Karyl's Breeding

ONE.

The Collar

 

Karyl tilted her head to the side and pulled her shoulder-length hair up high enough to expose her neck. The HHS employee waited patiently, and bored, and then moved in, quickly and professionally circling Karyl’s neck with the metal collar. Using a heavy pair of pliers the employee sealed the collar shut with an audible click and then issued a short speech she had undoubtedly said hundreds times before.

“The collar is sealed. Do not break or tamper with the seal. The collar is to remain on you during your breeding and pregnancy. This is for your own protection. Some members of the public become violent when they see a pregnant woman not wearing and displaying her breeding license. Do you have a breeder lined up?” The woman who had granted Karyl her collar and license didn’t seem overly interested in Karyl’s fate or the answer to the question. It was all part of the process.

“Yes,” Karyl replied eagerly. She glanced over at her husband who had a wide grin on his face, and then she dipped her hand into her purse, pulling out a makeup compact. She didn’t need to adjust her makeup, she just wanted the mirror. Maybe Karyl had planned ahead with a little bit too much anticipation, but she was glad she had worn her blouse with the deep plunging neckline, not that she had that much cleavage to show off, but the wide-open collar made it that much easier for her to show off the metal license around her neck. The shirt wasn’t the fashion statement; the collar was.

The HHS worked just nodded and made a note on the e-tablet in her hand. “Good. If your initially breeding attempts fail, you can come back to us for additional contacts. Your initial breeding license lasts for one year. It is renewable, but you need to reapply for it. Any questions?”

“No,” said Sara, dropping the compact back into her purse and grabbing her husband’s hand. “We’re all set.”

They held hands all the way back to the car. They had taken Mika’s SUV, not only was it self-driving and had dark-tinted windows, but it was the larger of their vehicles. They showed great restraint in waiting until they had left the parking garage before climbing in the backseat and pulling off their clothes. The sight of an apparently empty SUV wasn’t notable, not on the interstate; plenty of parents sent their empty cars to pick up children from school or activities. And plenty of teenagers and adults used moving vehicles as traveling bedrooms.

It had been years since Karyl and Mika had had sex in a car, but the old skills quickly came back to them. It didn’t matter if Mika got his cock into her pussy and finished or not.

He wasn’t the breeder.

They didn’t undress all the way; that wasn’t necessary or practical. He pulled down his pants far enough to get his already hard cock out; she hiked up her skirt and yanked aside her panties to give him access to her pussy. Even though her pussy was a swampy mess Mika barely got his cock inside Karyl; the angles were all wrong in the back of the SUV. But it was enough.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh.” Karyl couldn’t talk. She had one hand on his cock, guiding him, and the other on her clit, playing with herself. It didn’t matter that their fucking would be a waste of time, this was a celebration, not a breeding.

Mika had one hand on her back, just above her ass, holding her in place against the movement of the car and the vibrations from the road. The other hand he had on her neck, fingertips on her collar. They had played with pretend collars before, inside their home; she’d never wear even a fake one outside because that would cause too many questions and problems and even invite a physical attack.

The collar should have been a symbol of slavery, of oppression, but to most women and couples in the late twenty-first century it was a sign of accomplishment and power.

Logistically, fucking in the back seat of an SUV racing down the road at high speed was difficult, but Karyl found it thrilling. It had been too long since she had been off on such an adventure. She felt like a teenager again, doing something naughty that would get her trouble with her parents.

There was however, a certain lack of pleasure in fucking in moving vehicle. Both Karyl and Mika weren’t teenagers any longer and weren’t nearly as flexible as they wanted to be. Sex face to face was more than a bit uncomfortable.

“Stop,” she told him. “It’s not good.”

“Wha—?” spluttered a confused Mika. He had thought it was fantastic. Good—good

“Let me turn over,” she said, pushing him away and awkwardly turning her body around so her knees were now on the seat and she was facing the back of the SUV. Behind their car was a little sporty roadster where an oblivious pair of young men were talking and eating. The one on the right was rather cute and Karyl wondered what he’d be like in bed. Did he have a big cock? Would Mika like to watch while the cute boy fucked her?

Reaching back between her legs she searched for and found Mika’s cock, and guided it into her pussy, all the while looking at the cute boy and fantasizing about him. She had briefly considered making Mika fuck her in the ass—they’d done that plenty of times before—but she wanted to have sex the natural way this time. Not that it really mattered. Mika could cum in her a hundred times and she’d still never get pregnant. He had cum insider her hundreds of times already, both her pussy and her ass, but with the collar on, she wanted to do it the right way.

“This way?” he asked, gripping her hip with one hand and finding her clit with the other.

“Oh…yeah,” she moaned as he started manipulating her pussy. “Make me cum!”

She was eager, but apparently Mika was much more eager than her. They had barely adjusted their bodies when she felt the familiar flood of wetness from his cock along with the throbbing sensation of his orgasm. Though he was a nice guy and a good husband, Mika wasn’t that great a lover. He often came before her. Not that it mattered in this case. He still kept thrusting with his weakening cock, rubbing her clit until he finally pushed her over the edge, but the orgasm she experienced wasn’t half of what she wanted it to be.

Maybe most men were sterile, she mused, but they could be better lovers.

Mika was a good husband, a wonderful companion, and had a bright future with his job…it was just that he, like ninety five percent of the male population, was sterile. He could fuck and cum, but what was in that cum was useless. And that, in terms of overpopulation of the world, was a good thing.

The sterilization virus released fifty years earlier had put a crimp on the reproduction rate of humanity. The idea was that less offspring for everyone, not just a few select grou