You are utterly useless besides your holes. All you are is a warm hole for me to fuck and shoot my load in." He degraded me as he fucked my pussy violently.

"Oh fuck! Give it to me harder! Harder! Breed me!" I exclaimed loudly as I squirted, making a pathetic fool out of myself and proving to him to that I really was a whore. He must have loved it.

He shot his warm load of jizz inside me, filling my cunt up with his seed. I knew that if he somehow hadn't knocked me up yesterday that he would have knocked me up today. I was a twenty year old female. Very fertile and young. I was in my prime years. Eventually he will have successfully knocked me up.

When he got off of me, I felt his semen drip out of my pussy. He zipped up his jeans and went in front of me. He took the milking device off one of my nipples and quickly wrapped his lips around my tit before any of my milk could leak, going to waste. He sucked my tit passionately and lustfully grazed his hand over my other tit, remaining mindful of the milking device still attached to my other nipple. He never wanted any of my milk to go to waste. He then quickly attached the milking device back onto my nipple and unattached the milking device from my other nipple before taking my tit into his mouth. I really enjoyed him sucking on my tits and would moan a bit as he sucked them.

He drank my milk everyday and he told me that my job as a woman was to produce as much milk as possible for him. He quickly put the milking device back on my tit.

"I'm gonna go do some stuff. If you need anything, just call me. I need you to be a good girl and produce the most milk that you possibly can for me." He said.

"I'm on it." I told him.

"That's my good girl." He said and kissed me on the forehead before leaving.