Chapter Two
“Wash her before you bring her in here,” came the voice of the lead doctor in the room. “Room 3,” said the woman whose black hair was pulled back into a severe bun made all the more harsh by the dark-rimmed glasses she wore.
The woman didn’t acknowledge her though. The doctor only scanned her from head to toe as if she weren’t a person at all before turning back to her conversation with two others in medical uniform. Her guards quickly turned her and led her back out. Barefoot, she padded between them to a room a few doors down, all the while very aware of the burn inside her bottom, beginning to feel the pressure of imminent release, knowing how painful that release would be.
She’d never been to this part of the medical ward before. She had some idea of the examination to come as she had heard the tale retold by another breeder. Having turned twenty-four, she had only just reached the proper age to be bred and her own examination had been scheduled before the incident that led to her current circumstances. She remembered the girl’s account of how thorough and embarrassing that examination had been, but she had the idea what was about to happen to her would make that seem like nothing at all.
One of the guards opened the door. Inside, a nurse in typical blue scrubs waited for her. In her hand, she held a thick hose. Rowan looked from it to her face, trying to meet her eyes, trying to find any humanity there, but the woman simply gestured to the men with a nod of her head and the two guards walked her to the far end of the room. There, she took the one step up onto the tiled area which was already wet. She put one hand over her belly as the first of the cramps came.
“Please, I need…”
“Face me,” the woman said, ignoring her altogether.
The guards let her go and stepped back. Rowan turned to face the woman.
“Legs wider, arms up. Grip the holds over your head.” She aimed the hose at her.
Rowan glanced at the guards who stood back watching, one with a smirk on his face. She spread her legs to shoulder width and raised her arms over her head to take hold of the two rings that hung from heavy chains. She knew they would bind her without hesitation and so she cooperated, knowing this was only the beginning.
Rowan screamed when, without warning, icy water rushed her as the woman turned the hose on her, the powerful flow forcing her backwards some steps. She turned her face away as every inch of her was washed.
“Turn,” came the command.
The woman at least turned the flow to her feet while Rowan turned her back to her, gripping the rings harder and squeezing her eyes shut as the water assaulted her marked and tender bottom and thighs.
“Bend forward and grip the rings on the wall there.”
She glanced behind her. “I need to use…”
Without hesitating, the woman nodded to the guards, one of whom walked to her. Before he reached her however, Rowan bent over and gripped the rings, which were set about six inches above the floor.
“Legs wider.”
The toe of the guard’s boot nudged one ankle and she spread her legs, knowing they stood behind her watching, every part of her exposed.
The flow of water wasn’t softer but it was fast. The woman ran the hose along her bottom, not missing an inch of her most private parts. The cold temperature at least relieved her for an instant of the burn from the doctor’s injection.
It all lasted no more than a few minutes but Rowan’s face burned with humiliation.
“She’s ready,” the woman said.
Rowan straightened and turned. The guards took hold of her once again and the woman hardly paid any attention to her as she was taken from the room and returned to the first one. This time when she walked in, the female doctor looked at her and nodded. The guards walked her inside where in addition to the medical crew, Rowan could see standing behind the glass wall those collected to watch: Commander Norrin, Captain Amro, and the man she had glimpsed in the hall, Silas. Behind them stood several guards.
Silas’ eyes were hard and unreadable and Commander Norrin was talking, although she was not able to hear what he said. He glanced at her with a gesture of his hand and patted Silas’ back. Silas neither moved nor did the line of his mouth change. She did notice the fisting of his hands though before the female doctor spoke.
“Put her on the table on her stomach. We’ll need to dress her wounds first.”
* * *
Silas watched in silence even though inside, every cell in his body wanted nothing more than to take hold of Captain Amro’s neck and snap it first before killing the doctors in the next room. But he couldn’t do that. Not unless he wanted the blood of the people of his settlement on his hands. Not if he had any hope of finding out if Commander Norrin had lied to him or not. At least Commander Norrin didn’t look so eager to bear witness to the breeder’s ordeal.
The intercom was turned on so they could hear what was being said in the other room, but those in the examining room could not hear them.
“Shame to give such a breeder to him,” Captain Amro said, lust in his voice, his lecherous eyes never leaving the naked woman. Silas didn’t try to hide his disgust when the captain adjusted his crotch as the woman was forced onto the table, her arms raised over her head, the wrists bound together to the top of the examining table. Her legs were spread to the width of the table and strapped with the leather restraints there.
“The colony will be indebted to you, to your people,” Commander Norrin said, ignoring the captain. There was tension between the men, Silas could see that much.
Silas was the leader of one of the settlements outside of the colonies. Although he and the other settlers were known as barbarians within the colonies, their existence was tolerated as the colonies needed food and other goods produced by the outsiders.
Four hundred years ago, an asteroid had crashed onto Earth. The size of the thing had wiped out most of the eastern half of North America, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Some residue of the asteroid seeped into the world’s oceans, killing most of the marine life as it made its way across the world before infecting the water supplies of the people. They called it a plague and over the course of a few years, the majority of the population had died off before scientists had been able to find a way to cleanse the water and wipe out the bacteria. It was rumored the main colony kept that plague alive somewhere ready for use as needed, but Silas didn’t know much about that. What he did know was that there was a side effect to the serum the scientists used to clean the water. It had, over time, rendered the majority of the remaining population of women sterile.
Somehow, one breed of women had overcome this and the woman whom he watched in the next room was one of them. Although very similar to other women, they were simply called breeders now and used as such: to grow the population of earth. One distinct physical feature made it impossible for them to hide: their eyes. Although they varied in color from the palest spring green to the darkest emerald, they had slanted pupils, lending an almost feline look to them to match their rumored dispositions. It was said if they weren’t punished regularly as a reminder of their place in society, they became more animal than human. From what he was watching, Silas wasn’t sure he believed that though. These women were separated from society and each colony housed their own breeders. They were kept well hidden behind locked doors.
“What is her name?” Silas asked, watching the breeder’s face, her eyes squeezed shut as two nurses rubbed ointment over her bottom and thighs, watched as the stripes began to heal before his eyes. That was the medicine he needed for his people, but it was just one of the reasons he had accepted Commander Norrin’s proposition. In fact, he’d had no choice but to accept when he had learned what he had learned.
“She is called Rowan, but you can change that. She will belong to you, at least for a time. Yours to do with as you please, in exchange, as we discussed,” Commander Norrin finished, both of them watching as Rowan’s eyes flew open. The nurses had stopped their ministrations with the ointment and
stood on either side of her pulling her bottom cheeks wide as a doctor squeezed some of that ointment onto her bottom hole and began to rub it in.
“Why was she punished?” Silas asked, feeling his own cock rise as Rowan’s ankle restraints were removed and her knees were forced underneath her before being re-strapped so that she now knelt with her arms stretched over her head, her knees spread wide, her bottom lifted high. One side of her face rested on the table, her gaze turned toward them, her eyes wide and afraid. The table she was bound to was lowered and a nurse rolled in an IV pole upon which was suspended a large, heavy bag with a long tube attached.
Captain Amro did not take his eyes off Rowan as he spoke. “Inciting rebellion that ended with the death of a pregnant breeder. She won’t be easy to manage,” he said, just able to drag his eyes away to glance at Silas, “so you will need to punish her regularly to keep her in check, even more than other breeders I’m afraid,” he said it as if he enjoyed it.
Silas looked down at the shorter man and raised an eyebrow. “Given her size alone, I think I can manage her.”
Commander Norrin smiled but did not intervene in the conversation.
From what Silas knew of the breeders, the colonies had been breeding these women with their own men, but only about ten percent of the female children born carried the breeder gene, and as the breeders were used so thoroughly during the years they were able to reproduce, their average life span was only forty years, about half that of non-breeder women.
As the colony was only interested in keeping female children born with the breeder gene, the unwanted overflow of children who were not taken in by families within the colonies were sent to the settlements. His own settlement had taken some of these children upon birth. A child required food, clothing, shelter, all things many of the colonists were unable or unwilling to give to children who were not even their own. As only breeders were able to birth children and only colonies were permitted to keep breeders, many of the barren women of the settlements happily took on the orphaned children as their own.
Only a few months earlier, at least that is what Commander Norrin had told him, scientists had discovered a gene carried by some of the men who lived outside of the colonies where that ten percent ratio skyrocketed to a startling ninety percent surety that offspring between an outsider and a breeder would produce another breeder. How they had tested their theory, Silas did not want to know.
For a moment, he questioned why he was doing it, why he was standing here watching what he was watching with people whom he despised standing next to him. But the carrot Commander Norrin dangled before his eyes was one he could not ignore.
When he had agreed to Norrin’s proposition, he had decided the only way he would be able to see it through to the end would be to behave as a mercenary, a true savage toward the girl. But looking at her now, witnessing the emotions in her eyes, seeing her fear, her tears, he knew it would be harder than he hoped. His own mixed emotions warred within him, but he had to harden himself now. Too much was at stake, too many lives hung in the balance and he had no choice but to see this through.
He inhaled a deep breath to clear his mind. People would die unless he did this; that was all he needed to remember. When blood samples had been taken from him and the scientists had found that he himself possessed the gene necessary to nearly ensure the birth of more breeders, his village had been surrounded and he had been given one option: produce offspring with the breeder and deliver both her and two breeder children to the colony or risk the extermination of the entire village.
Commander Norrin wanted the appearance of friendly terms and Silas had agreed to take the breeder as long as he would be allowed to return to his settlement with her, not trusting the safety of his people to Commander Norrin’s soldiers. The breeder would belong to him until offspring were produced. At that point, Silas would be free to return both the woman and the children, burdens he neither needed nor wanted in his life, back to the colony.
Although he didn’t like it, he would do it, and as far as the welfare of the woman and the breeder-children she would produce, he had to remember the good of the many over the suffering of the few. He was the leader of a settlement of nearly one thousand people. One thousand lives saved in exchange for three.
He turned his attention back to the unfortunate girl.
* * *
A sharp smack landed on Rowan’s hip. “Be still, girl. You should be grateful we are cleaning you out rather than letting the pain continue until the gel works its way out of your system on its own.” Another hard smack. “Now decide, do you want it or not?”
The doctor kept one finger over Rowan’s burning anus, waiting for her answer. She circled it, her gloved finger lubricated with the creamy antidote already beginning to soothe the burn. A cramp had her squeeze her eyes shut.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be still for the antidote.” She would have to bear this humiliation, the pain was too much.
“Good.” The doctor’s finger began to circle faster and Rowan wanted to turn away from the men who watched her shamed, but when she tried, a guard stopped her. That was part of her punishment, her humiliation would be no less public within these walls than without them.
Rowan gasped when the doctor’s finger penetrated the tight ring of her anus. “She’s almost ready. Nurse, prepare the tubing.” All the while, she pushed more of the ointment inside her, rubbing circles and adding a second finger to stretch her bottom hole wider.
A few moments more of this and Rowan felt, in addition to the acute shame of her position, something else, something akin to what she felt when she had, on those few occasions, dared to slip her hand between her legs. Breeders were not allowed any sort of genital stimulation except by the doctors. The offense was punishable by public strapping. Nothing could get in the way of the breeder’s first and only duty: reproduction.
“The tube is ready, doctor.”
“Thank you.” The fingers were removed and for a moment, Rowan only felt cool air on her bottom as she heard the doctor remove the glove. “Spread her wide open for me,” the doctor instructed the nurses who stepped closer, took hold of each of her bottom cheeks and pulled them even wider. She closed her eyes then, her face heating bright red as she felt the tip of the tube inserted into her anus, then pushed deeper than the doctor’s fingers had gone.
“Begin the flow,” she said. Rowan felt the small tug on the tube and slowly, a cool liquid began to fill her. It soothed the burn from the stuff instantly, but as more and more liquid flooded her insides, a new fear gripped her.
“It’s too much,” she began, raising her head, tugging at her arms. “Please.”
A hand closed around the nape of her neck and locked her back into place and when another gloved hand closed over her sex, she stopped struggling altogether.
“You see,” she heard the doctor’s voice from behind her as fingers tickled her sex before two of them found her swollen nub and pinched, forcing a cry from her lips that humiliated at the same time as it aroused. “She was already slick from the attention to her anus if you noticed?” the female doctor asked.
“I had noticed,” another woman answered, one closer to her, the one, she imagined, who now rubbed her clitoris between her fingers. “Should we clamp her yet?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
Rowan looked back to find the lead doctor taking some notes and not paying attention to the proceedings at all.
“Let’s empty the enema bag first, then we’ll plug and clamp her.”
“Yes, doctor,” the other woman said, still rubbing. Rowan, to her shame, found herself working her hips in time with the movements of that small hand.
* * *
“Her ovaries are intact, her eggs strong. They’ll now test her sexual function. She’s not been bred before. She is a virgin,” Commander Norrin said. “Each of our breeders has their sexual function tested once they come of age. By the looks on their faces, I don’t think they mind so terribly.”
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nbsp; “They’re a sort of savage themselves,” Captain Amro filled in, not even trying to hide the insult.
Silas couldn’t take his eyes off the woman whose eyes were now closed as the doctor’s hand worked beneath her.
“Do they all have an audience while they’re being tested?” Silas asked, some part of him finding this so very wrong, so very degrading even as his own cock pressed against the crotch of his pants. He’d been with many women and as the leader of his village, he had disciplined many women, but he had never borne witness to what he witnessed now.
Commander Norrin’s face grew hard. “Should we ask her if she prefers this to her public whipping?”
Silas met the man’s gaze and swallowed his remark. Too much was at stake to have a war of words now.
“Ah, looks like they’re ready to plug her. The real fun will start now. I’d pay close attention if I were you,” the captain said.
Silas wanted to strangle the man.
They watched as the doctor who was stimulating Rowan’s clitoris pulled back, discarded her glove, and put on a new one. She walked to another table to lubricate the plug. Silas looked at Rowan’s face, watched her press her thighs together before they were slapped apart. She hadn’t been allowed release.
“Can she see us?” he asked.
“She can see us but she can’t hear us. That’s why they’ve positioned her head that way so she knows she’s being watched.”
“Does she know your plans for her?”
Commander Norrin smiled and turned to Silas. “Concerning you?”
Silas nodded.
“Not yet.” Then, with a nasty grin, “You seem concerned for her. Remember, she is a breeder. She does not feel emotion like we do.”
We. Silas flinched at the word, at being put in the same category as these men, but he berated himself. He shouldn’t care about the girl, but watching her helpless and bullied by these people made him angry. He watched as slowly, the tubing was pulled from the girl’s bottom. She tried to rise then but the nurses pushed her back down so her bottom lifted higher.
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