Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Once upon a time there was a civilized world with rules, morality, laws, justice, and a population that just kept growing. Then the apocalypse came. The world began to explode from its core sending its inhabitants into chaos and disarray. Most didn’t survive a week. The world had become infested with laziness, and co-dependence on everything happening for them. They forgot how to survive in the wilds. There were no more grocery stores, air conditioning, heated pools or electricity.
The world was back to basics. Then the virus hit, it affected most of the population. Those that didn’t die from it were rendered infertile. Within a century the world was losing its population. A new order came to be. Fertile women were in high demand, ‘Dowries’ were back to be paid to the fathers of the virgin brides.
If the girl was lucky she would only have to be bred by two men, in other instance she would be married to one, and shared with all the men with the hopes of creating offspring. Boys were kept, and girls when they turned 18 were auctioned off. It was just the way it was. It wasn’t hidden from the girls. They were raised like princesses, honored and doted on for the sacrifice they would be making.
They were often home-schooled to prevent any ‘accidents’ of losing their virginity.
Jayne Labuff was raised in a small clan called Zambora. Her mother had been bought by her father, she had been lucky to have only been forced to multiply with one lover. She was their third daughter to be off to wed. The amount they would be get for her, with a history of girls that could reproduce would be helping to fund brides for her brothers so their family could continue to grow.
Her mother explained that the rules were simple. On the wedding night, only her husband could bed her. He was then in charge of granting the favor to any of his family he chose. She would do best to stay in his good grace to avoid being punished. Her mother had left that vague.
The Day arrived. Jayne was nervous as she walked down the make shift isle to meet her new husband.
The world was back to basics. Then the virus hit, it affected most of the population. Those that didn’t die from it were rendered infertile. Within a century the world was losing its population. A new order came to be. Fertile women were in high demand, ‘Dowries’ were back to be paid to the fathers of the virgin brides.
If the girl was lucky she would only have to be bred by two men, in other instance she would be married to one, and shared with all the men with the hopes of creating offspring. Boys were kept, and girls when they turned 18 were auctioned off. It was just the way it was. It wasn’t hidden from the girls. They were raised like princesses, honored and doted on for the sacrifice they would be making.
They were often home-schooled to prevent any ‘accidents’ of losing their virginity.
Jayne Labuff was raised in a small clan called Zambora. Her mother had been bought by her father, she had been lucky to have only been forced to multiply with one lover. She was their third daughter to be off to wed. The amount they would be get for her, with a history of girls that could reproduce would be helping to fund brides for her brothers so their family could continue to grow.
Her mother explained that the rules were simple. On the wedding night, only her husband could bed her. He was then in charge of granting the favor to any of his family he chose. She would do best to stay in his good grace to avoid being punished. Her mother had left that vague.
The Day arrived. Jayne was nervous as she walked down the make shift isle to meet her new husband.