‘Heh,’ the bridegroom laughed as he watched while his friends each had a second go at the girl’s cunt. ‘She’s a 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. Some people might call me a traitor but damn, I loved my job.
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 6
[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]
My pleasurable afternoon was interrupted by a loud knocking on my office door. Surprised, I called out to enter, only to be even more surprised when my boss, Lancelot Cole entered with two other men in tow.
‘Jessie,’ Lancelot grinned at me. ‘I hope it is OK to visit? I wanted to congratulate you on your triumph. We’ve all been watching your new girl. My guests have enjoyed watching her too and I said I’d bring them down to meet you.’
He waved at the TV screen, still smiling broadly. ‘How many men has she had by now?’ he asked jovially.
‘They’ve just started on the third round,’ I said, unable to keep the smile off my own face. ‘Some of the men are getting tired but I reckon the bridegroom and his best man will have her a few more times yet. She won’t be able to walk when they’re done with her.’
‘Good, good,’ Lance rubbed his hands. ‘I’m glad you were able to line her up for them. Actually, I know the bridegroom personally — he’s virile and personally committed to the work we do here. He deserves to get a child inside her. His fiancée is also a supporter and I know that now he’s marrying, he’ll be visiting the factories regularly to impregnate the breeders.’
I smiled back, agreeing with Lance wholeheartedly. Our work relies on the commitment of men like that — willing to volunteer their time and fertility to breed our sluts.
‘Anyway, where are my manners?’ my boss asked, smiling wryly at me. ‘This is Lord Adrian Augustus,’ he introduced the younger of the two men who had entered my office with him.
I actually jumped in shock to see Lord Augustus in person. I recognised him now that I knew who he was. He was a household name, a steadfast supporter of the Breeding Commission. Honestly, he was probably one of our largest supporters in public life. Never raucous or strident, he always spoke quietly and compellingly in favour of our work.
Thankfully, people listened to him. His most recent speech in parliament, directed towards the politicians from a rival party who wanted to shut the breeding factories down or at least severely limit our work, had been particularly compelling.
We owe it to these girls, he had said. We can’t turn them out on the streets. We asked them to do their job for the country and they responded in droves. All I see, he had said, when I visit a breeding factory, are the grateful faces of girls who know they’re better off with us — they know they’re better off pleasuring men and feeling a baby growing inside them. We must not let them down.
What was he doing in my office though? I stood up and shook his hand, feeling suddenly speechless. I had never dreamed that I would actually meet Lord Augustus. He had been a household name for most of the last twenty years as the Breeding Commissions rose in popularity.
‘Lord Augustus has just become our patron here in this city,’ my boss said, smiling broadly. ‘We’re lucky to have his guidance and support. And this is Mr Charles Hammer, the new chair of our board,’ he waved at the older man. ‘They’ve been lunching with me and I said I’d introduce them to the person who provided us with such stellar entertainment.’
I nodded, a little warily, at Mr Hammer. I hadn’t met him before and he came to us with a reputation as a difficult boss.
‘I’m giving Adrian and Charles a tour,’ my boss explained and I breathed a sigh of relief that maybe they wouldn’t stay too long. I was excited to meet Lord Augustus but I also wanted to keep watching the gangbang on the livestream.
‘This is Jessie,’ Lance said unnecessarily to the men as my name was on the office door. ‘She’s one of our brightest young investigators and intake officers.’ Lance nodded his head towards my big screen where we could still see and hear the gangbang in the breeding suite. ‘Another breeder rescued from the streets and brought into our care, and it’s all Jessie’s work.’
I flushed with pleasure at his wholehearted commendation.
‘I see,’ said Mr Hammer, the head of the board. He looked at me as if I was something particularly unpleasant dragged home by a household pet. ‘I didn’t realise we had any breeders working at the Commission.’
I flinched instinctively at the dry disdain in his voice, resisting the urge to clutch my arms around myself.
‘I’m not…’ I started to say, flushing with unusual heat at his words, but my boss interrupted me, holding a hand up to stop me as Mr Hammer kept speaking.
‘All I see in front of me,’ Mr Hammer said, interrupting me, ‘is a young woman of fertile age and,’ he paused, running his eyes arrogantly over my body in a way that made me want to flinch, ‘fuckable figure,’ he finished, the words seeming oddly cruder when coming out of the mouth of such a well-dressed older man. ‘Why isn’t she down on the factory floor with the other incubators?’ he asked bluntly, turning back to my boss. ‘The Commissions don’t employ breeders down south where I come from.’
‘Jessie is very skilled and, indeed, I think she has a particular insight into our wayward charges,’ Lance said firmly, defusing my sudden anger at Mr Hammer’s crude words. ‘She works hard and we’re very pleased to have her. Our work benefits greatly — I can’t tell you how many girls are now breeding for us because of Jessie.’
The older man lifted his eyebrows, frowning at me, clearly unconvinced.
‘How old is she? 23? 24?’ he asked, with all the arrogant crustiness of an old and wealthy white man. ‘She’s got twenty years breeding in front of her. Frankly, that’s the best use we can put her to.’
He glared at me as he spoke and I flushed hotly. I’m not a thing, I thought, frustrated, but I knew from the warning look in my boss’ eye not to say anything. This wasn’t the first time I had heard this view from a man at the Breeding Commission but it was the first time from such a senior member.
Actually, I was 26 but I knew I looked younger. I wasn’t keen to get married and start having children either — married women have to provide their husband with at least four babies, or they too can be subject to the Breeding Commission’s orders. Only unmarried working women are protected from the breeding requirements, although even then there is an unwritten expectation that we share our bodies regularly with men for their pleasure.
I’m better than that, though. I’ve studied hard and I’m damn good at my job. No-one should put me in the same category as the animals who belong on their hands and knees with a baby inside them.
‘I’m very keen to benefit from Jessie’s work,’ Lord Augustus intervened into the conversation, and I flushed, grateful to him for the intervention.
‘Yes,’ my boss said, clearly happy that someone with higher status than him had diverted Mr Hammer’s comments. ‘I’ve been showing Mr Hammer and Lord Augustus around the facilities over the last few weeks. You may not be aware, Jessie, but Lord Augustus has an experimental private breeding facility. We’ve been talking about contracting some of the girls out to him, and I’d like your assistance with that in particular.’
‘I’d love to help,’ I said genuinely, feeling suddenly overwhelmed at the thought. Lord Adrian Augustus wanted breeders and I was going to help source them for him? I couldn’t believe it. It was one of the best things that had ever happened to me.
‘I want you to find at least one girl a week to send to Lord Augustus’ facilities,’ Lance said urbanely. ‘He’ll give you a list of the criteria he’s looking for. Only the best quality breeders.’
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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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