Chapter 4: Quality Control

Were Jacob not hooked on coffee, this morning would nevertheless require it. Last night’s session had been more intense than he had hoped, physically and emotionally. He’d had two years to inure himself to the fact that he couldn’t expect to serve a string of happy customers, but that reality still occasionally affected him.

While Monday morning’s task was selecting mates, Tuesday morning’s was quality control.

The typical breeder faithfully performed his function: having a female to breed, he would do what was required to breed her. All the same, the program had to be sure it was accomplishing its mission. Trust but verify. The program could gauge success by tracking pregnancies—and it did—but some variation in the pregnancy rate from male to male was to be expected. The sure way to verify breeding took place was to observe it.

Each breeding room was outfitted with several hidden cameras and microphones. Every session was recorded, and the recording saved for review, after which it would eventually be discarded. Usually, the reviewers were fellow breeders, at other breeding centers to avoid the possibility of having to rat on a coworker.

Jacob’s task was to review the video of a session and verify two things: firstly, that the breeder did inseminate the female, and secondly, that the female was not harmed during the session.

Jacob started playing the video.

He saw a breeding room much like the one he used. In it was a young woman, attractive, maybe early 20s, with wavy hair and a neutral facial expression. She balanced on the edge of the bed, nervously swinging her legs.

Enter the breeder, a well-built guy with a buzz cut, of about the same age. With that pairing, Jacob half-wondered if he was viewing a porno rather than a breeding session. His other half told the first to shut up and watch the movie.

The breeder introduced himself and sat in a chair facing the woman. He went through her form. The audio wasn’t clear, but it sounded like she had chosen to be fucked from behind and didn’t want to see her breeder. And she also thought restraints would be necessary.

A woman asking to be restrained was a more frequent occurrence than one might think. Sure, there were the few that got off on that sort of thing. Much more often it was because the woman knew she was going to be inseminated, knew she didn’t want to be, and knew she had no say in the matter. And furthermore she didn’t want to pretend that the sex was consensual. It was a point of pride that she would not willingly submit.

At the same time, the woman usually would allow the breeder to secure her in the restraints. It was a point of dignity that she would not have to be wrestled into them.

Unfortunately, as the breeder explained to the woman on the screen, the restraint system was not compatible with sex from behind. It was also not feasible to curtain off the breeder. If she was to be restrained, she would have to be on her back and either close her eyes or have him in her range of sight.

After considering her options, the woman said she still would rather be restrained. She wanted him to warm her up with a vibrator, just enough to get her wet, inseminate her, and be done with it.

The breeder showed her the restraint system. He had her lie in the center of the mattress. He bound each arm to a corner behind her. He had her raise her legs and bound each one to a fixture above the bed.

At this point, the woman was on her back, arms spread to the sides, legs splayed towards the ceiling. The lower part of her robe was bunched up on her midsection, and her most private area was visible to the breeder and three of the cameras. Her pubic hair was full but trimmed, with a well-kept bikini line, and her outer labia hung open. So much for dignity.

Jacob’s first clue that the movie was heading off script came when the breeder in the room began to open the woman’s robe. Usually that wasn’t necessary, because her vulva was already accessible. Apparently this breeder wanted to see the rest of her. He exposed a lovely set of breasts, maybe 34C or 34D, that stood proud even with her on her back. Her tummy seemed to have a little padding, but she was by no means overweight, just a beauty who got her drinking in.

The woman’s first clue that the movie was heading off script came when her breeder cupped one of said lovely breasts in his hand and gently felt it, playing with its weight. The woman didn’t speak up about it; maybe she figured some groping was to be expected and didn’t want to invite more.

The breeder proceeded to climb onto the bed and settle at her side. Now both breasts were in range, and he played with them freely. The woman’s face showed revulsion, but even through the camera it was clear that her nipples were stiffening and poking out. The breeder noticed, and he caressed those nipples, then bent over her and took one into his mouth. The woman’s arms jerked against the restraints, and she turned her head to the side. Meanwhile the breeder was latched onto her breast, sucking calmly on the nipple.