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- Dec 20, 2009
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.
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.