His hands moved down her body again and then his lips followed. Across her breasts, pausing to suck at the nipples and swirl his tongue around them. He knew by the way she clutched his head to them how much she liked it. “That's it,” he whispered. “Let that energy pool in the center of you. I can feel the heat coming off you.”
She let go of him, startled that he could know what she was feeling. “It's okay,” he whispered. “That's the way it is supposed to be. That's natural. What they did to you, that was unnatural. You are supposed to experience as much pleasure – maybe more – as anyone else.”
She looked at him a moment, doubtfully. “It's true,” he said and kissed her nipple one more time. “That feeling, that electricity, that's sexual excitement. You want me. You want me to continue doing what I am doing, and maybe more. You feel it between your legs. You want me to see what happens if I touch you there.” His hand moved down and touched her lightly at the juncture of her legs. She almost collapsed, but he held her steady.
“Maybe you should sit down.” Vin directed her to the stool and sat her upon it. “Now keep your legs open,” he told her.
It was his turn to sink to his knees. He touched her thigh lightly, then kissed it. He heard her intake of breath and rained a trail of small kisses down one thigh and slowly back up the other. He knew she was waiting to see what would happen. He brushed the back of his hand against the hair collecting on her pelvis, and then against the soft lips further below. She held her breath in anticipation. He turned his hand over and slowly parted those lips with one finger. The finger was immediately engulfed in slippery wetness.
“Oh,” Vin said. “You want this. You are already so wet.” He leaned closer and replaced his finger with his tongue.
Siki bolted up straight at his touch, but then melted back down into the stool. She heard noises coming from her mouth but could not think she was the one causing them. She had never felt anything like this. But it only made sense that if her tongue could arouse him, then his tongue could do the same for her. She liked it, very much.
She half lay on the stool, eyes closed, just awash in the feelings his tongue was causing. Oh it was so nice. And he seemed to be enjoying it too. That was good. Nice that something so simple could cause pleasure for both of them. His tongue flicked over the little bud Vin called a “clit” and she moaned even louder and gripped the edges of her seat, “More,” she moaned.
She could feel his smile against her. “Happy to oblige,” he whispered up so she could hear, and went back to pleasing her.
The sensations were wild. The nice feelings she had experienced a moment ago were washed away in a wave so powerful she did not know what to do. She bit her lip with her teeth and grabbed his head, holding it in place. Writhing against him, she suddenly stiffened and cried out as another wave crashed over her and she yelped. She rode the wave joyfully, awash in the tide. She was one with the bliss, floating to its height and then descending slowly. Only then did she realize she was shaking and Vin was watching her closely.
“Wow,” he said. “That was beautiful.”
She touched his face. “Does that feel half as good to men?” she wondered out loud.
Vin nodded his head. “Yes. But a lot of times not as intensely as that. That was a special moment. Your first.”
Siki nodded her head, and then suddenly felt shy. Tears again erupted in her eyes.
“Oh shit,” she said “Why am I crying? It was so wonderful.”
“Maybe too wonderful,” he said. “You don't know how to handle it. But there's more besides that.” He took her hand and prompted her off the stool. He led her to a small pile of blankets in a corner. “Beds are hard to come by, so I have to make due with blankets and towels when I can find them. Even my position does not allow me a mattress. I hope you understand.”
He took her into his arms and pressed against her, kissing her again passionately. This time she accepted his tongue readily and twirled hers with it. He leaned her back and lowered her onto the blankets. He kissed her right on the notch of her breast bone and neck and then slid his tongue straight down her body, between her breasts, down her belly, to test her wetness again. Finding her ready, he moved back up and nestled his cock between her thighs. Trembling still, she locked her legs around him as he slowly sunk his hardness into her with a satisfied sigh.
Her head arched back as he started to thrust into her, slowly at first and then with more speed and power behind it. They locked eyes and she loved the fire in his. She matched his gaze with her own heat. His arms came up under her shoulders to cradle her to him. Her arms enfolded him and her fingers gripped his strong back. Vin's body was so unlike the wrinkled skin of the Magnates. His body was hard and firm and flushed with desire. He kissed her again and again and whispered meaningless words to encourage her. Suddenly she stiffened again and he knew it was time. With one last effort he spurted his juice forward and into her, gasping. She clawed his back in her own rapture, knowing he was experiencing much the same. Oh god, that they could both experience the same thing together was marvelous.
And then it was over. She lay beneath him, gasping for breath as he weakened. He looked down at her and kissed her again, and she suddenly wanted to cover herself. She suddenly was self-conscious of the scars and welts. She wanted to cry again, but this time in pity fr the ugliness inflicted upon her.
“No,” Vin almost moaned. “Do not ever feel you are ugly.” He kissed a scar right above one breast, and then another. “These are all part of you now. They all helped make you what you are now.”
“And what am I? You came inside me. Why? I cannot produce anything.” The words tore from her and he winced.
“You are a woman,” he said. “I came inside you because I desire you. It's not always about producing children. This is lovemaking, not Breeding. This is wanting to share the experience with another person you want to be with. By showing affection to one another. You wanted to please me, I wanted to please you.”
She absorbed the information for a moment and then nodded her head. “Okay,” she said. “I think I understand. And I can see why The Magnates want to keep it all for themselves. It is a powerful thing.”
“That's all they want is power, either to wield it or withhold it from others. You were used as a tool for them. They withheld the power from you.”
Siki looked at him. “You sound like you know,” she said.
He looked away for the first time, and she knew.
“You were one too, weren't you? You were a Stud.”
He looked back at her. “Does that make me evil?” he asked painfully.
“No!” she exclaimed without hesitation.
He rolled off her and sat up with is face buried in his hands. She suddenly felt her heart beating too fast and scooted over to him and put her arm around his shoulders. “Tell me,” she said.
He sighed and put his face in the nape of her neck while she held him. “Oh,” Vin breathed. “It was much the same. The rich women would come and look us over and even check our teeth,” he said. “It was humiliating. The women whose husbands were dead or who were not able to perform or deemed genetically damaged in some way. They were the only women allowed to have pleasure. And many of them didn't even care. It was a status symbol for them. Whoever had the hottest guy on their arm, the youngest, who could produce the most 'sauce.' And sometimes the women would come and they would pick us out – but for their men to play with.”
Siki gasped. thought that a man might find use for another man in that way. Vin nodded his head. “Some of us liked it. Some of us just did our duty. I was lucky. One woman really liked me. She was older, barely past Breeding age, and her desires were more sedate. She just wanted a Stud on her arm. I pleased her, when she felt she needed it, and eventually she purchased me outright. It was a sweet deal. Her husband had been disabled by the fallout from Fermi/Bessie. He was virtually a living skeleton. But he still had power, and she wielded that name and his power. He owned a string of m
ines. As she grew older she no longer needed me. A younger boy on her arm would do. She didn't need one in her bed. But she still felt affection for me and freed me and then put me to work in one of her husband's mine. She made me Supervisor in the Shaft here. I tried to do what I could to help some, but encountered some problems on the way. But knew eventually I had to get to you. I knew who and what you were – and who and what you could be.”
Vin looked at her. “Do you understand a little more now? Why I want to help you?”
Siki's head was reeling, but she nodded her understanding. “We are alike.”
“Maybe too much.” Vin said and kissed her bare neck. “What do you think. Can we do this?”
She kissed the top of his head, thinking hard. “I don't know what you are planning,” she said finally “But I know for the first time I think that maybe I actually trust someone. I will follow you. Just let me know what's going on. I will take my cues from you.”
He lowered his head to nuzzle her breasts again, pressing her back against the blankets. “Yes, we can make this work...”
CHAPTER 2
Vin has encouraged me to make this recording. He originally wanted me to write, but I don't know how. They don't teach you much if you're a Breeder. You learn to speak, to have manners, but little else. You only have one purpose – to fuck, as Vin said. And to produce. I couldn't produce so I ended up in the Shafts. Vin was my supervisor from Day One in the Shafts. He pretty much ignored me I thought. But now I know better. He had been a Breeder too, at one time. And some of the other workers who I thought had been killed or tortured, had been smuggled out by him.
And now it's my turn. Vin saw my scars and knew what they were from. He had seen it happen to others. He saw past my scars also. That's something no one else has been able to do. I keep to myself for a reason. If I should disappear, I wanted no one left behind. There was no reason for it. I was flawed, scarred, and shunned. I was ready to die – and had come close several times – but the survival instinct had been stronger than my willingness to succumb.
And now there is Vin. Something I never wanted – a person who cared. I'd had that once – my mother had cared – and the pain that remained from her loss still hurts. I don't want that again. I don't want the pain.
But he introduced me to pleasure too.
Vin lay Siki back on the blankets again and caressed her bare breasts. “I know this is something you're not used to, but I really get a lot of pleasure from sex,” he said. “I hope someday you can have that too.”
Siki avoided his eyes. “I really did like what we just did,” she said, somewhat shyly.
He smiled and kissed her. “I am so glad. No one has ever allowed you to really explore your own nature. Being a Stud, I was more likely to have the pleasure since I had to orgasm to Breed. That's not as necessary with the females. You are just vessels.” He snorted the last word derisively.
Siki touched his hip. “It's okay,” she said. “I don't know anything else.”
“And it's wrong!” He interrupted. “Thirty years ago that would have been rape and the guy would have gone to prison. Now its the women who are hidden away when they can't produce. And its probably because of the radiation and chemicals why you can't. Their creations. They don't even bother to see if there is a medical reason. They just discard you as if you are garbage.”
She looked at him and quickly kissed him as he had done to her.
Suddenly he stiffened and stayed absolutely still, as if listening. Then she heard it too. A hollow thumping in the hallway next to the office. “Shit,” Vin exclaimed. “Put your jumpsuit back on! Fast!” He scrambled into his and grabbed an item from a drawer in his desk. “Shit! I hate to do this,” he said. She thought she heard him end with “so soon” but couldn't quite tell in her haste to get dressed. He grabbed her elbow and turned her around roughly. “I'm sorry to do this, but the Regs are coming and it would be much easier to explain you in cuffs than just sitting casually in my office.” He snapped them around her wrist, not loosely but not bitingly tight either. “Sit back on the blankets, but look scared.”
Vin scrambled to his chair and re-arranged his face. Siki had never seen anyone turn emotions so quickly. In one second she was afraid of him again. “It's alright,” he hissed.
The door to the office opened without a knock or a warning. Vin looked up, acting startled, and then scrambled to his feet. “Regulator Maharg,” he greeted.
Much to Siki's surprise, Maharg was very young, just slightly past First Breeding age, and slight, perhaps only a few inches taller than she. She did not bother to stand in his presence. He looked down his nose at her briefly, then turned to Vin.
“Breeder?” he asked.
Vin shook his head. “Former. Couldn't produce. Hence the scars.”
Maharg sniffed. “Typical. Did they try implantation?”
“Unknown, Sir.”
Maharg took a longer glance at Siki and made a humming noise.
“She's here for discipline. She was late and has multiple insubordination marks,” Vin offered.
Maharg squatted next to Siki, looking at her closely now. “Insubordinate. I love that,” he laughed. “Obviously you have not been indoctrinated well enough.” He stood and removed his overcoat, and then unbuckled his pants. They slid down his legs freely. Siki glanced at Vin, he looked at her helplessly.
Her Breeder training took over her autonomous reactions. Being cuffed, she could not take him in hand, but she did lean forward and extend her tongue towards his member. At the first touch, Maharg groaned slightly.
“Maybe her training needs some reinforcement.”
Siki sucked hard on the thin but long cock. She could feel it swelling in her mouth but it seemed to thicken more than extend. She had never been not able to touch her Host before. It was hard to balance herself on her knees and please the Regulator at the same time. It would have been easier had he placed his hands on her head, but he did not touch her.
She didn't want to look at Vin. For the first time she felt almost ashamed of her position. It was more than just the scars. She had been a Breeder, had not liked it, but had never been ashamed of her assignment. It was a job, and a vital one, had she been able to conceive. With one eye, she glanced at Vin to see him standing stock still, watching. His face was blank, but the bulge in his pants betrayed his interest.
Maharg looked sideways at Vin while Siki continued to suck. “This reminds me of why I am here,” he said, in an amazingly calm voice. “It has come to our attention that several of your former workers have been spotted in the Wastes. Upon further investigation, it seems they disappeared from the ranks shortly after being disciplined by you. I was sent here to investigate your indoctrination and control methods.”
She heard Vin swallow audibly. “Sir, I...”
“It seems you may need discipline too,” Maharg said, and reached for the zipper on Vin's jumpsuit.
“Fuck.” Vin exclaimed and slipped it off.
Siki was wide-eyed, but her mouth worked on Maharg. Maharg leaned down and unzipped her suit also, lowering it off her shoulder so her breasts sprang free. He used one hand to caress her tits while eyeing Vin's cock now at eye level. Grinning, Maharg took a swipe at Vin's cock with is own tongue. Vin jumped, but remained calm, his eyes closed.
She stared. She had never thought about the possibilities of a man breeding with another man before today. That was not what she had been taught. It went against logic. Breeding was for reproduction.
Maharg glared at her harshly, as if he could read her thoughts, Vin immediately took it in hand, stroking its length slowly. “Siki,” she heard his calm voice. “Remember, sometimes it pleasure too. You can find pleasure in bad situations. Its not all duty or punishment. Despite what he says....” He whispered the last line, for her ears only and gestured subtly towards the Reg.
She paused, letting the words sink in and mingle with her earlier experience. She nodded and then scuttled over to him, sucking his cock deep
while Maharg flicked her right nipple repeatedly with a finger. The nipple pebbled under his touch, straining so hard it almost hurt.
For a moment Maharg abandoned her, leaving her aching. He reached into his pocket and produced a key for the cuffs off a ring of several different sizes and styles. He removed his uniform jacket and the rest of his clothing, watching carefully as she sucked Vin's cock. His eyes narrowed as he reached and unlocked the cuffs. She wanted to rub her wrists, but he held them both in one hand. “On your back now,” he said gutterally.
He dragged her backwards until she was supine on the floor. Maharg removed her jumpsuit and then shackled her hands above her head. She wanted to cry. Her wrists hurt, her back was sore, and she was very frightened. But Vin tenderly opened her legs and applied his tongue to her clit and the fear vanished.
Maharg kneeled by her head, his cock swinging in her face. He took it in hand and slapped her cheeks with it, not hard but enough to get her attention. “Suck,” he commanded, shoving it at her mouth.
She sucked him in, not daring to move her arms down to help guide or stroke. He thrust his hips, slowly speeding up the rhythm, but remained completely silent. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her hair as he pushed it down deep onto his cock until she was gagging.
“Stop!” Vin said sternly. Maharg stilled, staring at him. Siki pulled back and off his cock, moving her mouth to relieve the ache.
“You can do that to me, but not to her. She doesn't deserve it.”
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