- This document contains the rules and regulations for participants in the breeding programme. For convenience, the rules and separated into those that apply to female and male breeders.
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You are required to wear clothes that advertise your availability. Short skirts, tight tops and fishnet stockings are recommended.
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You are required to wear the tag in a place that is obvious from all angles. Two tags have been provided. Using these as earrings has been found to be effective.
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If asked whether you are an active breeder you must always answer in the affirmative.
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It is forbidden not to go out and about during your breeding period as this may lead to underperformance and entry into the force breeding programme.
- It is your responsibility to ensure that each coupling is recorded. If you fail to record a coupling then it does not count towards your quota and you will need to undertake an additional impregnation attempt to make up for it.
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Attempts can be recorded by the male participant by signing your breeding log. These will be added to the public record.
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If you forget your log, a breeding attempt may be recorded if the male breeder signs your body. In this case you must attempt to locate a policeman who will update the public record. The policeman may require further evidence in the form of seminal fluid discharge from your vagina. You must submit to any evidentiary testing requested.
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If the partner does not confirm the attempt using either of these two methods, then you can apply for the copulation to be entered into the public record.
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To do this you must find a non-related witness to submit photographic evidence of the attempt.
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The photograph must meet the following conditions.
- The photographic evidence must be submitted by the witness who cannot be a:
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It is up to you how to find a suitable witness willing to follow the process above.
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Claims take from 10 to 15 days to be processed. We recommend that you continue to work towards your quote while the claims process is underway.
- The state recognises the importance of maximizing the chance of successful copulations therefore the following rules have been established to maximise the chance of arousal in the breeding pair.
- These apply to any male breeder who, to maximise the arousal of the male partner, may:
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The state recognizes that some male breeders cannot fully perform without additional equipment, either for improved arousal or improved access. In those cases, the male breeders have applied for and received permission to use the following additional equipment as per the certification on their card.
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The certifications are:
- In the case that you are presented with light bondage certification, you must allow:
- In the case that you are presented with light bondage certification, you must allow the same equipment as light bondage with the addition of:
- In the case that you are presented with light humiliation certification, you must accept any of the following gags when offered to you:
- In the case that you are presented with heavy humiliation certification, the rules for light humiliation certification apply with the addition of:
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The state recognized that some male breeders cannot fully perform without the additional stimulation of additional partners. In those cases, the male breeders have applied for and received the accompanying female certification on their card.
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With appropriate certification, the male breeder can require any accompanying female to be subject to standard acts.
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A female is deemed to be accompanying if:
- The participation of the accompanying female is the responsibility of the female breeder.
- Male breeders should make all reasonable attempts to ejaculate during vaginal intercourse.
I smiled. “It’s a porn DVD. Some particularly nasty lesbian porn I was watching earlier. Why, do you want to watch too?”
Her nose wrinkled. “Of course not.”
We entered the bedroom and I closed the door. She was two rooms away from her daughter and had absolutely no idea. I moved towards her and took the hem of her top in my hands, commanding her to lift her arms so I could pull it off. She complied, affecting the disinterested look she always wore early in our sessions. Her ripe, ever-so-slightly sagging breasts came into view and I pinched and twisted one while biting the other none-too-gently, drawing a moan of pain-pleasure from her. I left the skirt on her and instructed her to lay on the bed. Once she was there, I cuffed her hands to the bedhead and lifted her ankles, cuffing them to the bedhead too so that they were raised and spread wide. In that position she was completely open to me, her skirt riding up to expose her pussy.
I stood and laughed. “Look at you, you filthy old whore. What would the girls at the tennis club say if they could see you now, hey?” She started blushing, and it got worse when I pulled out the camera and recorded the scene for posterity. After that, I got down to business, slipping out of my clothes and climbing onto the bed. Without foreplay or warning, I sank my cock deep into the bitch, her open legs and soaked cunt welcoming me. She grunted slightly as I bottomed out hard, then I began pumping her, hard and fast. I watched her eyes begin to drift, lost in a world of cock as I fucked her. She began to mewl and moan back at me, her hips working as much as they could under the circumstances.
I’d entered her without warning, and I withdrew the same way, pulling one stroke long and exiting her pussy, leaving her hips still working and her moans changing to a slightly begging tone. She wasn’t too far from cumming, even after such minor stimulation. To cool her off, I reached for an icebucket I’d placed on the sideboard, and slipped an ice cube into her pussy, and another into her navel. The pussy one slipped out quickly, but nestled on the bed at her asshole, and make her squirm nicely. I stood and whispered to her “I’ll be back in a little while, when I feel like using you again, whore. Don’t make any noise. I’m expecting visitors, and if they hear you, I might just let them come in for a look.” Her eyes were wide with surprise by the end of my first sentence, and she was utterly outraged by the time I walked from the room. She was silent, though.
I left the room on a massive high. I had two submissive sluts, in two separate scenes at once, begging to do my bidding. It didn’t get any better than this.
I returned to Tammie. She was slumped in her bonds, dripping with sweat. Her ears picked up the sound of the door closing behind me and she magically came to life, twisting her head to get a look at me. I sat in front of her, my eyes level with hers. “Want me to take the plug out, slut?”
“Yes please, Sir. Please?”
How could I say no to that? I moved to her ass and started easing the plug from her. By this point it was almost bone dry in there, and I could see that it hurt coming out. I pushed it back in an inch then released it again, just enjoying the look of pain on her face. Once it was out I set it aside, then began setting up a piece of apparatus behind Tammie, where she could not see. It was a dildo, mounted on the end of a broomstick. The broomstick in turn sat in an adjustable base, so I could change its length and angle. I positioned it right at the entrance to her pussy so that she could back up onto it a couple of inches. Once it was in position, she could just feel it brushing her lips.
Returning to her front end, I knelt to unbind Tammie’s hands. She looked at me gratefully, pulling them up to rest them on the bench and rub away the pins and needles.
“Now, whore,” I said softly. “As you can tell, I’ve placed a dildo at the entrance to your pussy. Fuck yourself with it.”
She didn’t hesitate. She was already in a state of high sexual tension, and she needed something … anything. Her feet were still bound, but in moments she was rocking backwards on the dildo, impaling herself on it, slowly at first then with more energy as she became confident the dildo was secure. I watched, gently stroking my cock at the scene in front of me. A young, lithe bitch, glistening with sweat, fucking herself like the greedy little cunt she was. She was bucking hard now, slamming herself backward, arching her body so that her clit rubbed on the bench. She was getting close, but she knew better than to cum without permission. “May I cum please, sir? I really need to cum so bad!”
“No,” I whispered softly.
She moaned her disappointment but kept grinding herself backwards, changing pace and angle to keep herself close without going over the edge. Three more times she teetered on the brink. And three more times I denied her. The last time, she was no longer moaning, she was almost snarling with her need for release. I denied her and she howled, almost as though I had whipped her. I decided she’d had enough, and ordered her to stop. Tammie slumped onto the bench, exhausted and frustrated. She barely moved as I rebound her hands and removed the dildo. I changed the DVD and left her to recover.
Veronica remained in position, moaning in discomfort. She had been crying, but her eyes were dry as she shot a look of pure venom my way. I smiled sweetly at her, and released one of her wrists. “Now, now, Veronica. It almost looks like you’re not pleased to see me! Trust me, you don’t want me to come to that conclusion.” I walked over to the other side of the bed and knelt down, reaching beneath it for the bag I’d left there. I drew from it a long, thick black dildo. It wasn’t outrageously sized, but it was certainly large enough to stretch, and was lifelike, covered in thick veins which almost seemed to pulse as I held it up before her. “Do you like it?” I asked.
“I like it more than I like yours, weiner dick.”
I suppressed the urge to grin. So different to her daughter. “I’m glad. Because you’re going to fuck yourself with it, while I take photographs of you.” I let the dildo drop onto her chest, where it nestled between her breasts.
“No fucking way.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m not sure you’re in much of a position to argue, Veronica. Let’s stop playing games, shall we? You are a filthy little whore pretending to be a good suburban housewife. You come here on command and submit to the use of your face, your cunt and your ass by a man you hate. You are a cumrag. A worthless skank with an equally filthy daughter. Now shut the fuck up and start working that dildo, bitch, or you are going to become very famous very quickly.”
Veronica’s face was a picture. Outrage, humiliation, terror and arousal all seemed to share space . Slowly, she reached for the dildo, tears welling in her eyes as she took its base. “Put on a good show, whore,” I said softly.
She was sobbing by now, as she traced the head of the dildo up and down the splayed lips of her pussy, getting it a little wet. The contrast between her distress and her actions was incredibly arousing. I started snapping photos as she reached down, changing the angle of her wrists to slide just an inch inside herself. Inch by inch she made the dildo disappear, each inch made harder by the girth of the dildo and the realization that she was humiliating herself for my entertainment. Eventually she had planted most of the dildo inside herself and she paused, looking up at me in the silent hope that she had done enough. Not by a long shot. “All you’ve done so far is swallow the dildo, Veronica. I told you to fuck it, and that’s what I expect you to do.”
Veronica was no longer sobbing but there was still a trickle of tears as she slowly began working the dildo in, and slowly out, just an inch at a time. She was most definitely not enjoying herself, but that was OK – I was enjoying it enough for both of us. “Faster,” I commanded. Her tempo increased, and with it the length of the strokes. Her tears soon dried up. Despite herself, her body began moving with the rhythm of the dildo. She automatically began working the dildo in ways which she enjoyed. Soon her breathing was deep, her eyes were closed and her reluctance was gone, though the shame kicked in every time her eyes peeked open and she was reminded that I was watching, and filling a memory card with pictures.
A few minutes later, she was genuinely enjoying herself again, the dildo becoming a blur inside her. I watched until there was no conflict any more, no shame, no awareness of her humiliation, just pure pleasure, starting on the gradual ascent to orgasm.
“Stop,” I said.
She pretended not to hear me for a moment, her hand still working the dildo. I reached out and grabbed her wrist firmly, just enough to hurt. Holding her wrist, I forced her to draw the dildo from her pussy. I lay it, slick with her juices, back where it had started, between her breasts. She seemed to recoil from the cool wet touch, but her hips continued to work vainly, looking for stimulation, and she was moaning softly with a combination of frustration and humiliation. I removed my clothing and stood on the bed, straddling Veronica’s chest jut below her breasts. I was hard as a rock from the events of the last few hours, and my cock was pointing directly at her face. “Take me in your hand,” I said softly. “Nice and slow.”
She reached up gingerly, taking hold of me with just the fingertips of her free hand, moving them back and forth just enough to rub my foreskin over the head of my cock. It was not much of a handjob, and I told her so. “That is pathetic, you feral little cunt. Your job here is to show that cock a good time. If you can’t do it, I know your daughter can. Should I call her over here to show you how it is done? I can, you know.”
Veronica’s whole world stopped for a moment. She didn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak, her hand froze on my cock. I swear, even her heart stopped beating. Eventually, she whispered “You wouldn’t …”
It was more plea than prediction, and I nearly burst out laughing, knowing how close nearby her beautiful young daughter was. I answered with an evil grin: “That’s up to you.”
Her hand closed around my cock more firmly, and she began stroking it with something approximating enthusiasm. It was forced, of course, but that was part of the turn-on for me. The whole day had been one huge fucking turn-on, and by now I was more than ready to cum. My breathing was deep, and my attention centred on the rising pleasure building in my groin. I moaned softly, instructing Veronica to keep my cock pointed at her face. “I’m going to cum, whore, and if so much as a drop misses your face I am going to whip you so hard you won’t sit down for a month.” She blanched, but the fight had gone out of her. The most resistance she could offer was to reduce the intensity of her strokes, which of course did little more than prolong the pleasure for me.
The cum was boiling in my cock and I felt it rise, pleasure sweeping through me ready to burst … literally, all over this stuck-up whore’s face. I groaned, so close. “Don’t miss … one … fucking …drop!”
I came, hard. The first jet shot out, hitting Veronica on her forehead, almost at the hairline. It was followed by more, with less power, leaving her with a jagged line of cum all over her face. She kept jerking me until I instructed her to stop. I was heaving for breath. It felt like all the breath had been sucked out of me as I came. Fuck it was good … the feeling of her hand, combined with the sheer intoxication of treating the two women like worthless fucking whores.
It took all of Veronica’s willpower not to turn her head, to wipe it clean on the pillow. When I recovered, I slipped into the kitchen and returned with a slice of bread. Gentleman that I am, I used them to wipe the cum from her face until Veronica was all pretty again. “Open!” I commanded. Her look went from shocked, to outraged, to incredulous. I waited for her refusal, but oddly it never came. She clamped her eyes shut, and slowly opened her mouth. I folded the first slice of bread over and put the end in her mouth. “Feed yourself, whore.” She took the rest of the slice, and slowly ate it. A couple of times I thought she might gag, but she choked it down fairly well in the end.
When she opened her mouth to show me she was done, I untied her and let her up. “You can go now, Veronica. You were a good girl today. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be using you again soon.”
When she was dressed, I walked her to the door. She left, but turned on the threshold and surprised the hell out of me. In a soft voice she half whispered “thank you, sir,” then turned on her heel and left in a hurry.
I was astounded. Had she really said that? Half of me wanted to chase her to find out what was going on, but the other half already knew. This was her inevitable first concession to the fact that she loved this game as much as her daughter did. Her daughter, who was still bound in the other room. I turned on my heel and opened the door to behold my younger slut, trussed up and available. HER afternoon had still just begun.
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Story 17
The Breeding Lottery
The Invitation…….
Dear Olivia,
Congratulations! ! ! You have been selected by the breeding lottery.
As you are well aware, the diversity of our society is important and as a result, the Breeding Lottery has been implemented to assist with this.
You have been selected to breed with men who are of sub Saharan African origin.
As a winner of the breeding lottery you are required to submit yourself for the sexual pleasure of the selected breeders. Any man that presents a blue breeding card as the absolute and immediate right to copulate with you and attempt to impregnate you.
Your quota is not less than 20 impregnation attempts over the period.
This means you must engage in full and concluded vaginal intercourse with not less than 20 men over the next 30 days. Please note that the quota is a minimum expectation and you are to remain completely sexually available for the full 30 days.
You are required to immediately stop any birth control you have. If you have an IUD, please take the attached certificate to the nearest hospital or medical centre where the device will be immediately removed at no cost to yourself.
If you refuse to make yourself sexually available, or do not achieve the quota, then the government reserves the right to render you to a secure facility for the purposes of forced breeding.
For your convenience, you will find a list of the rules and regulations attached to this letter. Please read these carefully as departure from these rules may result in your entry into the forced breeding programme.
Congratulations on being selected for the breeding programme. I hope you enjoy the experience and society thanks you for your contribution.
Kindest regards
James
The Supreme Breeding Coordinator
[I] Rules and Regulations
Rules and Regulations Covering Female Breeders
Availability
Records
Recording an insemination
Non-compliance by a breeding partner
a) It must clearly show your face
b) You must be fully nude between vulva and face
c) Your vulva must be clearly visible. Note: A position with legs spread is recommended as this provides the best chance that the claim will be accepted.
d) There must be evidence of seminal fluid oozing out from your vulva. You may use a single finger, not inserted, to pull at the skin to part the lips of your vulva to facilitate the display of semen.
a) family member,
b) classmate,
c) ex classmate, or
d) of the same gender as the breeder requesting the record be added.
Allowable Acts
Standard Acts
a) Engage in anal penetration. If you have hygiene concerns you have the right to require the male breeder engage in anal intercourse after vaginal sex. In this case, anal penetration cannot be refused.
b) Require you to manually or orally stimulate them. Oral stimulation has been found to be particularly effective at ensuring successful arousal.
c) Require you to assume a position that is pleasing to them. If the position is uncomfortable, you may contest this request by submitting photographic evidence that the position is unsustainable for extended periods. The website lists a number of positions that are deemed appropriate in all cases such as hands and knees or on your back, legs spread.
d) Utilise the assistance of their friends or acquaintances, in which case those friends and or acquaintances in which case you must manually or orally stimulate the friends and acquaintances or make yourself available for anal stimulation if requested.
e) Require you to remove and or all articles of clothing, whether before, during or after the act.
f) Call you, or allow any friends, acquaintances, colleagues, witnesses, or bystanders to call you any names for the purposes of arousal, including but not limited to slut, whore, bitch, ho, cunt, etc.
g) Write appropriately pleasing names on your body to assist with arousal.
h) Grab, squeeze, pinch, slap, spank or fondle any part of your body or ask that any friend, acquaintance, colleague, witness, or bystander do so on their behalf.
Special Cases: Restraints
a) Light bondage
b) Heavy bondage
c) Light humiliation
d) Heavy humiliation.
a) the use of leather cuffs on wrists or ankles
b) the cuffs to be connected or attached using suitable and supplied lengths of chain.
a) Metal handcuffs
b) Spreader bars
c) Rope
a) Ballgags,
b) Gags made from cloth, or
c) Panties inserted into the mouth. In this case, you can insist on fresh panties that have recently been removed from yourself or some other person.
d) Buttplugs with smooth surfaces not greater than six inches in length and not greater than one inch in diameter.
a) Ring gags
b) Spider gags
c) Nose hooks
d) Nipple clamps
e) Larger and more complex buttplugs
f) Peeled ginger inserted into the anus.
Special Cases: Accompanying Female Provisions
a) they have a blood or legal relationship with the female breeder.
i) Blood relationships include mother, sisters, daughters or cousins.
ii) Legal relationships include step mother, step sister, step daughter and sisters in law.
b) The female has similar appearance sufficient that a reasonable person would believe that they are related. So, for example, a blonde breeder with a blond companion may find the companion qualifies as an accompanying female
c) The female is well known to the female breeder. This can be determined by the behaviour that the female displays towards the breeder. Evidence can be talking to the breeder, providing the breeder with food, articles of clothing or treating the female breeder respect.
Rules for Male Breeders
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“Shit,” Olivia muttered as she stared at the date on the letter. The date was two weeks in the past.
Olivia turned over the envelope the letter has come in. The front of the envelope read, ‘IMPORTANT, OPEN IMMEDIATELY’ in red letters. Two weeks. Billie, her roommate, had let her down again and the letter had languished, unopened for two full weeks.
“Fuck,” she yelled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She stomped around the empty room looking for anything else Billie may have hidden away. “Billie, you fucking bitch,” she yelled. She stopped and stared at the clock.
Two hours.
Only two hours.
And she was still in her pyjamas. She ran back to her dresser and pushed her pyjama pants down. She then rummaged through her drawers threw a pile of clothes on the bed and stripped off her pyjama top.
Panties. She searched through the clothes, fresh back from laundry day, throwing clothes everywhere as she searched. Panties. She held up a scrap of blue, her electric blue thong. She slipped them on, almost tripping herself has she did so. Next out were jeans. Fade stovepipe jeans, at least these were her favourites. The jeans would hide the thong too so she slipped them on over the thong. Then a bra, black with lace which she plastered over he chest. In her rush, she fumbled with the clasp and failed to hook it together. After three attempts, she stripped it off and threw it on the bed. After a quick toss through the clothes, she grabbed a tee shirt and pulled that on instead.
Phone, purse, and then she was good to go. She stormed out of the room, along the hall, down the stairs and out into the main campus field. Groups of students roved back and forth, moving between classes, chatting and laughing. She passed a group of jocks from the football team, a tall jock with a buzzcut wolf-whistled her. She flicked him the bird then turned away without a second thought.
She rushed past the student administration where a group of geeky students huddled in a group arguing over comic book characters. She smiled and shook her head. Next, she ran past a group of girls who were chatting and swapping stories about one of their peers. Almost as a group they frowned looked down their noses at Olivia as she burst through their ranks. She continued towards the bus with the sound of, “hey, watch it, bitch,” ringing in her ears.
A long boy with greasy hair and a beard leaned up against the student building, his unwavering gaze focused on the group of girls. The gaze shifted from the girls onto Olivia, eventually settling in her tee shirt. Olivia just rolled her eyes and marched on.
She jogged up to the bus stop, arriving to find an older woman, half a dozen students and two well-built workers from the construction project across the street from the college standing around and waiting. She mingled in with the crowd and waited as the bus rumbled down the road and screeched a halt, the doors to the ancient vehicle opening with a hiss.
She boarded, with the two-construction following her, their steel capped boots clanking on the metal steps of the bus as they climbed aboard. She swung herself into a seat, her tee shirt sliding over the cool, smooth vinyl. The workers sat in the seat opposite her. Olivia did her best to ignore them but whenever she looked up, she caught them quickly glancing away. She shifted in her seat as they travelled, uncomfortable with the stares.
She lost the two workers in the crowds at the central bus terminal. Striding purposefully through the stark concrete structure, she found the waiting area for the number 277 that passed the breeding administration centre. A crowd of men sat waiting. Only one other woman, a blonde, waited and she stood around in the circle of men nervously biting her lip. The eyes of the men switched between the two women.
“Hey, what are you looking at?” yelled Olivia.
Chastened, the men looked away and the lady threw Olivia a nervous smile.
The 277 rumbled into the bus stop and came to a halt with squeal of brakes. The doors hissed and rattled open. All the men on the benches leaned forward as if preparing to rush the bus. Olivia stepped straight on, taking delight in being first on the bus and claiming the seat up the front. Despite the apparent rush of men, only two of them followed her aboard, along with the blonde. Olivia glanced out the window at the ranks of still waiting men. She shrugged wondering what bus they were waiting for. When the bus roared to life and pulled away from the terminal, she turned away and put the ranks of men out of her.
The trip took less than seven minutes, Olivia’s stomach getting wound into tighter and tighter knots as she approached the final stop. The bus’s squealed to a halt and the doors hissed open. Both Olivia and the lady descended the stairs and stood outside the large concrete building. Four stories high with large glass windows, it towered over the nervous women and the reality of the situation hitting Olivia for the first time.
Breeder.
Olivia took a deep breath and strode up to the revolving glass door. Once inside, she was greeted by a guard.
“Induction?”
“Yeah,” Olivia mumbled.
“Down the left, third door.” The guard held his arm up to guide her.
With shaking legs, Olivia walked down the wide corridor as directed. She arrived at a large wooden door with the words, BREEDING PROGRAMME: INDUCTION, written on it. She pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.
The waiting room was full. A circle of guys sat waiting. Nervously she stepped forward, her spine tingling with the feeling that all eyes in the room were on her. Across the room, were two doors, one marked ‘A’ and the other ‘B’. Near the doors, a bored looking middle-aged woman sat behind a counter. Olivia walked across the room, her skin prickling under the multitude of stares. Silently, Olivia handed the letter to the receptionist who took it, opened it and gave it a cursory glance. The woman grabbed a form off a stack on the table and thrust it at Olivia.
“Complete this and come back when it’s done,” she droned.
Olivia took the form, scanned the room for an empty seat. She sat down between two clean shaven younger men. She turned the clipboard around and started by filling in her name. She shifted in her seat when it came to her address trying to shield it from the frequent glances of the two men. She stood up, looked around and settled into a different seat between two other men. They looked over her shoulder. Eventually, Olivia twisted her body while half holding the form upside down as she filled it in.
“Hurry up with the form,” drawled the receptionist.
Finished with her basic details, she continued down the form. It asked:
ARE YOU ON BIRTH CONTROL? Y/N
She ticked Y, her face on fire.
IF YES, SPECIFY ALL BIRTH CONTROL USED.
She circled IUD.
She froze at the next question.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN? Y/N
She circled N, glancing around to see if anyone saw. A man quickly turned his face away.
HAVE YOU EVER PERFORMED FELLATIO? Y/N
She circled Y, her cheeks crimson. She looked up and the blond from the bus entered the room. All of a sudden, all eyes were on the new girl, tracking her as she walked up to the receptionist. Olivia felt a huge sense of relief mixed with a twinge of jealousy that all eyes had moved off her. She returned to the form.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD ANAL SEX? Y/N
She circled N. She ignored the next question.
IF YES, HOW MANY TIMES APPROXIMATELY?
She worked her way through the rest of the form and took it back up to the receptionist. She glanced at the now crimson faced lady, sitting crushed between two men, who was halfway through her own questionnaire.
Olivia handed her questionnaire to the receptionist who glanced at it, grunted then gave Olivia a number.
“Wait until your number is called then go through the door on the right.”
Olivia stared at the number, 167, then stared around the room. “How long…”
“Wait until your number is called then go through the door on the right.”
Olivia sat down making herself comfortable for a lengthy stay. She was certain to miss her class and the professor would be furious. Her grades were good and the last thing she needed was problems with the professor.
“Number 167,” drawled the receptionist. “Door ‘A’.”
Olivia’s eyebrows knitted together and she looked at her ticket.
“Number 167,” the lady repeated. “Go through door ‘A’.”
Olivia looked around at the men waiting, then at her ticket. Perplexed, she wondered if it was right. She’d jumped to the front of the queue?
“167. That means you.” The receptionist stabbed a pen in Olivia’s direction.
With a mixture of dread what was coming and elation that it would all be over soon, Olivia stood and walked on trembling legs to the door. She put her hand on the door and took a deep breath.
“What the fuck is wrong with you. Number 167, everyone is waiting for you.”
Feeling the prickle of a dozen eyes on her back, Olivia pushed the door open and walked through. The other side of the door was clinical, white and sterile. A set of curtained off areas lined each side of the room creating a corridor of curtains between them.
A female orderly in a crisp white lab-coat approached Olivia from down the line of curtains. “Good morning,” she said, as she pulled out her clipboard. “Olivia, isn’t it?”
Olivia paused for a second. “Yes,” she said.
“Good. Please come with me.” She pulled back the curtain to the first area on the left.
Olivia stepped inside and the orderly closed the curtain behind them. The area was bare except for a bed with stirrups at the end of two crooked steel poles at one end and a single steel straight pole at the other with D rings at the end. To the left was a white fabric bag stretched across a frame and to the right, a set of low drawers.
“Please remove your clothes,” the orderly said.
“What?”
“It’s standard procedure. Nothing to worry about. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”
“Used to what?”
“Hurry up, were holding up the process. It’s routine if you just relax.”
Nothing about the process felt routine to Olivia. She stepped out of her shoes. The orderly stared. Next Olivia peeled off her jeans and folded them and looked around.
“In the clothing bin,” the orderly said, pointing to the fabric bag hung in the frame.
Olivia paused at the word, bin.
“Don’t worry. They’ll be returned to you before you leave the centre.”
Olivia dropped the jeans into the cloth sack.
The orderly waited, arms crossed.
Olivia fidgeted then peeled off her tee shirt. She regretted the decision not to spend time finding the right bra. Her tits jiggled free, nipples hard and erect under the gaze of the orderly. Olivia dropped the tee shirt into the clothing bin.
The orderly waited. “Go on,” she said.
Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then slid them slowly down her legs. She stepped out of them and placed them into clothing bin.
The orderly slid open the drawers and pulled out a bolt of flimsy fabric. “Here, put this on,” she said holding it out.
Olivia snatched the gown and opened it up to pull it on. It was paper thin and delicate, and when she put it on, she moves slowly and carefully so not to tear it. Once on, it offered no warmth, and only provided the most basic modesty.
The orderly glanced down at her clipboard. “I see you have birth control?”
Olivia blushed.
“That’s fine, a lot of people do but we can take care of that for you?” The orderly then scanned the clipboard, her eyes narrowed.
“Take care of it?” Olivia asked?
“Remove it of course,” she smiled. “What sort of breeder is on birth control?”
“How does this work?” Olivia asked. “The breeding, I mean?”
The orderly put the clipboard down on the chest of drawers. “You got the letter, right?”
“Yes,” Olivia said softly.
“You read it?”
Olivia looked down. “I scanned it, I only just got it,” she said quietly. “It is for real?”
The orderly put a hand on her hip and tipped her head to one side. “I suggest you re-read it fully when you get home. It’s very important to follow the instructions in it. And, yes, it is for real.” The orderly patted the bed. “Hop up here, please.”
Olivia paused.
“It’s standard procedure for removing an IUD.”
“Do you put it back when the month is up?”
The orderly froze and stared at Olivia, her eyebrows knitted together. “You really need to read that letter.” She shook her head. “Of course we don’t put it back in, you’ll be pregnant by the ned of the month.”
Olivia stepped back as her head spun. The word made it real.
“But my studies?”
“You can continue with your studies, you’ll be … multitasking,” the orderly explained. “Helping yourself and helping society at the same time.” With a couple of quick pats, she encouraged Olivia over to the bed.
Olivia gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, then slowly twisted and leaned back so she was lying down.
“Feet in the stirrups, please.”
Olivia lifted her left foot and placed it in the left stirrup. The bend of the steel followed the line of her leg. The right foot followed. She stared down at her feet.
“Hold still,” said the orderly. “The procedure requires that you don’t move.” The orderly pulled a velcro strap out of the pocket of her lab coat and wrapped it tight around Olivia’s left ankle. The right ankle followed, leaving Olivia feeling vulnerable. She went from feeling vulnerable to trapped as the orderly strapped Olivia’s knees to the bar, then her thighs.
“Is this necessary?”
“Shhh,” said the orderly.
“But?”
“Let me finish and you’ll understand,” said the orderly. “OK, now reach up,” she said.
Olivia put her arms in the air.
“Stretch them back over your head, please.”
Olivia reached back. With shocking swiftness, the orderly slapped metal cuffs onto Olivia’s wrists and hooked them onto the bar at the end of the bed. Olivia was helpless, legs spread and arms trapped over her head."
“Hey,” she protested. “Is this really necessary?” The restraints rattled as she struggled. She twisted her hands and the metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists.
Without a word, the orderly left Jessica, trapped and spread on the bed, pulling the curtain closed behind her with a screech.
Olivia shouted out. “Hey, what the fuck is going on?”
The curtain pulled back with a screech.
“Oh God. You’re back. Let me out of here,” Olivia said.
“What have we here?” a male voice replied.
A second male voice spoke up. “This is the latest breeder. It said Olivia on the sheet. Prepped for IUD removal”
Olivia lifted her head to see the new voices. Two males on long white lab coats stood at Olivia’s feet, both with a perfect view of her spread cunt and ass. One was older, with white hair and a beard, the other, younger and dark haired, carried a tablet.
The younger man read off a tablet. “Not a virgin. Experienced at oral. Never done anal.”
Olivia’s face burned red hot at the mention of anal. “Hey,” She yelled. “Let me out of here.”
Both mens’ eyes focused on Olivia as if seeing her for the first time.
The man with the tablet checked it again and said, “first time breeder.”
“Stupid slut,” said the more senior of the men. “She should have been gagged. Simmons, get back in here and gag this bitch, will you?”
The female orderly returned. She walked over to the cabinet, slid open a drawer and pulled out a black ball with straps hanging off it. She stepped up to Olivia and with one hand, pinched Olivia’s nose tight. When Olivia opened her mouth to breathe, the orderly crushed the ball inside and fastened the straps tight around Olivia’s head until they cut into the corner of her mouth. She stepped away.
The older man turned to his companion. “Franklin, prep her for the extraction.”
The younger man, placed the table down and pulled a shiny metal duck-billed device from the cabinet of stores. Without fanfare, the pressed the chilled device against Olivia’s slit and inserted it. A horrible mechanical pressure forced Olivia’s cunt open as Franklin turned the screw opening the speculum. Olivia grunted as the opened her up past the point of comfort.
“She’s tight, Sir,” Franklin said.
The older man nodded, his eyes fixed on Olivia’s cunt.
With Olivia stretched wide open, Franklin inserted a set of forceps and peering into Olivia’s gaping hole, worked to line them up. With a click, he locked them together then gave a short grunt as he yanked at the IUD pulling the forceps out along with a T shaped piece of plastic. He placed the forceps and used IUD onto the cabinet then slowly released the pressure on Olivia’s ever sensitive cunt. She shuddered involuntarily at the movement of the speculum.
While Franklin worked to remove the speculum, the older man reached out and fondled Olivia’s tits. Her nipples hardened like rubber at the touch.
“She’s a responsive bitch. Should make for a good breeder.”
With the speculum finally out, Franklin entered notes in his tablet.
Meanwhile the older of the two reached down between. Olivia’s legs and ran his finger up her drenched slit. “Fuck. This bitch is in heat,” he said. “I gotta try her out.”
The sound of a zipper reached Olivia’s ears then the bed tilted back. A hot pressure pushed against her pussy. Slick and wet, the man’s cock slipped inside easily. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and fucked the trapped woman.
“How is she?” asked the dark-haired man.
“She’s lean fresh meat,” the older man replied. “Wet, tight, and hot.” He continued to thrust, his hands on her thighs. His tempo picked up.
“Careful, she’s a breeder and if you cum inside her pussy without the right card…”
“It’s OK,” said the older man between strokes as his cock thrusting into her cunt. “Because she’s on birth control, there’s the three-day cool down period where breedings don’t count.” He continued fucking the trapped girl until his breathing became ragged his trusts hard and erratic. PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! the slap of skin on skin filled the room.
Meanwhile, Olivia’s trapped legs and arms writhed as she moaned through the gag.
With a grunt, and a shudder, the man unleashed his seed inside Olivia. Breathing heavily, he withdrew and a droplet of white cum dribbled down Olivia’s thigh.
Franklin checked the tablet. He paused. “Hold on, she’s an anal virgin.”
The two men looked at each other. Olivia shook her head and whimpered through the gag.
“Simmons, prep the breeder for an anal test,” the elder man called out.
The orderly opened the curtain and walked to the cabinet. Olivia noticed that the curtain remained open. She whimpered and shook. Carrying a smooth metal cylinder, Simmons stepped in behind Olivia who felt a sudden shock of cold against her asshole, followed by a relentless pressure. Olivia’s breathing became fast and urgent as she pressure breached her tender virgin asshole. She closed her eyes and closed her hands into fists as the pressure pushed deeper and deeper. A warm fluid flooded her ass and the sense of pressure reduced. The man pulled out the cylinder from Olivia’s ass.
“She’s lubed and prepped,” the orderly said.
Warm hands clasped her hips and the cool of the instrument was replaced by the hot head of the younger man’s cock. Again, a relentless pressure pushed against her ass and Olivia grunted as the man’s shaft breached her tender rosebud. She flushed, with the shame of the intrusion and the rush of pleasure it brought. The cock slid back and forth in her lubricated ass as the man fucked her.
The older man reached out for Olivia’s tits, squeezing her nipples. “She’s an anal whore,” he said. “Her nipples are erect like bullets.”
Franklin, with his now cock deep in Olivia’s ass, simply grunted and fucked her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her ass.PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK!
Probing fingers of the older man now pressed inside her pussy. The double pressure of fingers in her cunt and cock in her ass made her body shiver then explode as she came hard, the moans of her orgasm muted and distorted by the gag.
Franklin came soon after, filling her asshole with jets of sticky cum. “Not bad,” he said. “Let’s list her as anal ready.” He picked up the tablet and added some notes. “Simmons,” he said, " she’s ready for her microchip."
Simmons, the female orderly, pulled out a shiny steel contraption, pressed it against the back of Olivia’s neck. A click, followed by a sharp sting, and Olivia was microchipped.
The older man spoke to her. “The microchip is in. This gives us your location and checks your blood for any illegal birth control substances. If it detects any birth control or tells us that you are not going out in public then you will be brought in and force bred. Do you understand?”
Olivia’s eyes were wide with confusion. She didn’t know what force breeding meant. It didn’t sound good.
“Say yes or no.”
Olivia said, “no.” It came out as a muffled grunt.
“Take it for the record that the breeder confirmed her understanding,” he said.
Another note was added to the tablet.
“Simmons, add the tags.”
The female pulled out yet another device, rather like large pliers. She inserted a strip of blue plastic into it and held it up to Olivia’s ears. A clack followed by a sharp pain and Olivia was marked. The second ear followed.
“Breeder, those tags confirm to all blue card holders that you are available for breeding. If you remove the tags, you will be brought in and force bred. Do you understand?” said the senior man with white hair.
Olivia grunted and shook her head.
“Take it for the record that the breeder confirmed her understanding,” he said. Simmons, give her a final lube and prep before release.
The female orderly pressed a cool metal shaft deep inside Olivia’s pussy. The device vibrated and filled Olivia’s freshly fucked cunt with a slippery gel. The gel had a mild anaesthetic that soothed her pussy. The orderly pulled the shaft out.
“I hope that’s enough,” she said.
“She’ll need it,” said the senior man. He turned to Olivia. “You’ll now be released and your clothes returned to you. Both men then walked off.
The female, Simmons, unhooked Olivia’s from the restraints.
Olivia rubbed her wrists. “Where are my clothes?” she asked.
“Follow me.”
Olivia followed the orderly out of the curtained area, walking up the line of curtains. Two bays along, the lady from the bus was naked on hands and knees with a cock sliding out of her pussy while a white coated man watched, taking notes.
They walked past the area to a door and entered a corridor. It turned to the right several times ending with a door to the left.
“Your clothes are through that door.”
“Oh?”
Simmons opened the door and pushed Olivia through. She stumbled into the waiting room. The rind of waiting men stared at her. Three held out blue cards and rushed towards her.
The door slammed behind Olivia trapping her in the room. She steps back but slammed into the hard, unyielding door. Trapped and naked in front of the three men, she threw her hands in front of her. The men yelled at Olivia, each trying to shout over the other.
“I asked first.”
“She’s mine. Get in line.”
Olivia quivered, one arm folded across her tits and the other held over her pussy.
The shouting increased until the receptionist yelled. “Enough.” She pointed at Olivia. “Girl, you’ll end up in the forced breeding programme by the end of the week with an attitude like that.”
“Sorry … I don’t…”
“You read the letter, didn’t you?”
Olivia nodded.
“Then what does it say about refusing a breeding partner?”
Olivia looked at the three men in front of her. They were a mixture of chubby, ordinary and smelly. It was like a kick in the guts as she realized they wanted to fuck her. Right now.
“All three of them?”
“Yes. All three of them. And, move your hand. Covering your pussy from a breeder is used as evidence of denying access. That behaviour can get a breeding bitch like you committed to the forced breeding programme.”
Olivia moved her hand away from her pussy and folded her arms across her chest, her shoulders hunched. She wished she could crawl inside herself.
“And the tits, breeding studs got to see the tits too.”
Olivia moved her hands down to her sides. Naked and fully exposed, her face burned with shame even as her pussy, also on fire, dripped. Her nipples stiffened like bullets.
“See,” the receptionist said, “you’re ready for it.”
“What do I do now?”
“What? Are you stupid girl? The guy does most of the work, you got to lie back and take it.”
“Um. Which guy?”
The receptionist sighed. “The way it works are if a guy is working on a breeding bitch, then any other guy needs to wait until the first guy is finished. Now if the first guy is taking his time, the second guy can issue a hurry up request. This means that the first guy is required to initiate vaginal intercourse until he comes and then you become available for breeding with the second guy. Does that make sense to your little breeding bitch brain?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You are now. And not acknowledging your place on the breeding programme is also used as evidence in any forceable breeding hearing. So far, you got two strikes. Covering your pussy and denial of being a breeder.”
Olivia quickly interjected. “That’s not what I said.”
“You denying that you rejected being called a breeding bitch because that’s what you are.” The receptionist paused. “Tell you what, you tell me what you are and if you get it right, I’ll remove that last strike. So, what are you?”
Gears streamed down Olivia’s face and she closed her eyes. “A breeding … bitcb,” she muttered.
“Louder or its two strikes.”
Olivia puffed up her chest, and said, “I am a breeding bitch.” Then she looked away.
“Don’t you forget it. You’re in the programme so at least show a little pride.” The receptionist leaned back in her chair. “Now you have some studs to service, bitch.'
The three men in front of Olivia waited.
“What do I do?'
“If there’s multiple studs who ask at the same time, you need to choose.”
“I choose?”
“Yes. You decide.”
Olivia stares at the three men in front of her. One wore grey track pants and a hoodie. An evil expression on his face accompanied the evil smell of too few showers. That was an easy choice for Olivia. She turned to the next card holder who was bearded and chubby, with a strip of pale belly showing at the bottom of his tee shirt. The third man wore jeans and apart from being a bit bald, was unremarkable.
Olivia pointed at the third man. “You, what’s your name?”
Without a word, and ignoring Olivia’s question, the man grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the main part of the waiting room and pushed her to a chair. “Kneel and bend over, bitch. I like to fuck my bitches from behind.”
“Hey,” Olivia protested.
He pushed her hard and she stumbled against the chair. “Get into position. People are waiting.”
Olivia, numbed by the reaction, moved like an automation. She put one knee up on the chair and lean over, resting her arms on the back of the chair. Her other knee followed so she was kneeling, bent over, ass out. She had an unobstructed view into the rest of the waiting men. Her face was on fire and her heart hammered. She felt dirty and aroused and ashamed and terrified all at the same time.
A hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and, almost immediately, the head of a cock pressed against her sex, forcing its way in. There was no build-up, it was urgent primal fucking as the man thrust into her. All eyes in the room were focused on her.
She closed her eyes and tried to block it out but the near constant noises from the spectators reminded her of where she was. The guy didn’t take long. His thrusts became faster and more urgent as he fucked her harder and harder. Then he yanked her head back hard as he grunted and came in her pussy.
He withdrew and stepped back leaving Olivia kneeling with a small droplet of cum sliding down he thigh. She felt like she’d been used. She let loose a sob.
“Don’t waste time,” the receptionist called out. “You’re not finished.”
“But I chose a guy.”
“You chose who went first. There’s two to go.”
Olivia turned her head to see chubby and smelly. She nodded at chubby who dutifully pulled out his cock and mounted Olivia. For the third time in less than an hour, a man who’s name she didn’t know entered her pussy. The chubby man took longer than the first and almost in spite of herself, she felt her pleasure building. Her moans started to match his grunts as he pumped away. After a few minutes, he too was done more warm droplets flowed from her cum drenched cunt.
He bowed her head down in shame.
With no decision to be made, the last guy simply grabbed her hair and pulled her off the chair and pushed her down into her knees. He undid his pants and slapped his foul-smelling cock against her face.
“Hey,” she said. “You don’t…”
“Shut up and suck bitch,” he said pressing his cock against her lips. “There’s no one in line so I get to use you how I want. So, make me hard.”
Olivia looked up, then across at the receptionist.
“Do it or it’s a strike for non-compliance,” she said to Olivia.
Olivia’s shoulder slumped and her eyes watered as she slowly and reluctantly opened her mouth and let the hideous cock slide inside. She gagged on the taste.
“If you don’t like it you’ve got no one else to blame. I’m last in line so no one’s telling me to hurry up.” He placed a hand on the back of her head and crushed her face up against his crotch.
She gagged again as the head pressed against her throat and the hairs on his balls tickled her chin. He held her there until her lungs burned and her hands hammered his thighs. Then he released and she heaved in a huge breath. Drool and mucus dripped out from her mouth. She glanced to the side, straight into the eyes of one of the other men in the waiting room. He was rubbing his crotch.
She only had a few moments respite until the hard shaft invaded her mouth again. Her world shrunk as she struggled to breathe. Her heartbeat hammered in her ears as she struggled against his relentless grip. He released her again, this time almost seeming to forget about her.
She looked over. The lady stood, naked, with a single man, holding a red card, in front of her. He grabbed the lithe naked lady and pressed her to her knees. She looked up for a moment before the man, grabbing fistfuls of the hair, shoved his cock inside her mouth. The lady gargled as the man face-fucked her. He hands coming up instinctively to grab his thighs.
After a few moments watching, Olivia’s man asked, “do you like that, bitch?” Then he face-fucked her. Together, the rhythmic sound of the two women gurgling around the cocks thrust deep into their throat filled the waiting area. The remaining men looked on intently, some stroking their cocks as they watched.
Then the thrusting increased in power and the strokes becoming longer then more erratic. The cock twitched in her mouth for the briefest of moments before an explosion of hot saltiness hit her in the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag or choke as jet after jet pumped into the back of her mouth. Then he withdrew, throwing her to the floor. He simply walked off leaving her on the floor like used trash.
Olivia found her clothes in the bin by the door. When she slipped her panties on, the cum dripping out of her pussy and sliding down her thigh immediately became soaked the crotch of the panties. The shook as she pulled her jeans up and the tee shirt over her head. Red faced, she faced the wall as she dressed.
A person moved up next to her and Olivia turned, ready to snap. It was the lady. She had a line of cum that ran across her nose and up to her hair. Olivia released her breath and stood aside to let the lady gather her clothes.
“You’ve got…” Olivia pointed at her own face and then at the lady’s.
“I know. I don’t have anything to … you know,” the lady said making a wiping gesture.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything.” The lady touched the cum with her fingers and just managed to spread it around more. Bits of cum stuck to her fingers. “Yuck.”
“Perhaps they have something you could use…”
The lady shivered. “No, let’s get out of here.”
The two women dressed and left the centre and returned to the bus stop. The lady’s name was Amber and like Olivia, Amber was a student. They chatted until the bus rumbled down the street.
Olivia out her arm out to flag the bus down. The bus pulled over and screeched to a halt, ancient brakes squealing in protest. The door hissed open and the driver leered at the two girls. A smirk settled on his face as he saw Amber. The two women climbed aboard. The bus had a few passengers scattered about. An old woman at the front, an elderly couple a couple of rows back on the opposite side. A younger woman and some men down the back. The two women walked to an empty seat halfway back doing their best to ignore the stares. Amber’s face was bright red under the white stripe across her face. She looked down and away as she walked past the people. Olivia guided Amber to a seat and then slid in next to her. The bus roared to life and the two girls sat in silence.
Olivia felt a tap on her arm. She turned to look into the face of a young man about her own age.
“It’s Olivia, isn’t it?” he said hesitantly.
“Yes. I think I’ve seen you before.”
“You remember me?” he said. He slid into the seat on the other side of the aisle from the two women.
“Um…”
“It’s Kenny. We were in the same class in school.”
“Oh. Sure. Kenny,’ Olivia said. “Kenny. Er … how’s it going?” Olivia asked conscious of Kenny’s staring at the poor Amber.
“It’s alright.”
“What do you do now? Are you at college?”
Kenny paused. He looked down and shifted in his seat. “Not really.”
“OK.” Olivia said. Glad the conversation had come to an end.
It hadn’t. “I work as a janitor. It doesn’t pay well so I still live at my mom’s.”
Olivia wriggled uncomfortably in her seat. “That’s nice. Great to see you again, Kenny.”
“I had a crush on you. I asked you out, do you remember that?” His face was earnest, eager, hungry even.
Olivia drew a blank and shook her head slowly.
“I asked in class. I guess I shouldn’t have really but I was young and inexperienced.”
“Oh.”
“Do you know what you said?”
Olivia tried to recall the situation. She couldn’t remember being asked.
“You ignored me and when I asked again, you said ‘bug off, loser,’ in front of the whole class.” He settled into his story. “That really hurt me Olivia. It was so humiliating. It affected my confidence for years. " His voice shook. “I couldn’t even talk to girls. Not for years. Not. Not until, I got lucky.”
Olivia stared at him, open mouthed.
“Very lucky,” he said, pulling out a blue card.
Olivia gasped.
“I so wanted to fuck you. And now I guess I can,” he smirked. “Can’t I Olivia.”
“Kenny…”
“You. Can’t. Say. No,” he snarled, emphasizing each word. “Strip Olivia. Get naked for Kenny.”
“Kenny. Please, We’re in public.”
“I said get your clothes off unless you want to go on record as refusing.”
Olivia bit her lip. Her hands shook.
