justice and morality and blah
The Director droned on and on about justice and morality and blah, blah, blah. JT paid little attention to what was said at this time as she was preoccupied with the fact that she was in the Director’s office. She scoped the room for something to steal, a souvenir if you will, and wondered if she was good enough to take something without being seen by Zed, the super computer security system, but then she heard the Director say,
“…and that’s why we need you, all of you.” Realising she had just missed something important, JT whispered to the woman beside her.
“What did I miss?” she asked. The woman stared at her for a moment and then moved away. “What!?” JT grinned slightly. She knew full well why no one spoke to her, they were afraid, and rightly so. JT was almost six feet tall, lean and muscled, strong, acrobatic and bad tempered. On her first day inside the Fortress, JT had been put to the test. Two rather large women, who fancied themselves as rulers of the women’s levels, had picked a fight to show their dominance. A small thin girl, barely twenty years old, and JT were their prey. By the end of the fight, JT had killed one woman by snapping her neck and sent the other to the infirmary with a broken leg, a broken arm, five cracked ribs and a skull fracture. No one had come near her since. Not even the girl she’d protected. The Director continued.
“Research shows us that the group of women in this room are some of the most fertile in the Fortress. It is because of this that you have been chosen for impregnation,” gasps and whispers ran through the room, “and as research tells us that the female body is more receptive to this process during natural means instead of artificial insemination, the following program has been set in place. Zed?” Two doors slid open behind the Director to reveal the nerve centre of Zed. A multitude of screens covered the walls showing every part of the Fortress and her inhabitants, but then the pictures changed and a plethora of men in action was splashed across the room. “Each of you will choose a partner,” explained the Director, and one at a time he took them in to decide. As each choice was made, a screen went blank to show who was left. When JT went in she took her time and inspected each one.
“Too fat… too short… too tall… too thin… too gay, oh, two gay… too ugly… too young… too perfect for words.” JT stared at the screen in front of her. A funny little man with long hair and thick glasses was carrying a large rock. She stared hard at the weird creature. She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt hot and flushed and she knew it was this complete freak that she wanted to bed. “I’ll have him. Thank you, Zed,” and the screen went blank.
The women were taken to new cells and given time to settle in before their chosen partner arrived. The Mentel Corporation, the owners of the Fortress, were certainly going all out to make sure this ‘breeding’ program worked, these cells even had doors! JT was impressed. There was a king size bed against one wall and a wardrobe against another, and through a door opposite the entrance she found a separate bathroom.
“Not bad, Zed,” she said out loud. JT frequently spoke to Zed like this. She would thank the computer and compliment her as though JT were the mistress of a large house and Zed was the servant. When she was given her meagre meals everyday it was “Thank you for the delightful spread, Zed,”, when she was locked away in her cell she said “Thank you for tucking me in, Zed,”, and even on her first day after the fight, when Zed had intestinated JT for a full fifteen minutes, it was “Thank you for reminding me that I am human.” JT opened the wardrobe and looked inside. An assortment of outfits hung before her and she grinned broadly at the sight of a black leather cat-suit complete with thigh-high black leather boots and a whip, “You saucy girl, Zed.” She also found a long, pink satin sheath and a cream transparent baby-doll dress with matching g-string, and all in her size. JT stripped off her ratty orange prison dress and headed for the shower. She cleaned herself up, “Thank you for the soap and towels, Zed,”, and then dressed in the black leather. Just as she had stretched out across the bed, Zed announced the arrival of her would be lover. The door slid back and the funny little man that JT chose walked in. He seemed rather shifty as he inched his way inside and the sight of leather clad JT seemed to make him nervous. Sensing his anguish, JT spoke, “So you’re the naughty boy I’m meant to punish,” and she let the whip unfurl to the floor. Panic. Her lover backed himself against the wall and looked something like a rat in a cage, eyes darting from side to side looking for any way out, heart beating ferociously with pure fright. JT stood up and walked to the man cowering in his dirty, orange prison clothes, and licked her lips. She stroked his face gently with one hand and snaked the other down his front, and then she leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. When she pulled away, her companion stood stunned. “I’m JT,” she said quietly.
“D-Day,” he replied.
“Pleasure. There’s a shower through there if you want to clean up, and some clean clothes in the wardrobe.” D-Day walked uneasily across the room to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. JT licked her lips again, D-Day tasted good. She got some clothes out for him and laid them on the bed, and when he emerged from the bathroom she turned her back so he could dress in peace. “Have you been told why we’re here?” she asked him.
“No. I was just told I was being moved to a new cell, nothing else.” JT turned to face him. D-Day was clean and dressed and blinked at her through his thick glasses. “Why are you here?” JT grinned.
“Apparently I’m fertile,” she replied, “and ripe for impregnating. Do you want to impregnate me, D-Day?” D-Day’s jaw dropped.
“Do I want to what?” he stammered.
“Fuck me, D-Day. Do you want to fuck me?” D-Day couldn’t speak. He swallowed hard and backed away again. JT moved towards him, unzipping her leather cat-suit as she went. “I want you. I chose you.”
“Why?” he asked, as though the statement were ludicrous.
“Strong arms, big hands, soft lips.” JT followed D-Day around the room until he backed into the bed, stumbled and sat down. JT stood before him, bridging one of his legs and squeezing it with her thighs. “I haven’t had sex for five years, I haven’t wanted it for four and a half, and then I saw you.” She spoke softly. “The sight of you, something inside me jumped and I wanted you. I want to fuck you.” She pushed his hair away from his face and removed his glasses.
“I need those,” he protested, “I need them to see.” JT grabbed his out-stretched hand and put it against her breast.
“Please don’t make me beg,” whispered JT urgently. D-Day lightly squeezed her breast through the leather and conceded his defeat. His body had betrayed him the moment he saw her stretched out on the bed, he wanted her too.
“What would you like me to do?” he asked. JT smiled.
“Make my body your own.”
“How am supposed to do that if I can’t see?” JT leaned in close to D-Day’s ear.
“Feel your way,” she whispered. D-Day felt for the zipper running down JT’s front and slowing pulled it south. He reached inside her costume and ran his calloused hands over her soft, lean stomach and then up over her firm breasts and back again. JT shivered. It had been a long time. She reached down and pulled D-Day’s shirt over his head. He was slim of build but had strong arms, and a nest of soft brown hair covered his chest and trailed down his stomach, almost like an arrow aimed at his cock. D-Day tugged on JT’s sleeves and changed her from a black leathery blur that creaked to a pale soft blur that sighed when he touched her. He ran his hands over her breasts again and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. JT gasped a little and smiled, but then she was overcome with an urgency to fuck. “Strip!” she commanded, and she and D-Day shed their clothes with speed. They fell about on the bed and rolled over and over one another touching and groping and kissing, and then it happened. D-Day pushed his way inside JT’s neglected body and fucked her. He pushed and twisted and bucked and JT squeezed and gripped and then both of them came to a fast and feverish climax. When the fever subsided they lay quietly beside each other, a little disappointed, and they both promised themselves the next time would be less urgent, not so fast, and the fever would burn all night.
