Chapter 4: Victoria and Madeline’s Backstory

THEN

Victoria Eglin

Victoria Eglin’s eighteenth birthday was approaching and she was both excited and fearful. Victoria was a third generation breeder. She never knew her mother because her mother was sold to another city-state not long after Victoria was born but in any event she wouldn’t have gotten to know her mother because children were taken away from their mothers as soon as they were weaned.

When Justin Durden created the breeding program he knew that if mothers bonded with their offspring they might become so protective of them that they might become difficult when their daughters came of breeding age or when their sons were selected to become Comfort Girls. He instigated a regime where there were no familial connections so that the breeders and Comfort Girls had only their contemporaries with which to bond.

Victoria’s first memories were of being raised by older females and retired Comfort Girls known as Brood Mothers. They instilled in her and her ‘sisters’ their ethos, morality and values as breeding stock. They were taught that they were saviours and the key to the future of Durden City.

Young breeders were educated to the extent that they could read and write and studied history especially the recent history of the pandemic which had caused world war three, the subsequent civil wars and the anarchy that followed. Of course the story of how Justin Durden had the foresight, acumen and power to create the sanctuary that was Durden City and implement the breeding program was essential.

They had access to a huge music, video and literary library and were exposed the arts, although access to the interweb was heavily censored until they were adults.

Breeders took deportment classes and undertook regular exercise, their health was constantly monitored and any of them who had imperfections which distracted from their beauty had the imperfections corrected. They were programmed to believe that they had only two purposes in life: to provide pleasure to men and to breed.

When females began to ovulate they were screened for fertility and those deemed infertile underwent aparoscopic or hysteroscopic surgery to correct the problem if the diagnosis could be ameliorated. If an infertile breeder could not be made fertile she was doomed to have one purpose in life and there would be no respite for her from the breeding chambers. Some fertile females used the derogatory pejorative ‘fuckpuppets’ to describe the infertile women and they were often shunned.

Victoria had been friendly with another young breeder named Susan Solister until Susan was found to be infertile and destined to become one of the fuckpuppets and then the friendship ceased.

Young females interacted with Comfort Girls both young and old. Boys were selected for the Comfort Girl program based solely on their appearance. The adage ‘pretty boy equals pretty girl’ was often used. The selected boys were raised as girls alongside the female breeders until they reached puberty when they were removed and taken to one the Comfort Places to continue their education and training until they reached the age of eighteen when they were put to work.

Victoria remembered her childhood as being rather idyllic, being pampered and coddled. The girls were given lessons in how to dress and how to behave. They never wore pants or trousers or anything masculine or dowdy, they wore dresses, skirts and blouses always with sensual lingerie and hosiery. They were introduced to makeup and educated how to make themselves look beautiful and desirable. They were educated in reproduction but there was no explicit sexual discourse and they were not sexualised until they reached eighteen.

There were many disputes about this subject by the Commission when the programs were first initiated but Justin Durden was adamant that both breeders and Comfort Girls were not to be sexualised until they were adults. The first reason for this was based on medical advice regarding the best way to maximise the breeding success of the females. The second reason was also based on medical advice. Both females and Comfort Girls were to spend most of their adult life servicing men and it was soon established that they could only endure the physical and psychological stresses involved for so many years. So it was determined that it was best to let them reach adulthood and keep them active in their respective programs until they reached the age of forty.

After that they would become Brood Mothers tending to the younger women and girls but would still be available to pleasure men on a more restricted basis if warranted.

The third reason was that even though both the breeding and Comfort Girl programs might be considered by some to be sexual slavery, Justin Durden considered sexual congress with adolescents abhorrent. He was well aware that the moral standards of the world had been extinguished but he insisted that his own moral code be applied when it came to matters of sex. His son and his grandson had seen no need to change what had proved to be very effective way of optimising and fully exploiting the breeders and the Comfort Girls.

Very few men had access to the females inside of the Breeding Facility except of course in the breeding chambers. There were the trusted Praetorian Guards who protected them, doctors and other medical professionals who cared for them and of course the Commissioners who had unfettered access to the breeders. But even the Commissioners could not have sex with them until they reached breeding age.

Twenty four year old Michael Durden was being given a guided tour around the Breeding Facility by his father who was explaining to him that one day he would be City Commissioner and responsible for the breeding program when Michael first saw Victoria Eglin and fell head over heels in love with her.

Victoria stood 173 centimetres tall (Justin Durden had enforced the use of the consistent and coherent metric system and had abolished the outmoded and archaic imperial system). She had a voluptuous figure but what enraptured Michael was her shoulder-length glossy black mane and her brilliant emerald-green eyes set in that beautiful face.

Michael Durden had broken away from his father’s entourage to speak with Victoria who was both flattered and bemused to be talking to a man about anything besides her function as a breeder. To Michael her voice sounded rhapsodic, she smelled ambrosial, her eyes sparkled and she spoke eloquently.

Michael made frequent visits to the Breeding Facility to meet with Victoria and he became besotted with her. The visits were always chaperoned as was mandated when men were in the company of virgins but he and Victoria disappeared into their own world when they were together.

Word soon got back to the City Commissioner who confronted his son.

“What are you doing?” Stephen Durden pulled his son aside where they could speak in private.

“She hasn’t been to the chambers yet but her birthday is only days away. I want her dad. I want her for my own,” Michael pleaded with his father.

“There are certain secrets to which you are not yet privy but they will be revealed to you when the time is right. As City Commissioner you can pretty much do as you please but if you take a woman and make her your own you will be despised as a hypocrite; you could never become City Commissioner,” Stephen explained to his son.

“When Victoria enters the breeding program you can have her as often as you want but you can’t keep her for yourself. The truth is that she is not worth the risk no matter how you feel about her,” Stephen continued.

“The City Commissioner is the only citizen of Durden City who has an offspring with lineage. He controls the city but only while the Commission and the populous revere him. He has privileges that others do not have but there are some lines that cannot be crossed,” Stephen said sagely.

“You may have your pick of breeders any time you chose but you can’t remove them from the breeding program. You can have no queen, no empress, no consort. All females participate in the breeding program; that is sacrosanct,” Stephen drove his point home.

“I’ll change the rules when I become City Commissioner,” Michael sniped at his father.

“At your own peril! There are certain aspects of the breeding program that you are not yet aware of; that very few people are aware of, only my strictest confidants. I trade females for gold,” Stephen said abruptly, stunning his son into silence.

“If you continue to insist on keeping this girl for yourself I will trade her right now. A beautiful young virgin like her will bring a high price,” Stephen grabbed his son’s lapels and growled into his face.

“You choose! She goes into the breeding program or I sell her off and you will never see her again,” Stephen hissed.

Michael had no choice. The woman he loved would enter the breeding program on her eighteenth birthday and would be available to all those who paid the price to use her.

On her eighteenth birthday Victoria Eglin was prepared for her first breeding. Her makeup was heavy and provocative, she was dressed in a black and red satin basque, the suspenders clipped to sheer black fully-fashioned stockings and her feet shod in black four-inch high heels. Her pubis was freshly shaved and moisturised and she was sprayed liberally with perfume. The Perspex screens had breathing holes drilled into the top to prevent them from fogging up and to allow the man breeding the woman opportunity to smell her as well as watch her.

Victoria had been educated on breeding chamber protocol. She knew that only her lower body would he exposed through the sanctity hole. She knew that this was her destiny; it was why she existed and she had been programmed accordingly but she was still trepidatious.

A Brood Mother, it had not yet occurred to Victoria why there were so few, helped Victoria to step up onto the breeding platform and get comfortable on the satin-sheeted mattress.

“Squidge down a little honey and push your legs through the sanctity hole,” the woman said in a soothing tone.

Victoria was so nervous that she got a heel caught in the sanctity curtain. A Chamber Maiden standing on the other side of the chamber untangled Victoria’s foot and helped position her buttocks on the part of the breeding platform that protruded through the chamber. She cinched the sanctity curtain around Victoria’s waist.

Victoria could hear the girl in the chamber beside her going through the same ritual.

“Are you ok honey? Are you ready? Just relax. The male breeders will be entering the breeding room soon. Try to smile, the first one might sting a bit but you’ll soon get used to it,” the Brood Mother said sweetly and closed the chamber before Victoria could answer.

What was there to say anyway? This was her destiny.

Victoria could hear the women either side of her breathing heavily, going through the exercises that the females had been taught to do so that they would be as comfortable as possible and not cramp up in the confined space.

Victoria’s head rested on two satin pillows that lifted her head sufficiently so that she faced the Perspex wall. She felt a little awkward with her legs dangling in the air but she’d practiced being in this position for extended periods and the other breeders told her that most of the men held the women’s legs while they bred them so they were supported through most of ‘the procedure’.

There wasn’t much time to think of anything else because the lights in the breeding room became subdued and background music began to play and the doors to the breeding room opened and the men began to file in. LED lighting in the chambers was switched on ensure the men had an unobscured view of the women they were fucking.

Outside the breeding room men were lining up anxiously. They were kept in order by City Guards but they behaved themselves anyway. Any form of disobedience would result in their removal, forfeiture of credits paid and possibly a ban on using the Breeding Facility. Chamber Maidens, who were Brood Mothers and breeders not working the chambers that day, also scantily and provocatively dressed to keep the men aroused, greeted the men and scanned their devices to see which breeder the man had been allocated and what place in line the man held.

Not all of the breeders cost the same. Younger breeders cost nearly twice as many credits as those approaching retirement and the cost of a virgin was beyond the means of most of Durden City’s middle class. Only those with the highest incomes could afford the luxury of purchasing a virgin. A man’s position in line was also relative to the credit he was willing to put forward, those who spent more went to the front of the queue.

Not that it mattered to Michael Durden. He arrogantly brushed past the City Guards and ignored the Chamber Maidens; they knew who he was and what he was here for.

As was his right Michael had claimed the virginity of Victoria Eglin; if he could not have her exclusively for himself he would at least be the man who took her first.

Michael entered the breeding room. The women lay on the breeding platforms side by side separated by the thin walls, twelve women on each side of the room, their legs and lower extremities poking through the sanctity holes with elasticised curtains drawn tightly around their waists so that the men had access to the women’s sex parts and legs but not their bodies and faces

The women’s names were engraved in white letters on red traffolyte signs above the chambers which were also numbered with large numerals to make it easier for the men to find their allocated breeder, like numbered racehorses sequestered in their starting boxes.

Victoria was easy to find because she was in chamber number one.

Michael approached the chamber and saw the woman he was besotted with lying on her back looking apprehensive. She was beautiful, her figure enhanced by the basque, her raven hair fanned out on the pillow, her face a visage of sensual beauty enhanced by her gaudy makeup and those long legs sheathed in sheer nylons poking out of the sanctity hole. Her pubis was smooth, the cleft inviting.

He wished that he was alone with her lying on a bed so that he could kiss and caress her. One day soon he would be able to do so but not today, as it was mandated, she must make her debut in the breeding chambers.

He reached out and stroked her long legs, delighting in the feel of her flesh clad in the silky nylon stockings. Victoria felt someone caress her legs and she looked through the window panel and saw that it was Michael. It felt so wonderful and sensuous as his hands stroked her thighs she felt herself becoming moist. Michael was rampant and ready and when she looked at him and smiled with those gorgeous red lipsticked-lips, her emerald eyes twinkling, his heart lifted and his passion soared.

Victoria too wished she could feel Michael’s body pressed against her, feel his lips on hers, she wished she could hold him and caress him and feel his heart beat as fast as hers was beating now. She knew that after today, even though she would have to continue to perform her duties in the breeding chambers, Michael would be able to visit her in the Breeding Facility any time he pleased and they could be alone together.

Michael looked around the breeding room, men were lining up in front of their allotted stalls in the order they had been assigned. The men at the front of the queues had already dropped trou and most were vigorously fucking the women, the men behind them looking on, some of them masturbating in anticipation of taking their turn.

Comfort Maidens prowled the floor ensuring that order was maintained and no rules were broken. They each held a call-button that would summon a City Guard within seconds should they push it and the offender would be ejected and face the consequences. The Comfort Maidens seldom had to do so. These men were privileged to be a part of the breeding program and had spent hard-earned credits to enjoy that privilege.

Michael looked behind him and saw a line beginning to form, the men respectfully looking elsewhere but anxious to take their turn with a newly deflowered breeder. It was at that moment that the stark reality of the situation hit him. He could claim Victoria Eglin as his lover and see her as often as he wanted but she would have to take her turn in the breeding chambers. Hundreds of men would fuck her. Her vagina would be flooded with the comingled seed of strange men. She would give birth to fatherless children. She would be his but not his exclusively.

He already knew this of course but the reality of the situation was on him. He looked at Victoria again, lying on the platform, her lower extremity poking through the sanctity curtain. He loved her but he hated her. In any event he was going to fuck her.

He lowered his pants and positioned himself between Victoria’s legs and opened the outer crease of her sex exposing the coral pink lips of her labia and her clitoral hood. He could see the dewy wetness there that he had elicited when he stroked her legs and caressed her thighs. His manhood was fully engorged and rampant.

Victoria looked at him through the glass and she closed her eyes when he began to gently circle her clitoris with his finger. She bucked a little, surprised by the sensation. He watched her enter an almost dreamlike state as he expertly fondled her labia and clitoris. He lowered his mouth to her and began to lap at her slit and lick her clitoris.

This practice was expressly forbidden in the breeding chambers but who was going to stop the heir apparent to the throne of Durden City? He was the one and only son of the City Commissioner.

Victoria began to writhe and buck on the breeding platform; she kicked her legs and screwed up her face. A deep tingling began in her lower extremities and crept upwards through her belly. Then it intensified as ringlets of extreme pleasure radiated from her clitoris as Michael Durden held her legs wide open and lapped at her cunt, lashing his tongue over her sensitive nubbin.

Victoria cried out as her orgasm blossomed into a crescendo of delight and extreme pleasure. She was the first of the breeders to cry out in ecstasy in the breeding room that evening but she would not be the last. The level of excitement in the room became palpable. The men in the lines turned their heads to watch Michael perform this illicit act and to watch Victoria Eglin writhe in passion through the Perspex window.

What they didn’t know was that Michael Durden would never perform cunnilingus on Victoria ever again

Michael gripped Victoria’s ankles and opened them wide and stepped up close to the chamber, positioning his glans in the folds of Victoria’s vagina.

There is a misconception that the hymen is some kind barrier deep inside the vagina that a man must rip open during a woman’s first penetrative sex. It is in fact a thin piece of tissue that surrounds or partially covers the external vaginal opening and when Michael pushed the head of his cock inside Victoria he felt only slight resistance. Victoria hissed at the pain. It was like a paper-wasp sting: sharp and fleeting with no residual soreness after.

Michele looked down and watched the head of his penis slip inside Victoria’s tight channel and he heard her gasp. She winced and it gave him wicked pleasure to see her do so. He adored this woman but she would never be exclusively his and he unreasonably blamed her for this. He thrust again and his cock slid all the way inside her, fortunately her vagina was lubricated by the orgasm she had just experienced.

Victoria stifled a scream as Michael’s huge phallus plunged into her virginal sex. It felt like it was going to tear her open.

“No! No! No!” Michael cried as he orgasmed.

Her warm, wet, intensely-tight clunge rippled as he ejaculated deep inside her. He couldn’t stop it.

Victoria forgot her pain and looked at Michael’s face, screwed up in ecstatic bliss as he climaxed and she realised what had happened. She could feel his penis throbbing as it spewed his issue inside her vagina and the pain dissipated. Victoria realised that she had caused the second most powerful man in Durden City to orgasm and she suddenly felt a little powerful.

A deep delightful warmth began to grow in her sex, much like when Michael had licked her genitals. She felt Michael move his hands to her thighs and grip her and begin to fuck her. Despite having just climaxed he was still rampant and insistent. His long slow strokes elicited deep feelings of ebullience in her vagina and the base of his penis pressing on her clitoris began to evoke now familiar sparklets of desire from her sensitive nubbin and she groaned lecherously.

Michael felt Victoria become wetter, her juices were flowing freely and he could smell her sex. His recent orgasm had tempered him hardly at all and his scrotum began to roil.

“Huh! Huh! Huh!” Victoria grunted as Michael thrust himself in and out of her tight, quivering, sheath.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him in tighter, wriggling her pudenda to extract every scintilla of pleasure from his hard appendage. Michael gasped and gripped Victoria’s thighs tighter and rammed his cock all the way inside her as his orgasm struck him almost violently, his phallus juddering as his scalding ejaculate spurted into Victoria’s quivering maw.

She was staring at him through the Perspex, watching the almost pained expression on his face as Michael came inside her a second time, the sensory receptors in her vagina began to glow then burn and her clitoris tingled with delight as Victoria climaxed again.

Michael held onto Victoria until his orgasm reached its zenith, then plateaued and finally began to subside. Victoria was also spent and she uncrossed her ankles from behind his back and she lay still.

A Chamber Maiden sidled up beside Michael.

“I’m sorry sir but I must request you move on. You have already breached the sanctity of the breeding chamber by performing cunnilingus on the woman and copulating with her again after your fist emission. I know who you are sir and I say this with most deference but I’m sure you are aware that this is for your own good,” the Chamber Maiden whispered respectfully.

Michael Durden looked at her. He would remember who she was when he became City Commissioner and revengefully he would sell her to his counterpart in Austin, hoping that she spent her days being fucked into unconsciousness.

Michael was spent in any event and he let go of Victoria’s legs and moved aside to use the tissues from the dispenser on the wall. He cleaned himself and put his manhood away and pull up his trousers.

The man next in line moved up and plunged his erect penis into Victoria unceremoniously and began to fuck her semen-clotted quim.

Michael glanced back and saw Victoria wrap her legs around the man as she moaned like a slattern. He loved her but he hated her for doing so.

Victoria climaxed again not long after Michael had left the breeding room but after that her quim became numb and then it became sore. She lost count of how many men used her body that day but by then it didn’t matter. She had already begun to learn how to disassociate her mind from her body and she was away in another place as the line of men ravished her one after another.

Madeline Smith

At eighteen years of age Madeline Smith had very few memories of being a boy. She was selected for the Comfort Girl program as soon as it became evident that she would make a pretty girl. Madeline was removed from the other male offspring who would spend their formative years being schooled and educated in a boarding school. The boys intellectual and practical abilities were assessed and a vocational profile was created for each student. Some went onto tertiary education while others became tradesmen whilst some simply went into menial employment. Durden City needed men of all calibres to keep a city of its size running effectively and efficiently.

Madeline could not even remember her birth name. She was given the name Madeline Smith when she entered the Comfort Girl program and that would be her name until the day she died.

Nobody except the Durden’s had familial names because there were no familial lines; names were assigned randomly at birth as a means of personal identification. Madeline had always liked her name and thought it sounded pretty and feminine. She had a friend who had unfortunately been given the name Gladys.

Madeline spent her formative years playing with and being educated alongside other Comfort Girls and young females, the idea being that the femininity of the females would influence the young boys, although Comfort Girls never really thought of themselves as boys and the few that couldn’t adjust to the paradigm were removed and placed back with their male colleagues or so she thought.

Madeline knew that she wasn’t female and was well aware of the biological differences but she had always thought of herself as a girl and enjoyed all things feminine especially the clothes. As puberty approached she was removed from Breeding Facility and the care of the Brood Mothers and sent to live in one of city’s four Comfort Palaces where she would learn her true vocation.

Just like the breeders, Comfort Girls were educated in reproduction but there was no explicit sexual discourse and they were not sexualised until they reached the age of eighteen. They were given hormone treatment and underwent laser hair removal or electrolysis, facial feminization surgery, a tracheal shave and breast and buttock augmentation. Treatment was tailored individually for each girl depending on their physique and their physical needs, the outcome being to ensure that the Comfort Girls were as feminine as possible.

Hormone treatment was strictly controlled to ensure that the Comfort Girls maintained an active libido. In the early years of the program it was soon discovered that Comfort Girls who enjoyed their vocation performed better than those who undertook their employment grudgingly. The girls undertook all of the tasks necessary to maintain the Comfort Palaces. They cooked, cleaned, performed rudimentary maintenance and learned how to tend bar, how to dance, how to engage in meaningful conversation and generally entertain men. They kept in shape through regular exercise.

They were uber-feminised and seldom wore male clothing except to perform manual tasks and they always wore makeup. Unlike the female breeders Comfort Girls were allowed out of the Comfort Palaces but always under supervision. Comfort Girls were not as valuable as breeders, however a lot of time, effort and money had been expended on them and they were still a precious commodity.

Upon attaining adulthood Comfort Girls were trained in the art of lovemaking. Unlike the breeders who simply lay on their back and allowed men to penetrate them, Comfort Girls were trained to flirt, to kiss, to fondle, to fellate and gratify men in every way that men desired. The importance of anal hygiene was impressed upon them and they were schooled in the use of personal lubricants and anal dilation using dildos and sex toys.

Comfort Girls had no virginity to offer up but neophyte Comfort Girls making their debut in the Comfort Rooms were still highly priced.

Madeline was excited to be making her debut and had no trepidation, in fact she was eager. She had been fabricated, inculcated and indoctrinated to please men and she couldn’t wait to do so. Customers were known to the girls as ‘Trade’ and a small proportion of the credit that the Trade paid went to the girl. If the girl performed particularly well the Trade was likely to tip the girl directly.

Once the girls began working the Comfort Rooms they became self-sufficient and had to provide for themselves until they retired at the age of forty when they became Brood Mothers to young breeders and Comfort Girls. Even then the ‘Comfort Grannies’ were available to service men selectively.

Men chose the Comfort Girl they wished to have congress with by selecting them on a website, their availability changing daily and the price dependant on factors such as age, beauty and experience. The girls were on a roster and not always available and some men were more selective than others. Some girls became favourites and the Trade would always request the same girl although of course there could be no interpersonal relationships outside of the Comfort Rooms.

Madeline had dressed carefully for her first evening working the Comfort Rooms. She wore a silver sequin sheath shift dress with a plunging V-neckline and short fringed sleeves. It was cut short to show off her long toned legs swathed in fifteen denier fleshtoned pantyhose so sheer that her legs almost looked bare except for the sheen of the yarn. She wore a pair of black nylon panties over her pantyhose and a matching brassiere; the garments so snug as to be undetectable under the dress. She selected black four-inch fuck-me-pumps and had accessorised with emerald costume jewellery to compliment her eyes. Her long glossy hair framed her heavily but exquisitely made-up face. She was stunning and she knew it.