Honesty's Session on the Rack

"Mistress, what are you planning?" Honesty asked as she stood naked but for her collar, as her mistress was attempting to blindfold her. For Honesty this was a familiar, if now unusual scene, aside from being in a room she hadn't been in before, inside the penthouse she had barely ever visited.

"Just a little surprise and some fun for both of us." Replied her shorter, brunette mistress as she clipped the blindfold over her larger partner's eyes. "Now stay still and I'll have everything ready soon. And then we can play."

That was something, in that specific sweet tone of voice Rebecca had, that absolutely terrified Honesty. Today was not going to be fun.

"Did I do something?" Honesty continued. "If I did I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Rebecca said "Well, aside from being a bit grumpy, but you're always like that when you haven't gotten off in a while. You really should just ask someone if you're in need."

And then Rebecca started clipping things to Honesty's collar. One felt like a leash, while the other was bulky and metal, and it felt cold against her chest.

Then Rebecca spoke again. "Alright, now I need you to get down on your hands and knees. Can you do that by yourself, or do you need me to guide you?"

"I can do it myself." Said Honesty, before she moved down to a kneeling position, and then after a moment finally, hesitantly placed her palms flat on the terrazzo floor.

"Good girl." Rebecca said, as she reached down to pat the top of Honesty's head. "Now I need to put on the rest of your accessories so please stay still. Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red?" Honesty replied hesitantly, as she heard her mistress lubricate something.

"Good, now relax, breathe out, and prepare for insertion." Rebecca said, waiting only a moment before gently, but firmly inserting a butt plug. "And now all you need is your ears and you'll be done."

"Ears?" Honesty replied. "Are you making me your puppy for the day?"

"No, that's something just for our favorite shikse. I have something else planned for you today dear." Rebecca said as she crouched down to set a hairband atop Honesty's head and pull some foam from one the accessories on Honesty's collar. "Something very special that I'd only do with you, my love. Now move your butt, we're going to the next room to actually start this scene."

As Honesty followed her mistress on a leash, she noticed a bell ringing on her collar. It was an unusual ring and she couldn't place it, but also had more important things to think about, like not face-planting when she slipped on a rug or something. Rebecca of course said nothing.

Finally, after what felt to Honesty like an eternity, the two stopped, and Rebecca undid the blindfold.

Honesty did not like what she saw on the dungeon set. Because of course they were on the dungeon set. And of course, she whimpered a bit in fear.

... It was a stainless steel and plastic breeding rack: a table with manacles for her hands and feet and a pad under where her belly would go to hold it at the right angle, with a chain to hold her collar in place, but still allow her to move, and which left enough space for the breasts of the poor woman chained to it to hang free, and likely be milked by her owner. It looked like the real thing. It looked like one of the ones Marie and Janice had been conceived on, and in turn conceived two more children each. About the only concessions to comfort on it were a set of foam pads for a belly, knees and elbows and cuff liners for the manacles.

For the first time in years, Honesty felt fear for herself. Not for Rebecca, not her sister or adoptive mother, but for herself. But even still, it looked solid. It looked like something she couldn't hurt, and while in, could let herself just enjoy everything that was coming and not worry about breaking someone else as she got fucked into next week.

"Oh wow, you're wet already." Rebecca commented absent-mindedly before patting the rack expectantly. "Now be a good little cow and get up on the rack for mistress. Come on. Up up." Of course she was a cow today.

Honesty obeyed hesitantly and allowed her mistress to lock her into the surprisingly comfortable rack.

"That's a good girl." Rebecca said as she patted her lover's head.

"What are you even planning?" Honesty asked, as she struggled to turn her head to face her mistress.

"Well, I was figuring my big strong girl deserves a big strong bull as a reward for her hard work and loyal service." Rebecca replied as she stroked the side of Honesty's face, carefully noting the combination of fear and arousal it displayed.

And then to Honesty's horror, she leaned in. "And then when I found out Constance had this last week I got an idea." Rebecca continued. "And I decided, well if Marie is going to have twins, I should at least make sure they have a playmate if we all have to move out of the condo."

"So you're breeding me?" Honesty replied as she tried to think about things and not just her emotional state. "Mistress, I thought you wanted to wait until after you graduated?"

"Well I do and I don't, so if it takes it takes, and if it doesn't it doesn't." She replied with a sing-song tone as she trailed her hand down Honesty's side and rubbed her flank. "It's up to God to decide really. But I'd really love to cuddle up between two pregnant bellies soon and I'd love to hold your precious child. Is that a problem?"

Of course, before Honesty could reply, Rebecca went to work with her hands on one of Honesty's breasts and her clit, doing everything a decade of experience had taught her to do to the taller girl to get her revved up.

"Or do you want a nice, big, hard cock to fill your cunt up and make you a good cow?" Rebecca said as Honesty's fear and lust mixed into something else. "Because if you really want it, all you have to do is moo for me. If you're even still there after all. Just one little moo between pants, and I'll have you filled right up and maybe even put you on a milker for the whole experience."

And lust winning out over fear, Honesty mooed.

After that it only took a moment before someone entered her from behind, with one person parting her soaked folds as another got a solid handhold on her muscular hips and thrust hard into her cunt, bottoming out on the first stroke. Meanwhile, her mistress paid little attention to the work going on behind Honesty, as she pulled out a machine from somewhere, and after it was under the rack, began to carefully wipe down Honesty's breasts despite all the shaking and grunting and moans.

Then with that task done Rebecca flipped a switch on the machine and started a pump before looking Honesty in the eyes. "Remember dear, I love you." Rebecca said before she attached the cups to Honesty's breasts and kissed her forehead.

When Honesty finally came down from everything, several hours had passed, and she had been carried onto a comfortable bed, where she was wrapped up in a warm blanket, with a warm cup of her favorite tea sitting on the nightstand. While her collar remained, and her bell with it, her headband was gone and her plug was missing. But aside from that she was warm, cozy, and oh so very sore thanks to the man asleep on the bed next to her and the woman cuddled under her arm who was smiling up at her.