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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Breeders' Club - by - The StoryMaster

   The year is 2042 and President Chelsea Clinton has just handed down a
bill to both the Congress and Senate outlawing natural conception and
childbirth.  Majority seats in both legislative branches of the government
have for several years been held by Congresswomen and female Senators. 
Thus, the bill is quickly passed with little opposition.

   Our story begins two years after that fateful day.

   "I can assure you sir, it's a solid investment." Matt said imploringly
into his personal communicator from which the image on the tiny screen
stared back at him with unveiled skepticism.

   "It's too risky, Mr.  Adams, the man in the monitor replied with a
businesslike calm.  "With the new ordinances curtailing practically all
natural sexual acts in place, the chances of our getting caught and jailed
are simply too great.  Do you realize the security issues we'd be facing?"

   "We can handle all that.  I've got everything all worked out," Matt
argued.  "Just let me upload the specs of the operation to you.  You look
them over, and then tell me it isn't a masterful plan." Matt was
challenging the powerful man on the other end of the link, a potentially
foolhardy thing to do.  But he was so sure his idea would be a huge
success, he was pulling out all the stops in his effort to persuade.

   After a moment of silence heavily laced with tension, the man in the
small monitor replied.  "Very well, Mr.  Adams.  Send the data and I'll
review it."

   That's how it had all begun.  Now, after many, many months of
preparation and hundreds of thousands of credits invested, "The Breeder's
Club" was ready for its grand opening.  This inaugural event, however,
would be a bit different than most gala affairs.  No floodlights would
light the evening skies.  No crowds would assemble to watch celebrities
arrive in limousines, the location of the facility being a carefully
guarded secret.  No dignitaries would pose for the media at a bawdy ribbon
cutting ceremony, although more than one "dignitary" would surely attend.

   Actually, the guest list for tonight's sessions was limited to fifteen
participants.  In the future Matt Adams hoped to be able to provide a
greater number of subjects per session, but for this his first evening of
business, the Club would be limited to a smaller number.  Although his
boarding facility was capable of handling up to fifty subjects at one time,
Matt was currently constrained by staffing problems as well as a myriad of
other minor annoyances and operational details.

   Matt was quite proud of the initial successes of his collection
department and rightfully so.  For in his dormitories he presently housed
thirty-six young women from the age of seventeen to twenty-eight.  All had
been tested for fertility, and all but two were deemed by his staff
physician to be capable of conceiving.  The other two were currently being
given fertility drugs in hopes they might be ready for service at a later
date.  The menstrual cycles of his girls were closely monitored, and the
fifteen selected to participate in tonight's session were certain to be
ovulating .  All were ready to be fertilized in the manner in which God
intended.

   God might have intended it, but not a one of Matt's subjects had any
intention of consenting to such a program.  Up until the time a subject is
introduced to her mate for the evening, she is basically unaware of her
fate.  Thus a great deal of sport is enjoyed by Matt's clients as they go
about seducing the female of their choice.  Matt had a plan already in
place for segregating out those women who've already been bread.  He
realized that a certain amount of rumor was bound to spread throughout the
ranks of his stock, but by keeping the new recruits separated from those in
gestation, Matt hoped to reduce such problems.

   You see, in today's matriarchal society with its strict laws regarding
natural sex, the male had all but become obsolete.  Women headed most of
the larger corporations as well as holding powerful government positions.
From an early age, young girls are taught to shun men and to repulse any
attempts by them to procreate.  Offspring were in essence 'manufactured'
using advanced cloning methods.  And wouldn't you know it, the female of
the species tended to lend itself to the cloning process far better than
the male.  Thus women today, outnumbered men practically twenty to one.

   It's no wonder then that there existed a certain amount of resentment on
the part of the male faction of the population.  Because of the oppressive
laws and ordinances, however, this attitude of resentment had to be kept
well hidden.  In 2045 laws were passed that made any act of attempted
seduction of a female by a male punishable by death.  From this hidden
disaffection, was born what might be called a sexual underground, and the
fires of indignation and rancor within the male population burned all the
brighter because of oppressive regulations.  It was upon this very
bitterness that Matt Adams founded "The Breeder's Club." Matt was able to
convince his investors that his enterprise would be immensely profitable.
Tonight would be the litmus test.

   Matt stood at the entrance to greet his guests.  At the appointed time,
fifteen gentlemen entered, shaking Matt's hand as they filed past.  Each
looked excited, and a few even expressed their thanks for being included on
the inaugural guest list.  Matt smiled graciously, assuring his guests that
they would enjoy the evening.  All were then escorted by members of his
staff to the preparation area.

   When all was in readiness, Matt, dressed in evening clothes, stepped
into the spotlight of the raised dias.  Before and below him yawned The
Arena.  It was an oval shaped paddock fifty feet long and twenty-five feet
wide with heavily padded walls about twelve feet high.  The floor was also
padded with the same material that wrestling mats are constructed of. 
Surrounding the Arena were tiers of stadium style seating.  Although the
seating capacity of the room was over one hundred, tonight's observation
guest list was limited to Matt's investors and a few close friends.  High
above the far end of the arena floor a huge video monitor was hung.  On it
scrolled the faces of tonight's female participants along with their names
and ages.  Matt watched as one pretty face after another flashed up on the
big screen then slowly faded to black.  He smiled inwardly as he looked
around the observation gallery and saw that all of his guests had arrived
and were currently transfixed by the big video display.

   Stepping to the microphone, Matt began, "Good evening, gentlemen and
welcome to The Breeder's Club.  Before we get started with the evening's
entertainment, I want to explain what you will be seeing for the first
time." Matt paused, smiling magnanimously.  "Tonight you will be treated to
the first Breeder's Rodeo.  It is a contest, the grand prize being a season
ticket to The Breeder's Club.  The rules are quite simple.  The clock will
start when the female subject is released onto the arena floor.  It will be
stopped when she is inseminated.  The guest who is able to mate with his
subject in the shortest amount of time wins.  All of our guest participants
have been instructed that physical violence must be kept to a minimum. 
Should he deem it necessary, the referee will issue a verbal warning for
the first incident of unnecessary roughness.  Time will be added to the
participant's overall time for each subsequent infraction.  We wish to
breed our young ladies, not injure them.  You have all been provided with
programs for tonight's event.  In them you will find additional information
on each of our female subjects.  Please take the time to look them over, as
all will be available for private liaisons at a later date.  And now
without further delay, let's begin tonight's entertainment."

   As Matt stepped out of the spotlight to a round of applause, a door in
the padded wall at the far end of the arena opened and through it stepped a
man dressed in a black and white stripped shirt.  After turning on his
remote mic belt pack the referee began, "Good evening and welcome to the
Breeder's Rodeo." Another round of applause from the audience.  "Tonight's
first contestant is ready for action." Behind the referee the door opened
again and out stepped a man dressed in a red jump suit.  He stepped up to
the referee's side and waited with his hands folded in front of him while
the announcement continued.  "Our first subject for the evening is Jillian
Watson," the ref read from his crib sheet.  On the overhead monitor, the
picture of a lovely blond appeared.  "Jillian at eighteen years old is a
fine, healthy young woman.  Our staff physician assures us that Jillian is
highly fertile at this time and is only waiting for the right man.  Jillian
is an athletic girl and should provide us with some excellent
entertainment." Then, turning to the man in the jump suit, the referee
said, "You understand the rules?" The man nodded.  "Then let the show
begin." The referee then stepped back, leaving the man in red standing
alone.  A few seconds of silence followed before at last the referee's
voice boomed over the P.A.  system, "Gentlemen and honored guests." A
pause....  "Jillian Watson."

   Another door at the end of the arena snapped open and a young woman was
ejected into the spotlight.  The door then closed quickly behind her. 
Dressed in a white jump suit, the woman stood shielding her eyes from the
bright light while she tried to get her bearings.  She didn't notice at
first the man in red advancing toward her.

   Jillian Watson was still looking around in a state of confusion when the
man in red tackled her.  Applause erupted from above when Jillian screamed
and began to pummel her attacker in an attempt to escape his advances.  The
man proceeded to crawl on top of Jillian, fumbling with the zipper of her
jump suit.  When she slapped his hand away from the zipper at her chest,
his hand instantly dropped to her crotch.  Jillian had been given only the
white jump suit to wear this morning after her shower.  Beneath the suit
Jillian wore nothing at all.  So when her attacker began to squeeze her
down there, Jillian received the full sensation of being handled like she'd
never before dreamed of.  Panic set in as Jillian instinctively brought her
knees upward in an effort to protect herself.  This action had the
unexpected benefit of throwing the man off of her momentarily.  Free for
the moment, Jillian rolled onto her belly then began to scramble away on
her hands and knees.  She hadn't gotten five feet, however, when a hand
closed around her right ankle.  In an instant a powerful arm encircled her
waist.  Then her long blond hair was seized and her head tugged backward.
Jillian was forced to stare upward directly into the dazzling blue/white
light of the overhead spotlight.  The audience roared.  Her attacker now
knelt behind Jillian between her knees.  He then quickly grabbed another
fist full of Jillian's shining hair directly behind her head.  Pulling back
hard on her hair, the man shook Jillian's head unmercifully.  This served
to distract the young woman long enough for him to reach beneath her chest
with his free hand.  Grasping the oversized tab on the zipper of Jillian's
white jump suit, the man in red jerked the zipper all the way down to her
lower abdomen.  Jillian felt cool air on her bare breasts and tummy.  She
had only an instant to reflect on her situation before the man released her
hair, and then with both hands he grasped the lapels of Jillian's jump
suit. With a fit of lust induced strength the man tore the cotton suit back
over Jillian's shoulders leaving the severed arms of the suit to slide down
to her wrists.  Another roar of applause resounded from above as her
attacker peeled the ruined jump suit back over Jillian's bottom then down
to her knees.  In only a matter of a few seconds, Jillian Watson found
herself naked and kneeling in a very vulnerable position in front of the
man in the red jump suit.  Noticing through the haze of rising panic that
she was momentarily free from his immediate grasp, Jillian tried once again
to escape.  Unfortunately her knees were wrapped in the remains of her jump
suit so all she accomplished was to fall forward onto the floor mat.

   "Easy, baby," the man behind her growled for the first time since he'd
gone after her.  "We're almost finished here."

   Jillian felt his powerful hands grab the inside of her hips at the tops
of her thighs as she was pulled backward into a kneeling position once
again.  Jillian thought she heard the soft rip of velcro before she felt
the hot, smooth object rub against her.

   Jillian was not a virgin.  Like all young women, her mother had
introduced her to the proper pleasure giving devices at the appropriate
age. But like 90 percent of females on the planet today, Jillian had never
had to endure the attentions of a male.

   The next several seconds were a blur in Jillian's memory.  She felt the
smooth object move up and down against her briefly.  Then as she was forced
to stare upward into the bright overhead lights, her back arched almost
painfully, Jillian Watson accepted her first penis.

   It wasn't really painful.  Jillian was not completely dry when the man's
organ first slipped inside.  She'd somehow secreted a small amount of
vaginal moisture.  Perhaps from all of the excitement.  It was more of a
surprise than anything else.  Jillian had penetrated herself with toys in
the past as mentioned earlier, but this experience was entirely different.
Much to her chagrin, Jillian actually grunted as the man entered her.

   "That's my girl," the man muttered with a chuckle from above and behind
her.  "How's it feel to be a real woman at last?  Huh, baby?" The man was
not brutal in his attack, nor was he gentle.  With a sudden forward thrust
of his hips, he forced the entire length of his rigid organ into the
waiting receptacle that was Jillian Watson.

   "Rruuhhh," Jillian groaned, throwing her head back involuntarily and
showering her strong back with her shining blond hair.  She felt the man's
presence in her very deepest depths.

   "That's right, honey.  You take the whole thing.  What a nice tight
little girl you are," her Jillian's mate commented.  "And now let's see
about making you a mommy."

   "Nnnoo!  Oh, please, God!  Nnnuuhh!" Jillian grunted as her lover rammed
her.  Understanding dawning on her entirely too late, Jillian tried to
escape the man kneeling behind her.  Unfortunately, he was much too strong
for her and he had the additional advantage of already being in a position
of control.

   From that point onward events moved rather rapidly.  As her lover began
to deliver steady, measured strokes to Jillian the arena became strangely
hushed.  For a few minutes, the only sound to be heard was the rhythmic
slapping sound of the man's thighs against Jillian's shapely butt.

   Unseen by either of the participants on the arena floor, the eyes of the
audience moved from the coupled pair to the big time clock then back to the
two lovers.  Several side bets had been placed among the guests as to who
would be the big winner of the evening's festivities.  So everyone was
interested in the first contestant's elapsed time.

   "11:31...32...33...34..." The seconds ticked off on the big digital
timer.  It was
completely irrelevant to Jillian.  It was all she could do to maintain

any semblance of dignity.  She felt like throwing up.  Never had she
dreamed of being subjected to such indignities.  The man gripped Jillian by
her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he had his way with her. 
"13:46...47...48..." Suddenly her lover's pace
became erratic.  Then without warning he rammed Jillian hard, smashing

the head of his horrible penis against her cervix.

   "Oww!," Jillian moaned.  "You're hurting me!" All she heard in response
was a strange gurgling sound from the man in red.  Suddenly he grabbed
Jillian by her tender breasts and pulled her torso up and back against his
hairy chest, his penis still buried deep in her birth canal.  Soon Jillian
felt his body stiffen and tremble against her back.  Shortly afterward she
felt the heat spread through her belly.

   "14:29" the time clock read.  "Oh, yeah, baby!" the man groaned as he
gave up his
second offering to his young blond partner.  Then releasing Jillian's

breasts, he raised his hands over his head, much like a rodeo cowboy would
do after having successfully hog tied a young calf.  Jillian, on the verge
of nausea, dropped forward to her hands and knees, the man's penis still
twitching inside of her as the crowd went wild.

   "Fourteen minutes, twenty-nine seconds is the time for our first
paring," Matt Adams said stepping back into the spotlight above the far end
of the arena.  "Let's all give contestant number one another round of
applause." After the ensuing cacophony finally died down to a dull roar,
Matt continued, "Please mark your program menus if you are interested in a
later meeting with the lovely Miss Watson.  She should be able to entertain
additional partners for another several months before reaching a stage of
pregnancy where intercourse is impractical."

   Jillian looked up in a daze into the dazzling spotlight.  Even as she
began to realize the full meaning of the terrible words of the unseen
speaker, her lover's tiny swimmers assaulted the toroidal shaped portal to
her womb.  Deep in the dark, warm environs of Jillian Watson several of the
troops made it through and began their race for the ovum waiting somewhere
ahead.

   Jillian Watson had just become the first female in over a generation to
be naturally bread.  After a few minutes, two attendants walked out onto
the arena floor and carried the first of the Breeder's Club success stories
away.

   But wait....  The evening is just getting started.
   To be continued...  SM