The Black Room
Laura entered her mother’s spacious office just off the master bedroom. As queen, her mother’s assistants were ever present. “Ah, there you are, darling. Did you enjoy yourself at your coming out party last night?” With a wave of her hand, and weary of pondering the financials of her kingdom, her two assistants present at the moment left the room.
“Yes, indeed, mother.” A ritual when a young woman turned 18 years, it was a cross between a birthday party and debutante ball. All royalty attended, their daughters coming of age honored.
“We need to discuss your mating.”
“May I see him?” Laura asked, both anxious and excited about this day since she could remember.
“Certainly. Here, take a look at the pad.”
Laura rounded the large, ornate desk to peer into the screen. She frowned. “But that’s only a DNA scan.”
“What were you expecting, dear? He has all the right data points to complement your DNA to produce a wonderful baby girl.” Laura knew only the commoner women were selected to give birth to males, and even then after they’d birthed a female first. All royalty were to have only baby girls; it was unimaginable to do so otherwise.
Laura only nodded as she ignored the incomprehensible data and instead memorized the seven digit ID number at the top right of the screen. “When is the coupling to take place?”
“It will start this afternoon and continue daily for a week. You are to report to the White Room promptly at one, and every day after at one in the afternoon.” She looked proudly at her beautiful daughter, the result of a DNA match made for her also 18 years ago. “Don’t worry dear. They’ll guide you through the whole distasteful process.” The queen involuntarily shuttered.
Laura returned to her room where her servant had lunch waiting. Ingrid, one of three servants and her favorite, had been attending to her for about the last year. She knew she was older, but by how much she never had inquired. To become a servant they had to be childless, and while servants they were not allowed to have children. As she sat and ate, her thoughts were on the coupling. “Ingrid, what do you know about this coupling business?”
“My princess, I’m told it is actually no big deal. It’s all over very quickly. And, some say, it is quite pleasant. You’ll be in and out of there in no time, 30 minutes tops.”
“I know, but where do they get the DNA? How does that work?”
“Oh that’s common knowledge.” Ingrid made a face. “From males.”
Males! Those mysterious people she’d spied from the castle walls, tending farms in the fields. Sighing, she said, “That’s not exactly the answer I was looking for.”
Ingrid blushed and said nervously, “Your highness, these questions can be dangerous. We shouldn’t be talking about such things.”
Laura snapped her head up. “You know, don’t you? You must tell me,” Laura demanded, a devilish smile forming on her face.
“Well,” she started leaning in close to whisper, “I’ve heard of the place where it’s done. From one of the supervisors that works there. But I don’t know how you could possibly gain access to that room, the Black Room.”
The Black Room! She’d heard tales of what went on there and from their variety she surmised it was all speculation. “You must show me where it is.” Laura had heard of the Black Room; as kids, she and her friends had explored the halls of the various buildings in Central City searching for these males that went there but never found any, and never discovered the location of the Black Room. Males were confined to the countryside, outside the walls, doing manual, menial labor on the farms and in factories while the women did the important work that required a good education. But she had an inkling the Black Room had to be somewhere near the White Room.
“You’ve seen the White Room?” Ingrid asked, knowing she had. “Well, it’s on the other side of the wall.”
“Really? Well, I’m going to get into the Black Room,” she said smugly. A look of horror crossed Ingrid’s face. “I’m the princess, after all. I think for once I’ll throw my weight around. Come on, let’s go. I still have two hours before my coupling.”
Of course, Laura had seen the Security Office off the Grand Hallway hundreds of times, but all these years she had no idea it also led to the Black Room. Presenting themselves to the security personnel whose offices lay behind thick glass, the princess obtained an immediate audience with the chief of security, a woman possessing a face ravaged by the years going by the name of Olga. After some wrangling, she was pleasantly surprised to be ushered down a long hallway and into a room where she had to don what looked like a radiation suit. The face mask was a mirror from the outside but from the inside, she could see out clearly. She was escorted by a similarly dressed assistant into the Black Room. She entered a small room and the door was locked behind her. Only then did the inner door open. She stepped out and froze at the outrageous sight before her.
She struggled to hold her composure and keep pace with the assistant. She was an observer, with no function whatsoever. In front of her stretching left and right were about fifty stark naked men, their backsides presented to her view. They faced a wall to which was fixed strange equipment. Two bars, one at the upper back and upper thighs, held the males tight to the machines. Some of the men were just standing there, others were gyrating their hips in a most erotic fashion, similar to when she pleasured herself; she owned all the sex toys and employed various servants to help her achieve orgasms. All the women of royalty did.
The assistant led her over close to the men to peer at the machines and their functions. Laura was amazed to see that men had curved pipes or poles for sex organs and underneath dangled two sacs of wrinkly skin of some unknown and mysterious function. Their poles were inserted into clear plastic tubes that seemed to massage the tips of their strange looking appendages with numerous small, clear plastic ball bearings. The assistant seemed mostly interested in the men who were moaning the loudest and gyrating their hips the most.
She and Laura stopped at one such male to observe his exertions. He had a cute butt and was humping the machine madly, alternately scrunching and relaxing his butt in obvious pleasure. He gasped and moaned. “I’m cumming,” he exclaimed.
Laura watched the tube in fascination as a milky substance shot out of the slit in the tip of his pole, followed by more and more of the creamy white goo pumped out in spasms to fill the tube. As soon as the machine allowed him to withdraw, she saw the goo he had spurt was sucked away into the machine. Laura figured that must be the male DNA. After all, what other function could this facility possibly provide?
They moved on, and Laura observed many more male orgasms while leering at their butts and poles. One male was apparently having trouble; his timer was well over fifteen minutes. “Watch this,” giggled the assistant. She pressed a button on the machine. She bent low behind the man. Laura did also, perplexed. A sex toy, similar to what she used on herself emerged from the machine all the men were straddling, shot some clear liquid at his butt hole and the rod slowly slid deep into his anus. It moved in and out of his bowels. “It stimulates his cum gland.” She giggled again. “Men do this to each other all the time. Apparently, they like it.”
“They use our sex toys also?” Laura asked in wonder.
“No, no, my dear Lady, all though that is possible. Rather, they stick their organs in each other’s butts. And mouths.”
“Oh my,” she said in astonishment. Laura didn’t know what a cum gland was, but soon the man writhed in agony or pleasure; she wasn’t sure which. He shot his “cum” into the tube straight away. Laura, while admiring the endowment and variety of sizes of the male’s organs, also studied the seven digit numbers, trying to discern a pattern. There was none. She figured her DNA match should be arriving shortly. Or maybe they froze the DNA for later use. She didn’t know.
Laura decided on a gamble. “I’ve been directed by the queen to observe a certain male.” She gave the number she’d memorized.
The assistant checked her charts. “Here it is.” They walked over to the staging area where men were being forced to strip off their clothing. While waiting, Laura watched the men strip, most voluntarily, offering no trouble, but some resisted. The latter were punished. The assistant gestured toward a male just entering the compound. “That’s him.”
The assistant warned her, “It’s his first time. Sometimes they give us trouble. But once they experience the pleasure of the machine, they’re as docile as cows, eager even, to get massaged by them. We have men lined up for no other purpose than to stick their organs in the massage machines. Still, we analyze their semen for potency, for historical statistical data.”
Semen. Cum gland. Cumming. Why hadn’t she been taught any of this? Sex education in the schools consisted of only the female anatomy.
Laura watched as her mate was forced to strip naked, humiliation and embarrassment evident in his handsome but flushed face. Two women at 4 and 8 o’clock positions handled eight foot poles with straps at the end wrapped tightly around the man’s neck. They could easily strangle the male if he presented problems. Prods with electrical tips stung the man into submission until he did what he was told. Another guard held a Tazer at the ready if he should revolt and resort to violence. Once naked, he covered his genitals in embarrassment, probably figuring correctly that they were females in the shapeless black Bio-Hazard suits and behind the mirrored face plates. Before he could to cover his genitals with his hands though, Laura got a good look at his limp organ. She liked what she saw of her mate. And he possessed more handsome facial and muscle features than many of the other males. She followed him across the expanse to the wall of machines, admiring his awesome butt ripple as he walked. She felt her loins stirring, already moist from seeing all these naked males. If she could just touch herself, she was sure she would orgasm instantly. But she didn’t dare. Not here.
He was led over and made to stand in front of one of the vacant machines, the straps still tight around his neck. All told, five women including herself watched and leered at the naked male. There were many other assistants monitoring the other naked males as well. His pole was limp, and his hairy sacs hung loosely. Two bars emerged from the machine and surrounded him, drawing him closer until his genitals were up against the clear plastic. Suddenly a mist shot out hitting him in the face.
“An aphrodisiac,” the assistant said. “It works quite well. Get’s the males in the mood, you see.”
Little motors massaged his pole and Laura watched fascinated as his organ soon got bigger and in no time stood up quite rigid. His face was red with shame and embarrassment but he was apparently powerless to stop its rising. A gasp of pleasure escaped his throat. The little ball bearings again concentrated on the head of his pole, ignoring the rest of his shaft.
The assistant whispered to her, “They can’t resist the milking machine. These males are simple creatures. They get hard, spurt their cum, and that’s it. That’s all they’re really good for.”
“Huh.” Milk, cum, goo, cream, semen, seed. They had a lot of names for the male’s DNA. Laura watched slack jawed as “her” man humped the machine now unabashedly. It dawned on her that his pole would fit nicely into her vagina. But the thought was ridiculous. Out of the question. It was a well known fact men were dangerous, often violent with women. At the very least, they were crude and vile. Her history courses were full of examples of males ineptly handling the affairs of state, and business and personal relationships. And they were violent with each other. She shivered.
He was sweating now, drops appearing on his lower back and at the cleft at the top of his butt crack. His hands gripped the handles of the machine and drove his member deep into the clear plastic tube that she figured simulated the vagina. He moaned louder. She wanted to reach out and massage his cute butt. Maybe spank him. Five minutes passed as she memorized every detail of his naked and exposed body. With a violent thrust, Laura saw him shoot his milk out. Transfixed, she watched as his cream first spurt and then pumped rhythmically out of the slit in the tip of his pole. He relaxed then, and the machine let him free. The poles holding him retracted. She noticed him once again docile and thoroughly embarrassed as he hid his shrinking pole with his hands and, looking sheepish, was walked back across the room to gather his clothing. Laura memorized his features, particularly his broad, muscled shoulders, muscled and flat stomach, his hairy body, and his most awesome male butt. She wanted him but at the same time his obvious strength radiated violence and it frightened her. She hurried out of the Black Room full of naked men releasing their seed. She had to hurry to make her appointment with the White Room.
Laura lay back on the comfortable hospital bed. She had always assumed she would be given a shot of the male’s DNA and voila, she would become pregnant with child. Therefore when she was directed to hike up her gown and place her feet into the stirrups similar to that of her visits to the gynecologist, she was taken aback. A tent hid everything below her stomach. Her sex was obscenely exposed to the view of the two young female attendants, but she was used to that, at least in the privacy of her bedroom. Maybe it was the hospital-like setting that was unnerving. She felt a vibrator press to her sex and her button of pleasure as she called it.
“Now just relax and let the sensations overpower you,” one of the young attendants said. Laura put her head back and closed her eyes. Her own personal attendants serviced her like this many times a week. She thought of all the naked men on the opposite side of the wall, humping the machines with their erect organs. She knew it was wrong, this carnal knowledge forbidden. She shouldn’t have gone to the Black Room, but was glad she had. She visualized the scene of her male “mate” gyrating his hips, his naked, sweating butt, his long, thick, hard pole driving deep into her, no not her, the machine. She gasped and humped the vibrator. She was coming. She was always a squirter, and she felt the wetness soak her buttocks.
The attendant observed the woman’s pending orgasm and picked that moment to shove the dildo deep into the woman’s vagina and held it there. The other attendant kept the vibrator to the woman’s engorged pussy and clit. The orgasms helped with the process by opening her cervix more to receive the male DNA. She pressed the plunger at the right moment of the woman’s climax soaking her insides with her mate’s semen. She held it there for five minutes to make sure the DNA would make its way to her egg. The princess was a squirter, for sure, releasing plenty of lubricant for the dildo. And she had a hot button. Laura climaxed three times during the ten minute procedure. It was all she could do not to lick the princess’ pussy as she was always sexually excited performing this delicious task. She would masturbate on her break time for sure.
The dildo was finally removed from Laura as she collapsed from her sweaty exertions. She was free to go. She wiped herself in the bathroom of the mess in her, sure it was the creamy white DNA she witnessed shooting from her male’s pole. It both excited and disgusted her. Sex was such a messy process. Flush with the afterglow of her orgasms, her personal attendant, Ingrid, walked with her back to her royal apartment. She secretly looked forward to tomorrow’s session, and everyone after it. And she desperately wanted to visit the Black Room again, though she’d seen everything that needed seeing, and it would be pointless to go back. Still, she wanted to see ‘her man’ again and again release his creamy white DNA into the glass tube. The tingling in her pussy returned and she knew she would have Ingrid massage her to yet more orgasms later on.
Dinner with her mother the queen was nice, early on anyway. It turned tense quickly after they’d put their forks down. The queen dismissed the servants which was always a sign that a private conversation was at hand.
“So, you had the male’s DNA implanted in you. How did that go?” the queen asked, as if discussing a backed-up sewer.
“Different than I thought,” Laura replied guardedly. She took a gamble. “Is this the way becoming pregnant was always done?”
The queen stiffened. “Don’t ever ask those kinds of questions, even of your servants. But,” she sighed wearily, “you will be the future queen, so I suppose a little background would serve you well in the future.”
“How so?”
“The system we have today didn’t always exist. Many centuries ago, man and woman lived together and made babies through coitus, a kind of disgusting, crude coupling. Picture the male doing what was done to you today instead of the dildo filled with the man’s DNA.”
“Well, why don’t we do it that way now?” Laura shook her head in confusion.
“As best we know, it all started in an era of rebellion known as the Vietnam War. Men were in charge of political affairs, and they mucked it up big time. Anyway, the women’s liberation movement was born. You see, men kept women down as second class citizens in many ways. Then came a presidential election featuring the first woman whom everyone thought could win easily, up against an arrogant, crude, uncouth male. The failure of her to get elected vastly intensified the women’s liberation movement. Some cities saw as many as 60% of women raising their children without a male in the household. Males were becoming superfluous.
“Women began more movements such as ‘#me too’ that exposed the philandering and assaults on women, staged an annual International Woman’s Day celebration and such . Boys were neglected more and more in schools and either thrown out for acting up - their DNA makes them hopelessly unmanageable - or they were ultimately regulated to learn trades while the women went on to college. Women took over the political system until there was not one male in public office anywhere. Men became nothing more than mindless laborers, and like cattle, herded only to collect their seed so we women could become pregnant to continue the species. Most men cheated on their mates anyway. Anthropologists have stated it’s in men’s nature to spread their DNA to as many women as possible. And woman’s DNA makes her pick the most desirable male as a mate. So you see, that’s exactly what we’re doing. We choose the best male possible to impregnate you and all the women, based on their DNA. And men get to spread their seed far and wide via the Black Room. The only difference is men don’t get to copulate with us females. It’s way too dangerous, both physically and mentally.
Laura considered this for a moment. “So men are indeed that dangerous?”
“Oh yes. I dare say if you were to wander out of the gates into the countryside, you would be brutally assaulted and raped and left for dead.”
“Raped? What is rape?”
“Yes, rape is a forcible sex act against a woman’s will. The psychological aspect is just as dangerous. There have been cases, even recently, where women have gone out in the countryside to be with a male and fell in love, only to be desperately disappointed. That’s why we have laws against these physical unions.”
“This, this is a lot to digest. I had no idea.”
“But today you got a good look at the male anatomy and their reproductive instruments.”
Laura looked stunned. “You know? Of my visit to the Black Room?”
“Yes dear, I do. You’re not the first to use your station for favors to gain carnal knowledge. Besides the fact that it is illegal, I trust you to use your intelligence and wisdom not to try to get involved with any of the males. They are patently inferior, with dangerously low IQs and with no education other than to learn their vocation. Of course, we need the trades to keep our facilities running. But none of them would rise anywhere near to your intelligence and any attempted union would end in utter disaster.”
“Yes ma’am. I promise to do your bidding.”
“It’s all for the best, dear. Now run along and have some fun. Soon you will be with child, and the real work begins.”
Back in her apartment, Laura digested this news, contrasting her mother’s history lesson with what she witnessed in the Black Room. She was surprised her mother wasn’t angry with her, her witnessing the ‘cattle’ emptying their loins of their creamy seed. But that the men were dangerous seemed a forgone conclusion, and she certainly had no desire to be raped, beaten, and left for dead.
“Your bath has been drawn, my lady,” Ingrid declared, interrupting her thoughts. She felt soiled down there, sticky. A hot bath would be just the ticket. As usual, she allowed Ingrid to undress her in front of the large mirror. Ingrid fingered her pubic hair. “Perhaps a shave is in order?” Ingrid knew she preferred no pubic hair.
Naked, Laura entered the spacious bathroom and stepped into the large tub. She sank down in the hot, sudsy water and luxuriated in Ingrid’s sponge bath. First her back and lower back, then her front and C cup tits and on down to her crotch. At that point, she stood up and allowed Ingrid to wash her butt and legs. “No douche tonight, Ingrid,” Laura sighed. “Doctors said not to.” Laura bent forward and spread her luscious butt cheeks so Ingrid could wash her anus and vulva properly. “That’s great. I was so sticky after the coupling today.”
Ingrid lathered up her short pubic hair and began shaving her crotch and took the opportunity to ask, “So, how was it in the Black Room?”
Laura knew she shouldn’t say anything. “Maybe later. Right now, I feel the need to be serviced.”
“As you wish, my Lady.” She had a good idea Laura’s horniness came from whatever she’d witnessed in that forbidden room. Ingrid toweled her off and took her naked princess in hand to the bed. There she pushed her gently back on the bed so her legs dangled over the side. Ingrid got on her knees, spread her Lady’s legs, and sunk her face into her crotch. She lapped expertly at her clit. She enjoyed pleasing Laura and was good at it. Soon she had her moaning and leaking her feminine juices. “Tell me, my Lady,” she murmured. “What goes on in the Black Room? I won’t tell anyone. On my life.”
“Oh, no, I mustn’t. Oh that’s good. Lick me there, harder. Yessss.”
“Please?” she cooed. “I’m just dying to know.”
A few minutes later, Laura demanded huskily, “Get the vibrator.” Both climbed further onto the bed and snuggled, her head on her princess’ shoulder, the vibrator pressed to her sex. She began sucking on Laura’s small, pert nipples, heightening her pleasure. “It was wonderful, shocking, exciting, demeaning all rolled into one.”
“What was?”
“The naked males.” She went on to relate what she had witnessed in between intense orgasms, her recollection of events getting her off easily. “The way their stiff, erect rods squirt their creamy pudding-like substance while we watched was amazingly sexy, a real turn on. I dare say I’d like to have one enter me and squirt his juices deep into me.”
“My Lady, we shouldn’t wish that at all. No, not at all.”
“I know, but still. It’s delicious to think about it. Ohhh, I’m coming again!” Laura wailed in ecstasy as another orgasm overtook her and she squirt quite a jet of juice across the room. She loved making Laura do that.
“Do me from behind, with the strap-on.” Ingrid quickly donned the device and standing by the bed, pulled Laura to the edge and entered her from behind. The device had an anal dildo attached to it also. She humped her, driving the dildo easily into her vagina and anus. Breathing huskily, Laura excitedly told Ingrid about the man who had trouble producing his seed. “The machine stuck a dildo up his anus and soon after he released his DNA into the receptacle. It must have excited him, the ass fucking. Something about massaging his cum gland, whatever that is.” She humped the dildo with force, Ingrid admiring her Lady’s perfect ass. “The assistant stated that men do each other in the ass all the time. And the mouth. With their erect organs!”
“Really? Oh my.” Ingrid had no idea.
Laura moaned. “Spank me,” she demanded huskily. Ingrid had never done that with Laura before so she tentatively swatted her globes. “Harder.” Soon her bottom was turning pink. Laura was fingering her clit as she was getting fucked in both holes and being spanked to boot. She thought about men writhing with each other, sticking their poles into each other’s butt holes and mouths.
She came twice more before collapsing to the bed in exhaustion. Ingrid tucked her in nude under the covers and waited until she was asleep before retiring to her quarters. There, she masturbated, thinking about what she’d learned from Laura. She wished she could visit the Black Room and see all those naked men being forced to release their seed. The End.
Excerpt from the song “In the Year 2525,” by Zager and Evans.*
“In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs got nothing to do
Some machine doing that for you.
In the year 6565
Ain’t gonna need no husband no wife
You’ll pick your son pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube.”
*Zager and Evans was a US rock-pop duo of the late 1960s and early 1970s named after its two members, Denny Zager (born 1944, Wymore, Nebraska) and Rick Evans (born 1943, Lincoln, Nebraska). They are best known for their 1969 hit single "In the Year 2525"
