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Utopia
by Grumpy (address withheld)

***

In a future world, a young lady enters the state-church 
sanctioned breeding program. (M+/F-teen, 1st, orgy, mc, 
sci-fi, preg?)

***

"Dear, your draft notice arrived today."

"When do I report?"

"Two days after your birthday. I'm going to miss you 
very much."

"Thanks mom but we both knew this day was coming."

Although I would miss her, she wasn't my mother, only 
the woman assigned to oversee my development from the 
time I was identified as a candidate at age three. She 
had proven to be a good surrogate mother but she was 
always aware of her job. Although kind, she was also 
very strict when it came to following the 
parties/church guidelines.

We were now a secular nation controlled by a political 
party that appointed the supreme ruler sanctioned by 
the national bishop.

When the church and party had decided that it was in 
their best interest to purify the nation by limiting 
breeding to qualified individuals, the had instituted a 
policy of testing all boys and girls at an early age to 
identify those worthy of reproducing. They cast a wide 
net in the initial selection and the chosen were 
removed from their families, placed in a church 
controlled school system where they received the best 
possible education (within strict church/party 
guidelines). Those not selected were sterilized.

Candidates were tested each year to weed out those 
whose development, physical, mental and intellectual, 
did not meet standards. Those rejected were sterilized, 
assigned a job and partner and placed back into society 
to serve as workers for the greater good of the 
church/party.

At eighteen, I was to receive a final evaluation and 
would be assigned to the breeder program. The 
evaluation would place me in the breeder hierarchy, 
those rated highest would serve the party/church 
leaders, those rated lowest would serve the 
party/church rank and file. The candidates did not have 
a choice, they followed orders.

I reported to the draft inductee center on the 
date/time in my draft order. I and at least a hundred 
other girls were assigned our private dormitory rooms, 
given a orientation tour of the center and then 
assigned to class rooms where we would receive our 
induction lectures on what was expected of us and the 
rules we must follow.

Day two found me in the evaluation building. Based upon 
my record, I was assigned to group 'A' along with 
fifteen other girls. 

Fifteen weeks of lectures, training, and testing 
followed. In earlier days I had watched a movie about 
Geisha training. The type training we were receiving 
was to prepare us for the roll of Geisha in our male 
dominated society.

By the end of training. only three remained in group 
'A'. 

On completion of training, group 'A' was directed to 
report to the center's hospital. We were prepped for 
surgery but were not told what procedure was to be 
performed. 

On awakening from surgery, I found I had a bandage on 
my head. I asked the nurse what procedure had been 
performed on me but she shook her head and said I find 
out soon enough.

On the third day following surgery, I found myself 
along with the other two in the group laying on exam 
tables completely nude. We had so many monitoring 
devices attached we must have looked like aliens 
wrapped in a cocoon of wire. We could not see what was 
happening around us.

I tensed when I heard an authoritative voice ask if all 
was ready. On the affirmative from the various 
technicians, I immediately had a warm flush spread from 
my groin throughout my body. After a period of checking 
the readouts on the monitors, they were ready to 
continue. Within seconds I felt myself secreting 
vaginal fluids and had a building desire touch myself 
in order to find relief from the fire that was raging 
within. I would have mated with a broomstick if one had 
been available.

Just as sudden, the desire went away and embarrassment 
took it's place.

Testing continued, sometimes I felt warm and cuddly, 
other times I would have jumped a statue. 

The feelings were so intense that it hurt to not find 
relief.

When testing was finally complete and the monitoring 
devices/wires removed, a nurse pulled stirrups from the 
table, scooted me down to so that my bottom was on the 
end and placed my legs in the stirrups. She then 
proceeded to shave me as the doctors and technicians 
looked on. When shaving was complete, a thick salve was 
spread over the area shaved and rubber panties placed.

I wore the rubber panties for the next three days with 
the salve replenished at regular intervals.

A week later, group 'A' received complete new 
wardrobes. Every piece of new clothing was designed to 
accentuate our sexuality, we even had crotch less 
panties and bras with holes for our nipples. Stepford 
dolls, programmed, prepped and dressed, ready to do 
their duty.

Transport, in the form of a church jet, arrived the 
following day. We were escorted to the plane which 
immediately departed once we were on board. Five hours 
later we were approaching a runway on a palatial estate 
surrounded by acres of gardens and lawn. A limousine 
met the plane and within minutes we were at the main 
building. 

A matronly lady was waiting. She escorted us to our 
assigned rooms where I was met by a staff that had 
already laid my clothes and had prepared a bath. When I 
was bathed and dressed, sans panties and bra, I was 
taken to rather large room where approximately thirty 
men sat about talking, smoking cigars and drinking fine 
wines. The room went silent when I entered, all eyes on 
me, undressing me, measuring me, causing me to blush 
which generated chuckles from some of the men.

The other two members of my group entered shortly 
diverting attention from me. I glanced around the room 
until my sight settled on an older man setting quietly 
on a couch. The Bishop of the national church. He 
smiled when he noticed me and patted the couch. 
Training kicked in and I went and sat beside him. He 
said not a word, just looked at me with hungry eyes. 
The bishop made a motion with his hand and a voice rang 
out, "Gentlemen, it is time, take your places.."

The men arranged themselves behind the Bishop's chair 
leaving the area in front clear with only the two young 
ladies standing there.

"Brother John, you are first." said the Bishop in a 
quiet voice.

A man of about 50 stepped quickly from the group and 
approached one of the girls taking her hand and leading 
her to a couch.

Another man stepped from the crowd and took the other 
girl to an adjoining couch.

At a whispered command, both girls removed their 
dresses and stood nude facing the audience. 

There was subdued clapping and quiet comments about 
their beauty.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bishop touch a 
controller on the side table and felt the fire that had 
never been quenched, start burning brightly in my 
vagina. My nipples immediately hardened and I turned to 
the Bishop. He smiled and directed my attention to the 
two girls.

They placed them on a large pad in front of the bishop 
on their hands and knees, in profile, breast still 
young and firm, sagging slightly. The two men had 
removed their clothing and stood behind the girl they 
had selected, admiring the scene before them. Each with 
a hard penis sticking out proudly. They dropped to 
knees behind the girls, spreading their buttocks, 
caressing their ass cheeks, their inner thighs, their 
genitals. 

Almost in unison, they each pushed a finger into the 
place never before penetrated, causing the girls to 
wiggle their behinds. One pulled his finger out and 
turning slightly, stuck the finger in his mouth, 
tasting the juices coating the finger. Laughter greeted 
this action.

I felt the bishops hand on mine and turned towards him. 
He had slouched down somewhat, his pants open, a semi-
erect cock in his other hand. He motioned for me and I 
knowing what he wanted, took his cock in hand and began 
stroking it. He opened his legs, looking at me as I 
moved to my knees in front of him and lowered my mouth 
to engulf his prick. 

I had practiced many hours on rubber cocks at the 
induction center but the taste of a real prick excited 
me. I licked and sucked until the cock was fully erect, 
hardly noticing the gasp from the crowd as I assumed 
the other two had lost their virginity.

The bishop placed a hand on my head, pushing down, 
encouraging me to deep throat him. I felt the bishop's 
other hand slide down between us, just barely reaching 
my right eighteen year old breast, squeezing, pinching 
the nipple. The hand on my head was pushing harder, 
driving my head down until all of his prick was in my 
mouth and throat. 

I felt him swell and as the pressure lessened on my 
head, I started pulling back as he spurted his cum in 
my throat and mouth. I pulled back until I could see 
his cock before me, still oozing white cum. I took hold 
of the cock, stroking it, forcing the last drops from 
him and then I lowered my head and licked it clean.

He patted the couch and as I moved to set beside him, 
he handed me a napkin so I could clean my face. He 
glanced at his now wilted cock and I reached over to 
him stuffing it back into his pants and gently zipped 
him.

I glanced at the pad in front of us, men standing on 
the far side, nude, slowly stroking hardened cocks 
while they watched others take turns fucking the two on 
the pad. Some did not last long, sticking their cocks 
into the girl of choice, a few quick strokes, a 
clenching of buttocks, lifting their heads, eyes closed 
as they added to the cum running out of the abused 
pussies.

The bishop made another motion and a fully clothed man 
stepped forward saying "Enough, let the them recover, 
bath and rest before continuing in private rooms. You 
have your schedule."

The bishop touched the controller beside him and the 
fire started subsiding within me. The two girls on the 
pad reacted also, looking about them in a confused 
manner.

The matron appeared and motioned for the three of us to 
follow her. We were escorted to our rooms where staff 
awaited to again bath us and care for our needs. Food 
was delivered on covered trays and I enjoyed my first 
meal of the day.

As the remains of the meal were being removed, the 
matron entered and told me the bishop would be along as 
soon as he recovered and I should remain awake.

As I waited I looked about my room, noting the elegant 
light fixture hanging from the high ceiling, the 
intricate tapestries, the fine furniture, the padded 
table that occupied the center of the room. A double 
bed in a richly furnished adjoining room.

I thought about what had just occurred, these 
men/priest that on the following Sunday would be 
occupying pulpits in front of congregations, preaching 
the glory of the party and maybe God.. Talking about 
the sanctity of marriage and family (families for the 
chosen few). Attacking those that urged change. 
Reminding the congregation of their duty to tithe and 
to support the church/party with their every action, 
defending against those that would question the 
authority.

I got up removing the soft belt around my waist, laying 
it on the table as I headed for my dressing room. I 
rummaged through drawers until I found a sensible bra 
and least ornate panties. I dressed in casual slacks 
and a loose blouse.

I went back to the waiting room, climbed on the table. 
I fumbled with the soft belt, attaching another two 
belts to it, tossing the end belt over the elegant 
lighting fixture tying a slip knot and snugging the 
belt to the lighting fixture.

I felt the fire start in my vagina and knew the bishop 
would soon be here.

I thought of the great society in which we lived as the 
fire burned hotter and while standing on tiptoes 
slipped the loop in the belt over my head, stepping 
quickly from the table.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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