Free Breeding Wife by Mister Average Page A

her
country, those babies having been taken away from her after
childbirth and reared firstly by feeding mothers and then educated
through a government sponsored system where all children were
treated equally. The mothers would never know their children; the
children would never be told who their parents were.
    Now she was preparing to be sent to the
breeding camps again and her new husband had to face up to the
torment of this for the first time.
    Ingrid had been through it all, she was numb
to the experience, but Sven had only been through this from the
stud perspective, never from the husband of a breeding girl point
of view.
    Like all eligible males, Sven spent two weeks
each year at the breeding camps attempting to inseminate the women
presented to him. He would screw a different woman every day,
pumping his sperm into each one, trying to make as many of them
pregnant as possible. He would never know if he was successful or
not.
    It had to be like this, their country of ten
million people in 2070 had been reduced to a nation of only half a
million people in 2090, far below the number needed to function
healthily.
    Most of them understood and accepted the
equation, and then went along and did what was required of
them.
    For Ingrid, she always found it to be a very
mentally exciting time as the process of getting pregnant was so
ribald, so depraved, so disgusting – and she loved it, every minute
of it.
    And Sven would know exactly what would happen
to her, he had been down this path every year and had his turn on
numerous women. She didn’t mind, but she wondered about his state
of mind now that her time had come.
    It was her fertile time of the month; she had
just turned 26 years of age, now she had to go off to the breeding
camp. Silently, she packed her bags and prepared herself for a
teary farewell to Sven.
    Whilst she would be screwed endlessly over
the week, they would keep her at the camp until they confirmed she
had become pregnant. If she failed, she would be kept at the camp
for another month; women were kept for up to three months. If they
still failed to become pregnant then tests were performed on them
to confirm their ability to conceive.
    Thankfully, Sven had been able to coordinate
his time at the camp during her absence although, of course, he
would be rotated so that he was never at the same camp as
Ingrid.
    That night they made love to each other, but
it lacked the usual conviction, they both had other thoughts on
their minds.
    The next morning they would catch the subway
train to the Breeding Camp registration office.
     
    BREEDING CAMP

    Ingrid and Sven were up early, made all the
necessary arrangements for their home and then caught the subway.
They sat in silence as the train shot through the underground
tunnels to the city. They walked together to the large building and
then separated in the foyer as Ingrid was ushered into the
reception area for women.
    Ingrid walked into the room and up to the
counter where she was ticked off the register and given a number.
She was told her train would be leaving from the basement in half
an hour. Ingrid walked solemnly, following the others who were
making their way down the stairs to the lower level.
    It was summer, most of the women were wearing
light dresses, most of them were tanned and looking very
healthy.
    Ingrid stepped down onto the platform and
waited. Soon a train would be there to take them to the country
retreat where she would spend the next few weeks.
    As she sat there waiting, she reflected on
the time ahead. She wondered how Sven would see this. She wondered
how he felt screwing a different woman every day. She knew how much
men loved sex, but there was no conquest involved, the women just
laid there spread wide open for the men to inseminate them. Did he
find that exiting enough?
    The train sped into the subway station and
stopped. It was a dedicated train; no other passengers would be
getting on at other stops. The next time it stopped would