"Sorry, I almost forgot." Miss Helen said "I need to get you a mouth guard... you know, for your teeth. I'll be back in a sec." and she rushed off.
I stood on the platform with my feet apart and ankles in cuffs. I wasn't supposed to watch as the staff set up the other girls for insemination, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. Two nurses worked in silence as they processed a girl. Her long gown was lifted and draped across her back. One nurse used a key to unlock a small opening between the girls' legs while the other nurse attached the end of a wire to the girl's clit. A package was torn open and a malleable white cylinder, glossy with lubricant, was withdrawn. The cylinder was promptly introduced to the girl via a skilled pop. Following this was a shorter cylinder of blue. The little door was closed and the end of the wire was plugged in. The girl immediately tensed and began to visibly shake. The two nurses moved on to the next recruit in the row and proficiently repeated the procedure.
Miss Helen soon returned and handed me the mouth guard. "What did they put into that girl?" I searched.
"Shhhh! You're not supposed to see any of that" She whispered.
"But what is it?"
"The seed. It's from The Pool of sperm donated from hundreds or even thousands of males. It is suspended in a gelatin, which is a preservative used for transport from their colony. Body heat will melt the gelatin and reanimate the seed. The healthiest sperm will locate and fertilize the egg. The blue item is called the blocker. It expands in thickness and length with body heat which will reduce leaks as it forces the seed into the womb."
"Oh," I said again. I swallowed hard on my dry throat and inserted the mouth guard. I positioned my knees on the wide-set cushioned platforms, bent over the bar, slipped my head into the box and took told of the handles. The box was closed and I shifted to get comfortable. Then, I waited to be bred.
The position and the box was much more comfortable than I had expected and the silence and darkness helped me to relax. Several minutes later, I was startled when a rush of cold air passed by as the bottom of my gown was thrown over my back. There was a pressure against my chastity belt followed by a chill. My labia was touched and then the touch was gone. I waited and noticed my body release its natural lubricant in anticipation. This made me blush as I felt it run into my pubic hair. I tried to shake off the embarrassment by telling myself it probably happens to everyone. After all, breeding is what our bodies ultimately were made for and it is natural to desire it.
Fingers again touched me and my labia was held taught. I waited. The touch released, then some seconds later it returned. I sensed a tiny component slipped around my clitoris. I was relieved it didn't pinch or hurt. It was surprisingly comfortable.
A pressure was against my opening. Then it was gone. I tensed and waited anxiously, wondering why the proficiency of the nurses I watched a few minutes before, suddenly seemed less experienced. With a flinch, I was touched again and a cold wet mass pressed against me, harder but with a slow, firm determination. Though I remained tensed, there was a brief moment where I observed the mass dominate and stretch my opening. My body finally accommodated the intrusion and in a flash, it was gone, swallowed up inside me. I exhaled deeply. Again I was touched as the blocker was inserted. The touch was gone and my chastity belt closed.
A jolt shot throughout my body as my clitoris was brought to life with three powerful pulses followed by a long hard vibration. The pattern continued as I quickly approached my first orgasm. I tightened my grip on the handles and clenched my jaw as a long hard moan escaped my throat. The pleasured spasms seemed to last forever and I loved it.
As the euphoria tapered off, the pulses continued to coax a second orgasm from me. It was too soon. I was too sensitive. I clenched my thighs together as much as I could, which hardly did anything. I tightened my vagina muscles and arched my back, but nothing lightened the demand on my body. After I accepted what was to be, the sensitivity finally passed, I began to welcome the second wave.
The pattern of powerful pulses alternated with a long hard vibration continued as my body approach the release. Closer and closer, yet it remained out of reach. I squeezed my body but wasn't able to rush the process. I relaxed and attempted to get in touch with the intensity. It seemed no matter what I did, the orgasm seemed to be right at the precipice, but would not come. The heat within me rose and the blocker had certainly expanded. The dense foam material provided a fullness that satisfied a certain primal need, yet it did not expedite my needed climax. I became frustrated and though I exhausted myself, the desire of my body continued to pursue onward. There was no escape.
Feeling defeated, my body collapsed and I started searching my mind for how to reach the orgasm I now craved so badly. It was then I remembered the counter. I pressed the button that signified my first orgasm and the rhythm on my clitoris changed to a steady vibration. The alternate sensation, along with my brief respite brought my second climax back to the surface as I squealed in delight. Closer it got. Closer...
Edgy as I was, it's no wonder my hand twitched prematurely and bumped the counting button. The rhythm abruptly changed and I did not care for the new sensation at all. It was an intense almost painful pounding, consistent and grating. I tried to bare it but after numerous excruciating minutes, I feared I would go mad. In sheer desperation, I pressed the button again.
The resulting vibration was long, gentle and benign, and alternated with a brief period of stillness. Clearly forged to intensify my desires via a tease and denial pattern. I fell into its trap and was brought to the edge of ecstasy over and over again. The tears ran from my eyes within my dark confinement as I was cruelly provoked. Once I became completely exasperated, I gave in and triggered the button again.
The next sensation completely derailed me. My second orgasm overtook me instantly. The pleasure permeated every vein like shards of ice. I lost all sense of self and purpose. I screamed out again and again and again, first in fierce gratification than in bitter agony. I shook as a terrified child and begged for it to end. Some small voice reminded me my reprieve was within the counter button, while another was panic-stricken at what hell the next pattern would bring. Still, another did not want it to end. I don't remember pressing the button at that time, and I certainly don't remember pressing it thirteen more times. I only remember the rhythm reverted to the first, three powerful pulses followed by a long hard vibration.
I collapsed as the machine began to work me to my third orgasm. I was sure to be a drooling lunatic once it was done. Discouraged by an impossible quota, I tried to relax and prepare for the long day ahead. The machine had other plans for me as I involuntary tensed and was taken under by the building pleasure. I heard my own dry voice, like a stranger, pant and beg "Please... no more."
Just before the third crippling orgasm, the machine stopped. My eyes shot open and I questioned if I had accidentally pressed the bottom. I had not. My body laid lifeless across my station and my arms drooped toward the ground like old rags. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and listened to my breath attempt to regulate. It was all I could do.
