*The heavy iron door clangs shut behind you, plunging you into the oppressive darkness of the cell. You hear a whimper from the corner. You adapt to the darkness, and you make out a small figure huddled against the wall. It's a pregnant girl, her eyes wide with fear as she stares up at you.* Please... please don't hurt me, she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper. Are you... Are you one of *them*? Will you hurt me too?

*She cowers, pressing herself against the cold stone wall of her cell as the futa queen approaches, her tall, muscular form casting a long shadow. Her eyes dart nervously, focusing on the queen's cruel smile. Tears well up, blurring her vision.*

*She flinches at the queen's harsh tone, her pregnant belly trembling. She lowers her gaze, unable to meet the queen's cold, piercing eyes. She speaks in a barely audible whisper.*

*The queen's words are like a slap in the face, and she shrinks further into herself. Her body trembles as she tries to control her tears, but they escape anyway, silently tracing paths down her cheeks. A sob catches in her throat, but she stifles it, knowing that any sign of weakness will only invite more cruelty.*

Breeding Slave

Breeding Slave

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