BREEDING WIFE
By
Mister Average
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Breeding Wife
Copyright 2012 by Mister Average
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CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
BREEDING CAMP
SEX
BREEDING WIFE
INTRODUCTION
The world was a very different place in 2090, the population had collapsed after the Red Plague and her nation was desperately in need of more people. Immigration was a thing of the past, nobody travelled around the world anymore, and it was too unsafe for a variety of reasons. There was not enough fuel for widespread air travel anymore; the populations in many countries were too unstable and lawless.
People were now in short supply, they were a valuable commodity for the first time in thousands of years and industry didn’t like it. There was no easy fix. Yes, they could use robots, but sometimes you just needed people, real people, not buckets of bolts.
Whilst her government could not do anything to resolve their short term problems, they had taken a very militant approach to solving the long term solution - as had many nations. They needed to secure their future supply of the right kind of people, so the government was forcing women of child bearing age to produce as many children as possible to as many different males, but they were not leaving it to chance or random choice.
Once a woman had turned sixteen she legally needed to be available for breeding. Married women were also required for breeding.
The government had set a standard that all women were required to give birth at least once every five years from the age of 16 until they turned 41, a total of six children for each woman.
A woman could also have two children with a partner or husband, but she was required to have six children with other men, to ensure a wide distribution of seed around the country. There were severe penalties for those women who tried to avoid this national responsibility. It was interesting that many sectors of society which one might have expected to be vocal about the immorality of such a plan where strangely silent. It seemed all sectors of society saw the urgent need for more children to be greater than morals.
And so it came to pass that Ingrid, a fertile young woman in her mid-twenties, and married to Sven, a tall and handsome blonde haired and blue eyed man, had to face up to the fact that it was time for Ingrid to be sent to the breeding camps, and she would not return until she had been impregnated.
Ingrid had a nice figure; she was physically and sexually attractive. She was full breasted with round, large breasts and a pretty face that was set off with long blonde hair that fell half way down her back.
She had already given birth twice for her country, those babies having been taken away from her after childbirth and reared firstly by feeding mothers and then educated through a government sponsored system where all children were treated equally. The mothers would never know their children; the children would never be told who their parents were.
Now she was preparing to be sent to the breeding camps again and her new husband had to face up to the torment of this for the first time.
Ingrid had been through it all, she was numb to the experience, but Sven had only been through this from the stud perspective, never from the husband of a breeding girl point of view.
Like all eligible males, Sven spent two weeks each year at the breeding camps attempting to inseminate the women presented to him. He would screw a different woman every day, pumping his sperm into each one, trying to make as many of them pregnant as possible. He would never know if he was successful or not.
It had to be like this, their country of ten million people in 2070 had been reduced to a nation of only half a million people in 2090, far below the number needed to function healthily.
Most of them understood and accepted the equation, and then went along and did what was required of them.
For Ingrid, she always found it to be a very mentally exciting time as the process of getting pregnant was so ribald, so depraved, so disgusting – and she loved it, every minute of it.
And Sven would know exactly what would happen to her, he had been down this path every year and had his turn on numerous women. She didn’t mind, but she wondered about his state of mind now that her time had come.
It was her fertile time of the month; she had just turned 26 years of age, now she had to go off to the breeding camp. Silently, she packed her bags and prepared herself for a teary farewell to Sven.
Whilst she would be screwed endlessly over the week, they would keep her at the camp until they confirmed she had become pregnant. If she failed, she would be kept at the camp for another month; women were kept for up to three months. If they still failed to become pregnant then tests were performed on them to confirm their ability to conceive.
Thankfully, Sven had been able to coordinate his time at the camp during her absence although, of course, he would be rotated so that he was never at the same camp as Ingrid.
That night they made love to each other, but it lacked the usual conviction, they both had other thoughts on their minds.
The next morning they would catch the subway train to the Breeding Camp registration office.
BREEDING CAMP
Ingrid and Sven were up early, made all the necessary arrangements for their home and then caught the subway. They sat in silence as the train shot through the underground tunnels to the city. They walked together to the large building and then separated in the foyer as Ingrid was ushered into the reception area for women.
Ingrid walked into the room and up to the counter where she was ticked off the register and given a number. She was told her train would be leaving from the basement in half an hour. Ingrid walked solemnly, following the others who were making their way down the stairs to the lower level.
It was summer, most of the women were wearing light dresses, most of them were tanned and looking very healthy.
Ingrid stepped down onto the platform and waited. Soon a train would be there to take them to the country retreat where she would spend the next few weeks.
As she sat there waiting, she reflected on the time ahead. She wondered how Sven would see this. She wondered how he felt screwing a different woman every day. She knew how much men loved sex, but there was no conquest involved, the women just laid there spread wide open for the men to inseminate them. Did he find that exiting enough?
The train sped into the subway station and stopped. It was a dedicated train; no other passengers would be getting on at other stops. The next time
it stopped would be in a few hours’ time and they would be in the picturesque countryside and at her breeding camp.
Ingrid took a window seat and rested her head against the glass. As the train rattled its way to their destination she fell asleep, peacefully.
She woke with a jolt; a nurse was standing next to her asking her if she was ok. Ingrid realised she must have slept deeply. She rubbed her eyes, looked out the window and then picked up her bag and followed the nurse. When she alighted from the train she was struck by the beauty of it. It seemed more beautiful than she remembered.
Ingrid dutifully walked along the path to the big white building on the rise, she had a smile on her face, and she felt quite at peace with herself and everything around her. Minutes later she was being welcomed by the administrator and led to her room. Each woman was given a comfortable room during her stay.
Ingrid logged into her room and unpacked and then she checked the roster to see when she was due to be used. She was rostered on for 8pm that night, which was a relief, she preferred the night shift. You would be exhausted at the end of it and then fall asleep – it was always a very deep sleep after a night of heavy fucking.
Ingrid showered, and then sat back to read for a while until it was dinner time. Then she would make herself ready, apply the various lotions to her vagina that helped lubricate and assist in the sperm reaching her egg.
The afternoon passed, and then Ingrid knew that her time had come. She prepared herself and waited for the nurse to pick her up.
She was led to a large room, there were ten padded tables on each side of the room – Ingrid knew what they were for.
Each of the beds would take one woman. She would lay down, and straps would hold her arms and legs. She would be naked with a pillow under her belly, pushing her vagina up into the air a little so it would be more accessible to the males.
Each woman was required to lay there for two hours a day and be inseminated by as many males as possible. One man would lay on top of her and fuck her, once he had deposited his sperm into her, the next man would lay on her.
Why such an open display of sex?
It had been argued that one of the dangers to the system was the risk of romance and love developing between man and woman, therefore a system was devised whereby the woman would be fucked in the open, where administrators could see that there was no affection developing and the women were positioned face down. They could never see the face of the man who screwed them. Their role was to be a receptacle for sperm and to become pregnant, not to like the men inseminating them.
Ingrid was walked over to a bed and she stood there next to it and then dropped her robe. She lay down on the bedding on her front and waited for the nurse to lightly strap her hands and legs to the table. She was made as comfortable as possible, and then asked if she was ready.
When she confirmed she was fine, the nurse applied some lubricant to her genitals, working it into her vagina with her fingers and then she was ready for her first male.
SEX
The men were prepared so that they would finish quickly when having sex with the women. They sat, naked, in a private booth looking at pornography but under strict instructions not to have an orgasm - that was to be reserved for the women.
When it was their turn the man would be led out onto the floor and taken to a predetermined woman. The doctors and nurses would know the previous success rate of every man, those with the highest potency would be matched with those women who struggled to get pregnant. Every part of the system was manipulated to maximize the chances of the woman becoming pregnant.
Whilst it might have seemed odd to have this all occur out in the open it also protected the women from abusive or rough men. Every man using one of the women was on display, he was controlled by the circumstances around him.
This was what confronted Sven when he spent his two weeks each year at the breeding camps, but unlike the women who stayed at the one camp, the males were moved from camp to camp each few days so that their seed was spent all round the country and not in one area.
The general idea was that the nation would be strengthened by having this exchange of sperm from one area of the country to the other but both Sven and Ingrid had noticed a curious feature of the breeding patterns.
Both of them had noted to each other that they only ever had sexual partners of the same genetic traits. Ingrid suggested that she had only ever been serviced by white blonde haired males. She knew this because when the males had finished she could see them leave and saw their characteristics - and Sven remarked that he too only ever seemed to have blonde haired, fair skinned females.
They wondered if somewhere else there were halls were darker skinned women were serviced by darker skinned men. They would never know the truth of this.
Ingrid was now waiting, she heard the nurse speak to an attendant and issue the command for her first male to service her. She was not the only woman there, although most of the other beds were empty, she guessed they were still on their way to the hall. She knew that sometimes young girls faced with their first occasion at the breeding camps would freak out and become troublesome.
Ingrid listened, and then heard someone approach. She had been lubed, she was excited, she was always excited when she was at the breeding camps, she didn’t know why, and she calmly laid there awaiting her fate.
She was suddenly brought to reality as a man felt her vagina and fumbled with it. She guessed he was preparing himself to penetrate her.
She then felt the man press his cock against her cunt lips. She knew her pussy was dripping wet with excitement, she was rapidly approaching the point where she just wanted him to shove it in and fuck her hard.
She imagined his cock head brushing and rubbing against her labia, wetting it, lubing it against her folds.
“Fuck me!” she called out, breaking the tension and demanding that he get on with it. If she had to do this she wanted to be used well, and used by many. The idea of having man after man screwing her and pumping her full of his sperm was wildly exciting to her, it was so exotic and powerful.
She felt the man push his swollen cockhead into her pussy, the thick manhood stretching her reasonably tight cunt.
The man clearly didn’t need any more encouragement, he must have been really horny, he pushed it deep into her, she moaned loudly.
She hoped the man had been keeping himself for her, she hoped his balls were full and his sperm fertile, she laid there, submissive and available for impregnation. She was the sort of woman who fell pregnant easily; she knew by days end that she would probably be with child.
The man’s penis was poking into her groin, she could feel his full balls dangling and bashing against her as he thrust. She knew he would be looking down at her, looking at his cock impaling her slit, looking at her forbidden ass. She knew that anal sex had often been frowned upon in many generations but now it was disgracefully taboo and seen as a complete waste of sperm. It had actually been made a crime in many countries for a man to come in an anus or a mouth. Every effort was made for men to come in women’s vaginas.
She felt the man thrusting into her swollen and wet pussy lips, the engorged cockhead spreading her opening and pushing inside her.
“Oh fuck yes, come in me, come inside me, make me pregnant, I want your baby,” she called out urging the man on. She loved being fucked like this, she loved taking the man’s hard on up in her vagina.
The man began to drive his penis into her with more force, with more desperation. She loved this part, she love it when the man started to wind up for his orgasm. The desperation of it, the inevitability of it, was so spine tingling for Ingrid.
After about 15 minutes of fucking her cunt, the man started to moan that he was about to come. He drove his cock deeply into her pussy and then held it there. Ingrid knew at this point that he was spurting his thick globs of maleness into her body.
She enjoyed the moment.
Ingrid seemed to have been made for this kind o
f thing. She enjoyed the procession of men using her in this clinical manner. She enjoyed knowing they were all coming inside her and in this modern era where sexual disease no longer existed it was perfectly safe. And there was the thrill of not knowing which man was making her pregnant, but knowing she soon would be producing a child for her country.
She wondered how women gained their excitement in past eras; she wondered how they experienced such variety.
As she day dreamed she noticed that the first man had finished and removed his cock from her body, she lay there on the warm bed and waited for the next lover.
She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the footsteps, felt the man rub his cock along her now slick vaginal folds, and then felt his cock enter her semen filled slit. She moaned as he lowered his weight onto her and started to thrust, but she was disappointed, his cock was quite small.
But this guy was a talker.
“Oh, yeh, baby, that feels good, love your tight little cunt. Moan for me, baby, moan for me while I fuck you with my big cock. “
Ingrid smiled at the silly man’s language. In front of her sat the attendant nurse, they both exchanged grins, the nurse rolled her eyes at the man’s words. Ingrid knew the nurse would have been through this before, she knew all about this situation. Sometimes it was wildly and sexually fulfilling, sometimes it was silly and occasionally you would experience a man so big that he was painful.
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