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Utopia
by Grumpy (address withheld)
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In a future world, a young lady enters the state-church
sanctioned breeding program. (M+/F-teen, 1st, orgy, mc,
sci-fi, preg?)
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"Dear, your draft notice arrived today."
"When do I report?"
"Two days after your birthday. I'm going to miss you
very much."
"Thanks mom but we both knew this day was coming."
Although I would miss her, she wasn't my mother, only
the woman assigned to oversee my development from the
time I was identified as a candidate at age three. She
had proven to be a good surrogate mother but she was
always aware of her job. Although kind, she was also
very strict when it came to following the
parties/church guidelines.
We were now a secular nation controlled by a political
party that appointed the supreme ruler sanctioned by
the national bishop.
When the church and party had decided that it was in
their best interest to purify the nation by limiting
breeding to qualified individuals, the had instituted a
policy of testing all boys and girls at an early age to
identify those worthy of reproducing. They cast a wide
net in the initial selection and the chosen were
removed from their families, placed in a church
controlled school system where they received the best
possible education (within strict church/party
guidelines). Those not selected were sterilized.
Candidates were tested each year to weed out those
whose development, physical, mental and intellectual,
did not meet standards. Those rejected were sterilized,
assigned a job and partner and placed back into society
to serve as workers for the greater good of the
church/party.
At eighteen, I was to receive a final evaluation and
would be assigned to the breeder program. The
evaluation would place me in the breeder hierarchy,
those rated highest would serve the party/church
leaders, those rated lowest would serve the
party/church rank and file. The candidates did not have
a choice, they followed orders.
I reported to the draft inductee center on the
date/time in my draft order. I and at least a hundred
other girls were assigned our private dormitory rooms,
given a orientation tour of the center and then
assigned to class rooms where we would receive our
induction lectures on what was expected of us and the
rules we must follow.
Day two found me in the evaluation building. Based upon
my record, I was assigned to group 'A' along with
fifteen other girls.
Fifteen weeks of lectures, training, and testing
followed. In earlier days I had watched a movie about
Geisha training. The type training we were receiving
was to prepare us for the roll of Geisha in our male
dominated society.
By the end of training. only three remained in group
'A'.
On completion of training, group 'A' was directed to
report to the center's hospital. We were prepped for
surgery but were not told what procedure was to be
performed.
On awakening from surgery, I found I had a bandage on
my head. I asked the nurse what procedure had been
performed on me but she shook her head and said I find
out soon enough.
On the third day following surgery, I found myself
along with the other two in the group laying on exam
tables completely nude. We had so many monitoring
devices attached we must have looked like aliens
wrapped in a cocoon of wire. We could not see what was
happening around us.
I tensed when I heard an authoritative voice ask if all
was ready. On the affirmative from the various
technicians, I immediately had a warm flush spread from
my groin throughout my body. After a period of checking
the readouts on the monitors, they were ready to
continue. Within seconds I felt myself secreting
vaginal fluids and had a building desire touch myself
in order to find relief from the fire that was raging
within. I would have mated with a broomstick if one had
been available.
Just as sudden, the desire went away and embarrassment
took it's place.
Testing continued, sometimes I felt warm and cuddly,
other times I would have jumped a statue.
The feelings were so intense that it hurt to not find
relief.
When testing was finally complete and the monitoring
devices/wires removed, a nurse pulled stirrups from the
table, scooted me down to so that my bottom was on the
end and placed my legs in the stirrups. She then
proceeded to shave me as the doctors and technicians
looked on. When shaving was complete, a thick salve was
spread over the area shaved and rubber panties placed.
I wore the rubber panties for the next three days with
the salve replenished at regular intervals.
A week later, group 'A' received complete new
wardrobes. Every piece of new clothing was designed to
accentuate our sexuality, we even had crotch less
panties and bras with holes for our nipples. Stepford
dolls, programmed, prepped and dressed, ready to do
their duty.
Transport, in the form of a church jet, arrived the
following day. We were escorted to the plane which
immediately departed once we were on board. Five hours
later we were approaching a runway on a palatial estate
surrounded by acres of gardens and lawn. A limousine
met the plane and within minutes we were at the main
building.
A matronly lady was waiting. She escorted us to our
assigned rooms where I was met by a staff that had
already laid my clothes and had prepared a bath. When I
was bathed and dressed, sans panties and bra, I was
taken to rather large room where approximately thirty
men sat about talking, smoking cigars and drinking fine
wines. The room went silent when I entered, all eyes on
me, undressing me, measuring me, causing me to blush
which generated chuckles from some of the men.
The other two members of my group entered shortly
diverting attention from me. I glanced around the room
until my sight settled on an older man setting quietly
on a couch. The Bishop of the national church. He
smiled when he noticed me and patted the couch.
Training kicked in and I went and sat beside him. He
said not a word, just looked at me with hungry eyes.
The bishop made a motion with his hand and a voice rang
out, "Gentlemen, it is time, take your places.."
The men arranged themselves behind the Bishop's chair
leaving the area in front clear with only the two young
ladies standing there.
"Brother John, you are first." said the Bishop in a
quiet voice.
A man of about 50 stepped quickly from the group and
approached one of the girls taking her hand and leading
her to a couch.
Another man stepped from the crowd and took the other
girl to an adjoining couch.
At a whispered command, both girls removed their
dresses and stood nude facing the audience.
There was subdued clapping and quiet comments about
their beauty.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bishop touch a
controller on the side table and felt the fire that had
never been quenched, start burning brightly in my
vagina. My nipples immediately hardened and I turned to
the Bishop. He smiled and directed my attention to the
two girls.
They placed them on a large pad in front of the bishop
on their hands and knees, in profile, breast still
young and firm, sagging slightly. The two men had
removed their clothing and stood behind the girl they
had selected, admiring the scene before them. Each with
a hard penis sticking out proudly. They dropped to
knees behind the girls, spreading their buttocks,
caressing their ass cheeks, their inner thighs, their
genitals.
Almost in unison, they each pushed a finger into the
place never before penetrated, causing the girls to
wiggle their behinds. One pulled his finger out and
turning slightly, stuck the finger in his mouth,
tasting the juices coating the finger. Laughter greeted
this action.
I felt the bishops hand on mine and turned towards him.
He had slouched down somewhat, his pants open, a semi-
erect cock in his other hand. He motioned for me and I
knowing what he wanted, took his cock in hand and began
stroking it. He opened his legs, looking at me as I
moved to my knees in front of him and lowered my mouth
to engulf his prick.
I had practiced many hours on rubber cocks at the
induction center but the taste of a real prick excited
me. I licked and sucked until the cock was fully erect,
hardly noticing the gasp from the crowd as I assumed
the other two had lost their virginity.
The bishop placed a hand on my head, pushing down,
encouraging me to deep throat him. I felt the bishop's
other hand slide down between us, just barely reaching
my right eighteen year old breast, squeezing, pinching
the nipple. The hand on my head was pushing harder,
driving my head down until all of his prick was in my
mouth and throat.
I felt him swell and as the pressure lessened on my
head, I started pulling back as he spurted his cum in
my throat and mouth. I pulled back until I could see
his cock before me, still oozing white cum. I took hold
of the cock, stroking it, forcing the last drops from
him and then I lowered my head and licked it clean.
He patted the couch and as I moved to set beside him,
he handed me a napkin so I could clean my face. He
glanced at his now wilted cock and I reached over to
him stuffing it back into his pants and gently zipped
him.
I glanced at the pad in front of us, men standing on
the far side, nude, slowly stroking hardened cocks
while they watched others take turns fucking the two on
the pad. Some did not last long, sticking their cocks
into the girl of choice, a few quick strokes, a
clenching of buttocks, lifting their heads, eyes closed
as they added to the cum running out of the abused
pussies.
The bishop made another motion and a fully clothed man
stepped forward saying "Enough, let the them recover,
bath and rest before continuing in private rooms. You
have your schedule."
The bishop touched the controller beside him and the
fire started subsiding within me. The two girls on the
pad reacted also, looking about them in a confused
manner.
The matron appeared and motioned for the three of us to
follow her. We were escorted to our rooms where staff
awaited to again bath us and care for our needs. Food
was delivered on covered trays and I enjoyed my first
meal of the day.
As the remains of the meal were being removed, the
matron entered and told me the bishop would be along as
soon as he recovered and I should remain awake.
As I waited I looked about my room, noting the elegant
light fixture hanging from the high ceiling, the
intricate tapestries, the fine furniture, the padded
table that occupied the center of the room. A double
bed in a richly furnished adjoining room.
I thought about what had just occurred, these
men/priest that on the following Sunday would be
occupying pulpits in front of congregations, preaching
the glory of the party and maybe God.. Talking about
the sanctity of marriage and family (families for the
chosen few). Attacking those that urged change.
Reminding the congregation of their duty to tithe and
to support the church/party with their every action,
defending against those that would question the
authority.
I got up removing the soft belt around my waist, laying
it on the table as I headed for my dressing room. I
rummaged through drawers until I found a sensible bra
and least ornate panties. I dressed in casual slacks
and a loose blouse.
I went back to the waiting room, climbed on the table.
I fumbled with the soft belt, attaching another two
belts to it, tossing the end belt over the elegant
lighting fixture tying a slip knot and snugging the
belt to the lighting fixture.
I felt the fire start in my vagina and knew the bishop
would soon be here.
I thought of the great society in which we lived as the
fire burned hotter and while standing on tiptoes
slipped the loop in the belt over my head, stepping
quickly from the table.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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