Preface
The year is 2060, United States. War is raging. The middle class has become the lower class. Abortion is illegal. Contraceptives are illegal. People cannot afford to feed their children. Everyone is watched inside their homes, and any resistance to procreation results in the death penalty. Infanticide especially, but even abstinence is against the law. Parents do have the option to put their children into adoption centers, but these children rarely leave the facilities, they just get repurposed as slaves. Mind control technology is at its height. It's not yet installed in most homes yet but it is installed in nearly every orphanage.
Chapter 1
I grew up in one of these "orphanages." The one I was in was run by somewhat of a wealthy rogue. He was extremely elderly and was desperately clinging to his orthodox christian values regarding modesty and sex. I can't say that it was always an unpleasant experience. The chip in my brain programmed me to wake up early and experience feelings of certainty and elation while cleaning and maintaining the facility.
I assume it was supposed to, but it did not erase my sexual thoughts or urges, it was only effective in stopping me from acting on them. If I attempted to act on sexual urges I would experience extreme pain and discomfort, which naturally resulted in a temporary loss of libido. Each tiny room had two beds in it. Mine and the girl I roomed with was the only coed room. We were the odd ones out.
We were only 10 when we were placed in this room. She couldn't speak, probably from some past trauma, it wasn't uncommon these days. We were twenty years old now. I had watched her grow into a beautiful woman. I could see the progressions in her body immaculately as they hadn't replaced our clothes since we were 13. Her body remained petite but her breasts grew large and made her clothes more form fitting than was allowed in this facility. By this point the warden's vision and general health were failing, and his attention to detail faltering, so many of the previous expectations were not being kept up with.
We always made our rounds together cleaning the facility. I loved to watch her as she cleaned. I was programmed to experience ecstasy while performing my duties and doing them with her was like being on hard drugs.
One day many men in strange uniforms raided the orphanage. They ransacked the facility and took advantage of the women. Sophia became pregnant. She grew bigger and bigger. Her clothes became even tighter. She produced milk and while she cleaned, wet spots would appear on her chest, and sometimes by the end of the day the front of her shirt would be soaked. I suspect she had back pain because she winced in pain every so often as she scrubbed the floors, The weight of her chest and stomach on her small framed seemed cumbersome.
I felt sorry for her, but her pain and her inability to control her lactation was extremely arousing to me. If I could just jack off once I could stop being such a fucking creep. As it was though I spent all day cleaning next to her with a raging hard on, watching her chest sway as she scrubbed her back legs spread wide apart to accommodate her stomach.
Chapter 2
On a summer morning, Sophia and I are making our rounds through the facility. On Mondays, we change the bedclothes in the Warden's room. He's usually out at this time of day, but as we enter the room we see him lying, decrepit in his bed. There was a slight odor in the air, as soon as it hit my nostrils I became uncontrollably excited.
"He's dead, Sophia!"
She looked perplexed, but only because she couldn't continue the task of remaking the bed with his body lying there. She would have stayed there all day if I hadn't have dragged his body off and set him in a chair for her. She strips the sheets off the bed and replaces them with clean ones. I'm imagining throwing her onto that bed and kissing her everywhere. When she's done, she exits the room and heads towards our next task.
I inform everyone we pass in the hallway that the Warden has passed away, but this information is only met by distant, confused, stares. By the looks of it the facility would continue to be maintained forever and into eternity with a bunch of brainwashed individuals with no leader or purpose. I must have somewhat of a resistance to mind control that the others lack.
I decide to withstand the searing headache that comes with walking in the opposite direction of my assigned task. I search the building. I find the control room. I brace myself wondering if simply entering this room is a forbidden action, which might leave me doubled over in pain. Luckily it's not and I enter a room with a large wooden desk, heavily decorated with paintings of christian icons and biblical imagery. On the desk is a small laptop computer, already logged in.
On the desk was a small laptop computer, it was logged in. I opened the database with all of us listed by number and photograph of us. The controls were extremely simple. I went through every individual methodically and sent them all to sleep in their quarters, except of course Sophia. I turned her free will all the way up. There was even a setting for promiscuity and the ability for arousal which was set to 0. My heart racing, I set it to 50%. I figured that was at least somewhat ethical. I set my controls desirably as well, my headache faded, and sensation of mental rest I hadn't experienced in years came over me.
I wasn't exactly prepared for what I walked into when I made my way from the control room back to Sophia and I's room. She had plunged a coat hanger into her womb, and was successfully aborting the child. Her face was rigid in both intense pain and determination. I ran back to the control room and set her pain tolerance to 100%. When I returned she was smiling and laughing in relief. Her legs were spread open before the stream of carnage and blood. I told her to meet me in the Warden's room, the only room in the facility with a large bathtub.