A2044BQ3W99-C377 had been chained to these posts for years. At first she had hated the standing, agonizing position, the breeding, the births, having her children taken. Humiliatingly hosed down and fed from a trough. But over time, the monotony had been worst.

Today, the keeper walked the line with his gun, and bolted each girl in the head.

Waiting, she rubbed her pussy frantically. A silly smile on her, as she suddenly faced the gun.

Pop!

Everything became blurry. No pain, but her legs gave way, she felt her bladder empty itself.

Hanging limp, twitching, her final thoughts: "Worth it."