Training Day

What happens to a world where the people in it stop procreating? They force you too. Although, people have found new found freedom in it. About sixty years ago, everyone stopped and the governments stepped in and set in a new system. Marriage? Gone. Love? Gone. In fact, a person in this world no longer knows who their parents are as soon as they are born. Children are raised in the Sanctuaries while the mother goes back to her day-to-day life. The Father? They never even know they had a child.

They used to say that children were a gift. Now, they are a requirement. Women must produce at least 3 children in her time alive or she will be denied the privilege of an Appointment. That's all women want. I can't say the same. I do not enjoy the thought that as soon as I am 16 I am expected to procreate as many times as I can. I don't want my body to be used like that, but it doesn't matter because it will just happen anyway.

I turn 16 tomorrow. On birthdays around here, there is no cake, no party, and no one to remind you that they love you. Love no longer exists. It is outlawed. If someone is in or even thought to be in live with someone, they face being sent out into the Doors. The Doors is what society around the world calls the areas that fall between borders and have no government meaning that you are free. Except, there is nothing to live off of unless you only use nature. I wouldn't mind living out there, as long as that meant someone would be there to love me.

I wake up the next day and get ready to go into training. Before every girls first Appointment, they must endure training to ensure they understand what you are expected to do. I go out to the curb and wake for the electric car to come and pick me up. It drives me up in front of the big building decked in gray marble with white swirls. I walk into the lobby and go to the front desk. The lady behind it has short blonde hair with bright blue eyeshadow and long eyelashes.

"What's your name dear?" She asks me in a pleasant voice,

"India." I respond, not looking into her eyes.

"And what is your identification number India?"

"7409520."

She leads me to a room with chairs lined against the wall and another desk in the center. The doors on the sides of the desk seem to be swinging doors, as if they get traveled a lot. I take a seat in a chair near the door. There must be 4 other girls in here, all of them looking excited. I wonder if they know what happens in here.

I wait until they call me over to the door on the right. A woman who looks to be around 25 leads me to a room. I follow her and her bulging stomach in and sit in the chair she instructs me to. I watch as she pulls out a pale blue gown and a sheet of instructions.

-Remove all clothing and undergarments.

-Put on the gown and ring the buzzer once complete.

-Today you undergo the first stages necessary to enjoy the pleasure's your body can endure.

I follow the instructions and the woman comes back in. She places me in a chair and places straps around my shoulders that won't allow me to move up. She straps my legs and feet to the two separate tables and begins to move them to where my legs are bent and up next to my shoulders. I am completely exposed, and yet nothing feels strange. Nothing feels off.

"Alright. What I'm going to do is put some lubricant on your vagina and place the replication of the general man. If you need it to slow down, let me know, but I can not stop it. It is completely normal for it to hurt in the beginning but it will even out as you begin to get more used to it. This is smaller than what you will typically have during your sessions, but it will help your body become accustomed to it. Alright. Lets begin."

She puts on rubber gloves and pours a thick, jelly like substance onto her hand and rubs them together. She starts to rub them on my vagina and I try to back away from the cold but the straps force me to stay in place. When she is done, she removes the gloves and throws them away. She stands up and grabs a machine with a strange shape on the end. She places the tip of it to my entrance and clicks the on button.

It starts to move into me and I wince in pain. I feel my walls opening around it and making room. If this is the small one, I'm not going to enjoy the bigger ones. It starts to pull out, and I think it's finished, but it pushes in harder and faster this time. It keeps going in and out until I start to feel a heat rising in my body. I feel a need rise in between my legs. It pushes in harder and faster.

"Can you make it faster?" I ask the woman watching me. She grins a little, as if she knew I would ask.

"Yes. Tell me when I hit a good speed."

She turns a dial on it. It gets a little faster and a little harder. She keeps turning it until I can hear it smacking against me and its starting to move the table. "Here. Keep i-it he-re" I stutter out.

It keeps pounding into me. Shouldn't I be finishing here soon? I start to feel my legs shake and a heaviness in my stomach. My legs try to straighten out but the can't. I feel myself spurt out a warm liquid and pant. I shake the entire way through it. The thing inside me keeps pounding. The woman comes over to turn it off and pulls it out.

"How was that?" She asks.

"Is that what it feels like to get pregnant?" I ask in between pants.

"Oh, getting pregnant is much better than that. Faster, bigger, harder. It's called fucking." She says as she unstraps me and wipes the liquid away from where the previous heat has now turned into a slow fire, waiting for another round.

"Do I get to do that with a real one soon?" I ask her as I go to put my clothes on. She stops me and puts them in a bag.

"You get to do it for real now."