Scholey - Love at the End of the World

Specimen W7 screamed out in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as a drug-fueled orgasm caused her body to tremble. The man inside of her pumped harder, determined to fill her with every ounce of the seed hed accumulated while waiting for his moment with the woman.

Caleb Black watched through an observation window as Specimen M2 quickened his pace, yelling as he climaxed inside the woman. Caleb glanced away, unable to watch the display. He knew that the female specimen had probably been offered uppers and that the man had been edged the past twenty-four hours, tied down and teased toward orgasm, only to be reined in just before climax. His employer was a sick fuck, but Caleb had his reasons for doing the companys dirty work.

The Stork Company was the highest-grossing company in the year 2030, selling babies to the highest bidder. Excessive radioactivity after a nuclear war had rendered most of the worlds population infertile, so now the few remaining individuals that could procreate were put to task as baby-making machines. The Stork Company had gained a reputation for producing the most sought-after babies, American born, and with whatever physical features the parents desired.

Slavery still hadnt been made legal, but the company used drugs and money to skirt the laws, often seizing and drugging the baby-makers into doing their job and giving up the infants. The drugs were an important aspect of keeping the specimens quiet once they were released of their contract.

Caleb watched the woman fall asleep shortly after her orgasm, her body limp on the sterile laboratory bed. The hospital-like room was hardly romantic, but he imagined this was no womans idea of a passionate liaison. No woman volunteered willingly for this job. Caleb should know; it was his duty to bring them in.

It wasnt the most noble job, but the world was already a fucked-up place, so he might as well be on the side that profited. Caleb looked away when lab techs came to retrieve the female subject to take her back to her studio. Specimens werent allowed to leave in the event that any part of the modern world corrupted their fertility. The Stork Company residence was basically a glorified prison.

Caleb, sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you at least enjoyed the show. The silver-haired man in the expensive suit was the head of acquisition. Creating a life is a powerful thing.

He motioned for Caleb to follow him down the hall to the office where Caleb had been handed many assignments in his time at the Stork Company. Walking down the hallway past the laboratory observation windows always served as a cruel reminder of Calebs sins.

Caleb entered the office and took a seat. You have a special assignment for me?

Pleasantries never were your strong point.

You didnt hire me to be pleasant. It was true. Sometimes Caleb did have to turn on the charm to lure women, but it didnt mean he was a gentleman by any means. No one with half a conscience could do his job.

Youre right. Youre the best bait-and-reel we have. Lets get down to business.

Caleb grit his teeth. The term bait-and-reel referred to him being the trap set to lure females on account of his physical appearance. Then he was supposed to reel them inusually kicking and screaming. It was the companys job to get them to sign a contract. How they did so was none of Calebs business, but he imagined it wasnt by any ethical means.

Whos the target? Caleb asked.

Our drones have been scouring the state of Alaska, hoping to discover some females who might have escaped the effects of the radioactivity out in the bush. Reconnaissance has detected a beautiful female with blonde hair and green eyes in good physical health. Shes been on subsistence living hundreds of miles from the nearest store, so we imagine there is a high likelihood that she may be fertile.