Eva practically bounced into the Fertility Ministry this morning. Today was yet another big day in her year-long training program, the day that they actually learn how babies are made. Of course, everyone had a vague understanding of the simple, age old equation sperm + egg = baby. But one of the Ministry's top, top secrets was how they procure said sperm since the eradication of men at the dawn of the Global Republic.
There were rumors, of course, but no one knew for sure. Were there live men being kept on the premises? If so, how could they possibly keep them in anything resembling a humane condition? Did the Ministry simply use frozen samples from The Before Times? If so, wouldn't their stock eventually run out? Were they somehow able to artificially manufacture sperm? And if so, how did they prevent an inevitable genetic bottleneck?
As a part of her training, Eva learned that the Ministry did, in fact, keep a few hundred, highly selected men (bred for their passivity and sperm production) on the premises. However, the details of how they kept them and extracted their sperm was still mysterious. Today, she would learn these things firsthand.
Eva and her classmates—the ones who hadn't dropped or flunked out of the difficult intensive training so far—gathered outside of the highly guarded and vaguely named Research & Development department, and waited impatiently for their bubbly, but often scatterbrained professor, Sandra. She showed up fashionably late as usual.
"Sorry," Sandra said, exasperated, brushing a few dark locks out of her eyes, "I forgot that I had to pick up your guest badges," she explained while handing out them out.
"OK, so!" The professor beamed, looking around at her eager students, "Today is a big day! Now, remember, you might see some shocking things today. If you're feeling unwell or uneasy, it's nothing to be ashamed of, and we won't hold it against you. I ran out screaming during my first visit. It's one thing reading about men or even seeing their photos in textbooks, but another altogether seeing them in real life."
There were a few nervous glances from the other women as she spoke. Just how bad could it be?
Sandra scanned her card, and the heavy doors lit up green, unlocking. All the trainees followed her lead and entered a lobby before scanning their cards again, gaining access to what was simply nicknamed "the farm."
Eva gasped upon entering "The Farm." Not from the men, but from the sheer size and complexity of the operation. There were hundreds of glass cubicles, each about 5 meters by 5 meters, containing a bed, shower, toilet, and small table for eating. There were also a several small, tubular devices protruding from one of the walls, each connecting to external containers, though we couldn't really tell what those were for.
The men all wore full, skintight body suits, with a hood, a bit like SCUBA wetsuits, and a small visor covering their eyes. We learned that a virtual reality world was playing for them through their visors, and the pressure sensors and speakers in the suit and around the room helped "sell" this reality with haptic feedback and sounds. Additionally, most of the floor was an omnidirectional treadmill, allowing the men to feel as if they are living in a much larger space.
The first thing that stood out, seeing them up close, was how BIG some of them were. Not just tall, but also broad shoulders. And of course, there was the obvious bulge between their legs. Eva looked around, to see other women wincing around her, but she was feeling something completely different, seeing men up close and personal for the first time since being taken away from her family in childhood. She couldn't quite explain it, but she didn't feel grossed out, at all. Quite the opposite, she couldn't take her eyes off them.
The teacher let them walk around the massive room, simply observing at first. There was a small screen by each cubicle, displaying the AI generated virtual reality which they were experiencing, in real time. Some were eating a meal. Others were out for a jog, or other sports. Others were fishing, reading, watching a movie, and any other number of leisure activities.
Eva walked through the seemingly unending rows of men, each enjoying a reality specifically tailored to their desires, when she heard a scream from one of her classmates. She, and the others, quickly made their way toward the origin of the scream.
"Oh, you girls are lucky!" the professor beamed. "Calm down dear, it's OK," she said to the panicked girl, who was still covering her eyes in terror. "This is D-237, one of our most...prolific producers..."
Eva cautiously rounded to corner to the gathered crowd and saw what the fuss was about. This specimen, D-237, had unzipped a small zipper just over his crotch, and his engorged cock and balls were now fully out of the suit.
Eva, briefly, looked back at her classmates, who were all horrified, but again, she could not be more interested. Her eyes were wide as she looked at his throbbing cock.
"Ewww...it's sooo...veiny!" One of her classmates shrieked.
"Now now, ladies, let's be professionals here. As you can see from the monitor, it believes it's about to have sex with a woman."
Eva noted how the professor used "it" instead of other traditional pronouns for men, per Ministry policy, especially when referring to specimens from The Farm.
The class could see from his perspective in his reality that a naked blonde woman was urging him over to her. She bent over the virtual arm of his couch, urging him to take her from behind. This lined up perfectly with the layout of the room, his lover's virtual pussy being the collection device in the real world.
"The AI is programmed to lead it over to one of the various collection receptacles," the professor explained, "which will simulate whichever orifice he prefers, and collect its semen for us to filter and use to fertilize eggs."
Eva continued hearing murmurs of disgust behind her, but her eyes were now glued to the scene in front of her. She kept looking back and forth between the fictional scene in virtual reality, compared to what was really happening. In the real world, he started humping this sperm collector hard and fast. She was shocked by how rough and aggressive the sex was, nothing like the slow, sensual build up that she's always experience with her girlfriends. Though, much more like the aggressive nature that she was ashamed to have loved from Hannah, prior to staring at the Ministry.
"Ummm...professor?" Eva started, nervously, eyes still glued to the scene, "are they...all this...big?"
There were a few giggles around her. Clearly she wasn't the only one thinking it.
"Well, it's slightly larger than average...but I can see why its...member...would be shocking when most women aren't penetrated by anything nearly as large, if at all, these days."
Indeed, while there were some sex toys used for penetration, the whole notion had become fairly taboo over the years. Some radicals even believed that any penetration was inherently violent and should be considered a sex crime.
"Ohh, this is exciting," Sandra said, drawing everyone's attention, often against their will, to watch the scene in front of them, "Do you see how its balls are starting to tighten? Yes, I believe it's about to ejaculate..."
Eva had heard that some women ejaculate, but she was not prepared to see him coming into the container. It looked like a lot to her untrained eyes.
"Wow, look at that, class! As you can see, D-237 produces roughly two or three times as much semen as average, and with an extremely high sperm count. D-237 also has a very high libido. Most specimens here will ejaculate once or twice a day on average, but it needs to come at least four or five times most days. Its record is ten times, I believe..."
Despite herself, Eva couldn't help but feel aroused. She watched the last few spurts of his hot come dripped out of his cock, and watched it slowly get smaller and go limp. Eva looked around at her classmates, who were, to a person, visibly disturbed by what they just saw. She tried to look away and compose herself, wondering consciously what was going on with her lately?
The class finished the first walk through tour, going through the top-secret labs where they sort and store the sperm, using cutting-edge technology to reduce undesirable traits (starting, as they would learn, with the gender-defining Y-chromosome), and then to the fertilization lab where egg and sperm join for parents-to-be.
They ended at one of the few publicly accessible parts of the Ministry, the incubation room. Here, parents could come by and check on their baby as it develops from embryo, to fetus, to baby. Some parents still elected to have their fertilized eggs implanted, so they could experience pregnancy and birth, but most opted for this far more sanitized and safe approach.
Eva tried to pay attention, but her mind was still stuck back with specimen D-237. For one, there was the moral implication of having hundreds of men living their whole existence as prisoners—as slaves!—for the greater good. It didn't sit right with her. But the most prominent thing was the highly erotic scene that had just unfolded. She kept seeing, on a loop, him coming over and over. She saw the look of delight on the face of the AI lover, as he filled her. She saw the strained look on his face and the animalistic grunts as he released his massive load. And most of all, she thought of his huge, veiny, throbbing cock pounding away at his lover. She couldn't help but wonder what it was like to actually have sex with a man.
Fuck! It was sexy, and she didn't know what to do with this. It was crazy and impossible! And yet, those images played on repeat in her mind.
She wasn't
supposed
to be attracted to men. No one was. Vaccinations were mandatory for all children (the vaccine was actually a watered-down version of the pandemic causing lesbian virus, minus the extreme horniness for obvious reasons). Indeed, getting the vaccination was the first thing the government required of her when she was taken away from her family.
In a horny haze, she finished the group tour with her classmates and made her way to the Library. She wanted to read more about the foundation of the Ministry. Thankfully, her next reading assignment covered precisely this topic. First up, the extremely exciting title "Ministry Field Report: ID-1013," written approximately 6 months after the pandemic started.
* * *
MINISTRY FIELD REPORT: ID-1013
Our attempts at finding sperm donors that are viable candidates (i.e. not carrying an immunity to The Virus), of sufficient genetic variety, and producing enough sperm to be of value to our society continues.
As Ministry Leadership is aware, many potential specimens that have thus far been captured have been immune to The Virus, and therefore pose a risk of creating immunity in the general population. These specimens, along with the unfortunate women who remain immune have been segregated from the general population and from each other for monitoring and public safety. Were a sufficient number of future generations immune to The Virus, and without sufficient male specimens to satisfy the growing heterosexual female population, there would likely be an upheaval and possibly even a collapse of the Global Republic. All of our progress would be lost. As such, we hope to eliminate this natural immunity from the global gene pool.
Further complicating our efforts to produce the desired quantity and quality of sperm necessary to keep producing future generations of womankind, the specimen that have been captured have displayed an unwillingness to "self-express," and the ones who do, have shown a steady reduction in both testosterone and sperm production in captivity.
Despite recent discussions about tasking Ministry staff with the physical extraction of sperm (i.e. using hands to massage and extract the semen), we have concluded that it is not a sustainable long-term solution, for both the mental and physical wellbeing of our staff. Indeed, many staff are still traumatized by men from The Before Times, or if not traumatized, at least no longer sexually interested in men, and this would be akin to demanding Ministry staff sexually assault themselves "for the greater good." Clearly, this is not a feasible option.
Our Research & Development team have made recent strides in a virtual reality interface that
might
fool any new specimens that we capture. Unfortunately, those who have already been living under captivity are not so easily fooled (let alone cooperative) at this juncture.
As such, we are on the lookout for new specimens who have thus far evaded capture.
Using satellite imaging and infrared scanning from drones, we have come across a promising specimen, A-42. The specimen, who we believe was previously known as Peter Murphy, a former high school chemistry teacher, appears to have set out on its own into the Appalachian Mountains early on in the pandemic. A-42 has created a small settlement by a small mountain lake, several hundred kilometers from the nearest population center.
Our goal was to sedate and capture specimen A-42 and keep it under sedation until it could be installed into our state-of-the-art virtual reality booth at the Research & Development department at the Ministry. Our thinking, which we believe was vindicated by the following transcript, was that if we can fool specimen A-42 into thinking the pandemic was some sort of bad dream, that "waking up" in a virtual space that closely mirrored its previous life, perhaps it would believe the simulated reality.
Prior to capture, we conducted thorough research with specimen A-42's surviving friends, colleagues, and family, as well as using photos and videos from its defunct social media accounts to recreate its former life with the help of AI computer simulation. We also utilized its digital footprint, using an algorithm to search its viewing history, particular concerning pornography, in order to increase its stimulation arousal. Our research into men indicates that the more aroused they are, the less critical thinking skills are used. So it is important to keep our specimens aroused, which will also hopefully lead to an increase in its production capacity.
The following is a transcript of the first interaction, upon specimen A-42 "waking up" in its new simulated reality:
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A-42
