[SS and Russ] In The Future

It was the year 2200 and Essie's coming of age. That meant that she was about to be partnered with a stranger so they could mate and create more children for the military to test at the age of ten and discover whether they'd produced military kids or slave kids. It was all to do with health and fitness, and at the age of ten Essie had found out that she was the weaker twin. Her health was good, but she wasn't physically fit. Her brother had being both, and had also been smart. But then again her parents had invested more time in her brother and making sure he was up to military standards because he was male. 90% of the time females went into slavery and the males went to the military. Sometimes it was the other way round, but it wasn't all that common.

And when the females in slavery hit eighteen, they were partnered with a male to make children. Some got harsh men, some got kind. It was hard to say who you'd get. The way the system worked was a computer based random generator had all the names of the female slaves that turned eighteen that day, and a list of the men that were available to mate with. Sometimes not all women were partnered with a mate, the longer after eighteen you weren't partnered, the less chance you had of being partnered at all. There were generally more women than men and if you hit 21 without getting a partner, then you were left to work in slavery for the rest of time as your ripeness had apparently passed.

Today Essie was picked. And today it was more than likely she'd find a mate. She'd heard that 100 females were up for selection today, and with that 100, there were 62 males. She didn't know how many females had just turned eighteen, but it was more likely that the ones closest to 18 were picked first by the generator, and then if there were any males left for that days selection then the ones that were older would be selected once all the younger ones were gone. Essie just prayed that she got someone nice.

She'd made a few friends in the slave section. One of them called Jade, the same age as her. She was also up for selection. "Good luck, Essie. You excited?" She asked.

"Nervous." Essie told her friend.

"Don't be. I can't wait to be partnered." Her friend spoke.

"You might be ready for all this, but I don't know if I am." She admitted.

"Well you have no choice, but hope that you get a good man."

Essie nodded and the girls parted way for the time being. They were called into the slave canteen once the other slaves had finished eating and gone to work for the day. It was where you were assigned a number before waiting to go through to the auditorium where the generator would begin. Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting but was more like an hour, they were led out of the canteen and down to the auditorium and onto the stage. There were a number of men sitting, obviously the ones waiting to get a mate. Essie stood uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot. Her long red hair fell down her back freely and her green eyes stared at the ground. Normally the slaves didn't look all that clean, but the day before their mating arrangements they were pampered and cleaned, made to look like goddesses. Now Essie stood with a white dress on, that was designed to show off her body. It was v-necked, showing her cleavage of her 36c breasts, and clinging to her hourglass figure of her 5'6 frame. She was healthy looking, with meat to her bones and had milky white skin. Someone had told her that she'd probably be the most wanted today, that all eyes would be on her. She wasn't sure if that was true though.

Finally the computer started calling the numbers of the females.

"Number 58." The electronic voice stated.

The girl that had been assigned that number stepped forward. Essie looked down at her number 29. The computer then spoke again, calling out a name of a military person.

"Mark Anderson." The electronic voice boomed.

The soldier who it was stood up and walked up onto the stage to claim his mate before leaving to the right with her. Jade was called not long later - number 8 and seemed to be happy with her partner as she smiled at Essie and left with her man. This continued until finally she heard her number called - 29. Slowly and quietly, as well as nervously, Essie stepped forward and waited to see who was assigned to be her mate. She looked over the crowd of men quietly while the names flashed up on screen randomly until it stopped on one name which was called out.

The electronic voice of the computer boomed again. "Russell Green."

He stepped forward with almost a sigh, having not laid eyes on his new partner yet. He walked up to the stage and with military precision and marched towards the centre of the stage. When he finally stood to attention in the middle of the stage he looked over his mate. His jaw drops slightly. Most girls in the system were small and boney. This girl definitely was not.

Dressed from head to toe in his black military gear, Russell was taller than the girl at around six foot. His body toned from a lifetime in the Military, he was a little over twenty years old, which was odd and for reasons unknown thus far.

"Hey.." he stammers.. shocked at the beauty and shapely body in front of him. "Uhm.. Shall we..?" he outstretches his hand to guide her off of the stage.

The life with his new mate was about to start now, and it wasn't going to be what would be considered the conventional way of the 22nd century.

Essie obediently took his hand like she'd been trained to. She was trained to listen to her mate, to do exactly what he said without question, answer whatever questions he may have straight away and honestly. Lies resulted in punishment. And most importantly - mate when he wanted to mate. You had no choice in the matter. It was that simple.

She quietly walked off the stage with Russell and the next girl was called. They moved into another room with tables where the paperwork was set up to officially make them mates and to give them the keys to their new apartment.

The mating apartments had two bedrooms, one for them and one for the children. They would have two children there and when the third was on it's way, they would be moved. They then had a bathroom and toilet, a kitchen and a living area. It would be shown to them once there. Better than what Essie had ever had in slave quarters where she had shared accommodation and shared a room with 10 other girls.

Once the paperwork was completely, they were shown out and told the building name and number, and directions so that Russell could take his mate away to presumably mate with.

He had said very little during the signing of their paperwork, almost seeming apprehensive but trying to hide it. Those males who renounced the mating system had no place in modern society, taken away and thrusted into male slavery and treated worse than old female slaves.

They both signed the paperwork and were declared male and mate. Russell took the keys that were offered to him and looked at the building name and number. "Orwell, 426." Although the military quarters weren't as crowded as the slave quarters, he would be happy for the extra space a mater quarters would give.

He was an educated man, coming from a wealthy background which allowed him certain liberties but wasn't one to push them very far. He had many things that other men could only dream of and wondered if he was going to let his new mate into that life.

He looks down on the paperwork, searching for the name of his mate. "Essie..? That's a pretty name.." he says with a smile, turning towards her and looking over her face, realising that he is falling for her flowing red hair and beautiful green eyes quicker than a normal man -especially him with his beliefs- should.

Nice thread. Essie nodded and the girls parted way for the time being. I finally got some time to play . This got out control so this update now.


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Essie thanked Russel before falling silent again. She had no idea exactly how to act incase she did something wrong. She didn't want to be punished.

When they arrived at the apartment Essie was amazed, though she tried to keep it hidden. She only had one bag, which was now in the bedroom. Someone having brought it there along with Russell's things to.

Unsure as to exactly what to do next, Essie looked at Russell. "Should I prepare to mate?"

He was shocked at the question, not really sure how to answer, trying to mouth a response but not being able to come up with anything suitable.

His parents were very wealthy, the slaves that served his family were always treated well. Up until the age of ten he was allowed to play with the children of their slaves and had always had an affection for those that were thrust into slavery.

He drops his bags down on the floor and turns to his new mate, looking down her almost perfect figure then back up to her gorgeous green eyes "Uhm.. Do you want to..?" He says in an affectionate voice.