*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*
*This was written for bettiezyx's "
"2023 AI: A New Era" Author Challenge
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*This series can be read in any order.*
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Year 100010100 (276 Age of Utopia)
276 years after the collapse of human government.
On the brink of another dark age, humanity turned to newly developed technology to solve their problems: AI.
It did.
The System now controls the world. The System decides who is allowed to breed.
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Breeder Felicia M0164F, please report to the procreation level by 1400.
My fists clenched. Ignoring the twisting in my stomach, I stomped into the shower.
Procreation. They should just be honest and call it 'fucking'. Sex.
My first day in one of those rooms was awful. The System gave me a ten-minute introduction to my new life—lie still, be cooperative, don't have sex with anyone else, violent behavior was prohibited, mild pain may be expected on the first day... I hardly understood what was going on until it stopped rambling and a naked guy walked into the room. He'd just climbed on top of me, fucked me, and left.
The whole thing had taken maybe three minutes (after the rambling). I'd been too confused to do anything, and then it was over.
After I got back to my apartment, I was disgusted. Some guy I didn't know had just used my body. Of course, I knew what my purpose was in the breeding towers, but I thought it would be more procedural. Clinical. Other women who'd returned from the towers said the insemination process was quick and easy, and the rest of the time was fun.
That had not been fun. And I had to return every other day until I tested positive.
Two weeks later, I was done. Not pregnant—screw the System, I was done. There were plenty of women in the world, it didn't need me.
I stepped out of the shower, dried, and purposefully put my clothes back on. Walking into my bedroom, I turned on a show and ignored the reminder messages.
Breeder Felicia, please do not be late. Five minutes transit time—
"Shut up."
—is recommended. Is there a problem?
That was new. "Yes. I want to leave."
A few seconds passed.
You are designated for three offspring, barring medical complications. Your responsibility to the community—
"I don't care! I hate this place! Let me go!"
More silence. It didn't send any more messages.
After a few minutes, I grew a bit nervous. Despite all the System's great advancements, criminal activity still occurred. Every once in a while, we'd receive broadcasts of someone being caught and punished by the System's enforcement bots. But breeders were valuable. It wouldn't hurt me. Probably.
I watched my show. Maybe I shouldn't have let my temper get away from me like that. I could've planned an escape, searched for a way out. The towers were huge; there had to be an overlooked exit somewhere.
When I was chosen to be a breeder, my family and friends had thrown a party for me. I was as excited as they were. The towers! Everyone knew they had the best food, and every day was a fancy party. And, of course, it was the only way to have a kid. I didn't really care about kids one way or the other but I love luxury. It's a fault.
Now that I was here, I wanted out. I hated that my body was being used by these random men. Most of them were quick, but one guy grunted and panted for what felt like hours. I was sore that day. I sat in the bath and hated everything.
I couldn't do that again. They had to let me go.
A soft noise came from the hall. I paused the show and glanced out the door. That sounded like my front door opening.
There was a different noise, quiet and rhythmic. Like footsteps. I looked around for a weapon.
Taking my eyes off the door was a bad idea. In seconds, metal circled my wrists, waist, and feet, caging me tightly. A metal strap clamped over my mouth. I was pulled into a cushioned cylinder, then darkness descended as it closed behind me.
I screamed. It seemed muffled by the container. Everything jolted and began to move. I couldn't move. There was no space in there, and I was still bound. I screamed again and again, hoping someone would hear me.
My panic slowly wore off. The container came to a halt a few minutes later. It opened from behind and I was pulled out. The container rolled away.
I was in a small, dark room. There wasn't much here—a table with some weird objects on it, a chair, chains attached to the walls, and a dim light in the corner.
The chains hooked onto the metal around my ankles and yanked my legs apart. At the same time, my arms were tugged behind my back, then up, forcing me to bend over. I twisted and squirmed, rattling the chains.
Breeder Felicia, you have been assigned to room D205. Please stand still for the discipline process.
"Whmmm?! Mm-ngh!" This was insane!
Light briefly flooded the room. The door closed again. Feet appeared behind me.
"Hello, there. How are you?" The baritone voice came from a muscular, tall man who walked in front of me. His fingers stroked my face, tapping the metal over my mouth. "Ah. That's a pity. We'll work on that."
"Hngh! Mmnngh..." I yanked at my chains, watching him with wide eyes.
He picked up something from the table. Scissors. I went still as he dragged the flat of the blades along my skin and slowly cut my clothes off. The System wouldn't let him hurt me. No one had ever come back harmed.
That I knew of.
Cloth fell to the floor, piece by piece. I shivered as he cut my panties away, snipped at the straps and sides of my bra.
He set the scissors down.
My muscles relaxed slightly. He stepped behind me. Now he was going to fuck me. At least this insane ordeal would be over soon. My pussy was even tingling.
The air snapped. Pain licked up my spine. I shrieked, my back arching.
He'd hit me. The asshole had hit me. It felt like he'd used a belt on my ass, the burning sting gradually fading to a dull throb. I caught my breath and yelled muffled nonsense, twisting wildly. How
dare
he hit me?
"Be quiet."
Smack.
Fire lit the other ass cheek.
"Stand still."
Snap.
A line of pain across both cheeks at once.
I flinched and screamed, my muscles tensing at every lash. A soft wail left my throat when his warm hand rubbed my sore cheeks. He massaged the pain into a warm, almost pleasant sensation. I moaned.
"Good," he purred. "Good girl. Are you ready to cooperate?"
I inhaled and screamed as loud as I could, bucking my hips, hoping to ram him in the balls.
Pain ripped across the back of my thigh. The other. I gasped between strikes, barely able to breathe as he hit me again and again. Tears of pain broke from my eyes.
Then the leather smacked my pussy, and I let out a screaming moan.
That had hurt, but it had also sent a mind-numbing wave of pleasure crashing through my veins. My ass and thighs burned with pain, probably looked red and abused, but my pussy was feeling an entirely different kind of fire. My legs shook as he touched me again, gently rubbing all the places where he'd hit me. His hand moved up my thighs, massaged my ass, eventually cupping my mound.
My dripping, aching mound. I was impossibly wet, my pussy lips welcoming the heat of his hand, the pressure of his fingers. An embarrassing whimper fell from my mouth.
"That's better," he murmured. "Nod if you want me to stop hitting you."
While he rubbed circles on my pussy, the leather dragged up and down my spine. I nodded reluctantly, blinking away my blurry tears.
The leather disappeared. There was a smile in his voice when he said, "I'm glad we understand each other, princess."
I didn't have the energy to protest. I could scream all day; no one would help me. The System's silence was approval—this was my 'discipline'. It didn't make any sense. I just wanted him to fuck me and get it over with, let me soak in a bath, and plan my escape properly next time. Quietly.
So I was silent when he came around and took off the strap on my head. I kept my eyes lowered to avoid giving him a sullen glare.
There was a sound of a zipper in my face. He'd been fully clothed this entire time, just now taking out his cock. It was only semi-hard. I clenched my jaw, trying to decide if I was going to bite him when he fucked my mouth.
He lifted my chin and caught my eyes. I blinked into that intense gaze that promised pain, a chill going down my back. No biting, then.
