His cock was liberating, it sliced through my being as I heard his balls smack against my ass. My eyes fluttered every time he withdrew only to feel the sweet sensation as he filled me up again.
In Sector C, sex is punishable by death. Every human born here is injected with a sensor, whereby increased sexuality activity sets it off effectively blowing up that individual's head!
How are humans born you may ask. Well that's what Sector's A and B are for. Sector A consists of the rich business folk who make their living gambling on our lives. Sector B otherwise know as the sleazy Sector, is where sex occurs 24/7. The although what makes me shudder is the thought that the reality over there might be worse than the stories!
Due to the over population in Sector B, babies such as myself are sent to Sector C, otherwise known as the garbage dump of the city. There's only one thing to do in Sector C and that is to survive on your own and if you're lucky and make it to 20, you will be entered into an annual gladiatorial battle, where it's either kill or be killed.
Hopefully that explains why sex is outlawed in Sector C, we basically are the pawns that Sector A gambles with, their hobby, their pass time, their invention. Sector B is used as the whoring district where "noble" men from Sector A go to sow their seeds unbeknownst to their loving wives, however it mainly consists of men and women who love to fuck.
So is this mysterious dick that is giving me such sweet pleasure? Well for one my head hasn't exploded, in that very moment the only thing I wanted to explode inside of me was this giant cock. I grunted with each thrust now, moaning into the tree, as he continued his assault on my pussy.
With a groan, he grabbed my hips tightly. I felt the wave of hot spunk inside of me, as he unloaded into the depths of my womb.
-2045-//Sector C//
I am 19 years old, death and ruin lay behind and ahead of me. I have survived this long by forming friendships and never staying too long in one place. Although Sector C is not that large it is full of criminals looking for the most prized possession of all... food!
Every week a food truck from Sector A arrives loaded with food that will only feed a third of us. Sector A had bets running on all of us, to see which of us would make it to 20. I often wondered who was betting on me, well whoever it was, I intended to make them very rich. I had no plans on dying any time soon.
I was walking down a cobbled street in near pitch darkness, the moon wasn't out tonight, yet the villains were.
