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Anna had seen her older sisters be called to the Office of Marital Affairs years before. The memories are hazy; feelings more than events. Tearful goodbyes, Pappa showing pride on his face. It’s not like she would never see Rachel or Emmie again, but it was the end of an era, and Anna would miss them. And Anna had.
6 years ago Rachel was assigned to Mark, 5th son of the Handers Family. 5 years ago Lily was assigned to Daniel, 2nd son of the Lausten Family. The OMA claims to be intent on serving its population to the best of their ability. Pamphlets turn up in mailboxes and on front porches detailing the organization’s commitment to assignments that would allow daughters to live nearby, even stay in their hometowns, but Anna had heard horror stories. Rachel had not had to move far though, praise the Lord. Lily, on the other hand, was asked to settle in Arch, 100 miles from here. Anna hadn’t noticed how often the grandfather clock chimed in the sitting room until she was gone.
The marriage ceremonies were small, carried out in the privacy of the home, as was common. The state forbids couples from informing members of their community of their number, but the law is difficult to enforce. It’s common for sisters to share their experiences, Anna knew what to expect. The OMA is flooded with applications for appeals. Notes from doctors, papers showing lack of financial stability from accountants, even warnings of suits from family lawyers. Most of these go ignored. The only reliable way to receive an appeal is to be the daughter of a high ranking politician, and oftentimes they are required to show proof that further pregnancies would be fatal.
Infertility results in reabsorption. Women are placed in communal homes, living on measly stipends and working 60 hour work weeks, largely in labor sectors. Citizens consider this fate more a fact of life than an outrage. The last thing the state wants to encourage is a life of celibacy, and the larger population is, at the moment, in agreement. Right now the citizens of the National Federation of European Descent are waging an ethnic war, a propagandistic narrative that has been so thoroughly embraced, that 70% of the population moved to its city center to aid the cause. Anna is part of the 27th generation of the Wardens, one of the many willing participants in the Planting Seeds Program. And now, only a month after her 18th birthday, she received an invitation in the mail to offer her services to the OMA.
Anna was not the only one in line that day. There were a few others, also dressed in traditional garments. Nothing overly formal, clothes you would attend church in. There was plenty of messaging shaping this moment as an engagement, something to take seriously, to look pretty for. There were still young girls who resented the process, but Anna would remember this moment forever. She was nervous, but she was also excited. Her mother and father had been raising her for this moment, it was surely a joyful one. Anna slowly made her way to the front of the line, getting more and more anxious the longer she waited. Who would he be? Would he be kind and gentle and welcoming? Where would he live? What would his family be like? Would he have many sisters for her to enjoy the company of? Anna prayed like she had been praying all her life. She closed her eyes and asked God to do his bidding, not her own. If God wished to challenge her in her faith, she would rise to the challenge. If God wished to bless her she would praise his name just as readily. The clock read 8:08am. She was next in line.
A medium sized envelope is handed to all women of marriageable age. Her future would be printed on the same thick manilla paper that everyone else’s was. On the front would be her new husband’s genealogy, a family tree of his grandparents and nuclear family. His name would be underlined and a current mailing address would be supplied, nothing more would be indicated. On the second document would be a lengthy declaration detailing the duties Anna would be required by law to fulfill, as well as an oath to be signed at the bottom. She had been told to look out for the number, which would be bolded in the 5th paragraph. She moved to stand in front of the administrator.
She returned home brimming with anticipation. She had done everything that was expected of her. She thanked the administrator for her parcel and walked home calmly and with purpose. She wasn’t about to open it by herself, she wanted to be surrounded by her family when she learned who her future husband would be. As she had walked down the street she imagined what it would be like to be heavy with her first child, how her husband would walk beside her, how their neighbors would congratulate the young couple, maybe even touch her growing belly. She had seen momma carry 7 children to term, she knew what was expected of her, and she couldn’t wait to carry out God’s promise for her people.
Everyone opened the door at once. The noise was overwhelming, but Momma dragged her into the living room before she could register the yelling coming from the little ones. It was quiet here, and Anna could catch her breath. She was still holding the sealed envelope. Momma saw her face and gently reached out to hold Anna’s hand.
“Are you ready?” Momma’s sweet voice asked.
Of course she was. Anna would never be more ready. They walked back into the dining room together, the envelope still unopened. Pappa was at the head of the table, as he always was.
“Anna, my darling daughter. Please, do us all a favor and tell us who is in that envelope,” Pappa was on the edge of his seat too.
Anna did as she was told, trying not to shake as she broke the seal. It was all so austere, all written so neatly. There was his name, Jacob Titus Webb, 1st son of the Webb Family. Her younger siblings started to scream and everyone rejoiced before Anna could process anything. All the noise and celebration, it drowned out any idea of what this man looked like in her head, but she thought she remembered the name. Momma and Pappa knew the Webb family. Not well, but they lived not ten miles from here and attended church, praise God. Anna was over the moon. She would be staying nearby, and the included address confirmed that. Pappa got up from his place and embraced Anna.
“I’m so glad.”
He shone with pride when he said it, just as he did with Rachel and Lily. It was now up to Anna to deliver herself to Jacob.
It was customary to shuttle the bride to her new residence without the accompaniment of the parents. They would have plenty of time to meet each other during the ceremony, after the consummation of the pairing. Hiring a driver was a big expense for a family without means, but Anna’s parents had assured her that they had saved for such a purchase. Between the initial excitement of learning her new husband’s identity and the packing, Anna hadn’t had much time to herself, she had been too occupied to read the second portion of the documents, or maybe she was dreading it.
She had heard many stories of girls learning their number and weeping, and heard them complaining that the state simply demands too much of them. Anna had heard stories of women even begging the state to reconsider. Anna never understood those girls. It was their duty after all, but that wasn’t what bothered her the most. She always had a sneaking suspicion that the girls who were expected to have larger families were doted on more, that their husbands treated them with more respect, loved them for their sacrifice as well as their personhood. And something about being pregnant so often, it appealed to Anna. It felt like she was born for this, that her body was built to swell up with her man’s baby. Anna loved the idea of growing up, of growing into the identity of a wife and mother. She wanted her body to obey her husband, for her tits to grow, for the baby and maybe for a loving husband. She was not naive, she had seen the things her father and mother tried to keep secret. She had been a good girl and kept herself pure for this moment, but thought quite often about what a man might do to her, and when she thought, her body would open up, make itself wet.
She’d waited too long for the number to be low. She had begged God to give her a large family. When Rachel received 10 she was disappointed, privately of course. When Lily received 6 she was relieved. Could her number be as low as 5? She couldn’t bear to think like that. The latest she could wait to read it was in the car on the way to her new home. That’s when she would read it.
And just like that, the time had come to say goodbye. She had chosen a dress for a special occasion. A clean white linen dress, a round neckline. It made her look innocent, a bit effortless, especially with her blond hair down in waves. The car was packed with a suitcase containing the clothes that fit her, and a book bag of sentimental objects. She stepped into the car with only the envelope in her hand. Some of her younger siblings ran next to the car for a while, waving and waving until she couldn’t see them anymore. She turned her head to her lap, to the document. And all of a sudden her prayers were answered. 13. She just sat there and hugged the papers, this was her dream come true. 13 children. She would be kept full of Jacob’s cum for decades. She sat in the car thinking about what the night would look like, and soon Jacob would give her his first offspring. She couldn’t wait to please him.
When the car approached the Webb family house she was all butterflies. Still reeling from the incredible news, she stepped out of the car to introduce herself to her new in-laws.
“It is so lovely to finally meet you! This is my first daughter-in-law, ya know.” Martha Webb smiled and laughed. She was already so welcoming, and comforting Anna with a familiarity usually reserved for good friends.
The matriarch of the family leaned in for a hug, which Anna of course accepted. Both women were elated. She was soon introduced to Jacob’s father, Alaster Webb, then all 9 of Jacob’s younger sisters and brothers. Anna was so pleased to be welcomed into such a nice family. Then there was Jacob. He looked at her with the confidence of a man who already owned her. There was nothing in Jacob’s life that wasn’t already predestined, and Anna was no exception. He had already been promised his family’s wealth, and a beautiful young bride was not hoped for, but demanded. He chose to see Anna as his birthright, not a blessing. It was all written right in his eyes. He had been given the same information as her, and expected her to obey him with no hesitation. He was about to find out just how willing she was.
Anna had seen that unmistaken look in his eyes. She was sure that he had heard the same stories of reluctant brides and mothers. He will be so proud of her tonight when she begs for his cum.
Anna is ushered into the dining room and quickly whisked into a chair at the far end of the table, next to her new husband. Lunch was raucous, all the children joking and squabbling amongst themselves. Strangely, Anna and Jacob’s conversation felt insulated from the noise.
“Has your family lived in the city long?” he asked, seemingly with no agenda other than to make small talk.
“Yes, for as long as I can remember. I know my mother and father have stories of moving here when the program started but I must have been to recall any details myself. Is your family a long term resident?” Anna responded.
“The Webb Family can trace its lineage back 12 generations in this stronghold, I’m surprised that information was unknown to you”
He was clearly not used to company that did not already have an extensive knowledge of the privileged position he occupied. Anna had a feeling he was trying to intimidate her, to show her that he meant to make her submit to him. He was wrong to try too hard of course, Anna was already his willing fucktoy.
“Ahh I see. My mistake.”
Anna just smiled, knowing she would prove her devotion later on. She wasn’t afraid. He was a handsome man, fit to inherit a small fortune. The many children he would sire by her would be well cared for. She was ready to be his bride.
Mr. and Mrs. Webb had offered the young couple a guest room in their home. This is an established tradition, as consummation was always a ceremony that took place prior to the wedding. This is to ensure the seeding process is seen as the most important love bond the couple will create. Surely Jacob knew this, and was hungry to show his new bride the kind of husband he would be.
Anna sat by the bed, still in her linen dress, brushing out her long waves. Anna turned to face Jacob.
“I want you to know that I was brought up with strong values, and that I won’t disappoint you. I intend to be a good wife to you Jacob, I want to fulfill my purpose as a woman.”
Jacob finds himself a bit taken aback by this girl’s willingness to serve him. Does she truly mean it? Or is she just putting on a brave face? He will not be a husband who puts up with bad behavior, with ingratitude, with apathy for the cause. Jacob walks to Anna’s side of the bed. For the first time, he touches her. He drags his hand gently across her face, admiring her beauty. She is so young, and ready to take his seed inside her. He’s waited so long for a fertile wife, for the moment when he can breed a bitch till exhaustion. And here is a woman who wants what he wants, or does she? He holds her by her chin.
“Do you want my baby inside you tonight?
Jacob is sneering. Anna knows he’s testing her, seeing how a young girl brought up in the church would react to words like that. Anna doesn’t falter.
“Only if you’re man enough to fuck me”
He grabs her firmly by her right shoulder and pins her down on the bed. She squirms weakly, Jacob can tell this is all a game to her, a precursor to an act once wholly forbidden to the both of them. He is electric with need for this girl. They understand each other in a way he never dreamed they would. Still pinning her down, he makes her say it
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? What was the number in your envelope Anna? How many children will you beg me for?”
“13” Anna said gleefully, never hesitating. “I want you to give me 13 children, or more, God willing”
Anna tilts her head back on the pillow, breaking eye contact. She’s still squirming beneath the weight of his body, in ecstasy more than protest. Jacob is out of his mind. The state had given him a wife already trained to do his bidding. How far would she let him go tonight? Would she actually beg for his seed? He stares at her, still dumb founded, and makes up his mind. He pulls her face towards him and pushes two fingers gently into her mouth. Her lips part with no resistance. She looks up at him with confusion in her eyes.
“Suck”
She obeys, drawing his fingers deeper down her throat. Anna’s mouth is warm, and she is proving to be a willing wife. Jacob stares at her sucking, slowly stroking his cock with his other hand. He’s ready to fuck her until she is well bred. He turns her over on her back. He gets a good look at her wet pussy. She’s dripping, her body is begging to be filled with his seed. He has always dreamt of sons. Tonight he will make her carry his firstborn.
Anna felt a hand on the inside of her thigh, then a finger pushing into her virgin cunt. It stung a bit, but she was ready for pain. This was her first time, and she was warned that it might be painful. The pain subsided quickly though, and all she could feel was pleasure from her new husband. Jacob was pushing his forefinger in and out of her, testing how pliable she was. She was slick with her own juices, making more the longer his finger stayed inside her. He added his index, again pushing up against her cervix. Anna could feel the pressure he was putting on her body, but leaned into it to try and ease the pain. Jacob smiled when he saw Anna’s desire to please. Two fingers was enough practice, it was time for Anna to receive him.
Anna could feel his cock pressing into her, and it did hurt. She winced a bit, but she could grit her teeth and bear it. She would have to if she was going to make Jacob proud of her. And she wanted to serve her husband to the best of her ability. She arched her back and prepared to take all of him. Jacob was not forceful, he gently moved in and out of her, hearing her moaning get steadily louder. She was starting to sound desperate, he could feel her body squeezing him from the inside, begging him to fill her up.
He was already imagining her heavy with his unborn child, holding the weight of his son in her as she attempted to walk across the room or greet people at a dinner party. His son would grow to maturity in this womb, he would suck on this woman’s tits for nourishment. Plugging her up was the only option. He had to conceive a child with her tonight, her pussy was too perfect and willing to waste on purity any longer. He couldn’t wait for her to be rabid with lust, starving for cock as pregnant women so often are. He had heard as much when the women retired to the study and the men were left to smoke in the parlor. Pregnancy does something to these women, they can’t think about anything else. Jacob had wanted a subservient wife for as long as he can remember, one who he would keep pregnant for as long as possible. Here she was, slick with her own juices. He would make her beg for it, even now.
“Anna, you will serve me and the seeding program for as long as your body will allow you to. You understand? The number doesn’t concern you or me. You will get pregnant tonight and you will stay pregnant and nursing until your body gives up on you. I will fuck you full of my cum tonight. You will conceive our child tonight, and you want to so badly already, I can feel you. You want my cum don’t you? You want to serve this nation and your husband, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
Anna could feel herself building towards something, her eyes were rolling back in her head and could only feel the cock pulsing inside of her as he came. Cumming, all inside her, rope after rope. She could tell he had been waiting a long time for this night. He would not back down from his demands easily, and secretly Anna didn’t want him to. Jacob pulled his cock out from deep inside her and quickly used his fingers to plug her up again. He grabbed a large pillow to place underneath her. She was sure she would obey him. She was sure she would conceive in time for the wedding. They would both have to wait for proof in the coming weeks.
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