The Breeding Chamber Ch. 01

Story Précis : This is a tale of hope and redemption as three women struggle to live in a dystopian war-ravaged future where the world's female population has been decimated by a pandemic. The precious few remaining females are rounded up and made to serve in 'breeding chambers' to produce children. With very few females available to meet the desires of men a breed of transgender women known as Comfort Girls takes their place. But all is not as it seems. The 'breeding program' which was created to proliferate the female population appears not to be working. The leader of the new-order city-state is complicit and an anti-establishment revolutionary force suspect they know why and they intend to do something about it. This story consists of five chapters.

Chapter One -- Down You Go Ladies

Madeline Smith

"You're up sweet cheeks," Brian helped Madeline to her feet and held her hand as she found her balance in the ridiculously high heels she was wearing.

"Five Trade tonight. Work the bar between tricks, help Macy and Cindy ok?" Brian made it sound like a request but it was really an order.

Madeline walked to the door that connected the waiting room to the Comfort Palace and stopped at what the girls called the Trade table where Bethany was on duty.

"Five Trade tonight Madeline," Bethany confirmed what Brian had said to her and handed Madeline a small scanner which she dropped into her clutch next to the essentials that a girl like her carried when they were working.

"You're in room six," she gave Madeline a passkey that would open comfort room six.

She deposited the passkey alongside the scanner.

Five Trade wasn't too bad. Some nights she had as few as three and some nights as many as eight. Management tried not to overwork the girls so they spread the load among them. The Trade didn't like it if the girls were too worn out; they wanted their money's worth so to speak.

Bethany pressed the button under her desk and the door clicked as the locks disengaged and Madeline walked out into the Comfort Palace which resembled a high class nightclub: darkly lit with coloured neon mood lighting, a long well-stocked bar, booths and cocktail tables with soft seductive dance music wafting from the speakers in the ceiling.

The men were well dressed, mostly in lounge suits although some made do with dress slacks, long-sleeved shirts and sports coats. The girls were dressed in finery befitting their function: evening gowns and cocktail dresses, big hair, heavy makeup, lots of flesh on display; over-feminised and uber-sexualised.

The men were dancing closely with the girls or canoodling in the booths, pressing their hard bodies into the girl's soft feminine physiques, openly groping them, kissing them and fondling them. Most of the girls responded favourably to men's advances but some were just tolerant. The men didn't really care how the girls felt about it; they had paid hard earned credits for the privilege of spending time with the girls and they intended to get what they had paid for.

Every so often a couple would leave the dance floor or the booths and make their way into one of the comfort rooms. They would remain in the room for anything from five minutes to an hour but never longer. Five thousand credits only bought you so much time with the girl. When the couple exited the comfort room the man would head straight to the exit and the next customer would be allowed to enter the Comfort Palace.

A young man who seemed particularly uncomfortable to be dressed in a suit and obviously wasn't used to dressing so formally looked down at his phone and matched the picture on his comfort token with Madeline's face. His pensive smile became a full-blown grin as he walked quickly towards Madeline, almost breaking into a trot, like he was afraid that someone else would claim her.

The man held out his phone and Madeline scanned the code on the comfort token with her scanner to confirm that the man was indeed her Trade then she gave him her best beatific smile. The man was very nervous and very excited. He reminded Madeline of a new puppy.

"Your first time at the Comfort Palace?" she asked.

"Yes. I've been saving up my credits for this for so long and now that I can't believe I'm finally here," the man nodded his head like one of those antiquated nodding-dog dashboard ornaments.

"Would you like to get a drink first or to dance?" Madeline asked.

"I'd really like to go to the room," the young man blushed.

"You realise that once we leave the room you have to go. Why not have a drink and dance a little to make the most of your time?" Madeline tried to encourage the first-timer.

"I just want to go to the room. I want to know what it's like," the young man was insistent.

Most fledglings wanted to go straight to the comfort rooms. It was something they had been dreaming of for so long that they could not contain their exuberance.

"Ok, we're in six," Madeline took the young man's hand and led him to room six.

He deliberately trailed behind Madeline so he could ogle her ass in the tight red satin minidress that she was wearing and look at her long, shapely legs clad in shimmering nylon pantyhose.

"You know that I'm Madeline and you are?" Madeline reminded the man that he hadn't introduced himself in all of the excitement.

Madeline used the keycard to open room six and they stepped inside the door which closed and locked automatically behind them.

"I'm Bob. Robert Crawley actually but you know that because The Commission knows everything about me and once you scanned my comfort token so did you," Bob said evenly but he couldn't take his eyes off Madeline's face and body.

Madeline stood at 173 centimetres and weighed fifty five kilos. She had a trim waist and a bubble-butt enhanced by buttock augmentation, once commonly referred to as a 'Brazilian butt lift', her perky breasts were also the product of enhancement. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair was dyed and her cheeks and chin had also had work done, but her emerald-green eyes were her own and her trim figure was the result of daily workouts. Her long legs were spectacular and their magnificence was accented by the glossy flesh-toned pantyhose she was wearing and her five-inch heel fuck-me pumps.

Bob was right of course. Once she scanned Bob's token she would know almost everything about him that she wanted to, including his age, his employment, his salary and his medical history. That was if she could be bothered to look. The Comfort Girls saw so many Trade each week that it was hardly worth the bother unless the Trade caused them trouble or was an exceptionally good tipper.

Bob pulled Madeline into his arms and began to kiss her with slobbering amateurish kisses while he squeezed her buttocks through her dress. She could feel his erection poking her in the belly.

Madeline disengaged as gently as she could.

"I know this is your first time Bob so why don't you let me lead and I will make this a very pleasant and gratifying experience for you and make the most of your time," Madeline smiled at Bob showing him her pearly-white teeth and full red-lipsticked lips.

"I'll be honest. I just want to mount you and fuck you," Bob growled, unable to control his ardour.

"Ok then; let's do that," Madeline gave him a wan closed-mothed smile, slipped out of her dress and lay down on the bed, taking off her panties and dropping them on the floor.

The comfort rooms were tiny and were furnished with only a double bed, a side table and a clothes rack. They were connected to an even tinier ensuite half-bathroom.

Bob ripped off his clothes and threw them over the clothes rack without bothering to put them on hangers and threw his shoes in the corner. He was red-haired and scrawny bodied but had a rather large appendage poking out of a patch of ginger pubic hair. It looked like it was on a hair trigger and single strand of pre-ejaculate dribbled from the eye.

Madeline opened her legs for Bob and lifted her buttocks invitingly. Her pantyhose were open-crotch to allow easy access to her genitalia. Although it was Bob's first time, Madeline was sure that he'd seem enough porn to know what to do. She opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a tube of lubricant and squeezed a dab on her fingertip and daubed it in her sphincter.

Bob climbed on the bed and Madeline opened her arms and smiled at him and welcomed him to climb aboard her. Bob was enraptured by her beauty and her poise and the seductive scent of her perfume. The feel of her soft body underneath him was indescribable. He had dreamed of doing this for so long and now that he was doing it, it seemed like a dream.

Bob kissed Madeline and she opened her mouth and extended her tongue into his mouth just as Bob's erect penis slid into her rectum.

Bob ejaculated immediately and his whole body shook with the intensity of his orgasm and he began to cry. Madeline wrapped her arms and legs around Bob and held him tight while she kissed him passionately.

Madeline felt Bob's issue dribbling from her sphincter and thanked the gods that she made sure that she had taken off her dress and that the bed had a disposable coverlet on it. Bob stopped shaking and lay still.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered into the hollow of her clavicle.

"For what?" Madeline asked, stroking his back like a sympathetic mother figure.

"For coming too soon. I feel like I've wasted your time and all of my credits," the man sighed.

"Look honey; you're still inside me and I can feel that you are still hard so technically we haven't finished fucking. If you have the stamina to go again I'll let you, just don't tell anyone ok?" Madeline blew into Bob's ear and then nibbled his earlobe which was all it took to get Bob humping again.

This time Bob lasted a good fifteen minutes, backing off when he felt himself close to orgasmic inevitability and restarting all over. His kisses and his technique improved as time passed and Madeline began to enjoy the feel of Bob's long thick penis as it pressed on her prostate and stimulated her tight sphincter. Rings of pleasure radiated from her anus and her cock became fully erect and sensitive.

As Bob humped Madeline his belly pressed on her hard member provoking a rather pleasant sensation that caused her to glide her nylon-sheathed legs on Bob's flanks and rake her high heels across his flesh to encourage him to fuck her harder.

Their kisses became fervid as they approached the zenith of their passions and Madeline felt Bob's cock swell to full tumescence and then palpitate as he flooded her anus with a second load of steaming viscous semen. Madeline's seed spattered on Bob's belly and if that disturbed him in any way he was too enraptured in his own climax to care or to say anything.

He clung to her as he jackhammered his cock in and out of her tight passage and Madeline was glad when Bob finally finished and climbed off her. He thanked her profusely while he wiped himself clean in the half-bath and continued to chatter with her while she changed the cover on the bed then went into the bathroom to douche and clean herself, then she fixed her makeup and dressed. She thanked Bob in return and reminded him not tell anyone that she had let him go twice which prompted him to take out his phone and tip her a hundred credits.

She led Bob though the club to the exit and kissed him goodbye and nodded to the security guard on the door who scanned the next customer's comfort token and let him enter. She helped Macy and Cindy wait tables until her next Trade arrived and then she went back to doing what she had been trained to do her whole life: satisfying the desires of men.

Victoria Eglin

When Pope Durden's convoy drove up to the outer guardhouse at the Durden City Breeding Facility (which some jesters referred to as the Pussy Palace) he was not required to show his credentials or to scan his security code to gain entry like everybody else had to. The vehicles with his personal bodyguards remained outside the complex, corralled against the main gate.

Few men, other than doctors and City Guards were allowed access to the accommodation areas of the Breeding Facility. Those fortunate enough to be allowed access to the breeding chambers entered through the main pedestrian entrance where security was even tighter. A small elite force called the Praetorian Guard policed the population and protected the Breeding Facility and Pope's mansion. They also guarded and escorted the Comfort Girls when they left the Comfort Palaces and as recompense, were given gratis access to the Comfort Girls.

Only the Durden City armoury and magazine located at the City Guard Barracks were more securely guarded.

Pope often wore the uniform of a Colonel when he was out and about on official business but this business wasn't precisely official. That said, he was saluted smartly by the guards at the gate and shown the deference he was due as he passed through the security stations. Pope was able to bypass the protocols because he was the City Commissioner and Commander in Chief of the City Guard; he believed by leading by example when he was in the public eye but inside the secure walls of the Breeding Facility he was free to behave however he felt.

His driver remained with his vehicle while Pope entered the complex and used the elevator to gain access to the third floor by scanning the bar code on his phone. He confidently made his way down the corridor to a room where he could hear the subdued sound of soft rock coming through the door. Pope opened the door and stepped inside the room and what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Victoria Eglin was the Brood Matron and ran the Breeding Facility on behalf of Pope. She had softened the lighting ahead of Pope's arrival and she had staged herself dramatically under a ceiling downlight so that Michael 'Pope' Durden got the full effect. She was wearing a transparent, black, flowy-sleeved negligee, tied tightly around her trim waist and open at her décolletage to show off her ample bosom and long shapely legs. Her breasts were cupped in a black translucent mesh brassiere and her legs were sheathed in sheer, black, fully-fashioned stockings clipped to a black satin suspender belt. She wore black satin high-waisted panties that clung to her pubis.

Victoria was wearing five-inch black pumps and had accessorised with emerald jewellery set in silver to match her brilliant green eyes accentuated by blue-purple shimmery eyeshadow and heavy black eyeliner and mascara. Her cheeks were subtly rouged and her full lips coated with bright red lipstick. Her shoulder-length glossy black mane was tousled and worn with bangs. For those who could remember, she looked very much like Betty Page.

The dramatic look and staging was purposely employed to please Michael Durden. Victoria smiled at him and held out the martini she had prepared for him as he approached, smiling seductively at him. She would never tell him but Victoria had drunk three martinis before Pope arrived. She needed Dutch courage for what lay ahead.

Pope brushed the martini aside and took Victoria in his arms and kissed her passionately. Victoria put her arms around him and held him tight. She could feel the lightweight armoured vest he was wearing under his suit jacket. Pope didn't like the citizens to see him in body armour unless he was in his combat uniform; he felt it unsettled them.

She helped him undress and when she had him naked Victoria led Pope to the bed and lay him down on his back. She took her time kissing him, softly and gently at first, stroking his chest and teasing his nipples, displaying affection that she did not feel; disguising her self-loathing by smiling sweetly at him.

Victoria knew that he was in a rush so she wasted no time and began to kiss Pope passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, squeezing his hard cock and stroking his scrotum until he began to moan and globules of pre-ejaculate began to dribble from the eye of his penis.

She massaged the slippery precum into the flesh of his phallus and wickedly allowed her long fingernails to scrape across his fraenulum which caused him to shudder and press his hand to her neck. Victoria took the cue and traced her tongue down his hard body until her head was level with his groin and then she gobbled up his manhood and began to suckle it, expertly using her tongue on the sensitive glans while her lips worked on his shaft.

She straddled Pope so that her panty-clad mound was above his face, her knees close to his cheeks. Victoria knew that Pope would never perform cunnilingus on her. He'd told her that he felt revolted whenever he thought of the hundreds of cocks that had used her pussy. Pope never used his mouth on her down there; in fact he never touched her naked genitalia at all and insisted that she keep her panties on during sex. Victoria knew that when he used the other breeders he also insisted that they keep their genitals covered.

He did however enjoy the feel of Victoria's panty-clad mound and stocking--sheathed legs on his flesh and Victoria pressed her satin-shrouded labia against his nose. Pope inhaled the scent of her vaginal hygiene spray as he relished the feel of the woman's mouth and tongue on his cock and balls. He reached for her breasts and found her nipples engorged inside the cups of her brassiere. He freed her breasts from the cups and tweaked her ripe nipples until he heard Victoria begin to gasp.

Victoria had been conditioned to please men and was good at her job and despite her intense dislike for Pope Durden she couldn't stop her body's responses. Pope rubbed her pubic mound through her panties and smiled when he discovered that she was wet.

He couldn't deny his lust any longer and he lifted Victoria off him and threw her on her back and straddled her, his cock poking at her panty-cover pubis. Victoria looked up into his eyes and feigned adoration as she eased aside the gusset of her panties and guided his glans between her puffy labia into the moist chasm of her sex. She gasped as Pope slid his huge rampant penis all the way inside her warm, wet clunge.

She wrapped her legs around his torso, locking her heels in the small of Pope's back and put her arms around his neck and rose to meet his thrusts.

Pope lowered his face to her and kissed her passionately as he felt her buck and heard her mewl as he fucked her progressively harder until he was jackhammering his cock into her tight pussy while her heels drummed on his back and her fingernails raked his shoulders as she shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm. Pope felt her quim pulsate and quiver as her palpitating vagina milked him of his seed. It felt like his essence was being expressed by a satin glove.

As much as Pope disgusted her, Victoria let her orgasm bloom and then burgeon into an earth shattering climax as she clung to Pope and drove her groin up into his and ground herself against him so that his pubis pressed on her clitoris while his long thick member throbbed and disgorged his steaming load deep inside her quim. She allowed her consciousness to float away from reality much like she had done when she occasionally orgasmed in the breeding chambers when she was still a breeder. The man who was fucking her meant nothing to her; he was just the instrument of her pleasure.

Lying in the afterglow of the sex Pope started up at the ceiling whilst Victoria wished he would leave but settled on getting up and making herself another drink to wash away her shame.

"I looked at the stats in my office before I came here and I see that the breeding program is on schedule?" Pope chuckled and Victoria hid her disgust by keeping her back to him while she poured her drink.

Like all the other older women at the facility Victoria had given birth to ten children, averaging one every two years starting at the age of eighteen and only then had she had then been allowed to retire. She had no idea who the fathers of her children were because her children had been taken away from her as soon as they were weaned.