Dystopian Breeding Party

It's the year 2100. Due to various factors, fertility has fallen and reproductive issues have become a matter of state. Although women's reproductive freedom is preached, there are dark networks that kidnap women, either literally or through discourse and propaganda, so that they serve reproduction.

These networks, which are tolerated by states, are controlled by men. Women have no voice, they are coerced, rewarded, convinced of their role as reproducers. Not necessarily in that order.

Many are attracted to these networks inside the BDSM communities. Usually the one who brings them in is a male dom who seems responsible, zealous, aware of the female power of choice. The more insidious, the better.

I don't tell this story from a feminist point of view. Or from the point of view of someone who enjoys the possibility of having a victim subject herself to her own illusion of will.

I tell it from the point of view of a woman who wasn't chosen to be part of the network. I'm myopic and any genetic defect removes the possibility of joining this group. I get frustrated, because it seems to me to be a real delight, the strongest way to submit. But I'll never be chosen.

What I'm telling you here, however, is my experience as a sort of extra. The network has made an exception for me. I have a dom, Vincent, who is cruel to me, but knows what I like. And by bringing me to one of the "medically enhanced reproduction sessions" as a nurse, he let me participate and understand what it's all about.

That's the story:

Vincent brought me to the room where the breeding gangbang - he referred to it as that when he wasn't next to the poor woman - was going to take place. I had already been briefed on my role: to make sure that the woman (I didn't know her name, nor would I ever know, they are anonymous) felt comfortable having me by her side. Conducting the medical part would seem more legitimate. If she needed a moment's rest, she could continue to satisfy the men who were present.

- How many men are coming?

Vincent just smiled at me and said, "Did you read the part about the objective? to fill the woman's uterus with sperm, only to stop when it's at 75% capacity?".

That didn't answer my question, but oh well. It turned me on.

Soon, the woman had arrived, along with two boys. Neither of them wore glasses, they looked young, healthy. I started to get wet. I saw all three of them at reception, looked at their blood tests, hormone levels for her and STD tests for all of them, asked them to take the prep before my eyes - in two hours the party would start - and asked the guys to wait while I went into the preparation room with the woman to start the form and the interventions.

I was jealous of her. She was small, pretty. Small breasts, young. I asked her how she had decided ("decided", haha) to be the "mother of a country that perpetuates itself", as the slogan of the sect said, as the form asked. Because I knew very well that it was a sect. And that fact made me even hornier.

She spat out all the propaganda that had been integrated into the brainwashing. After questions about intentions, medical and psychological issues, I began the part I was most interested in: the naughty stuff.

- Have you ever been with several men at the same time?

- No... I mean, I did a threesome once.

- And how was that?

- It was nice. But one of them took a long time to come, and there came a point when I couldn't take it anymore.

- And what happened then, I asked, feeling the lubrication leaking out.

- I asked him to cum outside of me, jerked him off.

silence.

I explained to her that that wouldn't be an option in this case. The breeding case.

- You know there's a goal, a quota here. To fill your uterus with sperm. Do you know what the volume of a uterus is?

- No.

- 80 to 200mL.

- And do you know the volume of sperm per ejaculation?

She shook her head no.

I sighed.

I knew it was all being filmed. I knew that Vincent, the two other guys and, judging by the volume of her uterus of 130 mL, other men would be watching this conversation. Certainly preparing their penises for what was to come.

- Ma'am, look. According to the tests carried out, the ultrasounds show that your uterus is 130 mL. The aim is to fill 75% of your uterine cavity.

- Right.

- That means we'll have to fill you (the objectification must have made some men groan) with at least 97.5 mL of cum. Sorry, sperm.

- And how many times, then, will I need to be inseminated?

I had already done the calculation. But I showed it to her - and to them - again. The cameras were like those of a reality TV show. I calculated the whole time looking at her, and watching her fall apart as she realized what she had gotten herself into.

- For a minimum volume of 97.5% of the uterus, knowing that the volume of sperm in the ejaculatory fluids can vary between 1.5 and 5 mL per ejaculation, we then have an average of 2.9, considering that there will be rounds. In other words, dividing ninety-seven by... mm... it is about 33 ejaculations.

I looked at her. She was livid.

- You've already signed your consent form. There's no going back. The men are already here.

- Oh my God. I don't know if I can stand it. Can you... can you help me?

I shivered. Of course, my dear, I can help you. But I have to do a little hesitation, don't I?

- What do you mean?

She was trembling. She told me it seemed too much. She didn't know if she could stand it. She asked me whether I could make her uterus fill faster, or if I could take the building up part of the men for myself, and leave the ejaculation part to her.

I feigned surprise and deliberation, I faked refusal. But, ten minutes later, with my best "we're in a sisterhood here, gurl" face, I left and went to the guys' room, after saying I'd see what I could do. That I'd see the gynecologist, that I'd do the best I could.

11 men were waiting for me. I went in and laughed. I asked which of them was the gynecologist - there was always one to take care of the medical work.

A 45-year-old man, handsome, large, appeared. He said he'd seen me at the BDSM nights with Vincent and that I was doing an incredible job, that maybe I'd steal his role as gynecological supervisor at these parties. He asked me, "Nurse, what's your decision? Vincent said why did you come, that you'd love to have a breeding party yourself. Maybe we can find a middle ground?"

I laughed. Vincent got out of his dom role and said that I was cunning.

- Good, doctor. I haven't yet explained to her the uses of medical devices to fill the uterus more easily. You could come with me, explain them, and, trying not to get a hard-on, insert them.

- Or you could do it yourself, if she feels more comfortable, he chuckled.

- Yes, of course. Now, we need to kill a bit of time here, so that she feels it was a hard-won decision. I mean, gentlemen, that I will help the young lady. Unless Vincent doesn't want me to," I said, looking at him.

Vincent laughed. He shook his head and said, "Today, it's up to you, my dear. Do what you want!"

- Okay, gentlemen. How about, all of you, take off your clothes. I want to see what the woman and I are going to face. That way, I can tell her what to expect from the experience.

I'd never seen so many penises in my life, hard like that. I remembered that there was an order not to masturbate for 10 days. I went man by man and felt their testicles firm, full. All the better, because each of them had to go three rounds. On average. If they got tired, we'd have 3 or 7 more guys on call. I laughed a little. I needed to get back into the character of the empathetic nurse, even if I was a naughty, self-interested nurse.

I left the groping for later. I told the gentlemen that I needed to save myself. As they also needed to do.

Doctor, do you want to come with me to do the little theater and tell her about the "medical enhancements" proposed for the session?

- Sure, come on.

I looked at the camera again. The woman was nervous. The men were also looking at her, and at me. We all laughed, and I left with the doctor. I said to him in the corridor - you obey my orders, I know very well how to win women's trust. She already confides in me.

I told him to stay three steps behind me. I knocked at the door and waited for her answer.

- Come in.

- Madam... I spoke to the gynecologist. He's a male doctor. There are ways to help the session reach its goals, you know, the 97.5...

- Yes, I know, I understand, 33 ejaculations on average, what is it...?

- There are devices, enhancements, if you will. The gynecologist is here to explain to you how it works and to fit it in your reproductive system, if you agree.

That bit about consent was a complete lie. Part of the experience of this network was the submission of women to relatively painful and completely unnecessary treatments. The unnecessary part was what turned me on the most. You didn't have to fill 75% of the uterine cavity. Despite low fertility rates, we could have a longer sex session, 2 or 4 ejaculations and everything would be done. But the propaganda of the time, both the public one, which spoke of low fertility rates, blaming the male gametes, and the sect's, speaking of the need to flood - that was the word used, flood - an uterus, made women believe that they needed to submit to it.

- Can I ask the gynecologist to come in?

Still stunned, the woman said yes.

With slow, timid steps (what an actor!) the doctor entered. He introduced himself, opened a drawer and took out a model of a uterus with a vagina to show the woman what the equipment would consist of.

That caught my attention because, although I had read about it in the information sheets I had to study to play my part, I hadn't yet seen the material. He manipulated it to use in the model. It was a kind of cannula with both ends open - like a funnel. A uterine wormhole, so to speak. What was funny was that one end was much bigger than the other.

The doctor explained that the ends opened and closed according to the need for fluids. And he looked at her. She was mesmerized by the device.

- Does it hurt?

The doctor approached her, looking at her with empathy and said "A little. But it's a way we've found to shorten the insemination time and make sure that all the fluid that goes into you stays where it's supposed to. Here", and he put his hand on her lower abdomen, looking at her with that look that I knew didn't correspond to the energy in the "big brother" room.

There's something else, too, in case you want it (Haha. Want it!).

We can attach this penis glove, so to speak, to your vagina. After ejaculation, it prevents the sperm from escaping. The mechanism is attached to the cervical opening of the bilateral cannula (she shook her head, paying attention) and the system swells inside your vagina, after the penis exits, pushing the rest of the fluid inside the tube. Which, by the way, I didn't say. It's a question of physics. The tube, which runs through your cervix, is intelligent. When fluid is present, it expands, which can cause a certain amount of discomfort, but again, it's discomfort so that the fluid can be injected into your uterus, and each time the process is finished, the "doors" of the cannulas close. We'll do ultrasounds to see how the situation is progressing every 5 ejaculations and you'll know how much you still have to endure.

She looked at me. I was jealous. Well, jealous, but also thanking God that I wouldn't have to feel any "discomfort". An euphemism I know doctors use when there's going to be some bizarre pain.

- Doctor, I know I've already signed the papers... but after talking to the nurse, I don't know if I feel up to doing all this myself. Could she, or another woman, I don't know, help with the process? I know that everything that happens here stays here.

- What exactly do you suggest?

- That the nurse could... maybe masturbate the men, so that they can just come to me and ejaculate? I'm really here for science and conception, I don't know if I can take that much penis.

The doctor looked at me with pitying eyes. I continued on pretending, but I almost laughed.

I opened my mouth to declare a melodramatic text of "all for science", when she said

- and could you demonstrate the use of the bilateral cannula in the nurse?

What? So, finally, this woman wasn't so "we're sisterhood". How about asking me, bitch?

The doctor saw my face suddenly leave the pretending mode and, raising an eyebrow, said, "Nurse, this could really help this patient feel more comfortable. Shall we go to the table?"

He knew I was a sub.. That I couldn't say no.

- Of course.

I took off my pants and panties. I was extremely wet. I kept thinking about the plot twist in the big brother room. About Vincent. He had talked to me about cervix play, but we hadn't had time to try it out. I knew that everything to do with the cervix was more about pain than pleasure. But I also knew that I had to play the game so that the woman wouldn't give up. I couldn't replace her, since my genetics weren't perfect.

I sat down in the gynecological chair. The doctor asked if I wanted my legs to be tied. I said yes, as I had a tendency to close them in situations like these. It was a lie. I knew I had to say yes, yes, yes, to make the situation seem normal.

- When it's your turn, you can also choose in which position you want the procedure.

His sweetness was beginning to irritate me. I glared at him while she wasn't looking. He winked at me as he unpacked the speculum.

- The lady is well lubricated. The speculum is a bit cold, so I'll warm it up in my hand.

The son of a bitch had taken the biggest speculum. He asked if I wanted him to change it for a more comfortable one. My pussy tensed up. I continued the pretending.

- I understand that this size speculum is the best for the procedure. Go slowly.

He smiled.

He called the woman over to watch what was going to be done. At first, he did a "vaginismus test" - it was all a lie - he put two fingers in my vagina and masturbated me slowly for a minute, asking if I felt any pain or burning. I moaned and said no.

- I'm glad you don't have dyspareunia.

"The vagina tenses up and makes penetration painful," he explained, turning to the woman, while continuing to casually masturbate me. Very instructive, doctor.

Finally, after removing his wet fingers, lubricating the speculum and asking if he could go, he penetrated me. I felt the "discomfort". He adjusted the speculum a little more than he should have. Looking at me and asking if "everything was all right". Yes.

And then he took out the rod that would insert the cannula. The woman was startled.

- But it's huge!

- Yes, but that's because there's the part that goes through the cervix, and the part we manipulate. It's like inserting an IUD.

He said, putting his hand on the knee of the woman, who was sitting next to him, in front of my pussy.

- Oh yes.

She seemed interested. In the procedure, in the doctor. Perhaps for a moment she had forgotten about the 33 strokes she had to take.

- Let's go.

The doctor slowly inserted the tube inside me. He asked, "How does it feel?"

- Like something that shouldn't be there, I laughed.

- Does it hurt? she asked.

I answered truthfully, saying that it was weird, but it was turning me on. I decided that, from then on, there would be two of us at that insemination party. I was going to do most of the work, without having to give birth to anyone.

The doctor finished inserting the tube and squeezed what are called the "wings" of the device to make the cannula come out. After a few pulls and pushes, I felt the tube coming out of me and leaving something cold in its exit.

- That last part, nurse, can be a bit uncomfortable. I'm going to rotate the cervical part, which will come to cover your cervix, like an inverted umbrella.

I felt as if the doctor had taken over my uterus. I felt a mild cramp, a certain tightness. I was laying there, lost, when I heard some beeps and the doctor said "now relax, we're going to test the opening and closing of the device with this remote control. During the session, when men ejaculate, they will be sure to open it remotely". I closed my eyes. Pain. My toes curled, I lifted my pelvis. The doctor had a hard-on. He no longer tried to hide it. He took the speculum from me, which came out all slobbery. The woman seemed horny too.

The doctor pulled out the ultrasound. This was no ordinary ultrasound. It had been designed by the sect, to understand how the cannula worked via images, but also to squirt liquid and make sure that the opening and closing worked. It also had a camera on the end, of course for image kinks.

He inserted the ultrasound into me - this ultrasound felt like a dildo. It was wider and longer than a normal ultrasound, of course not for technical reasons. But that was the excuse.

- I'm going to start by filming the opening and closing of the cannula. Then I'll get closer until I touch your cervix and start filling it with liquid. Let me know when you feel pain right away.

I looked at the first monitor, feeling the opening of the cannula and seeing it. I felt pain, but I could also feel my vagina contracting on the ultrasound. I started moaning and rolling my hips around on the ultrasound.

The doctor looked at the other patient, now with more sincere eyes, and said, "As you can see, it's very pleasurable. Perhaps you'd like to touch yourself while I'm doing this part? it's positive reinforcement, psychologically, it can help you to endure and enjoy your excessive sex session".

The woman moaned, I moaned.

- Now, nurse, relax. I'm going to introduce the equivalent of 2 mL of fluid with the same texture as sperm into your vagina. You can touch yourself if you like, but it will only last a few seconds.

The mixture of pain, pleasure and frustration reached stratospheric levels. The doctor turned away, left the ultrasound recording a video, letting the woman see how she would be fucked later. 33, 45, I don't know how many times. But my scene was selling the process.

- Okay, here it comes.

I felt the squirt come out of the device. I felt the opening and closing, as if the cannula was pumping out the liquid. The doctor hadn't aimed well - as no penis would, since they don't have eyes, and it's all dark down there, isn't it?

- And of those 2 mL that came out, how many went in, doctor?

1mL, apparently. See here.

I got up to look to it. It was quite incredible.

As you can see, it's not enough. We need the second device. Come on, let's get it together from the reserve. Nurse, we'll be right back. Keep it the way it is, it's important for showing the process to our volunteer.

As he said this, he pinned my arms to the handles of the bed.

- We'll be right back, he said.

I couldn't believe that my dream was, relatively speaking, coming true. My vagina, now empty, was contracting involuntarily.

A minute later, the door opened. It was Vincent. He was horny as never before. He came in and kissed me, and said :

- You have no idea what we're like in the waiting room. We're all moaning and masturbating. I think the first round will be quick, haha. How do you feel with this cannula?

- It hurts, but I think when I'm surrounded by people, it'll be nice. I really wish you'd fuck me now.

- I have to save myself for the party. But I promise I'll come and make you all swollen. I'll tell the other guys to do it too. Do we use our BDSM codes?

- Yes. It'll be fun to make her think I can't take it anymore. But I need to change the safeword. I'll call your name, alright? Vincent is the safeword.

Vincent pinched my nipple and said he couldn't wait to fuck me. Then he left.