Pixie Isobella

I smiled to myself as I heard Felicity cry, the sound making me even hornier. Damn, I love torturing the new girls just about more than anything else…

In a patriarchal dystopia, Jessie delights in preparing her fellow women for forced breeding… Jessie’s Dilemma is a a dystopian tale of gender betrayal and patriarchal breeding.

Jessie’s Dilemma: Chapter 3

[Jessie’s Dilemma is on the darker side of my stories, featuring heavy non-consent, female submission, virginity, patriarchy, impregnation and lactation, and gender betrayal. All characters are fully fictional and over 18. Chapter 1 is here]

I smiled to myself as I heard Felicity cry, the sound making me hornier. Damn, I love torturing the new girls just about more than anything else.

I listened to her crying as I signed the intake form. I love signing the intake forms too. It gives me a frisson of a thrill I have never admitted to anyone else, though I’m guessing all the other intake officers feel the same.

Frankly, it makes me wet, horny enough that I always fantasise about grabbing one of the guards and asking for a quickie on the desk. I’m not stupid enough to actually do that, of course, but I dream about it, before going home to make out with my vibrator. I always cum hardest the nights after a successful intake of a new girl.

My satisfaction ebbed a little as my colleague, Dr James Leonard, let himself into my assessment room without even knocking. James is the bane of my existence — cocky and smart, he’s almost as good at identifying girls ripe for breeding as I am.

And he has an additional benefit I’ll never have.

All the new girls must be tested with actual sex before we release them to the factories. The male intake officers fuck the girls themselves, of course, but I can’t do that. Almost always on the same shift as I am, James regularly fucks my new girls as well as his own.

He loves it, of course. He’s highly sexed, cruel and always willing to fuck a girl who doesn’t want him inside her. I enjoy watching him use the girls but it irks me that I have to rely on him. He knows it too, the arrogant arsehole. Not to mention that he can get release at work — several times a day some days — and I can’t.

‘Nice catch,’ he said to me, winking at me as he looked over the still-crying Felicity. ‘What’s her name?’

‘It was Felicity,’ I said smugly, standing up to walk over and stand next to him. I met the girl’s eyes as she cried. ‘Dr Leonard here is going to do your final assessment,’ I told her bluntly. ‘Why don’t you make sure you give him a good time?’

‘She doesn’t look capable of being that smart,’ James said, already eagerly loosening his tie.

That’s another thing that irks me about him — he spends literally all day fucking, and he still dresses like every day is a best dressed fashion show. Hand-woven European suits, hand-made shoes and a cufflink collection that must take up an entire room.

Soon he was naked and standing between the girl’s legs, stroking himself into hardness. I had removed the dilator and released her legs — James prefers to fuck them au natural as he calls it — but not her torso or her arms.

‘What’s the slut’s name now?’ he asked me, meeting my eyes with a rare show of collegiality from him.

He may be an arsehole but he enjoys the job as much as I do, and just like me, he knows how and when to degrade the sluts.

‘Jersey Cow #1067,’ I said, smiling with my own pleasure as I heard the girl crying harder at the words. ‘She’s my weekly contribution to Dairy Lane.’

‘They’ll enjoy her there,’ he smiled back at me, and I saw the lust grow in his eyes at the thought. ‘Twenty men a day will keep her in her place.’

Yeah, James and I are the same. He was getting hard now, just thinking of the breeders in the overcrowded factory, their hips and cunts lined up daily for the men working at the local workplaces to penetrate on their way to work or on their lunch break or on the way home — or all three, frankly, for some of the men.

James was undoubtedly getting even hornier thinking about this girl — JC#1067 — with her shapely breasts big and dripping with milk, her belly round with one or two babies growing inside her.

‘They will,’ I smiled, thinking about the bonus I would get for delivering a girl as fertile as Felicity to Dairy Lane. I was grinning like a cat, I knew I was. ‘Actually, I just got her intake results back from the lab. She’ll be breeding sooner than she thinks. She’s fertile now, so you might be about to plant her first calf inside her.’

‘Damn,’ James said appreciatively, a spurt of precum running from his erection at the thought.

‘No, please,’ the girl cried, but it was a faint cry, and I knew she knew that she had already lost.

Soon James climbed onto the bed, pushing the girl’s legs apart easily. She could have fought him but she was smart enough to know there was no point. I watched avidly — I love watching the new girls take cock for the first time, especially if they’re unwilling sluts who deserve it. I knew James would be appropriately rough with her to treat her a lesson for saying ‘no’ to him.

He didn’t disappoint me.

He moved onto all fours above her, smirking down at her.

‘Who’s a good little jersey cow?’ he sniggered, lifting one of his hands to stroke her big breasts as if he owned them. ‘Jessie here could have gotten you into a fine establishment if you’d only been nice to her. But you had to be a whining bitch, didn’t you?’

The girl just cried out, now trying to close her legs to deny him access, but James is strong and he knows how to control a girl. Anyway, he was already between her legs. I smiled as I watched him lowering his hips down towards her reluctant cunt.

He had been lying to the girl — I hadn’t allocated her to Dairy Lane merely because she had spoken back at me. We are required to allocate a certain number of girls each year to the less wealthy establishments and this slut was perfect for Dairy Lane. With her high fertility scores, the medicines they dosed her on would ensure she produced more milk than a regular breeder would and she would probably conceive twins or even triplets each time.

The mass production of babies is the critical purpose of facilities like Dairy Lane — whereas other, more luxurious facilities also cater to the desires of the wealthier clientele who visit them.

Nevertheless, I appreciated James’ strategy.

He preferred to fuck women who didn’t want him — he loves nothing more than raping an unwilling virgin — and the slut on the bed really didn’t want him now he had been so offensive to her.

Her futile attempts to evade him didn’t make a difference, of course. James easily located her entrance and then he was pushing himself into the girl’s cunt, thrusting hard and forcing her to take all of him. As always, I didn’t know where to watch more — his hips humping her hard as he stabbed himself into her or her tits shaking like a blancmange with the ferocity of his thrusts or her wide-eyed face as she felt a man breeding her for the first time in the Commission.

It’s always over too soon when the men take the girls for the first time.

James took his time — it must have been his second or third fuck of the day, I guessed, given how long he held out before cumming — and I supposed it probably felt like an eternity to the girl, but it didn’t go on nearly long enough for me. Far too soon, he was stabbing himself faster and faster into her deep insides with shorter and shorter strokes, filling her fully while he grunted gutturally in time with his thrusts.

He orgasmed in a series of moans, and I felt myself almost cumming inside my own clothing watching him rape the girl.

I could almost feel his seed splashing against my own cervix as he emptied himself.

She was still crying, but softer, muted cries that pleased me. She knew it was done now. I had shown her the paperwork before James fucked her.

I was pleased she was finally accepting the reality.

She was a breeder now and she wouldn’t sponge off society anymore.

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The full novel is available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords! It is 130 pages (54,031 words) of steamy taboo erotica!

Jessie loves her job turning reluctant women into captive slaves known as ‘breeders’. In a dystopian near-future world, she works for the Breeding Commission, a government agency entrusted with the task of ensuring that all women comply with new compulsory breeding mandates.

Jessie is devoted to the task of detaining women who refuse to work or breed – and incarcerating them at the state-run breeding factories. Her work becomes even more fulfilling when she is given the unique opportunity to supply new breeders to the wealthy and popular politician, Lord Adrian Augustus, for his pleasure and research.

Adrian can be a good friend but he is also a cruel master – and he enjoys nothing more than fucking and breeding unwilling women. A long-time hero of hers, Jessie is immediately smitten with him.

But Jessie herself has a secret. She is an illegal virgin who has herself been evading the breeding mandates for years. In working for Lord Augustus, her secrets are about to catch up with her…

Will Jessie be able to resist Adrian’s allure? Will she persuade her boss and male co-workers that she is a valuable member of the workforce? Or will she too end up on her back, legs spread, being bred for the good of the country?

Jessie’s Dilemma is the first release in new erotic cycle called The Breeding Commission.

It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

© Pixie Isobella