Author: Sterling Title: Gulliver's Sexy Travels Summary: A futuristic version of Gulliver's classic voyage, describing societies with reproductive practices that are close to human but also have some poignant difference. Four are described in detail: The agony of getting pregnant, Desiring a woman is sick, Wait until you're a man, Losing your virginity is deadly. Keywords: ScFi caution snuff MF mf Mf 1st, coer, non-con, reluc, horror vign NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 6/14/2017. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Gulliver's Sexy Travels I have traveled the galaxy and experienced dozens of worlds with intelligent life and civilization. I've been to freezing deserts, baking deserts, water worlds, jungles with ferocious predators, those whose inhabitants dwell in caves, and several Gardens of Eden with entirely pleasant surroundings. I've been in orbit around some worlds with very high mortality, but prudence dictated I stay in orbit. In a couple, lifespan follows an exponential decay curve, so there are a few who are thousands of years old, more who are hundreds, and a great many children and young adults. I've seen many strange customs and many strange social arrangements. I've seen societies of extreme inequality. In one there is harmonious cannibalism where a higher caste routinely kills and eats members of the lower caste -- who understand their role in the society and accept it with equanimity. But the stories I tell today are of societies with sexual arrangements that to us will seem very strange. Imagine a world where women have sex only once in their entire lives, during a brief "heat" with a single man, and store the sperm and use it for all their pregnancies. Imagine a world where they have sex all the time, and women get physically ill if they don't get it regularly -- and imagine the opposite where it is men who must be constantly mating to stave off aging and death. Imagine a world where it is only at the end of life, around age forty, that women have sex, and then they grow enormous during pregnancy and must die as they deliver between three and ten babies who are then raised by others. Imagine a species that has evolved in tandem with a domestic animal somewhat like a goat. The humanoid males mate with and fertilize the female goats, while the male goats mate with and fertilize the humanoid females. The humanoids subsist entirely on goat milk, while the goats are protected by the humanoids from fearsome predators. The humanoids view the goats with contempt, and no one knows what the goats think. But I will focus on just a few stories in greater depth, stories with people who are very much like us in most respects, and the few differences will hopefully intrigue you and resonate with you, my reader. The galaxy is very large, and the wonder and variety to be observed among the intelligent species is stunning. --------------------------------------------------------- 1. The agony of getting pregnant I asked how they made babies, and a married couple volunteered to show me. They had two children but wanted another. Anyone could tell when a woman was fertile by the smell, and I could too. I asked how likely it was that this act would result in conception, and they told me it was almost a sure thing, 90% or so. The wife said that the man should tie her up, and no matter what she said, not let her go until he had finished impregnating her. The naked woman cooperated as he tied each of her wrists and ankles to the four different posts at the corners of a bed. The man's erection appeared and he entered the woman. She winced. I could see her biting her lip and struggling not to cry out as he thrust into her with enthusiasm. After a couple minutes he groaned and held himself deep, looking just like one of our human males when he ejaculated. As he did, the woman yelped. The man withdrew, cock shrinking. I thanked them, thinking it was pretty tame -- no worse than house cats on earth, perhaps. But they smiled and said they were just getting started. It would take about 12 hours in all. The man busied himself with other activities and the woman lay on the bed, watching a TV on the wall. After half an hour the man returned with something like a milkshake that the woman drank. And then his cock got hard and he entered her again. The woman yelped again and cried while he thrust away, shrieking when he ejaculated. The man appeared each time with a beverage. At the fifth time, the woman refused it and said she couldn't stand the pain and he really ought to untie her. Two children was plenty. But the man didn't. He mounted, and as she cried and writhed he thrust into her harder than before. When he came she gave a full-throated scream. She ask that he turn off the TV, and with this request he readily complied. Every half hour or so he appeared again and ignored the woman's pleas to be released. He penetrated and thrust hard to the point of violence. If he paused the woman relaxed visibly, but when he went back to thrusting she convulsed in pain. Eight hours on, the woman begged for mercy as the man disengaged. I followed him out of the room and asked how it was for him. He grinned sheepishly and said there was nothing quite so hot as a screaming woman in heat. Other times, when the woman wasn't fertile, they had sex, she had orgasms and it felt OK to him. But this was magnificent. Didn't it bother her that she was so upset? Yeah, kind of, he said, but there was no other way to make a baby. The man reappeared to screw his mate more frequently. By ten hours he was doing her every ten minutes, penetrating her deep, thrusting hard and fast and coming after about two minutes, followed by eight minutes of catching his breath. Whether he was resting or copulating , the woman kept pleading with him to stop and let her go, but he didn't. Blood was oozing from her vagina now. After about eleven hours he entered her once more and told me over his shoulder that this was the last time. The woman groaned at the announcement and then he started humping away. This time he didn't come after a few minutes but just kept humping and thrusting and rutting as the woman kept moaning and crying and occasionally screaming. And then at last, after his thrusts got even faster and more insistent, he lunged deep and help still. I got to see the contrast of his face relaxed in ecstasy as hers was scrunched up in agony. They held that position for a full minute before the man finally withdrew. It was a stunning display of male power and female subjugation. He didn't untie her right away, he explained, because sometimes women got violent until they had more time to calm down. She fell asleep and only woke up a little when he untied her. And then -- she thanked him! They kissed. I asked if their women ever got pregnant without being restrained, and they said no woman had ever succeeded at that, though a few had tried. Some men subdued the women with physical force, but no threat was enough to make a woman keep cooperating during the act. I asked about pregnancy and they said women felt good when they were pregnant. I explained the morning sickness our women typically experience, and they thought that sounded weird and awful. I explained the aches, pains, and weariness of late pregnancy, and they said there was none of that. Everyone knew a pregnant woman felt great. Later they said a woman they knew was going to give birth, and asked if I'd like to attend the labor and delivery. This was a party, with friends and relatives invited. Every time there was a contraction the woman moaned with orgasm and people cheered her on. As the contractions got closer together the orgasms got bigger. In the pushing phase the midwife reminded her a couple times to push instead of just relaxing in afterglow, and the woman with a sheepish smile did. She was working hard, heart pounding during the contractions, but what she felt was ecstasy. At the final push she cried out, and the women present sighed, some remembering how absolutely fantastic it felt when they had given birth, others looking forward to the day they could experience it too. When I thought about conception on the one hand and the birth process on the other, I realized that the women experienced less pain overall to have a baby than we humans did. It's just that their pain was all at conception, while human women suffered various forms of unease during pregnancy and then had plenty of pain during childbirth. When I described how things worked with humans they were horrified and said they'd never choose that instead. --------------------------------------------------------- 2. Desiring a woman is sick The scientists explained that in their species pathogens such as viruses, bacteria and fungi have been a strongly driving force. Sex among animals on earth was a response to this problem, and here the response is even more dramatic. Females collect in their uterus the semen from many men, and through a complicated process involving their own immune system and the pathogens they are exposed to, they create the genetic blueprints for future babies based on their own DNA, then mixing and matching from the genetic material contributed by dozens or hundreds of men. Having many years to try out different combinations is a real benefit, so their girls were wired to start collecting semen not long after they turn 3. The process is complete by the time they undergo most of the changes we associate with puberty around age 13 -- larger size, breasts, and wider hips, all geared to actual pregnancy and childbirth. But their eggs are all "fertilized" (speaking loosely) by puberty. Their genetic make-up is fixed and so the women have no use for semen. So naturally the species has evolved so that they have no interest in sex and men have no interest in having sex with them. All the long-lived land creatures on the planet use this method. The rough equivalents to our rodents use the same method as we earthlings do, so they are familiar with the concept but it naturally is seen as primitive. Little girls feel sexual pleasure based primarily on how genetically different the sperm is from what they have already collected. They are therefore strongly attracted to men who look different from them and who smell different. It is common for groups composed of well-off uncles and nieces (there are no identifiable "fathers") to take extended world tours to regions where people look different. The local little girls are very interested in the uncles, and the little niece tourists can be deliriously happy collecting dozens of exotic semen samples a day if they choose. (The girls only keep the genetic material, and the semen flushes out within a day as a vaginal discharge.) Though a member of a different species, I was apparently still "human" enough to attract their interest and in fact was the ultimate in exotic. During my visit I was besieged by small girls. I wondered if my genetic material might be so different as to be harmful, but their scientists scoffed at the idea. Their little girl uteruses would have no trouble sorting out any genetic sequences that didn't belong. Once I explained our mating habits, they understood intellectually why I resisted the advances of the little girls, but it was hard for them. Many a preschool girl was taken from my presence in tears. The mothers offered the explanation that I had just given my sperm to other girls so there was virtually none left, but it mollified them only a little, as even a tiny amount of very exotic genetic material is valuable. I decided to participate in the culture as best I could, which is of course part of our training. The bigger girls, presenting their rear end to me for a doggy-style mating, were sufficiently attractive that I could perform. The first one's vagina gave superb pleasure beyond anything I have experienced on earth. The reaction of the girl after I was done delivering my load was extraordinary. She fell to her side, moaning, groaning and twitching, with an ecstatic smile on her face. She then passed out, but shortly regained consciousness and the pleasure lasted days. As the experiment was a success I was naturally interest in participating further in the culture. Yet I confess that the extraordinary vaginal welcome interested me inherently, and I started doing a girl a day. Although I tried to be open-minded, I could not manage an erection for the act with any girls younger than nine or ten, despite my best efforts. They were surprised to learn that we usually insisted on having sex in private. There, little girls and men copulating in public spaces was noticed less than two people kissing would be here. But with an exotic man like me, there was much interest in watching if we did it in public, and eventually dozens of people were crowded around for each copulation I performed, and it was often captured on video. Perhaps I have an exhibitionist streak. The girl's mother, aunts and adult sisters were so delighted by the prospect that my natural revulsion at what here would be committing sexual abuse was greatly reduced. Younger sisters were kept away, as they would be strongly envious and frustrated that they weren't benefiting from my sexual attentions instead. When I first explained that in my species men wanted sex with adult women and had sex with them, the audience was uncomfortable. When I cheerfully added that I found many of their women attractive, that was apparently too much. One woman abruptly left the room, another gagged and the men looked horrified. They said some things are just too serious to joke about. From then on, when the subject of our world's sexuality was introduced it was preceded by a rough equivalent of a trigger warning, and the horrible idea that I personally might in my mind entertain thoughts towards the adult women on their planet was not mentioned. For as in our world, there are perverts. There are men who do lust after grown women and a few who rape them. While no one defends such rape, their scientists try to explain that the attraction these strange men feel to adult women is inborn and can't be changed, and that it's better if such men are accepted so they can be given help to make sure they never do rape women. But it is a very hard sell, and I read many opinions as to why such attractions are evil and such men should be killed. The purpose of sex is reproduction and no such matings can contribute. Past puberty, vaginas serve only as an exit conduit for babies. (In response to a privately posed question, one open-minded, gentle scientist confirmed they are also dry and unsuited to receive a penis in any comfort.) To them it is obvious that once a woman grows hips and breasts her body has moved to the phase of bearing and nursing children, and no sane man could find her sexually attractive. Those few women who were raped were in fact terribly traumatized by it. There are also a very few young girls whose vaginas are still small at the age of 4 and who do not welcome male attention. Such girls are considered to have a shameful and serious condition, though of course their mothers still do their best to love them. I was fascinated to learn that their ovaries are always removed at the start of puberty. Otherwise a few of them at least would develop sexual interest in men. That is too horrifying for the society to contemplate. A few wild-eyed radicals suggested that if these girls developed into such women they could serve as a safe sexual outlet for those few men who are attracted to adult women. Such a view is considered only slightly less crazy than the idea they should cook and eat their little children for dinner. We who land on other worlds know we may not survive. Local diseases may kill us, or we may run afoul of local customs we do not understand. In this case the problem was arranging to leave after a year. I was just too valuable to them as a source of new genetic material. When I figured out that they were making excuses to delay my departure, I said I would refuse to have sex with any more of their girls. Eventually we reached a compromise. I would provide a month's worth of semen samples which they could then divide into tiny doses and insert in hundreds of girls by artificial insemination. Some could be kept frozen for future use. That and a few seminal bribes to the nieces of key bureaucrats (and daughters of those who were women) were enough to get me back to my spaceship in orbit. --------------------------------------------------------- 3. Wait until you're a man One of the first things I noticed was that there were no boys. Baby girls, small girls, medium girls, and big girls, but no boys. The society is quite casual about nudity, so it was hard to miss the profusion of small people with slits between their legs and the absence of people with the male organs. Were they all being raised in some separate area that I had not seen? No, there are no boys. In most societies, babies are born either male or female and this defines their life, requiring certain things of them and making others impossible. Here everyone starts female, and if they live long enough, then they turn into a man. The transition from woman to man is direct, with no "boy" stage. Men rule in this world, there is no question about it. But women can look forward to being men themselves one day. As is common with most animals on earth, women enter a heat where it is apparent to all that she is fertile. Men mate with her during that period and never on other occasions. Yet earth animal females in heat always seek out sex and often do their part to help. Women in these worlds feel no such compulsion. Sex is always mildly painful to them, and any time they are in heat they must submit to intercourse many, many times. The men do not bond with individual females or have harems or practice polygamy. That would not work, because in this species conception is very difficult. The woman requires sperm from the right man, who is rare. No one has any idea who the right man is, so the only sensible option is for lots of men to try their luck. Even so, women get pregnant only about 25% of the time from any given heat. Pregnancy is both unpleasant and perilous. Around 10% of the time a woman dies during childbirth, and the percentage is as high on the third or fourth pregnancy as the first. This same pattern is found in many of the world's animal species, where females cooperate easily enough, though they may whine or cry after each of dozens of copulations. Being thinking beings with foresight, the women know that if it has any purpose at all, this unpleasantness will lead to an unpleasant pregnancy and the risk of death. There is some tendency for them to avoid it. Women can live for hundreds of years if they are infertile, so putting off pregnancies is tempting. They never reach menopause, and men will continue mating with them, year after year. But most women are fertile, naturally. At some point after giving birth between 3 and 7 times, the woman starts transforming into a man. Her vagina closes up and a penis emerges, though testicles remain inside. She grows taller and gains weight in the form of muscle, the typical man twice as heavy as the typical woman. At some point she becomes a he. At this point he will not live more than ten or twenty years. He develops a strong sex drive, seeking out females in heat. Sex feels fantastic, from the moment of insertion to the ecstasy of orgasm -- which may often be less than a minute. In this society, women do all the work. If they shirk, the men will beat them into line. It is unpleasant and seems very unfair to us as we recall earth societies where women were severely repressed not long ago, but there is this one key difference. On this planet they know that one day they will get their turn -- if they survive. It is also clear that the men must insist that the women submit to sex or the species would have gone extinct long ago. The more compassionate ones may feel a bit guilty, but can rightly say, "You'll get your turn". When we deny various privileges to our children, this is our natural reply as well -- you'll understand when you're older. Family bonds are primarily female. Males have no idea what children they might have sired, so there is no father-daughter bond. Males do of course have daughters that they bore when they were women, and they retain bonds of affection. Yet there is no incest taboo -- men enter, thrust and ejaculate in the daughters they bore as enthusiastically as anyone else, undeterred by the wincing and tears. Sure they love their daughters, but sex is sex. There are several little subspecies that have formed because of fathers and daughters being the right match for each other. If the pattern remains, genetic diversity disappears. They are often visibly deformed or retarded as bad genes are unchecked by healthy counterparts. Especially as they get older, men tend to abandon their families and wander to distant cities, more and more intent on finding females in heat and trying to plant their seed. They show few signs of aging. By far the most common way to die is during the exertion of copulation. When they do, they ejaculate an enormous amount -- perhaps a pint -- their bodies apparently knowing it is their last chance. The women usually save it, promising the dying man to use the semen to try to conceive more offspring after death. This semen stays potentially viable for months. Women who go into heat will take a bit into their vaginas if there is any such dead man's sperm around. It is one more chance to get pregnant -- and unlike the typical act of sex, it does not hurt. They also know that -- if they have decent luck -- they too will one day be men and will die and will at the end hope they can father yet one or two more daughters. --------------------------------------------------------- 4. Losing your virginity is deadly Readers of tender sensibilities may want to stop here. The last society I describe is like ours in many respects, but there is one aspect that may shock and horrify you. I noticed three types of adults in the society. Two types are familiar to us. The men were muscular and notably masculine, the women full of curves, with big hips and breasts, often pregnant. They explained that pregnancy and childbirth weren't especially traumatic. Both types were brimming with vitality. The other, much more numerous type were skinny and pale, with no obvious sex. They explained that both sexes were represented in this type. The males had penises and the females vaginas, but the vaginas closed up and the penises never became erect and were good for nothing but peeing. I will call them "workers", on analogy with worker bees and ants. Meeting a new worker, most people didn't care whether it was a male or female -- it didn't matter for any practical purpose. Given these basic differences in morphology, it was no surprise that all of the reproduction was done by the real men and women. Both sexes were held in high esteem and the workers deferred to them. I asked how it got decided who became dominant and reproductive and who became workers. It wasn't hereditary, and it was not a decision other people made for them. It was within their control -- but at a risk and a cost. The boys and girls all looked much as our children and teens might look. But around the age of 16, they had a momentous choice to make. If they didn't get around to making it, then they would naturally turn into the pale, de-sexed workers. The choice was to engage in sexual intercourse for the first time, boy virgin with girl virgin, face to face. There was one major catch -- one of the two always died during the act, and occasionally both did. Once virgin penis was inserted into virgin vagina, they locked together. It was physically impossible to separate them until one or the other partner died. The boy usually started thrusting, though they could turn over at any time and the girl take a turn. And for the first half hour or so both felt great, exquisite pleasure. There, as here, your first time is in many ways the best. But then one or the other partner started feeling bad, while the other kept feeling good. Feeling bad was a sign that your lifespan was now to be measured in minutes or at most hours. Naturally the doomed partner would practice denial until it was unmistakable. At that point the surviving partner naturally could rejoice, though there was an unpleasant interlude to be endured. If the girl was the survivor, she always turned over to be on top and did the remaining work of copulation, cowgirl style. Parents often watched the early part of the process, but if it became apparent that it was their child who was doomed, they would kiss the boy or girl a tearful goodbye and leave, for no one expected them to watch what must follow. Death for the doomed was not a simple matter. A doomed boy's penis stayed hard and would for the brief remainder of his life. As the surviving partner kept that penis pistoning in and out of vagina, each thrust pained the doomed one and after a while was the engine of their demise. The pain became serious, and soon there was a paralysis of the large muscles. There was quivering and twitching and discoloration of the skin. Some were stoic in the early stages, while others moaned and cried. Then pain went from serious to excruciating, and none could remain stoic any longer. The soft tissues of the body started to liquefy, and then they started leaking. A doomed boy's fluids leaked through his penis into the girl's vagina and then flowed out of her. A doomed girl leaked through her uterus into her vagina and then out. For this grim inevitability, a large tub was always placed under the bed before the act began, though it was unknown in advance whether it would collect liquefied boy or liquefied girl. The surviving partner could prolong the life of the doomed one and ease the pain temporarily by holding still. It was the motion of penis in and out of vagina that caused the other to disintegrate. Occasionally a boy or girl would be so upset by the other's agony that she or he would stop. But they could no longer save the other. They could only kill themselves, for beyond a certain point the designated survivor would suffer a sudden paralysis and die, and the doomed partner would linger even longer in pain. Finally there would be two corpses still locked at the genitals. To fight against this possibility, relatives of the survivor usually stayed and encouraged their boy or girl to keep going, to keep the motion going -- the other had known the risk, this was part of life, and only by continuing could they survive -- only by continuing what was in one sense and to an outsider's eyes the torture and murder of their partner. The doomed partner lost the strength to vocalize, then began to look thin, and then emaciated, as the muscles and inessential organs liquefied and flowed out through penis or vagina, but the essential organs were saved for last. The doomed one retained consciousness to the last. Near the end, things proceeded fairly quickly. Fluid gushed out the genital opening. The remainder of the lungs liquefied, the heart stopped, and death occurred, and still there was more fluid to be forced out by the copulatory exertions of the survivor. Only then did the lock of the genitals release, accompanied by a long, intense orgasm for the survivor. He or she could finally separate, hours after the initial penetration, from the shrunken husk that had shortly before been a vibrant adolescent boy or girl. The survivor would typically shower -- and girls use a douche to remove the last traces of liquefied boy corpse. They could eat, rest a brief while perhaps, and then celebrate. Both families would gather in advance. They would shortly either be attending a coming of age ceremony or a funeral, and had only an hour or two's warning as to which. Naturally the two ceremonies were entirely distinct. The survivor was now a full man or woman, free to sleep around with other survivors, enjoying the pleasure of mating while knowing the other would also feel pleasure and both would survive this and every succeeding act of sex. Eventually a young man and woman would marry, and then start having babies. Their sons and daughters would grow up. Just as we learn at some point about the inevitability of death and how babies are made, they also learned at some point the choice they would face -- one where death and reproduction were intimately linked. Some children said they would never have sex and risk the horror, choosing a long life as a virtual eunuch. Others were determined they would have sex when the time came. And yet often when the time came some members of each group made the opposite choice. Those who took the gamble typically convinced themselves that surely they would be the survivor of the encounter. A survivor of age 17 looked no different from a virgin of 17. If by some chance a survivor had sex with a virgin, the two would become locked and the virgin would inevitably die. So both members of a pair had reason to represent their status truthfully -- with the exception of an occasional sadistic survivor or a suicidal virgin. One rule was to never lose your virginity with someone you cared about. Boys and girls who despised each other for some reason were the best choice. Mutual insults and boasting and verbal abuse recorded from such encounters are part of their literary heritage. All in all, about half of the boys and girls chose to become workers -- or became workers by never quite getting around to the fateful act before it was too late. Since half of them died, the adult society was about 1/8 men, 1/8 women and 3/4 workers. As with earth insect societies, the workers did all the work. The survivors enjoyed life, and had lots of sex. There were plenty of workers to help raise the kids. The society had no end of people who claimed they could tell which partner would survive a virginal bout of sex, but the scientists believed it was all quackery. Which partner survived was pure chance and nothing more. A mother and father needed to produce about eight children to keep the population in equilibrium -- a few more to account for accident and disease. There were many possible family configurations as a set of siblings passed through their teens. In a few families all decided to have sex. By chance, in a few families all of them died -- and in others they all survived. In other families, none decided to have sex and the parents were faced with the prospect of no descendants. But in most families the choices were mixed. If most older siblings went over the line and became workers, there was implicit pressure on the younger to take the gamble. If there were many surviving older fertile brothers or sisters, taking the safe way out was more appealing. Parents wanted descendants, of course, and yet all parents would feel relief at knowing their own beloved children would survive into adulthood. Young virgins never, ever attended first sexual encounters before their own. The theory and goal was that they know only that they might die a painful death, and if they survived it might be distressing to watch their partner die. In practice, word of the details got around. All in all it was a very complicated and intriguing setup -- and a horrifying one. You might expect natural selection to produce boys and girls who would all take the risk, as the others never left offspring. Or you might expect intelligent creatures to avoid such a terrible risk. And yet some chose each path. --------------------------------------------------------- Yes, dear reader, the galaxy is a large and strange place, and we are just beginning to understand the diversity of life. You can expect to hear more stories, even stranger than these, in the years ahead. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.