Human Breeding Program
In the not so distant future, the population of the planet has decreased sharply. There has been for years debate about ways to promote population growth. The United States Congress has created by law the Department of Human Conservation (DHC). This department was enabled to enact regulations related to human breeding for those who are part of its program.
Congress also instituted a draft of people between the ages of 18-30. Everyone was split into draft classes based on demographic information. This draft would be administered by the Department for the purpose of staffing the Human Breeding Programs along with volunteers. Those who are drafted can opt out of the programs by claiming to be Conscientious Objectors, but due to changed attitudes towards sex and a general support for the programs, opting out is rare.
Audrey wakes up in her bed buried under mounds of blankets and pillows. She is a young woman of 22 years. She untangles herself from her covers and crawls out of bed. Sleepily she looks at herself in the mirror on her wall.
As usual, Audrey had fallen asleep topless wearing nothing save for a pair of panties. She chuckled to herself quietly as she sees why most of her life she has been the daydream of all of the boys, and many girls, in school. She has a delicious body, having somewhat large breasts that droop only slightly due to their weight, shapely legs with thick thighs, a cute little tummy, and a round bottom. Her skin is pale, as one would expect from a redhead, but not near-translucent as it is for some. Her long red hair hugged her naked body and a few strands clung to her lovely breasts, as if even her own hair couldn't get enough of them.
She admired her form in the mirror for a minute or two. The image and the feeling of nakedness was beginning to turn her on. Audrey could feel the sensation growing between her thighs and spreading through her whole body. Audrey had always felt attraction to all sexes, something not uncommon to embrace in this day and age, and her mind began to wander, imagining that the body she saw belonged to another woman, she thought of all the things she wanted to do to it, and all the things she wanted to have done to it, as she settled back on the corner of her bed.
Her fingers began to wander across her beautiful young body, playing across her thighs, teasing herself, cupping her breasts and feeling them bounce as she released them, pinching her nipples and feeling them get hard. Her face reddened as she became more and more aroused. While one hand continued to caress herself, the other hand slipped a finger into her panties and slipped them down her round butt and off of her little pink vagina, which at this point was wet with her own juices and seemed to her to be pulsating. She began stroking herself, slowly at first then quicker and quicker.
Waves of pleasure wash over her body. She needs this, she needs to finish. She approaches climax and slows instinctively to make the moment last just a little longer. She was so close, just a few more seconds would do.
BAM BAM BAM! A knock on the door. "DHC!" a voice called from outside. "Shit!" she said out loud. Audrey scrambled to find her clothes. She slid her panties back over her dripping pussy and threw on an oversized T-shirt she found lying on the floor.
She was trying to find the shorts she was wearing the night before when the knocking was heard a second time. BAM BAM BAM! "DHC open the door!" the voice barked. "Shit!" She said again.
Figuring that the shirt covered enough of her she went to the door. When she opened the door she saw two bored and slightly irritated looking men wearing uniforms marked with the DHC insignia. "Are you Audrey Kenny?" one man asked. "Umm, y-yes?" she said hesitantly. "In that case you were notified 11 days ago that you have been drafted into the Human Breeding Project. You were supposed to report to your local DHC office yesterday at 3:00pm Eastern Standard Time for onboarding." "Oh no! I don't think I ever received the notification, my internet hasn't been working well for the past month or so and the utility company hasn't-" she stammered. "We aren't looking for excuses ma'am. We aren't judicial officers. We are just here to escort you to the office," said the other man.
"Oh... ok... just let me get dressed real quick," She said timidly. "I'm sorry ma'am there is no time. Because you didn't show up for your assigned time yesterday there is only a very brief window of time to process you today," The first man said. Suddenly she regretted only putting on a T-shirt. "I'll only be a minute please just let me put on bottoms," she pleaded with the men. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you are coming with us, you are being taken into custody," The first man said as both men nonchalantly stepped forward and grabbed her arms.
She instinctively tried to wrestle her arms free, but the agents were too strong, noting her resistance they handcuffed her hands behind her back. "You are being arrested for failing to appear for onboarding as required by federal law. Though you are not being charged at this time you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you-" she barely heard the words as they came from his mouth. Though Audrey was more or less comfortable with her body she was still embarrassed to be wearing such little clothes in the back of the van with the two men, though the men seemed about as disinterested as any two men could be with a beautiful scantily clad woman so nearby.
Her legs were bare, as were her feet. The shirt normally fell high on her thigh, but sitting down the shirt rode up past her bottom and her panties were surely visible from the front of the car. She wanted to adjust the shirt, but her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Her nipples and the shape of her breasts was clearly evident through the thin fabric of her shirt as she was not wearing a bra.
She could feel her pale skin turning red with embarrassment. Worst of all in her mind she could not help feeling incredibly aroused. She had not finished earlier and certainly could not now bound as she was and under surveillance. Though she thought that being watched was probably what was turning her on.