Breeder Rape Future_(0)

In an alternate future, the losses from several wars have left the United States with a severely depleted population. To combat this, rape was legalized, resistance was criminalized and all forms of birth control have been banned under the Repopulation Recovery Act. Women are now regularly sexually assaulted and expected to give birth to any children than are born from those rapes. This story takes place about 50 years after the laws were passed.

“Jenny, you’re home late!” My mom exclaimed when I came through the front door. I dropped my backpack and shrugged.

“I got raped on the way home. It was just one guy but he took a while.”

“Sounds like a Monday! I saved you a plate for dinner.”

“Thanks, mom.”

I could still feel my rapist’s cum inside me. He had grabbed me on the bus and dragged me off. I would have had to go with him anyway, but some guys just liked the dominance. He threw me on the sidewalk and made me suck his dick while pedestrians walked around us. He had a big cock; not especially long but very thick and it made my jaw ache to suck it for so long. He squeezed my tits so hard I was sure I had a bruise. I had groaned when I tasted pre-cum, which he mistook for protest and slapped me, hard. I went down and stayed down while he pushed my skirt up and fucked my cunt. I was sure I was already pregnant from a rape earlier in the month, but that didn’t mean I had a right to say no. Women weren’t supposed to wear pants, underwear…anything that blocked access to their pussies anymore. He choked me while he fucked me and came hard inside me. The whole time he raped me, people just walked around us like it was nothing out of the ordinary. When he finished, he spit on me and called me a whore. I brought my legs up to my chest, like I was supposed to, to keep the cum inside me. After a few minutes I got back up and finished walking home, sore from the attack and leaking cum down the inside of my thighs.

Typical Monday.

The next day at work when I came in my boss was already fucking his secretary. He was a possessive guy so he kept her chained to her desk. She pissed and shit in a bucket that maintenance emptied once a day, and wasn’t allowed much clothing, if any. She was swollen with pregnancy so the boss fucked her in the ass hard every morning, not wanting to risk harming the baby. It was probably his, but he let some of the other guys fuck her, too, so we couldn’t be sure. I walked past the office and saw her bent over painfully while our boss mercilessly fucked her ass. I could see her wincing and wondered how close the baby was. I’d seen her raped anally and orally while giving birth once, and I had a feeling it might happen again. I wasn’t sure how much actual work she got done, but the office ran smoother when the boss was happy, so it all worked out.

I walked into my office and saw my desk chair had been pulled out from the desk. There was a large metal dildo on my chair with a post-it that said “ANAL LATER”. I sighed, pulled up my skirt and grabbed the lube from my purse. Sometimes the guys I worked with would pick a female coworker to pull a train on and it looked like my turn. I smeared some lube on my asshole and some on the dildo. I positioned myself over the dildo and pushed it into me. It was cold and I felt my hole constrict at the sensation. Gritting my teeth, I held it by the base and worked it up into my ass. Once I felt the head of the steel cock pop through my tight hole I was able to push the rest of it up into me. The sensation of hard fullness inside me was already making my pussy wet. I didn’t know how much later my anal fucking would be, so I tried to adjust to having the dildo up my ass while I started my work.

The company I worked for designed and manufactured breeding tables and accessories. Every now and then, a woman would disobey the law and try to resist a rape, abort a pregnancy, etc. When that happened, they were sent to a breeding center for re-education. We visited the centers as children, so we would understand what would happen to us if we broke the law. The centers were typically large, warehouse-like buildings with only one main room. The room housed all the prisoners. They were strapped to breeding tables 24/7, and the floor was a metal grate. The women were not allowed clothing or food. They received intravenous nutrition and remained in a fuckable position all day and night. The tables were convertible, so their positions could be changed (by others, not the women, of course). Men could visit the breeding centers night and day and were given full access to the prisoners, who were fitted with permanent O-rings in their mouths so they could never refuse administering oral sex. Women in the centers received a brand on their lower backs, marking them as whores for use.

Every kind of whore was available at the centers. Any taste a man had could be was available there, and there was no limit to what you could do to a breeding whore. The first time I visited a center, they showed us a breeding whore who was due to give birth. She was in a harness, suspended facedown a few feet above the floor, with her legs spread wide and holes exposed.