I felt myself almost cumming inside my own clothing watching my colleague James fuck the girl. I could almost feel his seed splashing against my own cervix as he emptied himself.
I was pleased the girl was finally accepting the reality. She was a breeder now and she wouldn’t sponge off society anymore.
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 4
[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 over 18. Chapter 1 is here]
James pulled up off the girl and dressed himself easily, smiling at me with the joy of his recent orgasm.
‘You got the bitch an assignment for today?’ he asked as he fastened his cufflinks.
He hadn’t looked back at the girl since he stood and I was glad. She wasn’t a free person anymore and anything that reinforced her unimportance was good for her induction.
James needn’t have asked about the assignment, but he always has to be nosy. Of course, I had found an assignment for her while he was getting his pleasure inside her. I am good at my job.
I wasn’t planning to waste the fact that the girl was fertile right now. If I organised enough men to penetrate and cum inside her this afternoon, she might already have conceived by this evening when she was delivered to her new home across the city. The supervisors at Dairy Lane would be very happy to receive a girl who was already breeding and I would be up for a bonus.
‘There’s a stag party booked for an hour’s time,’ I told James smugly. ‘It was a last minute booking so one of the house sluts was being brought up for them. This bitch will do even better.’
I always feel a hot flush of pleasure every time I get to call one of the breeders a ‘bitch’. I couldn’t tell you why, except that it reinforces my social status. I’m a worker and a professional. I contribute to society with my brain and my skills. These whores are just animals — sluts who thought they could get away with sponging off society.
‘The stag party specifically requested a new breeder,’ I explained, not bothering to hide from James how pleased I was with myself. ‘And they said the bridegroom wants her to be unwilling and this slut here has been whining all morning since they brought her in. So it’s perfect.’
Advertising the Commission’s facilities for stag parties was a recent invention of our new chief, and I have to say, it has been incredibly successful.
Of course, government politicians have been persuading men of all types — rich or poor, married or single — to visit the breeding facilities regularly ever since the Breeding Commission was established. It’s been largely successful.
I personally know several men who routinely visit the breeding houses on their way home from work or on their way to the gym. For many men, it’s filled the place of dropping into the pub on the way home from work. Workmates head to their favourite breeding house together and fuck the women side by side. Some of them even keep a competitive tally of the number of impregnations each man has achieved.
Most married women these days would agree that it isn’t cheating if their husband impregnates a breeder on the way home from work and I know that many women who don’t enjoy sex actively encourage their menfolk to get their pleasure with breeders instead.
Hiring the breeders out for stag parties was the logical next step. It not only makes extra money, but it also reminds the public that using breeders is perfectly acceptable inside a marriage.
‘Nice work,’ James said as he high-fived the guards.
He only half means it. James is as committed to the Breeding Commission as I am, but he’s also competitive. He knows that I’m his chief rival — I bring in more girls and they’re better than his. I know how to find them, you see. I know the ruses they use to escape detection and I’ve built a keen network of informants in the transport and housing industries who let me know when a girl is trying to evade us by hiding in a cheap house or crossing the border.
‘Thanks,’ I replied anyway, deliberately not being effusive.
If I’m James’ competition, then he is also mine. I don’t need James’ congratulations, and he doesn’t need my thanks.
James left and the guards and I pulled the girl up off the bed. She had stopped crying, thank goodness — it’s hot for a while when they cry and then it gets boring and irritates me. We gave her a shower and dressed her in the thin, almost transparent cotton robe given to new inductees when they’re waiting to be impregnated for the first time.
It’s the last piece of clothing they’ll ever wear, most of them.
Then I personally escorted her along the corridor to the breeding suite where I knew ten hungry, horny men were waiting to fuck and impregnate her for fun. We entered the room and I smiled to myself at her fear as she took in the men waiting for her. I could see at a glance that she wasn’t going to get any mercy in this room.
These men were eager. She’d be lucky if they took turns with her holes and didn’t try to all bang her at the same time.
I wished I could stay and watch them rape her. The guards would stay in the room with her, in case she tried to escape, but as a woman I had to leave the room.
‘This is a new girl,’ I introduced her to the men. ‘She’s your fun for the day. She doesn’t have a name, so don’t bother asking her for it. Anything she tells you is a lie. As far as you need to know, she’s just a breeder — you can call her ‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘slut’, ‘animal’ or whatever you feel like.’
‘Is she fresh?’ a man asked. I guessed he was the best man — determined to get the best party for the bridegroom.
‘She came in just this morning,’ I said. ‘She’s been inspected — no semen inside her when we opened her up to look inside. She’s been fucked once as part of intake. Other than that, her cunt is fresh and ready for you.’
I smiled as I felt the girl’s trembling through the cotton robe where I held her by the arm. Dammit, I loved intake days. I’m not a bad person but I do love being brutal to the sluts.
‘All we want,’ I said, speaking directly to the men, ‘is for you to have fun — it’s your party, after all — and,’ I winked at them, ‘of course, get as much semen as you can into her womb.’
There was a cheer at my words but the men were mostly ignoring me. I didn’t mind — or at least, I understood why. Their hungry faces were fixed on JC#1067’s white face and her shrinking figure. They were clearly all looking forward to their afternoon of fucking and impregnation.
I spared a glance for the girl’s scared face, still unable to feel any sympathy for her. She had known the rules. Everyone did these days. She had known she needed to get a job within three months of university and she hadn’t done that. It was my job to bring in lazy bitches like her — at least now she would be productive to society.
‘The whore is fertile now,’ I told the men with some satisfaction, knowing it would look good on my monthly report, even though I hadn’t done anything personally to achieve this result. ‘We hope she conceives today, so please enjoy putting as much of your cum into her as you can.’
‘I will,’ the groom said, stepping up to the girl and pulling her robe open roughly, making her squeal with shock. ‘We all will. Damn, I’m looking forward to this. I’m glad it’s a new girl. My bride said she wanted me to be rough with the bitch.’
He sniggered meanly.
‘My fiancée and I both agree with what you’re doing here, ma’am,’ he said to me. ‘She’s told me that after we’re married, I have to visit a breeding factory at least once a week.’
‘We appreciate your support,’ I said blandly, still wishing I could stay to watch.
He was a true believer and I could already tell that he was going to be brutal. I wanted to watch as the girl got what was coming to her. I wanted to hear her screams as they held her down and hammered themselves into her, splashing their hot, virile seed directly against her cervix.
She had thought she could deny her fertility to society and her body to the men who had a right to enjoy her. Today, I thought with some satisfaction, she would learn in the best way possible how wrong she had been.
‘I’ve been a few times to different factories but I haven’t fucked a new girl yet,’ the man said eagerly, as he pulled the girl’s robe right off her shoulders, his eyes drinking in her naked body. ‘It’s a dream come true. I can’t believe I actually get the chance to breed a new girl with my best mates before my wedding night.’
He turned to the girl, forcing her chin high so she had to meet his eyes.
‘Are you going to be good to me, love?’ he asked her, a cruel sneer on his face.
‘Yes,’ the girl said, her eyes wide and open, her lips open with shock at how brutally the man was talking about her.
‘Damn straight,’ the man said. ‘I’m going to be rough with you, sweetheart. Girls like you need to be punished.’ He winked at me. ‘We can take it from here, I think, ma’am, if there are no further instructions?’
I nodded to the guards. This man was perfect — in a few hours, the girl wouldn’t be able to walk straight and she would hopefully already be on the way to conceiving her first baby for the Commission.
‘Of course,’ I said, flushing suddenly. ‘No more instructions,’ I repeated blandly, stepping backwards and showing myself out.
I didn’t want to leave.
I would watch them fuck her on the screens in my office, of course, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Jessie’s Dilemma: Chapter 5
The moment I got to my office, I pulled the breeding suite up on the big screen on the wall.
I made sure I put the sound on so that I could hear the girl’s screams and cries while I worked. Actually, some days I thought that I loved the sounds of the men almost more, I thought. Their grunts and rough breathing, and the callous way they always spoke about the girls turned me on so badly.
At least I hadn’t missed much during the walk to my office.
When I switched the TV on, the bridegroom had the breeder on her knees in front of him, fucking her face roughly. As I sat down at my computer, I saw him pulling her across the floor and onto the bed. He pushed her down on her back onto the bed, pushing her legs open roughly and moving onto all fours above her.
I flicked my computer on but I knew I wouldn’t do much work, at least until a few men had taken her. She was crying and begging him, but of course, he didn’t listen. This was what he wanted — an unwilling victim beneath him, available for him to force again and again. He would tell his fiancée about it tonight, I guessed, and then they would have hot, hard sex just imagining it.
We would send all the men here home with a video of their afternoon, of course, for them to relive again and again as much as they wanted. Maybe the bridegroom would show his fiancée the same video I was watching, and the two of them would fuck with it running in the background, listening to the girl’s begging cries all over again.
I smiled again at the thought, wishing my own cunt didn’t feel so hot and aching. I was so aroused that my panties were soaked. The bridegroom was buried balls deep inside the girl by now, pounding her brutally in missionary position, grunting at her again and again that this was what she was worth.
My womb pulsed with need as I heard him cumming into her, and I knew that part of me — horrifyingly — wished the man downstairs in the breeding suite was fucking me instead, cumming inside me right up against the entrance to my womb.
He pulled out of her and soon the next man was lining himself up ready to impregnate her — her third man since she entered the Commission this morning.
I wanted to watch but I forced myself to concentrate on my work. My messages inbox was flooded with congratulations from colleagues, and I smiled again at a job well done.
Damn, it was good when I did my job right. I had already seen that nearly all the staff here had tuned their screens to the breeding suite, and I actually flushed red with pleasure. Everyone in the building was watching the stag party fuck my new girl — every scream they heard, every time they saw more cum being dumped into her breeding hole, they would know it was me who had brought it about.
Today was a good day.
The men took it slow with the girl — they had her all afternoon, after all — and I worked industriously as I watched and listened with half my attention.
She stopped pleading after the fifth man fucked her — she was learning, thank goodness, that begging wasn’t sexy — and by the time the bridegroom was fucking her for the second time, she was almost obedient, obeying their orders almost as if by rote.
‘Heh,’ the bridegroom laughed as he watched while his friends each had a second go at the girl’s cunt. ‘She’s a fucking stupid bitch. First she begs us to stop, then she obeys us like a sheep. Better off with a baby inside her.’
I flushed with pleasure as the men all laughed their agreement. Damn, I loved my job.
When I first started this job, I lost some friends and family members who didn’t like the path I took. It hurt at first, and then I solved that hurt by tracking down a couple of my former so-called friends who were avoiding the breeding mandates. I personally brought those sluts into the Breeding Commission’s programs and I’m glad to know that they’re now mindless whores, rutting all day and all night to produce the next generation.
I’m just so glad that these days, I am lucky enough to spend time with true believers, like the men in the breeding suite impregnating JC#1067. There are more and more men like them every day and many women too.
When the Breeding Commissions first started up, over twenty years ago, the social resistance was huge. But the movement finally got some powerful politicians and influential business leaders on our side, and we’ve been making great strides ever since. Of course, it helps that it’s just logical.
Anyone can work but only breeders can produce the babies we need. And frankly, I think the world is better with these sluts locked away — out of our houses and out of the jobs that are so sorely needed by others.
Some women are just more suited to milking and breeding, and I’m glad our society is finally recognising that.
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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.
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