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From: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Revised : Challenge / Response (kinda MF+, scifi, reluc, Fdom)
Date: Fri,  1 Nov 2002 06:10:02 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Challenge / Response
Part: 1 of ?
Universe: n/a
Summary: let the mating competition begin
Keywords: MF+ scifi reluc Fdom
Revision: $Revision: 1.2 $

-  This has been revised because the first cut (as I passed
-  to ASSM) now looks like utter crap-  it was too
-  fragmentary.  Thank you to the folks who sent feedback.

-  Warning: I'm sorry but this is not really romantic;  It's
-           just one fork of a story concept that hit me one
-           morning when I was suffering from testosterone
-           poisoning...
-           (Yes, I'm old but-  I'm not quite dead yet).

-  For those who've read "Seeds of Extinction", well, this
-  story sort of forks off of some of the ideas presented
-  there, but explores other issues.  There are times when
-  we'd like to be in better tune, at least sexually, with
-  our spouses.  I couldn't see this as a means of marriage
-  counseling but it was good for a laugh, then I shifted
-  the context and got...



		  Challenge / Response

		    by Jack C Lipton


	What have I done?  I was in the process of getting
married and, by law, we had to prove compatibility on many
levels-  including sexual compatibility.

	Our laws had evolved to get rid of divorce through
better efforts at prevention-  so a marriage was harder to
enter, and it was the key to fertility, ever since the big
BioWar 25 years ago which reduced fertility to zero;  All
females were now so allergic to sperm so their immune systems
kept conception from happening.  Until a treatment evolved
to make it possible for women to conceive the human race
seemed to be doomed.  We now had treatments that would enable
fertility between a specific man and woman, but the treatment
only opened up a limited window in which to conceive and
get the blastocyst implanted.  Our ability to design and
fabricate the needed drugs for fertility was critical to the
survival of the human species-  yet there were those who
still seemed determined to destroy the race as a whole.
Even with the focus on reproduction there was still a case
where fertility wasn't a "given".

	Oddly enough, the folks who were upset over the
issue of abortion all those years ago were now up in arms
over the fertility boards-  and the fertility boards were
serious business.  I'd suspect that many people who didn't
like the new status quo were unlikely to have descendants
to share their views.  There was now a surprising amount of
power to these boards and checks and balances were still to
be worked out.  Each nation (and locality) had it's own
set of priorities yet no one had the resources to push
fertility up enough to build up an army.

	There were some breakthroughs in longevity, though,
which helped to cushion the impact of our aging population,
but even this technology is not for everybody.

	My fiance Pamela and I were aware of most of the
tests performed for the monogamous relationship we'd filed
for-  which had the most stringent requirements.  If
we failed this final matchup, we could challenge it, though
such challenges are not welcomed by any of the various
fertility boards.

	Part of our school experiences includes the
collection a "mating profile" of each person covering their
personality as well as genetic endowments;  With these
profiles, rough matches can be made for potential spouses
and is used before entering into dating.  This is how we
meet nowadays-  With the personality profiles we know what
to look for.  It's almost like tissue typing except that
mating rejection spectra are clear where traits MUST NOT
line up.

	Because of the nonexistent fertility of people at
large, pregnancies couldn't happen outside an officially
mated pair, so sex had only disease issues to deal with-
but at least HIV was gone.  There were enough other diseases
that we had to be careful of since they'd remove any hope
of being able to breed.  Testing regimens for this was
common and periodic-  as a race we could not risk the loss
of reproductively capable without reason, so any infections
threatening this were discovered as quickly as possible and
were contained.

	Pamela and I had been together for over 2 years,
a time span that pretty much required us to make our
commitment or to split up and start over with others.
Our basic profiles were reasonable until we got to the
sexual compatibility tests;  I was inexperienced due to my
fears of disease and being sexually stimulated by a machine
while being shown many different pictures (including those
of my intended) was not that comforting to me.  All of this
equipment allowed my various sexual responses to be gauged.
I especially wondered how Pamela was dealing with this.

	We got down-checked as incompatible in a monogamous
relationship and were suggested to either split up or to
find others to join in a polygynous relationship.  I was
devastated thinking over how Pam would react;  she was
intensely displeased.

	I didn't understand why, but were were each given
a list of available mates what could match our current
(and more detailed) profiles.  I wanted Pam and she wanted
me, though, so we were reluctant to date, but the local
Fertility Board got after us and we each were being pursued
by the people on the lists we were given.  Having potential
suitors show up at the apartment Pamela and I shared was
not the most comfortable I've been.  Pam seemed ill at
ease so my anxiety levels went up.

	It was 3 months before we were each called in to
the local board for interviews on this case;  I was being
asked why I was so focussed on Pamela.  Since she'd been
my one and only, I hadn't looked further.  I was told that
if she wants me then there's a challenge procedure she
needed to go through.  We would be given a choice to either
take the challenge or they'd select my mate for me.  I was
given two months.  Pam had an interview as well and was given
the same ultimatum.

	Pam and I talked it over and she seemed reluctant
to challenge the compatibility test and she evaded the
question.  Unless we attempted a challenge there was no way
to learn why we'd been down-checked, but it would take both
of us to file a challenge.

	It took another month of pestering her (since I was
being pestered several times a day by one available female
co-worker too, it was only right that she'd hear about it
from me) where we maintained our normal schedule of love-
making (once a week) before she finally agreed.  We filed
our challenge and were given an appointment at the nearest
office, two weeks on.

	I was surprised to find three of the women on my
list as compatible with me waiting in the room.  One was
a co-worker of mine named Kelli that had been working on
getting more attention from me.  I realized that we had
enough in common but Pamela had gotten first dibs.  Kelli
expressed little surprise seeing Pam and I arrive.

	We were told (in front of the others) that Pam
didn't have enough interest in sexual activity to qualify
as a wife and mother but was welcome to prove herself.
Pam was not happy to hear this.  It was explained that
"keeping a husband interested" was critical to the kind of
relationship we'd chosen (monogamous) and that Pam wasn't
likely to maintain my loyalty and devotion with her lack
of enthusiasm.  She had some choices though-  enter into
a polygynous relationship with the three women in the
office with us or to challenge.

	Pam was looking daggers at me.  This didn't go
unnoticed by the other in the room, though.  I think I
saw a predatory look cross Kelli and Toni's faces.

	Pam chose the challenge.  I shrugged and agreed
with her.  She didn't seem any more likely to share me.
If we'd known the consequences I don't know whether she'd
have chosen differently, though I'd probably have backed
down.

	Kelli was the first of the others to ask "So why
am I here?"
 
	"You three are here for Pamela to compete against
for this man.  By challenging the fertility board we now
have the authority to decide who marries who.  Given eugenic
considerations we've decided that three fertile wives will
be reasonable for him to service and assuming you three
agree, all that's left is seniority.  After their down-
check you all went through a screening and were found
quite compatible with Jack here.  We already have his
spectrum understood so it works both ways.  We already
know about Pamela's interests, so, are any of you willing
to share this man and have children by him?"

	All three-  Kelli, Allison and Toni- agreed and
signed the challenge form.  The smiles they directed at
me seemed happy.

	A tech led me away to a medical room where I was
told to strip and get myself erect;  Another came in with
a device that was placed on my penis while I was erect,
blinked a green light, and was removed.  My erection
faded quickly in this environment while  I asked the female
tech why this done.

	She replied curtly with "Measurements" as she left.

	The first tech returned and led me, naked, to yet
another room where I was placed onto a supportive frame,
strapped down and wired up.  This was reminiscent of my
first compatibility tests but was a lot more involved.
A lot of the wiring seemed to be attached to my sexual
equipment and a sleeve held my dick in the loom of wiring.
Another tech came in and, while the frame I was strapped
into moved up and around, I realized that something was
being anally inserted, triggering more complaints than the
unanswered questions I had been asking.  The only reply I got
to my complaints was: "You chose to challenge the system to
find you a mate.  Because of that you must ready for the
winners."  When the activity level dropped around me I
realized that I wasn't uncomfortable in this supportive
structure.

	I didn't realize much of what was in store for me.

	The large screen to the right of me lit up and
displayed all four women's faces along with some bargraphs
at the side:  Heartrate, respiration, blood pressure and...
Lubricity?  Vaginal tension?  Cervical response?

	The larger screen in front of me lit up to show
the four women in frameworks much like the one I was in-
and they were thoroughly wired up as well.  The techs
there could be seen installing dildos onto arms between
each woman's thighs.  With lubricants placed on each
dildo (which I realized was identical to my previously
erect equipment, so that was what the "measurement" was for)
I glanced to the right and saw that, for two of the women
(Kelli and Allison) lubricity was already over 10%, with
Toni at 7% and Pam at 3%.

	Once each dildo was positioned at a woman's
vaginal entrance, the techs stepped away and mirrors
were put up so that each woman could see all three of
the others.  It was obvious that they were being kept
fully aware that this was a competition.

	The voice of our counselor came onto the speakers
and announced the rules:

	"Since both Jack and Pamela chose to continue with
their challenge, the only way they can achieve a monogamous
relationship is if Pamela reaches climax before any of her
challengers.  If this does not happen, all four women will
be bonded to Jack in a polygynous relationship.  Because
this would not be a voluntary choice, he will be bonded to
all four women but will be conditioned to accept the
authority of his senior wife.  Seniority is selected by
order of climaxes.  Fertility is only guaranteed to the
three most senior mates.  Each of you women:  pay attention
to the others.  You are in competition with all of them
for this man.  If you truly want to mate and have children
of your own you will need to not be the last to reach your
climax.

	"We will start the competition with Pamela..."

	I watched as the dildo slowly slid into my fiance
and saw only minor changes in the lubricity and vaginal
tension scales;  Cervical response didn't move.

	The dildo stopped at full penetration.

	"Next is Kelli..."

	Kelli's dildo slid in, and her graphs showed a
much greater jump on all three scales.

	"Allison starts third..."

	Allison's response was close to Kelli's as she
was penetrated.

	"Finally, let's get Toni into this competition."

	Toni's penetration showed a sudden jump on the
scales.  Just on the first penetration, Pamela was a
distant last.  This didn't seem right;  I thought Pam
loved me but this did nothing for my confidence.

	"All right, since Jack needs to be tied to you
all, it's now Jack's turn."

	I felt something deep inside me and I suddenly
was sporting quite an erection.  The sleeve on it that
held the various wires and the like looked tight on me
and I even felt like I was fully inserted in Pam.

	"We can now begin, all of the parties are in
place and ready."

	And I felt like my dick was being pulled out of
Pamela as the 4 dildos retracted from the women, and I
felt - and saw - the return of the dildos to their
fullest penetration.

	Another announcement came up in a pause.  "As
we already told you, it bears repeating that the first
woman to reach climax will be the senior wife in the
marital unit.  If you want the most authority, you
should orgasm first.  Jack's authority will be below
that of his senior wife."

	It was definately planned that way-  with the
way we were hanging, we couldn't help but pay attention.

	We all felt the slide out and back in... and
out and in again, with a lot of sensory input for me.
The main screen in front of me focussed on the various
faces and on the penetration of each of my "mates",
which, despite the situation, increased my level of
arousal.  This continued at a nice comfortable pace,
getting us all a little bit tense given the fairly low
rate of stimulation.  It left me with just enough wits
to look over at the various stats on my right.

	Based on what I was seeing, Kelli was in the
lead with Allison lagging only a little bit, but Toni
was catching up.  My heart sank when I saw that Pam
was still way behind.

	I couldn't help but call out, "Pam, Hon, what's
wrong?"

	There was now no doubt we could all hear each
other with Pam's reply, "We shouldn't have fucked last
week!"

	The mechanical fucking slowed down, and the
counselor spoke again, "So, Pamela, Jack, how often do
you have sex with each other?"

	The machines paused-  I answered "About once
a week."

	No motion.  I tried squeezing against the
sleeve but that didn't help me much-  but it was now
apparent that we were connected because Kelli and Toni
both acted startled.

	"Pam, how often do you masturbate?"

	She wasn't answering, but Kelli broke Pam's
silence with "Just get this fucking thing going again.
I'm so fucking horny!"

	"Pam?" she was prompted.

	Allison spoke up this time, "Pam, answer him
right now or, when you're the most junior, I'm going
to work your ass right off!"

	Toni also spoke up "What she said!  Pam,
you really don't want all of us pissed off at you, now
do you?"

	"I don't masturbate.  I've never needed to."

	The machines started moving again- but at a
slower pace.

	"Jack, how often do you masturbate?"

	I hesitated to answer, this wasn't something
that Pamela would like to hear.  The machine paused
again.  I quickly said "At least once a day!"

	The machines picked up again, going slowly.

	Kelli moaned and said "Thank you, Jack..."

	All but Pamela thanked me for not taking too
long to answer.  I noticed that Pamela's response
scales had lost ground suddenly.  I realized that the
slow rate wasn't advancing any of us;  Only Pamela,
though, had lost any ground.  While none of us was on
the edge of orgasm, we were in a phase where we wanted
to continue.

	The counselor spoke again, to Pam: "Pamela,
You need to think about what's happening here.  I've
seldom seen a woman with such a deficit in response."

	With those words I saw jumps in excitement
for Kelli, Allison and Toni, though Toni's was the
biggest jump, and put her just behind Kelli's level
of excitement, displacing Allison from second place.
What seemed odd is that cervical response started
jumping on Allison.

	"So how have you kept Jack so faithful to you?"

	She hesitated.  Within seconds, the machines
followed suit.

	Toni screamed this time: "When he asks you
a question, you answer him, RIGHT FUCKING AWAY!"

	A small voice... "I was his first.  And only."

	The machines restarted, slowly, again.  As good
as this felt it had been awful when it stopped.

	"Pam, were you a virgin?"

	She started to hesitate, but started talking
just as the machine started to pause, "No, I wasn't."

	This time the other three women thanked her
for not making the machine stop again.  Pam's indicators
jumped a little at that, and actually started to advance.

	I hadn't known this.

	"Pam, why do you want to keep him to yourself?"

	It felt like she was being humiliated in front
of all of us.  A portion of my heart ached for her, I
didn't want to see her hurt, but another part was more
than a little impatient.

	She didn't hesitate this time;  I think she'd
learned that we were all being conditioned as part of
this challenge.  "He's good to me.  He treats me with
respect.  He doesn't push me into having sex."

	She was finally progressing in excitement but
the rate left her with almost no way to catch up.

	"Pam, why did you even file for a monogamy instead
of working out a polygynous relationship?"

	"I don't want to lose him.  I would have lost
him if we'd been forced to split up."

	I think with her willingness to answer quickly
made it possible for us to work ourselves up towards
our orgasms more quickly, so the machines sped up a bit.
I had a ways to go (I'd learned to delay my climax with
Pam since it usually took a while for her to approach
orgasm) but I suddenly saw Kelli and Toni make a mad
dash as their scales suddenly jumped for the finish line.

	The biggest screen in front of me focussed on
Kelli's face and she was suddenly screaming out her climax,
straining against the restraints and, out of nowhere it
seemed, I felt myself orgasm-  though it seemed that I
didn't ejaculate despite the extra sensations running
along my dick.

	Suddenly Toni's brown face came into focus as
she orgasmed and I felt the same sensation of a dry orgasm
as we rode this together.  The sensations on my dick must
have been gathered from the women because I hadn't felt
anything like that before.

	I looked to the right-hand screen and saw that
Pam's excitement had jumped pretty far along, but, despite
the slow pace, Allison was a shoo-in for third place.
Both Kelli and Toni's cervical response indicated that
they were still in the throes of their respective orgasms-
and were pretty far along in going for seconds.

	Allison came with a shout of "Yes" and I got
another ride.  Her cervical response came up and
flashed.

	The process continued;  Kelli and Toni both
came a total of three times each and Allison twice before
Pamela was at her peak, ready for her first of the session-
and suddenly the machines slowed down.

	Despite the dry orgasms, it felt like my balls
hurt.  I was still quite stimulated.

	The screen in front of me went blank, I heard
no more sounds from the women, and the stats on the
right-hand screen cleared for all but Pamela.

	Pam was apparently hovering on the brink when
she was told she'd have to beg for a orgasm.

	The machine continued as she groaned out a
"No, I won't."

	"Pam, beg Kelli to let you have an orgasm."

	She shook her head.  "No!"

	The machine continued, slowly, keeping both of
us on the brink.  Had I been forgotten?

	I was suddenly surrounded by techs who removed
the sleeve from my erection and I suddenly found Kelli
on top of me, impaling herself on me, facing me and
slamming up and down on me.  I was on the edge already
so as Kelli hit her fourth orgasm of this process on
top of me my own orgasm hit me and I knew it wasn't
dry, I was painting her insides with my semen.  I
couldn't help but moan along with her screams.

	When the techs helped her off of my lap, I
found I was still quite erect as Toni took her place
there, and started her own climb-  and, despite all I
had been through, I was climbing with her, until we
spasmed together.

	This was repeated with Allison.  When we were
done and Allison had been helped off, I was being
disconnected from the chair.

	The screen came back on with Pamela there,
her hair wet, perspiring, and she yelled at me "You
bastard-  you enjoyed that!"

	I don't know why (or how) my attitude towards
her had changed, but I didn't feel the need to put up
with her criticism.

	"Pam, beg Kelli to let you come.  I sure as
hell don't care right now."

	There was no question that Pam was thinking
this over in her current state.  She was still trying
to look defiant and in charge, but she must have been
suffering from being on the edge.

	Kelli spoke up, "Pam, what do you want?"

	Pam moaned, "I want to come.  I've got to
come."

	"Ask me nicely, OK?"

	"Oh, Kelli, please let me come..."

	"OK, Pam, you shall..."

	And the machine sped up and Pam came like a
freight train-  I had never seen her look like that
before-  but the machine continued as she was in the
throes of her own climax-  and I realized she was
no less being conditioned than the rest of us had
been.

	The machine slowed enough for her to come
back from paradise but picked up again to keep her
on the edge.  This time, even though she'd had a
good hard orgasm, she was still quite ready, on the
edge for another one.

	We were led from the room and brought through
a shower (Pam had never liked sharing a shower with
me but these three of my "wives" seemed to) and allowed
to dress.  We were brought to a different office.
There was a screen on showing Pamela, looking pretty
ragged, still riding the dildo.

	"Jack, how did you live with her?  We're
working on her but it takes a lot before we can use
her own sex drive-  what there is of it-  as a means
of conditioning."

	I shrugged.  "I guess she had the upper hand
when she was all I knew.  I thought that she loved me."

	"She does love you Jack, but desire-  sexual
desire-  is something else.  Her physical responses to
orgasm are suboptimal for conception which precluded
any chance of a monogamous relationship being approved."

	We heard something and the volume was turned
up;  "...was your first man?"

	Pamela was gasping out an answer of "My cousin
David."

	"And how much do you like giving your boyfriend
oral sex?"

	"I don't, it's stupid and demeaning.  He was
so wonderful that he didn't want that..."

	The volume got turned down again.

	"She'll be back to you before we send you all
to orientation.  For now, I want all four of you to sign
this;  It's your marriage acceptance."

	We did so, and we hugged and kissed each other.

	Kelli signed first, as senior wife, I signed
below her as husband (which sure beats the title of sperm
donor).  Toni and Allison were listed (and signed) right
below my own.  Pamela was on the list as "fluffer" but
the signature could wait since she would initially be a
non-reproductive member of the family.

	"Allison, your schedule has you ovulating within
the next three days, so we suggest that you do your best.
You've been treated to enable his sperm to be accepted by
your body and for conception and implantation to happen.
Please try."

	Allison looked at me with shining eyes, then
Kelli and Toni, who each smiled and nodded to her.

	"In the meantime, Jack, all of you, start
packing up to move into the same household.  Jack,
Allison needs to stay with you for the rest of the
week.  Here's a slip for your work so they know you'll
be out for the next 3 weeks, and one for you, Allison.
You won't be going too far since Jack's semen production
has been turned up.  Kelli, you and Toni will get the
note covering your honeymoon later this week, Alright?"

	Their assent was pretty much automatic by this
time.

	"Oh, and Kelli?  Keep Jack in line.  You're
in charge, you know."

	Kelli looked around at us.  We all smiled
at her.  Part of me wondered what had been done to
me-  but most of me seemed happy with this.  I then
realized that Pamela had been in charge of me enough
before, so I'd only exchanged one for another.

	We soon left the facility and returned to my
apartment where we sat around for a bit after putting
a late lunch together.

	It was barely after 2PM when Kelli took
charge (which felt so natural);  "Jack, Allison, get
undressed- here, please, we want to see you both naked
together- and go make us a baby."

	How was I to know they'd laugh at the twin
beds in the bedroom?


	    - - - End Chapter  1 - - -


Story Background:

   A viral BioWeapon was developed to hold the world
   hostage by making it impossible for people around
   the world to breed, thereby undercutting those
   nations/cultures that were disapproved of.  Those
   who launched the global weapon didn't have a working
   antidote, though.  They died out-  and not from old
   age.

   BioTechnology had to be used to make it possible
   for the human race to survive but the complications
   where the immune system works against fertility
   didn't help matters, so fertility is only able to
   be enabled for short periods-  and only for specific
   males.

   By the time of this story, the world has settled
   down and accepted that fertility remains limited
   yet there is still hope for a cure.  There is also
   the recognition that the global infrastructure has
   had to change to accept the progressive drop in
   population.  Humans are still an endangered species
   since a loss of technology would bring extinction.

   As soon as I've got another awful case of
   testosterone poisoning I'm sure I'll add to this
   story.  There are probably other stories to be
   told within this "universe" but few other have
   yet suggested themselves.

   I've some ideas for the next chapter;  What may
   seem a paradise for a man...
   ...isn't.



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