The day the attack happened, everyone was in shock. How could 90% of the population have been eradicated all at once? How could they have struck the planet with such brutal efficiency? They were supposed to be their friends. The government officials were quick to respond and managed to get their sister-planet to stop attacking their world after about eighteen hours of debating, negotiation and politics
The first few months after the attack everything was in chaos. The strike was very well planned and very little loss of property happened, but the loss of life was immense. For the moment they were safe, but the planet did not have a high enough population to run cities. After just a very short while, the ruling began that all methods of birth control would be outlawed, abortions would not be available, and that the impregnation squads were to begin recruiting immediately so they could deploy and repopulate the planet.
Every woman was required to identify themselves with a permanently imbedded wrist band. The bands were designed to identify with an easy color coding to ensure the quickest impregnation possible for each woman. Cream meant fertilization was impossible because they were either too young or old. Pink meant the womb was fertile and would accept seed at any time. Red meant the womb was resetting during menstruation, and Purple meant the woman had been successfully bred.
Martin was a new recruit and was looking forward to his first shift as one of the impregnation squad. Since he was a new recruit, he was on the fertilization front rather than on security. Only those who seemed to have problems impregnating women would end up on security, as the impregnation front was much much funner.
The security officers controlled the gates to ensure no other family members tried to come through the impregnation area, or that any riots began. They wore full body armor and were armed to the teeth with several guns, multiple storage pockets for ammo, a baton and a sword sheathed at their side.
The fertilization front however did not mean that their job wasn't as risky as the security officers. They wore only a black t-shirt and black pants with a black belt and black shoes. But if any of the women past the gate put up any sort of a struggle, it was their duty to subdue the women without hurting them using only handcuffs issued to each of the fertilizers. He was told it was hit or miss as to whether any particular grouping of women would put up more of a struggle than another, but he was kind of hoping he would get the opportunity to subdue at least one on his first day. The thought to him turned him on immensely.
Martin took his paperwork to his senior officer to show that he was a very fertile young man so that he would be able to begin his first day on the job. With a short nod his superior sent him on the bus and after an hour they were in the city they were going to handle for the day. He pushed aside his secret hope of having to take down a woman as he assisted with the lining up of the pads and setting up with the confirmation tables that the doctors used to confirm the status of the fertility bands on each of the women.
He lined up where he was ordered and waited for the women to come in. As they were filtered through the doctor's exam stations, he noticed with a look of remorse that some were turned away with either red, purple or cream bands, but the majority were directed through to the lockers and then the pads. After about thirty minutes of women coming in through the front gates to either be filed inside the city square or turned away, one woman began screaming as she was filtered inside.
Immediately his senior officer directed him to assist with forcing the woman to comply and he sprang into action.
"NO! I Don't want you to! You can't make me!" The woman screamed as Martin grabbed the woman by the waist and began to haul her over to the lockers and pinned her there with his body as he reached back to grab one of the sets of handcuffs on his standard issue uniform. She struggled against him the whole time and the force he held over her went straight to his groin. He managed to grab one of her hands and slip a cuff on, securing the other restraint to a bolt just on top of the waist high locker.
"NO!" She shrieked as he let up some of the pressure on her back as he pulled out the other restraint and forced her second arm above her head securing it in place.
He caught his breath for a moment as he stepped back and admired her form bent over the lockers. He wished he could simply pull her skirt up over her face and push her panties aside to fuck her right then and there, but that would be against protocol. With a sigh he simply reached for her zipper on her skirt and then guided them gently down to the floor, forcing one of her legs up and then back down as he guided the skirt under her foot, then reaping the action with her second. He handed the skirt to one of the assistants who folded it neatly and stuck it in a locker.
"You sick son of a bitch! I'll kill you for this!" The woman bellowed as he reached now for her blouse and unbuttoned all of the clasps on the back that held it closed.
"How dare you you motherfucker!" she screamed as he lifted one arm of the skirt up to the cuff above her head. He repeated the action with her other arm as well, then reached down and slid her panties to her ankles, forcing her feet up one at a time so he could hand those too to the assistant.
"Hush now dear." the elderly matron said as she folded the panties neatly too and stuck them in a locker. "You must do your duty my dear, for the planet. The less you struggle the easier it will be." The graying woman patted the back of the woman's head gently brushing back on her curly brown hair.
"Fuck you you stupid old two bit whore!" she spat with venom at her elder.
"Honestly now my dear, you really are being unreasonable about this whole thing."
Martin just smirked as the young woman actually spit at the dressing assistant. She could be as feisty as she wanted for all he cared, that would make it more enjoyable for him. The old woman stood up straight again and patted martin on the shoulder.
"You teach her a lesson, you hear me sonny?"
"Yes ma'am. I plan to." was all he replied as he unsnapped the fasten on her bra and pushed it back up past her hands onto the cuffs. Just then the young woman tried to kick him but missed instead managing to lose her balance and crush one of her hips against the side of the locker as she cried out in pain.
He quickly lifted her into a more comfortable position and settled her feet back down on the ground as he gently rubbed her hip where it was beginning to bruise.
"What's your name?" he asked as he tried to alleviate her pain by rubbing the bruise.
"Fuck you." was all she spat.
"That's a stupid name. My name is Martin. Are you sure you don't want to tell me yours?"
"Fuck you Martin."
"I plan to yes thank you for the offer." He smirked as she scowled at him and he reached up and removed one of the cuffs from the holder, sliding the clothing past as he did so. He pulled her free arm behind her back and held it there so she was still unable to move as he removed the other cuff entirely and secured it to the other behind her back.
"Since I am going to be taking you up on that offer, I'd like to know what name to yell out in bliss as I unload my sperm inside you." With that he pulled on her arms and hauled her into a standing position again, pushing out her breasts in front just slightly as he held her arms in place with his hand on the cuffs.
At this point all she could manage was a slight choked sob.
"You really are beautiful" He said as he reached up with his free hand and gently pinched one of her nipples. "A Baby would really enjoy sucking on that tit. Are you sure I can't know what the name of my future child's mother is?"
"I'm going to puke" she blurted as she made a gagging sound and he let up on some of the pressure allowing her to bend over just slightly and breathe freely.
"I can see you are really wound up about this." he said as she bent over sharply as she dry heaved a few times.
"No shit asshole" she blurted between heaves. Nothing came up but her body was having the reaction to stress anyway. She sank to the ground slowly and he sank with her, not letting up on his grip on the cuffs behind her back.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked again as the assistant began to pull her hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. There was no answer for a long time as he gently ran his hand in a circle on her back. Slowly she sat back up and glared at them both. The assistant gave her a glass of water which she sipped slowly. Eventually with him glaring back at her she relented.
"Justine." was all she said. And with that he guided her back to standing and began the walk over to the pads.
