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hanes_el
04-14-2007, 01:40 AM
This is something new that I thought I would try while I'm stuck in writer's block on Kalla (have the idea's, just can't figure out how to convey them).

I'm sorry if this is a little long but I wanted to get all the technical's covered in the first chapter allowing me to get to the action by the second.

And no, I could not think of a better first sentence, I'm sorry about that too.

As always, good and harsh feedback is greatly appreciated.


The Fertility Project

Chapter 1

Sara ran and ran and ran. Squeezing her dead child underneath her arms, she darted as far as she could; through the forests, over the plains. She slept little, ate little, and hoped to live more little. The infant, now several days dead in her grip, huddled pressed into its mother’s chest.

Dusk was breaking in. This had been the farthest by a long shot Sara had ever ventured from the community. This was in fact, the farthest anyone had traveled. Day and night flickered by in a quarter the time, her body worked at maximum efficiency, something lingering beneath the skin drove her beyond her human limits. The new planet was dangerous; Sara was disappointedly surprised that she had survived this far. She wanted to die, her life was one of ultimate shame.

Dusk faded darker. Sara stopped cold in her tracks as she reached the skirt of the forest; she dropped her lifeless infant daughter to the ground. With incredulous childlike steps, she walked from the rim of trees. Her heart didn’t know whether to beat insanely or to just stop dead. From atop the hill she stood, Sara stared down into the distant plains. From the books she was taught from, it resembled a beautiful borealis, but on the surface of the planet.

Brilliant colored lights sparked and flared across the land. The clouds above her reflected the glow over the entire black horizon. Distant thunderous roars and cries filled the chilling electric air. Sara stared down. There was movement in the farthest distance. What would possibly live in a place like that? What were those strange creatures down there, amidst all those terrifying lights and noises?

A gigantic white flare exploded across the land, burning the horizon in light.

PEOPLE! They were people! There were houses too; a whole city. There was never any knowledge of natives on this planet.

In the flare, Sara now could make out where the lights were coming from. Amidst the center of the city stood an outstandingly majestic building, one which looked about to crumble from the stresses of the lights. From her studies of spaceships, Sara assumed such a building to be a power containment structure.

“Sara,” a harsh whispered voice stung out. Sara jumped.

“Sara,” it stung again.

Sara trailed her sight down the hill to her left. In the glow of the neon lights, Sara could make out a human figure laying on the ground. A woman! A woman who knew her! Sara ran down to her. Did her people send a search party for her. She reached the woman and dropped to her knees. She was hurt.

“Take him,” the woman said. Sara didn’t comprehend her words. She just saw the woman offering her a baby.

“My people, dying from our own ignorance, please take, raise him. I sensed you coming, your deep state of emotion; I led you here. He’s just a few days old, will live through our faults.” The woman was weakening, her voice failing. Her dry words spoke in Sara’s language as if had she had only just learned them. “Nowhere on this planet our people can hide, our power rises from the ground itself. He has yet to attain power; can still live through this error. He will be weak, with no training, but, he will live, with you, wherever you came from. He can live as one of you.”

Sara seeing the baby outstretched to her hands, breathing so gently in sleep, knelt in the upmost confusion.

“Take him, run, do not look back, treat him as you would you own precious lost one. Please, do not let my baby die with me.”

A ribbon of bright green light reached from the city growing ever longer to Sara. Sara turned to its brilliant illumination.

“Take him now!” the woman screamed.

Sara saw the light traveling straight towards the woman and baby. Instinctively she grabbed the outstretched baby and rolled away from the woman. The babies cries awoke from the motion and Sara in her most curious state, turned to watch the woman. The baby stared into its mother’s eyes as the ribbon of green light erupted her body into popping blisters. The woman screamed in horrible pain, screamed for Sara to run, screamed for her to cover her child’s eyes.

----- - --

Sara ran all night. She had to get back home. She was scared. She was beginning to suffer from malnutrition. The baby would suffer soon as well. Although before, she hadn’t officially taken the time to care for herself in her long distant run to death.

Morning broke before Sara’s head began to clear. She had run away to die with her child. She was twenty years old and had finally had her first child. She was shunned for it. It was her last year to produce a child or she would be dropped from the school and sent to the plantations.

Sara had been accepted at sixteen years into Alimea’s Private University. Sixteen was the age all girls began their secondary education. Alimea’s was a small university on a modest budget. There were eight private universities and five public ones. Alimea’s was the second worst of the private ones, but still above all the public ones.

Four years at a university and no child was something no girl ever dared think about. Universities existed for two purposes, expansion of knowledge, and expansion of population. Sara had finally become pregnant. She was an explorer at soul though, and in exploring, she fell into labor. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl under a tree, four hours away from the community. The baby last breathed two hours away.

A boy! Sara remembered the woman telling her to take ‘him’. The woman clearly had no idea of her people; if she did, she would see it better that the baby died with her. Life as a male in her community was not a life, it was slavery of the worst kind.

Sara bent down and sat the silent baby on the ground. She undid the strange garments that covered the infant and indeed found the small male reproductive organ. She let out a sigh as the realization came over her - she had just saved this newborn from an instant death to live out decades of slavery.

She picked the baby boy back up leaving his strange garments behind and curled him in her shirt. She thought it best not to tell of his true coming. Her people were not ready for that. And a bit more selfishly, she wouldn’t be an outcast. She horrified her own self when she even thought of how she would be almost a hero, a host to a male. The University would definitely extend her stay, most probably with a full scholarship.

As horrifyingly sadistic as it was, the thought was quickly suppressed. Several days went by with only the agony of her bringing this new child into a land of necessary evil. She only wished it would have been a girl. She wished and wished.

Countless days went by. Sara knew how to get back home from the stars and the sun. Why was it taking so long? Had this child’s mother done something to her when she sensed her approach. Were the disoriented days and nights not of malnutrition, but of some other source. Had she really moved so fast, guided to that spot in record time for the sole purpose of protecting that child.

Sara stopped instantly. She had not been around newborns often, maybe twice in her life, but when she had been, they cried, a lot. This one was silent. In her endless days of traveling, she interacted and grew with the child but not once did she hear it cry. Not after she first grabbed it. Not after she froze still, watching the child’s mother boil alive in front of her. Not after the child watched the same thing.

----- - --

The baby was nearing a month old when it and the ragged adoption mom walked into a out-skirting town. Marching day and night on little more than fruits and nuts, she was not a sight. Sara saw the women in the streets cry out in horror as they saw her half dead body holding a slightly moving infant in her shirt. All Sara could think of was how she wished with all her might that the baby was a girl. The small child in her arms shifted silently about in her loving grip, it’s sole reason of survival in its past month of life.

Countless woman raced to Sara. They grabbed the infant from her arms and began carrying both of them to the local hospital.

“What’s her name?” a woman asked looking down to the child.

Sara looked up startled. She peaked up over the shoulder of the woman holding the infant. It was a girl. She couldn’t understand. She thought all the way back through the journey; she knew it was a boy. But its mother; its mother said it had powers; who were those people.

“Jaden, her name is Jaden,” she uttered. A name fit for a boy and a girl she thought.

----- - --

Sara was dropped from the University for child endangerment and went to live with her mother. She knew that that she could not keep Jaden’s secret only to herself and finally convinced her mother of the spectacular story through Jaden’s constantly changing genders. As Sara’s fear of Jaden’s discovery cooled, Jaden stopped masking into a girl. Sara and her mother fought diligently to hide his true identity.

It was easy enough for a young, prepubescent boy. He looked well enough like an odd young girl and was declared mute, he never did talked. The doctors attributed ‘her’ muteness to her first month alive in the wilderness. Sara and her mother though sometimes thought they could hear his mumbled talking through his bedroom door when he was alone.

Jaden attended school just as all the other girls did. He was educated as a girl and in so, received all the knowledge the future generations needed to thrive.

It was year 193; Jaden was six. It was then when he learned why he had to pretend to be a girl.

Year 0 was when the settlers landed. A rough landing after losing course and breaking from their fleet. As a single carrier ship in a Colonial Fleet, only humans and few supplies were aboard. Lost in space, this uncharted planet was an unparalleled gift to the deep space scanners. Through a terribly rough landing and a skim of the atmosphere, the surviving settlers banded together to stay alive on the planet believed to be void of intelligent life.

The Fertility Doctrine was set enacted as the only means of survival. No rescue would be expected for hundreds, possibly thousands of years at the absolute earliest, even then, it would probably be by mere chance of a unsuspecting passerby. Mass reproduction was the only way to survive. It was also their job as colonists, even if this was not the intended planet.

The ship soon ran out of power and was abandoned. The native food supply was believed to be altering fertility. Males were being born at a ratio of one to every fifteen females; each generation worsened the gap. Most of the scientific equipment had been expended on the first generation. No short-ranged study could be conducted to study the food and the few males among the masses of females began using their new power of reproduction to gain total control of the population.

Males began fighting males for power. Men died. Baby boys were killed if they were born from an opposing male. The females rebelled.

Every human male was jailed, separated, and sold to the rising secondary schools. Males became slaves of reproduction. Higher universities locked the males away and extracted their semen and artificially inseminated the females. Lower ones chained the males to beds and let the females use them after classes.

Females quickly became fond of the latter. Male companionship after a hard day of studies seemed more fun than being artificially inseminated and sent on your way to the dormitories.

Male babies became property of the University when born. Sometimes they were kept, sometimes auctioned off. They were educated only enough to determine their potential IQ. A small university raising a child with a high potential IQ could make quite a lot of money selling him to a more prestigious school. Furthermore, if one male produced several boy children in his time, such a school could become prosperous selling the children or even wealthier selling the fertile father.

The history of male suppression was bad enough to Jaden. But Jaden learned even more from his classmates and their views on males. Even at six, his fellow female classmates talked about males as ragdolls and toys their older sisters played with in leisure.

Sara was one of the few females who did sympathize with males though. She herself did once view males as such, but she as well as all girls, do acquire some respect for them. The University forced that much on them. They were property, and one would be severely punished for breaking such property, psychologically or physically.

----- - --

Jaden was thirteen when he had to stop attending school. The girl’s all around him were beginning to mature. Jaden was no different. His maturing though was the opposite of the girls around him.

Sara and her mother knew that they could not hide Jaden forever. And Jaden showed no miraculous powers as he did a month after he was born. Sara’s frightening plan had to now come into play.

She pulled Jaden from school and left with him away from the community. Her mother stayed behind to cover them as long as they needed. The school immediately reported the abduction. Jaden was the top of his class in grades and he was repeatedly scolded for it by Sara. She told him that he was bringing too much attention to himself. Jaden said that he tried everything, but in the end, he learned everything too easily and it was too hard to be average.

Sara wanted desperately to bring Jaden back to his home and they two either live alone in the city or with anyone who might have survived. Jaden though refused to go. He knew the way, it was in his blood. Sara was unsure but knew she had a lifetime to explore in exile. Ultimately, the two lived in solitude just a few miles out of the community.

----- - --

Jaden was seventeen and was no less a man than an experienced warrior. The two quickly found out first hand why the community only stretched so far. Wild animals a plenty roamed free past the fences protecting it. At first, Jaden reacted with a miraculous instinct to save his mother Sara from a jaguar and kill it. In time though, as he grew both physically and psychologically, he relied more on his mind and body to fight and lost his powers.

Sara did tell him every now and then that he was subconsciously always using his powers. That was how he developed so fast. Beyond that, for the muscles he displayed, his physical strength proved much greater. Taking on a bob cat with his lone body as a weapon was unheard of for any male to her from any textbook she had studied.

Jaden was also as swift as the wind. He was an amazing runner and frequently scared his mother with the stories his new scars told about on exploration. She fretted most of his journeys to the community where he would spy from a distance on the woman. She knew he did it, for he always held a gleam of shame in his eyes when he returned. Sara tried her hardest but knew from his growing discomforts, she could not keep a teenage boy away from a community of thousands of women.

She was most scared of him singling out one female. In that, she knew from history, males make their biggest faults in life. Jaden’s would be his capture she thought. She sometimes laughed though at the sight of anybody trying to capture Jaden; he was a ghost when he wanted and a ferocious lion as he wished. His body was laden with the scars to prove his battles won.

Jaden was following in the treetops this particular day a group of eleven year old girls on a field trip. They were following two teachers outside the fenced area. The group of girls were huddled tightly together; they knew what dangers lurked beyond the borders. Beyond the fence though were experiences that every girl needed to know: fear, respect, and a sense of home, regards Jaden’s mother never cared for. They always stayed in sight of the tall wooden staked fence.

A strange bird sounded in the treetops. Jaden could mimic any animal he had heard just once. The girls squeezed together. One girl though looked up. Jaden saw her looking at him and an immediate surge of adrenaline pumped through his body. Was he caught? He vanished into the air. The little girl gasped at the sight of a half naked man in the tree above her disappear like a ghost.

He had learned a little while back that he could access his powers when he felt extreme emotions. He loved the feeling. He knew all too well the dangers of being caught.

Jaden froze. They weren’t alone. He listened. Waited. He then heard it again. A jaguar was casing the pack of girls. No one else had apparently heard it. The two teachers walked on with their bows hung over their shoulders. Jaguars never came this close to the fence. Had it followed him and then picked up the girls’ scent.

The jaguar was too close to the girls to lure it away. By the time an alarm would be raised and support be given, a few lives would be lost. The conditions were pumping amazing pressure into his heart. Leave and maintain cover, or help, and be forever known. The jaguar stopped lurking. He was ready to sprint. Jaden could not see his own wellbeing more valuable than even one of those girl’s lives.

Like the wind, he dropped through the trees to the ground. The jaguar broke into sprint. It’s feet thumping is all one could hear. At least someone heard. A young girl turned and screamed insanely seeing the gigantic cat sprinting at them, saliva trailing from its mouth with its eye’s focusing on its meal. The girl’s high pitched scream exploded through the forest scaring all other life silent.

Following suit, every other girl turned and mimicked the blaring pitch with incredible echo. Before the two instructors could draw their bows, Jaden blew through a bush, slamming the jaguar to the side. He rolled with the animal for several seconds. The giant cat attempted to bite him but he pushed his palm into its mouth and slammed the jaw bone to the side ripping it out of place.

Jaden pulled his hand from the mouth, sliding the lodged tooth out of his palm, and twisted the cat’s neck. Two snaps and the animal laid lifeless.

He stood up to look at the group of girls and found two arrows set in bows, facing his chest. He was scared of nothing. Standing twenty feet from them in animal skin pants and moccasins, Jaden knew even if he was shot by the arrows, even if he decided not to dodge them, he could still run. He knew pain. But opposite of his thoughts, the two instructors lowered their arrows. They were deeply intrigued.

Never in nearly one hundred and fifty years did a man look so defined and experienced. Jaden saw their fascination and slowly walked to them. The group of young girls stared in the most amazing awe at him. Girls at such a young age had generally never even seen a real live male. They had only seen pictures of men in books, mostly scrawny, some were of men they were to grow up and defile in a University.

Standing next to the group of girls and their instructors, Jaden waited. Would they make contact with him. He was virtually mute. He wasn’t going to talk. All the females stared at him in all his glory. One young girl stepped forward to grab his bleeding hand when an arrow struck Jaden’s back. Jaden tensed. Another arrow slammed and dug itself into his back. Poison! He hadn’t thought about that.

Jaden fell before the girls to the ground unconscious. The girls began screaming as he fell to his knees, then face first to the dirt below with two arrows lodged inside him. Two archers stepped out from the trees. Sent to investigate the horrific screams heard earlier, they had neutralized any immediate threat they found.

badlybent
04-14-2007, 03:22 AM
You don't have to aplogize for taking time to set up a story. This sounds quite mythical and I'm sure it's going to be great.

There isn't anything wrong with your opening sentence either. It does exactly what a hook is supposed to do, create some question in the readers mind that he is willing to continue to read in order to find the answer to. It may not even be a consious question, just a feeling, an itch that needs to be scratched Who wouldn't want to know why is she running? What's she running from or to. Then there are the questions about the dead baby. How did it die, is it her's, why is she carry a dead baby? So it's a good start.

You resolved that conflict quickly by answering the questions then replaced it with the next one, the long term one. What is to be the fate of the baby in this new culture? Of course we sense that he has a special mission and that his powers are somehow tied into it. So we want know what it is and how his powers will aid him. Now of course he has to go through trials and tribulatiions and we hope he will prevail and take the side of good and defeat the evil.

So at this point those are my expectatons as a reader from the way you're set up. It has the classical opening of a hero's journey myth and is very professionally done. Good job.

Now my personal question is did you plan all that or just write what came to you? I look forward to more episodes.

davesmistress
04-14-2007, 05:35 AM
Thanks hanes_el.....as always a great first chapter that keeps you waiting for more....

hanes_el
04-14-2007, 06:06 AM
Thanks so much for the feedback badlybent and davesmistress.

To answer your question badlybent, I planned very little of it, just mainly the very outlying plot (more than I can say for my Noc series which I just did chapter by chapter). All I basically knew for this chapter was that I had to put a young male into a culture of male slavery. That male had to be virtually untarnished from that brutal way of life. Beyond those, everything else was improv to make them happen.

There is though one small 'guideline' the story follows but it holds little to no bearing on the actual story so I don't see it counting, its also a secret.

Suthernlady
04-16-2007, 05:33 AM
Off to a wonderful start! Thanks....

hanes_el
04-26-2007, 03:50 PM
Comments and critisms are greatly appreciated; that is if you want me to get better.


The Fertility Project
Chapter 2 ----------

Waking up tied heavily to a bed was not good in Jaden’s mind. Three thick ropes held each ankle and each wrist into place a few hand lengths from massive wooden stumps. Alone in a room with four armed female guards told him that they must have heard about his single handed fight with the jaguar.

From the way he was brought down, he felt that apparently he was among some very confident women. Firing poisoned arrows into his back was a very big risk. Missing his back could have potentially lodged one of them into a girl’s face. He had felt the arrows coming, but for that very reason, he did not move. Had he known they were poisoned, he would have put on more of a show and pounced on the girls to push them down. From there though, he would’ve probably been taken down at point blank range from the two instructors.

He didn’t even try to struggle free. If he did get free, he would just be shot again in the room and then tied down even more. Without struggling, he could at least feign hope of gaining freedom later.

Word spread very quickly across the entire community of an unknown male being captured. Massive controversy arose all over. Who was he? Where did he come from?

The leaders of the community did not want him imprisoned, they wanted him free. They thought of him as a native to the planet and sought possible peace and trade. He had only been brought to the community after saving a group of eleven year olds. Now he was in prison, healing from two arrow wounds, almost too well they thought. The leaders were very slow and hushed in this deliberation though.

Rumors among the community spread fast in all types of stories. Many included the ultimate death of the new man to cover up his existence. Only a select few souls of the several hundred thousand women had even seen him, it was quickly becoming a myth. Such an event was unheard-of.

The rumors leading to his death shocked Sara’s mom out of her shell. She collapsed her lies and to save his life, she confessed much of the truth to the council. He was her daughter’s child. The one named Jaden, who disappeared just as he began developing.

The shrouded life of Jaden’s childhood from ‘her’ over-protective mother on top the lack of reliable memory in the few people who had actually seen Jaden naked as an infant, supported the theory. Jaden was questioned and tested time after time. The theory was quickly becoming a fact. Things began adding under Jaden’s mute reactions to names and information only someone like him would know. And it wasn’t good.

Alimea’s Private University pounced on this new fact and immediately claimed Jaden as their property. Their student had given birth to him while under their care. The council saw him as a tremendous threat; too strong, too smart. He was taught as a first class citizen and was trained in the jungle to survive; now they were to expect him to be tied to a bed all day and be used by savage teenage girls.

Alimea’s saw his body and IQ as a poster to invite the richest of people into their establishment. He would need breaking in, but he would be the most valuable man on the planet.

----- - --

Alimea’s saw fit only one test needed to pass Jaden as fresh meat for the young eager girls. For six days, with his naked body tied to the bed, they prodded and tortured him. Jaden had struggled with all his might to get free. They were playing with him. He had never in his entire life been so insulted.

He admitted to himself that maybe this life wouldn’t be too bad though, having sex all day, every day, with scores of desperate girls, all bound to get pregnant; it couldn’t be so bad. Maybe like the other men, eventually, he would be set free to live in the cabin he now occupied. After breaking in, all sexual subjects were permitted to live more freely inside their cabin and to maintain themselves rather than by keepers, usually the faculty.

Living freer though still wasn’t much; he had heard from his mother that the only free time they had was in the deepest hours of the night where the men were permitted to sleep unhindered; occasionally, during class hours, one might get some free time.

All hours of the day, there were girls wanting either sex or companionship. Lines would form, and fights would break out. Even the ugliest of males would be raped a few times a day. Many women went to the less attractive solely for companionship since they did hold so small of lines. Though one woman never stayed more than a few hours before booted out by the next.

The six days of insulting torture had passed and Jaden laid next to lifeless on the bed. The ropes held; he couldn’t hurt anyone if he wanted to.

Alimea’s Private University taught eight hundred and seventy sixteen to twenty year olds with countless more older females on scholarships or extended stay; for a smaller private university on a limited budget, they had seven males in commission at any given time. Usually, two to three males were always out of commission receiving medical attention or good behavior leave (locked away in their cabin without being raped all hours of the day).

The greatest thing about males was their ability to produce offspring from puberty to death. Females had only a moderate window before it became too dangerous. Females were taken young, but not too young, and educated in every subject needed to better thrive the community while being expected to produce as many children as possible for the expansion.

Girls who proved very fertile were awarded stay at the university for more years in order to produce more offspring. Girls who produced boys were given scholarships and priority to the males in commission. Males who produced males became higher grade meat. Their sperm samples were sent to the remaining limited technological resource labs, and sometimes they themselves were auctioned off at high prices to more prestigious universities. Sometimes as fundraisers, the males' nights were auctioned off to graduated women in the community.

Not all males belonged to the universities. Private groups began rising, buying and selling males; charging by the hour for older women to attempt a pregnancy. Fertility was highly rewarded in a community of only a few hundred thousand humans among an entire dangerous uncharted planet. But no matter how a woman conceived a boy, it was always property of the establishment owning the father; in accordance to the laws, males could never be private property or obtain freedom.

After a very generous donation to Alimea’s from a well off family, the daughter of them was granted to be the one to devirginize this highest grade meat.

----- - --

Haley walked into Jaden’s bedroom. A thin off-white sheet covered his naked body waist down.

“Oh my goodness, you’re like those warriors in the pictures from other planets. And they said you were only seventeen, that’s the youngest male they’ve had on the menu here for almost fifteen years.”

Jaden stared at her. She wore a short cloth skirt and a small tight top to cover her breasts. Only the middle class and up wore cloth, the poorer wore animal hides. Haley walked over to his side. Slowly, she set her small hand on his chest feeling the grooves between his muscles and scars.

“They said that you were a virgin, that you lived with your mother the whole time you went through puberty. You were never educated on your place in society. Normally guys stop caring about their lives before they’re released to us. You though, you might actually enjoy this.”

Jaden stared at her body intently, she was amazing. Years of sexual drive built up from spying and now he was going to be given freely what he had desired for so long.

“That’s right, you're mute. Well, the guy’s never do talk much with us. I’ve been here almost two years and haven’t produced a child yet; mother and grandmother heard about you and thought instinctively that a man of your type could produce a child from anything. You're more a man than all the males in this university combined, and you’re only the same age as me.”

The two looked at each other keenly. Jaden wanted her so incredibly bad. His eyes had already memorized her entire body; he beamed into her face, pleading for her passion.

“You have a very good sense of expressing yourself for someone who doesn’t talk.” She could strangely almost feel his passion in her mind. “Have you ever seen one of these?” She lifted her skirt up and showed him her shaven vagina. Jaden almost choked at the beauty of it. Indeed, it was the first time he had ever seen what those short skirts always masked from him.

“I can see it is your first. Well, normally they have hair on them, but some girls like to cut it off because this weather generally irritates us.” She was about to explain shaving her legs too but didn’t really know why. It was more a social ideal passed down from generation to generation than anything. She just knew that the girls who chose to go against the norm generally paid for it with massive mocking.

Haley looked down to the mushroomed head poking out the rim of the sheet.

“Circumcised? I wonder how that happened if the doctors never knew you were a boy.” For a person with unusually good memory, Jaden didn’t want to think back to when his mother circumcised him as a baby. She said it was necessary in this society, otherwise he could easily become very sick. After that, he wished himself into a female mask for scores of days, he didn’t think being a male was so great at that time either.

Haley pushed her thumbs down into her skirt and slowly slipped it down her legs. Bending down to push the cloth ring past her ankles to let it drop on the floor, she took in the fresh perspiration from Jaden’s body. His heart was beating manically at the scene. She pulled her small body back up and reached over to remove the sheet from his lower body. Uncovering the battle scars on his legs and hips she looked back up to his face.

“I actually feel guilty for this. You're too innocent. You were raised just like me and now I’m going to be the first to turn your life into the sad ones I see the other men in.”

Jaden stared to her face pleading for her to take him. His body was strewn apart by three thick ropes gripping each of his outstretched appendages. He was glad for it; if he was free, he wouldn’t have known what to do to her to return the favor of what she was about to do to him.

He closed his eyes and sucked in the scent of her body. A small smell of perfume radiated from her skin. With the breeze of her waving hair came the tinge of fresh fruits. This girl’s mother had paid to offer her own daughter’s body to him. Jaden wanted to cry in appreciation.

The mattress shifted a bit as he felt her nimble body crawl over top him. His radiating musk filled the room as he struggled to swallow the excess saliva his tongue was secreting. He opened his eyes and stared at Haley.

“You really do want this. They need to raise all males like you, it makes it so much more intense when you want the sex even more than I do.” She stared pensively into his eyes. “I have never been so horny or felt so much passion in my life. I haven’t even touched your thing yet either. You’ll never get a night's rest when they release you to the rest of the University.”

Haley pulled her arms over her head and tugged on her cloth shirt. Pulling it over her head and dropping her hair through the neck of it, her pert breasts bounced momentarily before Jaden’s eyes. Besides his mother’s, they were the first breasts he had ever seen. They were the greatest two objects he had ever observed in his life.

She dropped the shirt next to the bed and leaned to him, resting her body on her paralleled supporting arms. Jaden had masturbated before to the distant view of the clothed women in the community. With a naked peer hovering above him right then, he was about to die with no release.

Haley set her vaginal bulge down onto Jaden’s abs. He inhaled deeply from the hot tender tissue’s pressure. Haley pushed her hips back, sliding her moist slit over his belly button to the head of his penis.

“Here we go.”

With a steady speed, she drove his penis into her body.

What seemed like ages of agonizing tease exploded into the most incredible feeling he had ever felt in his life. The burning, pulsing walls of her soaking vagina slid over his shaft for second after second after second. It was too much. Never had Jaden experienced so much. He convulsed and as her fatty vaginal bulge pressed against the base of his shaft, he bucked into her body and began streaming spurts of his semen deep inside her body.

Haley gasped in surprise. Hot child producing fluid poured into her vaginal canal. Deep inside her, more and more liquid shot into her womb. She pulled her stomach in with surprise. The feeling was so amazing, so quick, so much. Feeling his cum cake her vaginal cavern, she looked down to Jaden’s eyes. His pupils strung into the top of his head, he was experiencing heaven.

Haley had never pleasured a man so much, she had never really seemed to ever pleasure a man; they just did their job and waited for the next girl to push a pill in their mouth and begin the rape.

Jaden’s eyes pulled back down to Haley’s face and unglazed.

“Well, you’ll have to work on your timing. Most girls will become quite upset if you move that fast. All the other men are trained from puberty to control their bodies to best suit the female.”

Jaden looked away ashamed.

“It’s ok though.” She pulled her body up from his limping organ. “I’ll wait a bit and we’ll give it another shot. Most girls won’t wait though so you should learn quickly or they’ll just push the pill in your mouth and keep going until their finished.”

Jaden wasn’t in the mood for more sex. He just wanted to lay there with Haley on top of him warming his body from the evaporating sweat.

“You won’t bite, will you?”

Jaden shook his head.

Haley gently dropped her body onto his.

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” Normally, she would not ask, but Jaden was not trained and was still dodgy on his submissive nature. Jaden nodded.

Haley pressed her lips to his, her eyes met with his. He could feel her breath on his cheek. It didn’t involve his penis and his mom gave him countless before, but this, this was so good.

Her breasts gently ground themselves into his chest as she shifted her lips all around his mouth. Jaden wished he was free now; now he knew what he wanted to do with his hands. He wanted to massage her entire body, feel every pore, taste every bit.

Jaden could feel his penis growing again. Never had he been so excited before. He bucked his hips a bit to show he was ready again. He wanted to try again. Try to hold longer and make her happy too.

Haley reached down and grabbed at his shaft.

“Hold your orgasm back as long as possible. I don’t know exactly how guys do that but they do so you just have to learn.”

She pushed her hips back down to Jaden’s penis, then stopped as the head just parted her crack.

“I’ve never had a man go twice inside me in one time; maybe more will give me a baby. Maybe a baby boy, like you.” For almost a glimpse of a second, a counter intuitive thought crossed her mind of if she would protect a baby boy as Jaden’s mother protected him or not. What joy she must have had to actually raise a son, with faint hope that it might be free someday like herself.

She drove her passion-filled body onto his thick pulsing pipe. It was his method of transporting hot oppressive fluids inside her body; the hope of new life to spawn inside her and grow from the mixture of their love making session. She didn’t want to push him much further, she tried everything she could think of to push herself to orgasm faster.

Jaden’s penis was in the rolling hills of lubricated pink vaginal tissue. The first girl his age he had seen in years was impaling herself on top of him, ever more panting louder and louder as her eyes squeezed shut. Her small hands gripped his hard chest holding her body angled acutely to his. He stared up in utter amazement as her young breasts bounced up and down with her body.

He pulled at his ropes. He wanted to touch her, hold her, molest her. Haley panted heavily, she was coming close to something. He had never seen a girl like this. Was she about to get that great feeling that he had earlier? He was building up again. He was about to have another one.

“I’m getting close, try to let go when I clamp down on you, it’s good luck.”

How was she going to clamp down? Jaden was confused. She wanted a baby, maybe his powers could help. She wanted a boy. Maybe if he thought hard enough. Haley was groaning, almost screaming. He wanted so much to repay her for this gift. What did she mean by clamp down?

Haley’s pants of breath turned to moans of electric sound waves. Jaden felt her thighs pound and squeezed at his trapped penis. Her body was pulling him inside her. He didn’t have to try to let go. The spasming vaginal walls rolled over the head of his penis and he exploded.

Spew after spew of his reproductive cum pounded into her body. Mixing with his already occupying sperm, the new splattered and meshed with the old. Haley’s womb and vaginal tunnel was a firework show of hot seeding cum spraying about, latching itself to every wall in her cavern.

The boiling liquid seared and melted into her vagina. Her wavelike pounding muscles gushed with lubricant as she squirted her boiling girl cum down his shaft. Her ripped open slit between her legs trickled her female lubrication down onto Jaden’s scrotum.

Haley opened her eyes and dropped to Jaden’s body, smashing her tender breasts into his chest. While gasping for air, she managed to gather all her remaining energy to speak.

“I have a few hours left with you before they clean you up and prepare you for your début tomorrow. We can lie hear now and just kiss or comfort each other. I had a strange feeling that that time was the one. For some reason, I feel like I’m going to get pregnant.”

Jaden hated being tied up. He desperately wanted to wrap her body in his arms, squeeze her into him and never let her go.

davesmistress
04-26-2007, 08:17 PM
Another great episode hanes_el...thanks so much

badlybent
04-26-2007, 09:32 PM
You've been busy. This is a very good story, not just a sex scene. There is one small typo which sticks out only because it's the only one. The first sentence of the second paragraph ends with the word him. I think you mean them. If you like, I'll correct it for you. Looking forward to more adventures.

hanes_el
04-26-2007, 10:02 PM
"From the way he was brought down, he felt that apparently there were some very confident women among him."

I see what you mean and truthfully, I did mean to put "him", but ultimately, it was just a poorly worded sentence. It should read out:

"From the way he was brought down, he felt that apparently, he was among some very confident women."

darkhelmet
04-28-2007, 10:07 AM
love this story make more.

badlybent
04-28-2007, 09:54 PM
See Hanes_El you should become a mod then you can keep the editor open indefinitely and fix things at leisure.

hanes_el
04-28-2007, 10:36 PM
the ability would be nice, but i am still more of an introvert in the people department.

hanes_el
05-09-2007, 03:48 AM
The Fertility Project
Chapter 3 ----------

Maia pounded Jaden’s cock in and out of her ass hole. She was panting heavily. Jaden’s sweat soaked body laid under her, writhing in his constraints. The thick ropes holding him down stretched mercilessly. Driving her butt cheeks down to his legs, she sat still for a second gathering her saliva. She bent forward and smilingly spit in his face. Jaden’s fury shot through every muscle in his body as he tried ripping free. Maia groaned in ecstasy as his almost convulsing state drove his shaft even deeper into her rectum.

“That’s it, show me that fight I hear so much about. God I wish all men were like you. It’s almost like you have a reason to live.” Jaden wasn’t the type to lie back and take something, no matter what, he had to fight. “I heard you got thirteen girls pregnant already, that’s quite a feat for just over half a year. You don’t have to worry about me making you any more famous though, you can put that juice of yours right inside my intestines. I had my period early, but I still have my priority in line since nobody knows, and you can’t tell anybody you poor little baby.” She grabbed and wrenched at his right nipple.

Jaden’s biceps stretched his sun deprived, paling skin. He wanted so badly out of his restraints. He now understood why Haley felt guilty for being the first one in this entourage.

He had only seen her that one day. She never returned. He couldn’t ask about her but he had heard some about her. She herself kept up to date with Jaden and fell more and more into shame about his captivity. Eventually, she was transferred to the other side of campus as she was found pregnant.

Jaden was formally told of Haley’s pregnancy. All the girls that had gotten pregnant from him knew it was from him. They could feel it in their bodies after the sex; they could feel the new life forming. They abstained from further procreation. Few doubts were given to Jaden’s fertility from the girls’ testimonies but only vague blood tests would prove it when the children were born. Haley only had about sixty days left before birth.

Maia began pushing herself up and down over Jaden’s cock as his body hovered over the mattress from his brute strength pulling so hard on the ropes that bound him. Through his growing hatred of these women though, he heard a muffed cry downstairs in the cabin that shocked his heart into instinctive sympathy for some reason; it seemed almost related to the strange feeling he had began suppressing a little while into Maia’s adventure.

----- - --

Emma embarrassingly walked into Jaden’s cabin. In the moderately furnished living room, three older girls were sitting down in waiting. Upon seeing her entry, they all sighed and unwillingly pulled out their cards.

Emma shyly read allowed the alpha-numeric code from her card. They obviously already knew their own order; she would just read it and let them tell her where she belonged.

Before she even finished, all three grumbled. She was next. Even more, she even had special letters in her code which gave her priority to Jaden.

It was Emma’s first month at the University; she was accepted on scholarship for her high grades. She was sixteen, and she was a virgin. Needless to say, she was scared out of her mind. An instructor had recommended Jayden to her, said she would produce a very intelligent child with him; just go into the cabin whenever and wait in line; Jaden always had a line.

Awkwardly walking to a chair opposite of the three girls, Emma’s old animal hide clothing plastered her social class to the room all too well.

“Are you new here?” the tallest girl asked.

“Yeah,” Emma quietly answered. She regretted this already. Why did she pick Jaden? A freshmen going after the highest prized man on campus. He couldn’t even talk and was always tied down; it was her first time. Another man could teach her, show her, prepare her.

“Are you a virgin?” the freckled one laughed, taking in Emma’s innocents. Emma looked to the rugged wooden floor.

“Yeah.”

All three girls laughed.

“You think you’re going to be cool and lose your virginity to Jaden,” the freckled one sneered.

“My instructor just recommended me to him, that’s all.” The words were barely audible to them.

“Well, you’re not going to get your blood on him just before we have a go at him,” said the third and chubbiest one. Emma didn’t like their tone. They were also banding together; were they friends, were they planning on all going to him at once?

“There’s no way I’m letting you get your little sixteen year old virgin blood on his cock before I stick it inside me.”

Emma did not know what to do, she was scared. So far, she had only been treated nicely at school. Although, she did remember stories of girls becoming more aggressive around the men.

A muffled moan sounded from upstairs. Maybe the girl before her was almost done. She just had to hold out a bit longer.

“You still going to stay and wait for Jaden then?” the tall one asked. Emma stared down at the floor, all her mind focused on her hearing, hoping to hear footsteps of the girl before her leaving.

The three girls stood up and walked over to the chairs surrounding Emma.

“You can have Jaden, we don’t mind that, but he’s not going to be the first thing inside you.”

The tall one sat to the left her, the freckled one sat to the right. Emma wanted to cry, she wanted to leave but for some reason, she couldn’t, wouldn’t move. It was like a magnet that kept her there, prevented her from leaving; if she left now, she would never dare to come back.

“You still want to stay; well then, we have to fix one thing first.”

The tall one pulled Emma to the side leaning the terrified girl’s back into her lap. Emma struggled but the chubby one grabbed at her and pushed her down. The freckled girl grabbed Emma’s leg closest to her and pulled onto her lap. She locked Emma’s knee straight with one hand and reached her other to push the young girl’s animal hide skirt up to her belly.

“You don’t even shave,” said the tall one, “you really must like the wild animal look.”

The freckled girl patted her hand into Emma’s bushy pubic hair. Emma regrettably let out a small moan from the touch.

“She likes it,” the chubby one giggled. The freckled one lingered in her pubic hair feeling the small bulge below. Emma’s body gave as she began panting a bit.

“We could make this pretty fun,” she remarked feeling the glow of heat on her hand radiating out of Emma’s slit. Emma moaned in half tears, half pleasure.

All three girls stuck one of their hands onto Emma’s vagina and began rubbing up and down. Emma could not help but release the air from her lungs. The freckled girl then pressed her index and middle finger into the moistening slit. Emma grunted. The chubby one moved off her pubic patch and devoted her attention to the young breasts held back by her small hide shirt.

Tired of leaned over Emma’s body, the tall one sat back up dragging her hand to the breasts pointing up at her. Wanting to feel the nipples in the palm of her hand, she tugged at the shirt. Emma was too scared to move.

As her shirt bumped over her budding breasts down to her stomach, accompanying her skirt, the freckled girl holding her leg began jamming her two fingers in and out of Emma’s body with gaining speed. With three hands massaging her breasts as she lied completely exposed on top of two girls, one driving her fingers into her reproductive organ, Emma was about to explode. Why did she tell herself to wait until she became horny before she decided to try for Jaden?

Moan after moan reverberated from her throat. Her naked body began writhing from the building feeling inside her. The pounding fingers inside her vaginal tunnel while three hands touched and groped every pore of her tiny breasts were adding up fast. She had walked in the cabin wanting sex, and her body now took over what her mind was denying. Her naked molested body was about to detonate, so much attention, so much sensitivity.

Her massive orgasm splashed onto her like a bucket of cold water. Every muscle in her body clamped stiff. Her vagina contracted onto the intruding girl’s fingers and blistered her vaginal juices into them.

“Wow!” The freckled girl feeling her lodged fingers inside an orgasming vagina was in awe of the feeling rushing over her. She was surprised it was such a turn on.

The tallest girl saw the undeniably electric face of an orgasmic high in Emma and immediately reached over and slammed two of her fingers into the trembling vagina. Quickly with amazing force through the convulsing muscles, she slipped and slid her fingers all around her slit. The freckled girl caught on and drove her fingers as well into every extreme directing through Emma’s reproductive organ.

Emma screamed in pain as they ripped away at her thin virgin tissue ring. The two girls dug apart her hymen as she was lost in the ecstasy of orgasm. Emma could feel all the pain. The two conflicting highs in her body did not cancel each other out but instead only magnified each other. With her amazing pleasure, she could feel the outstanding pain of her virginity being ripped to bleeding, shredded folds. All she could do was scream.

Her orgasm quickly flat lined into soreness and pain. Emma laid across the girls crying. The two sets of fingers slid from her vagina covered in blood. It hurt so bad. Why did she stay? Why didn’t she leave and try for a less popular man? She cried.

The tall girl looked to her finger and then to the young exposed, crying girl in her lap.

“I’m sorry, I thought it wouldn’t hurt that bad.” All three girls looked away shamefully. They had never expected something to go so far. They wanted her to get up and leave, run away before they went that far. The sixteen year old girl crying below them now looked so much younger, more innocent, and unknowing then they had given her credit for.

Slowly they helped her back up. Emma quenched in pain as her bloody vagina rested in place on the chair. Several minutes passed by as the three girls fumbled through their words to relax her. Gently they attempted to straighten her clothes. Emma’s face was covered in salty tears. Panting breaths broke through her throat as she sat in pain, sat directly on her pain.

Finally, the girl upstairs walked down with a big small on her face. Walking a bit wide, she marched out the front door.

“You go and take as much time as you need with him, we’ll make sure nobody bothers you,” said the tall one.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood anymore,” followed the freckled one as she glanced down to the dried blood in her fingernails.

----- - --

Maia dropped one last time onto Jaden, her finger lodged inside her vagina. She finally moaned the last cord of the show. Jaden had learned all the sounds of females, being raped no less then twelve times a day, every day, for over half a year, he had mastered the mindless action of sex well. He could even now time just right to ejaculate and push the female into a premature orgasm. He had to be careful with that trick though, some didn’t take kindly to the unexpected.

Feeling her intestinal bowels filled with his cum, Maia slowly slurped her butt hole over his shaft.

“I would stay longer but I hear some fighting downstairs; I don’t want an angry mob coming up here and pulling me away just before another orgasm. I’ll leave you to the next girl and play with this in my room.” She wiped her index finger up her butt crack, smearing just a dab of his cum onto her finger and wiped it over her nipple.

She dressed herself, looked one last time to Jaden, and then spit once more in his face.

“I hope they never solve the fertility problem, men aren’t good for anything other than reproduction.” Maia walked from the room proudly and headed downstairs.

Jaden twisted his face from one arm to the other, smearing her saliva from his head. When he felt as clean as he could get, he dropped his head backwards and laid silently, waiting for his next rapist.

Emma stepped into Jaden’s bedroom and closed the door behind her. Blood still slowly ran in drops down her leg. She looked to the molested man before her, strapped with amazing determination to four gigantically thick wood stumps. She could see the same dead emotions in his glossed face as she felt just then walking from her molesters.

In a bolt of sudden energy, Emma jumped to the bed and fell onto Jaden’s worn, scarred body. She squeezed him with all her nimble strength into her grip and just cried quietly.

Jaden didn’t know what was going on. He hadn’t even bothered to look at the girl, he just laid in waiting. When her falling weight squeezed him into its warm tiny body, his mind raced with emotions he had never felt before. He couldn’t understand it. He just felt happy.

davesmistress
05-12-2007, 04:40 PM
WOW.....Sorry to have missed this hanes_el

Thanks for another good chapter

badlybent
05-12-2007, 08:44 PM
I didn't miss it Hanes_El I've just been busy and saving it until I could read and enjoy it. Another good chapter. You really have me wondering where this is going. Great job.

hanes_el
06-06-2007, 03:19 PM
Writing Fantasy is harder than it first seems. So is writing sex all the time. From that, this chapter as none of the latter. Sorry for the wait, just one more exam and then summer (which just means I double my hours at work).

As a refresher, Haley was Jaden's first time girl from Chapter 2.

The Fertility Project
Chapter 4 ----------

Haley marched to Jaden’s cabin. The dark chilled air moved silently to the side letting the raging girl through. Most all the girls were asleep in the dormitories by now. Jaden had to be available. Even men were allowed some time to sleep; time where they were off limits.

She quietly slipped into his cabin. It was bare, stale, and dusty. Men’s lives consisted solely of such a place; they usually kept up on housework to make their living conditions slightly more bearable.

Gently climbing the stairwell to the second floor, Haley snuck to Jaden’s bedroom door. She had heard the amazing rumors of this legend and she would have imagined his living conditions a little more hospitable, why was everything untouched, almost like a dungeon. Painstakingly, she opened the door very slowly; sometimes there were instructors present during down times for men.

Peaking her head inside the black room, she could not make out any movement. She saw something on the bed, something very big, almost too big. No movement though, it was safe. She quietly walked to the bed and almost choked on her saliva as she touched the railing and guided her way to a long thick rope. He was still tied up!

Men were only ever tied up for the first few weeks, if that; after, they generally gave up on freedom and were permitted to make the best of their lives between rapes in their generous cabin. There would be nowhere to run if they ever decided to escape, even young boys were taught of the dangers beyond the fence. Jaden being tied up meant that they still feared him, he still held hope for freedom, he held no fear of beyond the fence, that was his home.

Haley reached for Jaden’s bicep to push him gently awake, she needed to talk to him, she wanted her baby boy back, she wanted their son back.

A small hand grabbed her arm.

----- - --

Emma fought with all her power to become a keeper for Jaden. She visited him every day and stayed with him as long as she could before she was forced to leave or felt that she was about to be so. She preferred as little confrontation as possible.

The University quickly found keepers for Jaden to be necessary. Instructors, lots of instructors grouped around him as he was untied every four days to be bathed and medically treated. Hours on end, he was flogged and beaten into submission as they attempted to treat the mutated skin under the ropes. Sleeping medicines had faded in effect on him and no one could deny that they needed a new method to secure this investment. He was the most prized man in the entire community.

Legendary drawings depicting a warrior, much like the most elite men in their ancestry, were floating around of this man. Public outcry was rising to auction his body out by the hour for the older and richer women in the community. Alimea’s University was rising in rank because of him. Yet, the warrior everyone first saw was now quickly deteriorating.

Jaden was being force fed and beaten daily; his skin grew pale. The only thing about him that did not die was his muscles and spirit. He exercised almost hourly ripping at his bonds, fighting for freedom. They desperately needed his spirit to die so they could properly take care of him, and hopefully in due time, have him take care of himself.

----- - --

Emma laid on top of Jaden. He was completely naked and tied up for the taking. Emma was clothed in her cleaned animal hides, relaxing on his warm body. She had never taken advantage of Jaden, she didn’t have the heart. She had never even kissed him, only laid on him and took in his smell. Jaden did nothing. His greatest fear was that he would do something wrong and push her away.

Emma’s company to Jaden was the most exhilarating and peaceful time of his life. She never even attempted to have sex with him. He would not consider her sex rape even if she did. He would gladly let her do what she wanted to him. He himself though would only enjoy it for the time that it meant she spent with him. Jaden held nothing good to say in the subject of sex.

Jaden wanted to make contact with her so much, he wanted to have at least one friend, just one friend in this place would make his new life worth living, but what if her frightened her away. Gently, he tilted his chin down and blew a tiny stream of breadth into Emma’s hair.

The sun coming into the window, beating down on Emma’s back, almost had put her to sleep when she felt a strange jet of air pushing her hair into her face. It stopped. She looked up to see if the window was open. It was closed. She put her head back down.

Minutes later, another stream of pressure pushed at her head. She looked up again to investigate. Nothing was there, just Jaden staring blankly into the ceiling as he always did. She put her head down.

A few minutes passed by and she felt it again. She wanted to scream out in anger because she could not figure out what the hell was causing it. Instead of looking, she just laid still and thought as hard as she could of the possible source. The next stream of air came in an even shorter interval. She thought.

Just before the next one hit her, she noticed a recently familiar movement in Jaden’s chest. The gentle pressure befell her head and she immediately twisted up to look at Jaden. He stared up at the ceiling. She knew it had to be him. For the first time ever, she stared directly into his eyes.

The recently developing game to Jaden was becoming too much. He hadn’t felt so happy and eager in well over half a year. For the first time in a very long time, Jaden could not hold his face straight. As the amazingly beautiful girl stared into his eyes, he knew he was caught; a small smile broke through his hardened shell.

----- - --

With countless days of studying males in old texts, Emma finally convinced a few of her instructors to at least consider making her a keeper. From histories of slavery and suppression, she argued that she could train him, he trusted her. There was so much more to the time they spent together but she dared not venture into the details, such a relationship is in the extremity of illegality.

Emma sensed a growing bond between the two of them, something almost resembling the definition of the old love between a man and a woman. Love caused men to do extraordinary things, something that the University would blatantly not want. The instructors allowed her to join them on one of his routine checkups.

Jaden watched the instructors enter his room. He had always dreaded this part. He hated the beatings and lashings while they simultaneously attempted to heal his forever scared skin where the ropes dug and cut into him as he struggled for freedom every day. But being untied, he knew he could not just submit, he could not just bring himself to give them what they wanted. He had hoped and wished during sex to give girls children, most all wanted males, he could feel that something in him gave them what they desired most; but the girls kept coming, more and more. Giving in to their demands only brought more torture.

Emma waited in the hallway outside the door; she didn’t want to face him in this terrible time. She now thought it was a mistake; she would never want him to associate her with this cruel event.

Her lead instructor waited with her. “I’ll bring you in when they untie him, we cannot risk letting the students know how to untie those knots.”

Jaden grunted under the leather straps beating his chest. As quickly as they could, the instructors untied all the ropes. Four poisoned arrows pointed at him at all times. The poison had little effect on him now, but he knew in his weakened state, the arrows would do damage; the body destroying price for refusing to eat.

The ropes came undone and Jaden immediately burst forth with amazing power throwing an instructor across the room. Jaden screamed as an arrow lodged itself into his upper leg. In a constant state of semi-sedation and mindless rape, the physical pain of this arrow pierced well through his malnourished nerves. The poison they used was new to him. It wasn’t a sleeping poison; tearing pain began spreading though his upper leg. What was it?

Jaden had always healed fast, a special privilege he once took for granted that now was used to the instructors’ advantage. Such an arrow wound would blend into his body in just a few days.

Emma heard Jaden’s scream and broke into the room. Her instructor, unsure of her intent, followed her. She grabbed Emma and pulled her back. Jaden looked up and saw Emma being pulled away from him by force.

Jaden’s body temperature spiked as he immediately reached and caught two instructors. Like dolls, he threw them across the room. Two arrows slammed into him, one in his arm, another into his other leg.

He ignored all pain and sighted the nearest instructor to make a shield. Emma screamed and broke free, jumping into Jaden.

“Stop it!” she arbitrarily yelled out, “Stop it!” She grabbed his shoulders as tears rained onto his chest. “Please, stop,” she said softly to the room.

Jaden became a puppet in Emma’s arms. He did anything and everything she said with no resistance. After such a show, amazing controversy rose as whether to make Emma a keeper or to bar her from ever meeting Jaden again. She held a lot of power with his trust, a lot of power to do good or evil, and were her definitions of those two words the same as the University’s?

----- - --

Emma laid sleeping on top of Jaden in the black room. She fed and cleaned him nightly now; of course she was to never untie him, even if she could figure out how. The soapy cloth laid to the left of the bed, hanging over the pail of dirty water. Two plates of food sat close by, one for each of them.

Jaden’s strength was regaining and his growing attitude was heard throughout the school. He was becoming even more legendary then when he first arrived. The University began to even see Emma as less controversial; Jaden was becoming less aggressive and more accepting of his new life.

A funny sense came to Jaden in the night. He could not determine if he could hear someone downstairs or not. It was a ghost to his ears. Were his highly acute senses betraying him or just weakening in this tamed environment? He needed a second opinion.

Emma woke up gently to a small breeze on her head. She looked up to Jaden; he looked back waiting. Emma then heard the faintest of sounds, something very carefully creeping up the stairs.

Time moved slower and slower as the two struggled between mis-stepped sounds on the floorboards. A gulp from what seemed a very nervous girl feigned the silent room. Emma laid lifeless following the dark shadow. It was a young girl, not an instructor. She watched as the black blob extended its hand and touched Jaden. Emma reached out grabbed the arm.

badlybent
06-06-2007, 04:30 PM
Hmmm-An interesting and sad chapter. A very good story. Probably will be your best so far.

davesmistress
06-15-2007, 05:06 PM
Very good story....thanks again

mpws80
01-22-2009, 11:04 AM
Thanks for the great story. Hope to see more soon though

Mathilda
01-24-2009, 02:51 AM
Thanks for the great story. Hope to see more soon though

I agree. It's a nice read, but it needs finishing.

VFertile
03-16-2010, 02:35 AM
Interesting reading, enjoyed this. Hope you do alot more.

missingrandy
04-21-2010, 08:41 AM
liked so far. keep going

thedeaddevil
04-26-2010, 03:03 AM
I like this story a lot, it reads really well.

Chad17
05-01-2010, 05:00 PM
i love this story please write more

Styleshbk
06-08-2010, 12:37 PM
More please

aries123
09-04-2010, 09:56 PM
indeed, more please.

RAT25
02-11-2012, 04:06 PM
Just because you put ch. 1-4 in the title doesn't mean you cannot put up more than 4 chapters...