Author: Sterling Title: Making Enough Babies to Not Go Extinct Summary: Women with access to contraception don't choose to have enough babies to keep the population from shrinking. Eventually this is a serious problem. How will different societies react? Keywords: MF MMMF preg drug reluct FF NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 10/11/2020. 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/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Making Enough Babies to Not Go Extinct Chapter 1. Making the Problem Worse You shall reap what you sow. *** Sowing *** "I asked if we could have sex and you said, 'Yes'!" "Couldn't you tell I didn't really mean it?" "No!" "Well, pay more attention!" --------------------------------------------------------- "Did you... Did you just come in my pussy?" "Uh... yes..." "What? I didn't say you could do that!" "You said we could have sex... I ate you out, you had a nice orgasm... Then I asked if you were ready for me and you gave a big smile..." "Yes, and?" "You said you had contraception covered, and we figured we're both clean." "I was ready for you to slide it in and fuck, but... I never said you could come in there!" "Well, that's what happens when a guy fucks for a while, right?" "That's just patriarchal bullshit. That's just part of dominating women. You have to ask for permission to ejaculate inside a vagina!" "Well, all right!" --------------------------------------------------------- "Did you have a good time?" "Yeah, in the first part. You're really good with your tongue." "I try..." "But, the second... your penis... whoever it was all those years ago was right... sexual intercourse is an inherently violent act. Forcing your penis into my body... violates my integrity..." "But it felt good, right?" "Maybe a little, but that's just because I've been indoctrinated by the patriarchal culture. And you wanting to... don't you see how it means you want to dominate and control me?" "Well, I'm trying to get enlightened, but an awful lot of guys want to do that." "Well, an awful lot of guys are sexist pigs. You're better than them." "I'll try. Do you have any ideas about my sexual pleasure? A blow job maybe?" "No! Violating my mouth is no better than my vagina. And if you come in there... yccch! That's the ultimate in humiliation!" "Well, what about a hand job?" "Not quite so bad, but... No! Those motions, up and down like that. It's clearly a shadow of the violent act, with its in and out. Symbolically my hand would be like my vagina and you'd be violating my hand." "Geez! But if I lick you out that's just fine?" "Sure, if you want to. If you don't want to, you shouldn't." --------------------------------------------------------- "You're what... three months along now?" "Yes, that's right, but... we need to break up! This just isn't working for me. I'm not becoming the best person I can... and this pregnancy makes it worse. I didn't realize I'd feel sick all the time." "I'm sorry." "You raped me. That's how I got pregnant ... you raped me." "What? You were begging for it! You wanted to make sure we did it often enough so we could start the baby!" "It wasn't real... couldn't you see through it? I wasn't truly consenting. I was just caught in this delusion... You're the one who penetrated me. You're the one who ejaculated inside me. It's your fault!" "How could it be my fault? If you want to have a baby, that's what you have to do, right? Get a guy to ejaculate in your vagina?" "I wasn't really ready to have a baby. You should have been able to see through it. Penetrating a woman and ejaculating in her... that's violent, that's disrespectful, that's humiliation... You have to be totally sure before you do that... I said yes, but it wasn't really consent, don't you see?" --------------------------------------------------------- *** Reaping what you sow *** "You want a baby, right? You know I want one... let's do it! I'm ready... You can slide it in now." "I don't know... it's violent, it's disrespectful, I'm not sure you're really ready." "I am, I am!" "But how can I tell you won't change your mind later?" "But... if we never do it, we can't have children ever!" "The ends don't justify the means! I'm still working on shedding the patriarchal assumptions... I'm not sure I'm done yet. It's too soon." "Could you at least, like, jerk off and give me the stuff?" "What?! That's artificial, part of the capitalist-industrial complex." "No one's making any money on it..." "Doesn't matter. Besides, that's just avoidance! You know that if you slide something into your vagina -- a baster, your finger, whatever, that's just repackaging the issue, trying to avoid it. It's still fundamentally a male penetration of the female. Domination. --------------------------------------------------------- "You be willing to do it?" "Well, you sure are sexy, but we just met... you sure?" "Yeah, sure." "I think I got a condom somewhere." "We don't need a condom..." "Huh? Why not?" "I'm just feeling... reckless, I guess. Come on, it even feels better without one." "So they say, but..." "You're thinking too much. I see that bulge in your pants, and it turns me on so much!" "Wait, wait... you're not really into this... you're not giving consent... you had that glass of wine. And this 'feeling reckless' stuff... that's the sort of thing that says you're not thinking straight. No way are you able to give consent... I'm outta here." --------------------------------------------------------- "All you have to do is masturbate into the cup... Or let me sleep with you, and if you have a wet dream I'll just take the stuff... you don't have any need for it then, right? No intention to do anything?" "No, I can't be a part of this at all. Pregnancy is totally sexist. It's not fair. It's a burden on you that I will never have. I want no part in causing a pregnancy until it's a burden men can share in equally." "But... but..." "No, that's final!" ============================================================ Chapter 2. The Fertility Crisis Wherever women are given a bit of education and access to free, private contraception, birth rates plummet to levels that are below those needed to replace the human population. Chapter 1 is what happens when acceptance of the doctrine of the patriarchy takes full flower, but no form of feminist ideology is needed to cause a serious dearth of children. Motherhood is such a drain on becoming the person you really are destined to be. It's twenty-odd years of work and worry, when you can't revel in the pleasures life has to offer. Even if you want to have the experience of motherhood that requires only one child, and he or she can have your full, undivided attention. Maybe two if you're really into letting children have siblings, but then there is lots of squabbling and rivalry too. And children are so expensive! Three... are you kidding? Through the mid-21st century, declining birthrates in developed countries were offset by robust ones in less developed nations. Immigration from poorer lands made up for population loss in richer lands. But as enlightenment spread to all corners of the globe, birth rates everywhere dropped. The earth was happier with fewer people, but when the population got down to one quarter of its high-water mark, worry set in. How could humanity save itself from extinction? ============================================================ Chapter 3. Sperm Gangs Legislation of the nation of New Sparta: "Be it resolved: Making or importing any contraceptive or abortifacient agent into the nation is a crime punishable by death, as is distributing it, using it, encouraging others to use it. Failure to report knowledge of anyone else using it is punishable by life in prison. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, you're looking awfully sexy tonight, can we get into bed now?" said Kyle. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood tonight," replied Caitlin. "I've noticed this pattern... it's 10 days since your last period started." "Are you keeping track of my periods? That's rude of you!" "You won't be in the mood for the next week, but then you'll be all willing and enthusiastic. And if I wanted to do you when you're bloody you'd be willing then, but not now. Not whenever it can start a baby." "That's not it, I swear! Besides, we already have a baby!" "Yeah, but it's not a real family without at least two babies, right?" "That feels like an insult to your son. Like he's not good enough." "If all couples just have one baby, we'll die out!" "Well, I suppose... but let's give it a few years." "John is already six years old! You're thirty-three." "Well, lots of the other women aren't having babies either, you know that. I don't feel like I should have to bear all of society's problems myself, when the others won't." "That's what we humans do, you know... have babies! Two, three, four or more. It's what's natural." "Here, honey, let me give you a blow job. I'll make you real happy. I'll swallow it all..." "Well... when you put it like that..." --------------------------------------------------------- "I'm horny. Any of you guys horny?" "I'm always horny!" "Let's go get some action, guys." "Like what?" "Like finding some women who haven't had babies and giving 'em one!" "That's... that's rape." "Hey, if they won't have babies we'll die out." "It's also illegal." "Technically, but you read up? It's happening other places too. The police refuse to get involved." "Hmmmm." "And we can find them online. See, here's a single woman, age 30. No children... right around the corner." --------------------------------------------------------- They could see the light on inside and a shadow. They knocked hard, and no one answered. They broke down the door. The woman looked terrified. She was no beauty... that might have something to do with her being single. "Don't panic ma'am, we mean no harm. We won't take anything. But you haven't had any children. You're not doing your job. We're here to make you pregnant..." "But... but...!" "Let's not have to get rough about this... just pull down your pants.... panties too! ... Yeah, and lean over the sofa... that's all you need to do, we'll do the rest." The woman leaned over the sofa, bare butt up in the air. Three pairs of trousers and underpants went down, three stiff cocks became visible. One by one the men got behind the woman, shoved the cock in, humped and came in under a minute. "Oooooo!" "Oh, fuck that's good!" "Yeah, she's good... Let me pump all you guys' sperm out so she can get the good stuff... Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnh, aaaahhhh!" Tears trickled down the woman's cheeks. "There, ma'am, we're all done. That wasn't so bad, was it? Hope we gave you a baby." --------------------------------------------------------- "Who's that knocking?" said Caitlin, sitting up quickly in bed. "Sounds like a sperm gang," said Kyle. "Oh, shit... and it's probably close to my time..." "I'd protect you, baby, but... you know what happens to guys who try to." "Yeah, I do... let me get a tampon... ugggh, that's dry, but... OK, got it in. I'll get a pad too." Kyle sighed and opened the door. "Hello, what can I do for you?" he said calmly. "We're here for your woman. Seems you aren't knocking her up like you should be." "You don't have my permission, you understand. I won't try to stop you, but don't say I let you." "No, we won't say anything bad about you," said one of the guys, barging in and pushing Kyle roughly out of the way. "I'll just go into the bedroom with my son, in case he wakes up." "That's fine, all we want is your woman." "I... it's my period," said Caitlin. "Yeah, likely story," said one of the guys. "Strip and show me." The pad had a darkish stain on it. He sniffed it. "I don't know what that is, but it sure isn't pussy blood. You're a sneak and a liar!" Another said, "Come on... on your back... spread 'em..." "There's... there's a tampon too," said Caitlin. "Then take it out, for Christ's sake!" Caitlin fished it out. "Look, no blood there at all. Lying pig!" The first guy mounted... "Shit, sure is dry and tight.... Hey, you got that vibrator thing? Always nice if the girls are happy, and besides, it wets 'em up inside." The device hummed as the guy held it in position. "There you go... doesn't that feel nice? ... isn't your pussy getting all hungry for some sperm?" Caitlin said nothing. After a minute, the man fingered her pussy. "Much better! All wet! You women just waiting for a cock. We got four of 'em for you." They heard a child's voice from behind the door, and the soothing murmur of his father's voice. "Yeah, let's be quiet about it!" whispered the one man. "I'm gonna take her!" He mounted, slid in, and humped energetically. "Oooh, oooh, oooh, aaaaahhh! That was nice, cutie. You need a baby, see? And it feels good when I stuff one up into you. Guess I forgot about whispering." "Come on, get your ass outta the way. Here's a real dick, ma'am, and some of the good sperm." The second man plunged in and fucked vigorously for a minute. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said loudly as he came. More bantering, two more penetrations, two more ejaculations. "Pleased to be of service, ma'am," said the fourth one as they all withdrew. Caitlin went to the bathroom and fingered out as much of the men's slime as she could, though the experts said it wouldn't make much difference. She just wanted it out of her anyway. Back in bed, she could hear Kyle soothing John. After half an hour Kyle crept out and closed the door behind him. "He's asleep now." "Good." "I'm so sorry, Cait..." "Fuck me... fuck me hard!" "Really, after what you've been through?" "If I gotta have a baby, I want it to be yours! Stick it in... that's nice... Now fuck away... And jam it in all the way when you come, OK?" It didn't take Kyle long to fulfill his wife's wishes. With the right sperm in there duking it out with the rapists' sperm, Cait gave in to her natural revulsion, shuddering and crying. Kyle held her. After an hour she asked him to fuck her again, to give her another dose. "And... let's do it a lot, Kyle. If I gotta have a baby, I want it to be yours!" "Yeah, looks like the way to keep those sperm gangs out is to have babies." "Yeah..." ============================================================ Chapter 4. The Uterine Draft The news from New Sparta was not good, with the sperm gangs running wild, and law enforcement declining to get involved. There had been much concern over the years about how all the data that got collected on people could be used against them by a malicious government. No one had thought about how it would reveal the location of each woman, her age, and the names and ages of her children. Still, the fertility problem in New Athens was as great as there. There just weren't enough babies being born. The plan adopted was not a pleasant one. It was the best they could think of, and it was better than New Sparta. --------------------------------------------------------- Society has to lean on women to have babies, somehow or other. Drafting men for military service is a practice with roots going far back in history. It has fallen out of favor, but if the government is going to lean on women, the least it can do is lean on men too. Men are subjected to a three-year draft, where they can choose from a variety of assignments of public service to the society. As for women, starting at the age of 21, the clock starts ticking. The woman has three years to produce a baby, with whatever partners or methods she sees fit. The clock also starts ticking after the birth of each baby for another three years. Having given birth to three live babies, her service to her nation is discharged. Naturally she also gets credit for any babies conceived or born before she turns 21. If at the end of three years, no baby has been produced, the girl or woman is relegated to a residential fertility facility. Since she is not free to leave, it might be called a prison. Her health is tracked, including notably her menstrual cycle. Any correctable fertility problems are corrected. If she has taken active measures to become infertile, she is subject to a prison sentence of three years. Otherwise, when it is her fertile time, men have sex with her. Always at least two each day during the four most likely days of her fertility. Up to ten of them a day, if there are men available and interested. If she's halfway decent looking, there usually are. If she gets pregnant, she is released. If she does not get pregnant within three years, she is also released, free of any further obligation. She is judged to be infertile. If a woman gets pregnant with her first or second baby in the fertility facility, the clock starts ticking again as soon as her baby is born. As the population grows to a suitable level, the requirement of three babies might be lowered to two for some women, perhaps by means of a lottery. Suitable income to support a child is always available. But women are not required to raise their babies -- there are always families eager to adopt. As per human nature, most women very much want to keep their babies once they are born. Some find that having adjusted to a family of three children, four or five would be nice too, either through adoption or more children of their own. One idea that was rejected was allowing women to get other women to substitute for them, most likely by way of payment. This would accentuate class differences. Seldom spoken was the eugenic concern that the poor would be contributing genes to the next generation at the expense of the rich and successful. Another idea that was rejected was artificial insemination in the fertility centers instead of men actually having sex with the women. One reason is that fertility is significantly higher when the sperm shoots out the end of a penis up inside the woman as his body covers hers, humping and grunting. The more important one is to give more of an incentive to women to get pregnant on their own. Some women might just put off the entire issue and figure that at the center there will be medical procedures. But if instead it involves a minimum of eight different men fucking her every month, it concentrates the mind. On their own, before they turn 24, they can overcome any hesitations they have about intercourse. Or they can arrange for artificial insemination either privately or through the public program, which offers free frozen sperm from a wide variety of donors listed in a catalog. There are not many fertility facilities required. Girls and women are generally very good at getting pregnant within three years if they have a strong incentive to do so. If they start at age 14, they have a full ten years to get pregnant to avoid the draft. The draft is not popular. However, women feel better about having the babies needed to keep society going since other women are also doing their part. When men are drafted, one required assignment for part of the time is child care. Most men find at least some glimmer of satisfaction with the work, and it tends to make them more enthusiastic about partnering with women who will inevitably have children. --------------------------------------------------------- "Anne, you're almost 23 years old. What are you going to do..." "Yeah, yeah, mom, you've been hounding me about this since I was 16. It took me a couple years to tell you I'm a lesbian, and getting fucked by a dick is an incredibly gross idea." "I accepted your orientation. But your wife Maria has a baby. She found a way." "Well, of course, we were both getting frozen sperm in the mail every month. For some reason she doesn't mind a dick that much either. I now get four doses every month from four different donors, and mix it all together before basting it up inside. I have orgasms with Maria before and after. What more do you want me to do?" "You know what they're going to do in the Center in a year... guys you've never met, guys you don't get to choose." "As if I don't know that... You know me, I thought tampons were a horrifying idea and never used any. My lovers know to keep out of my pussy if they have any inclination to go exploring. I had to work with my therapist to be able to even use the baster up there." "You told me she said you were in denial about your female nature." "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can just fix it..." She felt a sudden surge of anger. "I got an idea..." She called to her father in the next room, "Hey, Dad, will you fuck me? I need to get fucked, and you're the man I love most..." She heard her father give a big sigh from the other room. "Very funny," said her mother. "But you know lots of guys. Maybe a gay guy, so you'd know he doesn't like the idea any more than you do?" "That won't help." "Maybe get drunk and just stick your butt up in the air so you don't have to see them, and no part of them touches you except the one part you need." "Yuck." "Well, you know in a year they'll have you on your back, guys you've never met, lying on you, looking horny, stuffing you with it --" "Yes, I know!" shouted Anne. "But there is a new idea. It's IV sedation. They give you this drug so you don't remember anything. You may find it disgusting, but you won't remember finding it disgusting." Anne sighed. "I guess that would be an improvement. Couldn't they just knock me out completely so I'm not aware of it at all?" "That's harder. The guys say it's a step up from doing it with a corpse, but not much. The pregnancy rates aren't so good either. But with the IV sedation you're clearly alive and awake, and they like that a lot better. Works better too." "What if I'm screaming and struggling?" "The sedation part of the IV means you can't struggle much and are kind of dopey. And if you're just crying a little, well, that even turns some guys on." "Gross!" She paused and sighed. "All right, you arrange it, but I don't want to know any of the details. None." "Very well. You let me know when you're most likely to get fertile, and they'll set aside a window of a couple days, and time it exactly with your temperature." --------------------------------------------------------- Julian was a bit nervous going into the "green room". "You're the new guy?" said one of the others, offering his hand. "Julian, yeah," he said. "How does this work?" An older guy said, "You stick your dick in the girl, fuck her, and come inside. Think you can handle it?" There were smiles all around. "That much I got from the brochure." There was no brochure. "How were you guys chosen?" "I'm the son of one of her mother's friends. She's the one who arranged it." "And I'm the son of another one." "I'm one of her favorite teachers from high school. I guess her mother thought I deserved a reward... And besides, she owes me." None of the others followed up on that. "So, women networking," said Julian. "Kind of. I guess she's also choosing a father for her grandchild, if all goes well." "They say girls don't go for this procedure unless they're really desperate," said Julian. "Yeah, and have a phobia about cocks or something. And she's 23, so I can see the desperate part there. How were you chosen?" "I've had success in the past, fucking girls pregnant when other guys hadn't worked. A couple of kids that way." He held up his arm, showing off his biceps and smiling with mock pride. "So since we haven't made her pregnant in the past couple months, they're bringing in a pro too?" Julian shrugged. "I've never done it with a drugged girl." "Well, the way it works is we all get naked and go in together. They say guys give better sperm if they can see there's a competition. Like really see it... the other guy's dick going in and out, or the other guy ready to go when they're done. And we stay around even when we're done. Motivates the later guys, I guess." The door from the "operating room" opened and a man stuck his head through. "Ready to go," he said. The four of them stripped naked and went into the room. There were a couple vanilla porn movies running on big monitors. In the center of the room was a padded table with the patient on it. She was naked, legs spread wide. The only element a bit out of place was the IV tube in her arm, and the anesthesiologist several feet away looking at monitors. Julian saw the other guys' cocks growing. The teacher was stroking his gently. One of the sons-of-mother's-friends looked at the other three for implicit permission, then mounted the girl. "No..." she moaned softly as she saw the guy's face above her. "Sorry, honey," he said. "For your own good." He aimed and shoved in. Julian could see his shaft disappearing up inside her. He held himself up above her and thrust in and out. "No, please, no," murmured the girl softly. The guy's eyes were closed, while his face showed his growing pleasure. Julian noted that his own cock had gotten very hard watching. The guy held his breath at his moment of climax, then pulled out, saying, "Sorry, Anne" as he dismounted. The teacher mounted next. "This... this is rape," murmured the girl. "Yeah, it is, kinda, but if you don't get pregnant now, it will be industrial-scale rape at the Center. And as for this, you won't remember a thing tomorrow." He thrust in and out. He let himself down on her, chest to chest. Anne's breasts were sizable. "No, no..." said the girl, eyes glistening. The teacher took his time. It was maybe five minutes when he finally gasped and groaned. The third guy motioned for Julian to go next, but he shook his head. He wanted to be last. Anne had stopped talking. This guy also held himself up like a sea lion, but he fucked harder and faster than the others. Julian noticed that the first guy's cock was hard again, while the teacher's was soft. "For your own good," he grunted. Her whole body moved up an inch on the table every time he thrust in. He finished up in about two minutes, with an "Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK that's good!" So it was Julian's turn. He thought they weren't being creative enough. He started by kneeling and sticking his cock in her face. "See, this is what I'm going to slide into you." "No!" said Anne, recovering some of her energy. "Yes, I'm going to stick in. And fuck until sperm comes out the end -- here, see?" He pointed to the opening in the tip of his cock. "That's how we humans make babies. And you ARE going to get pregnant, hear?" "No..." murmured Anne, then after a pause, "OK." "Here's what will feed the baby," he said, lowering his mouth to her right nipple and sucking energetically. Anne closed her eyes and didn't say anything. He switched to the other side and sucked some more. "And now we get to the fucking part... You want me to shove my cock up your pussy?" "No!" said Anne. "Oh, yes, you do. You don't know it but you do. You really want to get pregnant, deep down... Feel it sliding in? ... Of course you do... You got a cock sliding in and out of your vagina, fucking you." "No..." "Yes... It's fucking you and going to make you pregnant. You got a man fucking you." He rubbed his scratchy cheek against her soft one. He bit her ear gently, and breathed heavily into it. He thrust a bit harder and then groaned, then pulled out. Those watching would think he had had an orgasm. "So, all done for the day?" he asked. Anne seemed to relax. "Wrong! Not done yet!" He surged his cock back up inside her. Anne groaned and tensed a little at the renewed intrusion just when she thought she was all done. Julian fucked away, keeping up a lewd commentary. After twenty minutes, he said, "You're getting fucked up the cunt by a big man dick, right?" Anne hesitated and nodded. "That's how women get pregnant, right? You want to get pregnant, right?" Anne nodded again. Julian adopted a low, guttural tone. "I'm a rude man, fucking you up the cunt. I'm gonna spew sperm and make you pregnant." "No..." murmured Anne. "Yes!" he said. "You wanna get pregnant, right?" After a long hesitation, Anne nodded. "You just say, 'I wanna get pregnant' over and over while I finish fucking." "Uh, I wanna... pregnant," said Anne. "Gonna flood your cunt with sperm, babe," he continued. "That's how it happens. Say 'Flood my cunt with sperm!'". "Give me sperm," said Anne weakly. "Nah, nah, say 'cunt'. Say the word 'cunt'. Say 'I got a cunt and you gotta flood it with sperm'." After a hesitation Anne repeated what he said. "Again!" Julian locked fingers with hers and pressed her hands back on the table, leaving her in a position of surrender -- hands up. Anne repeated it again. Julian thought he saw the barest hint of a smile, but it quickly faded. "Yeah, babe, cock up the cunt, way up tight. Right where it goes. Sperm coming out almost. Think of the sperm that's gonna make you pregnant. But say it again, with the 'cunt' part." Anne did. Julian lowered himself onto Anne so she took all his weight, keeping their fingers intertwined. He bit her earlobe and grunted, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck... sperm coming... NOW!" he said, mouth still at her ear. He held himself in tight as his cock disgorged its load. "You wanna get pregnant... you gotta admit you're a cunt, and... getting me to fuck you up the cunt like an animal is how ...it's done, right? Now you say 'Thank you for making me pregnant!' " Anne hesitated. "Say it! 'Thank you for dumping sperm in my cunt and making me pregnant'." After a hesitation, Anne repeated the more complicated version. Glancing to the side, Julian saw the anesthesiologist staring. When he sensed Julian's look, he quickly returned his attention to his monitors. --------------------------------------------------------- "Did you hear, Linda, Anne's pregnant! It finally worked!" "Oh, goodness, I'm so glad." "Seems the father's that ringer they brought in. Sorry it wasn't Mark." "Oh, that's fine, the important thing is that it worked!" "Did Mark say anything about what it was like, with all of them in there, when they did it to her?" "He didn't say much. I asked him, but he hesitated and said, 'You don't want to know.' " "I guess that's right, I don't want to know, and Anne surely doesn't want to know. As long as it worked, I'm happy. She won't have to go to the center!" ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.