As I stood alone, taking in the sight of the cramped life-pod which had been my home for so long, I simply could not believe that five years had passed since my life had changed forever and I had started this journey on my way to becoming the wanton, lustful, experienced whore that I had now most undoubtedly become.
The transformation in me was almost too much to either believe or contemplate and would certainly not have been believed by the vast majority of citizens of the Northern enclave, even if they were ever to be told of it which, of course, they never would. The Legislature would make certain of that, to the point of having me ejected from the safety of the enclave, or worse, should I ever disclose my true origins or the secrets I had learned.
Five long years which had seemingly sped by in a blur of sexual cravings, abuse and debauchery, punctuated only by the carrying and delivering of two sons to Aaron, as was legally required of me, 'for the good of mankind', by The Legislature. And now our partnering was over and I was to be allocated to another man and would be required to bear him a child before doing the same for another seven men, all of whom would make the most of their limited opportunity to 'own' a woman by using me in every vile way possible during my time with them.
Although still only 23, I possessed the experience and sexual skills of a woman very much older and who had been tutored and trained in the sexual arts at the Global School for Girls, an institution whose main aim was to develop and nurture obedience, submission and the acceptance of sexual exploitation in all young girls and women.
Born a male, I had attended the Global School for Boys where I steadfastly failed to convince them of my ability to maintain the dominance over women that society and The Legislature demanded of men whilst Llara, the great love of my young life, had been headhunted, at a very young age, for her assertive manner, intelligence and her undoubted attraction to other girls, something which was not only frowned upon throughout society, but was deemed illegal and punishable by expulsion from the enclave.
Her treachery in making a deal with The Legislature and arranging to steal not only my identity but also my body, leaving me in her, admittedly, beautiful feminine form was still the single biggest regret of my short life and the cause of my greatest anguish. How could anyone do that to another human being without their consent, especially someone who loves them as deeply as I had loved her?
Having made love to Llara just the one time as a male on the night of our official partnering, my planned happiness had been torn asunder as Llara, now Aaron, spent the following years getting his sick pleasures from my constant sexual torture and defilement. It seemed that nothing was either too abusive or unnatural that he would not force me to perform it for his perverse and sordid gratification.
As if having to live with him in our allocated life-pod were not bad enough, I had the additional degradation of having, thanks to the agreement made by Aaron, to transfer once each month to the secret enclave that I had now learned had been built by The Legislature for their own use and where they could forcibly take the most beautiful young women and subject them to the most humiliating and degrading of sexual and emotional abuse, using a cocktail of mind altering drugs to turn the poor young women into sex-crazed libertines, regardless of their own natural inclinations, tastes or desires.
All women, from the age of eighteen, were required to take their 'daily supplement', supposedly a healthy mix of vitamins and minerals to help their bodies cope with the stresses of modern-day life, as they are required by law and 'for the good of mankind' to conceive and deliver nine children to eight different fathers to whom the woman is allocated and with whom it is her duty to produce the required number of offspring.
At least, that is the official line from those in power.
Having become quite close to Letty and Hanna, two fellow members of The Harem, I had learned some troubling and uncomfortable truths during my time as a member of that particular group.
The daily supplement did, indeed, contain many of the health-promoting ingredients that we were told of but, more importantly, it also contained high levels of a mind altering drug which created within us deep carnal desires and an abnormally heightened libido. Clearly, the intention was to ensure that every woman carried out her duty 'for the good of mankind' with willing enthusiasm, regardless of the man she had been allocated to or her own, personal, tastes or desires.
At least, with this knowledge, I could now understand the ease with which I had taken to my life of sexual slavery and my almost constant craving for sex in all its many varied and deviant forms.
When I first learned of the true nature of our daily supplement, I secretly stopped taking it, determined to know my true feelings and experience my own, uncorrupted mind.
For the first 24 hours little changed. My sexual hunger was just as evident and still ruled my every waking moment. As the first day moved into the second, however, my body began to respond to the lack of the drugs within me. I was overtaken by a deep, morbid depression accompanied by blurred vision, blinding headaches and searing pains ripping through my body. I had no choice other than to continue to take my daily treatment.
Clearly, my body had become addicted to, and dependent upon, this regular intake of narcotics and, if I were to ever experience life without their effects, I would need to wean myself off them extremely slowly.
In the weeks and months that followed I began taking note of the exact time at which I took my daily supplement. By taking the tablet just half an hour later each day I managed, within less than two months, to reduce my dependence on them to just one tablet every two days. Fortunately for me, Aaron had become so focussed upon furthering his career within The Legislature that he noticed nothing amiss and never questioned either my actions or my devotion.
Although my intake of the drugs had reduced by 50%, my desires and carnal needs had barely altered and my mind was tormented by the possibility that our suspicions were wrong and that the tablets contained nothing more sinister than the health-giving supplements that our masters claimed and that my shameful, wanton behaviour was, in fact, my true personality coming to the fore and I was therefore nothing more than a naturally submissive and libidinous slut.
Despite my misgivings and disappointment at the lack of change in my demeanour, I was determined to continue to reduce my dependance on the drugs and would carry on with my regime of withdrawal from their hold on me.
In the following months I successfully reduced my dependance on the tablets, flushing the unused ones away so that I still requested and received my correct monthly allocation. I remained ever mindful to ensure that I displayed the same craving desires whenever Aaron instructed me to pleasure him, refusing him nothing and continuing to instigate regular sexual congress between us in order to not arouse his suspicions, unashamedly debasing myself to ensure his total satisfaction.
During my monthly trips to the other, secret, enclave I gave myself wholeheartedly to each and every Legislature member who wanted me, singly or in groups of up to twenty or more, never tiring or failing to respond to their perverse demands or repeated abuse, no longer feeling any shame at being used and defiled in front of an audience of eager young men, each impatiently waiting his turn to bury his shaft into one or other of my tortured, tender cavities, defiling and debasing my fine and beautiful clothing with their foul semen.
I had long ago learned to adore the feel of the exotic fabrics of the outfits supplied to members of The Harem, from the beautiful, elegant gowns to the tight, cosseting lace and sheer translucent gossamer of the delicate and erotic lingerie. Even the downright raunchy and blatantly provocative sexuality of the kinkier, specialist attire requested by certain individuals during our private sessions caused me to experience an undeniable thrill at the way my body looked when encased in the rubber, natural animal hide or pvc fantasy wear that some preferred.
It didn't take me too long to realise that, dressed in such attire, I had power. Power over the feeble minds and base instincts of the pathetic and predictable males who were enthralled by my appearance and, particularly, by my innate ability to milk them of their life force, never failing to drain them completely, making them spill their seed either in me or over my writhing, voluptuous body leaving them spent and, at least temporarily, helpless.
Despite the fact that my constant cravings for sexual relief were abating slightly when not engaged in my womanly duties, my body still responded to sexual stimuli in the same unabashed way that it had ever since my transformation into Llara. In my mind I was convinced that the regular intake of their prescribed medication was still controlling my body's reaction but I could not deny that the ease, regularity and strength of my orgasms had in no way been reduced.
In my reverie I had failed to notice that Aaron had silently entered the room of the life-pod that we had shared and which had been the venue for my regular and total defilement whilst also bearing mute witness to my shameful and meek acceptance of it. How long he had been there I did not know but I blushed for the first time in many years when I realised that he must have been observing me and that I had, unconciously, been cupping my breast, stroking the nipple through the flimsy, tight fabric of my top and that my nipples were clearly inflamed and erect.
Instead of advancing on me and forcing me to submit to his desires one last time as I expected, he simply stood watching me, a look somewhat akin to regret on his face and displaying none of his usual arrogance, portraying a somewhat somnolent demeanour.
'Thank you, Llara,' he said, 'for my two sons and for... everything.'
I was taken aback at this uncharacteristic display of humility and consideration, half suspecting some hidden undertone of malice but he continued in the same measured and concilliatory manner.
'I probably won't see you again for some considerable time,' he continued, 'as a fairly junior member of The Legislature I am not yet entitled to experience the pleasures and privileges of The Harem. But one day I will be in that exalted position and we will be reunited. I look forward to that day immensely.'
I shuddered at the thought of him corrupting me further and couldn't wait to get away from his evil perversions but I was still unaware of my fate and was desperate to learn what was to become of me.
'Wh... where am I to go...' I stammered, 'to whom have I been given?'
He looked at me in a way that I had never seen in him before, as if with a kind of reverance.
'You are to transport to the other place immediately. You will discover your destiny there. You are extremely lucky, Llara, I hope you come to recognise the great honour that the Legislature are bestowing upon you. The Leader will see you in person. Just make sure you do not let him down, I'm dependng on you to be there when my rise to the higher echelons is complete and we can resume our relationship.'
Although I was baffled and confused by his words which seemed to me to make no sense whatsoever, I found it difficult to not burst out laughing at his reference to what we had experienced as a relationship. He had brutalised me for over five years, using me as his personal sex slave and giving scant consideration to my feelings, needs or desires.
With a curt nod and a half-smile, he turned and left the life-pod, leaving me alone to ponder my future.
What could The Leader possibly have in store for me other than to continue to take his pleasure with my body? I genuinely feared for my sanity if I was to be required to continue to produce children for men I didn't like, let alone love, whilst carrying on as an unpaid whore for the whole of The Legislature.
As I contemplated my possible fate, I sobbed softly, tears of despair rolling unbidden down my cheeks to fall like agonised raindrops at my feet.
I had never known such gnawing, all emcompassing fear. But what exactly was it that I was so afraid of?
That my life wouldn't really change at all?
