Chapter 3

After Charity left, Pritchett looked at me.

“Tell me about the breeding,” he said.

“All I have are my own notes,” I said. “The other men’s notes aren’t here.”

“I have them,” said Pritchett. “If needed, we’ll look at them later.”

“Okay,” I said. “My first job there was a pair of sisters who refused to be separated. They were named Rebecca and Anna. They were compound sisters, not biological ones. When I knocked on their door both were dressed in long, thick nightgowns. They were huddled on the bed, holding each other.

“I knew they were reluctant, and that I might have to force them, so I showed them the ropes and gag and explained how I was going to restrain them. I said if I had to spank them, I would, and that it was their duty to have babies.

“I told them to remove their nightgowns. They cried a little bit and I paused, to let them calm down. I was doing the usual, complimenting them, and telling them how hot they were making me, just the regular stuff. I started with Rebecca and removed her nightgown. She was naked under it and I told her how beautiful she was, and all that. Once she was naked, Anna’s reluctance faded and she took her own nightgown off. I tied them up, side by side on the bed. I gagged them loosely, per protocol, and went to work on both of them at the same time. I spent about an hour getting them ready and then I mounted Rebecca. She wanted her gag off so she slipped her hand out of the rope loop and removed it. Then I helped her put her hand back in the loop.”

“She didn’t resist when you re-tied her?”

“Not at all. I was already in her by then. Neither of them would tell me if they were virgins or not. Both were very tight but I used extra lubrication and took my time.”

“What did she say, once she took her gag off?”

“Nothing, until she had her first orgasm. Then she told me not to stop.”

“What was the other one doing?”

“She just watched.”

“So you fertilized Rebecca first.”

“Yes. While I recovered, I untied her and worked on Anna some more. Eventually she wanted to be untied and un-gagged and by the time I was ready to service her she wasn’t resisting any longer.”

“How many times did you service them?”

“We had been there ten days when Josiah said we were no longer needed. I serviced them five times.”

“What happened during those subsequent breedings?”

I leafed through my notes. I kept them chronologically, because it was easier that way. I found my notes on Rebecca and Anna. Every time they had wanted to be together when I fertilized them. That was fine. Even if they’d been in separate rooms my recovery time would have been the same. Because I have so much sex, I’m able to have it more often. I can usually fertilize five women per day.

“They were the same, except there was no reluctance at all the subsequent times,” I said. “My notes say they were already naked when I got there each time.”

“Did anybody else fertilize them?”

“I don’t know about that. All the men offered to fertilize any woman who wanted them to. That’s our normal procedure. You should know. You designed that procedure.”

“Yes,” he said. “As I’ve told you, multiple sessions with multiple partners produces more fertilized eggs.”

“We always follow procedure.

“Were there any virgins?”

I checked my notes.

“Five,” I said. “All between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.”

“So Rebecca and Anna weren’t in that group?”

“No. I never saw them with any children, but I assumed they’d each had one.”

“Back to the virgins,” he said.

“We handled that in the usual way. We gathered them into the meeting hall and let them choose which of us would break them in. We gave them the option of losing their virginity privately, or as a group. I was with the sisters when that started, but when I got there, all five were past the socially required resistance stage, and were actively fucking back at the men.”

“So they chose to stay together,” said Pritchett.

“Yes.”

Charity slipped back in and sat down next to me. Pritchett ignored her and kept questioning me.

“Did you hear them say anything while this was going on?”

“Only the usual things. Don’t stop. I didn’t know. I’m so happy. Stuff like that.”

“Virgins can be difficult,” said Pritchett. He should know. He’d gone out on contracts himself for ten years.

“These weren’t. I can’t prove it, but these religious sects seem to love sex more than the others.”

“They’re very restrictive societies,” said Pritchett. “Everything is controlled and they don’t have much freedom. When they’re with us, they’re finally free to enjoy sex. It can be a powerful thing.” He looked at Charity. “How were the men?”

“The usual,” she said, shrugging. “They couldn’t get enough. Some of them cried because they couldn’t fuck as much as they wanted to. I checked with the girls, as you asked. Jannine lay with Josiah Yoder twice. I was wrong about Stephanie. She was busy elsewhere. It was Ruth who also serviced him. She said he picked her from the group because of her name.”

“Her name? Usually, a white man picks a black woman for other reasons.”

Charity shrugged. “Ruth said he was quite ardent. She said he wished he could get her with child.”

“Every sterile man wishes he could get a woman with child,” said Pritchett.

“So, as far as you know, all the men who were serviced were happy.”

“Yes,” she said. “We take pride in our work.”

“I know you do.”

“What was this complaint?” I asked. “What’s this all about?”

“In time. You’ve talked about the virgins, and the two sisters you serviced. What about the rest?”

“You have those notes,” I said. “All I remember is there were more than the contract stipulated. We went there to service fifteen women, but more showed up claiming to be ripe.”

“I don’t see that in your report, Bob.”

“Is that what this is about? Money? We were already there. It was our first contact with this group. I decided that servicing a few extra women for free would be good business. I’ve done that before and you know it.”

“I do, and I think it is good business.”

“It’s too bad more didn’t catch,” said Pritchett.

“What was the rate?” I asked. The men always wanted to know how successful a contract was. It was a matter of pride. Charity and her girls were proud when they left a man lying limp, with a smile on his face. We men were proud when our sperm was proven to be viable and strong.

“There were nine successful inseminations, according to the message we got.”

“That’s great,” I said. “We were only there ten days. They should be happy, not complaining.”

Pritchett spun his chair around and looked out his window.