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"Ah, Miss Jones, do sit down." Slight crinkles appeared at her eyes as she smiled, but her face otherwise was quite youthful. Absent the streaks of gray in her no-nonsense bun, she readily could have passed for a woman in her 30s. "I'm Dr. Harrison. Welcome to the National Procreation Institute."
Miss Jones didn't so much take a seat as she was placed in it by the two female orderlies flanking her. Both maintained a hand on her shoulders to further establish control.
"Apologies for the restraints, but you must admit that you brought it on yourself," Harrison continued, nodding at the sturdy nylon cuffs securing the girl's wrists. The left orderly subconsciously rubbed the tender purple bruise under her left cheek and frowned. "I would suggest that you refrain from treating the staff so harshly if you wish more freedom. I would especially suggest you refrain from such behavior in your new assignment; I cannot vouch for your safety otherwise."
Harrison flashed a quick smile before continuing. "Let me provide a quick recap so that everyone is on the same page. As you know, humankind suffered a terrible epidemic many decades ago. While the death toll from the disease was considerable, the far greater consequence was the decimation of fertility in surviving males. The number of children born dropped well below the replacement rate. The global population was on a downward trajectory that would stabilize at small fraction of its former self. The loss of human capital would be incalculable. It'd take centuries to rebuild through normal means."
"Thus was this Institute created to shorten the recovery period. It took many years, but my predecessors and myself established the Hyper Breeder Program. Since the lack of fertile males is hampering the birth rate, we have genetically engineered males with incredible fertility. Their sperm is then distributed to insemination clinics across the country so that young women can bear the children we so desperately need. "
"Our nation's future depends on this. Nearly every young girl I've known eagerly volunteers. Whether the innate human desire to be a mother or the patriotic desire to serve their country or just the mercenary gain of the generous subsidies for participation, they all line up as soon as they're of age."
Harrison tilted her head to the side and regarded her silent guest with curiosity. "But not you, Miss Jones. Not you. You instead are caught trying to flee the country in apparent attempt to avoid your obligation to serve." The doctor shook her head. "On a personal level, I find your selfishness appalling. But professionally, it's beneficial to me; had you been less self-serving, you wouldn't have been sentenced here."
"You see, we have a unique problem with one of the hypers. One of my own experiments went a little awry, I admit. While most of the hypers are unusually fertile, Simon is excessively so. While that makes his production nothing short of astounding, it also makes his libido somewhat tricky to manage."
Harrison smiled at her guest again. "That's where you come in. You turn out to have physical attributes that lend yourself to servicing Simon. And I'm not just referring to your impressive cleavage. Simon is quite a lot of man, but you should be able to withstand him.
" And you will, because you have no choice; the Court's sentence effectively makes you my prisoner to use as I see fit. So my advice is that you accept your situation and try to accommodate what comes as best you can. Resistance will only cause you pain. Particularly with Simon. So make him happy to make me happy or you will be even more unhappy than you are now. Any questions?"
"Ah, Miss Jones, do sit down." Slight crinkles appeared at her eyes as she smiled, but her face otherwise was quite youthful. Absent the streaks of gray in her no-nonsense bun, she readily could have passed for a woman in her 30s. "I'm Dr. Harrison. Welcome to the National Procreation Institute."
Miss Jones didn't so much take a seat as she was placed in it by the two female orderlies flanking her. Both maintained a hand on her shoulders to further establish control.
"Apologies for the restraints, but you must admit that you brought it on yourself," Harrison continued, nodding at the sturdy nylon cuffs securing the girl's wrists. The left orderly subconsciously rubbed the tender purple bruise under her left cheek and frowned. "I would suggest that you refrain from treating the staff so harshly if you wish more freedom. I would especially suggest you refrain from such behavior in your new assignment; I cannot vouch for your safety otherwise."
Harrison flashed a quick smile before continuing. "Let me provide a quick recap so that everyone is on the same page. As you know, humankind suffered a terrible epidemic many decades ago. While the death toll from the disease was considerable, the far greater consequence was the decimation of fertility in surviving males. The number of children born dropped well below the replacement rate. The global population was on a downward trajectory that would stabilize at small fraction of its former self. The loss of human capital would be incalculable. It'd take centuries to rebuild through normal means."
"Thus was this Institute created to shorten the recovery period. It took many years, but my predecessors and myself established the Hyper Breeder Program. Since the lack of fertile males is hampering the birth rate, we have genetically engineered males with incredible fertility. Their sperm is then distributed to insemination clinics across the country so that young women can bear the children we so desperately need. "
"Our nation's future depends on this. Nearly every young girl I've known eagerly volunteers. Whether the innate human desire to be a mother or the patriotic desire to serve their country or just the mercenary gain of the generous subsidies for participation, they all line up as soon as they're of age."
Harrison tilted her head to the side and regarded her silent guest with curiosity. "But not you, Miss Jones. Not you. You instead are caught trying to flee the country in apparent attempt to avoid your obligation to serve." The doctor shook her head. "On a personal level, I find your selfishness appalling. But professionally, it's beneficial to me; had you been less self-serving, you wouldn't have been sentenced here."
"You see, we have a unique problem with one of the hypers. One of my own experiments went a little awry, I admit. While most of the hypers are unusually fertile, Simon is excessively so. While that makes his production nothing short of astounding, it also makes his libido somewhat tricky to manage."
Harrison smiled at her guest again. "That's where you come in. You turn out to have physical attributes that lend yourself to servicing Simon. And I'm not just referring to your impressive cleavage. Simon is quite a lot of man, but you should be able to withstand him.
" And you will, because you have no choice; the Court's sentence effectively makes you my prisoner to use as I see fit. So my advice is that you accept your situation and try to accommodate what comes as best you can. Resistance will only cause you pain. Particularly with Simon. So make him happy to make me happy or you will be even more unhappy than you are now. Any questions?"