As the weeks passed, they settled into their new roles - Liz as an aspiring member of the Council, and Brett as a subservient house-husband. Each watched the other's physical changes, but neither Liz nor Brett spoke of them. Brett noted the subtle increase in size and firmness of Liz's breasts, the narrowing of her waist, and eventually the prominent outline of her constantly engorged labia and clitoris beneath the tiny thong. He still felt a pang of jealousy when they walked together in public, never quite comfortable seeing Liz nearly naked in front of so many other men. None of them ever seemed to notice her though, except for the occasional casual glance.

In spite of any rules or customs, Brett found he was unable to keep his eyes off the other women. There were so many of them, their firm bodies so tanned and lean, with an aura that flaunted a proud, unapologetic sexuality. The only clothing they wore was the tiniest of thongs, mere threads that held a small, brightly colored scrap of cloth against the pouting labia beneath it, and the ever-present sandals that laced to just below the knee. It was a sight too seductive for Brett to ignore. But each time he was caught staring a little too long, the woman would roll her eyes in disgust, glance at his penis, then smile slightly to herself as the confident stride of her long legs carried her away from him. "At least I've never had an erection in public," he mused thankfully. "I wonder why?"

Liz often stole furtive glances at Brett's penis, amazed and fascinated at how soon it began to shrink. They had removed his cage after the second milking, certain that his temporary impotence would make Liz's transition easier. Liz felt sorry for him, but relieved in a way as well. After only a week of sex with the Bulls, she doubted he could ever fully satisfy her again, even with his normal size and vigor. It was better not to let him see the disappointment on her face if they were to make love, and the diminishing size of his penis would only have made things worse.

She had taken him to be milked eight times over the first two weeks, driven by her insatiable thirst for sex, the intense satisfaction the Bulls provided her, and the yet-untapped collection of perfect bodies and cocks waiting for her at the Stables. Although she knew in time the milkings would make him permanently impotent, she found some comfort in the knowledge that Mother's Milk would eventually kill his desire for sex altogether. "It's a kindness to him, really," she thought. "It's for his own good, the humane thing to do."

They attended social activities together almost every evening, sometimes gathering with the others for an opulent luau in the large open gardens adjacent the Medical Center, and sometimes at smaller parties in their own home or the homes of neighbors. At the larger events, women socialized in small groups while their husbands stood nearby, careful to stay within range of their harnesses. Liz was hugely popular, and in time Brett made a small circle of friends as well, all husbands with much longer time on the island. He soon learned the men were just as free to chat among themselves, as long as the subjects of sex or the women were avoided. Should one forget, a sharp warning from his harness would serve as an efficient reminder.

As more time passed, Brett increasingly feared what he would become. The men around him were all extremely lean with hairless bodies, their muscles atrophied to soft, thin cords beneath tanned skin. Their penises had been reduced to tiny buds of flesh, barely noticeable above slightly enlarged testicles encircled by the metal harness. The effect exaggerated the appearance of the scrotum, presenting it forward, displaying the most valued and vulnerable part of their body to all women on the island. His penis was still large by comparison, but had withered to slightly half its normal size, and he hadn't been able to get hard since they arrived. Whatever the island was doing to him, it seemed inevitable that he would evolve into one of the many men around him. The realization was horrifying at first, but easier to accept in time. Liz was still loving and attentive, even in bed at night, cuddling against him as she slept. She seemed not to mind that they no longer had sex, and yet kept her satisfied smile, even in her sleep.

Smaller gatherings were more comfortable for the men. The perimeter sensors of the particular home would be programmed to allow all of the men free access to the entire house and property. There they could sometimes talk quietly away from their wives for short periods while the women discussed more important matters of maintaining and governing the island.

One evening, at a neighbor's home, Brett overheard a small group of wives seated together on the balcony overlooking the thick wall of jungle near the edge of the city. Vivian, a tall, stunning redhead and most vocal of the group, had steered the conversation to sex.

"My God, I had the best fuck of my life today at the Stables! I did the new one - have you seen him, the very young one with the enormous cock?"

They all laughed, fully accustomed to Vivian's scandalous stories of her most recent sex with a newly discovered Bull.

"Please, Viv," Bridget interrupted with a sly smile, "I think you're embarrassing Liz."

"Oooooo," came the response from the group, now all looking at Liz with hopeful grins, waiting for an explanation.

Liz blushed, suppressing her own grin. "Me? Really, I have no idea what you're taking about..."

"Oh pleeease, Liz. We all know Bridget works there, so, hmmm, maybe you have something to tell us?" Vivian leaned closer to Liz, her grin now outrageously evil. "Maybe something about his enormous cock? Been there, done that, Liz?"

The laughter of the others finally broke Liz's attempt to hold back her grin, and she gave in. "OK, OK, I've been there, done that, Vivian. And yes, he's as good as you say. Maybe better..."

The group howled with glee. Brett stood in the open doorway, listening to every word. Liz covered her smile with her hand, surprised and a little embarrassed at her own words, her firm breasts bobbing as she began to giggle.

"Oh, damn you Liz," Vivian told her, finally recovering enough to speak again. "You should have told me about him sooner! You wouldn't be trying to keep him to yourself now, would you?"

Everyone looked at Bridget. She was nodding furiously, again grinning, her platinum hair bouncing at her shoulders.

Vivian looked back at Liz, playfully feigning shock and disbelief. "You've had him more than once?"

Liz nodded.

"Twice?" Vivian asked, raising her voice in greater disbelief.

Liz shook her head slowly, now baiting Vivian, staring deeply into her eyes.

Vivian was on her feet now, her eyes even wider. "My God, THREE TIMES?"

Finally, it was Bridget who answered. "Try five."

The group erupted in laughter again until Liz eventually offered her excuse.

"What can I say? I can't help it. He's so good, and so, um, huge..."

Brett turned and walked slowly back through the house as his wife's laughter assaulted him. Shaken and confused, he found a chair and collapsed into it. He replayed each word of their conversation, shaking uncontrollably as the pieces came together. It was why she didn't mind not having sex with him, why she seemed so satisfied, and why she slept with a smile on her face. He couldn't chase the image from his mind - Liz lying naked under this young Bull, her long, pretty legs wrapped around him, his giant cock plunging into her as she moaned with pleasure. There was a time when he would have felt blind rage at this embarrassment. Now he felt small and defeated, powerless to intervene, or to influence Liz in the slightest way. His jealousy and helplessness collided, then escalated to a paralyzing crescendo. The scene of Liz and her Bull played repeatedly in his head, until finally his jealousy was eroded to fatigue and resignation. He was merely a spectator, observing from an impossibly inaccessible distance as the final thread of Liz's sexual passion for him unraveled and separated.

The men found him there, his body no longer shaking, his shoulders slumped, his face pale and slack. They knew the signs all too well - each and every one of them had fought the same battle and lost. And while their wives talked about Stables, Bulls, and cock, the men quietly coached Brett on the same subjects from the only perspective they knew.

"It's not so bad," one of them told him. "In time you'll agree that sex isn't all that important - and that you probably weren't that good at it to begin with. It's recreation better suited to women - it's always been that way, and always will be."

"We have to talk, Brett."

Brett feared the look on her face. So much had happened over the past month, and none of it held any hope he would escape his fate - whatever the full consequences of that fate were. It was clear he was to be merely a slave like all the other men on the island, but he suspected he had not discovered the worst of what was to become of him.

"I was summoned to meet with the Council this morning. They explained that we must earn our keep here, and a big part of that is up to me. I have to give them a child - a child that will help the community grow and flourish. It's something every woman here has to do, at least once. Most have had several babies as a show of belonging and support for the community. If I have a child, I'll be given a higher position here, and life will be easier for both of us."

Brett was stunned that they would demand a couple's child as an offering. What kind of life would the baby have here? A girl would be looked upon as one of their own, but a boy? Would a boy eventually become a simple slave, facing a life of manual labor and servitude?

"B-but how?" Brett answered. "We haven't - I mean, I haven't been able to have sex since we got here. I don't know what's wrong with me - I've never been impotent before. How do they expect us to have a baby?"

Liz looked away for a second, then brought her eyes to meet his.

"Brett, you know I love you dearly."

She paused, waiting for a sign that he believed her. When she saw the proof on his face, she continued.

"You also know that I go to the Stables several times a week. It's expected of me if I'm to be part of the community."

Brett fought the anger and humiliation that welled up inside. He remembered the first time he was taken to the Medical Center, the terror and humiliation as they strapped him down and drained him while Liz was shown to the Stables for her first reward. His anger began to erupt dangerously in the heat of the moment.

"Do you like it, Liz? Do you like picking some random "Bull" and having sex with him? How many have there been, Liz? Twenty? Fifty? More? Do they get you hot, Liz? Now that I can't get hard anymore, do they do it for you? Make you come? Make up for what I can't do?"

Liz touched the small pendant at her side, watched him gasp in pain for a few seconds, then took two steps back and waited for him to recover. It was the first time she had used the harness to control him, the first time she felt she was forced to do so. When she saw his anger melt, she knew it had been the right thing to do. Liz knew that if the others heard him she'd be expected to punish him for his disobedience. When he went silent, she went to him and took his balls in her hand, tucked a finger inside the metal band, and pulled him closer, cinching his testicles upward, a mild warning that he must stop before suffering more serious consequences. When she saw him wince, she withdrew her finger, still cupping his balls lightly in the palm of her hand. The reminder to behave was her responsibility now, but there was no sense making him suffer needlessly.

If he only knew, she thought to herself, how much pleasure the Bulls gave her, how much better the sex was than anything she had ever experienced with Brett or any other man. She did miss sex with Brett, the closeness and intimacy they once shared in bed, but she found that even in as little time as a month she was able to love him in a non-sexual way, as a kind of companion rather than a mate. That, and regular sex with the Bulls seemed a fresh and invigorating way of life. She was more of a woman than she had ever been, more uninhibited and confident about who she was. She felt physically stronger as well, healthier and full of energy every minute of the day. And with that came a constant thirst for sex - not an obsession, but an ever-present awareness of her invigorated body's needs. Yes, if he only knew the truth, what would he do? But, what could he do? He was virtually a slave now, a second-class citizen in a world where, except for the Bulls, men were kept as companions, pets almost, controlled by their harnesses, their sexual appetite and ability to perform neutralized as efficiently as gelding a stallion. Thanks to Mother's Milk, the social order was assured on the island. Even if the men knew of it and its effects, as long as they ate the food and drank the water there was nothing they could do about it.

"I'm to choose one of the Bulls to impregnate me. They're chosen to pass on the most favorable genes to the community. I'm sorry, but the Council would never let you be the father, even if you could. I meet with the Council tomorrow, at the Stables. They've picked three of the most genetically superior Bulls for me, and I'm to choose one of them to be the father. You must accept this. There's nothing either of us can do about it. I'll have his baby, but you'll still be my husband, and I'll still love you."

Liz stepped closer to him and put her hand on his bare chest. She could feel his heart beating wildly, his muscles tense and trembling beneath his soft skin. Her touch seemed to soothe him, and his pulse quieted. She fingered his genitals gently, intrigued with how the simple ring of metal snugged his scrotum around the fragile glands inside. They were like two firm eggs, she thought, so sensitive and vulnerable, bound within their fragile sack. She marveled at how at first the cage prevented any sex between them, but now, after a month-long diet laced with Mother's Milk, only the harness was necessary, and then only to deliver punishment. Taking the now tiny head of his penis between her fingers, she raked her nails over it lightly, something that had always made him crazy with pleasure. When it refused to come to life with even as much as a slight twitch, she stopped. Looking into his eyes, she let a trace of disappointment show through her smile.

"Try not to be upset, darling," she purred as she stroked his chest. "We can still be happy here, if we follow the rules. We can still be husband and wife, even if sex isn't a part of it. It's just sex. I can get that from a Bull any time I want. Think of it as just a physical act, a service you can't provide that I can easily get from any Bull at the Stables. It's the way things are done here. You know that. Most men from the outside lose the ability to have sex here on the island. I'm sure you've noticed that your penis is shrinking, just like all the others. It will probably get even smaller, Brett, and you won't be able to have erections here. I'll miss that, in a way - having you inside me when we're in bed together. But we can still be close without sex. We can still be intimate - you can still please me in other ways. Sex with the Bulls is purely physical. I love having a penis inside me, having an orgasm with a powerful man on top of me. I need sex, Brett, more than ever. Your ability to penetrate me, to satisfy me with your penis, is gone. If you can't learn to accept it, to live with it, then they might take you from me. They could make you a laborer on the outskirts of the city. You'd be community property. Who knows how those men are treated? I may never see you again."

Brett stared at her as she spoke. "You mean they've taken husbands from their wives to be laborers? Community property? They've told you this? You've never said..."

"Shhhh - not so loud," Liz whispered. "It's something only Citizens are supposed to know. I shouldn't have told you, but I don't want them to take you from me. You don't want that either, do you?"

Brett shivered as the reality of this new society settled in. He could accept his fate as an impotent servant of a husband, or, be sent to the jungle to live out the rest of his life as property, laboring under the whims and whips of the women whose job it was to keep community property in line. It wasn't much of a choice, but life with Liz was far better than the alternative. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't know. I don't want to lose you, so I'll try go by their rules. It's just that it's hard for me - to see you go to other men for sex, to not be able to satisfy you myself, to not even be considered an equal to you. I don't know if I can ever accept it, but I'll try. I will. For us."

Liz smiled as they embraced. She had planted the seed the Council had given her, and it had worked. They had told her that in time, physical means alone would be insufficient to tame him, and that eventually small portions of fear and uncertainty would have to be used to control him. She had delivered the lines just as they had taught her, in response to the exact behavior they told her would occur. She doubted Brett would ever resort to physical violence, but it had been in his eyes, just as they had predicted. They were masters of control, and she was an apt pupil. So if control was necessary, she would do her best to make Brett a model husband in this new society. But, if she controlled him out of necessity, why did she feel a sliver of pleasure while doing it? At least for now, she thought, it was better not to go there.

The next day was torture for Brett. Liz had slept late, but he rose early, haunted by bizarre dreams of Liz, her belly swollen to immense proportions as she continued to be serviced by a waiting line of muscular Bulls that stretched out their door into the distance. He sat by the bed for a while and watched her sleep. Her skin took on the hue of a fresh peach in the warm, early morning light. As her long legs fanned across the bed sheets, her breasts, now miraculously firmer and higher on her torso, rose and fell invitingly with each easy breath. A month ago he would have crept into bed beside her, his cock hard and ready, her body wet and willing to let him take her. He glanced down at his lap where the nub of his penis lay shrunken and unresponsive. It seemed to get smaller every day now. He wondered if it might be some rare disease or hormonal imbalance. He was losing his manhood in more ways than one, but was powerless to do a thing about it.

Two Council members had come for Liz just after noon. They left together, strutting along the curving walk that led from their house to the busy main street. From a distance, they were triplets, heads held high, thighs flashing in the bright afternoon light, proud bare breasts jostling slightly as they disappeared out of sight. Brett stood at the window and watched them leave. "She's gone to choose the man who will impregnate her, just like that," he thought, "as though she was going shopping for a new dress." He thought of escaping on his own, leaving her to the island and the Bulls, but he knew that he couldn't, that it was only his anger and frustration that made him consider it. She was still his wife, and still loved him - he was sure of that. But the island was changing her - into what he wasn't certain.

He looked down at the metal ring circling his genitals. Trying to follow her was out of the question. A few feet from the house and the perimeter sensors would activate the device, bringing him to his knees with excruciating pain. Only Liz could take him for walks, the device on her belt assuring that he stay close to her as she led him by an invisible leash. He dreaded their daily walks to the Medical Center - he felt like her pet, a possession that had to be leashed in public, if for no other reason than to show everyone that Liz was his owner, that she controlled him completely. It was bad enough knowing that she was being serviced by a choice Bull while Brett's semen was forcefully extracted and collected by the two smirking technicians. But learning that his semen was payment for Liz's sessions at the Stables was the ultimate insult. And, there was the matter of the semen itself - why did a society of amazons need semen when they had genetically superior Bulls to inseminate them? Nothing made sense here - his sudden impotence, Liz's easy acceptance of his subjugation, or her surprising comfort with her own public nudity and overt sexual behavior. The women had completely won her over within a day. That they had done it wasn't just puzzling, it was a violation of their marriage. He had always been the strong one.

Liz returned just after sundown, accompanied by a group of ten women. Each wore a brief white wrap about her waist held in place by a woven cord of gold braid. Brett stared as they entered, backing into a corner to keep his distance. Liz approached him with two slim, statuesque companions in tow. She rested her hand lightly on his chest, looked into his eyes, and spoke in a quiet but solemn voice.

"You must do as you're told tonight. This won't be easy for you, but if you disrupt things in any way, well, things could be very bad for you. Remember our talk?"

One of the women standing behind Liz reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Please behave yourself - please?" Liz begged.

As she made her final plea to him they led her away to the bedroom and closed the door. Immediately, two others took their place beside Brett, each grasping one of his arms and leading him to a chair in the far corner of the room. As he sat, one of the women touched the small device at her waist. He gasped as his harness delivered a dull ache to his testicles. When they showed no sign of giving him relief, he spoke up.

"What did I do? At least tell me why I'm being punished!"

The tall brunette on his right leaned over and took his harness in her hand. She pulled until the band encircling his scrotum stretched his balls upward, intensifying the pain.

"THIS is punishment," she warned him, as she stretched the harness tighter. "So, will you speak again without being told to speak?"

Brett shook his head quickly, still gasping from the pain. But when she dropped his harness the deep ache in his groin remained. It wasn't unbearable, but the pain was enough to remind him of the consequences should he step out of line a second time. The brunette looked down at him and smiled as she taped the device again, just briefly. It sent a burst of searing pain through him, paralyzing him for a second. It was as though his balls had been momentarily crushed in a vise. He collapsed back into the chair, panting, knowing that if he uttered a slightest sound there would be more. When he looked up at her a second time, she smiled and winked.

Several of the women busied themselves placing lighted candles throughout the room, then formed a line on each side of the front door. Finally, the tallest of them, an athletic woman with a thick mane of black hair cascading halfway down her back, led Liz from the bedroom. Liz walked behind her, completely naked, as though in a trance. Her eyes were wide with a hunger Brett had never seen in her. He stared at her hardened nipples and engorged labia. She was on fire with lust, consumed with a heat that made her oblivious to her surroundings.

They had told Liz earlier that afternoon about the drugs they would give her - one to inflame her lust, and another to enhance her fertility. They had promised that her pregnancy was practically assured if she followed their instructions and participated in their ritual. All that was left to do was choose her Bull, one of three that had been matched to Liz's own genetic makeup, one who's DNA would combine with hers to produce a child worthy of their society.

She had been taken to a special section of the Stables, one reserved for mating. All Bulls in the recreational wing of the Stables had been sterilized. They were chosen for their looks and performance, not for their genes. Breeder Bulls in the mating wing were fed fortified food and hormones that kept them highly potent, ready to create offspring at the whim of any woman wishing to contribute to the island's population. These Bulls lived in luxury compared to other men, prized specimens that took generations to refine using the Council's advanced knowledge of genetic manipulation and selective breeding. Their libidos were kept in check using the onsite pharmacy, until of course, they were flooded with sex hormones just before a breeding. But even during their repressed libido phase, the Breeder Bulls' semen was highly concentrated with sperm, and those sperm were nearly indestructible. Even though the women who fed and cared for them were careful to wear protective gloves and clothing to prevent unwanted pregnancies, every year there seemed to be at least one attendant who found herself with child in spite of their best efforts to prevent such accidents.

After winding through a maze of corridors, Liz had been taken to an empty room with large one-way windows on three of the walls. Each of the windows allowed a view of the individual living quarters of three Breeder Bulls. "Take all the time you need," they told her. "Any of them will make a superior child. Choose one that appeals to you. An intense orgasm on your part will increase the odds of success. They're all attractive, in their own way. But if several matings are required, well, we like to make the effort as pleasurable as possible. Just push the call button by the door when you've made a selection and we'll escort you out - it's a high security area, for obvious reasons." They filed out, the door closed with the snap of the magnetic lock, and Liz was left alone to choose the father of her first child.

They were right - she found all three of the men more than merely attractive. Their bodies were perfectly proportioned, with the same smooth, golden brown skin as so many of the children on the island. Although distinctive, each had the chiseled facial features that would have made him a wildly popular celebrity off the island. Just watching any of the three of them had her pulse racing - it was mesmerizing. She moved from window to window for over an hour, unable to take her eyes off them. From their breathtaking eyes, bright with intelligence and charm, to their beautiful cocks, thick and perfectly sculpted, even in semi-erection, any of the three could have taken her then and there, giving her a baby she would have been proud of. She finally made her decision, choosing Bull 2, a slim, athletic man whose face seemed to make love to her through the glass. She thought back to the party where she had seen Brett for the first time, how she had chosen him for the same reason, those kind eyes that made love to her across the crowded room.

As she turned to leave, she peered into the third window and stopped, unexpectedly held there. Although she had spent equal time watching Bull 3, she hadn't given him equal consideration. He was larger than the others, at least six inches taller and heavily muscled, his wide shoulders and thick chest narrowing to a washboard stomach. Between his immense thighs hung a penis larger than she had ever seen or imagined. She had been intimidated at first. Liz had never been attracted to large men, the bodybuilders or popular athletes that some women swooned over. Now she couldn't take her eyes off him. What would it be like, she thought, to be taken by a man like that - to feel the strength in his powerful body as he made love to her? To come, with his tight, muscular ass in her hands, his massive thighs and hips thrusting beyond her control, his thick, monstrous cock buried deeply inside her?

"My God. He's the one."

It was her own voice, but she could hardly believe it as it echoed off the bare walls of the observation room. "What am I doing?" she thought. "Am I choosing another husband, or a man who can get me pregnant? Do I want him to make love, or to simply, well, fuck me until I come?" The thoughts shocked her for an instant, but she knew it was true. They had tried for five years to have a baby, without success. Testing just weeks before their cruise had confirmed that Brett was almost sterile, with a sperm count that lowered their chance of success to nearly zero. The cruise was their final attempt, one last romantic hope that they might get lucky before seeking help from a fertility clinic. Now, why couldn't she have both - a husband that could still make love to her with his eyes, and a gorgeous, virile man who could fuck her in her bed and give her the baby she wanted? There would be no emotional baggage with this choice - Bull 3 was a walking, breathing, sex machine - Brett was her husband, her one true love. She went to the door, pressed the call button, and gave them her decision.

Now she stood in her home, waiting, surrounded by the Council, craving not just to have sex, but to be bred to the Bull of her choosing. Part of her was fired by the need to be taken by the most powerful, virile man she had ever laid eyes on, but another part was consumed by her need for a child, to feel her belly grow large and round with life, created from the seed that would assure that her child would be equally beautiful and strong.

Brett stared as two of the women led the Bull through the door between the waiting lines of Council members assembled there. Not only was the Bull immense, but he was the first man Brett had seen on the island who wasn't controlled by a harness. The length and girth of the Bull's erection made Brett groan, completely forgetting his instructions, and the punishment that went along with disobeying. He trembled as the words left his lips, a deep, almost inaudible, "Ohhh noooo - please, noooo..." The pain was immediate, throwing him back in the chair, a pain that felt as if his balls were being torn from his body. Brett's mind was reeling - the Bull was impossibly huge - how could Liz ever take all of him? He could see from the Bull's agitated state that he was in a breeding frenzy. His huge testicles were sperm factories working overtime, making the seed that he would soon spew into Liz's belly. He would flood her cervix and womb with millions of tiny invaders, each a hundred times more able than his own to find her egg and penetrate it. The reality hit him squarely in the gut - another man would be the father of Liz's baby, not Brett. As he watched the Bull approach her, he could see it was inevitable. And he would have to watch them mate, witness the very second when she would become pregnant for the first time.

Liz knelt before the Bull, taking his throbbing erection in her hands, stroking him lightly with her fingertips, teasing him, coaxing his cock to grow even larger and harder. She glanced up at his face now and then to make eye contact, assuring him that she was in heat and wanted to be taken. She cupped his balls in her hands and licked him - at first in small circles over the swollen head of his cock, then longer, more attentive traces along the underside from balls to the tip. Within minutes, the Bull's cock was shiny with her saliva, the long, tortuous veins along its side bulging and pulsing, the fluted head oozing thick droplets of pre-cum that coated her fingers and lips.

When the time was right, two of the women lifted Liz to her feet, guiding her slowly away from the Bull toward the bedroom. The Bull followed, now bathed in sweat and panting, his giant cock jutting forward as though determined to find the welcoming slit between Liz's legs and dump its seed into her. As the rest of the Council filed into the bedroom behind the Bull, Brett's two chaperones pulled him to his feet and led him in as well. Brett felt the nagging pain in his testicles increase as one of the women tapped the device at her side once again. Now it was almost unbearable, so intense that he doubled over as he walked. It required all his concentration not to cry out in pain. After guiding him to a far corner of the room, the taller of the two, a stunning brunette, whispered in his ear.

"It can get better or worse for you. We can fry your balls, or you can watch in relative comfort - it's up to you."

Brett's breath came in short gasps. He struggled to respond, and finally whispered with all the effort he could summon, "I'll watch - I'll watch..." The dark-haired Amazon smiled at him, then brought her lips close to his ear a second time. "So, you've accepted your place? You've accepted that your wife's Bull will sire her first child, and you approve?"

Brett looked on in horror as Liz lay back on the bed. Spreading her long legs, she looked directly into the Bull's eyes, raised her arms to him, and motioned for him to come closer. What was happening to her? Brett knew she had visited the Stables, and that she had used the Bulls there for recreational sex. Now he was forced to face the reality, not only that she wanted sex with the Bull, but that she wanted his baby. Suddenly the pain doubled.

"P-please, please - no more," he gasped, cringing in agony. "I accept it. I accept it all."

The brunette smiled with satisfaction, stepped to one side, and the pain lessened to a barely detectable level.

The Bull now stood at the foot of the bed, centered between Liz's outstretched legs. Brett looked for a sign that the events were orchestrated, that Liz might merely be playing a part in some bizarre fertility ritual. The possibility brought a sliver of hope to him. What if that was the intention, to show her superior position and his submissive role in this matriarchal society? He knew Liz would never really agree to be bred by an anonymous brute. Surely she would have Brett's baby, or none at all. He refused to believe she would go through with this - he knew her that well.

In a single swift lunge, the Bull climbed between her legs and sank his immense cock into her, burying it to the hilt as he snorted and panted in an uncontrollable heat. It happened in a split second, taking Brett by surprise. He began to tremble, suddenly filled with fear and humiliation. Then in an instant, the humiliation vanished, replaced with a conscious desire to avoid more pain, pain that the brunette had promised might "fry his balls".

The Bull plunged into Liz, battering her with his muscular hips. Her body eagerly accepted the tremendous jolts. She clutched his giant biceps with both hands, her eyes wide, her grunts now audible with each of the Bull's strokes. Her body looked so small under him, Brett thought. From where he sat, only her slim arms and legs were visible, the Bull's hulking torso completely covering her. Now and then her face would appear, partially hidden by a portion of matted hair, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly in a satisfied smile.

Positioned directly between the Bull's monstrous thighs, Brett saw his thickly veined cock skewer Liz over and over. Like a giant piston, it pumped tirelessly, the egg-sized testicles a constant reminder of the Bull's potency. Brett was shocked to see that she took all of him, every inch. He feared the Bull's girth must be stretching her painfully, but then saw that she was swallowing him up, her engorged labia clutching the pulsing column of meat as it withdrew, and again as it plunged back inside her. At that very moment it became clear to Brett this wasn't just a symbolic ritual, that it was likely Liz would become pregnant before his eyes. He sank back into the chair, his shoulders slumped, his body much like a pale, shrinking balloon as the air slowly escaped. He was powerless to prevent what was about to happen. Each of the Bull's violent thrusts brought the moment closer when Liz would welcome his sperm and get her wish, to carry a growing child in her womb.

Suddenly the Bull let out a series of loud forceful grunts. Brett watched in horror as a thick, white froth began to form at the base of the Bull's cock, leaking slowly from the engorged lips of Liz's sex. But the Bull didn't slow his assault - in fact he became more frenzied, pumping faster and with greater force. Brett shuddered as he watched a river of semen flow from Liz, soaking the bed sheets under her. The Bull paused, catching his breath, his cock still completely buried in Liz's belly. Then, as if they were the only ones in the room, Liz moved her hands to his ass and pulled his hips more tightly against her. Looking up at the Bull, she begged in a quiet but desperate voice, "Please give me a baby. Please." Her words brought the Bull back to life. He began again, thrusting and panting as though he had just begun to fuck her. Within minutes, his semen flowed from her a second time. Brett saw the taught muscles of her legs begin to twitch, at first clutching the Bull, then shaking uncontrollably as her long, low orgasmic moan filled the room.

Witnessing her orgasm with the Bull was a devastating blow. Although Brett knew she visited the Stables for sex, he had never allowed himself to visualize her climax, and had made himself believe that Liz did it because she was expected to, not because she preferred the Bulls to him. Now he knew firsthand, the reality of her new desires thrown in his face as the constant nagging ache in his groin reminded him not to show his despair. Brett could see Liz wanted this Bull - she craved sex with him, she celebrated the sensation of his body against hers, she lost herself deeply and completely in the orgasm he gave her, but most of all, she wanted his baby. Now, Brett realized, she would get her wish. The Bull's semen was everywhere, still flooding her, pouring from between her legs, soaking the bed under her. He was helpless to prevent it, impotent again in his attempts to give her a baby himself.

Liz clung to the Bull after he finished, as though she might coax the last few drops of semen from him as he lay on top of her. All but two of the women filed silently from the room, leaving Liz and her Bull gasping for breath on the bed. Brett sat between his tall chaperones, shivering from both the cool night air and the unrelenting ache in his groin. Minutes passed, five, then fifteen. The Bull came to life again, sinking his cock into Liz with long, powerful strokes. Liz took him in her arms again, moaning with each thrust as the sounds of their lovemaking assaulted Brett in the dark of night. Within minutes the Bull came again, grunting with his low resonant voice - and within seconds, it was Liz who cried out, almost laughing with joy as she let her second orgasm wash over her. And so it was through the night - for hours Brett dozed during their quiet periods, and lowered his head in shivering defeat during their repeated fuck- sessions that would ensure Liz would carry the Bull's baby by morning.

At dawn, two Councilwomen entered and pulled the Bull off the bed. As they led him past Brett and out of the room, he saw that the Bull looked completely drained, almost unable to walk. He was no longer erect, but his giant cock hung like a thick, wet eel, still glistening with a mixture of semen and Liz's juices. Brett's stomach churned as he was forced to compare the Bull's potent weapon to the small nub that lay throbbing in pain between his own legs.

After the Bull was ushered out, the remaining Council members surrounded the bed, at first offering their congratulations to a recovering but smiling Liz, then helping her off the bed. Liz went to Brett, slowly, still a bit unsteady on her feet. He began to tremble as he looked up at her. She was smiling, filled with joy, her face stunningly radiant as she stood naked before him, her body drenched from belly to mid-thigh with the Bull's semen. One of the women crouched behind her, catching the sticky strings of semen that escaped from between Liz's legs in a funnel-shaped glass container. Using what appeared to be a large tampon, she swabbed the inside of the container, then inserted the cottony plug into Liz's gaping vagina, sealing the remaining sperm inside.

Liz looked down at him, gently taking his face in her hands.

"Be happy for me, darling. I've wanted this for so long. Does it really matter that much who the father is? Here, I don't need you for that, so you can finally stop all that worrying about your weak sperm. Here, I can have a baby whenever I want - and I want lots of babies, sweetheart, lots and lots of babies."

Brett felt dizzy. His vision began to fade, as though he was looking up at Liz through a darkened tunnel. Her voice seemed distant, fading in and out as he struggled to make out her words...

"...waited for so long...don't need you for that...your weak sperm...whenever I want...lots of babies...lots of babies...lots of babies...".

Finally, as her face vanished altogether and her words faded into silence, the only remaining sensation was the lingering ache between his legs. As a quiet black void settled over him, even the pain melted away.

Liz edged through the partially open front door, shutting it quickly behind her. She was still shivering a little from the stinging cold of the mid-January Chicago afternoon. Brett woke suddenly, still trembling from the most bizarre dream he had ever experienced. He had been in front of the computer, working on his novel, and must have drifted off. He watched Liz unbutton her coat after dropping the familiar blue gym bag.

"Good workout?" Brett asked from the adjacent den.

Liz jumped at the sound of his voice, then turned and smiled at him.

"My God, you scared me. I thought you were going in today to go over that new author's galleys."

Brett had worked as an editor at the same publishing house for nine years. He had finished his first novel after the first two, and was finally a few months into his second. He adjusted his glasses and grinned.

"You look a little disheveled. Trying to outdo those muscle-heads again?" he teased.

He stood and went to her, putting his arms around the heavy bundle of sweater and coat.

"Hmmm, up close, you're not so bad."

Liz laughed and wriggled free.

"Behave yourself. I'm all sweaty. I have to get my gym clothes into the wash and I need a hot shower to get rid of the shivers."

He watched her shed her coat and head for the bedroom. Pregnancy agreed with her. She was radiant and happy, more so than he had ever seen her. He had second thoughts about her going to the gym after she had conceived, but her doctor had given the green light for moderate exercise. She spent much less time there once she was pregnant, but he could tell she still enjoyed an occasional good workout. And, there was this sexy aura about her afterwards - the damp tousled hair, the confident, satisfied sparkle in her eyes... Even the slightly musky smell of her sweat made Brett think of her new lithe, firm body, and her admirable dedication to her sessions at the gym that seemed to lift her spirits immediately after each visit.

Liz had purchased the membership at a local health club six months ago and persuaded Brett to go with her. He went reluctantly, but never took to it. His wiry body resisted much progress with either weights or the machines, and the beefy "muscle-heads", as he called them, only made him more self-conscious. It was unsettling to see the way some of them looked at Liz as well, and when he complained to her, she just laughed, telling him how cute it as that he was jealous. Work on his book became a regular excuse to go less frequently, and eventually he quit altogether. Liz became addicted to it though, and was proud of the changes in her body. It seemed to make her happier and more self- confident, and maybe, he thought, it would somehow increase the likelihood that she might get pregnant.

But it hadn't. He watched her become a slave to the gym, coming home sweaty and exhausted almost every night, showering, and falling asleep early. She's overcompensating, he thought - taking out her frustration at not being able to conceive. All her friends were envious of her new body and teased her about becoming such a "hottie", but Brett considered the underlying motivation and was more troubled with each pound she shed.

Then, at the last minute, Liz surprised him with a vacation cruise, a romantic getaway for couples only on a luxury yacht. Small and intimate, with quarters for only four couples and a small crew, Liz thought it the perfect way to make a baby. Brett had been appreciative, but had gently warned her that romantic surroundings don't make up for a low sperm count. She had never blamed him for that, but still had hopes that by some miracle they might conceive naturally before contacting a fertility clinic. He was surprised by her frantic insistence to try the cruise. It was as though her life depended on it, so he agreed to go.

They made love every day while at sea, sometimes twice. Liz was insatiable - coaxing and pleading with Brett to come inside her as they made love in the tiny cabin. Then afterward, she'd tell him, "I have this feeling - I just know I'm going to get pregnant this time." Brett could see that she was begging him to believe it as well - the intensity in her eyes almost demanded he believe. So he pretended to believe. It seemed that to Liz, everything was at stake.

Four weeks later, Liz announced joyously one morning that she was pregnant. She had the proof in her hand - a home pregnancy test with a little blue plus sign. Brett was stunned, and a little shaken, but just as happy as Liz. How could she have known the cruise would be the answer? Still, he was sure they had just been lucky, a one-in-a-million chance, as the doctor put it. They must have beaten the odds.

Liz reappeared after her shower wrapped in a giant bath towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders and neck.

"Am I showing yet?" she asked, as she lifted the front of the towel to expose her belly, still rosy from the hot water.

Brett turned and stared. Her belly was as flat as ever. Still, seeing her naked below the waist in broad daylight was a stunning but rare surprise. The lips of her sex appeared larger and fuller than he remembered, and matched the rosy red blush of her belly. Probably just something that happens during pregnancy, he told himself.

"I'm not sure, but you're absolutely beautiful, if that counts," he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't think you're looking at my belly!" she scolded with a grin.

With a mock-indignant flounce she turned her back, flashing a glimpse of her bare ass as she headed back to the bedroom.

"Oh, by the way, I think I'll cut back on the exercise for a while," she said as she looked back over her shoulder. "I'm tired of going so often - kind of burnt out, I guess. Anyway, I can always go back if I need it. I mean, if I get the itch."

She shot him a Cheshire-like grin and vanished around the corner.

Brett smiled and shook his head, wondering how anyone could possibly "get the itch" to exercise, and how a dream, no matter how impossible, could seem so real.