Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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It was year 2070 and birth rates had declined drastically due to the rise of feminism and the fact that generations before me had became very socially withdrawn, no longer craving any form of face-to-face human interaction, let alone to actually have sex with each other which would cause pregnancy. Even the people who did in engage in sex, they were either promiscuous whores who fed themselves a steady diet of birth control pills and semen or the top 20% of men who only cared about nailing as many broads as humanly possible, not starting a family and keeping the human race from going extinct.
Then there was the men who were not viewed as having 'good enough' genes by women and well those men were the last of their families to carry on their last names. They would be wiped out from existence, left without a trace. They wouldn't have great-great grandkids years from now into their future. Their genes had died with them. Then their sisters, well a woman can't carry on her father's last name and these women weren't interested in reproducing anyway, they were too busy getting cock left and right from different conventionally attractive, successful men. There was no time for them to be mothers, at least that's how they viewed it. Now these women roam around freely, old and barren, utterly useless to men. These cunts enjoyed a privileged life meanwhile because of them, I have had my freedom stripped from me forcefully.
In a way I almost can't blame the people who didn't reproduce. I mean I myself don't want to reproduce yet here I am stuck in this situation. However at the same time, I find myself angry and bitter. Thanks to them abusing their freedom, I now am stuck in this stall to be milked and bred. Due to men seeing that feminism will cause the birth rates to fall, men have decided that the only way to keep the birth rates from ever crashing is to make sure females are kept for breeding and milking. Women are not to be seen 'as equals' and they are certainly not to be seen as superior to men like how feminists wanted.
I was in the stall with my tits hanging over the metal bar and my nipples had been hooked up to some strange device that sucked the milk out of them. I had been like this for hours now. Fuck, it felt as if I was always here with how many hours a day he had forced me to be connected to the device which milked my tits.
My owner came into the room and walked up to me. "Have you been a good girl and producing a lot of milk for me?" He asked me.
My owner was a man in his late fifties who had a beard and dressed in casual, simple attire. His hair had started to grey along with his beard and he had some wrinkles that were typical of a man his age. He honestly looked like someone's sweet old grandfather rather than the type of man who would milk a young woman as if she were a cow and fuck her hard.
"Yes, sir." I responded, nodding submissively. He took the device off one of my nipples and wrapped his lips around my leaking tit. I moaned softly at the feeling of his mouth sucking the milk out of my tit. His mouth let go of my tit and a small stream of milk dribbled down from my tit to my thigh. He quickly attached the device back to my nipple and licked the milk that dripped down.
"Don't want any milk to go to waste now, do I?" He asked.
"No, sir." I responded. He took the device off my left nipple and sucked that one as well. I moaned again which only made him suck my leaking tit with more passion.
"I want to breed that young fertile body of yours, you filthy slut. I want to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum and knock you up." He told me.
"Please, sir, no. You can keep me here and you can milk me as much as you want and you can fuck me but please don't cum in me. You will certainly knock me up. I'm young and fertile and-" I was speaking and then he cut me off.
