Synopsis: A tale of a dystopian future of male submission and female dominance. Includes both male and female bisexuality.
Annelise rose from her desk, leaving the holoscreen packed with rows of icons and status updates, and took the few short steps to the viewing window on the interior wall of her office. Production was going well this week and she was confident that there would be plenty of product to meet the rising demand. She allowed herself the hint of a smile of satisfaction as she surveyed the scene on the floor below.
The row of men stretched away in both directions. The row of naked men. Naked, on their knees, each leg shackled to the platform beneath. And rising from each, from between their hind limbs…she caught herself - legs, they still called them…a flexometallic tube rose toward the duct running the length of the vault, high above them, carrying the precious product, the semen on which the women of the world were now dependent. She closed her eyes and swayed with satisfaction at the rhythmic hum of the machinery as the men were milked.
She did not linger too long, for there was much left to do. Running a BioExtractor facility was complex and demanding work, and she could not afford herself the luxury of dwelling too long, or reminiscing as she often did about her own introduction to the industry, working down on the production line. One of the attendants looked up and saw her watching. A smile flashed, and a latex-gloved hand gave a thumbs-up before the girl turned back to her work.
This one had been cooking nicely for almost an hour and it was time to harvest again. She saw his eyes roll upwards before the lids closed. A thin hint of a smile formed as he began to produce. Not a bad run but this one was a long way from being selected for the high yield section. Ten minutes later he was drained and she put the system into standby mode. She then carefully eased the stimulator dildo from his anus, whereupon his body finally relaxed. She turned to her other bull and checked on his progress. Probably half an hour to go - time for a coffee. She flicked the control on his stimulator up to medium, causing hm to grit his teeth momentarily. Once satisfied he wasn’t going to overcook she peeled off the gloves, freshened up and headed for the cafeteria. Max mode could wait till she got back from her break.
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When the Great Mutation had struck the world it rapidly become apparent that it affected men and women differently. At first it had appeared to be simply that men succumbed to it more easily, and none of the scientists battling to find treatment and prevention had had the remotest inkling of what was to come. It was only in the years that followed as the world continued to struggle to recover from the devastation that the discovery came, the revelation that changed the course of human history. Even so, years of research had not found the answer to why women were protected by consuming semen.
Exactly how this had been discovered was still the subject of much uncertainty, myth and folklore. What was without doubt though was that a regular dose of cum was now essential for female survival. What was more, the more fresh it was the longer the effect lasted. In the ensuing battle for the survival of the species it was the women who had triumphed. The symbolic act in the wake of the final submission of men was the Men’s Rights Act, a misnomer for it was the law that had removed most of them. They now existed mainly to serve the female population, their lives governed by the laws passed by successive female governments. In a strange twist of irony they also had their own survival need, which was controlled by the women.
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“A spunk factory?!”
Francesca could hardly contain her mirth and glee as Ellen, her older sister finally revealed the details of the job that was to see her through her first summer holiday after starting university the previous year. She looked at Ellen, wide-eyed, hand over mouth in feigned disbelief.
“A BioExtrractor, don’t be so vulgar”, Ellen protested.
“But don’t they have machines for that now?”
“Yes, but the quality of what they produce isn’t up to much. It’ll do for the masses but the high yield stuff is really sought-after these days by women who can afford it. They said I had all the right qualities to be…”
“A milk maid!” Francesa laughed.
“Oh lay off, you’ll find out in September when you’re a skint fresher buying cheap cum shots in the union bar.”
“Well girls, it’s not as though ladies of our standing have to concern themselves with all that vulgar processed stuff anyway, not when we get ours straight from the teat, so to speak”, Vanessa interrupted.
“Yes, Mummy”, Ellen agreed, “speaking of which isn’t it time for our morning dose?”
And so it was that the highest quality cum could only be extracted if swallowed straight from the cock. In historical times fellatio would have been the simplest and quickest way to achieve this, but no self-respecting high society woman was going to do that to a man these days. It would be social suicide. Instead they employed fluffer girls who were expert at preparing the male and presenting him ready to deliver.
Alison and her two apprentice girls had been working on the three males continuously since they had been selected by Alison from the stable at dawn. Of all the places a man could find himself kept nowadays this really took some beating. As always she had used her expert instincts to select who was the most ready to nourish her wealthy employer and her daughters. Alison had a guilty secret - she loved her early morning visits to the stable. There was something raw and dangerous about it, a heady mix of pent-up desire, mixed with subdued aggression. The atmosphere, even the smell had her dripping wet even before it had reached her nostrils. Who would be ready this morning, which of them had ruled themselves out by wasting their loads during the night, succumbing to the urges of highly forbidden but tacitly accepted mutual masturbation, or worse with their stable-mates? Which had saved themselves, desperately hoping that she would choose them for an hour or two of immense pleasure, culminating in the ultimate prize of pumping their loads down the throats of the rich society women to whom they owed their very existence here.
The silhouettes of the three men being led by their collar chains across the yard, the dawn light breaking behind them, cut a beautifully artistic scene. They were led through the back door of the arousal room, where the usual rules restricting male behaviour were relaxed, for the whole purpose was to stimulate them skilfully and relentlessly until they were ready to provide. In a scene that would have looked scandalous in most other settings, the three fluffers wore nothing but panties, and the men knew that if they performed well they would be well-rewarded with those when the deed was done. Lucy and Laura were still learning so Alison patiently guided them through the process and techniques. Laura’s charge already had a handful of her bottom as she bent forwards to squirt her first dollop of oil from the dispenser. As he grunted and groped her greedily she applied it to the shaft of his cock, already rock solid, and began to gently stroke and tease.
“Careful pet, I think this one is primed to go off big time if you don’t take it steady”, Alison cautioned.
For over an hour the men were oiled, stroked, stimulated and edged, while greedily touching the women’s bodies in every way that was allowed. The flutters took great care not to bring them over the edge and waste all of that hard work. They didn’t use high-yield techniques for there was no prospect of doing so without bringing the men off right there.
When they were ready Vanessa rang the bell and Alison led the little party into the breakfast room, where their recipients were waiting. Vanessa was a little concerned that the girls preferred to kneel while receiving - it was so undignified and looked too subservient for her liking. She had her stable boy stand on a platform so that he could put his cock into her mouth while she was comfortably seated.
“All ready for you ma’am”
Alison got the timing exactly right as always. Vanessa took the hard cock between her lips and felt it pass over her tongue and into the back of her throat. With so much experience behind her there was no gagging. Almost immediately her stable boy tensed and ejaculated, pumping his load of cum straight down her throat, wave after wave of it. Alison had prepared him well, and no sooner had he finished than he was pulled from her, subsiding already, without a drop spilt. Vanessa turned to see her eldest daughter, on her knees with her mouth stretched wide, as her stable boy delivered her morning dose of cum. She lingered just a little too long for Vanessa’s like after the deed was done, looking suspiciously like the merest hint of fellatio. We’ll have to work on that.
Francesca, also on her knees in front of a muscular stable boy with a well-primed erection, gave a coquettish toss of her wavy brunette hair before opening to receive what Lucy had prepared for her. Then it suddenly went wrong. His eagerness and Lucy’s inexperience in avoiding over-stimulation joined forces and tipped him over the edge. With a groan he spasmed and ejaculated a jet of semen straight into Francesca’s face. Another hit her in the face again then as she tried to pull away there was more, shooting and squirting down the front of her neck and over her blouse. Francesca squealed as she was drenched in cum.
Ellen thought it hilarious and burst out laughing as Vanessa rolled her eyes and sighed with annoyance. Alison knew her procedures very well and went straight into action to rescue the situation. It was important not to let it go to waste, and preserve quality as much as possible. “Don’t cry over spilt milk!” She hurried over to Francesca, who had cum dripping from her chin now, and began to lick her face and neck, slurping up as much as she could. She beckoned Lucy, who had been looking on, unsure what to do to get on with it. Snapping out of it Lucy began to unbutton Francesca’s blouse and lick the cum from her breasts and chest. Her mouth now full, Alison placed her mouth over Francesca’s and transferred the cum into the girl’s mouth, whereupon Francesca swallowed it at once. Alison took just long enough that it became more or a kiss, which was a little unprofessional but she noticed how Francesca seemed to reciprocate. We can work on that. She pulled away and Lucy was next, her salty, cummy lips connecting with Francesca’s to share - share because she managed to swallow a little herself and hoped nobody would be any the wiser.
The dramas over the fluffed girls retreated back into the arousal room with their charges while the ladies turned to preparing for the day ahead, and Francesca headed upstairs to get cleaned up.
The final act of the daily ceremony was for the fluffer girls to remove their panties and give them to the stable boys. They tended to let them use them right there, rather than take them back. It was too risky and nobody wanted to see fights breaking out.
To be continued
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