| What have I done? I was in the process of getting married and, by law, we had to prove compatibility on many levels, including sexual compatibility.
After the bioweapon had all but destroyed fertility, our laws had evolved to maximize harmony in order to ensure a safe and stable environment for procreation. Nowadays a stable marriage was required as a key to fertility. The big BioWar 35 years ago which reduced fertility to zero: All females were now so allergic to sperm their immune systems kept conception from happening. A treatment was developed to make it possible for a woman to "tolerate" sperm for long enough to conceive, so the human race was not under the same death sentence. |
What had I done? I'd been in the process of getting married and, by law, we had to prove compatibility on many levels, including sexual compatibility. Choosing to enter a monogamous relationship required fairly high standards-- and we fell short.
Oh, you've not heard this story? Well, after that bioweapon so many years ago had all but destroyed fertility, our laws had evolved to maximize harmony in order to ensure a safe and stable environment for procreation. Nowadays a stable marriage was required as a key to fertility. The big BioWar 35 years ago had reduced fertility to damn near zero: All females were now so allergic to sperm, so their immune systems kept conception from happening. A treatment was developed to make it possible for a woman to "tolerate" sperm for long enough to conceive and the egg implanted, so the human race was no longer under the same death sentence. |
| This was not without cost.
The treatments were specific. Fertility could be enabled within a woman for a specific man's semen. The treatments were temporary, only opening a limited window in which to conceive and get the blastocyst implanted. So the ability to design and fabricate the needed drugs for fertility was critical to the survival of the human race yet there were those who still seemed determined to destroy the race as a whole. |
| Even with the focus on reproduction there were still cases where fertility wasn't a "given". | Even _with_ the focus on reproduction there were still cases where fertility wasn't a "given". |
| Oddly enough, the folks who were upset over the issue of abortion all those years ago were now up in arms over the fertility boards-- and the fertility boards were serious business. I'd suspect that many people who didn't like the new status quo were unlikely to have descendants to share their views. There was now a surprising amount of power to these boards and checks and balances were still to be worked out. Each nation (and locality) had it's own set of priorities yet no one had the resources to push fertility up enough to build up and maintain an army. |
| We could not sustain a birth rate high enough to make it tolerable to lose people to war, so wars quickly died out as a means of acquiring resources. | We could not sustain a birth rate high enough to make it tolerable to lose people to war, so wars quickly died out as a means of acquiring resources, though not before using up a fair number of "surplused" males. |
| There were some breakthroughs in longevity, though, which helped to cushion the impact of our aging population, but even this technology didn't work for everybody.
Both my fiance and I were approved to reproduce, so all we needed was to pass the more stringent testing needed for a monogamous relationship. Due to the costs in producing a counter-agent for specific males, monogamy was no longer common. Both Pamela and I were aware of most of the tests needed performed for the monogamous relationship we'd filed for. We had the option (which Pamela didn't like) to add extra compatible women to our relationship which would be far easier to get approved. |
| If we failed this final matchup, we could challenge it, though such challenges are not welcomed by any of the various fertility boards.
Part of our school experiences includes the collection of a "mating profile" for each of us covering our personality, emotional "hot buttons" along with our genetic endowments; With these profiles, rough matches can be made for potential spouses and used before entering into dating. This is how we meet nowadays-- With the personality profiles we know what to look for and what to avoid. It's almost like tissue typing except that mating rejection spectra are clear where traits MUST NOT line up. Because of the nonexistent fertility of people at large, pregnancies couldn't happen outside an officially mated pair, so sexuality had only disease issues to deal with. At least HIV was finally extinct. There were enough other diseases that we had to be careful of since they'd remove any hope of being able to breed. To aid in disease avoidance we were all tagged with nanotechnic devices which would display colors in the skin around the navel; based on the color seen there we'd know their reproductive state and disease status... and a lack of color, seeing a flesh tone there, was something we all shunned since it was one indication of a Sexually Transmissable Disease. (Sure someone may not have the tagging devices, but it was better to be safe than sorry.) |
If we failed this final matchup, we could challenge it, though such challenges are never welcomed by any of the various fertility boards.
In the interests of our need to find compatible mates, part of our school experiences included the collection of a "mating profile". This profile covering our personality, emotional "hot buttons" along with our genetic endowments for eugenics planning and diversity requirements. These profiles enabled rough matches to be made for potential spouses and are usually consulted before doing any serious dating. This is how we meet nowadays-- With the personality profiles we know what to look for and what to avoid. It's almost like tissue typing except that mating rejection spectra are clear where traits MUST NOT line up. Because of the nonexistent fertility of people at large, pregnancies couldn't happen outside an officially mated pair, so sexuality had only disease issues to deal with. At least HIV was finally extinct. There were enough other diseases that we had to be careful about exposure since they'd remove any hope of being able to breed... which was one thing we were all taught the importance of. To aid in our disease avoidance we're all tagged with nanotechnic devices which would display colors in the skin around the navel; based on the color seen there we'd know their reproductive state and disease status... and a lack of color, seeing a flesh tone there, was something we all shunned since it was one indication of a Sexually Transmissable Disease. (Sure someone may not have the tagging devices, but it was better to be safe than sorry.) |
| Yellow navels are an active indication of disease; only another yellow should go near a yellow.
A green navel indicates the system is operating and was something I was proud of. I'd seen plenty of yellow tags in school. |
| Actually, anyone with a green tag usually wore clothing that exposed it to others; people who kept their tag covered were usually shunned, figuring that it must be yellow. |
| Women, however, have far more interesting tags. When a woman has been treated to allow fertilization the tag will be more aquamarine. Should fertilization occur, implantation will be reported by either pink or blue to report gender of the zygote. |
| I think Pamela was pleased by her green tag. | I think Pamela was pleased by her green tag. I admit to being smug about mine as well. |
| We accepted this broadcast of our health state since we could not risk the loss of reproductively capable people. Any infections threatening this were discovered as quickly as possible and were contained.
The developers of this tagging system had been concerned by various methods of circumvention, so the skin around the tags would not tolerate any kind of foreign substance (makeup, paint, etc) and the color would change intensity with heartbeats so that there was an active indicator of the system working as expected. |
| Pamela and I had been together for over 2 years, a time span that pretty much required us to make our commitment to marriage (and childbearing) or to split up and start over with others.
Our basic profiles were reasonably well-matched until we got to the sexual compatibility tests; I was inexperienced due to my fears of disease and being sexually stimulated by a machine while being shown many different pictures (including those of my intended) was not that comforting to me. All of this equipment allowed my various sexual responses to be gauged. |
So, at the point we filed for a monogamous relationship, Pamela and I had been together for over 2 years, a time span that pretty much required us to make our commitment to marriage (and childbearing) or to split up and start over with others.
So we had to go for extra testing. I'm told that the tests performed for polygynous relationships is rather less comprehensive. Our basic profiles were reasonably well-matched until we got to the sexual compatibility tests; I was inexperienced due to my fears of inadequacy so being sexually stimulated by a machine while being shown many different pictures (including those of my intended) was not that comforting to me. All of this equipment allowed my various sexual responses to be gauged. |
| I wondered how Pamela was dealing with this; she was even less comfortable than I when it came to sex. |
| We got down-checked as incompatible for a monogamous relationship and were suggested to either split up or to find others to join in a polygynous relationship. I was devastated seeing how Pam reacted; her intense displeasure was obvious to me.
I didn't understand why, but we were each given a list of available mates what could match our current (and more detailed) profiles. I wanted Pam and she wanted me, though, so we were reluctant to date, but the local Fertility Board got after us and we each were being pursued by the people on the lists we were given. Having potential suitors show up at the apartment Pamela and I shared was not the most comfortable I've been. Pam seemed ill at ease so my anxiety levels went up. It was 3 months before we were each called in to the local board for interviews on this case; I was being asked why I was so focussed on Pamela. Since she'd been my one and only, I hadn't looked further. I was told that if she wants me then there's a challenge procedure she needed to go through. We would be given a choice to either take the challenge or they'd select my mates for me. I was given two months. Pam had an interview as well and was given the same ultimatum. |
We got down-checked as incompatible for a monogamous relationship and were suggested to either split up or to find other women to join us in a polygynous relationship. I was devastated seeing how Pam reacted; her intense displeasure was obvious to me.
And I figured that I'd get the brunt of her irritation. It remained to be seen where we _could_ go from there. It wasn't like we'd be allowed to continue along childless. I didn't understand why, but we were each given a list of available mates what could match our current (and more detailed) profiles. I wanted Pam and she wanted me, though, so we were each reluctant to date others, but the local Fertility Board got after us and we each were being pursued by the people named on the lists we were given. Having potential suitors show up at the apartment Pamela and I shared was not the most comfortable either of us had been. Pam seemed ill at ease so my anxiety levels went up and stayed there. In some ways this was a stressful time. It was 3 months before we were each called back in to the local board for interviews on this case; I was being asked why I was so fixated on Pamela. Since she'd been my one and only, I hadn't looked further. I was told that if she wants me then there's a challenge procedure she needed to go through. We would be given a choice to either take the challenge or they'd select my mates for me. I was given two months. Pam had her own interview at the same time and was given the same ultimatum. |
| Pam and I talked it over and she seemed reluctant to challenge the compatibility test and she evaded the question. Unless we attempted a challenge there was no way to learn why we'd been down-checked, but it would take both of us to file a challenge. |
| And I didn't understand Pam's attitude. We would be split up if we didn't do something about this. It seemed like Pam was ignoring the problem. | Without that we'd be considered scoff-laws and sent off for "re-education", unless we either split up or opened ourselves up to more "wives".
I didn't understand Pam's attitude. We would be split up if we didn't do something about this. It seemed like Pam was ignoring the problem. |
| It took another month of pestering her (since I was being pestered several times a day by one available female co-worker too, it was only right that she'd hear about it from me) where we maintained our normal schedule of love- making (once a week) before she finally agreed. We filed our challenge and were given an appointment at the nearest office, two weeks on.
I was surprised to find three of the women on my list as compatible with me waiting in the room. One was a co-worker of mine named Kelli that had been working on getting more attention from me. I realized that we had enough in common but Pamela had gotten first dibs. Kelli expressed little surprise seeing Pam and I arrive. |
| We were told (in front of the others) that Pam didn't have enough interest in sexual activity to qualify as a wife and mother but was welcome to prove herself. Pam was not happy to hear this. It was explained that "keeping a husband interested" was critical to the kind of relationship we'd chosen (monogamous) and that Pam wasn't likely to maintain my loyalty and devotion with her lack of enthusiasm. There were other aspects to sexuality which would improve the possibility of fertilization that she seemed to lack as well. She was given some choices though-- enter into a polygynous relationship with the three women in the office with us or to challenge.
Pam was looking daggers at me. This didn't go unnoticed by the others in the room, though. I think I saw a predatory look cross Kelli and Toni's faces. Pam chose the challenge. I shrugged and agreed with her. She didn't seem any more likely to share me. If we'd known the consequences I don't know whether she'd have chosen differently, though I'd probably have backed down for her sake. |
We were told (in front of the others) that Pam didn't have enough interest in sexual activity to qualify as a wife and mother but was welcome to prove herself. Pam was not happy to hear this. It was explained that "keeping a husband interested" was critical to the kind of relationship we'd chosen (monogamous) and that Pam wasn't likely to maintain my loyalty and devotion with her lack of enthusiasm. There were other aspects to sexuality which would improve the possibility of fertilization that she seemed to lack as well. She was given some choices though-- enter into a polygynous relationship with the three women in the office with us, immediately, or to challenge.
I didn't realize what the challenge was really about. I suspect that few really do. I didn't realize that we were already being committed to a relationship with all five of us involved and that the challenge was NOT about Pam getting me all to myself... but that wasn't apparent yet. Pam was looking daggers at me. This didn't go unnoticed by the others in the room, though. I think I saw a predatory smile cross Kelli and Toni's faces. Pam accepted the challenge, still believing (as I did) that proving herself would get me all to herself. I shrugged and agreed with her. She didn't seem any more likely to share me. If we'd known the consequences of our signatures I don't know whether she'd have chosen differently, though I'd probably have backed down for her sake. |
| Kelli was the first of the others to ask "So why am I here?" "You three are here for Pamela to compete against for this man as a mate. By challenging the fertility board we now have the authority to decide who marries who. Given eugenic considerations we've decided that three fertile wives will be reasonable for him to service and assuming you three agree, all that's left is seniority. After their down-check you all went through a screening and were found quite compatible with Jack here. We already have his spectrum understood so it works both ways. Additionally we know about Pamela's interests, so, are any of you willing to share this man and have children by him?"
All three-- Kelli, Allison and Toni-- agreed and signed the challenge form. The smiles they directed at me seemed happy. |
| A tech led me away to a medical room where I was told to strip and get myself erect; Another came in with a device that was placed on my penis while I was erect, blinked a green light, and was removed. My erection faded quickly in this environment as I asked the female tech why this done. | A tech led me away to a prep room, like when I'd been in for our comprehensive tests, and told to strip and get myself erect. Another tech came in with a device that was placed on my penis while I was erect, blinked a green light, and was removed. My erection faded quickly in this environment as I asked the female tech why this done. |
| She replied curtly with "Measurements" as she left. |
| The first tech returned and led me, naked, to yet another room where I was placed onto a supportive frame, strapped down and wired up. This was reminiscent of my first compatibility tests but was a lot more involved. A lot of the wiring seemed to be attached to my sexual equipment and a sleeve held my dick in the loom of wiring. Another tech came in and, while the frame I was strapped into moved up and around, I realized that something was being anally inserted, triggering more complaints instead of unanswered questions from me. The only reply I got to my complaints was: "You chose to challenge the system to find you a mate. Because of that you must ready for the winners." When the activity level dropped around me I realized that I wasn't all that uncomfortable in this supportive structure, despite the IV running in my arm. | The first tech returned and led me, naked, to yet another room where I was placed onto a supportive frame, strapped down and wired up. This was reminiscent of my first compatibility tests but was even more involved. A lot of the wiring seemed to be attached to my sexual equipment and a sleeve held my dick in the loom of wiring. Another tech came in and, while the frame I was strapped into moved up and around, I realized that something was being anally inserted, triggering more complaints instead of unanswered questions from me. The only reply I got to my complaints was: "You chose to challenge the system to find you a mate. Because of that you must ready for the winners." When the activity level dropped around me I realized that I wasn't all that uncomfortable in this supportive structure, despite the IV running in my arm. |
| I didn't realize much of what was in store for me.
The large screen in front of me lit up and displayed all four women's faces along with some bargraphs at the side: Heartrate, respiration, blood pressure and... Lubricity? Vaginal tension? Cervical response? Capture ratio? The larger screen in front of me lit up to show the four women in frameworks much like the one I was in-- and they were thoroughly wired up as well. The techs there could be seen installing dildos onto arms between each woman's thighs. With lubricants placed on each dildo (which I realized was identical to my previously erect equipment, so _that_ must have been what the "measurement" was for) I glanced to the right and saw that, for two of the women (Kelli and Allison) lubricity was already over 10%, with Toni at 7% and Pam at 3%. Once each dildo was positioned at a woman's vaginal entrance, the techs stepped away and mirrors were put up so that each woman could see all three of the others. It was obvious that they were being kept fully aware that this was a competition. The voice of our counselor came onto the speakers and announced the rules: |
| "Since both Jack and Pamela chose to continue with their challenge, the only way they can achieve a monogamous relationship is if Pamela reaches climax before any of her challengers. If this does not happen, all four women will be bonded to Jack in a polygynous relationship. Because this would not be a voluntary choice, he will be bonded to all four women but will be conditioned to accept the authority of his senior wife. Seniority is selected by order of climaxes. Fertility is only guaranteed to the three most senior mates. Each of you women: pay attention to the others. You are in competition with all of them for this man. If you truly want to mate and have children of your own you will need to not be the last to reach your climax. | "Since both Jack and Pamela chose to continue with their challenge, the only way Pam can achieve priority in their relationship is if she reaches climax before any of her competitors. Pamela, all four of you will be bonded to Jack in a polygynous relationship. Because this would not be a voluntary choice, he will be bonded to all four of his wives but will be conditioned to accept the authority of his senior wife. Seniority is selected by order of climaxes. Fertility is only guaranteed to the three most senior mates. Each of you women: pay attention to the others. You are in competition with all of them for this man. If you truly want to mate and have children of your own you will need to not be the last to reach your climax. |
| "We will start the competition with Pamela..." |
| I watched as the dildo slowly slid into my fiance and saw only minor changes in the lubricity and vaginal tension scales; Cervical response didn't move.
The dildo stopped at full penetration. I found the sight arousing for some reason. |
I watched as the dildo slowly slid into my fiance and saw only minor changes in the lubricity and vaginal tension scales; Cervical response didn't move. Her face was pinched and angry. I'd been surprised to finally learn that even if she won this race she'd still have to share me.
The dildo sliding slowly into Pamela stopped at full penetration. I found the sight arousing until I saw her face again. |
| "Next is Kelli..." |
| Kelli's dildo slid in, and her graphs showed a much greater jump on all three scales. | Kelli's dildo slid into her, seemingly more quickly, and her graphs showed a much greater jump on all three scales. Her face told a story that looked like a happy one. |
| "Allison starts third..." |
| Allison's response was close to Kelli's as she was penetrated. | Allison's response was close to Kelli's as she was penetrated, and she moaned. |
| "Finally, let's get Toni into this competition." |
| Toni's penetration showed a sudden jump on the scales. Just on the first penetration, Pamela was a distant last. This didn't seem right; I thought Pam loved me but this did nothing for my confidence. | Toni's penetration showed a sudden jump on the scales. Just on the first penetration, Pamela was a distant last. This didn't seem right; I thought Pam loved me. This discovery did nothing for my confidence. |
| "All right, since Jack needs to be tied to you all, it's now Jack's turn."
I felt something deep inside me and I suddenly was sporting quite an erection. The sleeve on my penis holding the various wires and the like looked tight on me and I even felt like I was entering and then fully inserted in Pam, but I kept feeling a squeezing. I looked up and saw Kelli's face changing expressions between one of concentration and a smile in sync with the squeezing sensation I was getting. "We can now begin, all of the parties are in place and ready." And I felt like my dick was being pulled out of Pamela as the 4 dildos retracted from the women, and I felt-- and saw-- the return of the dildos to their fullest penetration. |
| My sensation of penetrating a woman was in sync with all four of them. I felt little sqeezes and the like which were a surprise to me and realized that I was getting feedback sensed by all four dildos. |
| Another announcement came up in a pause. "It bears repeating now that the first woman to reach climax will be the 'boss' of the marital unit. If you want the most authority, you should orgasm first. Jack's authority will be below that of his most senior wife."
It was definately planned that way-- with the way we were hanging, we couldn't help but pay attention. We all felt the slide out and back in... and out and in again, with a lot of sensory input for me. The main screen in front of me focussed on the various faces and on the penetration of each of my "mates", which, despite the situation, increased my level of arousal. This continued at a nice comfortable pace, getting us all a little bit tense given the fairly low rate of stimulation. It left me with just enough wits to look over at the various stats on my right. |
| Based on what I was seeing, Kelli was in the lead with Allison lagging only a little bit, but Toni was catching up. My heart sank when I saw that Pam was still way behind. | And I saw something that excited me: Allison's tag turned aquamarine. She was fertile... and could get pregnany with only *my* sperm.
Otherwise, I could see that Kelli was still in the lead with Allison lagging only a little bit, but Toni was catching up. My heart sank when I saw that Pam was still way behind. |
| I couldn't help but call out, "Pam, Hon, what's wrong?"
There was now no doubt we could all hear each other with Pam's reply, "We shouldn't have fucked last week!" The mechanical fucking slowed down, and the counselor spoke again, "So, Pamela, Jack, how often do you have sex with each other?" The machines paused as I answered "About once a week." No motion. I tried squeezing against the sleeve but that didn't help me much. It was now apparent that we were connected because Kelli and Toni both acted startled. "Pam, how often do you masturbate?" |
| She wasn't answering, but Kelli broke Pam's silence with "Just get this fucking thing going again. I'm so fucking horny!" | She wasn't answering, nor was she likely to. Kelli broke Pam's silence with "Just get this fucking thing going again. I'm so fucking horny!" |
| "Pam?" she was prompted.
Allison spoke up this time, "Pam, answer him right now or, when you're the most junior, I'm going to work your ass right off!" Toni also spoke up "What she said! Pam, you really don't want all of us pissed off at you, now do you?" "I don't masturbate. I've never needed to." The machines started moving again-- but at a slower pace. "Jack, how often do you masturbate?" I hesitated to answer, this wasn't something that Pamela would like to hear. The machine paused again. I quickly said "At least once a day!" The machines picked up again, going slowly. Kelli moaned and said "Thank you, Jack..." All but Pamela thanked me for not taking too long to answer. I noticed that Pamela's response scales had lost ground suddenly. I realized that the slow rate wasn't advancing any of us; Only Pamela, though, had lost any ground. While none of us was on the edge of orgasm, we were in a phase where we wanted to continue. The counselor spoke again, to Pam: "Pamela, You need to think about what's happening here. I've seldom seen a woman with such a deficit in response." With those words I saw jumps in excitement for Kelli, Allison and Toni, though Toni's was the biggest jump, and put her just behind Kelli's level of excitement, displacing Allison from second place. What seemed odd is that cervical response started jumping on Allison. "So how have you kept Jack so faithful to you?" She hesitated. Within seconds, the machines followed suit. Toni screamed this time: "When he asks you a question, you answer him, RIGHT FUCKING AWAY!" A small voice... "I was his first. And only." The machines restarted, slowly, again. As good as this felt it had been awful when it stopped. "Pam, were you a virgin?" She started to hesitate, but started talking just as the machine started to pause, "No, I wasn't." This time the other three women thanked her for not making the machine stop again. Pam's indicators jumped a little at that, and actually started to advance. I hadn't known this. "Pam, why do you want to keep him to yourself?" It felt like she was being humiliated in front of all of us. A portion of my heart ached for her, I didn't want to see her hurt, but another part was more than a little impatient. She didn't hesitate this time; I think she'd learned that we were all being conditioned as part of this challenge. "He's good to me. He treats me with respect. He doesn't push me into having sex." She was finally progressing in excitement but the rate left her with almost no way to catch up. "Pam, why did you even file for a monogamy instead of working out a polygynous relationship?" "I don't want to lose him. I would have lost him if we'd been forced to split up." I think with her willingness to answer quickly made it possible for us to work ourselves up towards our orgasms more quickly, so the machines sped up a bit. I had a ways to go (I'd learned to delay my climax with Pam since it usually took a while for her to approach orgasm) but I suddenly saw Kelli and Toni make a mad dash as their scales suddenly jumped for the finish line. |
| The biggest screen in front of me focussed on Kelli's face and she was suddenly screaming out her climax, straining against the restraints and, out of nowhere it seemed, I felt myself orgasm-- though it seemed that I didn't ejaculate despite the extra sensations running along my dick. Something seemed to hit me in the head with this sight. | The biggest screen in front of me focussed on Kelli's face and she was suddenly screaming out her climax, straining against the restraints and, out of nowhere it seemed, I felt myself orgasm-- though it seemed that I didn't ejaculate despite the extra sensations running along my dick. Something seemed to hit me in the head with this sight. There was something about seeing her face like this that made me feel funny inside, but the orgasm I was feeling probably accounted for that. |
| Suddenly Toni's brown face came into focus as she orgasmed and I felt the same sensation of a dry orgasm as we rode this together. The sensations on my dick must have been gathered from the women because I hadn't felt anything like that before.
I looked to the statistics screen and saw that Pam's excitement had jumped pretty far along, but, despite the slow pace, Allison was a shoo-in for third place. Both Kelli and Toni's cervical response indicated that they were still in the throes of their respective orgasms-- and were pretty far along in going for seconds. It was hard for me to not feel good seeing Kelli and Toni reach their climaxes like that, especially with me in the loop. Allison came with a shout of "Yes" and I got another ride. Her cervical response came up and flashed. The process continued; Kelli and Toni both came a total of three times each and Allison twice before Pamela was at her peak, ready for her first of the session- and suddenly the machines slowed down. Despite the dry orgasms, it felt like my balls hurt. I was still quite stimulated. The screen in front of me went blank, I heard no more sounds from the women, and the statistics screen cleared for all but Pamela. Pam was apparently hovering on the brink when she was told she'd have to beg for a orgasm. The machine continued as she groaned out a "No, I won't." "Pam, beg Kelli to let you have an orgasm." She shook her head. "No!" The machine continued, slowly, keeping both of us on the brink. Had I been forgotten? |
| I was suddenly surrounded by techs who removed the sleeve from my erection and I suddenly found Kelli on top of me, impaling herself on me, facing me and slamming up and down on me. I was on the edge already so as Kelli hit her fourth orgasm of this process on top of me my own orgasm hit me and I knew it wasn't dry, I was painting her insides with my semen. I couldn't help but moan along with her cry of completion. | I was suddenly surrounded by techs who removed the sleeve from my erection and I suddenly found Kelli on top of me, impaling herself on me, facing me and slamming up and down on me. I was on the edge already so as Kelli hit her fourth orgasm of this process on top of me my own orgasm hit me and I knew it wasn't dry, I was painting her insides with my semen. I couldn't help but moan along with her cry of completion, as my eyes stayed focused on her face. |
| When the techs helped her off of my lap, I found I was still quite erect as Toni took her place there, and started her own climb-- and, despite all I had been through, I was still climbing with her, until we spasmed together.
This was repeated with Allison. When we were done and Allison had been helped off, I was being disconnected and released. The screen came back on with Pamela there, her hair wet, perspiring, and she yelled at me "You bastard, you enjoyed that!" |
| I don't know why (or how) my attitude towards her had changed, but I didn't feel the need to put up with her criticism. | I don't know why (or how) my attitude towards her had changed, but I didn't feel the need to put up with her criticism. It was a strange feeling, no longer subject to her judgements. |
| "Pam, beg Kelli to let you come. I sure as hell don't care right now."
There was no question that Pam was thinking this over in her current state. She was still trying to look defiant and in charge, but she must have been suffering from being on the edge. Kelli spoke up, "Pam, what do you want?" Pam moaned, "I want to come. I've got to come." "Ask me nicely, OK?" "Oh, Kelli, please let me come..." "OK, Pam, you shall..." And the machine sped up and Pam came like a freight train. I had never seen her look like that before but the machine continued as she was in the throes of her own climax and I realized she was no less being conditioned than the rest of us had been. The machine slowed enough for her to come back from paradise but picked up again to keep her on the edge. This time, even though she'd had a good hard orgasm, she was still quite ready, on the edge for another. We were led from the room and brought through a shower (Pam had never liked sharing a shower with me but these three of my "wives" seemed to) and allowed to dress. We were brought to a different office. There was a screen showing Pamela, looking pretty ragged, still riding the dildo. "Jack, how did you live with her? We're working on her but it takes a lot before we can use her own sex drive-- what there is of it-- as a means of conditioning. We may need to take other approaches but we need to keep from damaging her as a person. This is not going to be easy." I shrugged. "I guess she had the upper hand when she was all I knew. I thought that she loved me." "She does love you Jack, but desire-- sexual desire-- is something else. Her physical responses to orgasm are suboptimal for conception which precluded any chance of a monogamous relationship being approved." We heard something and the volume was turned up; "...was your first man?" Pamela was gasping out an answer of "My cousin David." "And how much do you like giving your boyfriend oral sex?" "I don't, it's stupid and demeaning. He was so wonderful that he didn't want that..." The volume got turned down again. "She'll be back to you before we send you all to orientation. For now, I want all four of you to sign this; It's your marriage acceptance." We did so, and we hugged and kissed each other. Kelli signed first, as senior wife, I signed below her as husband (which sure beats the title of sperm donor). Toni and Allison were listed (and signed) right below my own. Pamela was on the list as "fluffer" but the signature could wait since she would initially be a non-reproductive member of the family. "Allison, your schedule has you ovulating tomorrow and your tag agrees, so we suggest that you do your best in using this opportunity to make a baby. You've been treated to enable his sperm to be accepted by your body and for conception and implantation to happen. Please try." Allison looked at me with shining eyes, then Kelli and Toni, who each smiled and nodded to her. |
| "In the meantime, Jack, all of you, start packing up to move into the same household. Jack, Allison needs to stay with you for the rest of the week. Here's a slip for your work so they know you'll be out for the next 3 weeks, and one for you, Allison. You won't be going too far since Jack's semen production has been turned up. Kelli, you and Toni will get the note covering your honeymoon later this week, Alright?" | "In the meantime, Jack, all of you, start packing up to move into the same household. Jack, Allison needs to stay with you for the rest of the week. Here's a slip for your work so they know you'll be out for the next 3 weeks, and one for you, Allison. You won't be going too far since Jack's semen production has been turned up, along with his drive. Kelli, you and Toni will get the note covering your honeymoon later this week, Alright?" |
| Their assent was pretty much automatic by this time.
"Oh, and Kelli? Keep Jack in line. You're in charge, you know." Kelli looked around at us. We all smiled at her. Part of me wondered what had been done to me but most of me seemed happy with this. I then realized that Pamela had been in charge of me enough before, so I'd only exchanged one for another. We soon left the facility and returned to my apartment where we sat around for a bit after putting a late lunch together. It was barely after 2PM when Kelli took charge (which felt so natural); "Jack, Allison, get undressed, now, here, please, we want to see you both naked together ... and go make us a baby." How was I to know they'd laugh at the twin beds in the bedroom?
_ A viral BioWeapon was developed to hold the world hostage by making it impossible for people around the world to breed, thereby undercutting those nations/cultures that were disapproved of. Those who launched the global weapon didn't have a working antidote, though. They died out- and not from old age. BioTechnology had to be used to make it possible for the human race to survive but the complications where the immune system works against fertility didn't help matters, so fertility is only able to be enabled for short periods- and only for specific males. By the time of this story, the world has settled down and accepted that fertility remains limited yet there is still hope for a cure. There is also the recognition that the global infrastructure has had to change to accept the progressive drop in population. Humans are still an endangered species since a loss of technology would bring extinction. As soon as I've got another awful case of testosterone poisoning I'm sure I'll add to this story. There are probably other stories to be told within this "universe" but few other have yet suggested themselves. I've some ideas for the next chapter; What may seem a paradise for a man... ...isn't.
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