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"The Purpose of a Man"
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14 November 2030
East slope of the Cascade Mountains
Central Oregon
Alice DuMont
19 years old
5'6", slim figure, nice curves
Red hair worn long and wild; mesmerizing blue-green eyes
Of all the places in the world where she could be, out here in the forest on patrol was the only place for Alice. But then, of all the places in the world might not have been the most accurate phrase: since the Plague of 2020, when Alice had been but 9 years old, she hadn't been more than 4 miles from her home village of Greenvale, which sat in a small valley on the eastern slope of Oregon's Cascade Mountain Range.
But Greenvale and its surrounding woods were all Alice needed for contentment. There was nothing out in the world beyond the valley that she wanted or needed. She had her mother and little brother, Eric, for family; she had Laura, Kimberly, and Connie for friendship and -- when the need overcame her -- intimacy and sexual fulfillment; she had the Perimeter Patrol for duty and service; and she had the rest of Greenvale's community -- current population, 58 -- for … well, for everything else.
Alice was fortunate in that she'd been young enough in 2020 to not now know what she was missing in this more primitive time. She had a vague recollection of cell phones and video games and the internet and thousand channel cable packages. But except for a wireless radio and some medical devices in the clinic -- all powered by solar panels and wind turbines on the edge of the village -- Greenvale had gone the primitive route, as had many of the smaller communities in the region.
There was, of course, one thing that Alice's mother wanted for her daughter that Alice herself was less enthusiastic about having: a child. Alice was resistant -- very much so -- to the idea of having a strange man's cock shoved inside her to fill her with seed that would ultimately become a child. She was only 19 years old, and she was totally committed to her Perimeter Patrol duties. Add to that that she'd never been intimate with a man, let alone had intercourse with one.
Of course, having sex with a man meant having access to one. And that was a bit more difficult in this post-Plague day and age than it had been back in the time when Alice herself was being conceived.
The Plague had killed 90% of the human race as a whole inside a year. Even more significantly, though, it had killed 98% of the male population in particular. And the virus was the gift that kept on giving: as much as 50% of seemingly immune boys died from the virus as their bodies began producing the hormones that would have otherwise transitioned them into manhood. Greenvale's record with boys-turning-to-men was even more tragic than that of some of their neighbors: Alice had only known of 3 boys who had maintained their immunity through puberty and into adulthood, and of them, none still resided in the village.
On this date, 14 November 2030, the population of Greenvale, Oregon, was 58: 8 post-menopausal women, 16 child-bearing aged women, 22 pre-pubescent girls, and 12 pre-pubescent boys. Most of the boys would likely die before they'd ever had a chance to spread their seed and help perpetuate the species, including Alice's own 11 year old brother.
The human race had very nearly been wiped out, and now it was on the verge of extinction due to a lack of breeding males. You would think, of course, that you only needed a handful of males to service a passel of female. After all, cattle ranchers for example had kept dozens, hundreds, or thousands of cows but kept only one bull.
But Immune males were a valuable commodity in this new age or, at least, the sperm they produced was. And those males -- or the females who sometimes controlled them as servants -- knew that you didn't just give out their breeders' seed without getting something in return.
Alice's mother -- like most mothers these days -- had been willing to give up everything to see her daughter birth a healthy child, and when the opportunity came, she jumped at it. The Crescent City Circuit Riders -- a traveling band of traders, craftsmen, and service providers -- had visited Greenvale this past Spring as usual. One of the services they offered was of great interest to Alice's mother: stud service.
Amongst the Rider's number were two fit and healthy immune men who -- for a hefty price -- would provide their seed to ovulating women. (Breeding was, in fact, the Riders' most profitable single service.) Alice's mother had been eager -- no, desperate -- to see her daughter produce a child, and she approached the traveling band's Matriarch to make a deal.
Unfortunately, after the stud fee was paid, a very reluctant and somewhat petrified Alice fled into the hills with her rifle and a pack filled with food … and she didn't return until she saw the Riders heading out of town three days later. It was only when she returned that Alice learned that the fee had been non-refundable and her mother -- who hadn't been ovulating and would have thus gotten nothing personal from the encounter except possibly a good fuck -- had given away the privilege of conceiving a child to the Charge of one of the Councilors, in the hopes of currying future favor.
The incident had caused a rift between Alice and her mother that even now, 7 months later, they had not been able to get past. The miscarriage suffered by the Charge of the Councilor only made things worse: without the anticipated but now moot favors, Alice's family was now poverty-stricken and barely surviving on the meager rations that came from working the Communal Gardens.
The stress of the whole situation had only made Alice want to spend less time in the village and more time any where else. She continued with her Perimeter Patrol duties, but in addition -- during free time that previously had often been spent in the village with her friends -- Alice had greatly increased the time she was spending hunting, fishing, and gathering anything and everything of value. She justified her absences to her mother by returning with bags full of mushrooms or trapped animals that provided both meat and pelts. Her extra effort was keeping the family from starving or -- worse -- having to offer services to others in the community who already looked down on their family because of Alice's actions so many months earlier.
Today, she was creeping down one of the well used deer trails on solo patrol, as she preferred to work. A crunching sound caused her to freeze in place, then lower into a crouch. A second, then third and fourth foot-on-ground sound told her that another person was out here in the woods with her. Alice contemplated the options and dismissed them one after another: there shouldn't be any other Perimeter Patrol members in this area; no hunting party would be out here without first informing the Patrol, aka Alice; and the foragers wouldn't be out this far without an armed escort, which again meant that the Patrol -- Alice -- would have been informed. Besides, it was too late in the day for the foragers, who would already be back in the village tending to the plants and animals they harvested.
Alice realized suddenly that her heart was beating hard. There was only one possibly answer to the question Who's out there? It had to be a resident of one of the three villages that shared a frontier with Greenvale. This was a violation of the treaties all four communities had with one another, agreements that prevented some of the issues and conflicts that had made pre-Plague Earth such a violent place.
Alice had come face to face with intruders twice before, and neither time had played out with peaceful results. Threats had been bellowed out in one incident; shots had been fired in a second. No one had been harmed either time, but each incident had resulted in further negotiations over borders and rights in the frontiers.
Alice flinched again as she heard another step, this one closer and bit farther to her left. She lifted her ass and lowered her head, then crept forward ever so slowly to take a position behind a huge, tree that likely had fallen to the ground even before Alice was born. She found a gap between the rotting wood and a chunk of bark and kept vigil.
Finally, Alice spotted movement. She kept her gaze glued to the intruder who moved in and out of view within the thick foliage. When the figure emerged from the undergrowth and stepped out into the more open deer trail, its head was hidden by an oversized hood. Alice waited another long moment, until the intruder was only thirty or so feet away, then she leaped up and leveled the rifle.
"Don't move!" she demanded. "If you move or run, I'll shoot! Put your hands out so I can see them! Slowly!"
The intruder did as Alice demanded. She hesitated a moment, unsure of exactly what to do. A lifetime of training for just this event, and Alice had no idea what to do next. What she did know was that her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Then … Alice's confusion only deepened. She studied the intruder's figure a bit more deliberately … then its hands. A thought came to her that was … well, it was just … out there … out there so far that it might as well be on another planet.
"Pull your hood off! I want to see your face!" she demanded, quickly adding, "Slowly!"
The intruder again followed Alice's instructions … and her eyes widened even more than they already were. Softly, almost as much to herself as to the intruder, she murmured, "You're a man!"
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