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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "The Breeders' Club II" - by - The Storymaster [M~TeenF, nc] 1/1
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
The Breeders' Club Part Two - by - The StoryMaster
"Let's give another big round of applause to our first Contestant,
gentlemen, shall we," the referee said stepping from the shadows. The
brilliant arc light tracked on him as he walked grandly to the center
of the arena floor. He turned, looking up into the unseen faces of
the opening night guests of the Breeder's Club. "His performance was
entertaining indeed. Wouldn't you agree?" His rhetorical question
was answered by enthusiastic applause.
The Ref. waited for several moments until the clapping began to
dwindle. Then raising his hands over his head he said, "Gentlemen
and honored guests." He paused briefly for effect. "Our second
Contestant at tonight's Breeder's Club Rodeo is in the gates and ready
and raring to get started."
A hush fell over the crowd.
"So... With no further ado... I give you, Contestant number two."
Turning, he swept his hand toward the concealed entrance gate to the
Arena.
Another spot light winked on, bathing a narrow area of the high
cushioned wall surrounding the Arena floor. Abruptly, an opening
appeared, then widened. To a round of impassioned applause, a very
large man dressed in one of the bright red jump suits given to the
Club's Contestants bound out onto the padded floor.
The Arena of which I speak is an oval shaped paddock fifty feet long
and twenty-five feet wide with heavily padded walls twelve feet high.
The floor is also cushioned with the same material from which
wrestling mats are constructed. Surrounding the Arena are tiers of
stadium style seating. Although the seating capacity of the room is
over one hundred, tonight's observation guest list is limited to
investors and a few close friends of Matt Adams, the man who conceived
of and built the Breeder's Club.
High above the far end of the Arena floor a huge video monitor was
hung. On it scrolled the faces of tonight's female participants along
with their names and ages.
The big man in red shaded his eyes from the bright light, nodded to
the referee then gazed around the Arena floor.
As the referee began to speak, an image gradually materialized on the
overhead monitor.
"Honored guests," the Ref. said in a proud voice. "It is my great
pleasure to introduce to you our second subject for this evening's
entertainment." Pointing upward the man continued, "If I may direct
your attention to the scoreboard for a moment, please."
He paused while all eyes looked up at the big monitors, similar to
what one might see over a basketball court, suspended high above the
Arena floor. On the four sides of the scoreboard giant flat screens
portrayed the face of a young, oriental female.
"Gentlemen, I present to you, Ms. Rika Nanako. He slurred the word
"Ms." sarcastically, making it sound like "Mizzz". " `Mizzz' Nanako
has been good enough to join us this evening fresh from corporate
America," the Referee narrated. Ms. Nanako is only nineteen years of
age, and due to her mother's unexpected passing, has just recently
inherited one of the largest cloning labs in the world, making Ms.
Nanako a very wealthy and powerful young woman." Many mutterings
could be heard from the audience when the Ref. stopped for a breath.
"I suppose I should say that Ms. Nanako `was' a powerful young woman
prior to her arrival into our care and custody." Laughter erupted
from the audience, then died away as the Referee went on. "Ms. Nanako
has been thoroughly examined by our medical staff and has been
pronounced both healthy and able to conceive. Like all of our
subjects, she has been with us long enough for her menstrual cycle to
be determined and documented. We calculate that Ms. Nanako began
ovulating this morning and should therefore be sufficiently fertile
for our purposes," the man explained.
On the monitor above the attractive young oriental's personal data was
displayed for the edification of the audience, including her age,
height, weight, hair and eye color. Additionally, her blood type,
breast size, waist and hip dimensions and other information specific
to her genitalia was indicated.
The Ref. continued. "During the course of our investigation prior to
our acquiring Ms. Nanako we uncovered some information that we feel
will provide you all with a most memorable evening here at The
Breeder's Club." He waited until he felt he had the undivided
attention of those seated above. "We have discovered that Ms. Nanako
is an accomplished martial arts instructor and the winner of several
well known tournaments."
More mutterings came from above. The Referee held his arms up,
indicating that he wished for there to be silence before continuing
his introduction.
"Because of her training, Ms. Nanako poses an obvious threat to the
safety and well being of our second Contestant, albeit he is quite a
large man." The Ref. glanced in the direction of the big man who
stood lit by the beam of another spotlight. "Although we enjoy seeing
a lively pursuit prior to a successful coupling, none of us, I'm sure,
would wish to see one of our Contestants come to harm. Therefore, for
this event, we will enlist the aid of two additional staff members who
will serve as Picadores, if you will."
From yet another concealed opening in the high wall, two large men
dressed in silver body suits emerged, stepped into the bright beam of
a spot light and stood at the ready, hands behind their backs.
"For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term," the Referee
explained to the audience. "Years ago, when the sport of bull
fighting was popular, especially in Spain and what was then, Mexico,
Picadores were used to distract and weaken the bull so that the risk
of injury to the bull fighter or matador was lessened. Although our
Picadores will not be mounted on horseback for obvious reasons." He
paused for a bit of comic relief and was rewarded by sporadic laughter
from the audience above. "Our two rather stout volunteers should be
able to offer enough assistance to our Contestant to allow him to
achieve his objective in a timely manner," the Ref. elaborated.
"Should Ms. Nanako pose more of a problem than we have anticipated,
our Picadores will use the small stunners with which they are armed."
As the Referee continued with his explanation the two men dressed in
silver held up two shining rods approximately eighteen inches in
length for the audiences' inspection.
"These devices will in no way injure Ms. Nanako, nor will they render
her unconscious. The tuned pulses they discharge will cause only
partial paralysis to that area of the subject's body contacted.
Technically speaking, they interrupt nerve impulses sent from the
brain to the motor nervous system, thereby rendering a given muscle or
muscle group less responsive. The effects are temporary, however,
they are cumulative. In other words, if the same area of the body is
contacted more than once, a greater degradation of muscular control is
achieved. Many of you will wish to know whether or not the stunners
work through clothing. I can assure you that it does."
Again he paused, letting the information sink into his audience.
"Well if there is no objection, I suggest we get on with this
evening's entertainment. I'm certain our Contestant is anxious to
begin. Come over here, if you would, please, Sir." The Referee
beckoned for the man to join him in the center of the floor. When the
man stood beside him, he continued. "Do you understand the rules of
engagement?"
The big man nodded.
"Very well, then. The timer will commence when Ms. Nanako enters the
Arena. It will stop when you hold up a hand, indicating that you have
inseminated her. Is that clear?"
Again the man nodded his understanding.
"Due to Ms. Nanako's reputed talents, we have provided support should
you require it. You may call for the help of the two men dressed in
silver as you deem it necessary. They will also monitor the contest,
as will I, and will render assistance should the need arise." Then
with a smile, he added, "I assure you, Sir. You will not be harmed.
Indeed it is my great hope that you will thoroughly enjoy tonight's
encounter, so much so that you will tell your friends about us."
The big man dressed in red, returned the Referee's smile, then reached
out and shook his hand.
"Gentlemen and honored guests," the Referee called in his grandest
voice. "All is in readiness. So with no further ado, let the games
begin. Release Ms. Nanako, please."
A hushed silence fell over the Arena as the Referee made a hasty
departure. Then seconds later his voice boomed over the P.A. system.
"Gentlemen..."
A pause.
"Ms. Rika Nanako !" he cried in his best ringmaster fashion.
At the far end of the Arena a doorway snapped open. To a wave of
enthusiastic applause, Rika Nanako was ejected onto the floor. The
door then quickly closed behind her. Immediately sensing danger, the
oriental woman assumed a defensive posture.
She was dressed in the customary brilliant white jump suit of the
Breeder although she knew not he fate at the time. The outfit was
made of a rather flimsy material designed to tear away easily, but
Rika knew nothing of this when she was told to put it on earlier that
afternoon. She wore not a stitch of clothing beneath the jump suit.
The undergarments she'd worn on the day of her arrival had long since
disappeared, and ever since she worn only the coveralls provided to
her by her "hosts".
With one hand she attempted to shield her eyes from the glaring
spotlight as she cast her gaze about her. Cautiously she moved a
couple of steps away from the wall behind her. She noticed right away
that the floor was padded. Rika had a bad feeling that things were
going to get ugly.
She'd been in this horrible place for weeks, and still wasn't at all
certain about her immediate future. So far she'd been treated well,
even though she had absolutely no idea why she was in this place,
whatever this place was, and no idea how she'd come to be here. One
afternoon many days ago, Rika had left home for the office only to end
up here. She figured she must have been drugged somehow, but by whom
and for what purpose she didn't know.
The staff members, if that's what they were, were courteous enough,
for men, that is. But no one would answer her questions. She'd been
treated to a number of medical examinations, many of which were of a
gynecological nature. The examining physicians seemed very interested
in her cycle of menstruation, asking her questions about her timing
and history and some embarrassing queries regarding flow rates and
ovulation.
At one point in time, Rika had surmised that perhaps her company had
something to do with all of this. Maybe they were testing her for
some unexplained reason. Rika hadn't been in the chairwoman's seat
for very long, so she didn't know all of the "ins and outs" of the
vast enterprise which she controlled, but Rika did know one thing.
When she got out of this place and back to her office a lot of
inquiries were going to be made, and if no answers were forthcoming, a
lot of heads would roll. Even at the tender age of nineteen, Rika
Nanako was a ruthless business woman.
In addition to the male staff, who, oddly enough, appeared to be the
ones in charge, Rika met a number of young women of approximately her
age. Some were younger, some slightly older, but all were attractive,
healthy specimens of young womanhood. What struck Rika as truly
bizarre was the fact that, like herself, none of the women had any
clue as to why they were in this place or how they'd gotten here. It
was very perplexing. Then, as the days passed, Rika noticed that some
of the women began to disappear. At first this worried her, but then
she decided that the women must have completed whatever testing was
required of them and had been returned to their jobs and families.
As a side thought, Rika wondered how on Earth their males could ever
have managed during their absence. Rika had never taken a male
companion even though her rank and privilege certainly would have
allowed her to. Rika found most males to be stupid and repugnant, and
even the ones that were "altered" tended to be rude and demanding.
Rika Nanako certainly had no use what-so-ever for the male of the
species. After all, she was in the business of populating the planet
in a more civilized way. Her cloning operation produced healthy,
genetically superior female human beings in exactly the proper numbers
to keep the population stable. Unfortunately, even as advanced as
cloning technology had become, the occasional male was unavoidable.
Left to their own devices, Rika and many women like her who now sat in
the seats of world power would have preferred that males be done away
with altogether. But then there were laws which had to be observed,
and after all, she and her collogues conceded, "Males had their proper
place." One had to admit that they can lift heavy objects better than
most women. They make a good work force dedicated to the more menial
tasks, and the ones that aren't "altered" are closely monitored,
allowing women to move freely around them without the fear of being
attacked.
Occasionally a male will "step out of line" with a woman. There had
even been one, possibly two rapes reported last year. The perpetrator
can be sure that he will be dealt with swiftly and severely. Society
no longer tolerated sexual acts by males of any kind and particularly
those involving women. Strict ordinances were passed years ago, world
wide, outlawing any and all reproduction by what used to be considered
"natural methods". Billed at first as population control measures,
the regulations were quickly amended and remained in effect even after
the population crises of 2042 was resolved. With cloning labs
routinely producing fifty to one hundred females for every male
"accident", women quickly ascended to positions of power, and the
course of human history took a radical turn.
"A turn for the betterment of humankind," Rika and most of the women
of her generation would cry. "We have ended the wars that were waged
by men. Gone are the brutal crimes perpetrated upon society by the
male of the species." This was their victory anthem. But for many,
these times of "prosperity" under matriarchal rule were known as "The
Dark Years", and men like Matt Adams, the founder of The Breeder's
Club were making every effort to put things right. Indeed, Rika
Nanako had no use what-so-ever for the male of the species...
She was about to discover, however, that a few males of the species
had a decided use for her.
Realizing that the female was all but blinded by the spotlights, the
Contestant silently approached his quarry. He'd observed the previous
Contestant carefully, and decided against a frontal assault, partly
because of the woman's training, and also because he believed that he
could hug the wall just outside of the light, flank her then lunge
from behind. He knew what he was doing. He'd had some training of
his own in the resistance forces.
The lights were dazzling, and Rika thought she heard hushed voices
from somewhere above her and out of sight. Looking around only caused
her to become disoriented. "Those damn lights!" she swore under her
breath. She thought she saw movement to her right. Quickly she
turned, but could see nothing outside of the brilliant circle of light
in which she stood.
What she'd seen was one of the Picadores wave his stunner, causing the
spotlight to flash briefly off of its polished surface. The
intentional distraction had served its purpose. When Rika turned to
her right, behind her and to her left, the Contestant moved quickly
along the wall. He was a large man as mentioned earlier, but he was
also quite poised and nimble for his size. He moved like a dancer
with stealth and grace.
The time clock on the overhead scoreboard read "2:19".
When he hit her, Rika was taken completely off guard. She'd just
taken two or three more steps toward the center of the floor in a vain
attempt to escape the circle of blinding light which, of course, moved
with her, when his high, flying tackle caught her in the middle of the
back, snapping her head back so violently that Rika saw white sparks
flash before her eyes. It was a wonder he didn't fracture her spine.
He heard her breath escape in a rush when he made contact. "Dizzy
bitch!" he'd thought just seconds earlier when Rika moved farther away
from the relative safety of the wall surrounding the Arena, giving him
a little more room to build speed before tacking her down.
It was a perfectly timed assault. Just as Rika lowered her arms to
her sides for reasons he would never know or care about, he hit her.
Center of the back, just like he'd been trained. "Knocks the wind
right out of them," his sergeant used to say. "Course if you're not
careful, you can snap their necks." The two of them hit the padded
floor instantly with him on top of her. She wasn't hurt bad, he could
tell, because he felt her move weakly beneath him, but she was stunned
senseless and therefore vulnerable. Surprise was in his favor as he
rolled his two-hundred twenty pounds to one side, grabbed the woman by
her right shoulder then flopped her over onto her back. Her dark eyes
were dull and unfocused from shock. Surprisingly, she managed to
raise one hand to his wrist when he grabbed the oversized nylon tab on
the zipper that ran the full length down the front of the white jump
suit. If she was trying to stop him, she failed. With an audible
"zippppppp", the front of her jump suit was opened to the crotch.
"Was that clapping she heard? No way!" Her thoughts came to her as
if from a great distance. Rika knew full well that she was in
imminent peril, but she was simply too stunned to do anything about
her rapidly deteriorating situation. She was vaguely aware of the
weight of the big oaf atop her, but she was extremely disoriented, she
hurt like hell, and she could hardly breathe. When she first felt his
big hand on her person, Rika began to take notice of her surroundings.
When he began to mall the tender flesh of her breasts with his
calloused paw, squeezing her and pinching, Rika dug deep to find her
center and to focus her muttled thoughts.
"Nice tits, bitch!" he growled.
The clock read "5:36".
It wasn't until Rika felt his hand drop to her tummy then slide
downward that she reacted. Her move was as quick as it was
unexpected. "Get your hands off of me, you troll!" Rika cried as she
twisted her body away from him on the padded floor. She surprised her
attacker as well as herself by the ferocity in her voice. "How dare
you touch me!" she screamed with white hot rage.
She had indeed startled him. He would never have imagined that such a
small girl could have recovered from a hard tackle that quickly. "But
then again," he thought as he made another grab for her, "it's all
part of the sport." What happened next surprised everyone and would
be talked about for a long time at The Breeder's Club.
As the audience looked on, the Contestant rose up on one arm and
growled something intelligible. Perhaps it was adrenaline, or
possibly the man simply misjudged the woman's degree of awareness and
fitness, but as he reached for her, she rolled and straightened her
right arm. With a move so fast that no one in the audience even saw
it, the oriental female, caught the Contestant under the chin with the
heal of her hand. The blow flipped the two hundred pound man over
onto his back were he lay dazed and staring blankly into the overhead
spotlights.
The clock read "5:58".
The crowd booed loudly from overhead as Rika scrambled to her feet,
swaying drunkenly and clutching at the lapels of the jump suit in an
effort to cover herself. Rika was still very groggy, and the sounds
of disembodied voices coming from somewhere in the darkness above her
only served to exacerbate an already bad situation. She turned in a
slow circle, peering into the blackness above the high walls of the
Arena. She was very dizzy. She was also outraged at the prospect
that there were people watching while she was attacked. "What kind of
a crazy place is this?" she said aloud.
In the darkness somebody laughed.
"Who are you people?" Rika cried out in frustration. "What do you
want from me? Why won't somebody help me?" She saw movement in front
of her, someone dressed in silver. Help had arrived.
The effects of adrenaline are usually short lived. As Rika staggered
in the direction of the silver person, she was on the verge of
blacking out. Her back hurt so badly, she could barely stand. In her
desperate condition, Rika had forgotten her training. She foolishly
assumed that the big man who'd attacked her was incapacitated. She
was wrong.
Fortunately he was not in peak form, and his assault was as noisy as
it was sloppy. Hearing him just in time as he rushed her from behind,
Rika was able to step aside. As he went passed her, Rika put a leg
out and tripped him. Down he went. She stood motionless as he slowly
regained his feet and faced her. Rika felt her strength returning
slowly, and her mind was getting sharper by the minute. She cursed
herself under her breath for not keeping an eye on the man, but felt
that she was in control of the situation finally. Besides, she
noticed not one, but two individuals dressed in tight fitting silver
suits were moving toward them. They would surely put an end to this
madness.
The two strangers moved into the circle of light then stood to either
side of the big man dressed in red. They each carried a shiny, silver
rod. For what seemed an eternity no on spoke. Then, looking directly
at Rika, one of the silver men asked, "Do you require our assistance?"
Rika was about to respond when to her unending astonishment, the big
goon in red, nodded his head and said almost sheepishly, "Yeah, I
guess so. She's tougher than I thought and she hits real hard too."
Rika was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe her ears. "Maybe you
guys could slow her down just a little. This is taking longer than I
thought it would." He looked up at the scoreboard. The time clock
thankfully had been stopped at "7:07".
The big man in red wiped a trickle of blood off his lower lip with the
back of one hand and began to circle Rika. Rika was so astounded that
once again, she failed to react until it was almost too late. The two
silver men separated and started flanking maneuvers, attempting to get
behind her. As Rika tried to watch all three men at once, but that
was quickly becoming an impossibility. The silver man to her right
faked a move. When Rika snapped her head in his direction, the big
red man lunged at her. With the supple quickness, Rika kicked out at
him with her left foot. At the same time she tried to monitor the
others. The red man, with surprising agility, whirled to the right,
dodging the potentially hurtful blow. As Rika's foot swept past him,
the Picador to her left jabbed at her ankle with his shining wand.
Even though it barely grazed the top of her foot, a gripping numbness
traveled quickly up Rika's left leg from the point of contact. There
was no pain involved, but when Rika tried to put weight on that leg
she found that she could barely stand on it. Her thigh trembled
uncontrollably, and she could feel nothing from her knee down.
Hopping clumsily, Rika pivoted on her impaired limb as the other
silver man moved in. She only just able to get another kick off with
her right foot while balanced precariously on her wobbly left leg in
time to fend off the advance of the second Picador. Unfortunately,
the silver man was able to touch her calve with his stunner. In a
stroke of what could only be called good fortune, Rika fell to the mat
just as the big man in red jumped toward her with his bear-like arms
spread widely apart. His big right arm brushed the top of her head as
his momentum carried him past his target. Rika rolled, then slowly
got to her feet as all three men began to circle her just out of
reach. The crowd roared from overhead.
The clock read "8:22".
She turned warily as the men circled her. From time to time, one
would lunge at her, and each time Rika would lurch out of harm's way
just in time. She was tiring. That was the point.
"Ahhh!" Rika cried as a stunner touched her shoulder. Instantly her
right arm became all but useless, hanging virtually lifeless at her
side and leaving her dangerously vulnerable to attack from that side.
An eery silence fell over the Arena. Only the attackers' shuffling
feet could be heard as they circled, preparing to close in for the
"kill".
The Contestant lunged again. Rika managed to connect with a raking
blow to his right shin with her leaden right foot. The big man
groaned audibly and himself, came close to falling. She didn't have
time to gloat, however, because while she stumbled to regain her
balance, a Picador jabbed her left thigh from behind with his shining
wand.
The cumulative effects of the stunner were instantly apparent as
Rika's leg collapsed from under her, and she fell heavily onto her
side at his feet. As the silver man bent toward her again, Rika tried
to kick out at him, but her leg felt as though it was made of clay.
Before she could think to attempt a parry with her left foot, he
touched her again with his wicked shaft, this time on her right thigh
just below her hip. The silver man stood up, turned to the large man
in red and said, "That should slow her down for awhile." Then he
smiled and added, "The clock's ticking."
The Contestant nodded his thanks to the two Picadores then moved
toward the girl on the floor. As he approached, Rika rolled onto her
belly and tried to crawl away on her elbows, dragging her useless legs
behind. The chase was almost over. She only made it a few feet
before he was on her.
"Where ya goin', little lady?" he growled menacingly as he grabbed
Rika by the back of the neck and crushed her face to the padded floor.
At the same time he grabbed the collar of the white coveralls and tore
the garment back, peeling Rika to the waist like a ripe banana. She
screamed, and the unseen crowd went wild.
"Let go of me, you son of a bitch!" Rika bellowed, then groaned loudly
when her attacker placed a knee between her shoulder blades and
transferred a good deal of his considerable weight onto her thoracic
vertebrae. She tried her best to free herself. Rika lashed out with
her hands, but she couldn't reach him, and with her legs largely
paralyzed, her struggling was ineffectual, at best. "Let me go!" she
cried over the jeers of the invisible audience.
"All in good time, little lady," the man on top of her said as he tore
at the remainder of the thin jump suit. True to its design, the
material ripped neatly at the seams, and soon Rika found herself lying
naked atop the tattered remains of the jump suit. "All in good time.
But first I gotta surprise for you. With the help of these good
people here, I'm gonna make a real woman out of you. Would you like
that, baby?" He held her by the neck while he removed his knee from
the small of her back. Then he swung his leg across her, straddling
her lower back. Rika shrieked and struggled all the harder. "Go
ahead and fight, sweetheart. I like a good fight," he chuckled
wickedly. "But no more hitting. You understand? If you do, I'll ask
these helpful gentlemen to stun you again, and that won't be any fun.
After all, we want to give the folks up above a good show, don't we.
I'll bet some of them have never had a real woman before." Then he
leaned forward and murmured from just behind Rika's head, "Hell, baby,
I'll just bet you've never had a real man before either. Am I right?"
Rika twisted quickly and caught her attacker off guard with her right
elbow to the side of his head. He groaned loudly, but somehow managed
to maintain his hold on her neck. No matter how hard she tried, Rika
could not escape. He was simply too heavy and powerful, and she was
fatigued and partially incapacitated.
"You shouldn't have done that, bitch!" he growled, crushing Rika's
slim neck in his vice-like grip. "I told you no more hitting, didn't
I?" Looking up, he nodded toward one of the men in silver. "Do her
shoulders. I'm tired of wasting time with this bitch. What she needs
is a damn good fuckin', and I'm gonna give her one she'll never
forget."
"Nooo," Rika cried as one of the silver men knelt beside her.
"Now you hold still, sweetheart," he said with a sarcastic smile
before touching first her right shoulder, then her left with his
numbing wand. In an instant, Rika was helpless.
Meanwhile, the big man stood and unzipped the front of his coverall.
Rika couldn't see him, but she heard the telltale sounds as he
disrobed above her. The crowd was hushed. She could do nothing to
defend herself.
The time clock read "15:12".
"So much for the record, sweetheart, but hell, now I can take my time
with you." he murmured as he knelt beside her on the padded Arena
floor.
"Nooo," Rika wailed. She tried again to move, but all she was able to
do was wallow on her belly like a fish out of water.
"What's the matter, little miss? Can't move," he taunted. "Now don't
you worry your pretty little head. As soon as I sink my cock into
you, you'll be movin' that sweet ass of yours all over the place, I
guarantee." He guffawed at his clever humor. While Rika lay
horrified and defenseless, he grabbed her by the ankles and spread her
legs. Rika tried to resist, but was unable to do anything to deter
her attacker from going ahead with his plans. The man moved to a
kneeling position between her knees. Rika moaned miserably when he
placed his big hands, one on each of her firm buttocks, and began to
kneed the supple flesh, spreading her cheeks widely apart then
together. "What a fine ass you have sweetheart," he murmured. "Ever
had it in the ass? Any of your little girl friends put one of their
toys up there, baby?"
While he spoke, he slid one hand downward and between Rika's thighs.
Then, while the crowd looked on from above, he touched her. Rika's
reaction was marvelous to behold. Even though her legs were virtually
paralyzed, the young woman's hips shot upward off the floor by a foot
or more. She was going to be a lot of fun.
Rika thought she was going to be sick as his fingers moved over her
intimate flesh. No one had ever touched her there, at least not a
male, anyway. Rika wasn't a virgin. When she was sixteen she'd given
up her virginity to a special girlfriend. It had been a mutual
offering for the two girls and a very special and loving occasion.
Using thin, feminine stimulators, the two young ladies took each other
simultaneously. Rika had been with only two other women since then,
and certainly never with a male. She was a modern, civilized woman,
and the very thought of such a thing was appalling to her.
The clock read "18:44", but no one noticed.
Down on the floor of the Arena the Contestant took his sizeable penis
in his left hand. Then supporting his weight with his right arm he
leaned forward over the prostrate young woman. The audience couldn't
hear what he said to her as he began to rub the head of his penis up
and down between the round cheeks of her fine bottom, but there wasn't
a man in the audience who didn't wish to trade places with the
Contestant just then. The young woman jerked her hips violently from
side to side in an attempt to escape her fate, but the man in red
stayed with her.
He leaned close and whispered just as the tip of his horrible
appendage touched her most private flesh. Rika cried out hoarsely in
response and tried desperately to move herself out of harm's way.
"We're off the clock, sweetheart, so we can take our time. We're
gonna start off real slow. You're gonna like it that way, I promise.
You're gonna feel every inch of me as I move inside of you, and you
know what, sweetheart? There isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
"Nooo..." Rika wailed as he pressed against her. She was dry, and it
stung badly as the broad, smooth head of his penis forced aside her
ample labia majora. "He was almost there!" Rika's mind shrieked. He
kept talking and talking. It was driving her insane.
"I'm gonna fuck you slow and easy from behind for awhile, sweetheart.
Then I'm gonna roll you over, climb back inside that sweet pussy and
fuck your brains out." His weapon at last found its mark. "Oh, yeah,
baby!" he groaned with pleasure as he popped into Rika. "You've got
one fine pussy, baby. So tight and hot."
Rika groaned too, but not with pleasure as she accepted her very first
male lover into her body there on the Arena floor of The Breeder's
Club before the eyes of an unseen and uncaring audience.
Immediately he began the lewd thrusting that males like so much. Rika
thought she was going to throw up as she felt his volume fill her
repeatedly, and still he insisted on whispering to her from just
behind her ear.
As he fucked the young woman slowly and evenly, the big man muttered,
"You know what else I'm gonna do, sweetheart?" Rika grunted in
response to a particularly deep and penetrating thrust. "I'm gonna
fuck you `til I'm good and ready, and then I'm gonna dump my load
inside of you, baby. I'm gonna cum deep in your belly, back where
it's all warm and wet."
The Contestant kept up his steady rhythm while he talked to Rika. She
felt the heat of him all the way to her spine. Her thighs began to
tingle. Rika thought it was the effects of the device the silver men
had used on her wearing off, but in reality, it was her femininity
instinctively warming up to the occasion.
"The folks here tell me that this is your special time of the month,
sweetheart. That's real good, cause I'm gonna make your day. I'm
gonna make you a mommy today, little lady. And I'm gonna look right
into your eyes when I cum so I'll know when you know. Won't that be
special?"
Rika groaned horribly to the rhythm of his love making. Overhead the
official time clock counted off the minutes of her ordeal for the
edification of the audience. She'd all but ceased her struggling.
The man was simply too powerful, and her arms and legs would at best
move only in an frustratingly sluggish. All Rika could do now was to
endure. And endure she did, face down, crushed under the man's two
hundred pound bulk, her supple, young body rocked back and forth
between him and the padded floor of the Arena. It was for Rika, the
single most dehumanizing experience she could have ever imagined.
Even her own grunting seemed to be uncontrollable, and those hideous,
messy, wet sounds that now came from between her legs. Rika was
utterly mortified and strangely subdued. The sensations of tremendous
internal pressure and a strange, glowing, wet heat enveloped Rika's
muzzy consciousness. She lay almost passively now, accepting him into
her again and again and again.
Suddenly Rika felt an odd tremor pass through her lover. He grunted
something unintelligible from just behind her head, then abruptly
pulled out of her. Thinking that her suffering had at last come to an
end, Rika gave an audible sigh when his engine withdrew from her
depths. You can imagine her shock and dismay then, when without
warning the man grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her over like a
wet log. Swatting at Rika's knees, he roughly spread her thighs, then
rolled on top of her once more. The big man grinned down at her as he
grabbed one of her breasts in one hand and began to mall her tender
flesh. Without warning he plunged into her once more. His expression
changed quickly as he started to get up a rhythm, from one of
condescension as he entered her to a patronizing look of contempt as
his delivery gained both speed and intensity.
"You like it. Don't you baby," he said when Rika unconsciously
moaned. Breathless from exertion, he huffed, "I can see it in your
face, and...." he paused and pushed himself deep inside of Rika. So
deep that she could feel him up behind her belly-button. "I can feel
you inside, sweetheart." He grinned wickedly. "I can feel you
squeezin' me, baby." He pushed with his hips, forcing the head of his
penis into areas of her anatomy that Rika didn't know existed. Then
abruptly, he ceased his thrusting. With his maleness buried deep
inside of her, he simply gazed down at his lovely quarry. "Squeeze
me, sweetheart." He waited. "Yeah, just like that," he growled when
Rika's internal musculature instinctively flexed around him.
Rika groaned miserably and shut her eyes, trying to hide from the
horror of it all.
"Don't close your eyes, baby. I've got a special treat for you,
comin' real soon, and I want to know you feel it too when it happens."
He rocked his hips slowly from side to side, grinding himself inside
of her. "You ready, sweetheart? I think the audience is getting
bored. Let's wrap this thing up. What do you say?"
Rika opened her eyes and stared up at the man in both horror and
contempt as he began to move. Faster and faster his hammering thrusts
burst into her very soul. For reasons she would never understand,
Rika, found that she was unable to tear her eyes from his. It was as
though she were a sparrow locked in the lethal gaze of a viper just
before that final, fateful moment.
Without warning it happened. Her lover maintained excellent
self-control, giving her no clue that he was about to deliver. At
first all Rika sensed was an unexpected spurt of heat that touched her
very near the center of her womanhood. It tickled almost. When she
looked up at the man above her, he gave her a knowing grin. His
second salvo was more pronounced, causing Rika to shut her eyes and
roll her head to one side with a slightly pained expression on her
face. As the unusual warmth began to spread throughout her belly,
Rika turned back to her lover. Her dark almond shaped eyes closed
then opened in a prolonged blink and an expression of curious wonder
graced her flushed face. His third offering burst into her, causing
Rika's tummy to bulge from the internal pressures. Rika's face at
last registered her horror as understanding dawned on the young woman.
A wet, spurting sound came from between her legs. Rika blinked again
as hot, viscus fluid seeped from around her lover and dripped between
the cheeks of her shapely bottom.
"You know, don't you, sweetheart?" He smiled at her. Then looking up
at the unseen audience, the big man dressed in red held up his right
hand. Overhead, the crowd cheered. He dropped his hand and stared
down at Rika, smiling as her body instinctively milked his slowly
softening penis.
For the first time since the horrible ordeal began, Rika got a really
good look at the man's face. It was a face she would never, ever
forget. It was the face of the father of her twin sons.
The time clock read "25:42".
To be continued in Episode Three... SM
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