Marketa Willson stood in front of the door, awaiting her turn. She knew this was her certification day, it had all been ordained by the New World government. It had been in 2375 when the wars ended, and a new and powerful world body had taken over. Now in the year 2400, what began right after the new world order was founded, was a well-entrenched reality. The ruling body had maintained that the only reason for war was sexual frustration. If men were allowed the freedom to expel their natural horny drives on ready and willing women, that should insure peace.
Like every female baby that was born, Marketa had been carefully monitored. At the age of 18, those with the most attractive outward appearances would be called up to report to the government-run centers. She had received her instructions and had carefully read them, and had watched a training video that had been included so that she knew what was required of her for her initial assay.
Marketa was resigned to her fate, the ruling body had an iron grip on the world population, and you did as you were told, or you 'disappeared.' She would be trained, then bought and paid for by the businesses that wanted to offer the wealthy, well-connected male clientele the release of their sexual desires on her body.
When the door opened, Marketa went in quickly. The door was closed, and a guard moved in front of the door. Marketa marched up to the desk, where a man wearing a white lab coat sat. He pulled out a handheld scanner and found her name.
He looked her in the eye, and with no hesitation, she opened her dress and let it fall. She was now stark naked, the instructions had specifically said, no underwear of any kind. Marketa had heard stories of women who overlooked that rule. Their underwear was ripped off, tossed into a shredder, and the woman would be cuffed to a metal bar, and have her ass whipped with 5 to 10 lashes, depending on how much underwear she had been wearing. Marketa did not know if this was true, or whether it was rumors or innuendo, but she wasn't interested in finding out, firsthand, the veracity of that story.
She put her hands behind the nape of her neck, lacing her fingers together. This caused her breasts to jut out, as the man with the lab coat got up, and circled her body, she could feel his eyes traveling over every inch of her nude flesh, almost like a physical touch. He activated the scanner, and ran it over every bit of her body, getting a close record of every smooth soft curve.
He then stood to the side, and his hand reached out, cupping a breast and playing with her nipple. Marketa made a low, growling noise in her throat, and her nipple stiffened up immediately, he toyed with her tit for a minute or so, then switched to her other nipple, tweaking and pulling as her other nipple rose up, just as stiff and hard.
He played with her nipple, then released it, and on the scanner's keyboard, he noted, "Nipple responsiveness, Level one."
His hand reached back out, and he swirled it downward, through her neatly trimmed nest of blonde pubic hair, and found her pussy. He slid his finger in and noted with satisfaction that she was indeed a virgin.
The New World government had a very strict no-sex ban before being selected for the servicing centers. Any that were no longer virgins would have the choice of being exiled in the wastelands or being a fuck toy in the all-male prisons.
Another notation, "Certified virgin" was added to her checklist.
Both hands reached down, cupped her ass cheeks, and fondled them, judging her sexy moons. She knew that they were sexy, in the darkness of her room, long after midnight, by the light of a candle, she had let her 20-year-old brother jerk his cock while he stroked her ass cheeks. That was as close to her virginity as she was prepared to go, the punishment for non-virgins was no rumor, it was a reality.
Her examiner wrote a few notes, and said, "Oral training, go through door 5 please."
She quickly did as she was told, and she met her attendant. She was going to be trained in the art of oral sex, she would learn how to be a first-class cocksucker. Once her training in oral pleasures was deemed to be proficient, she would be offered up to the businesses that served wealthy, well-connected clients. There, she would be ready to take to her knees and suck whatever cock was offered to her, with no hesitation.
She would serve six months as a paid-for cocksucker, then she would be returned to the training centers, for fucking. Before they took on the first cock, they would have their hymens broken, the bidding for the honor of bursting open their virgin barriers was always a frenzied affair, and the rich and powerful would pay huge sums to the ruling body, for being the one to claim that prize.
Once the lucky winner had broken them open, they would either be immediately vended out, for businesses that wanted the hot, wet, almost virgin cling of a just deflowered pussy for their clients or be trained to be a hot, wet, eager live fuck doll, for businesses that wanted their clients to get a hot, wet, skillful ride.
Marketa knew that the ones who really enjoyed it, and showed such inclinations to more, would be sent back to the training centers after a year, and moved up to ass fucking, orgy, or for the really hot ones, the Kink section.
Her attendant was a large fellow, strong but not cruel. Knowing what was required of her, she opened her mouth, and a thick leather cord was fitted between her lips, in a cleave gag style. She was led down a long corridor. Producing a key, her attendant unlocked a door, and led her inside, closing and re-locking it behind her.
