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  "Arise off the bed, Oman."

  As he swung his legs over the bed to obey her, his long blond curls fell gently onto his shoulders, and then continued on to touch his chest.

  "Oman, are you familiar with the breeding ritual?” By now Keera was reciting from the Creed they had been taught in their breeding classes.

  "Yes, mistress. I am here to pleasure you in whatever way you wish today.” With this, he unhooked his loincloth and let it drop to the floor. “Does my member please you?” He stood erect, with his ruddy red cock grasped in his left hand. He smiled broadly, his perfect white teeth gleaming. Keera thought he had a pleasant and non-threatening air about him. With his right hand, he cupped his sac. The head looked round and polished, circumcised as all Breeders were. The scientists had tried to breed baby boys with no foreskin, but their efforts had been fruitless up to this point. Ritual circumcision was still carried out shortly after birth.

  "Earlier, I took the hot pill that will keep me firm for your riding. My cock will not soften before you are finished."

  Keera learned in class that Breeders were given hot hormones before they were used in the Pleasure Palace to accentuate their erections and increase the pleasure they gave the women. Keera knew all the Breeders were young men, specially bred for sexual build and stamina in bed and also to be esthetically pleasing to the eye. They ranged in age from sixteen to twenty-eight, but that was the top of the age scale. After that, FemGov felt men could not be counted to be firm enough to pleasure a woman as they should. Of course, the elder Breeders protested this, but FemGov did extensive studies to prove them wrong.

  "How long have you been at the Palace?” Keera quizzed him.

  "Only one month, mistress. I have completed my apprenticeship."

  "How many women have you fucked?"

  "Only six. But they said they were well pleased with my performance. Galena has it in my record if you wish to see."

  Keera stared transfixed at his cock. It looked exquisite to her, much better up close than she imagined. All she had seen before were the training screens of the Breeders, and most of their sex organs were shown in a flaccid state. But Oman stood eagerly before her, with a sweet smell to his skin. She thought she detected a muskiness emanating from his cock, which was to be expected in his swollen condition. FemGov had not been able to breed the smells out of men yet.

  Beside the yearly physical exams, the girls had all completed a pelvic exam at age thirteen to open and explore their vaginas. Keera had enjoyed hers; all the girls felt the same way. The exam was done in a warm and friendly way by women physicians. There were no cold metallic instruments shoved rudely up inside their body cavities. Instead, small hard water-filled rubber penises were used, almost in a game setting. Sex was not to be feared, it was to be enjoyed and embraced as a part of their feminine rights. If a girl had any physical deformities, they could then be corrected, so she could use her sexual organs as she was due.

  The small rubber penises were given to the girls to take home and experiment with as they wished. It was promised to them that on their Awakening Day, they would feel a large cock between their legs and enjoy the utmost pleasure a woman could have in her life. So the Pleasure Palace ceremony was something to look forward to.

  They were given suppressing hormones in their food and drink from the age of ten. This kept their sexuality in check. FemGov felt that if people's sexuality was chemically repressed, the populace could be better controlled. Again, this was one of the things they persuaded people to give up to have a peaceful society. They convinced the public that sex led to fighting, and fighting led to murder and war.

  In Keera's case, her cold hormones had been discontinued two days before her Ceremony. This was to ensure stabilization throughout her body followed by a super surge of naturally produced hormones. No one questioned it, that was just the way FemGov controlled youthful sexuality and any non-scheduled breeding.

  "Oman, come and undress me."

  Keera put her foot out so he could begin unlacing her sandals. As he kneeled and touched her straps, the lights in the ceiling flickered for an instant. Oman glanced upwards at the same time she did.

  "This has never happened before,” he shrugged. “I wonder if it forebodes some evil."

  Keera said nothing, but pulled her foot back. She watched Oman's pupils dilate as he stared at her. She held his gaze until he remembered his place and cast his eyes downward.

  "Join me. You will undress me on the bed. I desire your cock now.” Keera commanded Oman to join her by patting the mattress. Her body ached for the Breeder's touch. She had felt a rush of wetness between her legs by watching the other fucking couples. She wondered if it was a natural pull or withdrawal from the suppressing hormones.

  Keera positioned herself gracefully on the bed. Oman approached her, his youthful erection in his hand again. Keera kept her eyes on it. She knew she could not refuse the coupling, either physically or emotionally. To refuse it would throw her into the Female Worker Class. They were much looked down upon by the ruling class. She didn't relish that thought.

  Yet something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it. Sometimes a Sky City citizen didn't know what was right or wrong, what was natural and what was synthetic. Historical reading materials were controlled or outright destroyed. It was just easier to believe what they told you and leave it at that. Keera doubted much of their philosophy, but she had no one to confide in, nowhere to turn.

  Keera giggled as Oman took off her sandals and tossed them on the carpet. She lifted her hips as he gently pulled off her harem pants and looked longingly at her pussy. Knowing that his cock would soon be nestled inside that lush little wet hole of hers was almost too much to bear. She opened her legs as he bent to kiss the insides of her thighs gently. She couldn't stand to wait a minute longer, but her training kicked in and she knew she must muster resistance to his male wiles. It was the most difficult thing she had done in her young life.

  As she watched Oman straighten back up, she could sense that he was ready to feel his stiffness pierce into her pink darkness. She thought it was a shame that for all his beauty, he would be put out to pasture at age twenty-eight. But perhaps if he acquired more skills, he could stay longer.

  She should have been commanding him to force himself into her at this point, but she just let her eyes rest on his face. They needed no words for this. She sighed again and opened her legs wider. Oman began to settle down on his knees for the act both of them desired mightily.

  Just then an ugly whistling sound rushed over the roof of the Pleasure Palace. It was followed by a tremendous explosion and the floor beneath them shook. Oman was knocked off the bed, just as his cock head touched the slick petals of her pussy. Keera's head bumped the headboard of the bed. They stared at each other in disbelief. All thoughts of sex and coupling left them. As they collected their wits, a second whistling sound came over their building. This time, something clipped the edge of the roof and pictures and pieces of sheetrock fell into the room.

  "Run for your life!” Oman jumped off the floor and grabbed his loin cloth. He fastened it about him in a quick wrapping motion. “I cannot leave through the shimmer screen, but you can."

  Keera knew the Breeders could only leave through the backs of the rooms due to their tattooed collar bands. Disguised passageways behind the curtains led to their living quarters, which they never left once they became employed as Pleasure Palace Breeders. Their quarters were like male dormitories, equipped with entertainment and exercise areas for them.

  She crawled off the bed. “What's happening?” Her air of authority began to crack and her voice trembled a bit.

  Oman ran for a closet and yanked out some old boots, a robe, and pants. He threw them at Keera. “Put these on. You cannot stay any longer. I fear there are fires in the alleyways from the comets."

  "Comets? What comets?” Keera shrugged on the shapeless robe over her beautiful pink top. She belted it tightly.

  "I heard ta
lk of them yesterday. The scientists said that Sky City was in their path, but the others disagreed and said their calculations were off and to just ignore them.” Oman's eyes jerked nervously. “I don't want to die. You must hurry.” He headed to his exit doorway.

  Chapter Two

  "Where will I go? What will I do?” Keera had never felt so hopeless before. Her whole life had been programmed, step by step. There was never a chance for variance, a misstep down a side path. Do this, do that. FemGov will guide you. But where was FemGov now?

  Oman's voice was high-pitched with fear. Keera realized he was, in fact, not that many years from boyhood himself. “Go out into the hallway. See if Galena is there. She will help you. I cannot say anymore. I must run to the basement with the other Breeders. You cannot go through the portal—you would be shocked to death.” With this, he fled for his life.

  Keera burst out through the shimmer screen. Looking down the hallway, she saw Galena prostrate on the floor, a large section of the wall pinning her down. Keera wished to save her, but she saw no movement, no sign of life. She felt sick and began to tremble uncontrollably.

  There was an emergency exit glowing scarlet at the east end of the building. Keera ran for it and shoved the door as hard as she could, thus setting off the alarm. No one cared; everyone was fleeing as she was. Women of various ages, wearing bits and pieces of clothing, stumbled and ran for their lives. Some were completely naked, or wet from post-coital interrupted showers. A few held condoms or still vibrating sex toys in their hands. In their lifetime, nothing like this had ever happened in Sky City. They were always protected and sheltered from harmful events.

  Leaving the building, Keera took the stairs on the fire escape two at time. When she reached the first landing, she paused to calm herself and view the damage to the city. The formerly serene landscape was gone, replaced by charred rubble, shocking in its ugliness.

  Her initial thought was to run to the trolley station at the curb, the way she had arrived at the Pleasure Palace. But the road was cracked and the fissure was spreading, jagged and serpentine black. A vulgar dragon's mouth, it yawned at her. Looking a few blocks to the east where her family home stood, she saw nothing but red fires and smoke. She wondered if her family, as Galena inside, was dead.

  Her survival instinct kicked in. She looked around to see which place would be the safest. Was there a group of people that she could band with? Fires appeared to be spreading from the comets’ random hits.

  She saw a small band coarsely built and heavy-boned Roughs run from a warehouse where they had been unloading produce. They were frantically making hand gestures to one another. Crates of lettuce and corn were spilled all over the parking lot. None of them appeared to be injured, but they were all scared and agitated, save one. He stood apart, scanning the skyline.

  Out in town and on rare family vacations outside Sky City, Keera had seen Roughs. The Roughs did all the manual labor in society. They rode the sanitation trucks, tended farm animals and worked in slaughterhouses outside the city. Roughs painted houses, mowed the lawns, and did any work that was dirty, hot, smelly or backbreaking. Rough men were coarsely built, with heavy-boned bodies and large muscles. Their stature varied from medium to medium-tall. The few times Keera heard them talk amongst themselves, which in itself was rare, she'd discovered they had deep bass voices. Mostly they grunted to each other or made hand signals. They were not gelded at age twelve, and their sex organs were kept intact to keep testosterone and its accompanying strength pumping through their systems. Their sexuality was held in check by microchips implanted in them before the onset of puberty. FemGov's breeding restrictions only allowed them scant rutting with Drone females in the Regional Rough Fertility houses, under strict conditions and with yearly quotas. FemGov leaders made sure of that. They felt the world did not need too many Roughs.

  Keera was not used to their coloration and always stared when she saw one, as she did now. Their darker skin color and black hair frightened her. She was golden-haired and everyone in her home was the same. All the inhabitants of Sky City were fair-skinned blondes or redheads and tended to avoid the sun. Truthfully, she never gave much thought to the Roughs, how they lived, or how they bred. They were no more to her than machines, built to be used and replaced.

  Keera finished her last flight of stairs and ran across the street to them, staggering with her clumsy boots on the uneven ground. The Roughs were just milling around the lot, looking as confused as she felt.

  The air smelled of scorched synthetic building materials. Sky City was completely built of recycled materials. The houses, sidewalks, and even the paved streets had once been something else. Trees, shrubs, and lawns were not as they seemed. Artificial smells were applied to them so they would smell like fescue grass, oak, cedar, and honeysuckle. Any pleasant smell that was desired was now available in a can, strip or bottle.

  Keera suddenly found herself surrounded by the crowd of Roughs. Seven men encircled her, sniffing wetly as wolves do. She stood stiffly in her castoff clothes, warily watching them. She knew she was at their mercy.

  Behind her, the street fissure grew, this time with a groaning sound. Tons of macadam ripped apart at the seams. Keera jumped forward as the ground humped and heaved in agony.

  She ended up falling at the feet of the lead Rough. At least she thought he was the leader, for he seemed to have a different stance than the rest. Her robe fell open and her soft pink breasts were exposed for the men to see. The flimsy top, so beautiful in the Pleasure Palace, was now a useless rag.

  Each of the men stood still and spread their legs wide as wolves would do before mounting a female wolf in heat. From her Awakening training, Keera knew they were quickly and fully erect with lust. She might not know much, but this much she knew about men. She didn't like the thought of a pack orgy with the Roughs taking turns passing her around, with her on all fours. Her Awakening Day was supposed to be one of pleasure, not pain and humiliation.

  The lead Rough lunged forward nimbly and jerked her up by the arm. The contained force of it took her breath away. She had no idea that a man's arms had such strength. He wore a soft, sleeveless leather tunic, fawn in color and belted around his waist. Keera couldn't believe the size of his biceps, let alone his arms. They were massive, almost frightening. If his arms are like this, what is the rest of his body like? Though none of them had facial hair, their arms were covered in soft, dark fuzz.

  "Cover yourself. Pull the belt around you.” His voice shocked her. It wasn't guttural or growling as she imagined it would be. Instead, his tone was forceful and sexy. He stared at her, and then cast his eyes to the six other Roughs. He pulled his lips back in a sort of feral snarl.

  Her tender nipples brushed against his tunic. The unexpected dangers and noises added to her sexually-charged body. Her brain felt like screaming. Everything had been programmed to happen today—breeding, the cessation of hormonal doping, the loss of virginity, and the wet orgasm that FemGov had promised her. Now everything had gone horribly wrong.

  Some of the Roughs began to circle again, openly lifting their noses and sniffing Keera's flowing virginal pheromones. The leader turned his head from side to side, sweeping the area. He kept his eyes trained both on the other Roughs and the emergency responder personnel who were now coming into the industrial area. Keera knew the law forbade any Roughs to have physical contact with a Sky City woman, so normally this would have been a potentially explosive situation. She could see their flaring nostrils and knew they were inhaling her perfume. She knew the emergency crews carried binoculars, so perhaps they might come to her aid soon.

  As she struggled to retie her robe, the Rough stepped in front of her, shielding her from the emergency crews. Keera felt her body sweating and knew it was from the sheer terror she had just experienced. What worried her more was what lay ahead. She turned her back and was now buttock to buttock with the leader. She straightened her robe and breathed a sigh of relief. She had always heard that the Roughs were
a crude and violent race of people, but she had no choice in this dangerous situation except to stay with them. At least, she would soon be reunited with her family. This comet business would soon be cleared up, the fires put out and everything back to normal in a few days’ time.

  "Who are you? What name do you go by?” she asked the leader. Her breathing had calmed down somewhat where she felt she could communicate with him in a civil manner.

  "Am Seljuk."

  "I am..."

  "You Keera. I know.” He turned halfway to face her.

  "How do you know?” She looked quizzically at him.

  "I Nodrahh's brother."

  Hearing that name clicked something in Keera's mind. Before her Awakening Ceremony last year, Suh-Rah actually had a real boyfriend. Her mother would have killed her if she knew, but Keera knew and was sworn to secrecy. Suh-Rah's boyfriend, Nodrahh, was a young Rough with a recycled and malfunctioning microchip. Suh-Rah would sneak out to meet him after dark. They had gotten to know each other when he was doing lawn work for the family. She had told Keera they hadn't mated yet, though they were both eager to. Suh-Rah had always been disobedient, and had either hidden or thrown away the daily hormones she was supposed to be taking. This made the lust level between her and Nodrahh even higher. The only thing that held them back was Suh-Rah's fear of her mother finding out. Nodrahh was not gelded and Suh-Rah could have been with child quickly. This wouldn't have been allowed in Sky City, as there were no facilities for mixed race children.

  But after Suh-Rah's Awakening Ceremony, she suddenly turned cold toward Nodrahh and told him they could no longer meet, even innocently. If she continued a relationship with him, she would not be in the ruling class. She would be delegated to Female Worker Class. Though Worker Class was not bad, she would never climb her way out of it. She would be doomed to a life of drudgery, doing house cleaning, laundry, cooking and childcare for the rest of FemGov's upper echelon. The Sky City caste system was strict and unforgiving.