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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "The Breeders' Club" - 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.
Breeders' Club - by - The StoryMaster
The year is 2042 and President Chelsea Clinton has just handed down a
bill to both the Congress and Senate outlawing natural conception and
childbirth. Majority seats in both legislative branches of the
government have for several years been held by Congresswomen and
female Senators. Thus, the bill is quickly passed with little
opposition.
Our story begins two years after that fateful day.
"I can assure you sir, it's a solid investment." Matt said imploringly
into his personal communicator from which the image on the tiny screen
stared back at him with unveiled skepticism.
"It's too risky, Mr. Adams, the man in the monitor replied with a
businesslike calm. "With the new ordinances curtailing practically
all natural sexual acts in place, the chances of our getting caught
and jailed are simply too great. Do you realize the security issues
we'd be facing?"
"We can handle all that. I've got everything all worked out," Matt
argued. "Just let me upload the specs of the operation to you. You
look them over, and then tell me it isn't a masterful plan." Matt was
challenging the powerful man on the other end of the link, a
potentially foolhardy thing to do. But he was so sure his idea would
be a huge success, he was pulling out all the stops in his effort to
persuade.
After a moment of silence heavily laced with tension, the man in the
small monitor replied. "Very well, Mr. Adams. Send the data and I'll
review it."
That's how it had all begun. Now, after many, many months of
preparation and hundreds of thousands of credits invested, "The
Breeder's Club" was ready for its grand opening. This inaugural
event, however, would be a bit different than most gala affairs. No
floodlights would light the evening skies. No crowds would assemble
to watch celebrities arrive in limousines, the location of the
facility being a carefully guarded secret. No dignitaries would pose
for the media at a bawdy ribbon cutting ceremony, although more than
one "dignitary" would surely attend.
Actually, the guest list for tonight's sessions was limited to fifteen
participants. In the future Matt Adams hoped to be able to provide a
greater number of subjects per session, but for this his first evening
of business, the Club would be limited to a smaller number. Although
his boarding facility was capable of handling up to fifty subjects at
one time, Matt was currently constrained by staffing problems as well
as a myriad of other minor annoyances and operational details.
Matt was quite proud of the initial successes of his collection
department and rightfully so. For in his dormitories he presently
housed thirty-six young women from the age of seventeen to
twenty-eight. All had been tested for fertility, and all but two were
deemed by his staff physician to be capable of conceiving. The other
two were currently being given fertility drugs in hopes they might be
ready for service at a later date. The menstrual cycles of his girls
were closely monitored, and the fifteen selected to participate in
tonight's session were certain to be ovulating . All were ready to be
fertilized in the manner in which God intended.
God might have intended it, but not a one of Matt's subjects had any
intention of consenting to such a program. Up until the time a
subject is introduced to her mate for the evening, she is basically
unaware of her fate. Thus a great deal of sport is enjoyed by Matt's
clients as they go about seducing the female of their choice. Matt
had a plan already in place for segregating out those women who've
already been bread. He realized that a certain amount of rumor was
bound to spread throughout the ranks of his stock, but by keeping the
new recruits separated from those in gestation, Matt hoped to reduce
such problems.
You see, in today's matriarchal society with its strict laws regarding
natural sex, the male had all but become obsolete. Women headed most
of the larger corporations as well as holding powerful government
positions. From an early age, young girls are taught to shun men and
to repulse any attempts by them to procreate. Offspring were in
essence `manufactured' using advanced cloning methods. And wouldn't
you know it, the female of the species tended to lend itself to the
cloning process far better than the male. Thus women today,
outnumbered men practically twenty to one.
It's no wonder then that there existed a certain amount of resentment
on the part of the male faction of the population. Because of the
oppressive laws and ordinances, however, this attitude of resentment
had to be kept well hidden. In 2045 laws were passed that made any
act of attempted seduction of a female by a male punishable by death.
From this hidden disaffection, was born what might be called a sexual
underground, and the fires of indignation and rancor within the male
population burned all the brighter because of oppressive regulations.
It was upon this very bitterness that Matt Adams founded "The
Breeder's Club." Matt was able to convince his investors that his
enterprise would be immensely profitable. Tonight would be the litmus
test.
Matt stood at the entrance to greet his guests. At the appointed
time, fifteen gentlemen entered, shaking Matt's hand as they filed
past. Each looked excited, and a few even expressed their thanks for
being included on the inaugural guest list. Matt smiled graciously,
assuring his guests that they would enjoy the evening. All were then
escorted by members of his staff to the preparation area.
When all was in readiness, Matt, dressed in evening clothes, stepped
into the spotlight of the raised dias. Before and below him yawned
The Arena. It was an oval shaped paddock fifty feet long and
twenty-five feet wide with heavily padded walls about twelve feet
high. The floor was also padded with the same material that wrestling
mats are constructed of. Surrounding the Arena were tiers of stadium
style seating. Although the seating capacity of the room was over one
hundred, tonight's observation guest list was limited to Matt's
investors and a few close friends. 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.
Matt watched as one pretty face after another flashed up on the big
screen then slowly faded to black. He smiled inwardly as he looked
around the observation gallery and saw that all of his guests had
arrived and were currently transfixed by the big video display.
Stepping to the microphone, Matt began, "Good evening, gentlemen and
welcome to The Breeder's Club. Before we get started with the
evening's entertainment, I want to explain what you will be seeing for
the first time." Matt paused, smiling magnanimously. "Tonight you
will be treated to the first Breeder's Rodeo. It is a contest, the
grand prize being a season ticket to The Breeder's Club. The rules
are quite simple. The clock will start when the female subject is
released onto the arena floor. It will be stopped when she is
inseminated. The guest who is able to mate with his subject in the
shortest amount of time wins. All of our guest participants have been
instructed that physical violence must be kept to a minimum. Should
he deem it necessary, the referee will issue a verbal warning for the
first incident of unnecessary roughness. Time will be added to the
participant's overall time for each subsequent infraction. We wish to
breed our young ladies, not injure them. You have all been provided
with programs for tonight's event. In them you will find additional
information on each of our female subjects. Please take the time to
look them over, as all will be available for private liaisons at a
later date. And now without further delay, let's begin tonight's
entertainment."
As Matt stepped out of the spotlight to a round of applause, a door in
the padded wall at the far end of the arena opened and through it
stepped a man dressed in a black and white stripped shirt. After
turning on his remote mic belt pack the referee began, "Good evening
and welcome to the Breeder's Rodeo." Another round of applause from
the audience. "Tonight's first contestant is ready for action."
Behind the referee the door opened again and out stepped a man dressed
in a red jump suit. He stepped up to the referee's side and waited
with his hands folded in front of him while the announcement
continued. "Our first subject for the evening is Jillian Watson," the
ref read from his crib sheet. On the overhead monitor, the picture of
a lovely blond appeared. "Jillian at eighteen years old is a fine,
healthy young woman. Our staff physician assures us that Jillian is
highly fertile at this time and is only waiting for the right man.
Jillian is an athletic girl and should provide us with some excellent
entertainment." Then, turning to the man in the jump suit, the
referee said, "You understand the rules?" The man nodded. "Then let
the show begin." The referee then stepped back, leaving the man in
red standing alone. A few seconds of silence followed before at last
the referee's voice boomed over the P.A. system, "Gentlemen and
honored guests." A pause.... "Jillian Watson."
Another door at the end of the arena snapped open and a young woman
was ejected into the spotlight. The door then closed quickly behind
her. Dressed in a white jump suit, the woman stood shielding her eyes
from the bright light while she tried to get her bearings. She didn't
notice at first the man in red advancing toward her.
Jillian Watson was still looking around in a state of confusion when
the man in red tackled her. Applause erupted from above when Jillian
screamed and began to pummel her attacker in an attempt to escape his
advances. The man proceeded to crawl on top of Jillian, fumbling with
the zipper of her jump suit. When she slapped his hand away from the
zipper at her chest, his hand instantly dropped to her crotch.
Jillian had been given only the white jump suit to wear this morning
after her shower. Beneath the suit Jillian wore nothing at all. So
when her attacker began to squeeze her down there, Jillian received
the full sensation of being handled like she'd never before dreamed
of. Panic set in as Jillian instinctively brought her knees upward in
an effort to protect herself. This action had the unexpected benefit
of throwing the man off of her momentarily. Free for the moment,
Jillian rolled onto her belly then began to scramble away on her hands
and knees. She hadn't gotten five feet, however, when a hand closed
around her right ankle. In an instant a powerful arm encircled her
waist. Then her long blond hair was seized and her head tugged
backward. Jillian was forced to stare upward directly into the
dazzling blue/white light of the overhead spotlight. The audience
roared. Her attacker now knelt behind Jillian between her knees. He
then quickly grabbed another fist full of Jillian's shining hair
directly behind her head. Pulling back hard on her hair, the man
shook Jillian's head unmercifully. This served to distract the young
woman long enough for him to reach beneath her chest with his free
hand. Grasping the oversized tab on the zipper of Jillian's white
jump suit, the man in red jerked the zipper all the way down to her
lower abdomen. Jillian felt cool air on her bare breasts and tummy.
She had only an instant to reflect on her situation before the man
released her hair, and then with both hands he grasped the lapels of
Jillian's jump suit. With a fit of lust induced strength the man tore
the cotton suit back over Jillian's shoulders leaving the severed arms
of the suit to slide down to her wrists. Another roar of applause
resounded from above as her attacker peeled the ruined jump suit back
over Jillian's bottom then down to her knees. In only a matter of a
few seconds, Jillian Watson found herself naked and kneeling in a very
vulnerable position in front of the man in the red jump suit.
Noticing through the haze of rising panic that she was momentarily
free from his immediate grasp, Jillian tried once again to escape.
Unfortunately her knees were wrapped in the remains of her jump suit
so all she accomplished was to fall forward onto the floor mat.
"Easy, baby," the man behind her growled for the first time since he'd
gone after her. "We're almost finished here."
Jillian felt his powerful hands grab the inside of her hips at the
tops of her thighs as she was pulled backward into a kneeling position
once again. Jillian thought she heard the soft rip of velcro before
she felt the hot, smooth object rub against her.
Jillian was not a virgin. Like all young women, her mother had
introduced her to the proper pleasure giving devices at the
appropriate age. But like 90 percent of females on the planet today,
Jillian had never had to endure the attentions of a male.
The next several seconds were a blur in Jillian's memory. She felt
the smooth object move up and down against her briefly. Then as she
was forced to stare upward into the bright overhead lights, her back
arched almost painfully, Jillian Watson accepted her first penis.
It wasn't really painful. Jillian was not completely dry when the
man's organ first slipped inside. She'd somehow secreted a small
amount of vaginal moisture. Perhaps from all of the excitement. It
was more of a surprise than anything else. Jillian had penetrated
herself with toys in the past as mentioned earlier, but this
experience was entirely different. Much to her chagrin, Jillian
actually grunted as the man entered her.
"That's my girl," the man muttered with a chuckle from above and
behind her. "How's it feel to be a real woman at last? Huh, baby?"
The man was not brutal in his attack, nor was he gentle. With a
sudden forward thrust of his hips, he forced the entire length of his
rigid organ into the waiting receptacle that was Jillian Watson.
"Rruuhhh," Jillian groaned, throwing her head back involuntarily and
showering her strong back with her shining blond hair. She felt the
man's presence in her very deepest depths.
"That's right, honey. You take the whole thing. What a nice tight
little girl you are," her Jillian's mate commented. "And now let's
see about making you a mommy."
"Nnnoo! Oh, please, God! Nnnuuhh!" Jillian grunted as her lover
rammed her. Understanding dawning on her entirely too late, Jillian
tried to escape the man kneeling behind her. Unfortunately, he was
much too strong for her and he had the additional advantage of already
being in a position of control.
From that point onward events moved rather rapidly. As her lover
began to deliver steady, measured strokes to Jillian the arena became
strangely hushed. For a few minutes, the only sound to be heard was
the rhythmic slapping sound of the man's thighs against Jillian's
shapely butt.
Unseen by either of the participants on the arena floor, the eyes of
the audience moved from the coupled pair to the big time clock then
back to the two lovers. Several side bets had been placed among the
guests as to who would be the big winner of the evening's festivities.
So everyone was interested in the first contestant's elapsed time.
"11:31...32...33...34..." The seconds ticked off on the big digital
timer. It was completely irrelevant to Jillian. It was all she could
do to maintain any semblance of dignity. She felt like throwing up.
Never had she dreamed of being subjected to such indignities. The man
gripped Jillian by her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he
had his way with her. "13:46...47...48..." Suddenly her lover's pace
became erratic. Then without warning he rammed Jillian hard, smashing
the head of his horrible penis against her cervix.
"Oww!," Jillian moaned. "You're hurting me!" All she heard in
response was a strange gurgling sound from the man in red. Suddenly
he grabbed Jillian by her tender breasts and pulled her torso up and
back against his hairy chest, his penis still buried deep in her birth
canal. Soon Jillian felt his body stiffen and tremble against her
back. Shortly afterward she felt the heat spread through her belly.
"14:29" the time clock read. "Oh, yeah, baby!" the man groaned as he
gave up his second offering to his young blond partner. Then
releasing Jillian's breasts, he raised his hands over his head, much
like a rodeo cowboy would do after having successfully hog tied a
young calf. Jillian, on the verge of nausea, dropped forward to her
hands and knees, the man's penis still twitching inside of her as the
crowd went wild.
"Fourteen minutes, twenty-nine seconds is the time for our first
paring," Matt Adams said stepping back into the spotlight above the
far end of the arena. "Let's all give contestant number one another
round of applause." After the ensuing cacophony finally died down to
a dull roar, Matt continued, "Please mark your program menus if you
are interested in a later meeting with the lovely Miss Watson. She
should be able to entertain additional partners for another several
months before reaching a stage of pregnancy where intercourse is
impractical."
Jillian looked up in a daze into the dazzling spotlight. Even as she
began to realize the full meaning of the terrible words of the unseen
speaker, her lover's tiny swimmers assaulted the toroidal shaped
portal to her womb. Deep in the dark, warm environs of Jillian Watson
several of the troops made it through and began their race for the
ovum waiting somewhere ahead.
Jillian Watson had just become the first female in over a generation
to be naturally bread. After a few minutes, two attendants walked out
onto the arena floor and carried the first of the Breeder's Club
success stories away.
But wait.... The evening is just getting started.
To be continued... SM
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