The Academy
Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day: she'd been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.
She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds without a bra to quite a show. They were covered by the thin blouse only. Her red micro-minis-skirt - more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.
Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she'd put on her usual, appealing low amount of makeup.
She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.
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Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn't walk, they kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. They trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators.
Facilitators were very respected members of society. The latter itself being a carefully balanced equilibrium of powers designed to prevent all reasons that had led to the great wars some 1000 years ago. Before, society was based on a strange mix of religious beliefs, political power, personal interests of the actors and had had uncountable influencers.
Prejudice, exploitation, intolerance, harassment of minorities and religious madness as well as misinterpretation had led to a war, that had put people on Earth to the verge of existence.
The survivors had built a world where the thoughts of people had been cleansed of those deadly traits. Everything that could lead to imbalance was banned, punishable by Removal.
The societies' structure had been altered. There were no more relations, no more marriages of the old kind. People could live together and interact as they'd wish, but it wasn't a major factor anymore to strive for a family.
Procreation was a technical function, one was asked for from time to time if the genes matched. Unwanted conceiving was impossible. Children were brought up in breeding stations and enjoyed the best care and education that could possibly be achieved.
The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds.
It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed: submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys. The important part in Facilitator selection was to find humans, featuring specific genetic properties that were required for them to later want and love their life. Being a Facilitator wasn't a punishment or an obligation, it was pure bliss for the selected ones. It was, what got them a fulfilled life.
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Sasha floated down the stairs of the great meeting hall. There were hundreds of people all over the place. When she had approached the top of the wide stairs, she felt as if every single male and quite a lot of the female eyes had turned on her. Even for a Facilitator she was exceptionally beautiful.
The Choosing would soon commence. The dean held a lengthy lecture about the importance of Facilitators for society and everlasting peace. After some 30 minutes, he concluded by wishing everybody a successful Choosing.
Each of today's thirty Facilitator had a badge with a unique symbol - in Sasha's case, it was a purple wand, decorated with golden braids.
First the men and women for outside were supposed to choose who they'd be interested to adopt, making them the Adopters. They made their choice known by getting a matching token for their adoptee from the available baskets with assorted tokens. Then they were asked to present them to their chosen Facilitator.
The Facilitators were known to the adopters in detail as information about them had been made public before the event. So, adopters would know the preferences and kinks of all the Facilitators before choosing.
The presentation could take quite a while, as each adopter was required to present himself to the Facilitator, describing his interests and kinks.
After that, the Bonding would take place: the Facilitator would accept one (or no) adopter. They would both don the token to their clothes to make the choice public. The Bonding was supposed to be a kind of probation period. The adopter and the adoptee were supposed to get to know each other and verify their choice. Any of them could terminate and restart at any time.
Sasha had listened to all (some 80) adopters. She was tired. And she had made her choice right from the beginning. There was one man, about 6'5" tall - dark, short hair, who had drawn her attention. He had an air of someone who was fine with himself, without seeming arrogant. He'd been smiling all through the dean's lecture - and hadn't let her one second out of his sight. She could imagine, that he'd be someone who knew exactly what he wanted - on the other hand would protect what was his by all means.
He presented himself as the last adopter and was named Jonathan.
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