Impregnorium - No Condoms, No Pills, No Pulling Out!

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I was lucky when the dark rain came; I was older than most of the other girls of child-bearing age, so I was better able to deal with what happened.

The dark rain came one day out of the blue, and it killed many, and destroyed the fertility of 90% of the people left on Earth. The other 10% were left to try to repopulate the planet. But their fertility had been affected, too: most women who could get pregnant gave birth to mutants who died. So, the government decided to launch a program in which younger women would be impregnated with specific semen to try and get rid of the birth defects. A law was passed which stated that every female who'd had her periods for four months or more had to report to one of their new "fertlity centres" immediately.

I was at college then, but before they could drag me off, I rushed off home, and my parents hid me there for three months. My brother or parents went out to buy groceries, and I stayed out of sight, but it couldn't last forever: eventually, agents of the Fertility Bureau caught up with us, and I was taken to join the others at our local Fertlity Centre.

Many of the girls there were very young, and really scared. Every month, when we were ovulating, we'd be impregnated with "suitable" sperm. Every month like clockwork, the
forty of us would be impregnated, and every month nothing happened.

It became routine, and soon everyone relaxed. Most of the girls felt sure that, since nothing was happening, we'd be allowed to leave. I wasn't so sure: because of my age, I was allowed to help out in the lab, and I heard the doctors talking about "sperm motility" and "frozen and preserved samples" not working, and knew they were just waiting to try another approach.

Eight months in, they did. Men whose sperm was considered viable appeared at our doors when we were ovulating. I found this out when I heard screaming from Annie's door, two down from mine. Annie was young, and I knew she was a virgin. And they had sent some man in there to impregnate her against her will! I felt sick, because I knew that in a couple of weeks it would happen to me.

It did. The man I got was one who'd already tried to knock up four other girls (that I knew of). He wasn't violent, and he didn't hurt you, but he was businesslike, and seemed
to look on the task as a business arrangement.

I was sitting at my desk doodling when he came in. I looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it was. I'd heard his name was "Rod", but I wasn't sure if that was
just a nickname.

"I'm Rod," he said. "Lie down and let's get this over with."

"Is that really your name?"

"I said lie down," he repeated, already pulling off the sweatpants he was wearing. He had nothing on underneath.

I shrugged and lay down. I wasn't wearing underwear; the centre didn't provide any. Rod leaned over me and pulled my green surgical gown out of the way. "Open your legs," he
said.

I did so, and he lay between them, pushing his cock into me.

I'd had sex before, so it wasn't a surprise. What did surprise me was how fast he was: only a few thrusts and he was already grunting, his sperm shooting into me. He collapsed on top of me, but only for a few seconds. I'd hardly started to feel uncomfortable when he pulled out, got up, donned his pants, and left.

The nurses came rushing in, I suppose to check that I didn't get up. I wasn't stupid; I remained lying down. I knew by now that to try and fight what was happening was futile. Fighting would only make things harder for me. Still, I didn't want to get pregnant.

And I didn't. In the months after Rod I was fucked by James (romantic; he licked me to orgasm before mounting me), Leo (boring; similar to Rod), Liam (a snuggler), Dave (rough; he left me with bruises) and Ira (embarrassed; he apologised the whole way through). But still nothing happened.

By now we'd been at the centre for over a year and a half, and things were not progressing as the higher-ups had hoped. I also started to hope that we'd be allowed to leave, but then Annie got pregnant, and our hopes were dashed.

Annie started showing at four months, and she held her head up high, proud that she was "helping her country". I personally felt that any country or group of countries that could pollute the world so badly that the toxins build up in the atmosphere and come crashing back to Earth in a dark sludge that almost wipes out the entire population, doesn't deserve to continue. Yeah. I knew what the dark rain was.

At five months, Annie miscarried. It happened in the middle of the night, and by the time the nurses had unlocked the doors and gotten her out, it was over. I saw the baby and vomited. I hoped even more fervently that I wouldn't get pregnant - not if I was going to have a mutant like that.

But one by one, the other girls started catching. Soon there were big bellies all over. And those of us who hadn't caught we looked down upon by the others. I didn't care; I didn't want to be pregnant.

As more girls miscarried, or went to term only to have the mutant babies die, the men were phased out and new ones brought in. Some of the girls were allowed to leave after extensive tests. Finally, only five of us remained. Our DNA, one of the doctors told us, was still 100% normal. It was our duty to keep on until one of us had a normal baby.

I heard two of the nurses gossiping about how the government was now testing the DNA of all men below the age of 25. I found out from Rick, a doctor I'd gotten quite close to (not like *that* - his DNA was not viable, and there was no way either of us would take a chance like that!), that the tests had revealed fifteen men in our area whose DNA was okay.

I wasn't looking forward to being fucked by fifteen men, but what could I do? Despite not wanting to get pregnant, I had this weird idea that if I did, everything would be okay. I'd be the one to save the human race. Talk about your fantasies!

The day I ovulated, I went to my room (as usual), disrobed (as usual) and lay on the bed staring at the clock (as usual). I just wanted it to be over with. Finally, the door opened, and in walked... my brother, Carl! He already had his pants half off when he looked up and recognized me. He pulled his pants up lightning-fast, and started backing away. "No!" I got up. "No, Carl! Don't go!"

"You can't want me to... to fuck you," he said.

"I just want to see you. If they find out you're my brother, I might never see you."

"They'll check you for semen," he said.

"So we can do it. It never works on me anyway," I replied.

At that he rushed over to me and put his arms around me. Even Liam, with all his wanting to hug and comfort me, hadn't felt this good. We both started crying, clinging to
each other. "How are Mom and Dad?" I asked when I had stopped bawling.

"They're all right. Worried about you. They get a letter every month from the Fertility Bureau saying you're okay, but they don't know whether or not to believe it."

"I guess they can. I am okay."

"So you've never..."

"No. I don't think I can have kids."

"That's a relief," he said, and kissed me.

I'd like to say that it didn't feel weird, but it did. It didn't feel wrong, really, just... strange. But when Carl's tongue entered my mouth, I gave in to the sensations, and kissed him back.

We fell onto the bed, still kissing, and he felt me up, his hand probing the outside of my pussy, then my tummy, and then he began to squeeze my tits. I was getting turned on, and I knew he was: I could feel his rock-hard cock against me. I began to push at his sweatpants, wanting them off. Yes, I apparently did want my own brother's cock inside me!

He moved away from me long enough to get naked, and then I was in his arms again, and we were petting like teenagers. I pulled away and gasped, "Inside me, please!" I opened my legs, my pussy craving his cock.

Carl fit himself against me, and then entered. It felt so good! Better than anything I'd ever felt, better than my college boyfriend Jules, better than James the cuntlicker, just... so much better! "Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

And he most certainly did... a long, slow fuck that took me to the heights of ecstasy. In and out... slowly and first, then more quickly... I knew I would need nothing else to cum except his cock. I opened my legs wider and grabbed his ass, wanting him deeper and deeper. "Unh! Unh!" I moaned as he thrust into me, his breath coming in groaning pants.

Every time he would get near to the point of no return, he would slow down and fuck me more gently. I don't know how long we fucked for, but it was a marathon fuck. After what
seemed like an eternity he sped up again, and just that feeling made me orgasm. "Aaah!" I squealed as he drilled me, driving into me and then stilling as his warm cum shot into my clenching pussy.

He collapsed in a heap next to me. "I love you, Leigh," he whispered.

"I love you too, Carl."

We lay there for over and hour. And I just knew. I don't know how; perhaps I felt something. But I knew: I was pregnant. I said nothing, wanting to be sure. I just lay there in my brother's arms and felt content.

Eventually he got up. "I might not see you for a while. But I do still go home at the end of the day. Message for Mom and Dad?"

"Just that I'm okay and I love them."

I didn't see Carl again for weeks. I caught a glimpse of him from time to time as he paid a visit to each of the other four ovulating girls, but I didn't try to speak to him, as it was against the rules.

The nurses only tested us once a month for pregnancy, and I managed to get into the lab (by saying I was waiting for my doctor friend) and steal a pregnancy test before it was time. The test was positive, of course.

I knew then that I had to get away. I wasn't going to allow the government to get their hands on my child. Maybe if it had been Rod's child, or Liam's, or even Dave's... not not
Carl's. I don't know how I knew, but I felt it: this child was going to be okay. It was not going to be a mutant, or miscarry.

I waited around for Carl to show when it was impregnation time for Darla, one of the other girls. I knew the routine and rotation by heart by now. Then I came out of my room
and 'bumped into him' on my way down the corridor. I knew that later, when he got home, he'd read the letter I'd slipped him.

This is what it said:

Dear Carl, Mom and Dad,

You have to get out of here. Go across the border to the
north. I know that up there they are not doing this. They
have other plans in place. Mom and Dad can say they are
taking a vacation. Carl... I hope you can think of
something. I will join you in (I mentioned a bed &
breakfast place in a small town a few hundred miles on the
opposite side of the border) when I can. I must do this
before they get my baby. Yes, it finally worked and I won't
let them get the baby. Please go as soon as you can.

Love,
Leigh.

I cheated on the next test by using Darla's urine - she confided to me that she'd had her tubes tied illegally soon after the dark rain. She couldn't get pregnant, but she still ovulated normally, which was what they tested for to see if you were fertile. Of course, cheating meant that I had to let another guy fuck me, but it was a small price to pay. I won't bore you with details of my escape (though it would make a great movie). The short version is that I managed to seduce Rick, my doctor friend (he had liked me like *that* - something I'd been counting on) and I had complained that I never got to see my parents. I asked him to get me out to visit them and made all sorts of promises about when he could pick me up again, etc. Yes, we had sex. That part I'll tell you about:

We were outside in the sunshine, driving along an almost deserted road when he said, "I've always liked you."

I smiled. "I've always liked you, as well. I knew you'd understand." I paused, then figured, what the heck. "Could we make love?" I asked. "I want to show you how much I want to be with you, even if I have to try and have some other guy's baby every month."

Rick pulled over behind a deserted strip mall. I climbed into the back seat and arranged myself, while he unzipped and climbed over to join me. "I want you," I said, and let him enter me. I made noises like Meg Ryan in that one movie, and when he came, Rick seemed satisfied that I had come as well (I hadn't). But I clung to him, whispering words of love. I felt bad, because I really did like him, but I was prepared to do anything to save my baby.

Anyway, Rick dropped me off a block away from my parents' house. I headed that way, but as soon as he was out of sight I headed to my uncle's place. My uncle (my mother's half-brother) hid me for a few weeks until we could get a fake passport, one which upped my age by five years. (The government only wanted to keep women under 25 in the country.) He drove me across the border masquerading as his wife (I wore a hideous scarf, horrible make-up which made me look ten years older, and baggy clothes).

I joined my parents two months after my escape. My uncle and I had had to stop at various places on our way and yes, he fucked me. By now I was so used to it that I think I
gave off 'fuck me' signals or something. But I'd already been fucked by more than twenty guys; what was one more? It wasn't like I could get pregnant or anything.

Carl was the ever-solicitous brother, rubbing my feet, going out to get foods I craved... We kept our hands off each other for two months, by which time I was five months pregnant. I hadn't told our parents or Carl who the father was; I hoped they'd just assume it was one of the other guys from the breeding program. But I was sure Carl knew.

But one day, when our parents were out, Carl was giving me a back message and... snapped. His hands slipped from my back to my rounded tummy. "It's mine, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Is it going to be okay?"

"It is, I know it."

All the time we were talking, Carl was caressing my tummy, feeling the baby that he had put in there. "I want you," he said.

"Then do it."

I felt him slipping out of his clothes behind me even as he pulled away the towel covering me, and then he was putting his cock into the place it was meant to be.

We fucked slowly and gently, and I cried. I cried for my lost innocence, for Annie and her poor baby, for all the girls who'd been so mistreated in the name of helping our species to survive, for everything we'd missed while I'd been at the centre. Carl caressed my tits as he fucked me from behind, and I cried out with pleasure as I came, pulling his orgasm from him.

We disengaged to find our parents standing there, looking shocked. No, they didn't leap upon us like animals; this isn't some kink-fest. What they did do was listen to our explanation of everything that had happened. After we were done, we knew they'd never like or condone what we were doing, but they at least understood.

Carl and I moved into our own place when I was seven months along. We'd been given asylum after I gave a statement to this country's government as to what was going on down south of the border. I made sure to give precise details, including names, dates, anything I could remember that could maybe bring down the people who'd abused me and those other girls so.

We're happy here. Better than that, we are free. Oh - the baby was a girl... and she's perfect.