Please read chapters 1, 2, and 3 to understand what is happening. Thank you.
A gas was released near Anna's face,(a gas mask would have muffled her noises and covered her facial expressions, which wouldn't make a very exciting video). The gas toyed with her breathing, sometimes making it slow and deep, and sometimes making it hard and fast. Chemicals were being released into her brain, telling her hormones to release feelings of happiness and motherhood, and of course, a very strong sense of body.
It also calmed her from what was to come. She was beginning to feel rumbles and pushes inside her womb, which immediately reminded her of the unpleasant description the lab head had given her of who she was really giving birth to.
But the basic principle that the prison was built on prevented any hysteria. Distractions had always made the operations easy for the lab. Making a woman too happy, too horny, or in dire need to give birth and milk can really make her forget about wanting to escape. And for those who felt more rebellious, there were always the monsters.
There was nothing she could do, not that the thought of trying to get out of this delivery had ever really been considered. The tongue at her hard and growing clit kept her from even attempting to close her legs or move away. The free movement of her hands drew her towards her bare breasts. She gave in to the urge to squeeze and maul at them.
The men in the room could clearly see the strong movements inside of her. They knew they had produced a strong batch. "Push!"
Anna inhaled deeply and naturally, letting the force of her exhale fall down her body. Her muscles, which now felt a bit rejuvenated, pushed. Most of the men who were watching the event on camera were now jacking off. They were very professional young scholars, but they agreed it was a well-earned reward.
"Ahhhh, my..." a stream of intoxicating-scented liquid poured from her entrance. It was just a tiny bit thicker than water, and was just blue enough to not be water. A half a cup of it was sealed to be sent to the lab, and the rest was greedily consumed by whatever man could get near it fast enough.
"This isn't as fast of a birth as I had predicted," said the Chief of Delivery, "I think we'll need to up that gas." The man by the pump changed the setting, allowing almost twice the gas concentrate to come out of the machine.
It was also concluded that the stimulation from the clit-licker was taking too much of her energy and attention, so he was instructed to downgrade to a light rub; he sadly obeyed.
Anna was lost in a fury of confusion. So much seemed to be happening, and all she could think of was her burning need for sex.