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.

The Breeders' Club Part Two - by - The StoryMaster

"Let's give another big round of applause to our first Contestant, gentlemen, shall
we," the referee said stepping from the shadows.  The brilliant arc light tracked on
him as he walked grandly to the center of the arena floor.  He turned, looking up
into the unseen faces of the opening night guests of the Breeder's Club.  "His
performance was entertaining indeed.  Wouldn't you agree?"  His rhetorical question
was answered by enthusiastic applause.  

The Ref. waited for several moments until the clapping began to dwindle.  Then
raising his hands over his head he said,  "Gentlemen and honored guests."  He paused
briefly for effect.  "Our second Contestant at tonight's Breeder's Club Rodeo is in
the gates and ready and raring to get started."  

A hush fell over the crowd.

"So... With no further ado... I give you, Contestant number two."  Turning, he swept
his hand toward the concealed entrance gate to the Arena.  

Another spot light winked on, bathing a narrow area of the high cushioned wall
surrounding the Arena floor.  Abruptly, an opening appeared, then widened.  To a
round of impassioned applause, a very large man dressed in one of the bright red
jump suits given to the Club's Contestants bound out onto the padded floor.

The Arena of which I speak is an oval shaped paddock fifty feet long and twenty-
five feet wide with heavily padded walls twelve feet high.  The floor is also
cushioned with the same material from which wrestling mats are constructed. 
Surrounding the Arena are tiers of stadium style seating.  Although the seating
capacity of the room is over one hundred, tonight's observation guest list is limited
to investors and a few close friends of Matt Adams, the man who conceived of and
built the Breeder's Club.  

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.

The big man in red shaded his eyes from the bright light, nodded to the referee
then gazed around the Arena floor.  


As the referee began to speak, an image gradually
materialized on the overhead monitor.

"Honored guests," the Ref. said in a proud voice.  "It is
my great pleasure to introduce to you our second
subject for this evening's entertainment."  Pointing
upward the man continued, "If I may direct your
attention to the scoreboard for a moment, please."  

He paused while all eyes looked up at the big monitors,
similar to what one might see over a basketball court,
suspended high above the Arena floor.  On the four
sides of the scoreboard giant flat screens portrayed
the face of a young, oriental female.

"Gentlemen, I present to you, Ms. Rika Nanako.  He slurred the word "Ms."
sarcastically, making it sound like "Mizzz".  " 'Mizzz' Nanako has been good enough
to join us this evening fresh from corporate America," the Referee narrated.  Ms.
Nanako is only nineteen years of age, and due to her mother's unexpected passing,
has just recently inherited one of the largest cloning labs in the world, making Ms.
Nanako a very wealthy and powerful young woman."  Many mutterings could be
heard from the audience when the Ref. stopped for a breath.  "I suppose I should
say that Ms. Nanako 'was' a powerful young woman prior to her arrival into our care
and custody."  Laughter erupted from the audience, then died away as the Referee
went on.  "Ms. Nanako has been thoroughly examined by our medical staff and has
been pronounced both healthy and able to conceive.  Like all of our subjects, she
has been with us long enough for her menstrual cycle to be determined and
documented.  We calculate that Ms. Nanako began ovulating this morning and should
therefore be sufficiently fertile for our purposes," the man explained.  

On the monitor above the attractive young oriental's personal data was displayed
for the edification of the audience, including her age, height, weight, hair and eye
color.  Additionally, her blood type, breast size, waist and hip dimensions and other
information specific to her genitalia was indicated.

The Ref. continued.  "During the course of our investigation prior to our acquiring
Ms. Nanako we uncovered some information that we feel will provide you all with a
most memorable evening here at The Breeder's Club."  He waited until he felt he had
the undivided attention of those seated above.  "We have discovered that Ms.
Nanako is an accomplished martial arts instructor and the winner of several well
known tournaments."  

More mutterings came from above.  The Referee held his arms up, indicating that he
wished for there to be silence before continuing his introduction.

"Because of her training, Ms. Nanako poses an obvious threat to the safety and well
being of our second Contestant, albeit he is quite a large man."  The Ref. glanced in
the direction of the big man who stood lit by the beam of another spotlight. 
"Although we enjoy seeing a lively pursuit prior to a successful coupling, none of us,
I'm sure, would wish to see one of our Contestants come to harm.  Therefore, for
this event, we will enlist the aid of two additional staff members who will serve as
Picadores, if you will."  

From yet another concealed opening in the high wall, two large men dressed in silver
body suits emerged, stepped into the bright beam of a spot light and stood at the
ready, hands behind their backs.

"For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term," the Referee explained to the
audience.  "Years ago, when the sport of bull fighting was popular, especially in
Spain and what was then, Mexico, Picadores were used to distract and weaken the
bull so that the risk of injury to the bull fighter or matador was lessened.  Although
our Picadores will not be mounted on horseback for obvious reasons."  He paused
for a bit of comic relief and was rewarded by sporadic laughter from the audience
above.  "Our two rather stout volunteers should be able to offer enough assistance
to our Contestant to allow him to achieve his objective in a timely manner," the Ref.
elaborated.  "Should Ms. Nanako pose more of a problem than we have anticipated,
our Picadores will use the small stunners with which they are armed."  

As the Referee continued with his explanation the two men dressed in silver held up
two shining rods approximately eighteen inches in length for the audiences'
inspection.

"These devices will in no way injure Ms. Nanako, nor will they render her
unconscious.  The tuned pulses they discharge will cause only partial paralysis to
that area of the subject's body contacted.  Technically speaking, they interrupt
nerve impulses sent from the brain to the motor nervous system, thereby rendering
a given muscle or muscle group less responsive.  The effects are temporary,
however, they are cumulative.  In other words, if the same area of the body is
contacted more than once, a greater degradation of muscular control is achieved.
Many of you will wish to know whether or not the stunners work through clothing.  I
can assure you that it does."  

Again he paused, letting the information sink into his audience.

"Well if there is no objection, I suggest we get on with this evening's
entertainment.  I'm certain our Contestant is anxious to begin.  Come over here, if
you would, please, Sir."  The Referee beckoned for the man to join him in the center
of the floor.  When the man stood beside him, he continued.  "Do you understand
the rules of engagement?"

The big man nodded.

"Very well, then.  The timer will commence when Ms. Nanako enters the Arena.  It
will stop when you hold up a hand, indicating that you have inseminated her.  Is that
clear?"

Again the man nodded his understanding.

"Due to Ms. Nanako's reputed talents, we have provided support should you require
it.  You may call for the help of the two men dressed in silver as you deem it
necessary.  They will also monitor the contest, as will I, and will render assistance
should the need arise."  Then with a smile, he added, "I assure you, Sir.  You will not
be harmed.   Indeed it is my great hope that you will thoroughly enjoy tonight's
encounter, so much so that you will tell your friends about us."

The big man dressed in red, returned the Referee's smile, then reached out and
shook his hand.

"Gentlemen and honored guests," the Referee called in his grandest voice.  "All is in
readiness.  So with no further ado, let the games begin.  Release Ms. Nanako,
please."

A hushed silence fell over the Arena as the Referee made a hasty departure.  Then
seconds later his voice boomed over the P.A. system.  "Gentlemen..." 

A pause.

"Ms. Rika Nanako !" he cried in his best ringmaster fashion.

At the far end of the Arena a doorway snapped open.  To a wave of enthusiastic
applause, Rika Nanako was ejected onto the floor.  The door then quickly closed
behind her.  Immediately sensing danger, the oriental woman assumed a defensive
posture.  

She was dressed in the customary brilliant white jump suit of the Breeder although
she knew not he fate at the time.  The outfit was made of a rather flimsy material
designed to tear away easily, but Rika knew nothing of this when she was told to put
it on earlier that afternoon.  She wore not a stitch of clothing beneath the jump
suit.  The undergarments she'd worn on the day of her arrival had long since
disappeared, and ever since she worn only the coveralls provided to her by her
"hosts".

 With one hand she attempted to shield her eyes from the glaring spotlight as she
cast her gaze about her.  Cautiously she moved a couple of steps away from the wall
behind her.  She noticed right away that the floor was padded.  Rika had a bad
feeling that things were going to get ugly.

She'd been in this horrible place for weeks, and still wasn't at all certain about her
immediate future.  So far she'd been treated well, even though she had absolutely
no idea why she was in this place, whatever this place was, and no idea how she'd
come to be here.  One afternoon many days ago, Rika had left home for the office
only to end up here.  She figured she must have been drugged somehow, but by
whom and for what purpose she didn't know.  

The staff members, if that's what they were, were courteous enough, for men, that
is.  But no one would answer her questions.  She'd been treated to a number of
medical examinations, many of which were of a gynecological nature.  The examining
physicians seemed very interested in her cycle of menstruation, asking her
questions about her timing and history and some embarrassing queries regarding
flow rates and ovulation.  

At one point in time, Rika had surmised that perhaps her company had something to
do with all of this.  Maybe they were testing her for some unexplained reason.  Rika
hadn't been in the chairwoman's seat for very long, so she didn't know all of the "ins
and outs" of the vast enterprise which she controlled, but Rika did know one thing. 
When she got out of this place and back to her office a lot of inquiries were going
to be made, and if no answers were forthcoming, a lot of heads would roll.  Even at
the tender age of nineteen, Rika Nanako was a ruthless business woman.

In addition to the male staff, who, oddly enough, appeared to be the ones in charge,
Rika met a number of young women of approximately her age.  Some were younger,
some slightly older, but all were attractive, healthy specimens of young womanhood. 
What struck Rika as truly bizarre was the fact that, like herself, none of the
women had any clue as to why they were in this place or how they'd gotten here.  It
was very perplexing.  Then, as the days passed, Rika noticed that some of the
women began to disappear.  At first this worried her, but then she decided that the
women must have completed whatever testing was required of them and had been
returned to their jobs and families.  

As a side thought, Rika wondered how on Earth their males could ever have managed
during their absence.  Rika had never taken a male companion even though her rank
and privilege certainly would have allowed her to.  Rika found most males to be
stupid and repugnant, and even the ones that were "altered" tended to be rude and
demanding.  

Rika Nanako certainly had no use what-so-ever for the male of the species.  After
all, she was in the business of populating the planet in a more civilized way.  Her
cloning operation produced healthy, genetically superior female human beings in
exactly the proper numbers to keep the population stable.  Unfortunately, even as
advanced as cloning technology had become, the occasional male was unavoidable. 
Left to their own devices, Rika and many women like her who now sat in the seats of
world power would have preferred that males be done away with altogether.  But
then there were laws which had to be observed, and after all, she and her collogues
conceded, "Males had their proper place."  One had to admit that they can lift heavy
objects better than most women.  They make a good work force dedicated to the
more menial tasks, and the ones that aren't "altered" are closely monitored, allowing
women to move freely around them without the fear of being attacked.  

Occasionally a male will "step out of line" with a woman.  There had even been one,
possibly two rapes reported last year.  The perpetrator can be sure that he will be
dealt with swiftly and severely.  Society no longer tolerated sexual acts by males of
any kind and particularly those involving women.  Strict ordinances were passed
years ago, world wide, outlawing any and all reproduction by what used to be
considered "natural methods".  Billed at first as population control measures, the
regulations were quickly amended and remained in effect even after the population
crises of 2042 was resolved.  With cloning labs routinely producing fifty to one
hundred females for every male "accident", women quickly ascended to positions of
power, and the course of human history took a radical turn.  

"A turn for the betterment of humankind," Rika and most of the women of her
generation would cry.  "We have ended the wars that were waged by men.  Gone are
the brutal crimes perpetrated upon society by the male of the species."  This was
their victory anthem.  But for many, these times of "prosperity" under matriarchal
rule were known as "The Dark Years", and men like Matt Adams, the founder of The
Breeder's Club were making every effort to put things right.  Indeed, Rika Nanako
had no use what-so-ever for the male of the species...

She was about to discover, however, that a few males of the species had a decided
use for her.

Realizing that the female was all but blinded by the spotlights, the Contestant
silently approached his quarry.  He'd observed the previous Contestant carefully,
and decided against a frontal assault, partly because of the woman's training, and
also because he believed that he could hug the wall just outside of the light, flank
her then lunge from behind.  He knew what he was doing.  He'd had some training of
his own in the resistance forces.

The lights were dazzling, and Rika thought she heard hushed voices from
somewhere above her and out of sight.  Looking around only caused her to become
disoriented.  "Those damn lights!" she swore under her breath.  She thought she
saw movement to her right.  Quickly she turned, but could see nothing outside of
the brilliant circle of light in which she stood.

What she'd seen was one of the Picadores wave his stunner, causing the spotlight to
flash briefly off of its polished surface.  The intentional distraction had served its
purpose.  When Rika turned to her right, behind her and to her left, the Contestant
moved quickly along the wall.  He was a large man as mentioned earlier, but he was
also quite poised and nimble for his size.  He moved like a dancer with stealth and
grace.

The time clock on the overhead scoreboard read "2:19".

When he hit her, Rika was taken completely off guard.  She'd just taken two or
three more steps toward the center of the floor in a vain attempt to escape the
circle of blinding light which, of course, moved with her, when his high, flying tackle
caught her in the middle of the back, snapping her head back so violently that Rika
saw white sparks flash before her eyes.  It was a wonder he didn't fracture her
spine.

He heard her breath escape in a rush when he made contact.  "Dizzy bitch!" he'd
thought just seconds earlier when Rika moved farther away from the relative
safety of the wall surrounding the Arena, giving him a little more room to build
speed before tacking her down.  

It was a perfectly timed assault.  Just as Rika lowered her arms to her sides for
reasons he would never know or care about, he hit her.  Center of the back, just like
he'd been trained.  "Knocks the wind right out of them," his sergeant used to say. 
"Course if you're not careful, you can snap their necks."  The two of them hit the
padded floor instantly with him on top of her.  She wasn't hurt bad, he could tell,
because he felt her move weakly beneath him, but she was stunned senseless and
therefore vulnerable.  Surprise was in his favor as he rolled his two-hundred twenty
pounds to one side, grabbed the woman by her right shoulder then flopped her over
onto her back.  Her dark eyes were dull and unfocused from shock.  Surprisingly,
she managed to raise one hand to his wrist when he grabbed the oversized nylon tab
on the zipper that ran the full length down the front of the white jump suit.  If she
was trying to stop him, she failed.  With an audible "zippppppp", the front of her
jump suit was opened to the crotch.

"Was that clapping she heard?  No way!"  Her thoughts came to her as if from a
great distance.  Rika knew full well that she was in imminent peril, but she was
simply too stunned to do anything about her rapidly deteriorating situation.  She
was vaguely aware of the weight of the big oaf atop her, but she was extremely
disoriented, she hurt like hell, and she could hardly breathe.  When she first felt his
big hand on her person, Rika began to take notice of her surroundings.  When he
began to mall the tender flesh of her breasts with his calloused paw, squeezing her
and pinching, Rika dug deep to find her center and to focus her muttled thoughts.

"Nice tits, bitch!" he growled.

The clock read "5:36".

It wasn't until Rika felt his hand drop to her tummy then slide downward that she
reacted.  Her move was as quick as it was unexpected.  "Get your hands off of me,
you troll!"  Rika cried as she twisted her body away from him on the padded floor. 
She surprised her attacker as well as herself by the ferocity in her voice.  "How
dare you touch me!" she screamed with white hot rage.

She had indeed startled him.  He would never have imagined that such a small girl
could have recovered from a hard tackle that quickly.  "But then again," he thought
as he made another grab for her, "it's all part of the sport."  What happened next
surprised everyone and would be talked about for a long time at The Breeder's Club.

As the audience looked on, the Contestant rose up on one arm and growled
something intelligible.  Perhaps it was adrenaline, or possibly the man simply
misjudged the woman's degree of awareness and fitness, but as he reached for her,
she rolled and straightened her right arm.  With a move so fast that no one in the
audience even saw it, the oriental female, caught the Contestant under the chin with
the heal of her hand.  The blow flipped the two hundred pound man over onto his
back were he lay dazed and staring blankly into the overhead spotlights.

The clock read "5:58".  

The crowd booed loudly from overhead as Rika scrambled to her feet, swaying
drunkenly and clutching at the lapels of the jump suit in an effort to cover herself. 
Rika was still very groggy, and the sounds of disembodied voices coming from
somewhere in the darkness above her only served to exacerbate an already bad
situation.  She turned in a slow circle, peering into the blackness above the high
walls of the Arena.  She was very dizzy.  She was also outraged at the prospect
that there were people watching while she was attacked.  "What kind of a crazy
place is this?" she said aloud.  

In the darkness somebody laughed.

"Who are you people?" Rika cried out in frustration.  "What do you want from me? 
Why won't somebody help me?"  She saw movement in front of her, someone
dressed in silver.  Help had arrived.  

The effects of adrenaline are usually short lived.  As Rika staggered in the direction
of the silver person, she was on the verge of blacking out.  Her back hurt so badly,
she could barely stand.  In her desperate condition, Rika had forgotten her training. 
She foolishly assumed that the big man who'd attacked her was incapacitated.  She
was wrong.  

Fortunately he was not in peak form, and his assault was as noisy as it was sloppy. 
Hearing him just in time as he rushed her from behind, Rika was able to step aside. 
As he went passed her, Rika put a leg out and tripped him.  Down he went.  She
stood motionless as he slowly regained his feet and faced her.  Rika felt her
strength returning slowly, and her mind was getting sharper by the minute.  She
cursed herself under her breath for not keeping an eye on the man, but felt that
she was in control of the situation finally.  Besides, she noticed not one, but two
individuals dressed in tight fitting silver suits were moving toward them.  They
would surely put an end to this madness.

The two strangers moved into the circle of light then stood to either side of the big
man dressed in red.  They each carried a shiny, silver rod.  For what seemed an
eternity no on spoke.  Then, looking directly at Rika, one of the silver men asked,
"Do you require our assistance?"

Rika was about to respond when to her unending astonishment, the big goon in red,
nodded his head and said almost sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess so.  She's tougher than I
thought and she hits real hard too."  Rika was flabbergasted.  She couldn't believe
her ears.  "Maybe you guys could slow her down just a little.  This is taking longer
than I thought it would."  He looked up at the scoreboard.  The time clock
thankfully had been stopped at "7:07".

The big man in red wiped a trickle of blood off his lower lip with the back of one
hand and began to circle Rika.  Rika was so astounded that once again, she failed to
react until it was almost too late.  The two silver men separated and started
flanking maneuvers, attempting to get behind her.  As Rika tried to watch all three
men at once, but that was quickly becoming an impossibility.  The silver man to her
right faked a move.  When Rika snapped her head in his direction, the big red man
lunged at her.  With the supple quickness, Rika kicked out at him with her left foot. 
At the same time she tried to monitor the others.  The red man, with surprising
agility, whirled to the right, dodging the potentially hurtful blow.  As Rika's foot
swept past him, the Picador to her left jabbed at her ankle with his shining wand. 
Even though it barely grazed the top of her foot, a gripping numbness traveled
quickly up Rika's left leg from the point of contact.  There was no pain involved, but
when Rika tried to put weight on that leg she found that she could barely stand on
it.  Her thigh trembled uncontrollably, and she could feel nothing from her knee
down.  Hopping clumsily, Rika pivoted on her impaired limb as the other silver man
moved in.  She only just able to get another kick off with her right foot while
balanced precariously on her wobbly left leg in time to fend off the advance of the
second Picador.  Unfortunately, the silver man was able to touch her calve with his
stunner.  In a stroke of what could only be called good fortune, Rika fell to the mat
just as the big man in red jumped toward her with his bear-like arms spread widely
apart.  His big right arm brushed the top of her head as his momentum carried him
past his target.  Rika rolled, then slowly got to her feet as all three men began to
circle her just out of reach.  The crowd roared from overhead.

The clock read "8:22".

She turned warily as the men circled her.  From time to time, one would lunge at
her, and each time Rika would lurch out of harm's way just in time.  She was tiring. 
That was the point.

"Ahhh!" Rika cried as a stunner touched her shoulder.  Instantly her right arm
became all but useless, hanging virtually lifeless at her side and leaving her
dangerously vulnerable to attack from that side.  An eery silence fell over the
Arena.  Only the attackers' shuffling feet could be heard as they circled, preparing
to close in for the "kill".

The Contestant lunged again.  Rika managed to connect with a raking blow to his
right shin with her leaden right foot.  The big man groaned audibly and himself, came
close to falling.  She didn't have time to gloat, however, because while she stumbled
to regain her balance, a Picador jabbed her left thigh from behind with his shining
wand.

The cumulative effects of the stunner were instantly apparent as Rika's leg
collapsed from under her, and she fell heavily onto her side at his feet.  As the
silver man bent toward her again, Rika tried to kick out at him, but her leg felt as
though it was made of clay.  Before she could think to attempt a parry with her left
foot, he touched her again with his wicked shaft, this time on her right thigh just
below her hip.  The silver man stood up, turned to the large man in red and said,
"That should slow her down for awhile."  Then he smiled and added, "The clock's
ticking."  

The Contestant nodded his thanks to the two Picadores then moved toward the girl
on the floor.  As he approached, Rika rolled onto her belly and tried to crawl away
on her elbows, dragging her useless legs behind.  The chase was almost over.  She
only made it a few feet before he was on her.

"Where ya goin', little lady?" he growled menacingly as he grabbed Rika by the back
of the neck and crushed her face to the padded floor.  At the same time he
grabbed the collar of the white coveralls and tore the garment back, peeling Rika to
the waist like a ripe banana.  She screamed, and the unseen crowd went wild.

"Let go of me, you son of a bitch!" Rika bellowed, then groaned loudly when her
attacker placed a knee between her shoulder blades and transferred a good deal of
his considerable weight onto her thoracic vertebrae.  She tried her best to free
herself.  Rika lashed out with her hands, but she couldn't reach him, and with her
legs largely paralyzed, her struggling was ineffectual, at best. "Let me go!" she cried
over the jeers of the invisible audience. 

"All in good time, little lady," the man on top of her said as he tore at the remainder
of the thin jump suit.  True to its design, the material ripped neatly at the seams,
and soon Rika found herself lying naked atop the tattered remains of the jump suit. 
"All in good time.  But first I gotta surprise for you.  With the help of these good
people here, I'm gonna make a real woman out of you.  Would you like that, baby?" 
He held her by the neck while he removed his knee from the small of her back. 
Then he swung his leg across her, straddling her lower back.  Rika shrieked and
struggled all the harder.  "Go ahead and fight, sweetheart.  I like a good fight," he
chuckled wickedly.  "But no more hitting.  You understand?  If you do, I'll ask these
helpful gentlemen to stun you again, and that won't be any fun.  After all, we want
to give the folks up above a good show, don't we.  I'll bet some of them have never
had a real woman before."  Then he leaned forward and murmured from just behind
Rika's head, "Hell, baby, I'll just bet you've never had a real man before either.  Am
I right?"

Rika twisted quickly and caught her attacker off guard with her right elbow to the
side of his head.  He groaned loudly, but somehow managed to maintain his hold on
her neck.  No matter how hard she tried, Rika could not escape.  He was simply too
heavy and powerful, and she was fatigued and partially incapacitated. 

"You shouldn't have done that, bitch!" he growled, crushing Rika's slim neck in his
vice-like grip.  "I told you no more hitting, didn't I?"  Looking up, he nodded toward
one of the men in silver.  "Do her shoulders.  I'm tired of wasting time with this
bitch.  What she needs is a damn good fuckin', and I'm gonna give her one she'll
never forget." 

"Nooo," Rika cried as one of the silver men knelt beside her.  

"Now you hold still, sweetheart," he said with a sarcastic smile before touching first
her right shoulder, then her left with his numbing wand.  In an instant, Rika was
helpless.

Meanwhile, the big man stood and unzipped the front of his coverall.  Rika couldn't
see him, but she heard the telltale sounds as he disrobed above her.  The crowd was
hushed.  She could do nothing to defend herself.

The time clock read "15:12".

"So much for the record, sweetheart, but hell, now I can take my time with you." he
murmured as he knelt beside her on the padded Arena floor.

"Nooo," Rika wailed.  She tried again to move, but all she was able to do was wallow
on her belly like a fish out of water.

"What's the matter, little miss?  Can't move," he taunted.  "Now don't you worry
your pretty little head.  As soon as I sink my cock into you, you'll be movin' that
sweet ass of yours all over the place, I guarantee."  He guffawed at his clever
humor.  While Rika lay horrified and defenseless, he grabbed her by the ankles and
spread her legs.  Rika tried to resist, but was unable to do anything to deter her
attacker from going ahead with his plans.  The man moved to a kneeling position
between her knees.  Rika moaned miserably when he placed his big hands, one on
each of her firm buttocks, and began to kneed the supple flesh, spreading her
cheeks widely apart then together.  "What a fine ass you have sweetheart," he
murmured.  "Ever had it in the ass?  Any of your little girl friends put one of their
toys up there, baby?"  

While he spoke, he slid one hand downward and between Rika's thighs.  Then, while
the crowd looked on from above, he touched her.  Rika's reaction was marvelous to
behold.  Even though her legs were virtually paralyzed, the young woman's hips shot
upward off the floor by a foot or more.  She was going to be a lot of fun.  

Rika thought she was going to be sick as his fingers moved over her intimate flesh. 
No one had ever touched her there, at least not a male, anyway.  Rika wasn't a
virgin.  When she was sixteen she'd given up her virginity to a special girlfriend.  It
had been a mutual offering for the two girls and a very special and loving occasion. 
Using thin, feminine stimulators, the two young ladies took each other
simultaneously.  Rika had been with only two other women since then, and certainly
never with a male.  She was a modern, civilized woman, and the very thought of such
a thing was appalling to her.

The clock read "18:44", but no one noticed.  

Down on the floor of the Arena the Contestant took his sizeable penis in his left
hand.  Then supporting his weight with his right arm he leaned forward over the
prostrate young woman.  The audience couldn't hear what he said to her as he began
to rub the head of his penis up and down between the round cheeks of her fine
bottom, but there wasn't a man in the audience who didn't wish to trade places with
the Contestant just then.  The young woman jerked her hips violently from side to
side in an attempt to escape her fate, but the man in red stayed with her.

He leaned close and whispered just as the tip of his horrible appendage touched her
most private flesh.  Rika cried out hoarsely in response and tried desperately to
move herself out of harm's way.  "We're off the clock, sweetheart, so we can take
our time.  We're gonna start off real slow.  You're gonna like it that way, I promise. 
You're gonna feel every inch of me as I move inside of you, and you know what,
sweetheart?  There isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

"Nooo..." Rika wailed as he pressed against her.  She was dry, and it stung badly as
the broad, smooth head of his penis forced aside her ample labia majora.  "He was
almost there!" Rika's mind shrieked.  He kept talking and talking.  It was driving her
insane.

"I'm gonna fuck you slow and easy from behind for awhile, sweetheart.  Then I'm
gonna roll you over, climb back inside that sweet pussy and fuck your brains out." 
His weapon at last found its mark.  "Oh, yeah, baby!" he groaned with pleasure as he
popped into Rika.  "You've got one fine pussy, baby.  So tight and hot."

Rika groaned too, but not with pleasure as she accepted her very first male lover
into her body there on the Arena floor of The Breeder's Club before the eyes of an
unseen and uncaring audience.  

Immediately he began the lewd thrusting that males like so much.  Rika thought she
was going to throw up as she felt his volume fill her repeatedly, and still he insisted
on whispering to her from just behind her ear.  

As he fucked the young woman slowly and evenly, the big man muttered, "You know
what else I'm gonna do, sweetheart?"  Rika grunted in response to a particularly
deep and penetrating thrust.  "I'm gonna fuck you 'til I'm good and ready, and then
I'm gonna dump my load inside of you, baby.  I'm gonna cum deep in your belly, back
where it's all warm and wet."  

The Contestant kept up his steady rhythm while he talked to Rika.  She felt the
heat of him all the way to her spine.  Her thighs began to tingle.  Rika thought it
was the effects of the device the silver men had used on her wearing off, but in
reality, it was her femininity instinctively warming up to the occasion.  

"The folks here tell me that this is your special time of the month, sweetheart. 
That's real good, cause I'm gonna make your day.  I'm gonna make you a mommy
today, little lady.  And I'm gonna look right into your eyes when I cum so I'll know
when you know.  Won't that be special?"

Rika groaned horribly to the rhythm of his love making.  Overhead the official time
clock counted off the minutes of her ordeal for the edification of the audience. 
She'd all but ceased her struggling.  The man was simply too powerful, and her arms
and legs would at best move only in an frustratingly sluggish.  All Rika could do now
was to endure.  And endure she did, face down, crushed under the man's two
hundred pound bulk, her supple, young body rocked back and forth between him and
the padded floor of the Arena.  It was for Rika, the single most dehumanizing
experience she could have ever imagined.  Even her own grunting seemed to be
uncontrollable, and those hideous, messy, wet sounds that now came from between
her legs.  Rika was utterly mortified and strangely subdued.  The sensations of
tremendous internal pressure and a strange, glowing, wet heat enveloped Rika's
muzzy consciousness.  She lay almost passively now, accepting him into her again and
again and again. 

Suddenly Rika felt an odd tremor pass through her lover.  He grunted something
unintelligible from just behind her head, then abruptly pulled out of her.  Thinking
that her suffering had at last come to an end, Rika gave an audible sigh when his
engine withdrew from her depths.  You can imagine her shock and dismay then, when
without warning the man grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her over like a wet
log.  Swatting at Rika's knees, he roughly spread her thighs, then rolled on top of
her once more.  The big man grinned down at her as he grabbed one of her breasts
in one hand and began to mall her tender flesh.  Without warning he plunged into
her once more.  His expression changed quickly as he started to get up a rhythm,
from one of condescension as he entered her to a patronizing look of contempt as
his delivery gained both speed and intensity.  

"You like it.  Don't you baby," he said when Rika
unconsciously moaned.  Breathless from
exertion, he huffed, "I can see it in your face,
and...." he paused and pushed himself deep inside
of Rika.  So deep that she could feel him up
behind her belly-button.  "I can feel you inside,
sweetheart."  He grinned wickedly.  "I can feel
you squeezin' me, baby."  He pushed with his
hips, forcing the head of his penis into areas of
her anatomy that Rika didn't know existed. 
Then abruptly, he ceased his thrusting.  With
his maleness buried deep inside of her, he simply
gazed down at his lovely quarry.  "Squeeze me,
sweetheart."  He waited.  "Yeah, just like that,"
he growled when Rika's internal musculature
instinctively flexed around him.

Rika groaned miserably and shut her eyes, trying to hide from the horror of it all.

"Don't close your eyes, baby.  I've got a special treat for you, comin' real soon, and I
want to know you feel it too when it happens."  He rocked his hips slowly from side
to side, grinding himself inside of her.  "You ready, sweetheart?  I think the
audience is getting bored.  Let's wrap this thing up.  What do you say?"

Rika opened her eyes and stared up at the man in both horror and contempt as he
began to move.  Faster and faster his hammering thrusts burst into her very soul. 
For reasons she would never understand, Rika, found that she was unable to tear
her eyes from his.  It was as though she were a sparrow locked in the lethal gaze of
a viper just before that final, fateful moment.

Without warning it happened.  Her lover maintained excellent self-control, giving her
no clue that he was about to deliver.  At first all Rika sensed was an unexpected
spurt of heat that touched her very near the center of her womanhood.  It tickled
almost.  When she looked up at the man above her, he gave her a knowing grin.  His
second salvo was more pronounced, causing Rika to shut her eyes and roll her head
to one side with a slightly pained expression on her face.  As the unusual warmth
began to spread throughout her belly, Rika turned back to her lover.   Her dark
almond shaped eyes closed then opened in a prolonged blink and an expression of
curious wonder graced her flushed face.  His third offering burst into her, causing
Rika's tummy to bulge from the internal pressures.  Rika's face at last registered
her horror as understanding dawned on the young woman.  A wet, spurting sound
came from between her legs.  Rika blinked again as hot, viscus fluid seeped from
around her lover and dripped between the cheeks of her shapely bottom.

"You know, don't you, sweetheart?"  He smiled at her.  Then looking up at the
unseen audience, the big man dressed in red held up his right hand.  Overhead, the
crowd cheered.  He dropped his hand and stared down at Rika, smiling as her body
instinctively milked his slowly softening penis.

For the first time since the horrible ordeal began, Rika got a really good look at the
man's face.  It was a face she would never, ever forget.  It was the face of the
father of her twin sons.

The time clock read "25:42".

To be continued in Episode Three...  SM