Project 2222 Poker Night
Part 1
This story takes place in 2222, women have lost all rights and become owned submissive sluts to men. Please read Project 2222 for more background info if you have not already.
Becca grew up never knowing who her father was. This never bothered her, as she thought her mom had done a great job raising her alone. That was until Project 2222 went into effect, because she had no father or husband she became property of the government. She worked at Gentleman's Club near the airport called the landing strip. She considered herself to be sexually liberated and was proud of her job. But the strip clubs faded as women's rights went away.
The government trained Becca to be a secretary, which was one of the few jobs women were allowed to have. She only received enough money to pay for housing and food, and no real freedom that employment typically offers.
Becca never desired to have children but found herself to be one of the few fertile women left after the virus. The government found unmarried women unsuitable to raise children. This never bothered her as she enjoyed creating the babies and being pregnant much more than the idea of raising them. This new world order suited her just fine.
It was time for Becca to get ready for her to attend one of her boss' poker parties. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long bleached blonde hair was done up in pigtails. She thought this would make it easier for the man to manipulate her head how they wanted it. She had on heavy makeup and bright red lipstick.
She wore a black sheer button-down top, with only one button done, which was straining to contain her 34 H tits. There were wet spots over her nipples from her leaking milky tits. She wore a skirt that was a bit too short to cover her firm ass but managed to barely cover her freshly waxed pussy.
"Another great thing about this country," she thought to herself, "I love not needing to pay for slutty clothes, waxing, and makeup".
She truly was happy with her whore life. And the upgrades she got to her upkeep after every healthy baby she delivered were not half bad either. She wondered how many more babies it would take before she had luxury goods and was in a penthouse apartment. Mr. Smith was a tough mean boss, but he and his friends always seemed to get her nice and pregnant by the end of the party.
Judging by her fertility tracker this was peak time. She looked one last time in the mirror her collar glowing pink and blue, signaling to the world her womb was ready. "Shit, she thought" this is going to slow me down and make me late.
Becca headed to the bus stop; she had the timing of the buses down pat to avoid being delayed. The bus arrived moments after her.
The bus driver looked at her and her collar and said, "Damn I'm already behind, otherwise I'd be more than happy to give you some baby gravy". He looked and her dripping nipples and said "But I will have a quick drink, sit".
Becca sat on the bus driver's lap, he was middle-aged and overweight. He ripped the button from her shirt freeing her tits. He took the left nipple into his mouth and spread her legs wide with the other hand. He began sucking and pulling and biting her nipple. Becca wanted to cry out, but she knew her pain was less important than a man's pleasure. With his other hand, she began playing with her sensitive pussy. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her dry slit. The driver was more than annoyed with this. He released her nipple.